robinonadderall | Entries tagged with location: creeper mansion

Since their last attempt at a vacation had been sort of a disaster, Stiles and Derek decided a quick weekend to Fandom was in order. It wasn't much of a vacation site but, hey, at least they could say they left the house...and went back to their old house. Mike was such a good person for putting up with them.

Like old times Stiles was asleep upstairs totally unaware some Fandom weirdness was going on. But he'd find out. Oh, he'd find out.

[For the guy, the other guy that owns the place and anybody else that knocks]

Since Stiles had slept on the couch last night he had noticed roaming dinosaurs and whatnot in the streets of Fandom. Honestly, even if he had been out there he probably wouldn't have noticed. Because he was really tired, okay? Sleeping soundly hadn't been his strong point for...like seven months now.

He had managed to make it to the coffee maker but decided to doze off halfway through, still standing up with his head against the counter and a coffee filter by his face.

[Mostly for Derek but can totally be open to those who live there/visitors. Work SP applies]

When Stiles woke up Monday morning he was completely human (that he knew of). And almost completely back to normal except for two things. One, he was now dressed in a manner that Jackson and Isaac would have probably approved of (this version of Stiles ditched the plaid and wore more flattering stuff) and, two, he woke up with a nosebleed.

"Oh fuck," he said, holding his hand up to his nose. That couch would need to be cleaned, definitely.

[For those in the house if they're around. Work SP applies]

Stiles had a very good Valentine's Day filled with brownies and only slight awkwardness. It had ended with him on the couch alone but, hey, that was the life one lived when they had a boyfriend who wouldn't do anything dirty with them until it was legal in all 50 states. So.

He was still asleep, for once having a nightmare-free evening, and completely unaware that terrible things were about to happen.

[For anybody in the house, their kids, other people, etc]

Falling asleep in a pile of chips hadn't been as uncomfortable as Stiles would have initially thought. Though the whole werewolf comforter might have had something to do with it, along with the whole pack togetherness thing. Even if this wasn't technically Stiles' pack.

This morning, however, brought on the awkwardness that Stiles saw coming all weekend and he was now trying to figure out a way to slide out of the pillow fort to make coffee without anybody noticing. It involved moving very, very slowly out from underneath his much bigger werewolf comforter and trying not to breathe too loudly.

[For anybody in the house, of course]

Stiles had not been having a good week, but he made a real effort to pull himself together by Thursday so he could work on giving Derek a good, drama-free birthday. He bought meat lovers pizza, how could it go wrong?

It could probably go wrong in a lot of ways, but Stiles wasn't trying to focus on that.

[For the birthday wolf! Up early 'cause I'm working the late shift, ugh]

Stiles really had no idea what he was doing with this whole formal wear thing. Usually he got somebody to help him and this time it was Derek's turn. Wasn't he lucky? Stiles had taken over his room to get dressed and was about done save for the whole tie thing. If only he could actually find the tie.

For some reason he got the feeling Puppy Joe was running around the house with it in his mouth.

[For Derek and anybody else living there/wants to stop by]

As far as Stiles was concerned the weekend had went pretty well. He got to see his father was in one piece with his own eyes and that, no, he didn't dream about the fact that his dad was slowly but surely getting used to this whole supernatural thing. So yeah, nothing traumatizing for him.

Which would be why he was over at the house, raiding the fridge. Puppy Joe was tucked under one arm because Stiles couldn't let him walk anywhere on his own. If anyone asked the dog was helping him decide what to eat.

[For the people that live there and anybody else that wants to stop by, yep]

So Stiles was now wisdom-tooth free. It was great to no longer be in pain, even though he was in for a hell of a time when it came to recovery. Luckily his oral surgeon had provided him with enough happy time drugs to keep him from being too miserable while he healed.

Not that he cared about that right now. He was still riding the anesthesia train and had been on cloud nine since Derek had driven him home.

"Derek, this door's broken," Stiles said, slurring his words as he pawed at the door handle. "I want to go inside, the dog's in there, I can hear him! Puppy Joeeeeeeeeee, your daddies are home! Open the door!"

[For Derek omg and anybody else that lives there/wants to visit]

Stiles had arrived back in Fandom early on Thursday, but it took him some time to get over to Derek's. He had been moving slow in the first place due to lack of sleep and the pounding in his head from the injury after the car accident. He didn't know if the nightmares were due to the recent trauma or the after effects of his sacrifice to the nemeton, but he did know they sucked. If they decided to stick around he was going to be in real trouble. The other issue he had was with Derek himself. He knew this wasn't going to go over well, but he had made the decision to tell the truth for once and he was going to go through with it.

Still, it was almost a relief to find Derek wasn't in his room when he got there. He sat down on the edge of Derek's bed and let Puppy Joe climb up in his lap. He scratched behind his ears absently, trying to ignore getting lost in the dark thoughts that always seem to be on the edge of his mind now. It was bad enough having to deal with them when he was asleep.

[For Derek!]

Okay, Stiles wanted to at least be a little bit impressive with his final project in Dr. Lecter's class, which would be why he wasn't going to write a paper or make peanut butter and jelly. Instead he had asked his dad to send one of his mother's old cookbooks and was attempting to make knedle serowo-truskawkowe. It was something she used to make for him and Scott when they were kids.

"Attempting" being the key word here. The first batch for his trial run was a burnt mess so now he was starting over, getting a fresh sheen of flour all over everything in the kitchen. It covered up the chunks of unused dough and smushed up strawberries from the first batch nicely.

At least he hadn't tried to make golabki. Then the kitchen would stink like cabbage in addition to being a mess.

[Post is open for the people that live there and anybody who wants to stop by ofc]

Stiles had not stayed last night during the full moon shenanigans. He felt like it'd be too awkward considering last week. So he put up a circle of mountain ash, made sure everybody was going to be fine and then went back to the dorms because apparently he felt bad enough for Ms. Blake that he actually completed an essay on Heart of Darkness for her. What a whipped not-student he was.

But he was back bright and early Monday 'cause he got the feeling Jackson would like to escape as soon as possible. He broke the circle of mountain ash and then let himself inside.

"Circle's broken, you can leave now!" Stiles shouted, picking up Puppy Joe and then heading into the kitchen to make himself coffee. You people owed him coffee.

[For the people in the house! Werewolf business NFB please]

Even after 20 years, some things didn't change. Stiles still refused to use his first name, he still talked in his sleep and he still liked to sleep cuddled up next to Derek. Only now he didn't have to hide the fact that he enjoyed it. Even if he did complain about Derek being a cuddler for old time's sake sometimes.

"Scratchy," Stiles mumbled, nowhere near fully awake when he said it. Being married to a living spacer heater meant Stiles actually slept with his shirt off more often than not which gave Derek more area to massacre Stiles with stubble burn. It made Stiles look like he had some weird rash most of the time.

[For the now husband and the other person in the house! And anybody else that wants to knock on the door I guess]

Obviously the biggest mistake Stiles had ever made in his young life was telling Derek he was going out for track. Ever since then every time he tried to take a step into town it felt like it turned into a training session because apparently Derek felt like jeans and a t-shirt were perfectly acceptable workout attire.

The only good thing about being forced into running until he almost dropped dead was that he got to use the very much non-communal showers in the mansion afterward. Stiles never thought he'd miss showering by himself so much. He could sing without judgment, use up all of Derek's shampoo---wait. He could do other things in there too. Things he hadn't been able to do since taking up residence in the bouncy castle with Jackson and two girls.

Initially he felt a little guilty when he thought about it but...Derek did say to find somewhere not the campgrounds to take care of himself. He had needs, shut up. He'd make it real quick, nobody would know he did it.

[I'm not even sorry. Bathroom defiled with permission and the mansion is totes open to the other people in the house, of course]

Stiles was still here, yep. Deal with it, Derek and Mike. At least he had moved on from Real Housewives marathons to cartoons. He'd have to get up from the couch to go to class tomorrow so it's not like he'd be there forever. It would only feel like he'd been there forever. He dealt with his trauma in special ways.

He had been stupid to think the trauma was over. He had forgotten one thing and was only reminded of it when his phone started to ring and the name DAD flashed across the screen. Keeping an eye on Derek and bad reality TV marathons had taken up all his focus since Sunday and he completely forgot to call his dad to let him know he was okay.

Deciding it would just be stupid to delay the inevitable, Stiles picked up his phone and tried to sound like he didn't already know he was in deep trouble. "Hi, Dad."

"Hi, Dad?" the Sheriff repeated. "You haven't called me in over week, not even a text to tell me you're still alive, and you're answering with a 'Hi, Dad?"

"I...guess I am?"

"Stiles! Do you have any idea how worried I've been? I was this close to going out there myself--the only thing stopping me was the fact that we're out of deputies to cover the station." Hey thanks, Jackson! "I called Scott to see if he had any clue where you were and do you know what he said to me?"

"No, Dad, I really don't."

"He told me that I should call Derek Hale," the Sheriff said. "Why would Derek Hale, a man you yourself have accused of murder twice, know where you are?"

Oh crap. "Uhhh I couldn't hear that last part about Derek, Dad, I'm going through a tunnel. I'mfineokayIloveyoubye."

Stiles hung up and quickly turned off his phone. "Goddammit, Scott!"

[I was gonna handwave this but I was convinced otherwise. Post is open to the people who actually live there, visitors, etc]

After getting the hell scared out of him by Kate last night Stiles risked the glaring of his life to go check in on Derek at his house. At least he told himself it was just to check in. It certainly had nothing to do with having violent Argent flashbacks from last month and wanting to be somewhere safe. Nope. Not at all.

Even the safety aspect of this was iffy because you had to have been blind not to notice the bullet holes around the place. Stiles managed to coax Puppy Joe out from under the couch and took him up to Derek's room for much needed cuddling. Which eventually turned into sleeping. 'Cause there was something about Derek's bed that made him pass out for some reason.

And Stiles was still there the next day. Comfort zone reasons aside, it was the best place to wait for Derek. If he ever came back.

[Open for the occupants of said house, yes. And calls too!]

Current Mood: worried

It was just another evening of "No, we can't have nice and normal things" for Stiles. He had left Derek to his own devices for most of the day, going back to the dorms and calling Scott to tell him about the hilarity of what happened and to ask if Deaton could send more mountain ash because, wow, he was going through it fast.

Eventually he got back to the mansion and put up a ring of mountain ash around the place to keep Derek inside during the full moon. He did sort of take Derek's word that he'd be fine tonight, but he didn't want older Derek killing him later if that had been a lie.

At least Stiles was nice enough to keep Derek company instead of leaving him in a strange house alone all night.

[For the teen wolf! Lol I'm hilarious]

The pizza had been eaten, there might have been a child or two traumatized by Stiles' choice in movies but at least there hadn't been any injuries despite the fact it was a bunch of children inside the creeper mansion. All in all it was a pretty successful sleepover for one that Stiles was half-responsible for.

Sadly now there was a bunch of adults and one teenager to deal with a morning after. Surely this won't be awkward. Or painful. Derek was involved so it might end up being painful.

[For those that slept over! And anyone else around too as well]

Current Mood: sleepy

Stiles would be the first person to admit he had a bit of a death wish. He was sort of proud living sixteen years without having someone succeed in killing him yet. But it wasn't like he could help that he got bored easily and it wasn't his fault pissing off Derek was quickly becoming one of his favorite hobbies. Besides, he was about to go to Africa for a week (or so he thought) so he'd be far, far away before Derek could track him down and try to kill him, and he would forget all about it by the time Stiles came back (sure, that'll happen). Stiles was immune to any repercussions of this, really.

"This" being leaving a bag outside Derek's door containing a cute little bunny outfit. Stiles even stapled a note on the outside of the bag that would throw Derek off his trail.

Yeah I figured you wouldn't get yourself a Halloween costume and I thought this would be appropriate. You know. Because of your bunny teeth.

- Jackson

Okay you didn't even need to have the super smell power to be able to tell that note with the tiny serial killer handwriting didn't come from Jackson.

[Elaine made me do it. Stiles will have fled like a fleeing thing from this but the owner of said abandoned mansion is allowed to find his super awesome present ofc]