justlurkinghere | Kid Friendly Mansion of Moderate Creep Levels, Saturday Morning

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Kid Friendly Mansion of Moderate Creep Levels, Saturday Morning

The house Derek woke up this time wasn't as dilapidated or creepy as the last one. Which was a definite plus.

And there was still the puff ball dog! Another plus.

The biggest plus, however? Fully stocked fridge.

So, with the puff ball dog tucked carefully into one of the flannel shirts he'd found upstairs, Derek was digging through the stuff to make himself a sandwich. Sorry about stealing all the lunch meat, Mike.

[[Open, of course!]]

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"Trust me, this occasion calls for it!" Stiles said, slapping his hands over his own eyes. Really, that was just a stupid thing to do considering he should probably be putting his hands over the kid's eyes to keep him from looking upon the box of sex toys.

Oh god Derek owned sex toys. More than one. He didn't even know what to do with this information! This was terrible and kind of hot but also terrible because he couldn't think about how hot that was right now!

"What? Why?" EXPLAIN IT SO THAT DEREK CAN HIDE FOREVER ON MONDAY.

"Because--because you shouldn't have opened that!" Stiles said, still keeping his eyes covered. "Those are private things that are for adults and oh my god close the box. Close it right now."

"You're the adult!" Oh, Derek.

But he shut the box and shoved it at Stiles' chest like he could fix this.

Stiles had no choice but to grab on to whatever Derek was shoving at him and he made a squeaking noise when he realized what it was. "No, no don't give it to me! It's yours! I mean, not--I mean older you!"

Derek sighed, shoving himself up to abandon Stiles with the box of confusion. "I want to play video games. I'm going to play and you're going to be weird."

"You're weird!" Stiles shot back. "And give me my hoodie back!"

Stiles looked down at the box in his arms and quickly went to put it back where thought it might have been. But not before opening it up again to get a closer look. "Oh my god how many vibrating settings do you need?"

Well now he was kind of jealous. He couldn't get that stuff until he was eighteen.

A LOT, STILES. HE NEEDED A LOT.

"Who are you talking to?" Derek shouted from the stairs. Because werewolf hearing.

The hoodie was his. Deal with it.

"Nobody!" Stiles shoved the box into the back of the closet and willed himself to not think about it. Until later. When he was alone.

Then he scrambled downstairs. "We're never speaking of that again, understood?"

"Okay." Look, Derek had already repressed the unknown trauma by shoving the Wii-mote at Stiles. "I want to play Mario Kart."

And get pissed off at the fucking blue shells.

"Hoodie first." Oh ho, he could get something he wanted out of this and maybe soothe some of his trauma.

"...I'm cold." HE WAS NO SUCH THING.

"You're a werewolf, you hardly ever get cold," Stiles said. "What's your deal? It's not like you aren't already wearing some of my clothes."

Derek huffed in annoyance, making sure to rub his hair all over the hoodie as he yanked it off to shove at Stile. "It's nice. That's all."

That was weird. That was some weirdly odd behavior, Derek. But it didn't stop Stiles from putting the hoodie on himself.

"Of course it's nice, which is why I wanted it back," he said. "You seriously had it hidden away for like a year, man."

Theeeeen he remembered what Derek had said about the hoodie back on that annoying day when everybody told the truth. "This is a smell thing, isn't it?"

"...no?"

See, it wasn't fair to do this to him when he was young and impressionable.

Seriously, Derek. You were a terrible liar. "But you said it smelled like family before. Dude, you can be honest with me, I'm not gonna judge."

"Like pack," he corrected sulkily. Even though that was the same thing.

"What's wrong with that? I'm not surprised; we're around each other all the time, of course our scents are going to mingle." But not scent marking Because apparently that wasn't a thing. "It's not a problem so why the sullen face?"

"You're taking it back." And that was his now!

Oh great. Guilt Stiles into giving up his own property why don't you. Stiles sighed and tugged off the hoodie and handed it over to Derek. "Fine, take it."

DEAL WITH IT.

"Are you going to give it back later?" Derek asked instead of taking it.

"Well I guess I have to now, don't I?" Otherwise he'd have a sullen werewolf on his hands.

Pretty much, yes.

"You don't have to," Derek muttered, picking Mario for his avatar.

Oh god, Derek, you were terrible.

"I want to," he said, sighing. "And I'll stink up whatever else you want my scent all over too if you want."

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