Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

The morning after another full moon with extra werewolves in town was clearly the best time ever. And by 'best time ever' we mean 'Derek wanted to murder everyone involved'.

But that wasn't all that different from usual.

So. You know. Congrats on surviving the full moon and here's to hoping you survive the morning after?

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[surveyor-by-day.livejournal.com]

Alcide, meanwhile, was squirming into Derek's underwear.

Yep. That sentence was just written somewhere, for all of time.

"I'd noticed," he added to Stiles, with a small smile.

What? He was kind of enjoying this.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles couldn't help but laugh because jokes at Derek's expense were the best. "I like you, you're funny!"

Sorry, Derek, did you tell him to leave or something?

[justlurkinghere]

"Stiles." Don't think he'll forget this. Because he won't. And you will be pinned to all the trees and/or doors on the island.

And threatened. Because that was sounding a might wrong without that added on.

[surveyor-by-day.livejournal.com]

"Stiles, you've been very helpful. If you'd ever like a job," Alcide said as he adjusted the oh so tight underwear, mostly to needle Derek, "I could find a place for you at home."

Yeah. Enjoy that, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"You're not the first person to make me that sort of offer." Though Alcide was way more appealing than Peter Hale. Look at the adjusting. "But, sadly, these guys can't function without me."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, anyone was better than Peter Hale. Except one of the Argents, of course.

"Yeah, dying without you around," Derek deadpanned.