mindless cuddle porn snippet: because everyone is SO INTERESTED in what I'm working on
Boyd snores. Erica talks, whole nonsensical monologues about porkchops and water parks. Scott has a tendency to steal blankets and roll himself up in them like a human burrito. Isaac has trouble with night terrors. Allison's tossing and turning is... athletic, to say the least. Derek comes in late, after the rest of them are mostly asleep, and flops down in the middle of the pile with no regard as to who's already there. They've learned to leave him plenty of room.
Out of all of them, though, Stiles is the worst.
Stiles gets up early.
"Guys!" someone yells from downstairs.
Urgh, Jackson thinks. Then, wha?
"Hey, guys!"
Oh, God. Fucking Stilinski. Has to be. The day after a full moon, very few of the Hale house residents have that kind of ludicrous pep.
"Aroooo, breakfast!"
Definitely Stiles. Who the hell else would fake-howl at a bunch of werewolves?
"Yummy yummy, you know you want it!"
There are very few idiots of that caliber running around, is what he's trying to say.
"Guys! I have bacon!"
The warm body on top of Jackson grumbles, and one of the legs looped over his hip twitches.
"Fuuuuck," Scott whines, close to his ear.
"Me," Boyd adds, face mashed into Jackson's ribs.
"Sideways," Derek rumbles, somewhere beyond him on the bed.
Stiles' voice floats up from the kitchen, ridiculously bright and cheery. "You know how much you love bacon!"
"Can I kill him?" Erica sounds deadly serious, but not particularly hopeful.
"Oh, what will I do with all this lovely delicious bacon?"
"My job," Derek mutters, and heaves himself up and off the mattress. That's why he's the alpha, Jackson thinks muzzily, trying to find the will and coordination to drag a pillow over his head. Derek's just made of sterner stuff than the rest of them.
"Mmmm, bacon. How so tasty?"
Isaac refuses to let go of the pillow but whimpers pathetically when Jackson growls at him, and they end up sharing it.
"GUYS- oh, hi Derek. Did you want some-ack, wait, what are you-?"
And then, silence. Bliss.
It's unfortunately a bare five minutes before Derek is back, ripping the blankets off the bed and snarling, "If I have to be up, so do you."
Hoping to post the rest sometime today. No, seriously, why is it suddenly approaching 3500+ words, I don't understand
Out of all of them, though, Stiles is the worst.
Stiles gets up early.
"Guys!" someone yells from downstairs.
Urgh, Jackson thinks. Then, wha?
"Hey, guys!"
Oh, God. Fucking Stilinski. Has to be. The day after a full moon, very few of the Hale house residents have that kind of ludicrous pep.
"Aroooo, breakfast!"
Definitely Stiles. Who the hell else would fake-howl at a bunch of werewolves?
"Yummy yummy, you know you want it!"
There are very few idiots of that caliber running around, is what he's trying to say.
"Guys! I have bacon!"
The warm body on top of Jackson grumbles, and one of the legs looped over his hip twitches.
"Fuuuuck," Scott whines, close to his ear.
"Me," Boyd adds, face mashed into Jackson's ribs.
"Sideways," Derek rumbles, somewhere beyond him on the bed.
Stiles' voice floats up from the kitchen, ridiculously bright and cheery. "You know how much you love bacon!"
"Can I kill him?" Erica sounds deadly serious, but not particularly hopeful.
"Oh, what will I do with all this lovely delicious bacon?"
"My job," Derek mutters, and heaves himself up and off the mattress. That's why he's the alpha, Jackson thinks muzzily, trying to find the will and coordination to drag a pillow over his head. Derek's just made of sterner stuff than the rest of them.
"Mmmm, bacon. How so tasty?"
Isaac refuses to let go of the pillow but whimpers pathetically when Jackson growls at him, and they end up sharing it.
"GUYS- oh, hi Derek. Did you want some-ack, wait, what are you-?"
And then, silence. Bliss.
It's unfortunately a bare five minutes before Derek is back, ripping the blankets off the bed and snarling, "If I have to be up, so do you."
Hoping to post the rest sometime today. No, seriously, why is it suddenly approaching 3500+ words, I don't understand