Prompt Post 02

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FILL :: I Died So I Could Haunt You (1/1)

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On especially gloomy days, Stiles feels like he should be more ghostly. So he'll go out on the moors and run around wailing. According to Derek, he looks idiotic. But Stiles doesn't take much stock in what Derek thinks because he's like the world's sourest werewolf and a disgrace to the entire mythos. He doesn't even howl at the moon and that's like, werewolf 101. Instead Derek broods in the library or does an extraordinarily amount of chin ups and push ups in the sun room under the moon lite sky. Shirtless. Which Stiles mocks if only for the fact he died in a horrible plaid shirt and never really got past being lean and gangly. Though he'll privately confer with the vampire damsels that occasionally stop by that Derek's abs are to die for. Pun intended.

He doesn't talk about how he died. He couldn't really tell anything specific aside from feeling cold and blank. Then suddenly no one could see him, not even his father. So it's something even Derek has the tact to avoid talking about like how Stiles isn't supposed to talk about Derek's family who call every Sunday and Derek never answers. Regardless on all the phone messages piling up.

The mansion has seen better days, and Stiles should know, he was there for the better ones. So despite his chain rattling in the attic, Derek hasn't given the inclination of fixing the roof. Or the stairs. He's taken to leaping down from the second floor.

"Can you at least fix the sink?" Stiles asks over breakfast. He's gotten the hang of moving furniture, after scaring off the last tenants. So he's in charge of making breakfast since Derek is a crappy cook. Sometimes Stiles wonders why Derek is still here. He has a chart in the attic but it mainly focuses on two reasons. 1. Derek's just too stubborn to move. 2. Derek actually likes living with Stiles. Stiles is pretty sure it's the first one.

"There's nothing wrong with the sink," Derek says, his mouth full of eggs. Stiles is rather envious of that. He misses food the most. Not that he gets hungry anymore. The sink gruggles unpleasantly before spitting out a black ooze.

"Really," says Stiles, eyeballing Derek.

"I think we have a poltergeist," Derek says, aplomb.

"I'm the freaking poltergeist, you ass. And I have better things to do than haunt the sink," Stiles says, waving his arms.

"Like running in the backyard."

"It's a moor! It's a legitimate haunting ground!"

"By what stardard?"

"People! Shakespeare!" he says, making the windows shake and he starts to flicker in and out of the room.

Derek huffs out an annoyed growl. "Fine, I'll fix the sink. Just don't break the windows. I just had them fixed."

Stiles recorporalises with a smile. "Finally. Was that so hard?"

Derek just glares at him. "I hate you."

Stiles slides over the extra plate of bacon and starts making waffles.

"And maybe when you're done with the sink, you could fix the stairs."

"Don't push it," Derek growls.

"But I'm making waffles," Stiles pouts.

Derek groans into his plate in defeat.

Re: FILL :: I Died So I Could Haunt You (1/1)

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tee hee that was cute. Stiles is a great ghost!