1269. Tricky Truffle Meme

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Derk Hale | Teen Wolf | OTA

[dickish]

[Derek had found the chocolates in a little box outside of his door and, against his better judgement, he'd ended up opening them and eating one. Pumpkin was a surprisingly good flavor.

Half an hour later, he realized just how much of a mistake that was when he found himself in a grocery store, standing in the center of the baking aisle with a basket half full of premade cookies and donuts at his feet as he looked over the boxed cake and brownie mixes.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles was doing the usual Saturday morning shopping, picking up the necessities like milk and eggs, methodically crossing off his list as he combed the aisles. It was a bit tedious, but frankly Stiles didn't mind it so much. At least it was something to do.

The last thing he's expecting, however, is one Derek Hale in the bakery aisle, with about a million ounces of sugar at his feet.]

...I don't think that much sugar's going to fix your sour wolf status, Derek. [Stiles pauses next to Derek, on his way to the bread.]

[dickish]

[He's not the Saturday morning shopping type, but he needs something sweet. He needs a lot of something sweet.

So much that it even distracts him from the comment Stiles makes. When he looks over, he's holding up a box of fudge brownie mix next to a box of red velvet cake.]

Which one? [Then there's a pause as he eyes Stiles.] Can I borrow your kitchen?

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles is surprised when he doesn't get an irritated growl in response and points wordlessly to the fudge brownie. The surprise gives way to confusion at Derek's request.] My kitchen?

[He's assuming it's to cook all of those baked goods, but what the hell? Since when did Derek Hale bake anything?] Is it somebody's birthday? Because you only need one box of cake mix if it is.

[dickish]

[He places the box of cake mix back on the shelf and drops the brownie mix into the basket at his feet as he nods at the mention of Stiles' kitchen.]

It's not a birthday. It's for me.

[alotofadderall]

For you? [Stiles repeats, raising a quizzical eyebrow. He really wants to question it, but something tells him he doesn't want to know. So he asks anyway.] Uh...what the hell is wrong with you?

[dickish]

[Derek nods and he's still oddly calm. All he's focusing on at the moment is the need for any and all baked goods, even if it means baking them himself. He wants to bake.

Yes, something is very wrong.] I... don't know.

[alotofadderall]

Well this? [Stiles gestures to Derek's person, the piled sweets in his basket.] Is not normal.

Did something happen?

[dickish]

[He glances down at the basket and nods after a second.] No,this isn't normal.

I don't think anything happened...

[alotofadderall]

Dude, something totally happened. [Stiles shook his head, picking up his own basket.] Werewolves don't just randomly go on sweets binges.

[Stiles gestures that they check out and leave, eyeing Derek's basket suspiciously.] You'd better clean up my kitchen when you're done...whatever it is you're going to do.

[dickish]

[He leans down and picks up his basket, too.] I found chocolates at my house earlier.

[Derek nods and turns toward the registers to start toward them.] Help me with the baking.

[alotofadderall]

You what? [Stiles frowns, concerned, and nods absently at the second almost-request that was more of an order.]

[dickish]

I found chocolates at my house. [Repeats himself, nodding as they move toward the front of the store.]

[alotofadderall]

And what did you do with them? [Stiles groans, reaching the self-checkout counter and starts to scan his items.] Please tell me you didn't eat them.

[dickish]

[Derek considers not answering that question as he steps up behind Stiles, watching him scan.] I ate one.

[alotofadderall]

Did you even bother to, I don't know, sniff it, at least? [Stiles shakes his head, jabbing at the cash option on the screen.] You, Mr. Paranoid, just ate the chocolate?