No Cookie for You [Sterek]
Stiles was baking. Yes, baking. He wanted to make some cookies for his dad. The Sheriff has done so good with eating the healthy foods Stiles had brought him or made, that Stiles had decided that he should bake something sweet as a treat.
He had found a recipe online and printed it out, it was now on the refrigerator so he can see it and read what he needed. He had everything out, even the mixer. He had to buy a new one because the one his mom had had at one point, broke while his dad was making something that he can't remember what it was exactly, but it was probably something unhealthy.
"Alrighty then. Let's get started. So, this goes in here..." Stiles grabbed the flour and started to pour until he heard a noise come from upstairs. He stopped and narrowed his eyes, "You know, if you're some serial killer, I have a mixer I can throw at your head!" Stiles frowned. He really didn't want to break his new mixer.
"A mixer? Really, Stiles?" Derek sighed as he came down the steps.