Could Be Creepier Mansion, Thursday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

Tomorrow was the lunar eclipse and Derek had plans on how to get through it. Plans that did not involve incomprehensible plots or getting beat up by a crazy Druid because 'that was his special ability', thanks.

Plans that meant he was getting ready to bake. It involved a lot of glaring at the ingredients before he started out with the measuring.

[[Open! Specific brownie type NFB. Warnings for cannabis! That's right, I'm calling it that.]]

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[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, okay, stud muffin," he said. "I can't believe you wore one of my shirts."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're wearing one of mine right now." This was all just levels of wrong.

[robinonadderall]

"I actually fit in your shirts," Stiles said. "I remember from the whole Miguel experience that you don't really fit in mine."

[justlurkinghere]

"It fit in the shoulders." You know, it was just tight in the chest.

Derek took a moment to think about how not okay that was.

[robinonadderall]

"Uh huh," he said, looking amused. "So what did you do while I was away? Other than try on my clothes, I mean."

[justlurkinghere]

"Deleted your Netflix queue. Bought drugs." He shrugged as he added said drugs to the melting butter. "Read Little Women."

God, he hated everyone in that book.

"What did you do?"

[robinonadderall]

There was a frown at the mention of Derek reading another book for Ms. Day, but he, of course, didn't mention it. "I did exactly what I said I was going to do--hung out with Allison and Lydia."

And, you know, had horrific nightmares that didn't make any sense.

[justlurkinghere]

"You look tired." Deal with his pointed declarations.

[robinonadderall]

"I am tired," he admitted. "I guess being near the nemeton set something off. Allison looks worse than I do."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sublimated his annoyance about that by stirring the mixture in the pan. It was possibly because he'd never made this around humans or during the eclipse itself that he did not realize there might be a little bit of contact high for the cooking process.

Oops?

"How bad?"

[robinonadderall]

"It doesn't really matter, now does it?" Stiles wrinkled up his nose at the smell of pot wafting through the air. He had been at enough parties to recognize it, but he wasn't particularly a fan.

[justlurkinghere]

"It matters." Which was to say, 'you matter'.

[robinonadderall]

That earned Derek a small smile. "It's nothing I can't handle."

As far as Stiles was concerned that was true. He could handle nightmares. It only happened when he slept, right? No big deal, he just wouldn't sleep a lot. The internet had plenty of things that would keep him distracted. Namely porn.

[justlurkinghere]

Cade must haaaate yooooou.

"Good." He was going to punch that nemeton if only he could find it despite BEING RIGHT ON IT WHEN HE FOUND LAURA. SERIOUSLY.

[robinonadderall]

Well it was either that or he jerked off here, Derek, and you threw a hissy whenever that happened.

"I feel really bad for Allison," Stiles said. "I mean, she wouldn't go into what was happening to her, but she looks terrible."

Scott looked fine, of course. Stiles didn't know if that was due to the werewolf thing or the being Scott thing.

[justlurkinghere]

Scott thing.

"It's just nightmares, though. Right?"

[robinonadderall]

"No. I feel it when I'm awake too." And things were getting weirder there too, but Stiles didn't want to mention anything until he knew for sure what it was.

[justlurkinghere]

That sounded like just normal trauma to Derek. Because waking nightmares weren't something that was part of his guilt and self loathing filled repertoire of trauma.

"But less here." Say yes, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah." Sure he'd say yes if you ignored the lie, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

You suck.

Derek huffed in annoyance, turning down the heat to not scorch the pot. "Do your thing with the dog."

That usually helped.

[robinonadderall]

"Okay." That was definitely a better option than staying there and be questioned about something that was out of both of their hands. He was almost out of the kitchen before turning around again.

"Look, if this whole thing bothers you, I can stay away." He was speaking to the floor rather than to Derek, but whatever.

[justlurkinghere]

"You shove your face at that dog every time you see him." And also he was feeling helpless about this.

Don't make him give you a gruff and manly shoulder squeeze.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed, amazed at Derek's ability to avoid a subject. "I guess you have a point there."

So he'll go upstairs and do just that.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed as well, staring down at the slowly turning green butter.

After more than a little internal debate, he stayed where he was, listening to Stiles closely just in case.

[robinonadderall]

Stiled trudged upstairs, smiling when Puppy Joe got up excitedly when he entered the bedroom. "Hey, buddy."

He kicked off his shoes before crawling up on the bed (he had some manners, thanks) and cuddled Puppy Joe to his chest. "I missed you."