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]

Well, his heart rate was going a bit faster as he approached the door, so it might have been easy to make that mistake.

He stood in front of the closed door for a few moments, listening to the clacking of heels on tile from inside the bathroom. Derek was downstairs and Mike had a bathroom of his own...Stiles liked to think Derek would have said something if he had a lady friend over. He tapped lightly on the door, just in case, but somehow wasn't surprised when there was no answer.

Stiles frowned. He was filled with this overwhelming feeling that the door should stay closed, but not investigating went against everything he was as a Stilinski. So he took in a steadying breath and pushed open the door slowly...

...only to find an empty bathroom. Stiles rolled his eyes at himself and his dramatics, immediately moving to push open the shower curtain in a fit of "you're an idiot, Stilinski, just get this over with". Nothing there too.

Shoulders slumping as the fear of danger passed, Stiles shook his head at himself. Derek had probably turned on the TV or something and the sound filtered up.

Turning to go back to the bedroom, Stiles found himself face to face with Jennifer Blake. Her throat was still bleeding from where Deucalion ripped it out, but she was smiling at Stiles.

"Should have kept the door closed, Stiles," she said, shoving at Stiles' shoulders.

Stiles screamed and fell down to the floor, landing hard on his shoulder.

[justlurkinghere]

The pan was shoved off the burner roughly as Derek rushed up the stairs. Because screaming wasn't actually a normal occurrence in the creepy old mansion. Well, not unless nightmares were involved.

Or Derek being creepy at people. Neither of which were happening as far as he knew.

[robinonadderall]

It quickly became obvious to Stiles he wasn't in immediate danger. The image of Jennifer left as quickly as it came but Stiles was still breathing heavily and was shaking slightly.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down. Christ, he must have fallen asleep and started sleepwalking or something.

[justlurkinghere]

"Stiles?" Way to not give him privacy by just bursting on into the bathroom, Derek.

[robinonadderall]

Derek coming in caused Stiles to jump again, but he recovered quickly. "I'm fine. Sorry, I just--I'm fine."

[justlurkinghere]

"Are you?" Derek asked carefully. He reached out to pull him back onto his feet.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, I just had a scare and then fell over," Stiles said, trying to sound as calm as possible and letting Derek pull him up. "It was stupid."

[justlurkinghere]

"A scare." Was it a spider? Spiders were fucking scary.

[robinonadderall]

"I just thought I saw something, but it was nothing," Stiles said, rubbing at his shoulder. "It's fine, Derek."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave him a long look for that. "Don't lie to me."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm not lying." He was just downplaying the truth.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek huffed in annoyance, putting a hand on the exposed skin of Stiles' neck to deal with the bruising for the moment.

"Grab the dog. I'm ordering pizza."

Well, take your hand off him first, Derek.

[robinonadderall]

"Could you give me a minute?" So he could freak out in private.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded, pulling away awkwardly to stare at him for a moment longer before fleeing downstairs to order that 'I'm sorry you're going crazy' pizza.

He was a great pal like that.

[robinonadderall]

Rude, Derek. Rude.

Stiles muttered a thanks, and then slumped over the sink as soon as Derek was out of sight. It was just a dream, it had to have been. It wouldn't be surprising if the nemeton upgraded to sleepwalking.

He splashed some water on his face before leaving the bathroom to grab Puppy Joe and head back downstairs. At least Puppy Joe was having a great afternoon, being carried everywhere once again.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, well. Stop going magic crazy in his bathroom and Derek would stop being an awkward turtle at you.

And thinking you're going crazy.

"I got the veggie pizza." Ugh, Stiles. The shit he did to make you feel better.

[robinonadderall]

For some reason Stiles looked surprised by that even though he probably shouldn't have been. "That is the direct opposite of what you like."

[justlurkinghere]

"You won't shut up about vegetables." For some odd reason.

[robinonadderall]

"You didn't have to do that," he said. "I'm fine."

[justlurkinghere]

"I wanted vegetables." He wanted no such thing.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "You're such a liar."

[justlurkinghere]

Well, was it making him feel less crazy?

"I like them." No, he was a carnivore.

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, I've eaten countless meals with you, I know that you don't." Derek being a blatant liar was making him smile though. "Next time keep in mind that I don't need special treatment."

He wasn't an invalid. He was just...becoming slightly unhinged.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed the sigh of the overly dramatic. "Just put on a movie and stop making this isn't a big deal."

[robinonadderall]

"Fine, fine," Stiles said, letting it go. He did, however, make sure to shoulder check Derek when he went to grab the remote. "Thanks."