It's Creepy Because the Eclipse is all Red Mansion, Late Monday night/Early Tuesday morning

[justlurkinghere]

It was another complete lunar eclipse, one that would actually be perfectly placed for north and south America to view it. Which meant about 4 hours of lazy 'not turning into a werewolf' fun times.

Oh, and the special brownies. For people who are adults. So, Derek, Jack and maybe Mike. If Mike felt like putting up with lazy werewolves again.

Because why not?

[NFB! And for the wolfy types/wolfy type adjacent]

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[robinonadderall]

"Says who?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"Says me." Yeah. He showed you, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"Oooo very threatening." He said as he kept eating Doritos.

[justlurkinghere]

Ugh, you're the worst. Derek sighed, slumping back on the couch to finish his brownie. Only then did he shove a piece of paper at Stiles. "It'll be soon."

[robinonadderall]

Sorry, Stiles wasn't listening because he was too busy looking over the paper. Poor impulse control.

At least you wouldn't have to put up with that smell for long.

[justlurkinghere]

"I waited to be alone when I read yours," Derek grumbled. Though he might have followed also written in a number of things on there in quick print. Because some of the answers needed clarification, okay? It was to help.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed. "Oh fine. I'll wait."

See, the list was going into his pocket and everything.

[justlurkinghere]

He could just wait until Derek was distracted by The Real Housewives of whatever location.

"Good," Derek said, leaning against him and letting a nice mellow settle in.

[robinonadderall]

"So what's your favorite color?" he asked, totally innocently.

[justlurkinghere]

"Red." Wait. "What?"

[robinonadderall]

"Wait, seriously?" he asked. "Your favorite color is red? Could you be more cliche?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek huffed, grabbing for the Doritos. "What's yours?"

[robinonadderall]

"Red," he replied, clutching the Doritos to his chest. Hey they were still good broken.

[justlurkinghere]

So rude! Derek made a face, willing to bide his time for them. And by 'bide his time' he meant 'get distracted by finding a comfortable position to slump against Stiles.

"Why'd you even ask?"

[robinonadderall]

"Oh just keeping things in mind next time I'm perusing through lingerie on the internet." He had read that much of the survey before putting it in his pocket.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made a face again, trying for the Doritos while Stiles was distracted making fun of him. "You'd need to know my size."

[robinonadderall]

"I was talking about for me." Derek, don't make Stiles shove those Doritos up his shirt to protect them.

[justlurkinghere]

"Oh," Derek said, looking distracted enough to let those Doritos go. "I'd like that."

Look at him using his words, Dr. Lecter!

"I bet you'd look really nice in them too."

Oh god, why did Stiles have to do this when he was defenseless and fuzzy?

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe," he said, making a face. "You might think so 'cause you find me attractive for some inexplicable reason."

[justlurkinghere]

"Because you're attractive," Derek replied like that should have been obvious. And it was offensive that Stiles didn't understand this. "Your mouth is just--and your neck."

He sighed, frustrated and happy all at once!

[robinonadderall]

"So I take it the eclipse has started?" 'Cause that was crazy talk, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Rude!

"Little while ago," Derek replied, not following that logic.

[robinonadderall]

"Thought so," he said, making himself more comfortable on the couch. He cared not if Derek got jostled! "I'm taking your bed tonight."

[justlurkinghere]

"Okay," Derek said easily, slumping down more until it was less of a slump and more of a using Stiles' lap as his pillow.

"I'm not lying about thinking you're attractive," he said, catching back up to the topic at hand. "Other people do."

Waaaait a minute.

"Don't go sleep in their beds, though."

[robinonadderall]

"Who else finds me attractive?" he asked, sliding his fingers through Derek's hair.