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[studmuffin]

When: August 14th.
Rating: R.
Characters: Everyone! Tell your friends!
Summary: There are no Star Wars people in the City so let's have ourselves a bit of education.

What started off as a brosession quickly turned into a free for all movie night. Not that Stiles minds considering, but it means he has to plan and execute everything a lot more smoothly. So when Saya offers up the equipment they need he jumps at the chance.

Isaac helps cart everything about - werewolf strength, Stiles is envious -, and together they track down a space in Xanadu and fill it. It's not a hot night but it's warm and balmy and nobody's going to end up with pneumonia. Squashy beanbags get borrowed off a particularly hipster coffee shop and placed liberally about the place. They take what they can, couches that fit out of doors and large obnoxious cushions so everyone has a place to settle. There's a fuckton of candy too. Stiles pretty much wipes out a weeks allowance alone getting it and the soda. But if he's doing something he's doing it properly and he texts everyone the time and the place and all but collapses into a beanbag.

When people arrive he'll move. Honest.

Comments

[affectioning]

"Apples," he says after a second, thinking about it. "Or maybe wolfsbane." Too obvious?

At this moment, he'd laugh and then his brain would explode. This idea needs some breathing room. It needs to be given some love. It needs to ruminate. But, Stiles should keep that at the forefront of his mind as he witnesses interactions.

"Good. Same," he says, remembering back to how he and Derek had said the same thing with one more caveat. They may keep things from everyone. That was going to blow up.

[studmuffin]

"Wolfsbane is cool."

He stretches his legs out in front of himself, "Isaac knows, by the way. Derek told him."

[affectioning]

"It's not," he replies.

"Oh." He takes a second. "So does Allison. I saw her after I saw Derek." He looks at Stiles, apologetically. "But, nobody else." He thinks for a second. "We can work on my mom slowly until you turn eighteen. Maybe remind her how good he is."

[studmuffin]

"As a safeword, bro. Of course wolfsbane isn't cool."

So that's Scott, Allison, Isaac, Chase. It's a longer list than he'd like. "That's okay. We just ... have to keep it on the downlow for a while. I don't want him to freak out."

[affectioning]

"Oh. Yeah. No..."

"Derek Hale? Freak out?" Hah! Of course he would. He got a degree in freaking out. Or, would've had he gone to college. "Did Derek ever go to college?" Inquiring minds!

[studmuffin]

"I don't know?"

He pulls a face, "See, this is totally not a relationship thing."

[affectioning]

"It is. It's just your kind of relationship thing. Being in a relationship with Derek is just different than being in a relationship with anyone else..." he figures. "But, he makes your happy?"

[studmuffin]

"Most of the time?"

He shrugs again, "It's Derek. It's never going to be sunshine and rainbows all of the time. I want to punch him less and less though."

[affectioning]

"That's good..." Scott's never wanted to punch Allison. Or Isaac.

[studmuffin]

"I'll tell you if we ever get to the point of being ..." Good. Happy. Okay. "Yeah, whatever that's going to be."

[affectioning]

"You will." And if he doesn't, he will punch Derek. Or, end up. Six feet under. Shovel to the head. Set on fire. You don't hurt his best friend.

[studmuffin]

"Yeah yeah," he snorts, waving a hand. "Let's not funk up Star Wars with feelings okay?"

[affectioning]

"Where is there funk? I see no funk." He grins. And then he lunges into his friend's beanbag and gives him a bro hug. "Try not to enjoy this too much."

[studmuffin]

"Go away, you're ruining my boner for spaceships."

But Stiles is laughing, patting Scott manfully on the shoulder.

[affectioning]

He settles back so they're sharing the bean bag chair.

"Are you sure it's a spaceship boner?"

[studmuffin]

Flipping him off,

"Babe you could have had this but no, I've got something better."