Just Nightmares - H/C: Erschöpfung (für mich)

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Titel: Just Nightmares - Teil 4
Team: Erato
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Erschöpfung
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Charaktere/Pairings: Stiles + Scott
Wörter: 955
Warnungen: Schimpfwörter. Und Stiles und Scott haben ein ernstes Gespräch. Ähem. Der Plot kommt noch, versprochen.
A/N: Der vierte Teil.
Teil 1
Teil 2
Teil 3


"Won again!" Scott gave him a triumphant smile and made weird victory wiggle from where he was sitting on the ground, while Stiles kept glaring at him.

"You cheated—we agreed on no wolfy reflexes!"

Scott flashed him a grin and picked up the controller again, ready for the next round of Super Smash Bros.

Still glaring, Stiles shifted to a more comfortable position, still sitting cross-legged on the ground beside Scott. Stiles might give off the impression that he actually just complained for the fun of it—but in reality he was acting sour because he was actually feeling wronged. And he didn't care that this particular train of thought didn't really make much sense.

They started again and Stiles immediately sent his Kirby to attack.

"So," Scott said slowly, making his Toon Link dodge Stiles's attacks with ease, using his werewolf reflexes again, the fucker. Stiles was sufficiently distracted that he didn't even notice Scott's suddenly cautious tone.

"Do you wanna talk about what's wrong?"

Stiles froze for a bit and Toon Link sent Kirby flying; Stiles only barely saved him from falling. It was unfair, really, because Scott didn't have to concentrate nearly as much as Stiles to even have a chance at this game. Damn werewolves. And damn feelings. Stiles didn't want to talk about feelings. He was just so exhausted from having to think about them all the time, he didn't want to talk about them too.

"No." He only really replied so curtly because he was a little preoccupied. Scott soon slowed down, though, and Stiles sometimes wished he was still as oblivious as he had been before... well, before all the supernatural crap started happening. It would have saved him this conversation. Scott had surely planned this when Stiles hadn't been looking.

"Stiles." Scott groaned his name. It was impressive how he could groan his name like that, expressing annoyance and at the same time pleading with him to stop acting so childishly.

"Scott," Stiles replied, because he really wasn't above being childish. What was he supposed to say anyway? I had a nightmare, but it wasn't like the ones I usually have? Scott already knew he still got them from time to time. He knew there wasn't really anything he could do to change that. It was something Stiles had to get over by his own strength. Scott, bless him, also knew that Stiles was strong enough to deal with it. Stiles knew it himself. Only that sometimes... sometimes it still felt a little overwhelming. Sometimes the guilt took a hold of him and didn't let go, and he wondered about the families of the people that had died by his hands, and how they would probably want him dead if they knew. He still couldn't think about Allison for too long, and it still hurt looking at her, although a huge part of him was so unbelievably relieved that she was alive, that she had made it.

He was sure he'd have broken in the hospital the day following her injury if the news had been anything but that she'd be fine again. It was enough that he still couldn't face Chris Argent.

He flinched when Scott's hand settled on his shoulder, and looking up, he saw Scott with a worried expression on his face.

"Dude, you okay?" Scott's voice was soft and low, barely above a whisper, but it was the right approach, Stiles realized. Stiles also realized that this was Scott, his best friend, the one who hadn't forgiven him because he had never blamed him in the first place, and it would be really douche-y of Stiles to keep this from him. They had always told each other everything, no secrets, no boundaries. Stiles didn't want to push him away.

"I just had a nightmare," Stiles finally murmured and drove a hand through his hair. He sighed, suddenly feeling the exhaustion on his shoulders, settling over his chest. He hadn't slept well last night, and apparently, the lack of sleep was finally catching up with him now.

Scott's hand on his shoulder was a steadying presence, and before Stiles knew it, Scott had gradually pulled him into a hug, hanging on to him and showing him he was there, and would always be.

Stiles sighed. "It's just... it was different this time."

Scott stayed silent, just listening, and once Stiles really started, it felt so great to get it all out, to tell him something he had never really told anyone before. "Usually, it's memories of... the visions the nogitsune gave me. Actual memories. But this time... it was really weird, Scott."

Scott buried his nose in the crook of Stiles's neck and Stiles... had actually never started to be embarrassed ever since Scott had started with those hugs after the nogitsune, and he wasn't going to now. It actually calmed him down like nothing else.

"I was in school at night and then there was this flickering red light... and then the scene changed and I was... I was stabbing you and there was so much blood, Scott, it was red everywhere."

Scott actually growled quietly at that and squeezed Stiles close, as if protecting him from the nightmare. If only he could, but the gesture alone made Stiles feel okay enough. The reassurance that Scott had his back and wasn't angry at him, only at the nogitsune.

They stayed like this for ages, until their heartbeats synced and Stiles started drifting off. He didn't remember how they got into Scott's bed, and he didn't really care, his best friend's presence like a shield against any and all threats. He remembered snuggling into Scott's chest before he finally fell asleep.

Comments

[peterhforalpha.livejournal.com]

Genau das, was ich mir erhofft hatte, oh mein Gott, das war so gut. Genau das, was man da jetzt gebraucht hat. Erst super süßes Videospielen, wo Scott natürlich schummelt.
Übrigens spiele ich auch total gerne Super Smash Bros, aber verliere immer gegen meine Schwester und die ist kein Werwolf, soweit ich weiß. Würde also bei den Jungen auch mal mitmachen ;)
Und dann Scott, der versucht, herauszufinden, was los ist. Voll süß, wie er erst ganz unschuldig nachfragt. Passt auch prima, dass Stiles erst einmal dicht macht und ihm dann klar wird, dass Scott sein bester Freund ist und sie sich alles sagen.
Und dieser Hug? Oh mein Gott, so etwas könnte ich auch vertragen, aber ich lasse ihn mal Stiles, weil er es gerade dringender braucht. Er wird schon wieder werden. Ich meine eine Nacht in den Armen seines besten Freundes wird ihm hoffentlich ein wenig helfen. Und vielleicht bleiben dann ja auch einmal die Albträume weg.

[rolly-chan.livejournal.com]

Es freut mich SOOO, dass es dir gefällt und du es süß findest! Genau das wollte ich XD
Smash Bros ist ja auch genial *nick* Allerdings hab ich nur das für den N64 gespielt, weil das die neueste Konsole ist, die wir besitzen (ja, wir sind arm *heul* XD). Ich kenne Brawl eigentlich nur durch ne Freundin, die davon geredet hat, da hab ichs schnell nachgesehen, um keine falschen Charaktere zu wählen oder so.
Und jaa! Scott is the best. <3 Und Umarmungen sind toll. Ich liebe die beiden Puschel ja so. Das mit den Alpträumen... I'm sorry! Aber es musste sein. Plot und so. Es wird am Ende alles Sinn ergeben, ich schwörs!
Und insgeheim bin ich böse und sadistisch, deswegen müssen sie alle leiden.