Just Nightmares - Fluff: Umarmung (für mich)

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Titel: Just Nightmares - Teil 8
Team: Erato
Challenge: Fluff - Umarmung
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Charaktere/Pairings: Stiles + Derek
Wörter: 1024
A/N: Der achte Teil, mit dem ich ebenfalls nicht zufrieden bin. Meh. Und irgendwie sind die Teile mit Derek immer Fluff. Hmmm...

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Stiles woke to the sun warming his skin. He blinked awake and took a few moments to marvel at the fact that he really hadn't had any nightmares. It almost felt surreal. He finally rose and turned around towards the window to thank the awesomely awesome dreamcatcher hanging there for catching and eliminating his nightmares, when he noticed Derek crouching in front of the window again. Thankfully, this time he didn't almost fall down.

"The hell are you doing here so early, dude," Stiles muttered but got out of the bed anyway. It was kind of embarrassing that Derek was forcing him to parade around in his pajamas, but there was currently nothing he could do. The guy just lived to embarrass him. And slam him into hard surfaces.

Derek climbed in nonchalantly, and not without regarding Stiles and quirking a brow again at his choice of clothes. Stiles replied with a glare, because really? That was rude, dude.

"I hear you and Allison found something?"

"We did, in fact, find something," Stiles said, but didn't continue, just to annoy Derek. Hey, if Derek got to make fun of him about his pajamas, Stiles could at least do this. Derek's suddenly slightly hurt expression didn't make any sense to him, though. This wasn't even close to the worst Stiles had said to the sourwolf.

"Hey, what's up with your sour expression, sourwolf?" Because really, Stiles kind of had a thing for werewolves, and stubble, and leather-jackets. And he didn't want to hurt the guy any more than he already had been hurt. Stiles was actually still unsure why the hell Peter and Cora told him, of all people, about Derek's past.

"Nothing," Derek said. Of course. Because the guy was as secretive and closed-up as the fucking national bank. Stiles could somewhat understand, though, because he hadn't been that much better about talking to people lately. At least he had opened up to Scott and Allison. Who did Derek open up to?

"Anyway, there's this little tidbit about vampires actually sucking blood, you know. But, according to the reports, no blood is missing. Also, don't vampires induce sleep paralysis when they're actually there? I doubt those victims invited them in their sleep. Though, if they're anything like me... they might have."

"We're not dealing with vampires." It was a simple statement, like Derek was just accepting that it wouldn't be as "easy" as they had hoped. Vampires were one thing, but now they had to consider witches, weird demons, and the like. It would be frustrating and annoying, and someone would probably get hurt, that someone probably being Stiles, because werewolves kind of had cool healing abilities, while he did not. Also, it wasn't like they'd put Lydia in harm's way.

"About the dreamcatcher..." Derek looked a bit hesitant, not meeting Stiles's eyes, and pushed his hands into his jeans pockets. It looked kinda cute, and kinda delectable. Stiles's brain, apparently, decided again to be weird. He couldn't help it, though, since this was Derek, and Derek looked... well, really hot. It was kinda hard not to notice.

So Derek wanted to ask if Deaton's plan was working, and... oh. Oh! Stiles couldn't suppress the grin that pushed the corners of his lips apart. Because Derek really cared. Wow. That was kind of awesome. And also a little sad that he couldn't just ask Stiles. But he'd take what he could get.

"Aw, were you worried?"

Derek actually looked affronted by that, and he looked at Stiles with a frowny face. His trademark frowny face, though it had appeared less often these days. Stiles thought it would be cool if that was because of Scott, him, and the rest of the gang. Hanging out with normal people who didn't betray you and burn your family.

"You're pack," was all he said, but it sounded rather soft around the edges, an unusual thing with Derek. It conveyed so lot, though. If Stiles were sentimental or actually dared to, he'd probably hug him.

"I get it. The pack takes care of each other and stuff, right?"

Derek smiled—actually smiled!—but it had a teeny tiny hint of something else in it that Stiles couldn't quite identify.

"So..."

"We're good," Stiles took the initiative this time and placed a hand on Derek's shoulder, patting it a few times. He wasn't really looking forward to talking about feelings. Not with Derek, not with anyone. He'd really done enough of that these past days. "That is, I wasn't angry at you or anything for telling Scott—oh, don't gimme that look, of course I know it was you."

Derek huffed and Stiles snickered. It was nice, and the closest Stiles had been to Derek in forever. He had begun to even miss him smashing his head against the steering wheel, or his back against a wall, or something, and if that wasn't unhealthy...

Suddenly, Derek's arm reached around him and he pulled Stiles into one of these awkward bro-hugs, shoulder to shoulder. It was a shock at first, because, whoa, did Stiles NOT see that coming. But then it was awesome, and then there was Derek's nose poking into his hair, which confused Stiles at first, but then he remembered that he was a werewolf and probably had a thing for sniffing people. Or rather pack. Yeah, Stiles was pretty sure pack were sniffing each other. Sometimes. Maybe.

The... bro-hug, for lack of a better description, ended way too quickly, and not quick enough, because Stiles's mind was still in a very inconvenient place. He did so not need a boner right now.

"We'll need to discuss the vampire-matter, and there will be a movie night tonight at my place. You're invited."

Derek seemed to be full of surprises this day. They were actually doing a movie night. At Derek's. The last time they did something of that sort was months ago, when their meeting was cut short by Peter making a dramatic entrance and announcing he had taken care of the stray omega.

"Hell yeah! You better have some good movies there."

Comments

[peterhforalpha.livejournal.com]

Vollkommen okay, wenn es Fluff ist. Diese Geschichte braucht ein wenig Fluff zwischendurch und mit Derek ist Fluff nie verkehrt, denn er braucht das auch ganz dringend xD
Hat mir super gefallen und dein Derek ist so süß, wie er nachfragen will, ob der Traumfänger funktioniert hat, aber den Satz nicht ganz zustande bekommt. Hach, ich könnte ihn knuddeln^^
Aber das hat Stiles ja schon für mich gemacht und das ist auch vollkommen in Ordnung.
Also mach weiter so :)

[rolly-chan.livejournal.com]

Ich hänge öfter Mal im Fluff fest, was ich auch gar nicht schlimm finde, aber es ist schon auffällig, wenns immer derselbe Charakter ist *g*
Es folgen noch weitere Sterek Szenen. Dazu bin ich nämlich auch mal endlich gekommen *lol*

Werd jetzt mal deine Beiträge lesen *_*