Just Nightmares - Fluff: Akzeptanz (für mich)

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Titel: Just Nightmares - Teil 9
Team: Erato
Challenge: Fluff - Akzeptanz
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Charaktere/Pairings: Stiles + Derek (+ Pack, besonders Lydia)
Wörter: 1485
A/N: Der neute Teil und wieder Fluff mit Derek *g* Wie war das noch? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern?

Teil 1 | Teil 2 | Teil 3 | Teil 4 | Teil 5 | Teil 6 | Teil 7 | Teil 8


After finishing a long debate with himself about the benefits of arriving early vs. arriving late without coming to any conclusion, Stiles simply muttered a "fuck it" to himself and decided he'd just get to Derek's early because that's what he wanted to do. It had been some time since Stiles had just done whatever he wanted like that. Spontaneous and just a tiny bit reckless. But if he had learned anything in all that long time since the nogitsune, it was that Derek surely wouldn't mind, because apparently, they had become sort of friends.

So he arrived early, but only by a bit because that inner debate had taken some time, and when Derek opened the door, he had an unreadable expression on his face, with way too many emotions to discern them, but at the same time outwardly blank. It was weird, but Stiles would take it.

"Hi," he greeted the werewolf, and unlike the Derek from just a year ago, this Derek actually replied with a whole sentence.

"Hi. Come on in."

So Stiles did, but once he stepped over the threshold, all the nerves he had so studiously ignored returned, and he suddenly felt so very awkward. Not that it wasn't a feeling he was used to, but right when Derek could smell every little thing on him—and Stiles was sure it would smell like distress—it wasn't very convenient. Always those damn werewolf senses.

"You alright?" Derek promptly asked, but Stiles just narrowed his eyes at him.

"Did you just smell me?", he asked, and then something happened that Stiles would have never ever expected, and never thought it would be possible. Derek fucking sourwolf Hale blushed. It was very faint and all, but the slight pink touch to his cheeks was there, and Stiles saw it, and it was awe-some. He wished he could have snatched a photo with his smartphone, but it was gone so fast he wouldn't even have had the time to pull it out.

"You smell distressed," Derek said, opting for neutrality, probably, and yes! Stiles had guessed right again—distress! Though it shouldn't make him feel so victorious. It still did.

"Well, yeah, I'm fine, as you can see." Stiles pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged. Derek didn't exactly need to know about his not-feelings for the dude. Apparently, it was harder to accept them but also harder to deny when he was standing right in front of Derek. A weird paradox. Derek's hand suddenly on his shoulder was nice, though. And Derek's eyes searching his own made a shiver run down his spine that he somehow managed to suppress.

"You sure?"

Derek's pretty sudden need to be reassured of his well-being stunned Stiles for a moment. Mostly because it sent Stiles's mind racing through a thousand thoughts, most of them circling around the idea that maybe, possibly, hopefully, he might have a sliver of a chance with Derek. If Stiles had learned something from his dad being the sheriff, it was that sudden changes of behavior definitely meant something. Maybe, Stiles hoped, this change was significant enough to mean that whatever Derek was feeling for Stiles was good.

"Yeah," Stiles replied after a few moments of silence, "I'm sure. Sorry for being early."

"I don't mind," was all Derek said, and Stiles grinned at him for confirming his suspicion from earlier. Then Derek let go of his shoulder and led Stiles past the winding staircase to the couch, where Stiles plopped down and leaned back into the cushions. Yeah, this was definitely comfortable, Stiles had to give it to Derek. It felt infinitely more comfortable now that Stiles had had a good night's sleep without any of those damn nightmares. He just hoped he wouldn't drift off tonight, since he had no idea whether the dreamcatcher could actually catch a nightmare when he was somewhere else entirely.

His train of thought was cut off briskly by Derek plopping down right next to him, their shoulders touching, and it took a lot not to noticeably tense up at that. Because whoa, since when had Derek become so... touchy-feely? Before the hug back in his own room, the only times Derek had willingly and voluntarily touched Stiles was when the guy had threatened him, or smashed his head in the steering wheel of his car. But he wasn't complaining. At all. If anything, it only fed his hope. Maybe, if Stiles just accepted it—completely, not just in a casual 'okay, I guess I sorta maybe kind of like Derek' way—he could actually act on that hope.

While he was busy listening to his once again racing thoughts, he completely missed how Derek had slipped even closer, their legs now touching too and arms pressing against each other firmly. Stiles already opened his mouth to ask about that, but then shut it again, because really, how did he even get his hopes up by this much? Derek was very likely just worried for one of his pack. No big deal. If only Stiles's heart would for once agree with his mind, it would be cool, but alas, he could even hear himself how loud it was thumping in his chest. Derek couldn't be so oblivious that he hadn't noticed, could he? He had even immediately smelled Stiles at the door, so it couldn't be that Derek didn't know, right? Only then... why did he ignore it?

Before Stiles had the chance to try to alleviate his own nervousness, there was a bang at the door. Derek actually grumbled before standing up and going to open it to his pack, and Stiles was glad Derek had his back on him for that, because his jaw dropped. Literally. And he only barely shut his mouth again before Malia, Kira and Lydia entered. When they spotted him, they all shot him surprised and suspicious looks. Lydia gracefully sat down to his right while Malia, preferring to sit on the ground, made herself comfortable against his legs, tilting her head back and greeting him with a grin. Kira took the empty space next to Lydia.

"So, what are you doing here so early?" Lydia asked him directly, raising a delicate brow. She was really good at giving him silent, unobtrusive support, but that didn't mean she couldn't still scare the shit out of him with her keen observation and Sherlock Holmes like deduction skills. That girl wasn't a genius for nothing, and Stiles hadn't had a deep crush on her for nothing, either.

"Nothing better to do," he replied, hoping to sound less like lying than he felt. Sometimes, he swore, Lydia intimidated him just because it was fun for her to do, or because she wanted to prove a point. Either way, it was uncomfortable, and even the warmth of Malia's back didn't help making him feel less uncomfortable.

"Hm," she replied and attentively observed how Derek planted himself to Stiles's left again, this time flush against Stiles because there wasn't much space left. And fuck, he could feel the heat rising to his chest and cheeks. He didn't really need to look at Lydia to know that she had already figured everything out. Damn his gifted friends. Damn them.

Another knock on the door saved Stiles from Lydia voicing her observations. This time, Derek rolled his eyes before going to open it again, his hand casually squeezing Stiles's shoulder as he got up. Even Stiles couldn't deny it anymore. Something was going on with Derek, and judging from Lydia's gleeful grin, she was convinced there was something going on between Derek and Stiles. Already. Although Stiles had literally just a few minutes ago started to accept that thing. He guessed he would need to set her straight, but that would have to wait for later. Before she outed him when he still wasn't quite ready. That would not be very cool. It would be incredibly embarrassing.

Scott and Allison both gave Stiles long and way too significant looks when they made their way over to the chair, Allison sitting down on Scott's lap, and Derek came back again, once again sitting down next to Stiles, and once again pressing his freaking limbs against his. Derek even pressed himself a little more against Stiles before he started speaking.

"Apparently, we are not dealing with vampires," he started, and what followed was another pretty fruitless meeting, because neither Stiles nor Allison had found anything in the bestiary that would explain the phenomenon. Except for witches, of course. Those were always a possibility, though Stiles still wished it wasn't that.

When it was over, Derek finally announced their movie night, and the ruthless fight over which movie to watch began. And Stiles decided he'd confess. To Derek. Soon. Because he was pretty sure he didn't have much to lose.

Comments

[peterhforalpha.livejournal.com]

Touchy-feely?
Oh mein Gott, haha, ich habe so gelacht. Und dieses Kapitel war purer Zucker, auch wenn nicht wirklich viel passiert. Aber einfach nur Stiles und Derek nebeneinander zu setzen, reicht für mich schon, besonders wenn man es dann so glorreich beschreibt, wie du es tust.
Ich finde es klasse, dass Derek sich immer wieder neben Stiles setzt und dass sich auch sonst niemand da hingesetzt hat, so als ob jeder weiß, dass es Dereks Platz ist ;)
Gefällt mir super super gut *hihi*

[rolly-chan.livejournal.com]

Jah, ich sammel jetz Werwolf tropes in meiner Fic, und dazu gehört auch die Trope des taktilen Werwolfs *lol*
Mein Plot geht des Öfteren abhanden, I know XD Bin aber sehr froh, dass meine Beschreibungen gefallen =^^= Sonst hab ich dabei immer extreme Minderwertigkeits-Komplexe. Besondes weils Englisch ist.
Das Rudel ist halt aufmerksam. Die Werwölfe riechen ja eh alles, Lydia ist ein Genie, und Lydia und Malia erzählen natürlich das Wesentliche auch Kira, hehe.
*freu*