robinonadderall | Not-So-Creepy Mansion | Specifically Derek's Room

Stiles had arrived back in Fandom early on Thursday, but it took him some time to get over to Derek's. He had been moving slow in the first place due to lack of sleep and the pounding in his head from the injury after the car accident. He didn't know if the nightmares were due to the recent trauma or the after effects of his sacrifice to the nemeton, but he did know they sucked. If they decided to stick around he was going to be in real trouble. The other issue he had was with Derek himself. He knew this wasn't going to go over well, but he had made the decision to tell the truth for once and he was going to go through with it.

Still, it was almost a relief to find Derek wasn't in his room when he got there. He sat down on the edge of Derek's bed and let Puppy Joe climb up in his lap. He scratched behind his ears absently, trying to ignore getting lost in the dark thoughts that always seem to be on the edge of his mind now. It was bad enough having to deal with them when he was asleep.

[For Derek!]

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...seriously, Stiles.

Derek huffed, rolling his eyes so he didn't have to give you sad looks.

"Okay, it sucks and scares me more than I'd like to admit," he said. "But it can't be any worse than losing my dad."

"Go spend time with him." Yes, yes. Away from Derek 'everything I touch dies horribly' Hale.

"After seeing what Beacon Hills is capable of he'd rather I stay here," Stiles said with a shrug. "You trying to get rid of me?"

He said it jokingly but there was a hint of anxiety there.

Derek was probably quiet a little too long after that. He shrugged, acting way too casual to be casual.

Yeah casual, quiet Derek was freaking him out. "...you aren't trying to get rid of me, are you?"

"Would you be safer away from me?"

Because, as we know, literally everything can be blamed on Derek.

"Of course not, why would you say that?" Because Derek was a sad sack, Stiles.

The fucking saddest.

"Why do you think I keep having to bury people," Derek ground out. "You were a normal teenager before."

Also, there were no inappropriate feelings. So.

"Okay, dude, I was never a normal teenager, ask Jackson," Stiles said. "And this wasn't started because of you. This started because Scott got the bite. Even if you we're out of the picture I'd be dealing with this stuff."

Derek huffed again, shoulders shifting forward. "The dog missed you," he finally settled on.

Puppy Joe was actually taking advantage of their distraction to burrow under the blankets. It was too adorable for words and ruined the scene, but that dog did whatever he damn well pleased.

"Yeah, I can tell," Stiles said with a small smile. "He probably made you text me too."

Derek glared, just daring Stiles to question it.

Stiles just smiled again. Then he hesitantly grabbed a hold of Derek's wrist. "Are we okay?"

Derek stared down at the hand on his wrist. Because um, hello. People did not touch him.

"Did you want a hug?" Like the last time?

"Did you want a hug?" He knew you were a tactile guy, Derek, don't even deny it.

"No." No. Shut up. You wanted the hug, Stiles. "I was just offering since you demanded one last time."

Shut up.

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"I don't want a hug." Oh what a lie.

Derek narrowed his eyes at the lie. But didn't push it. Because he was being mature and the adult in this situation.

"Fine." He'd just cry into his pillow about it. On the couch. Since someone was probably taking over his bed.

It was Stiles' bed now, Derek. His and Puppy Joe's.

And Stiles knew that 'fine' reply. It meant that Derek totally wanted a hug. So Stiles took one for the team (it was such a hardship, really) and let go of Derek's wrist only to put his arms around him.

Stiles was the one who wanted hugs. Derek didn't need hugs to feel better about his awful life. Or miss being able to snuggle on the couch without things just getting awkward.

Shut up.

"If you ever do something that dumb again, I'll kill you myself," Derek muttered, not hugging back at all.

"Noted," Stiles said before pulling back. "I'll do the same to you if you try anything like that."

Whoa, whoa there, Stiles. Don't try to turn this around on Derek.

Derek muttered something that might have possibly sounded like 'That's not the same'. But it was hard to say.

Stiles didn't have to hear what Derek said to get an idea of what he meant. "Just because I did something stupid doesn't mean you have free reign to dumb it up."

Derek sighed. "I'm not the one running off without being able to defend myself."

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