(bro)hug it out?
Title: (bro)hug it out?
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: K
Kind of fluffy. Because Derek needs a hug. Or the one were Stiles sort of offers Derek a hug but ends up being hugged instead.
When Stiles had said it he'd been joking.
Well at least half joking.
"You need a hug." He'd said. Certainly expecting at least a scowl if not an out right shove against the nearest wall.
Instead Derek just stood there. Shoulders slumped, eyes down cast. An aura of defeat suddenly radiating off him.
Stiles had wanted to lighten the mood. Make Derek look irritated instead of miserable.
But now Stiles didn't know what to do.
The thought of laughing it off now seemed out right cruel.
And as the seconds ticked by, Derek still didn't react.
No "shut up". No growling. No threatening. No storming off.
He just stood there. As if waiting.
And by consequence, Stiles also stood still. Confused.
Was Derek waiting for Stiles to hug him? No, Derek would rather shoot himself with wolfsbane.
"Ummm, actually, I'm going to get going. It's getting kind of late and…"
"I thought you said I needed a hug."
"Ummm yeah man, sorry, I didn't mean to break you. But once in a while a man needs a hug. A man hug. Manly man hug. Bro hug, you know? Anyway, yeah, never mind. You know me, can't keep my mouth shut. So see you…."
Stiles did not squeak. When Derek started advancing on him, Stiles did not close his eyes and squeak. No sir he did not.
Except, maybe, he pied his pants a little because he was imagining the worst case scenario of Derek slashing his throat with his claws.
Being on the verge of panic, Stiles didn't feel Derek's arms circling around him until, well, they were.
One arm around his waist and the other around his neck.
The shock of the action prevented Stiles from reacting.
It wasn't until Derek was pulling back that Stiles finally lifted his own arms to hug Derek back.
Stiles was hugging Derek. Stiles was hugging an Alpha werewolf.
Stiles wondered what sort of alternate reality he had entered.
He could feel Derek's steady heart beat right next to his.
Well, his heart beat not so steady. Stiles was freaking out!
He was sure Derek would push him off any second now, claiming wolfsbane poisoning.
Instead Derek pressed tighter.
Holy shit, Stiles was about to die any minute now!
"Breathe."
Stiles had not even realized he'd stopped breathing. Or that he'd also tightened his hold on Derek.
"Is this a bro hug?"
"Ummm errrr…."
"What? You speechless?" Stiles could clearly hear the amusement on Derek's voice. Asshole!
"I….."
"Just be quiet Stiles. We're hugging it out."
"Bro hugging it out." Stiles felt the need to clarify.
"Yeah, sure, if it makes you feel better to call it that." Derek said as he lowered his head to the nook of Stiles' neck.
This was so not a bro hug, was the last thing Stiles thought before he stopped giving a fuck and just rolled with it.