Dances With Wolves↳ 14 / 25“Sleepover”Artist: kaciartAuthor: vanehwasrealThe pack having

Dances With Wolves↳ 14 / 25“Sleepover”Artist: kaciartAuthor: vanehwasrealThe pack having a sleepover at Derek’s loft where they share snuggles and horror stories.-“‘Sleeping With Wolves’? Really?”“Oh, come on, it’s a joke,” Stiles says, rolling his eyes at his dad who sighs and leans back in his chair. Stiles doesn’t move from where he’s still standing in the doorway where he’d stopped as soon as his dad’s head had shot up from the newspaper to ask what the hell he meant by asking for permission to 'SWW’ before he’d even entered the kitchen. “And I meant sleeping – as in laying my weary head to rest, dad, so don’t you cry no more.”Stiles hadn’t expected him to like the idea of a sleepover, so he’s not surprised by the concerned look on his dad’s face.“That’s not really how it works for you though, is it?” He points out quietly, giving Stiles a soft look.And Stiles had prepared to have to fight his dad for this, but he hadn’t expected that. His shoulders drop, as does his heart.“Dad… I’m better,” he says, which isn’t a lie. The dreams aren’t as frequent, nor as bad, these days and every now and then he even gets a night without any disturbance at all. “Haven’t you noticed?”“Of course I’ve noticed, Stiles,” his dad says, voice firm but not really harsh. “That’s why I’m not exactly leaping with joy about you spending the night somewhere other than your own bed. What if it gets worse again?”“Why would it?” Stiles wonders, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.“I don’t know,” his dad says in a tone much lighter. “How am I supposed to know? You’re asking to have a sleepover with a pack of werewolves, Stiles. You gotta understand I’m a little worried.”“Scott will be there,” he offers.“And?”“And he’s the Alpha now,” Stiles says, quirking a smile as he imitates Derek from several months ago. It’s one of those things he’ll probably never forget. Hell, he’ll probably never let Derek forget either.The sheriff just raises his eyebrows. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”Stiles sighs dramatically and finally leaves his spot in the doorway, entering the kitchen to flop down on the chair across from his dad.“It’s not in some haunted mansion in the middle of nowhere,” he points out. “It’s at Derek’s.”At that his dad looks thoughtful for a moment and the silence makes Stiles feel the butterflies stir in his belly. He knows his dad doesn’t really hate Derek. Other than being responsible for the wet shoe marks in Stiles’ room by the window, he’s got no real reason to. Besides, what happened yesterday at the hospital must have some impact in his father’s view on the werewolf.“You’ve been better since he got back,” his dad finally states, giving him a look.Stiles swallows just in time with his heart skipping a beat, sending a silent but very, very sincere thank you to Nayru, Farore and Din for the fact that his father doesn’t have super hearing.What even is his life that he has to worry about super hearing.“Yeah,” he croaks out.It’s taken him time to even dare admit that fact to himself, but he knows it’s the truth. Just like staying in touch with Derek and texting him when he was out of town had helped him sleep at night, his return has pretty much doubled the effect. He’s got no clue how it works. He just knows it does.His dad nods, and Stiles wonders how and for how long he’s known it, too.Maybe his dad’s been a bit more blessed by the goddesses than Stiles has, which is so totally unfair because Stiles has been praying to video game divinities since he was like four.“Alright,” the sheriff says with a final nod. “Then tell him I’ll ask him tomorrow how you slept.”“Wha–” Stiles gapes. “Why can’t you just ask me? Your beloved son?”“Because unlike you and Scott,” his dad says, giving Stiles a wholly unimpressed look, “He won’t actually dare to say anything but the truth.”“Your bullets can’t kill him, foolish mortal,” Stiles points out childishly.His dad huffs, grabbing the newspaper from the table again.“That’s not what I think he’s afraid of.”Then he simply returns his attention to the newspaper, leaving Stiles blinking in surprise over how little convincing it took as well as confusion as to what the hell that’s supposed to mean.  “You’re kidding me.”“Nope,” Stiles says, popping the 'p’.Neither Lydia nor Danny, both of them having arrived together with one half of the freaky and not at all gross and pseudo-incestuous werewolf transformer-duo were apparently feeling very merciful, choosing to leave a seriously constipated looking Ethan with Stiles and Scott at the entrance of the loft.Stiles wonders what Ethan could possibly have done to anger Danny so much that he’d leave his boyfriend alone with him and Scott.The two share an evil grin (Scott, who has yet to master that particular skill, looks completely demented) before turning back to the other werewolf, ready to start up the Stilinski/McCall torture fest.“Scott, Ethan; they need help piling up all the mattresses, pillows and blankets on the living room floor. Lydia’s decided that’s where we’re going to sleep because that doesn’t have the potential to become awkward at all.”Stiles groans and turns around angrily to face Derek, knowing without looking that the temptation of mattress jumping would be too much for his friend.“Go,” Stiles finally says with a sigh.“You’ll join me after though, right?” Scott asks after barely a moment’s pause.Stiles is insulted. This is a disgrace. He makes sure to look seriously affronted as he turns to Scott.“Would I turn down the lure of bouncy mattresses and millions of pillows?” he asks solemnly, receiving a smile in reply; he approves of how it takes on an edge as he turns to (what has to be a seriously confused) Ethan, eyes flashing red as he says, “Let’s go.”“Ah,” Stiles says fondly as the other two leave. “He’s almost worse than you were.”Derek pinches the bridge of his nose. “He’s an idiot. You’re an idiot. I honestly cannot believe how the two of you are this idiotic,” he says, gesturing for Stiles to follow him. Apparently putting distance between Scott and Stiles was all that Derek the Traitor wanted to do, because he’s pretty sure he’s just being kept away from Scott.“It’s because watching the two of you talk to each other literally hurts,” Derek supplies because he is an actual mind reader.Rude.“Well, at least that one managed to land not one, but two smoking hotties,” Stiles points out with a nod to where Scott is enthusiastically jumping up and down on one of the feathered mattresses while pummeling a miserable looking Isaac with a pillow, Allison grinning in delight a safe distance away.  “No television.”“Yes, Scott,” Derek answers dryly. Scott seems at a loss, so Stiles takes over. He can do this. He hopes to god that he can do this.“Ah, but…” he says, looking from his friend’s huge eyes to Derek’s amused (rude!) ones.“No television.” Stiles thinks he can hear Danny and Ethan laugh from their corner of tears and misery, but whatever.“Yes, Stiles,” and Derek sounds even more amused now. He’s parked himself right next to Derek on the unfairly comfortable couch. He doesn’t care to know where the traitors Danny and Ethan are, and Scott, Allison and Isaac are taking up a ridiculous amount of space by the large windows. All of them (bar Lydia, who is, as always, lovely, and Derek, who is, as always, shirtless, which is also lovely) are wearing the stupidest looking pajamas they own, apparently.Stiles wears his Grassman t-shirt with pride, though.“You know, we could do something else,” Lydia says. Scott makes a pained noise and Stiles wholeheartedly agrees.“But how does he play video games if he has no television?” Stiles asks in an attempt to make her understand, not even bothering to mask the distress in his voice, as Scott nods enthusiastically in agreement.Lydia looks from one to the other and in the flickering candlelight, it looks even more menacing than usual.“How about this,” she says pleasantly. Oh no. Oh no. “Either you two come up with another suggestion and stop filling the room with stupid ideas or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to do it anymore.”And she must have well and truly reached her limit; Stiles can actually see her perfect composure crumbling because that is definitely a jaw clench.“Right! How about–” Stiles scrambles for something to say, throwing Scott a look. Think, good man, think. And thank god and all that is holy because Scott’s eyes widen as he understands the urgency of the situation and together, they start spewing ideas in the form of word-vomit.Ah, friendship. It warms the cockles of Stiles’ heart, it truly does. And this, this is routine.Some of these people have never witnessed this good old Stiles’n’Scott method of… solving… boredom…before…?Anyway. Some have (these people, like Isaac, Allison and Lydia, can be identified by their pained expressions)and some have not (also easily identified by the looks of horror on their faces as they look from one to the other and back again).“Jenga!”“Baking!”“Jogging!”It doesn’t matter how stupid a suggestion is. If you think of it, you’ve gotta say it. Those are the rules.“Jogging?” he hears Ethan ask in disbelief and okay, seeing as Derek’s huge windows make the fact that it’s snowing pretty impossible to ignore, he’ll let it slide this once. Gotta keep going anyway. They’re obviously on a roll here.“Gardening!”“Cleaning!”“Nay!” Stiles vetoes enthusiastically as he sees Derek’s eyebrows shoot up in interest at that suggestion.“How about ghost stories?” Intones an amused voice. And okay; it’s okay, Stiles. Allison doesn’t know the rules. You’ve just gotta tell her so that next time, she knows better than to interrupt brainstorming time without following proper protocol.“Sounds good,” Isaac agrees, looking up at his girlfriend from where he’s pillowed on her thigh as people murmur their agreement.“I vote yes,” Stiles says gleefully because…“I vote no,” Scott groans, burying his face in Allison’s other thigh. She just pats him on the head with a fond look as Scott attempts to speak again.“Last time I ever help you out, Stiles.”“Filth and lies,” Stiles says with a grin as he flops down on the couch, burying his toes under Derek’s thighs. (Stiles doesn’t notice the sharp inhale or the surprised look thrown his way, and he misses the smirk Lydia sends Derek and the glare he gives her in return.)“Can I start? I read so much creepypasta on the internet man, you guys have no idea,” he says instead, grinning down at Scott from the couch. Scott looks seriously constipated. Stiles loves it.…Which makes the description used a bit awkward.“Go for it, man,” Isaac says curiously, settling in and drawing the blankets more comfortably around himself and Allison, making sure that Scott does the same on his side.Stiles kind of wants to punch a wall to feel manly again. He clears his throat.“Right, okay. Let’s go then…“There was this hunter in the woods who, after a long day of hunting, found himself in the middle of a huge forest. It was getting dark and he was a bit lost, so he decided to just pick a direction and stick to it until he got out of the thick of it.“He walked for what seemed like hours before coming across a small clearing, in which there was a tiny little cabin. Since it had grown quite dark, he decided to try to see if he could stay there for the night, but as he approached the door to knock he found it already slightly ajar.”Stiles pauses to glance at the people around him. He can see Scott’s lips turn down unhappily at the corners and Isaac’s body tense. Allison and, surprisingly, Lydia, look interested, Derek and Danny sharing looks of boredom while Ethan looks completely skeptical.“He entered to find there was nobody inside; the single room of the cabin was tiny and he didn’t have to look around for long to see that. The hunter flopped down on the bed and decided that he would explain himself to the owner in the morning.“As he looked around, he was surprised to see that the walls were adorned by rows and rows of portraits, all painted in such incredible detail; and without exception, they all appeared to be staring down at him, their faces twisted into expressions of absolute, pure hatred.“As he stared back, he grew more and more uncomfortable, until finally he turned to face the wall, tried to ignore the faces, and eventually fell into a restless sleep.“Waking up face down in the unfamiliar bed, he turned around, blinking the sunlight out of his eyes only to discover that the cabin had no portraits. Only windows.”Scott looks like the grumpiest puppy on earth.“I liked it.” Allison says with an exaggerated shiver.“It’ll do,” Lydia says sounding bored, but Stiles doesn’t miss the way she pulls the covers a bit tighter around herself. “Next.”“Ah, well,” Allison taps her lips thoughtfully “I don’t know any ghost stories or stuff like that, but my dad told me about this police case where we used to live, when he sold arms to the police. There wasn’t anything supernatural about it that he could tell, it was just really strange. Neither he nor the police ever managed to figure it out. It’s kind of freaky?”“Sure,” Isaac, Danny and Lydia say at the same time, one trying to mask his horror, the second sounding like it’s not scary at all, and the last one sounding interested. Ethan, apparently, has no opinion at all.“Let’s not,” Scott suggests instead.Allison, however, is glancing at Derek, hesitation evident in her eyes.Stiles only feels Derek’s muscles tense because he’s literally planted his feet under them, but Derek still gives Allison a small nod.“Sure.”“I honestly can’t remember exactly when or where he said it was. It was before I was even born, that’s how long ago it was. What I do know is this: it started out as any other murder case. The body of a woman was found in the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. The police also found a video camera using VHS tapes in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven, but there was no tape inside.”Scott’s giving Allison a truly betrayed look while Isaac’s completely white in the face, reaching up and gripping Scott’s arm. Allison the Unmerciful Queen continues.“It was labelled a homicide and that was it, until– and this is where my dad became interested– an unmarked VHS tape was discovered at the bottom of the farm’s well, which had apparently dried up earlier that year.“I remember this bit because my dad said it was one of the few times the hunters within the police actually take outside help– one of the guys on the force was one and apparently they’re really stubborn, but they needed all the help they could get at that point, because he really couldn’t figure out if there was anything supernatural involved.“The tape they found was a bit banged up and there was no audio, but you could still see what was on it; a woman recording herself with a video camera, seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen."After positioning the camera so that you could see both her and the kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed the woman opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her."Eight minutes into the video the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point it started emanating thick black smoke. The camera then continued to point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparently died.“To avoid disturbing their little community the police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that they’d found one. Neither police nor hunters ever managed to determine who put the tape in the well.“Or why the physical stature of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the stature of the woman found in the oven.”What the hell. Stiles doesn’t really know what to say, choosing instead to bury his toes deeper under Derek’s thigh, staring at Allison who simply shrugs.The silence is broken by Scott groaning loudly, drawing everyone’s attention away from his girlfriend, before mashing his face into Allison’s thigh, muttering what sounds like a very muffled 'but how’ and pulling a tiny, floral patterned blanket over himself.A snort of laughter escapes Allison before she manages to control herself, biting her lip before patting the curls of a no-I’m-cool-I-always-look-a-little-twitchy-I-swear looking Isaac occupying her other thigh.Stiles doesn’t have any such reservations however, and doesn’t feel bad at all for the laughter bubbling up. Jesus Christ, what an awesome alpha.When the laughter finally dies down, he looks at Derek to seek solidarity because Allison’s glare is saying both ”I feel you, but I have to be a good girlfriend” and ”Stop that right now or I’ll start laughing, too” and Stiles knows that neither Danny nor Lydia will come to his rescue.When he looks at Derek, however, he sees such fond exasperation as the man glances from Allison to Stiles, setting his eyes on the latter when he notices him looking. Stiles can’t believe how far he’s come that, after a story like that, he’s still able to look this happy. He can feel his grin turn stupid. Fuuuuuuuck.“Now it’s Derek’s turn,” Danny interrupts. Stiles gives him a grateful smile because if whatever the hell that’d been doing had gone on for just a bit longer, it would have just been embarrassing, Scott-levels of schmoopy.Danny grins back at Stiles, giving him a wink.“What?” Derek snaps angrily out of nowhere.What the hell? Lydia rolls her eyes, and whoa, did she just punch Derek’s leg?“Well, I’m not going to, and do you honestly expect one of those two to tell a story?” she asks with a nod in the direction of the boyfriends currently looking one horror story away from a nervous breakdown.“I resent that,” Isaac says, but it’s not very convincing since he’s crawled around and is now hiding under the flowery blanket with Scott, who doesn’t even try to defend his honor.“Or wait,” she continues, ignoring Isaac, instead gesturing to the other two boyfriends. “Maybe you meant Mr. and Mr. Enthusiasm over there.”“Damn,” Danny deadpans.“She got us there,” Ethan drawls.Derek frowns, looking to Stiles for help. He’s not getting any. “Come on,” Stiles says.“You gotta have some scary werewolf story, right?”The look Derek then proceeds to give him is practically screaming ’are you fucking kidding me’ and okay, Stiles has to admit, if he were to follow that description he could probably just pick any day of his life.“Okay, yeah, okay I get it, just… you know what I mean, stupid werewolf,” Stiles says, withdrawing a foot and kicking Derek’s unfairly, totally, what the hell how is he even real solid thigh, seriously, the only thing soft about it is the sweatpants oh my god?There’s a tiny huff of laughter from Derek before he places a warm, large hand around Stiles’ ankle, pulling it into his lap. Stiles’ heart flutters. He should seek help.“Well, there was this one story that Peter told me and my sisters when we were out camping one night because according to him that’s a rite of passage everyone has to go through…”Derek then seems to realize something. His eyes widen a fraction and he glances to the side.“Oh, just go on,” Lydia huffs. Derek hesitates for a second before picking up where he left off.“He said that it really happened to one of the Hales that’d died a couple of years previous, that he’d told him and my mom himself, that the experience drove him insane for a long time and when he came back he still wasn’t put together quite right."We all called bullshit, of course. Even after we’d heard the story we weren’t scared. We were used to being underestimated, after all.”Stiles is practically holding his breath. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Derek speak this much at once before, and about his past at that?“But then we came home, and mom found out… she was furious with him. We asked her what she was so mad about and she told us it was nothing. We got nervous and asked her if it was true, but she wouldn’t say anything about it, and that freaked us out more than anything. I think that was the first time we actually felt fear.”Stiles can feel the tension in the room kick up a notch.“Peter claimed he told us the same way he himself had been told, so I’ll just do the same because I’m not good at telling stories. I just remember this one.“I’d been lying down for hours. It was 5:35 AM and there wasn’t anything I could do. Do you know what the worst part was? That I was in the same room as my parents. They kept looking at me, and I couldn’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes were focused on me, their mouths wide open. The scent of blood was strong in the air and I was paralyzed with fear.“Here’s the thing. The second I made any hint that I wasn’t asleep anymore, I knew that I was completely fucked. I would die and there would be nobody around to save me. I’d been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I’d had so far was to rush for the door, then the front door, and then scream for help. It was a stupid plan but if I stayed there, I didn’t know what would happen. Surely, I’d die, right? He was waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.“This was the last peaceful moment that I would have for a long, long time, so let me wind back a bit.“About three hours earlier is when I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up to check on the noise, but when I opened my bedroom door I found the hall outside stained with blood.“I stumbled back to bed, hid under the covers and tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that this was just a very vivid dream.“But then I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blanket to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It wasn’t human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothes. It walked like a caveman, its back slouched as it dragged my paremts. But this thing was much smarter than a caveman; this thing was aware of what it was doing.“It took my dad first and propped him up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. Then it sat my mother down in my desk chair, dragging it over and positioning her toward me as well. Then it started rubbing its hands upon the walls, drawing a symbol I have never seen again, never been able to find, to this day. It had made what it would probably call its masterpiece and to finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I couldn’t read in the darkness at the time.“Then it dragged itself in under my bed, positioning itself, waiting to strike.“That was three hours ago. The scariest thing now was that my eyes had adjusted to the darkness since then and that I could read the message. I didn’t want to because it was absolutely terrifying; but I felt that I had to, I needed to see, before I was killed.“So I opened my eyes and peeked at the smeared letters by the creature’s masterpiece:‘’I know you’re awake.’”…How about no.Stiles doesn’t have to look around to know that he’s not the only one with an expression of pure horror on his face as he looks at Derek.“Dude, what the hell?” Stiles asks, because, really, he thought Derek had said something about Peter only becoming fucked up after the fire.“Allison, is that a real thing?” Isaac whines, finally having given up all pretense of bravery in favor of clinging to Scott like a lifeline.“And if it is, please hunt that instead?” Scott says, clinging back just as much. Allison’s got her hands in both of their hair and for the first time, even she seems affected. Lydia is wide eyed and- hell, even Danny seems a bit uncomfortable, squirming against Ethan’s (he- is he fucking sleeping? He is! He’s fallen asleep!) side.Derek shrugs. “You guys wanted a story, I just told you the only one I know.”“Danny,” Lydia says.“Aye aye,” the other instantly replies, squirming away from the werewolf he’s attached to and making his way to the redhead, crawling under her covers instead. “That’s enough ghost stories for today.”“It was enough before Stiles even started,” Scott wails, prompting Allison to lie down on his other side to comfort him. Ah, big bad alpha strikes again.“Oh, come on, if you really didn’t want to listen, you could have left,” she says fondly as she hugs him.As all the others become immersed in their own conversations, Stiles turns to Derek.“Okay, spit it out. Was all of that true?” Stiles questions.Derek raises an eyebrow. “Would I lie to you, Stiles? Of course it was. We were scared for weeks after. Cora and I kept sneaking into Laura’s bed, and all three of us would braid each other’s hair and cry about how we were too scared to howl and run freely under the moon now.”Stiles is left gaping. Derek smirks.“You!” Stiles says accusingly. “You sit on a throne of lies! I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m gonna sleep now on the count of you suck.”That’s when Stiles notices how everyone’s fallen quiet around them. Apparently, in a matter of seconds, everyone save for Stiles and Derek somehow manages to fall half asleep. The problem with that is that no one seems to be sticking to just one mattress, everyone choosing instead to lie all over the fucking place.“Uh,” Stiles says eloquently. Derek seems to understand what he means, judging by the roll of his eyes.“I’m not a blushing 16th century maiden, Stiles,” he says before pushing a yelping Stiles off the couch.“Man down, man down!”“Ha ha,” Derek says and Stiles is impressed because he has never actually heard someone sound that unamused before.Stiles grins, tugging a couple of pillows out from under Isaac’s arm.“Okay then, manly man, get down here. Just remember if you wake up with a Stiles-shaped octopus in the middle of the night, you brought this upon yourself.”“I’ll live,” Derek says, sounding bored, but there’s a small blush spreading high on his cheeks. Stiles isn’t even going to point out the irony.Trying to make place is a bit hard since everyone’s already grabbed theirs, plus the fact that they are lying like fallen dominoes.As they have to lie a bit closer than they would have perhaps otherwise gotten opportunity to, though (and maybe Stiles shuffles backwards and plasters his back against Derek’s front, he’s not even ashamed to admit it because look at that impressive front) he’s willing to admit that it all works out in his favor.Especially when he and Danny, who apparently wasn’t as asleep as he thought, share another grin he’s pretty sure he receives a mental high five to boot.Disclaimer: the creepypaste was written by anonymous, I only rewrote them to fit the story. -- source link

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