Suddenly, STEREK

russogermany121:

torakodragon:

((I’m gonna try a torako pic fic))

The crisp autumn air swirled around Derek and Sties, constantly nipping at their noses as they continued their walk. God, Stiles had been a total idiot. Why the hell hadn’t he decided to wear a jacket? The fact that he was wearing his short-sleeve Batman t-shirt made it worse, as the wind easily froze his exposed skin. Derek, decked out in all black was fine as usual. He was smart and actually decided to dress weather appropriate. Damn him…Stiles was even the one who suggested the walk, so why did he fail miserably when it came to grabbing a jacket?

Stupid ADHD. Always gets in the way.

The continued their stroll, and Stiles tried to strike up a conversation with the stonewall that was Derek Hale. Stiles didn’t mind though. He had a knack for carrying one-sided conversations. Hell, sometimes Stiles and Scott would just talk at each other instead of listening, so Stiles was comfortable with just talking at Derek. While he wished he would respond he was comfortable with just filling the silent space between them.

“So I had to get my jeep fixed again,” Stiles rambled on. “It kind of took a beating from our last escapade against the supernatural. You know, I wonder if I should be worried about any other creatures of the night tearing out my engine. Like what else is out there? Vampires? Zombies? Vampire zombies? Or would it be zombie vampires?”

Stiles sneezed unexpectedly.

“Or pneumonia,” Derek added to the end of Stiles’ list. “Stop for a second.”

“Oh…okay,” Stiles said, a little downtrodden. “Did I do something wro-“

He was cut of by the feeling of overwhelming warmth enveloping his slightly thinner than normal body. A quick brush of skin on skin contact when Derek’s finger ghosted across Stiles’ neck had him biting back a gasp. Was this really happening to him? To Stiles, of all people? He put his arms in each  the individual sleeves, attempting to fit into the massive jacket. He wasn’t quite big enough to fill it out, so it hung down more than it would on Derek. Still, the leather jacket was filled with Derek’s scent, and the heat still contained within the jacket was more than enough to keep Stiles warm.

Of all of the clichés in all of the world, this one was now his all-time favorite.

Derek quickly crossed his arms, and turned around to continue the walk. While Stiles was grateful, he was worried now that Derek would be too cold. Stiles ran a few steps to catch up to Derek, and he tugged at the sleeve on Derek’s black shirt. The alpha turned around to face the smaller teen, awaiting his question or his incessant speech.

“Will you be okay?” Stiles asked, with more concern than usual. “Don’t you think it’s cold?”

“I’m a werewolf,” Derek sighed. “I have more than enough body heat to keep me warm. You on the other hand, you need all the help you can get. Besides, giving my jacket to my mate doesn’t seem unnatural, does it?”

“No,” Stiles replied, face flushed completely crimson. “I guess not.”

Derek turned to continue the walk again, but Stiles had another idea. He circled his small arms around Derek’s waist, and pulled Derek into a gentle hug, their bodies fit perfectly against one another. Hesitantly, Stiles placed a soft kiss on the back of Derek’s neck before pulling away.

“Thank you sourwolf,” Stiles said lovingly, enjoying the sight of Derek’s ears growing bright red. The smaller teen stepped right up to Derek’s side and offered up his had, which was soon taken by another. With fingers intertwined, they walked down the leaf-covered street.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad out after all.