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the CUDDLE IT OUT meme

(or the SHAMELESS FLUFF meme)
The room you wake in is unfamiliar. The decor is red and gaudy, the pillows and other features of the room ♥heart-shaped♥. The bed is, thankfully, comfortable.
And there's someone in the bed with you. Are they male, female, or otherwise? A total stranger, or an old lover? Older than you, or younger than you? Well, no matter who they are, even if you would never dream of it otherwise, you're suddenly filled with an urge to cuddle the shit out of them. Right here, right now. And so are they, so that should work out just fine.

Let's be real. Sometimes, you just want to play fluff. Good old fashioned "cuddle up in front of a fire and snuggle like cute little bunnies" fluff. But some characters are ~anti-social~ or have ~space issues~ and it's impossible to get them to just friggin' loosen up, and building that kind of CR can take for-fucking-ever. So really, this meme is for all the shameless fluffers out there. Here's lookin' at you, kid.

HOW IT GOES DOWN:
- Comment with your characters, putting any preferences you have somewhere in the comment.
- Others will respond.
- Your characters, no matter what they would usually do or if they even know each other, will have the burning desire to smother the other person in affection and cuddles
- ~~There is no thirteenth floor. There is no Miss Zarves.~~ There is no RNG.
- Have fun.

~~And yes. This is totally a blatant rip off of that other meme, no harm meant. just some good old fashioned fluff.~~

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[Someone might have had too much to drink last night. Someone might have passed out somewhere and not paid attention to where that was. Someone might be snoring softly and sort of... wiggle/squirming towards any source of heat near them. It's a possibility.]

[A second someone definitely, definitely had too much to drink last night. Werewolves can't even get drunk, so Derek must have had, like, 99.9% alcohol blood content if he managed to break the laws of his species. Either way, he's still pretty out of it, and Stiles is warm, and he's lonely.

As Stiles wiggled towards him, Derek practically lunged his arms out and threw them around the other man's waist, dragging him effortlessly to him. Stiles had to be practically suffocated by how tight Derek's holding him, just. Weirdly gripping this dude super close and mumbling sleepily and incoherently into his ear. Good start.]

[Fortunately for both of them, Stiles was a touchy person, so there was no freaking out over arms suddenly squeezing the life out of him. Nor was there any sudden waking from the mumbling. In fact, Stiles was starting to mumble back in his sleep, mouth constantly going even in unconsciousness.]

Shh... if my dad hears, he's gonna come up and ruin it all. Ha, ha... tease.

[Derek's response is a little more inaudible than that - he's still mumbling incoherently, repeating fragmented words like closer and tighter and nice ass, but besides that he's just grumbling splintered noises into Stiles's ear. And drooling, a little. Right on his cheek. He's still asleep, after all.

He was starting to wake up, though, just a little bit, just enough to kinda understand what's going on but not enough to think it's anything abnormal.]

Sorry, m'gonna be more quiet. [and he squeezes a little tighter.] 'Cause your dad's... a tease?

[Stiles' semi-conscious brain heard 'dad's a tease' and he laughed, a soft, breathy chuckle as he sort of burrowed in against the source of all that warmth.]

Hah... no... you're a tease. Dirty tease. I'mma... I'mma show you.

Oh, okay. [He wasn't sure what he was assenting too, but in his sleepy mind he just kind of accepted what was going on. If this weird sleepy hug-beast said he was a tease, hey, so be it. Must be true, right? He nestled his head in Stiles's hair and just kind of breathed, distantly thinking that whoever he was cuddling with needed to use shampoo that wasn't so freakin' cheap.]

You can show me. I'm not gonna bite.

[Hey, that shampoo was 2.99, buddy. Total steal. But sleepy Stiles heard that and grinned, fingers curling into the shirt that was hiding all the warmth.]

Mm, biting. Told you you were a tease.

[Derek tried to frown, but even the muscles in his eyebrows weren't properly awake yet. He gently tried to bite at Stiles in some kind of unconscious move of affection, but he missed, his teeth sliding through the air as he misjudged where his cuddlebuddy was. Whoops. He tried again and found Stiles's ear, awkwardly scraping his teeth against the peak of it and latching on.]

Shhhhh. [It was hard to talk with a mouthful of ear, but hey.]

Edited 2014-04-14 12:31 (UTC)

[Ear biting. That was his ear. And there were teeth on it. And he was a teenage boy with too many hormones. Say hello to more snuggling with a little, ah, prodding.]

Dirty. I like it when yo get bossy.

[There was a dick on his leg and he barely even noticed. Such was the power of 99.9% alcohol blood content, I guess.]

I like when you get, uh... [Shit, in his tired mind he felt like he should know this. Like he and Stiles did this all the time and he was being a bad fuckbuddy by not knowing how to fill in that blank.]

I like when you get dirty?

[He was more than half awake now, but he was still kind of drunk, because yeah, he'd had that much last night. God, but it had been a good night. Lots of booze. Probably too much booze if waking up with Derek Hale was anything to go by. But half-awake still kind of drunk Stiles thought that was hilarious.]

M'not dirty. I had a shower.

Wrong dirty. [Stiles was going to be way more conscious of what was happening before Derek even reached that point, which probably sucked for him because. Well. Now Derek was awkwardly rubbing his knee between the other guy's legs and getting dangerously close to that whole dramatic terrible issue going on down there.]

[Oh, but wait, Stiles liked when he got bossy. He should do something about that.]

Clean your room, idiot.

That's the wrong dirty.

[He grinned, nuzzling in under a scruffy jaw and, yep, there went the prodding again. God, this pillow was so warm. He should get more pillows like this. Surround himself in scruffy pillows that felt good to, ah, do that against.]

You clean your room.

[Too much weird gropey awkward clingy hugging was going on, now. Derek was still kinda snore-nibbling on Stiles's ear, his hands clawing lightly at his back and slipping under the band of his pyjamas. His knee had apparently repurposed itself to be a sex toy for a teenage boy, which was, uh. That's. That's a good life goal to have, knee.]

I'll clean your face off. With my teeth.

That doesn't even make sense.

[That knee was his new god. It was just... right there. Perfect spot. Don't move, knee.]

Weird and bossy.

You don't make sense. [None of this makes sense. He's just going to anchor his forearms around Stiles's waist and get his knee grinded against for a while, apparently. Derek's hands tug on the hem of Stiles's shirt and he breathes in the smell of that hideous 2.99 shampoo again, kinda liking it now.]

And you're weird. Weird and stupid. [he is not on his A game for sass]

Shhh... m'not stupid. I'm the smartest.

[He pouted, eyes still staying closed as he drifted just below the surface of wakefulness, aware only that he was warm, cuddled, and having a good time with a knee.]

[Derek yawned a big, big yawn, and it seemed to rattle him awake a bit. Not enough to really connect what he was feeling with what was going on, but enough for him to stop sounding like he was constantly hallucinating and also suffering from a concussion. He kinda realized the thing he was snuggling up against was Stiles? But he was too tired to fight it and he figured this was a dream anyway, so hey, go with it.]

You're pretty smart, yeah. I don't really say that enough.

Yeah. I am. Totally.

[That earned him a smile and more snuggling, fingers somehow finding their way up under Derek's shirt.]

Cuddles are awesome

I feel no shame

LAUGHING hello castmate

Tra la la la la la =)

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