bakerstreet | c'mere and let me cuddle you, u lil' shit.

c'mere and let me cuddle you, u lil' shit.

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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All of the round about information gathering had led them to here. This hollowed out husk of a building that they'd somehow discovered the Alphas had been staying in. Whether they still were was up for debate, but Derek had decided that he'd be camping out and keeping an eye out for them. Stiles had invited himself along because, hello, two attempts on his life so far sort of had him tangled up in this whether Derek wanted to admit to it or not.

They'd started out in Derek's car, but the werewolf had complained about Stiles' overly loud breathing, fidgeting, heartbeat, and pretty much entire existence making it hard for him to hear anything.

So they'd moved out of the car and onto the roof of a nearby building. Minutes had turned into hours and try as he might, Stiles found his eyelids flagging along with any and all energy reserves he might have had.

He would swear up and down on a pile of bibles that he fell asleep leaning against the vent behind them. He'd gone to sleep with cold, jabby metal biting into his back. He had no idea when or why that metal had turned softer and warmer, almost hot, but it was nice and maybe, just maybe, he snuggled into it.

There was something to be said for the fact that the Alphas had also chosen to stick around in some abandoned building and Derek was surprised by the lack comments about werewolves and the places they chose to live coming from Stiles over the course of the night. He hadn't been invited, but Derek hadn't gone out of his way to try to convince him not to tag along. If anything, he was slowly learning to resign himself to the fact that Stiles wasn't going to take no for an answer if he honestly wanted to get somewhere or get something done.

The switch to the roof had been a decent idea until it got to the point where they were both starting to nod off and neither of them were willing to suggest leaving for the night. Stiles was the first to fall asleep, but Derek wasn't long after, nodding off leaning against the vent next to Stiles.

At some point, he ended up with warmth and weight against him and he shifted against it as if to invite it closer without actually waking up. Perhaps it was because he knew, on some subconscious level, that it was familiar and pretty damn comfortable and usually resulted in better rest. Whatever the reason, he ended up with an arm around the source of it.

It was the arm that had the smile appearing on Stiles' face. That presence of security and comfort and safe that he didn't feel on a day to day basis anymore. It reminded him of falling asleep curled up on his mom's lap, or his dad's, but usually his mom's. That feeling like nothing in the world could hurt you, no boogieman, no natural disaster, no presence in the world could cut through that security that he felt when wrapped up in the arms of someone who loved him.

It was that memory that he clung to, that feeling that he was trying to reclaim as his own arm wrapped around Derek, the teen nuzzling in closer as he slept. ~~Maybe drooling just a little~~

On Derek's side, it was more the warmth of actually having somebody around that helped him. He was so used to being alone either because people avoided him or he pushed them away that having that kind of companionship, even just in his sleep, made a difference. It was like some kind of guard against all the typical things that crawled around his brain when he slept.

The nuzzling in closer had Derek shifting, giving more space for him to get closer while his own arm gently tightened around him as if to keep him from moving away.

Moving away? That wasn't happening any time soon. Stiles was in a private little cocoon of everything he hadn't had in so long. That it was Derek providing it was probably the universe playing an enormous trick on him and laughing hysterically, but it wasn't like Stiles got to snuggle up to anyone else in his sleep.

A happy little sound left him as he curled up closer, the hand around him tucking in under his back, locking him in place.

It wasn't until Stiles was nice and hooked around him that Derek actually stirred because the vent was still poking him in the back and the movement, while nice and warm, wasn't nearly as comfortable as it could've been. When he opened his eyes, it was easy to see why. It was also easy to see that he'd become a pillow for Stiles again and it was without the werewolf hearing to blame.

For a second, he considered waking Stiles up. Then he shrugged it off, figuring he'd leave him sleeping until he woke up on his own. He didn't bother removing his arm from around him, though, since Stiles seemed comfortable with it there.

Maybe his survival instincts were aware of the fact that a large predatory creature was awake in his vicinity because he slowly started to come out of the little nap he was having. Oh so very slowly, though. Slowly enough that he started talking in his sleep. "Uh uh. Tell me the pirate one. Bambi sucks."

Derek's eyes were on the building across from them again and he wasn't aware of the waking up until he heard Stiles speak. Then his eyes dropped again and he stared at him, wondering what he was thinking about that had him asking for stories, he assumed. "Stiles." He gave him a light nudge. "I'm not telling you pirate stories."

There was a definite pout there, eyes moving behind closed lids. "But mooooom..."

He opened then closed his mouth, first slightly put off by the fact that Stiles was calling him mom. Then there was some realization that it probably took a lot to make him comfortable enough to dream or think something like that and he realized how ironic that was. "Stiles, wake up..."

The grumbling that ensued was given as only a teenager could, his eyes blinking blearily open as he rubbed at them.

Then he paused when he felt the all too familiar sensation of a warm body against his. Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Nope. He was snuggling with Derek again. What the hell, self? "Uh..."

He was such a morning person.

Derek looked down at him, raising an eyebrow as he finally decided to pull his arm away from Stiles so he could move.

"Yeah."

There wasn't much to say about it considering their past with snuggling.

He slowly sat up, hand brushing through his growing hair, pretending like he hadn't totally been snuggling up with his sometimes arch nemesis. Frenemy? What the hell were they?

"Did we miss anything?" Best thing to do? Ignore it.

He was fine with ignoring it since that was his default reaction to it anyway. Act like it'd never happened.

"Not that I know of. Nothing smells different. I'm starting to think they're not gonna come back here at all."

"But you can smell that they've been here before, right? They have been here? Is it old?" He often wondered what people smelled like to werewolves, then he'd had the chance to find out for himself. It was interesting and yet not something he was sure he liked. Smells were linked entirely too closely to memory and he found it weird that certain people evoked responses they shouldn't just because of the way they smelled.

"Yeah, they were here, but it's old enough that it seems like they've moved somewhere else. There's no way they've been here in the past week to week and a half." Derek shook his head, shifting to push himself up from his spot. He was a little sore from sitting against the vent, but it wasn't like that would last for long.

Stiles was slower getting to his feet, brushing off his butt and legs as he looked over at the building with a frown, like it had done this on purpose. "Well, shit."

There went their plan. "Now what?"

"I'd say follow the scent, but I'm sure they've covered it. They probably left this here on purpose." Derek sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning to head back toward the door leading to the stairs.

"We're back to square one, I guess, unless we can find somebody we know is helping them out so we can follow them."

"This is bullshit." What was it about this damn pack that had him constantly in this kind of scenario with Derek? If he was going to cuddle with anyone, he wanted to do it when he was awake and for it to be someone with boobs. ~~And strawberry blonde hair with green eyes~~

"Yeah, tell me about it." There was the whole point that Stiles had invited himself along, but it would've been a dumb one to argue seeing how he invited himself along for everything. So Derek just led the way back into then out of the building again to head to his car.

Stiles followed along sullenly, wondering when they were ever going to catch a break with this pack. They kept somehow staying two steps ahead of them and it was really starting to piss Stiles off. "Is there some kind of code packs follow when staying in a town?"

"Not tipping off the humans that there are werewolves around is usually the only code any of us follow," Derek replied as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. "Even if there was some kind of code, I doubt the Alphas would follow it. It'd make them too easy to find."

Of course. They just couldn't catch a break with these guys. He went to the passenger side, waiting for it to be unlocked as he silently fumed. "We need to find a way to get some kind of foothold in this."

Derek unlocked the car and climbed in on his side, shaking his head a little as he started it up. Then he glanced over at Stiles. "We might have better look finding somebody they're working with instead."

"What, like the spooky pentagram drawer? How easy do you think that's going to be?" He got in and closed the door, looking back over to Derek.

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