#derek: attempts to shut stiles door to do his Big Grumpy Wolf thing

[derpylittlenico]

i keep on coming back to my kitty based Teen Wolf hcs...

stiles having a fluffy kitty named Thor Peanut-Butter Stilinski

AND

stiles having an overprotective bigboi cat who is thoroughly unimpressed by the werewoofs who keep on sneaking into HIS person's room.

...and honestly? I think there's magic somewhere in the spaces where they overlap.

[when-they-write-stuff]

I feel like 50 would be what Stiles would say to Derek the morning after a full moon when he finds Derek asleep in his back yard, because his wolf took him there the night before.

50. “Why are you naked?”

- -

Stiles wasn’t sure how Derek got outside of his house naked.Okay, he totally was. But that doesn’t mean he’d expected it or ever thought it would be something that happened to him. Things just didn’t work like that. 

The point is, Stiles didn’t expect to wake up this morning and look out of his kitchen window to see Derek standing there, fully naked, looking like he’d just come from a wild party or something.

Because yeah, this was Stiles’s life now. 

Yay.

Stiles stared at him for a moment longer before trudging out the back door and pausing on the porch. Derek straightened as Stiles came into view and his hands flew down to block some… lower regions. Stiles pointedly averted his eyes.

“Okay, Sourwolf, we’re going to have to start setting up some boundaries. Why are you naked in my backyard?”

“Stiles, where are my clothes?”

That wasn’t exactly what Stiles had expected to hear. He blinked a few times and then lowered his hand a few inches so he could get a good look at the man’s face.

Derek was staring at him like this was Stiles’s fault. Which was totally unfair.

“Gee,” Stiles said. “I don’t know. I was going to ask you the same question.”

“Stiles, I swear to god—”

“Okay,” Stiles said, cutting him off. “If you even dare to try and put this on me, I’m going right back inside and locking your little wolfy ass out here. Now, do you want to come get some clothes on or do you want to stay out here and moon my neighbors when they come out to water their flowers?”

Derek glared at him for a long moment. Then the man grunted and Stiles smiled, turning back toward his house.

“I thought so.”

Stiles was more than happy his dad had an early shift because he didn’t even know how to begin explaining Derek and his… nakedness. If he looked (which he would never) he was pretty sure the man was covered in mud, which he also didn’t understand.

“Okay,” he said, eyes still turned in the other direction. “Do you want to attempt wearing my clothes again or do you want me to try and find you something of my dad’s?”

“I want to take a shower.”

Stiles blinked. Then he turned and gave Derek a flat look, not even caring anymore. “Okay, dude, the tone is really not necessary here. I’m not the one running around naked when it’s not even a full moon. And what the hell is even going on with that? Please tell me this isn’t a kink or a hobby that I’ve stumbled across because I don’t think I’ll be able to take it.”

Derek only gave him a flat, slightly murderous look and didn’t say a thing. Stiles sighed and turned toward the stairs. 

“Fine, don’t tell me. Come on, I’ll show you the bathroom and look for some of my dad’s clothes while you’re attempting to get yourself together or whatever. But this cannot become a normal thing.”

“It won’t become a normal thing.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said the first night you climbed through my window.”

“Stiles—”

“What,” Stiles said, turning around and arching an eyebrow. He was pretty sure his eyes did not flit anywhere they shouldn’t for a millisecond but then Derek’s face turned bright red, so maybe they had. But could he really be blamed? There was a literal naked werewolf walking around his house with muscles like Superman and Stiles was supposed to not look?

Not look. Yeah, that was something he was supposed to do.

Turning sharply away, Stiles gestured down the hall. “Okay, the bathroom is down there. Please avoid using all of my shampoo and I swear to god if you make a mess, you’re cleaning it up. Also, don’t judge the number of shaving razors I have in there. One day I will need to use them.”

Derek huffed and brushed by. Stiles went shock still for a moment and didn’t move until he heard the bathroom door closing, only then melting in on himself like butter.

He had not signed up for any of this.

 When he heard the sound of running water, Stiles started toward his dad’s room. He supposed it would be pretty funny if he tried to make Derek wear his own clothes again, but the man might rip his throat out if he tried that. And Stiles liked having a throat, thank you very much.

He fumbled around his dad’s closet for longer than was probably necessary, but the last thing Stiles wanted was Derek dressed up like his dad. Because that would make him question just about every single sexual fantasy he’d ever had involving the werewolf.

Not that he’d ever had any. Ever.

Stiles eventually decided on a pair of sweats and a Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Station t-shirt, because his dad never really wore loungewear unless it was a weekend off. And Stiles could probably burn both of these after Derek wore them just in case.

Derek didn’t shower for very long but Stiles still nearly had a heart attack when the man opened the door wearing nothing but a towel. That wasn’t much better than being naked.

“Okay,” Stiles squeaked, shoving the clothes forward. “Please, put those on. Like, soon. Like, now.”

“That’s the plan, Stiles.”

“Right. I’ll be downstairs then! Definitely not sticking my face underneath cold water or anything. You just… get dressed now!”

Derek raised an eyebrow, but he looked a little amused. Stiles blundered back with a litany of curses on his tongue and all but stumbled down the stairs.

He had never signed up for this.

It was early enough in the morning that Stiles was pretty sure none of his neighbors were up. He hoped, at least, because if his dad got a call about there being a naked man in his backyard and came home to see Derek, Stiles was pretty sure he would be grounded for life.

He also knew his dad had stocked up on wolfsbane bullets. And that wouldn’t end well for anyone.

By the time he heard footsteps on the stairs, Stiles had already started making breakfast. Not that he wanted to keep Derek around any longer than necessary but… well, he had questions. And he didn’t think Derek was going to spill information any other way.

The man didn’t look very impressed as he entered the kitchen. And Stiles would never admit out loud that the Sherrif’s station t-shirt did look good on the man.

He’d never admit that. Ever.

And if Derek ever brought those clothes back, Stiles was so burning them before his dad could wear them again.

 “Stiles, what are you doing?”

“Uh, making breakfast?”

“Why.”

“Because,” Stiles said, adding cheese to the eggs. “Sometimes people need to eat food, Sourwolf. Now, I know you live on protein powder and pushups, but I am a growing boy. And I need to consume three meals a day plus snacks if I want to keep living.”

“So why did you set out two plates?”

Stiles paused with the spatula still in the eggs. He glanced at the man and then shrugged, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Sometimes big bad Alpha werewolves need to eat food too. You know, actual food.”

Derek looked at him with narrowed eyes. But then he sighed and sat down across the counter, and Stiles considered that as a win.

“So,” Stiles said, spooning some eggs onto one of the plates and pushing it over. “Want to tell me why you were naked in my backyard on this fine Saturday morning?”

Derek went red all the way to the tips of his ears. He glared down at the eggs as if they had personally offended him. “No.”

“Come on, dude,” Stiles said. “It’s not every day that I get a naked werewolf on my back lawn.”

The man gave him a venomous glare. Stiles only grinned.

“Throw a guy a bone?”

“Stiles, I’m going rip your throat out.”

“Heard that one before. So, do you normally go running around the town naked when it’s only a… half moon? Crescent moon? I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure we still have a few more weeks until it’s full, dude.”

Derek shoved himself up and Stiles stumbled back. But in a split second, it became clear that Derek was going to make a run for it, not do anything violent. Stiles moved around the counter and caught Derek’s arm before he could leave.

“Okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry. Derek, don’t go, I’m sorry.”

The man looked at him darkly. But he didn’t yank away so Stiles supposed that was something. Carefully, he guided Derek back over to the stool and then moved around the counter again, flipping the stovetop off. 

“I’m just, curious, dude. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.”

“Do you remember how you ended up, uh, out there?”

Derek didn’t answer for a long moment. But just when Stiles didn’t think he was going to get an answer, the man sighed. “I can’t control it yet.”

“... Control what?”

“The full shift.”

Stiles blinked at him. Then he leaned forward and searched Derek’s face, trying to make sure the man across him was really the grumpy-growly werewolf he knew so well. “Full what now?”

“The full shift.”

“Like, complete wolf?”

“Yes, Stiles.”

“Dude!” Stiles shouted. Derek winced and he bit down on his lip, quickly lowering his voice. “Dude. I didn’t know you could do that.”

“It’s new.”

“How new?”

“A few months.”

“And you didn’t tell any of us?” Stiles said. “What about Scott? What about the pups? Dude, do they even realize you get furry some nights?”

Derek glared at him. Stiles chuckled nervously.

“So you’re having trouble.”

“Yes.”

“And you ended up in my backyard because…”

Derek’s brows furrowed and his grimace deepened. Stiles tilted his head as he searched the man’s face.

“Derek, has this happened before?”

“Once or twice.”

“Why?”

“Because,” the man said, and it looked visibly painful for him to be getting the words out. “Because as a wolf, I gravitate toward my anchor and if I can’t control it—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Stiles said. “What about your anchor?”

Derek growled lowly but didn’t say anything else. A slow grin crept across Stiles’s face anyway.

“Derek, is this puny human your anchor?”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

“Hey,” Stiles said because the man looked visibly conflicted. “You know that’s okay, right? I mean, I don’t mind being the thing that tethers your big bad grumpy ass to this good green earth. I mean, I have seen it bare now and it’s very fine… I’m going to stop talking now.”

Derek searched his face quietly. Stiles licked his lips and shrugged.

“I bet I could help too. You know, control the change.”

“You’d do that?”

“Dude,” Stiles said. “I brought your naked wolfy ass inside and made you eggs. Of course, I’d do that.”

Derek’s expression softened a little. Stiles grinned.

“But I’m totally holding this over your head forever. And the next time you’re naked, it better not be because you got lost in my backyard and— well, I’m done talking again.”

A rare smile danced across the man’s lips. Stiles ducked his head and dug into his own breakfast. The rest of the morning was a quiet one and by the time Stiles was letting Derek out the front door (which was also a first for him) the man looked a lot less murderous. 

He hesitated on the front step and Stiles leaned against the doorway, raising a brow.

“Yes, Sourwolf?”

“Thank you, Stiles.”

Apparently, the entire morning was full of surprises. Stiles smiled. “Of course, dude. And you are welcome to come by my house naked anytime.”

Derek looked a little murderous again. But maybe amusedly so? Stiles grinned even wider.

“Though, might I suggest bringing flowers or maybe some chocolate next time? Could your wolfy self do that? Oh my god, dude, I’ll buy a frisbee for the time you come over and we can play fetch.”

“Just for that,” Derek said, turning away. “I am never coming back again.”

“But dude! Fetch!”

Derek ignored him, starting down the driveway. Stiles just laughed, hanging out of the doorway after him.

“Just don’t let my neighbors see! They might start assuming things.”

Stiles had also never been flipped off by Derek Hale before. He decided he might have to make a list of all the surprising things that had happened this morning.

Cause yeah, this was totally Stiles’s life now. 

Yay.

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I had so much fun with this one! Derek not having clothes after wolf form will forever be hilarious. Thank you for the prompt, my friend!

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[when-they-write-stuff]

Prompt list: Angst 15 for Stiles and Fluff 2 for Derek please? :D

No hate at all, I love these prompts! Challenge accepted ;)

“I told you not to fall in love with me.” & “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

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Derek could’ve gone without the introductions when he moved into his new apartment.

It wasn’t like he was an unfriendly person, but he’d been driving all night, unpacking all morning, and all he wanted to do was sleep for twenty-four hours and maybe consume an entire box of pizza rolls. Then, he could deal with his neighbors.

Read: his neighbor. The bright-eyed, slightly spastic teenager who hadn’t stopped trying to talk to him since Derek stepped foot into the building.

It started with the little things.

Like a wifi-password.

See, Derek’s sister had chosen the building. And doing so, she insisted he go with the ‘nice option’ that ‘wouldn’t get him shanked in the middle of the night’ and apparently ‘nice’ counts as having no free wifi and limited hot water, so go figure.

Which means he had to pay for his own internet.

That really didn’t bother Derek, except around day three, he got a notification that he wasn’t the only one using said internet. Someone was piggybacking off his wifi and— while Derek wasn’t an unfriendly person— that annoyed him to the very core.

So he reset his password and kicked the person off. Another two days passed and he was feeling quite pleased with himself.

Until he got another notification.

The user’s name was ‘Hoodie Boy’ and Derek stared at it for a long moment before he realized he knew who Hoodie Boy was. The idiot living next door who never seemed to change clothes.

Derek considered going over to his apartment and giving the kid a piece of his mind. But instead, he just changed his password again and settled down to wait. He made it complicated this time. So much so, he had to write it down on a sticky note to remember. The bright-eyed idiot wasn’t leeching off of his wifi this time.

It only took the kid one day to crack his code. 

Derek had enough.

He wasn’t sure what was going through his head as he pounded on the kid’s door at 2 am on a weeknight, but he was determined to growl some manners into the boy. It only took a few minutes of knocking before he heard the sound a crash, followed by a few choice curse words, and then the door swung open, the ratty-haired red-hoodied kid standing in front of him looking confused.

“Dude, what the hell? It’s the middle of the night!”

“Stop stealing my wifi.”

The kid blinked at him. There were sleep marks indented into one side of his face and his eyes were glassy with exhaustion. Derek felt a pang of guilt before quickly pushing it away. He was here to teach the kid a lesson, dammit. “What?”

“Stop stealing my wifi,” Derek said again. “I don’t know how you keep breaking the code but—”

“Oh my god, that’s yours?”

Derek stared. Then he glared. “Yes.”

“Dude, I thought that belonged to the mean old lady that lives on the floor above mine! She’s always bumping her cane against the floor when I’m trying to take a nap.” the kid blinked at him. “Is your wifi name seriously Der-Bear?”

Derek felt his face go hot. Laura had set it up and he hadn’t been able to figure out how to change the name. “That’s none of your business.”

“It is when I thought that was the name of mean old lady’s cat,” the kid said with a snort. Then he thrust out a hand with a wide grin. “I’m Stiles. I know you’ve been here for a few weeks now, but welcome to the neighborhood, dude!”

Derek didn’t move. He stared at the hand for a long moment and Stiles’s smile faltered, a nervous chuckle leaving his mouth as he lowered it.

“Uh, you’re Derek, right?”

“Stay off my wifi,” was all Derek said as he turned away. He made sure to slam his door as he stalked back into the apartment and he was met with silence for a moment. Then Stiles’s door slammed too and Derek let out a small sigh of relief.

That hadn’t gone like he’d expected. 

He changed his password once more, just to be safe, but he had no doubts he’d scared the wits out of the red hoodied idiot. Derek’s wifi was safe.

He got a notification the next morning. Hoodie Boy was back.

“Dammit!” Derek said, slamming his bowl of cereal onto the table. Milk and bran flakes went sloshing over the edge but he didn’t even care. Grabbing his keys, he stalked out of his apartment again.

Stiles opened the door after only two knocks. The kid was grinning lazily, amber eyes dancing as he took in Derek and the t-shirt and boxers that he wore. 

“Good morning, dear neighbor. Sleep well last night?”

“Get off my wifi!”

“Sharing is caring, Der-Bear,” Stiles said sincerely. But his grin never slipped. “I’m just being a good neighbor and helping you do that.”

“I don’t want to share!”

Stiles tsked and stared to closed his door. Derek shoved his foot in the opening before he could, though, and Stiles’s eyes widened a fraction. He actually looked nervous for a moment. “Look, dude, I’m a college student who can’t afford wifi. Can’t you be a dear and let me on once in a while?”

“No. That’s not my problem.”

“Come on,” Stiles said. “I’m a catch! I’ll even… pay you back for it! Not with money, of course. How about ramen? I make some mean ramen.”

Derek growled. Stiles’s eyes widened even more. 

“... So no ramen then?”

“Get off my wifi,” Derek said, retracting his foot. “Next time, I won’t ask so nicely.”

He turned away and could feel Stiles staring for a moment. But then the boy laughed. “Whatever, Der-Bear, you’re already falling for me, I know it! Try not to drop too hard, dear neighbor, I’m a respectable man!”

Derek slammed his door shut. He could still hear Stiles laughing.

Derek hated this building.

-

Stiles was pretty sure his new neighbor was a giant grump. 

Because one, he’d been elusive since he’d moved into the building, despite Stiles’s wondrously generous attempts to get to know him. Or at least say hello.

And then two, he went on to buy some seriously fast wifi and then denied it to Stiles; his very best friend in the whole wide world. Or at least, they could be best friends, except Derek was a giant grump. 

One who apparently didn’t sleep. And had the worst password codes Stiles had ever seen.

It might help that he could crack just about anything, but Derek was no professional when it came down to things. The man made his first password the numbers 1-10. His second was the numbers 10-1. His third was just a bunch of letters, but Stiles had all the time in the world. And he was persistent.

Then Derek got mad.

See, Stiles probably would’ve given up ages ago. He definitely would’ve given up when Derek knocked at his doors in nothing but boxers, looking like an angry teddy bear with a murderous streak. But then he got a fear boner like he’d never gotten before.

Stiles had yet to address that.

The point was, he couldn’t make himself stop. Seeing Derek get riled up and red in the face made his stomach do some weird things and Stiles thought it was adorable, goddammit. Derek looked like he was about to blow a fuse when he got mad. His angry face was much too similar to Grumpy Cat. 

It was freaking adorable.

So Stiles… well, he did stop the second time Derek came around. 

For a week.

He actually planned on lasting longer than that, but then his professor assigned a twenty-page long paper typed, and the local library closed due to a rat infestation. 

Of course.

Which was how he snuck onto Derek’s wifi at one in the morning, trying desperately to type up a twenty-page paper before Derek woke up the next morning and burst in to strangle him.

But apparently, Derek had an alarm system on his wifi or something.

Because Stiles was only two pages in when there was a hard knock on his door, so loud it made Stiles startle sideways and go spilling off his couch. He hit hard, smacking his elbow on the coffee table, and just laid there for a moment, the entire world spinning.

Derek continued to knock. 

“Oh my god,” Stiles groaned, pushing himself up. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Don’t put a hole in my door, dammit!”

Derek had a shirt on this time, when Stiles yanked his door open. The man’s hair was sticking up in all directions, his boxers were covered in little wolf faces, and he looked downright pissed.

Stiles sighed. “I told you not to fall in love with me. Must we go through this entire thing again?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“That sounds a lot less like a love confession and a lot more like a murder threat, big guy. My dad’s a sheriff, you know. And he’s scarily protective of his only son.”

“Stiles,” Derek said, shoving by and barging into his room. Stiles squeaked in surprise and stumbled out of the way, watching the giant angry man stalk around his apartment. And suddenly, he was a little nervous. Because what if Derek did come here to kill him?

“Uh, dude?” Stiles said, voice a little squeaky. “I was just trying to write a paper. There’s no need for violence, alright?”

Derek turned around to face him. “A paper.”

“... Yes.”

“You expect me to believe you’re pirating my wifi for a paper.”

“Excuse me!” Stiles said, shoving himself forward and jabbing a finger into Derek’s well-formed chest (bad thoughts, brain, stop it with the fear boners). “I was going to wait longer before making a pirating attempt, but then my jerk off a professor decided twenty pages was an appropriate number for a paper on the male circumcision. I didn’t ask for this!”

“The male… what?”

“Exactly what I said!” Stiles shouted. “Do you think I want to be up at one in the morning attempting to write a paper? I was trying to finish before you came in to murder me!”

“I wasn’t— I wasn’t going to murder you.”

“Do you even listen to yourself talk?”

Derek looked a little offended, a lot confused, and a tiny bit constipated as he hesitated for a moment. “You just using it to write a paper.”

“Broke college kid, dude! Do you think I wanted to live in this crappy apartment building? My dad won’t let me live off-campus unless it’s somewhere ‘safe’ and apparently safe means no wifi and limited hot water.”

Derek flinched. Suddenly, Stiles felt a little bad, deflating into himself. He sighed.

“The nearby library was closed and I didn’t want to go all the way across the city to reach the other one. But I’ll get off dude. No need to kill me or anything.”

Derek stared at him for a moment. Then he dropped his eyes, plodding toward the door. “No, it’s fine. Finish your paper.”

Stiles blinked in shock. “What?”

“Finish your paper,” Derek said again, looking a lot less like an angry teddy bear and more like… well, an actual teddy bear. If not still a little red-faced. “It’s fine.”

Stiles didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded dumbly. Derek started to turn away, but then he glanced back and the murder-brows had returned once more. “And I’m not in love with you.”

“Sure, dude,” Stiles said with a scoff. “I’m sure you barge into everyone’s apartment at one in the morning in your little wolfy boxers.”

Derek’s face turned a shade of even brighter red. But this time, it didn’t seem to be because of anger.

Stiles thought that was even more of a turn-on than his fear boner (shut up, lower regions).

For the first time since they’d met, Derek didn’t slam his door when he went back into his apartment. Stiles didn’t slam his either, leaning against it for a moment. Then he shook his head, laughing softly to himself.

“What a Sourwolf.”

He finished his paper that night and conveniently forgot to get off of Derek’s wifi the next morning. If only for the visit he got the night after that.

And the one after that too.

-

Old lady Agnes thought the young man that lived below her was the most annoying young man to ever walk the earth.

He played his music too loud, he always burned his ramen, and he was up at ungodly hours annoying the crap out his neighbors. She’d been plagued by the sound of slamming doors for months now, and she couldn’t tell if it was a game of his, an actual rivalry on the lower floor, or some kind of millennial fetish.

The point is, she could hear everything. From the door slamming, to the rough thuds that sounded oddly like… furniture being thrown, to the screaming matches.

Tonight just so happened to be another one.

“I was just making ramen, Derek, I didn’t mean to trigger the fire sprinklers! Put your shirt goddamn back on!”

“I’m soaked, Stiles, give me something to wear!”

“No, because then you’ll never give my clothes back, asshole. I’m not giving you shit!”

“Dammit, Stiles, sharing is caring. Give me the hoodie!”

“No, it’s my favorite hoodie!”

Agnes sighed and reached for her cat, scratching wrinkled fingers through Grumpy Cat’s fur as the two below her floor continued to scream.

Sometimes, she hated this building.

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This one kind of got away from me and I hope it worked with the prompts alright XD Once I started, I couldn’t stop. Thanks of much for the prompt!

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