oops by FunkyRacoon
“Oh yeah, Stiles is a pretty funny guy-“
“Wait, wait, Stiles? ”
Scott gets a confused look on his face, “Yeah?”
“Stiles as in like, brown hair and moles Stiles? Stiles that drives a blue Jeep? That Stiles ?” Derek describes the man.
“Yeah-how did? Have you two already met?” Scott looks truly confused now.”
“Well shit.” Derek leans back in his seat, realization hitting his face as a smirk curls into his lips.
Stiles walks into the café right after that, like he’s been summoned from another world and was there to answer the call. He looked...well to put it short, he looked like he just crawled out of bed after getting fucked within an inch of his life. The man smiles, completely ignoring the fact that Deaton and Derek are seated right across from him when he slides in right next to Scott.
He’s like an untamable hurricane running through the café, only to come to a rest when he’s seated but even then his body is moving and thrumming with so much energy. Derek feels out of control in that moment, seeing Stiles like this. The man hadn’t even tried to cover up the hickies, change his shirt or fix his hair. And then Scott’s nostrils flare as he gets a whiff of Stiles’s scent, the man’s face goes from shocked to anger in under a few seconds. The other werewolf whips his head so fast towards Derek he wonders if he broke a bone or two. Scott flashes red eyes and snarls like the start of an engine at Derek.
“ You- “ Scott starts but is cut off when Stiles hits his shoulder.
“Oops.” Derek smirks while Scott glares at him like if he tries hard enough he can set Derek on fire.
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