Teen Wolf one-shots

Love in the Loft

Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski were madly in love. 

Derek Hale is the strong silent type who loves the clean tidy loft he lives in but when love struck him he just had to strike on Stiles Stilinski, the loudest and messiest teenage on planet earth. 

Derek loves Stiles, but he doesn't love Stiles' mess. 

The ADHD fuelled boy runs around like a headless chicken most of the time, but that doesn't bother Derek as much as the clothes Stiles throws around. 

Stiles was sprawled on the floor with his laptop in front of him, with papers and books surrounding him. Derek assumed he was finding new things about the supernatural in case he ever need it. Stiles always found things that even Peter wouldn't know.

"Stiles I would much appreciate it if you pick your clothes up off the floor if you don't want to go upstairs there's a washing machine down the hall it's not that hard to do." Derek said, slightly annoyed, picking up stiles' discarded clothe yet again. 

"Yeah, yeah, maybe later I'm busy." Stiles full attention was on his laptop and whatever he was researching. 

"Stiles, at least look at me when you lie to me." Derek stood in front of him holding a basket full of his clothes, looking pissed.

"Look, Derek I'm really busy trying to find good ways to stop you werewolves from dying, so whatever it is, can we just talk later?" Stiles looked up to a pissed off Derek and almost instantly looked back down, getting lost in his research.

Derek walked away. "I can't believe I fell in love with you. I could have found someone who actually listens to me." Derek raised his voice at the end. 

Derek continued picking up stiles clothes and then went to wash them. After washing and drying stiles clothes, Derek went straight up to his room. It was late and Derek got in the shower, grabbing a clean pair of joggers and his phone. 

Derek got in his bathroom and turned the shower on. While he waited, Derek went on his phone and turned on some music very loud music and locked the door. Derek never locked the door because Stiles would usually join him in the shower, but Derek was pissed at him. 

After enjoying his hot shower, Derek put on his joggers and left the bathroom, stopping when he saw Stiles on the bed staring right at him. 

"Good shower?" Stiles asked. "Great shower, thanks." Derek ignored the look on Stiles' face and turned to dry his hair in the mirror.

"You locked the door." Stiles sounded hurt, but Derek was too pissed to care. "Yeah, I know." Derek replied simply.

Derek finished drying his hair and got in bed, turning to the side. "Derek? Aren't you going to look at me?" Stiles wined, trying to get Derek's attention. 

"Stiles I'm exhausted, I just want to sleep okay?" Derek got himself comfortable and drifted off to sleep. 

Derek woke up a couple of times in the night because Stiles kept kicking him, and in the end, Derek got up and slept on the couch downstairs. 

When morning rolled around, Derek felt sore and like he hadn't slept for days. Derek got up and instantly went for coffee. When he was drinking his second coffee, stiles walked downstairs looking well rested and joined Derek with his own cup of coffee.

Stiles took a seat next to Derek, and he heard a deep growl come from the alpha. "Are you good? What's with the growl?" Stiles asked like he hadn't spent the night kicking Derek. 

"Don't start." Derek growled. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you." Stiles looked confused, which pissed Derek off even more. 

"What did I do?" Stiles sounded more hurt than last night. "Stiles, what haven't you done? You kick me all night, you leave all your clothes on the floor for me to pick up, you sit on your laptop all day every day and ignore me. God forbid, when I want some alone time I get shouted at and called selfish, and you stop talking to me until I buy you food and apologize for nothing reasonable but wanting to sit silently and read a book." Derek had got up and was pacing the kitchen.