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When Derek jumps through the window, he expects to find Stiles on his desk, immersed on some research he was doing on the computer with his face a little too close to the screen where the light highlights his lips, nose, cheeks and eyes.
Instead, he finds Stiles with piles of clothes on his feet, standing at his mirror with his back to Derek and not even realizing he’s there. He is currently holding a red v-neck on his chest while his other hand holds a fitted black shirt on the side.
He stares for a few moments, watching Stiles switch between the clothing.
“Having a teen crisis?” And of course, Stiles flails and sputters at Derek’s appearance; it never fails to leave a smirk on his face.
“Knocking is a thing! A thing that is meant to be used! Jesus…” He drops the shirts on the a pile of clothing, a mix of pants, shirts, and plaid. “You’re gonna make me paranoid to come into my room, probably have to start dressing up in the bathroom after a shower” he huffs out
“I’m sure all of your admirers would cry at never being able to peep at you again”
Stiles flips him the bird. “Any reason why you’re here? A new creature of the week? Hunters? A curse? Man, kinda sucks the list can just keep on going instead of stopping at two. If it weren’t for the ADHD I’ll probably be insane by now.” He walks past Derek, sits at his chair and starts up the computer, ready for whatever to do whatever came for.
“Why were you raiding your closet? Finally got tired of the old plaid and khaki jeans? Isn’t that part of the ‘Stilinski Charm’.”
“I’ll have you know it’s my brain and my dashing good looks that makes the Stilinski Charm. Even when people think it’s not working, it’s working. That is how it gets ya. I’m irresistible, baby.” He turns and smirks at Derek.
“I’m sure the ladies love your cheeto breath.” He looks around the room, taking in all the posters of star wars, middle earth, marvel, DC, and an array of video games.
“To answer your question, I was gonna go out and find a date. It’s getting kinda lonely know that every is paired off. Lydia and Jackson, Scott and Kira, Allison and Isaac, Erica and Boyd, even Peter seems to have a lady on the side we don’t really know much off. Meanwhile I’m over here wasting my teen years away very single and very virginal. It’s a crime to waste life like this.”
Derek is sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at him for a few unwavering minutes. It makes Stiles feel a bit twitchy at the silent judgement. He makes sure to stare anywhere but him.
“I know I’m not a great catch. My dad says I got a few more years of growing until I’m 21 where everyone be left aghast at how handsome I would become and all that but I want to experience it now and not feel like such a loser that everyone thinks.”
He is squirming in his seat, embarrassed with the confession and heart pounding just a bit over normal. He began feeling comfortable talking to Derek after all of the life and death scenarios they saved each other from, but sometimes it just felt odd being familiar with the wolf around other pack members and instead of one on one. Derek always listened and commented here and there but never said anything about himself all those times they were alone in the loft, but he’ll take what he can get from the alpha of many words.
“You don’t just go out and find a date on date night, Stiles.”
“I know, I know, but I was kinda hoping to just bump into someone and have an instant connection. Should’ve known it would take me a miracle to find a date.” He ends with a mumble.
Derek lets out a deep breath, as if annoyed at Stiles self deprecation.
“I came for research about Harpies. I found a nest on my run deep in the preserve. Looks like it’s just a Harpy for now so I would like to get rid of it before more come.”
“Research! I’m your go to man. I hope they’re like the easy ones who just have like wings and talon for feet and none of that hypnotizing bull that some variations have. Do they have a beaks? Maybe they can shapeshift like you guys, like they have to blend in somehow, right? Omg what if they got like magic or something that makes some kind of veil to the mundane. Dude that would suck because then I-Oh here we go! Harpies.” Stiles pulls up the files he has on them. Thank druids and their ability to stay with up to date with the modern technology of pdfs. He prints out a copy for Derek.
“Looks like you are dealing with some basic Harpy here. Probably a newborn if it doesn’t have a flock yet, easy to handle. Says good old fashion brute strength can take it out, or burn some mistletoe so the smoke can make them disoriented. Why is that the answer to like everything. Like someone must have pissed off some god to make a one trick solution for almost all supernaturals.”
Derek promptly takes the paper. “Thanks. Don’t go out tonight.”
Before Stiles can respond, Derek was already gone. He mutters under his breath, some gibberish about stupid wolves and their ungodly hotness that can give them a date whenever they want. He absolutely does not listen to Derek Hale.
He totally did and researched everything he can about Harpies in case a certain werewolf somehow fucked up and needed help at the last minute.