redhoodedwolf:

Based off of this photo and post by @teamfreewill- which reads: ok but imagine Scott’s having a party at his house and Derek randomly decides to show up in his wolf form. some people freak out, some just completely ignore it thinking it’s just Scott’s weird ass dog. Stiles immediately knows who it is and just collapses in the middle of the floor, patting and rubbing at Derek’s fur.

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There’s a dude just sitting on the floor, petting the giant dog that had just walked in. The majority of the crowd of party-goers had made a wide path for the dog to pass through, as that thing was monstrously sized, though skinny with short fur, and admittedly a tad scary looking. The guy hadn’t shied away, though. In fact, he’d stopped mid-conversation to plop down onto the hard floor, a wide and joyful grin on his face, and pull the dog into a hug.

Kevin doesn’t like to judge. Honest. He’s one of the most accepting souls on the planet, and he would never dislike anyone for how they look or the things they do that seem weird to him, because he doesn’t know people’s lives! So it wouldn’t be cool for someone to judge him just because he bought adult light-up sneakers (which are fucking awesome), so he won’t judge people for their quirks either. 

It’s just. Kevin had seen this dude before. He’d had a couple classes with him over the four semesters he’d been at college, so they probably had similar majors. His name he couldn’t quite recall, something different. But he came off to Kevin as someone who was very smart and sociable, stopping after class to speak to the professor, chatting and laughing with friends and fellow students. He was one of those people that others could gravitate towards, and he would be accepting of your comment or joke no matter who you were. Kevin had liked him, as much as he could like any fellow classmate whose name escaped him. 

He never pegged the guy for being socially anxious, though. He was the type of person who would thrive at a party like this, where the music was thumping; it wasn’t too wind and crazy, but there was enough people and things going on that he could be occupied the entire night. Kevin, on the other hand, wasn’t the biggest fan of parties. He could have done without this one. But Scott, his lab partner, had invited him, and it had seemed rude to say no to the guy. He’d looked so earnest and excited to be throwing his first college party. So Kevin had said yes, knowing he could at least last an hour or two before turning in for the night. 

It honestly should be him sitting on the laminate wooden floor smothering the large, black-furred dog in hugs. But it was not. 

“I didn’t think you’d come out and join us, sourwolf!” the guy said to the dog, fingers going straight behind the ears and scratching there. A red solo cup was dropped between his crossed legs, and the dog leaned down to sniff it.

The dog sneezed into the cup, nose scrunched up in distaste, and the guy groaned, “Dude! Now I have to get another one!”

The dog woofed, a low, deep noise, and the guy rolled his eyes, ministrations never ceasing. So he must not have been that annoyed. 

“That was only my second cup. I know how to control myself.” The dog stared at the man, unmoving, for a few seconds. The low lighting of the room made it a little difficult to see, but it almost looked like the dog was unimpressed by the man. “Now,” the guy added with a sigh. “I know how to control myself now.” 

The dog huffed before nuzzling its nose under the guy’s chin, and the man became all-smiles once again, wrapping his arms around the large dog’s neck and squeezing it in a hug. 

“Aw, Derek came out of his hiding spot!”

Kevin whipped around to see Scott saddling up next to him. The man had a grin on his face, hair slightly matted down with sweat, most likely from all the dancing Kevin had seen him doing earlier. He also had a red solo cup in his hand, and he used it to gesture when he spoke. 

“Is Derek…the dog?” Kevin guessed, knowing that the guy’s name was not normal enough to be ‘Derek’, so it couldn’t be him.

The dog looked over at him then, most likely recognizing his name, though the way the tufts of gray fur over his eyes that mirrored eyebrows lowered, it looked like he was getting glared at. The dog had piercing eyes, Kevin realized. They reflected the blue lights of the disco ball hung from the ceiling for a second, sending a shiver down Kevin’s spine. 

Scott beside him started laughing. The guy next to Derek stole the dog’s attention once again, trailing his dull nails down Derek’s flank, murmuring something softly to the dog that Kevin could not hear. Derek turned back to the guy with another huff, but preened, leaning into the petting. They guy landed a kiss on Derek’s nose, and Derek licked at his face in retaliation.

“Yes,” Scott finally choked out between laughs. “The dog is Derek. With Stiles.”

That’s the name! Stiles!

“Is Derek yours?” Kevin asked, watching as Derek leaned his giant weight onto Stiles, and Stiles caught him in his lap, soiled beer cup crushed beneath his heavy weight. 

For some reason, that had Scott laughing again. “Nah,” he eventually said, watching the scene with fondness on his face. “Nah, he’s mostly Stiles’.”