Teen Wolf/Sterek
Stiles made a whistling noise, his cupped hands falling into his lap like a bomb. It exploded as spectacularly as Derek’s plan would.
“You have a better idea?” Asked Derek, eyebrows folding into a fierce but completely human V of anger towards Stiles.
“Yuh, pretty much any idea is better than that. Do you think? Like, at all or do you just… Angry your way through every time?” Stiles made some appropriate facial expressions to drive his point home.
Stiles turned in his chair, ignoring Scott’s worried expression and Derek’s growing anger.
“It’s like your The Hulk and I’m Iron Man!”
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The atmosphere had switched suddenly and Stiles was uncertain as to what had caused it. Maybe they were thinking about his brilliant simile. Hopefully they were thinking about better solutions to their current predicament.
Derek’s rage had turned to surprise, jaw dropping shock. Stiles started to question his own brilliance as it was slowly replaced with a menacing grin. Derek stalked forward like he was... an apex predator and Stiles was a rather mouthy teen who had maybe gone just a bit too far.
Derek leant over Stiles in his chair, “And why don’t you remind us how that goes?”