stiles is fuming. livid, furious, angry, mad, and every other word under the sun that means he’s about to rip derek’s intestines out with his bare fists. he’s so angry that the violent and very gross thought doesn’t even make him pauses as he storms up the newly redone steps of the hale house.

he doesn’t even knock, just bursts in. “derek!”

derek’s head pops from around the door frame to the kitchen, eyebrows almost comically high. “what?”

“of all the stupid, stubborn, pig headed, annoying things you’ve done, i think you’ve finally managed to outdo yourself for once!”

derek still looks confused, stepping into the entry way where stiles is, but keeping his distance, “what’s your problem now?”

stiles looks like he’s considering impaling derek on the sharpest object necessary so the werewolf takes a step back without realizing it. “jeremy! you actually attempted to threaten jeremy!”

oh. derek shrugs and lifts an eyebrow, “so?”

stiles stalks forwards, pressing a finger into derek’s chest, “you don’t get to threaten him away from me! you don’t have the right! even if you hadn’t broken up with me, you still wouldn’t have the right!”

derek rubs the spot on his chest, watching stiles storm off, “shit.”