[ i'm not slamming doors, derek claims, and stiles whips his head up and wordlessly makes a sharp gesture toward the gym with one hand, his eyebrows arching high. he keeps his mouth shut, though, and he sighs, but even that's drowned out by derek's exaggerated, dramatic exhale. stiles presses his lips together and sorts the last page or two of his notes before he starts to stack them in opposite directions so he can take them back to the coffee table.
derek walks away and stiles lets him, assuming he's just - separating himself form the situation so he can cool down. he - honestly doesn't want to finish updating anything now that derek's kind of ripped into him about having the hard copy out, feeling guilty about even though in the back of his mind he knows he shouldn't be - because he wasn't doing anything wrong. he walked away for ten seconds, and though it's a relatively nice day out - half of the reason he had the door open to begin with - there's no way he could have predicted that a gust of wind would come blowing through and send everything scattering. and nothing happened - nothing was lost or compromised.
derek slams another door. stiles pulls in a deep breath, standing hunched over the coffee table. he glances up again just in time for derek's very sarcastic cool, awesome, and just stares at him. he can almost feel it coming, like derek's fist thumping against his tight sends out a wave of tension even stiles can feel. he closes his laptop, then straightens up slowly.
it... stings, a little, if stiles is honest. the overdramatic commentary about the milk being left out is one thing, because derek is definitely being dramatic even if he doesn't realize that the milk's only been out for less than two minutes, but. the heavy sarcasm that implies everything that comes out of his mouth is actually the opposite of how he feels - that kind of hurts. i love dating someone i have to fucking pick up after.
stiles is... not a terribly messy person. yes, he leaves things out sometimes, and sure, he sometimes forgets to pick up his dirty clothes from the bathroom after he showers until way later, and sometimes he can put away a lot of junk food in one sitting. but if derek is this pissed about stiles leaving the milk carton out for less than five minutes so he could stop his notes from flying out the window into the street like derek is so fucking concerned about - then what else does he hate about stiles? what else has he been keeping bottled up inside?
stiles doesn't really get a whole lot of time to dwell on it, which is probably a good thing, before derek really starts in on him. he stands there with his out-of-date notes in his hands and he just - takes it. all of it. he stands there and he watches derek be a complete and total massive dick, demonstrating how to put milk away as if stiles is some kind of child. he stands there and he listens to his sarcasm, and he feels this heat start to build in his chest. his jaw hurts from how hard he's clenching his teeth, and his eyes burn a little at the back.
he snaps. not anywhere near as badly as derek snapped at him, but this is - not fair. he snaps, his tone sharp and cutting, his movements kind of jerky and tense when he gestures with his hands. ]
The milk was out for less than two minutes, all right? My notes blew everywhere and I put it down so I could stop them from - blowing out the frickin window and - out into the street, like you were so concerned about two seconds ago. I was going to put it away as soon as I picked everything up - which would have happened a little sooner if you weren't slamming doors.
[ stiles stalks around the coffee table, intending to go and put the hard copy of his notes away, but he stops and turns to look at derek again, tossing his hands up a little. ]
And [ he points. ] And. Professor Xavier wouldn't invite you to his school because you can put milk away. Everybody can do that, Derek, even me when you're not jumping down my throat. If anything, he'd invite you to fill the role of asshole and beast - oh wait, that's what Logan and Hank are there for. Sorry, guess you gotta learn a new trick.
[ probably - not the best idea to goad derek on right now, but stiles is annoyed and still kind of mildly hurt over derek's sarcasm and hating having to pick up after him, so. eat shit, you dick.
stiles holds his stare for a beat, and then turns and starts to walk off to put his papers away. ]
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derek walks away and stiles lets him, assuming he's just - separating himself form the situation so he can cool down. he - honestly doesn't want to finish updating anything now that derek's kind of ripped into him about having the hard copy out, feeling guilty about even though in the back of his mind he knows he shouldn't be - because he wasn't doing anything wrong. he walked away for ten seconds, and though it's a relatively nice day out - half of the reason he had the door open to begin with - there's no way he could have predicted that a gust of wind would come blowing through and send everything scattering. and nothing happened - nothing was lost or compromised.
derek slams another door. stiles pulls in a deep breath, standing hunched over the coffee table. he glances up again just in time for derek's very sarcastic cool, awesome, and just stares at him. he can almost feel it coming, like derek's fist thumping against his tight sends out a wave of tension even stiles can feel. he closes his laptop, then straightens up slowly.
it... stings, a little, if stiles is honest. the overdramatic commentary about the milk being left out is one thing, because derek is definitely being dramatic even if he doesn't realize that the milk's only been out for less than two minutes, but. the heavy sarcasm that implies everything that comes out of his mouth is actually the opposite of how he feels - that kind of hurts. i love dating someone i have to fucking pick up after.
stiles is... not a terribly messy person. yes, he leaves things out sometimes, and sure, he sometimes forgets to pick up his dirty clothes from the bathroom after he showers until way later, and sometimes he can put away a lot of junk food in one sitting. but if derek is this pissed about stiles leaving the milk carton out for less than five minutes so he could stop his notes from flying out the window into the street like derek is so fucking concerned about - then what else does he hate about stiles? what else has he been keeping bottled up inside?
stiles doesn't really get a whole lot of time to dwell on it, which is probably a good thing, before derek really starts in on him. he stands there with his out-of-date notes in his hands and he just - takes it. all of it. he stands there and he watches derek be a complete and total massive dick, demonstrating how to put milk away as if stiles is some kind of child. he stands there and he listens to his sarcasm, and he feels this heat start to build in his chest. his jaw hurts from how hard he's clenching his teeth, and his eyes burn a little at the back.
he snaps. not anywhere near as badly as derek snapped at him, but this is - not fair. he snaps, his tone sharp and cutting, his movements kind of jerky and tense when he gestures with his hands. ]
The milk was out for less than two minutes, all right? My notes blew everywhere and I put it down so I could stop them from - blowing out the frickin window and - out into the street, like you were so concerned about two seconds ago. I was going to put it away as soon as I picked everything up - which would have happened a little sooner if you weren't slamming doors.
[ stiles stalks around the coffee table, intending to go and put the hard copy of his notes away, but he stops and turns to look at derek again, tossing his hands up a little. ]
And [ he points. ] And. Professor Xavier wouldn't invite you to his school because you can put milk away. Everybody can do that, Derek, even me when you're not jumping down my throat. If anything, he'd invite you to fill the role of asshole and beast - oh wait, that's what Logan and Hank are there for. Sorry, guess you gotta learn a new trick.
[ probably - not the best idea to goad derek on right now, but stiles is annoyed and still kind of mildly hurt over derek's sarcasm and hating having to pick up after him, so. eat shit, you dick.
stiles holds his stare for a beat, and then turns and starts to walk off to put his papers away. ]