Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Midnight Wolf vs. Abombinal Snowman

Midnight Wolf vs. Abominable Snowman by KuriKuri
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"Wow, that's really good," a voice says, interrupting Derek's thought process and shattering his concentration.

He ignores whoever has the nerve to disturb him while he's hard at work drawing rough drafts of next month's issue. Normally he'd be working in the comfortable silence of his apartment, but his air conditioner broke yesterday, so he's been forced to move to the coffee shop down the street. It's already starting to grate on his nerves. There are far too many people milling about loudly and the drink prices are just outrageous. To put it simply, he's really not in the mood to deal with people, much less someone who's gone out of their way to disturb him.

"I have to say, you've got Derek Hale's style down," the man continues, and Derek hears a thump that sounds suspiciously like a heavy backpack being set down next to the table. "That's the best Midnight Wolf fanart I've ever seen. I can't even imagine how amazing it's going to look when you're finished with the actual line art."

"Can you just leave?" Derek snaps, finally tearing his eyes away from his work long enough to glare at the man (teenager?) who's decided to make himself at home in the chair across the table from him.

"Dude, do you see any other options here? The place is packed," the guy replies, raising one eyebrow at him.

Derek manages to tear his eyes away from the stranger's face just long enough to actually glance around the coffee shop to find that, unfortunately, the guy is right. There's not a seat in sight and there's already a couple of people milling around near the drink pickup area, looking around the room awkwardly as they try to figure out where to sit.

"I'm working," Derek says, turning his eyes back to the stranger, still glaring slightly, not that it seems to bother the guy much.

"I can see that," the guy replies, still looking remarkably (or annoyingly, maybe) unimpressed. "If you consider fanart work - which I do, by the way."

Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It's not fanart, but he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who's already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn't need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.

"I'm Stiles, by the way," the guy continues cheerily, extending a hand for Derek to shake.

He glares at it for a moment before ignoring it entirely, although in his peripheral vision he catches the way Stiles' smile slowly slips off his face, making him feel just a little bit guilty about his blatant rudeness.

"Great talk," Stiles mutters, ducking his head and fiddling with his coffee cup, probably not meaning for Derek to have caught those softly spoken words.

Derek just continues sketching out the confrontation between Lanna and Katie, trying to get back into the zone he'd been so abruptly pulled out of. He hears Stiles shuffling around on the other side of the table and soon enough the other man has a laptop out. Stiles taps his fingers idly against the table as he waits for it to boot up, and it's already getting on Derek's nerves. He's about to make another harshly worded comment, but as he looks up, his words die in his throat. Stiles looks remarkably dejected and Derek suddenly feels a pang of guilt about how much of an asshole he's being.

"Sorry," Derek says after a moment, startling Stiles and making him blink over at Derek with big, brown bambi eyes, the sort of which should really be illegal. "I've just had a long day. Normally I draw at home, but my air conditioning broke, so..."

"Nah, it's okay, I get it. Apology accepted," Stiles replies, a small spreading across his pink lips. "I know I can be kind of annoying sometimes, especially when it comes to Midnight Wolf."