Teen Wolf Stuff!

Cereal Killer? (Sterek?)

Hey! Hey! Hey! How are you all doing? Good? That's great! Bad? That's not so great *attempts to send happy vibes*! Honestly so so done with everything and sleepy but staying awake 'cause #fangirl/boy problems? Same to be honest!
Anyway...this oneshot...I don't even know...I wrote it at two am....the prompt is from another wattpad author who writes a prompt book but I've lost track of prompt books...

Prompt: Who wouldn't be angry! You ate all my cereal and faked death for three years!
Who wouldn't be angry!? You ate all my cereal then pretended to be dead for three years!

Stiles remembers the day Derek was found dead.
It was the day he discovered that the seven boxes of cereal he had bought were gone.
He had been so so so so angry.
Furious in fact.
He still was to be honest.
He had clearly stated the day before that he had bought cereal for HIMSELF and no one else but the moment he went downstairs for breakfast ALL the cereal was gone.
Even the packets.
He had gone through his day in a foul mood, kindling the flame of his anger until it became a roaring fire.
Perhaps it was this anger that he still carried with him that had stopped his heart breaking when he got a solemn call from his father to say they had found Derek's body in the side of the road with no pulse.
Perhaps it was this rage that had stopped any semblance of tears from falling when he gave his speech at the funeral. Perhaps it was this fury that let him carry on in life without his boyfriend (and cereal).
Perhaps it was this loathing that made him grimace at the mere mention of the name Derek, a gesture his friends took as a sign of remorse and heartbreak.
It was however this constant reminder of his loved one that caused him to still dangerously in the middle of talking with Scott.
He had just spotted a familiar face and when said face turned around and exposed said face's butt, he knew.
He hadn't forgotten that shapely booty in the three years it had been buried underground.
That's right, stood right there talking to some girl was Derek Hale.
"Stiles...?" questioned Scott looking back at him.
"That bastard!" Stiles hissed with venom because in the mans hand was the offending item.
A box of f***ing cereal.
With anger blazing in his soul Stiles took slow and determined steps towards Derek and slowly placed a shaking hand on his shoulder.
Derek looked around in surprise and wide eyed muttered a quiet "oh!"
A snarl ripped from Stiles's throat as he slapped Derek.
Hard!.
"You Absolute Pond Scum!" He screamed in fury.
"My cereal! My f***ing cereal! How Could You! You Bastard!"
For a moment confusion settled on Derek's face then realisation, fear and eventually after a second realisation, slight irritation.
"I was 'dead' for three years and that's what bothers you!?" he exclaims in disbelief.
Stiles's eye twitched "OBVIOUSLY! I cared for that bloomin cereal you evil sourmutt!"
Derek looked vaguely insulted by that.
Stiles grabbed the cereal out of Derek's hand, turned and walked away, only looking back to mutter darkly "You better frikin' propose after this!"

Woopeedooo you've reached the end of the madness above. I repeat: I wrote this at some unnatural hour of the morning (so unnatural you could almost say it was...supernatural!). Byedeebye for now!