they literally butted heads

Stiles:  Derek put me down!

Derek:   How about no?

Stiles: Derek! For the love of— put me down now, or I swear I’m going to end you! To your end!

Derek:   I turn my back for five minutes and you manage to get yourself possessed by a Japanese fox demon and mated to a coyote. Don’t think I’m letting you out of my sight any time soon.

Stiles:  DEREK!!!

theperceivingfate a demandé:

"Are you even listening to yourself?" {{ Also, Dethklok yesssss, very brutal taste! Started jamming out so hard out, dude. Be my friend, hahah }}

All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

          lips curled, non-existent brows furrowed as teeth clenched. The damn Magician had managed to get under his skin with the tone he took on.
     "Damn loud and clear.” 

     “You wanna say something, then spit it out. Don’t just fucking look at me like I’m out of my damn mind and don’t talk to me that way, bastard!“ 
          The distance between Hawkins and Kid became smaller and small as he took a step closer to the male with each word that left his lips, nearly butting heads– literally. His mechanical hand balled up, preparing– in case he had to teach the bastard a lesson or two if he managed to irk him further.