24 3 / 2014
This was supposed to be crack, but apparently I can’t write crack, so have some talk of butts with a large helping of feels.
Okay, so it’s not like Stiles purposefully goes looking for this shit. Except that, yeah, he totally goes looking for it. He’s always been wired… differently, and ever since the Nogitsune clusterfuck ended he’s been suffering through the worst case of insomnia in recorded history.
He has to keep his brain busy, or else he’ll go crazy. Again. And at four AM on a school night ‘keeping busy’ basically just devolves into trolling youtube for funny videos of cats, and buying random crap on society6 and etsy because he got bored sifting through the mediocrity he was finding on Amazon. If Stiles is going to buy stuff he doesn’t need just because he can’t sleep, it’s at least going to be something handmade. And possibly having to do with robot dinosaurs wielding lightsabers. He has standards.
When he comes across this particular hand-embroidered throw pillow, he doesn’t even think about it, just clicks “buy,” and then opens a new tab to google if cross-stitch porn is a thing.
24 3 / 2014
Written for Arny, because it was his idea and I love him.
This was hell.
Derek was walking around Beacon Hills Mall and had been for hours. Lydia and Allison had their gifts and he STILL couldn’t find anything.
“What about a tie?” Allison asked, running her hands over a silk tie as they walked through one of the stores.
Derek shook his head.
“No.” he grumped.
He was mad. Mad at himself that he couldn’t find a birthday present for Stiles. He knew Stiles. He knew him really well and yet he STILL couldn’t figure out what to get him. He had bought a baseball cap, at Lydia’s insistence. She said he ‘would definitely like it, since he loved to wear them’.
Derek had seen him wear one once…maybe. But Lydia was not to be denied.
“I think your expectations here are just too high Derek. You’re never going to find the perfect gift.” Lydia said as she walked next to him, heels clicking and hair bouncing.
Derek stopped, eyes wide.
“Derek what is it?” Allison said, when she noticed he’d stopped.
“I know what to get him.”