"You uh," Derek coughed, rubbing the back of his head in an awkward gesture. "You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. It was mostly meant as like a romantic gesture I suppose, but it’s kind of weird and outdated, now that I really think about it," he winced, and Stiles pulled the jacket…
Oh yes! I enjoy thinking about Derek and Stiles moving in together years down the road, Derek out of the loft and Stiles out of his first post-college apartment. They rent a cute little house with a two car garage and a shed out back with a lawnmower in it. Stiles has a job (let’s make him a deputy, because I like him being a deputy) and Derek volunteers a lot at different places but doesn’t have a job job. Anyway, they move in to this rented house, all Stiles’ stuff that’s, like, cheap single dude purchases and hand-me-downs from his dad, and all of Derek’s stuff that he’s found on the curb over the years. They buy a good bed, a nice big new bed, and that’s it.
One day Derek’s making his morning smoothie and he realizes all their knives kind of suck, a mis-matched jumble with warped wooden handles, and most of the tips are broken off and Derek is 99% sure the big one is the same one Stiles once used to stab a succubus in the face. He spends the morning online looking up knives and reading reviews and stuff, and he’s about to order a whole set off Amazon when he reads something about “handle heft” and he realizes he probably needs to hold a knife in his hand before he buys it, handle heft is obviously important, so he deletes the knives from his cart and wanders over to the mall, and finds himself in Williams-Sonoma.
Can u believe there are plants that are illegal
Can you believe there is love that is illegal