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Stiles is the first of the five to receive and open the crimson card at the pack meeting, the rest just stare at it in agony. However they all grew balls and opened the deathly note to find an invitation of sincerity. The sincerity is obviously being Lydia’s cruel sarcasm…
Lydia’s Secret Santa Claws
Date: December 21st
Time: 6:30
Place: My Place (Beacon Hills Country Club, 307 Stone Ridge Drive.)
- Everyone is coming NO EXCEPTIONS. There’s also a price range from $20-$50
- So considering we’re all couples now thanks to Stiles and Derek finally growing a pair, no couples are going to be partnered together.
RULES:
Since it’s the season of giving we’re going to set up some rules, whoever breaks them must donate one dollar to our charity jar, the one who donates the most must also spot a ten in and can choose the charity. The following rules apply to everyone.
1 – No breaking, spilling or damaging anything.
2 – No glowing eyes, glaring of the teeth, or sight of claws.
3 – No fighting or tormenting. We’re a family/pack not a cult.
4 – No arguing with me.
5 – Everyone is required to bring two dishes. One desert and one side dish, so please prepare for some major eating.
6 – If I choose to enact a new rule it must be followed.
7 – If you tell anyone who your person is I will personally ring your throat with my own claws.
They all peek to see who they’re going to shop for and proceed to go their separate ways.
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It’s just days before the party and Stiles has almost broken the no telling rule with Derek. It’s a miracle Derek knows how to shut stiles up in the simplest of ways. Both have gotten and wrapped their gifts yet managed to keep them hidden from each other even though there’s no reason to. It’s just the way it’s supposed to be, even though Stiles tries to sneak peeks every time Derek looks away. “You know I don’t even need to have enhanced hearing to tell you’re digging around for it, it’s in my car where you can’t get it.” Derek taunts as he drags Stiles out of his closet.
Derek’s apartment is small in comparison to Stiles’ home but it’s big for just a single sourwolf with a leather jacket. He’s got a couch in the living room with a huge flat screen, a bedroom with a closet, a kitchen and a decent sized bathroom. Stiles likes flat screens, especially when said flat screens are hooked up to his x-box. This leads to them playing C.O.D. for hours until they just pause it and have “You’re such a fucking camper, I hate you” sex. Oh yes, Stiles loves the flat screen. Maybe he’ll get one for his room soon…
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“Stiles, do you need me to stop by the bank?” Derek asked as he eyed some of the 5 dollar bills Stiles had possessed.
“Nope, knowing me and my slippery hands I’m gonna be breaking rules left and right so why bother.”
Derek has to admit he’s in love with one of the clumsiest people known to man, but then again his innocence is his best feature.
Derek stopped just outside Lydia’s house before stopping Stiles from getting out of the car.
“What?” Stiles demanded while trying to evade his boyfriend.
Derek just pinned his hips back to the passenger seat like it was a daily routine. He slid into Stiles’ lap and kissed him long and soft, whimpering gently at every breath. They were locked together for minutes without realizing until Derek had pulled back to stare into those deep brown eyes. Coming back to reality, he gets up and helps his boyfriend out of the sleek camaro. Derek grabs his hand and whispers,
“Stiles when we’re done, could I come back to your place so I can give you a special present?”
“I’d love that; in fact I already made sure it was okay with my dad. What’s the special present?”
“You’ll have to be good to find out, now let’s go inside before the cookies we just made get cold.” Derek smirked and led his way to the door.
“Merry Christmas!” Lydia had announced as she welcomed them in. However, she got right to work on the ‘I can make rules when ever’ rule.
“The house is booby trapped with mistletoe and if you’re seen with anyone you guys must kiss or it’s a dollar donated.”
Naturally she stopped short and planted one right on stiles since he was the first to step under the sprig she appointed. God she was evil, but a cute evil.
“You know you could have done that 5 years earlier and made me the happiest person right?” Stiles muttered as he tried to wipe the gloss from his lips.
“No need,” Derek butted in and kissed the cherry flavor away.
“Where’s everyone else?” stiles slowly got out.
“Everyone’s in the back room, down the hall on the left.”
The room was huge, it was like a college kids dream room. It had a kitchen bar area, a sectional surrounding a fire place, a towering tree in the corner and a huge pool table where the gang was huddling around.
“Stiles!” Scott screamed while jumping his best friend, nearly dodging the mistletoe just a head of them.
“Scott, I slept over your house last night you act like it’s been years” Stiles laughed as he shared the embrace.
“Just place the food on the bar and the gift under the tree” Lydia said as she pushed them towards the pack.
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“Hi Derek, can we talk real quick?” Allison mumbled.
Derek froze mid step towards the tree. He glanced around the room to see everyone’s eyes glancing towards them. He felt nervous and threatened but Stiles came into view and reassured him he was fine.
“Why not?” Derek gulped down all the air he could swallow. He knew it had been awkward since she lost her mother at his hands because Scott was in trouble and with Gerard brainwashing her into going crazy killer psycho on them. But hey, it is Christmas and so what if Derek gets fucked over? It’s the holidays.
Allison led him out of the room and out back on the porch.
“Thanks for agreeing Derek I know it’s hard to be here alone with me.” Allison said assertively. Derek didn’t respond, which in a way she kind of expected so she just went on to the point.
“I’m sorry for everything that happened within the past year. The whole Gerard thing, and with my mom it was just hard. I had no clue to what she did to Scott and I was too hurt to react properly. Anyway, I had brought you out here for a special thanks for making us your pack.” She pulled a small envelope out of her north face. Derek looked suspicious of it but took it thankfully. “It’s a permit and some money to help rebuild your house,” she exclaimed.
At this point Derek wasn’t sure if this was irony that an Argent burnt it down and one’s helping rebuild it, or if he should just be really happy… The next thing he knows is he’s hugging the girl, crying and thanking her for everything. Derek forgets how to speak and hums his forgiveness.
They walk back in with smiles and glittery eyes until they’re stopped at the door. “They’re both under the mistletoe” Lydia points out as Stiles spills his cocoa, and Scotts eyes glow a deep gold so deep it’s almost bronze. “While you two kiss, Stiles and Scott are gonna break in the donation jar for breaking the rules.” They glance at each other to determine their fate. Derek decides to pay their way out since they’ve just forgiven each other.
Stiles’ focusing on trying to be extra good tonight, forgot the rules for a little bit and goes to ask Scott something personal about relationships. Unaware of what’s going on, everyone just busts out laughing. They turn to see the mother of all mistletoes dangling above them.
“Looks like I’m not the only one getting sloppy kisses tonight right Scott?” Derek teased them both.
The boys look mortified. They’ve already donated at least once, and nobody’s really kissed outside their own relationship. Stiles looks at Scott and sees him trying to use his words, and then Derek giving him the okay. Just as Scott opens his mouth to protest, Stiles’ lips take all the words out of him. The kiss was short, forceful, yet opened and harmless but entirely too awkward for anyone not to laugh or spill drinks. Yup, Lydia definitely saw Jackson spill his cider on the table, she’s going to get him later. Stiles broke away and gagged for air while Scott screamed.
“Ew, that was nasty.”
“You can say that again. Oh and Scott you should probably have a candy cane, your breath tastes like the Chinese food you had for lunch.”
“Well yours isn’t the nicest either Mr. Meat Lips. Maybe that’s why you and Derek make out 24/7 he thinks your lips are the insides of a deer.
After a few more laughs, they both drop the act and slowly go back to the conversation while trying to stay away from any traps.