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It was sitting in the middle of the aisle, almost every one next to it sold, leaving this semi-clear space that only seem to highlight the perfectness of this item.
Highlighted how perfect this item was for what-or rather who-Stiles had in mind.
Stiles snatched it up so fast that he was pretty sure that he pulled something, but it would be so worth it…
Scott agrees, or Stiles thinks he does; he was too busy having something that looked like one of his asthma attacks from laughing too hard for Stiles to get a definite answer when he showed him.
The Item hides at the back of his closet for the better part of a week, almost forgotten if not for the need of a clean shirt before a meeting with a really particular fairy, reminding Stiles of its original purpose.
The next pack meeting, Stiles leaves it at Derek’s loft, the hubbub of the others giving him enough time to put it where he wants, take a picture and make his way back to where everyone is gathered without being noticed.
As a matter of fact, he makes it all the way home before his phone blips with a text message.
From Derek: I’m going to hurt you.
To Derek: Aw, regressing back to threats. And here I thought you grew up, Sourwolf.
From Derek: This isn’t funny, Stiles.
To Derek: True. This is utter GENIUS!
His phone rings after that and Stiles spends a few minutes debating with himself when he sees Derek’s name on the screen, but he decides against ignoring him.
"Take it back."
"But it suits you so well!”
"I get it, you thought you were being clever, but it’s really not that funny and it’s starting to get annoying. Turn around, come back and get this monstrosity out of my house.”
"I’m hurt, Derek, really I am. I’m absolutely devastated that you would call something that I got for you a monstrosity.” Stiles sniffs for dramatic effort, even though he’s cackling on the inside, “Anyway, if you’re so against the thing, why don’t you just get rid of it?”
"Because some genius decided to cover it in wolfsbane!”
"Mhm, sounds like a dick."
“Stiles!”
"No can do, Derek. I just informed everyone of the most adorable stocking in your room, all covered with little wolves in Santa hats, one that I just had to take a picture of-“
"You didn’t."
"-and I’ve already received texts telling me how sweet it is and it fits you to a tee.” That’s a lie, he had received everything from ‘I don’t think this is a good idea.’ to 'I get to say 'I told you so' when Derek maims you to within an inch of your life’, but he figures the man in question is too distracted to listen to his heartbeat right now.
Sure enough, there is a few minutes pause and then Derek grits out, “You are going to regret this.” before hanging up.
Stiles huffs that the man needs to grow a sense of humor before he gets ready for bed.
He realizes that he should have listened to Derek’s warning when he gets downstairs the next morning and stops dead in his tracks when he notices the difference in the room.
Derek’s number is imputed into his phone without tearing his gaze from the- the-
"Good morning, Stiles.”
"You’re not funny."
"Oh?" Derek sounds far too sumg for this early in the morning. "I thought it was adorable, and I just couldn’t let you buy something for me and not get you something in return-“
"It’s fluffy! Yours wasn’t fluffy!”
"-not to mention the fact that everyone else seemed to think that it was simply precious when I sent them a picture of my gift.” That’s the last Derek has to say about this whole thing before there is a click and his screen goes dark.
Stiles stands still in the middle of the room, staring at the fluffy stocking with what he knows are abominable snowman on it from a Christmas special he used to watch from when he was little on them and thinks that maybe Derek’s sense of humor isn’t as squished out as he assumed.
The thought makes him grin.