Derek brushes his eyebrows every morning. Pass it on.
“Stiles… what is this?” Derek asked in confusion, brows furrowed together after he opened the small box, wrapped in Christmas Spider-Man wrapping, with a little blue bow on top. It was his first Christmas present he was meant to open, because apparently it was a Stilinski family tradition to open one present on Christmas Eve. Inside the small box, was the tiniest black comb Derek had ever seen in his life.
When he looked up at Stiles, he knew immediately that this was really a gift for Stiles judging by the shit-eating grin he was wearing…
“It’s a comb.”
“I can see that.”
“For your bushy caveman brows,” Stiles’ grin spread wider, if that was possible, turning him into the most realistic Cheshire Cat Derek had ever seen in his life. Of course, this Cheshire Stiles couldn’t disappear like the real Cheshire Cat could, which meant he felt the contact of the floor against his back when Derek tackled him to the floor with a growl.
“Boys, boys, it’s Christmas. No breaking the gifts or knocking over the tree,” the Sheriff said absentmindedly, not bothering to lower the book he was reading from his position safe on the couch as his son and his boyfriend grappled each other, laughing loudly on the floor in the spirit of Christmas.
YOU ACTUALLY USE IT???
