author's note: Just a warning, there's probably a bit of oocness in this one. I'm tired and kinda wanna just nap, but I woulda felt bad if I didn't update it on the right day!


Presents


"Well?"

"...Well?"

Stiles huffed, crossing his arms and jerking his head towards the presents under the tree. "Open yours first!"

"You open yours." Narrowing his eyes slightly, as if thinking his glare would win this battle, Derek kept his gaze on the teen. It was Christmas afternoon - that morning Stiles had been at his dad's house, Derek reflecting on his family - and they had yet to open the presents they had gotten each other. Both were far too stubborn, and it didn't seem as if they were going to settle the feud any time soon.

"What's the big deal with opening your present first, Sourwolf?! Get into the holiday spirit already!"

"I could say the same to you."

Another impatient huff. "I've already opened some from my dad and Scott. You need to experience some joy."

"...Why don't we just open it together?" The werewolf finally said, and though he was trying to reach a middle ground, his glare had still not lessened. This wasn't him losing, it was him being reasonable and rational.

Nodding his head in agreement, Stiles bent down to pick up his present, grabbing Derek's and shoving it at his leather-covered chest. They both counted to three under their breath before opening their gifts.

In Stiles hands were a headband with wolf shaped ears on them and a fake tail. A small note was thrown in with them: 'Now you can pretend to be part of the back.' It was dripping with sarcasm, no doubt, but it was still nothing compared to the gift in the werewolf's hands.

A bag of sugar and a dog toy.

"Sugar to counteract your sourness, and something fun for you to do when you're bored," the human commented with a grin, having only a split second after saying this to dart from the room before Derek had attacked him. Or, before he thought Derek would attack him. Instead, the man was simply looking at the gift with raised eyebrows, chuckling slightly.

An interesting Christmas, indeed.