seeing as I got like 4 followers by talking to Julie and mine’s chat adventures I don’t want to disappoint, so have another anecdote.
Apparently there are gold plated vibrators that cost 12.000 €. I did not know this. and after talking with her about it…I kinda want one of those now…
I’ve been telling people about the gold-plated vibrators for days now :D
THE ‘GENTLEMAN’S PLUG’ COMES WITH MATCHING CUFFLINKS.
Um.. Where is the fic though?
Hahaha as soon as I showed Alice the “gentleman’s plug” she immediately decided there should be a sterek fic where they’re both rich businessmen and Derek notices Stiles’ gold LELO cufflinks during a meeting and totally knows what they’re from.
And then I decided Derek knows where they’re from because sometimes late at night in his office he browses for ridiculous luxuries on the internet that he could technically afford but he never buys them because he DOESN’T THINK HE’S WORTH IT and he just ends up putting in an extra 15 hours that week to punish himself for even thinking about spending all that money just for fun.
Then blah blah blah they end up making out in Derek’s office and then Stiles takes him home and uses the plug on him and basically pampers the fuck out of him because he deserves it and then they fall in love.
Derek falls in love with Stiles’ hands first. That’s how he notices the cufflinks. They’re small, rectangular, and polished gold. They glint in the light when Stiles lifts his bottle of water to his lips, flicks his wrist and tips his head back.
"So basically," Stiles says, after he swallows—Derek knows because he watched the movement in Stiles’ throat, imagined what Stiles’ hands would look like wrapped around it—"what you’re saying is you want to eat our company and shit out our acquisitions?"
"I wouldn’t say it like that," Erica replies, and twists a strand of hair around her finger.
Stiles steeples his long, pale fingers in front of him. His cufflinks flash in the light. ”How would you say it?”
"I don’t know," Erica simpers. "How would you say it, Derek?"
"I’d say we’re interested in your company, Stilinski, but your acquisitions are bullshit and nobody with any business sense would climb on any one of those sinking ships when they’ve got a fleet of yachts in the harbor."
Stiles throws his hands in the air. “StarCorp was up 12% last quarter!”
Erica slides the paper out of her folder and hands it to Derek. Derek slides it across to Stiles. Stiles corrects a figure on it and slides it back, and when his wrist bends, the florescent light shines onto his cufflink. That’s when Derek notices the logo.
"Lelo?" he says aloud.
Erica searches frantically though her manilla folder. “There’s no record of a Lelo in the BRPD files.”
Stiles’s face glides into a slow, easy smile.