bakerstreet | The Pillow Fort Meme;

[Interested in a Rule!63 Derek still being voice tested...?]

[ooc: Absolutely! =)]

[Cool to start it assuming Stiles took over the loft with said fort, which is infinitely more tolerable than a rave?]

[ooc: Sure! Stiles would turn the loft into a huge pillow/blanket fort. And maybe it could be post-nogitsune defeat and pre-whatever Kate does?]

[ When she gets home from her evening run, the only thing on Dara's mind is the impending shower she cannot wait to take to wash off the sweat and grime from the jog in the Beacon Hills preserve. The sooner she can get in there, the better. The last thing she expects when she opens the door to let herself into the loft is to find it has been turned into a giant fort. Pillows and blankets — where the hell did they all even come from?! — are meticulously placed, making what has to be the biggest fort she's ever actually seen. If she wasn't so pissed off about it, she might actually be impressed. ]

What the hell...?

[ And then it dawns on her the only person she knows who has a key to the loft and would waste their time with something like this. ]

STILINSKI!

[Stiles is feeling pretty pleased with himself once he's finished building the fort. It took a while, but now everything's perfect and he's relaxed in the middle of the room, snacking on some popcorn as he watches a movie on his laptop. He doesn't realize Dara's home at first, not until he hears her yelling his name. And maybe he didn't think this whole thing through all the way. Of course Dara won't be cool with a pillow fort in her loft. Dara Hale hates fun. He bets she'd be cool with it if Scott was the one doing it. Whatever, she's just going to have to get over it, because Stiles has no intention of taking it down any time soon. It makes the loft look a lot more interesting and a lot more fun.]

I bet you're regretting letting me keep that key now, huh? At least it's not a rave this time.

[And nope, he has no intention of leaving the pillow fort. If she wants to talk to him face to face, she's just going to have to come inside.]

[The confirmation to her suspicion comes from somewhere in the middle of the room and Dara crosses her arms over her chest, her head falling back a little as she takes in a deep breath just to let it out in an angry huff as she straightens up again.]

Yes. I'm regretting letting you keep that key very much. Where did you even get all of this crap and was it entirely necessary to make it impossible to navigate my own loft? Honestly?

[To be honest, she might have been more upset if it was anyone other than Stiles. At least when he gets into her place it's with a key that implies her permission and he's building friggen pillow forts rather than getting phosphorous paint all over the place and throwing a rave.]

[Stiles snickers quietly from beneath the fort. She sounds just as annoyed and put out as he thought she would, but she hasn't pulled down the fort yet and hasn't demanded he do it yet either. Maybe he can convince her to let it be for a while longer. She could use more fun in her life and everyone likes pillow forts, right?]

I brought most of it from home. The rest I either borrowed from Scott or was already here. Admit it, you think it's a kickass fort, don't you? Best you've ever seen.

[The rave was fun and everything, but it didn't exactly have the ending he hoped it would, what with finding out he put a magical hit out Scott's new almost-girlfriend. From what he heard, Dara came back and kicked everyone out just in time for them all to get their asses handed to them by the Oni. None of that will be happening today. As far as he's concerned, there will be nothing but fun and relaxation in this loft for the rest of the day.]

[Stiles keeps talking and there's no indication at all from the sound that he's moving or has any intention of doing so. Perfect. If she wants to punch him in the head for the mess — and Dara really, really does — she's going to have to dignify this masterpiece of Stiles' apparent affinity toward perpetually acting like a twelve-year-old and actually go inside it to find him.]

I think it's a mess. I think I want to be in the shower right now, but unless I bust through the whole thing, that's not happening, is it? I'm sweaty and gross and you blocked my path with all of the clean blankets and pillows in the town of Beacon fucking Hills, Stiles. Come on.

[Yeah no, he's comfy where he is and he has absolutely no intention of moving unless she comes in. He totally made a path to the bathroom and to the stairs leading to Dara's room and he supposes he could help her find her way to both if she wants if she lets the fort stay up. He wonders if she'd go for it. He supposes sacrifices must be made if he wants to keep the fort up, so he pauses his movie and starts crawling towards the sound of Dara's voice.]

Don't bust through anything. I can lead you to the bathroom. All of this was perfectly planned and perfectly built so there's not even the minimum inconvenience. [Well, to Stiles anyway. He doesn't mind crawling around a pillow fort like a child.] I can lead the way, but it means you need to get down here. Soon-ish before I change my mind and put Avengers back on.

[Dara really doubts that there's no inconvenience, considering it looks to her like she's going to have to go through the stupid thing if she wants to get any further than a few feet inside her own living space like she is now. But it sounds like he's at least coming toward her, so maybe there's a small victory there. She might not actually have to go inside.

...and then he says that and she's already four hundred percent done with this whole conversation. Dara doesn't bother to hide the exaggerated sigh or the annoyance in her voice.]

I swear to God, Stiles...

[She lowers herself onto her hands and knees to look inside and sees him coming toward her. Her jaw is set and she rolls her eyes again.]

You're aware that you look ridiculous, right? That's not a surprise to you, I hope.

[Well, there's no inconvenience for Stiles and there probably wouldn't be for Dara either if she'd get the stick out of her butt and come in. This is doing nothing to dispel his suspicions that she legitimately hates anything to do with fun. He bets her idea of fun is practicing her glares in the mirror and brooding all alone as she fantasizes about the next fight she'll lose. Maybe this is exactly what she needs, since his idea of fun is clearly superior to hers in every possible way.

Stiles peers at her from the opening the of fort, grinning as she rolls her eyes. Yeeeah, there's not a chance in hell she's getting anything done in here without coming in. He should make that a rule.]

Why would I care how I look? The only ones here to see me looking ridiculous are you and me, so who cares? If you're that concerned, you can come in and look ridiculous with me.

[Frowning and lifting her eyebrows at him, Dara doesn't move, she just keeps staring at him. Whatever this is about, she's not amused. Why he's decided to use her loft for his childish, stupid bullshit is beyond her, other than they have an unspoken, mutual agreement to annoy the living shit out of one another. If she was a little less stubborn, she'd concede that this puts him a hell of a way ahead of the game; he definitely wins this round.]

I don't really have a choice, do I?

[Because she could already tell she was either going to have to break it down — and admittedly, she kind of wants to avoid that for right now, just to spare the bitching he'll do when she tears down all of his hard work and effort with very little expense of her own — or she was going to have to go through it; Stiles seems to have made sure of that.

Fucking pain in the ass.]

You're the worst. You have until that movie's over before I tear this down, I hope you know that.

[If Dara wants to have a staring contest that's fine. She'd probably win even if she won't succeed in getting him to take the fort down. This is one of those situations where she really needs to pick her battles wisely, because it's just not one she can win. But he already has a feeling he's won this round, which awesome, he'll take any wins he can get.]

Nope, you don't.

[He would never stop bitching if she tore his fort down and chances are, he'd just build it again the moment she leaves again anyway. It won't kill her to come inside and pretend to have a sense of humor and a sense of fun for a little while. If anyone needs it, it's her.]

I think you mean I'm the best. Gonna watch the movie with me?

[Dara still makes no move to follow him into the stupid thing, because really, Stiles? Really?! Her eyes narrow some, at his incorrect attempt to correct her.]

No. No, I did not. And no, Stiles, I want to take a shower. How the hell do I get to my bathroom? This isn't cute, I feel disgusting right now and all I wanted to do...was take a damn shower. You're fucking killing me here. Fucking killing me.

[Stiles rolls his eyes at her and gestures for her to come the hell in. She could have had her shower by now if she weren't so damn stubborn. He's already explained to her how this works. Maybe she'll be in a better mood once she has her shower.]

Dara, just follow me and I'll lead you to the bathroom. You're making this way more complicated and dramatic than it needs to be.

[Heaving a sigh, Dara glowers back at him. She's not in the mood for this at all; has no inclination toward crawling through a blanket fort like a twelve-year-old boy. Once again, she rolls her eyes and makes no attempt to hide it. When she finally responds after another long pause, she sounds wearied and annoyed in equal measure.]

Fine, show me to the friggen bathroom.

[This is what Dara gets for letting him keep a key. It could be so much worse though. Despite the pillow fort, the loft is still clean and nothing's broken and there's no rave, so she really should consider herself lucky that this is the worst she's dealing with at the moment. Stiles grins when she finally gives in and disappears back into the fort, making a gesture for her to follow.]

Awesome. C'mon, this way.

[Grumbling under her breath, Dara follows Stiles into the fort. This is the stupidest thing, honestly, the actual stupidest thing, she's decided; having to crawl through a giant pillow fort just to get to the shower she wants to take. But, she follows him anyway, begrudgingly, and ignores the fact that it's actually a little more impressive on the inside than it even is on the outside.]

You have too much time on your hands, Stilinski, you know that?

The Pillow Fort Meme;

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Works for me haha

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lmfao Jesus. This tag and that icon, I really can't even. LOL

lol I love it

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