Hello to February
Let's start the month off very early and right.
Special Order by bleepobleep (T, 2400-ish words)
Stiles is twenty-nine years old, lives alone, travels way too much, doesn’t know when the last time he had a home cooked meal where no one was trying to impress anyone, and he’s just tired of all the fancy bullshit. His face is too recognizable; he can’t even attempt to try a new restaurant without the chef requesting the honor of plating something special just for him.
And right now? Stiles really just wants some chicken nuggets.
Short and sweet, leaves you wanting more but not wanting to sully what's already there. Quick, easy read. Delightful Sterek feels.
Special Order by bleepobleep (T, 2400-ish words)
Stiles is twenty-nine years old, lives alone, travels way too much, doesn’t know when the last time he had a home cooked meal where no one was trying to impress anyone, and he’s just tired of all the fancy bullshit. His face is too recognizable; he can’t even attempt to try a new restaurant without the chef requesting the honor of plating something special just for him.
And right now? Stiles really just wants some chicken nuggets.
Short and sweet, leaves you wanting more but not wanting to sully what's already there. Quick, easy read. Delightful Sterek feels.