truly, I ain’t got no business hereStiles/Derek, PG-13, 4400-ish words
Being a teenager was difficult. Being a teenager around a bunch of supernatural beings who could pick up on almost your every waking feeling was impossible.
I’m gonna be naked (and you’re wasted)Stiles/Derek, T, 1600-ish words
"Who are you?" Derek asked, his voice sounding foreign to him. He cleared his throat lightly and grimaced at the scratchy feeling, as if he'd been yelling a lot the night before.
"I thought you might not remember." He stood up and offered his hand to Derek who took it automatically. "I'm Stiles. The stripper."
we only yesterday were worlds apartStiles/Derek, R, 3500-ish words
"I'll have you know that I did my irresponsible drinking in college and this is my responsible grad school drinking," Stiles replied with a grin.
Derek snorted. "What's the difference?"
Between the linesStiles/Derek, R, 1600-ish words
"There's a dude over there wearing Derek's sweater because they hooked up after that frat party last month," Isaac filled them in before Derek could deflect.
The world won’t wait and I watched you shakePre-Stiles/Derek, G, 1000-ish words
Stiles was pretty sure Derek Hale, famous movie star, wasn't going to hold him up at gun point.
this is the sound of settlingGen, G, 430 words
Stiles looked over at Scott from their position in the giant tree in Lydia's neighbor's yard. They were perched in the leaves, sharing a quarter bottle of whiskey Stiles liberated from his dad's stash. To "celebrate", Stiles said.
’Til the sun turns blackPre-Lydia/Parrish, G, 387 words
The Sheriff issues a roundabout warning.