Stiles likes Christmas, he does, but there's only so many times a guy can hear "Jingle Bells" before seriously contemplating taking a bat to the radio and smashing it into a hundred pieces. (human au, punk!stiles, security guard!derek)
"Scott what am I going to do? I'll never un-see that. I'll never be able to look at him again without popping a boner. This is terrible."
A sweet coffee shop au with barista!Kira and tired college student Allison, written for the Teen Wolf Micro Bang.
He [found] a small new and used bookstore, Martin & Co., tucked away on an unassuming side street with a chalkboard sign out front that informed him that people who didn't read were not people he should sleep with. He went in.
"What if she doesn't like me?" Kira asked, tugging her suitcase down the hall, phone pressed against her ear. She was almost done moving everything into her new dorm room. "Don't be ridiculous," Lydia said. "Everyone likes you." (college au)
"I am not going to pretend to date you!" Cora hissed. Lydia narrowed her eyes at her. "I said get over here and be my girlfriend for five minutes."
Safe was not something Isaac was used to feeling -he hadn't been safe in a long time. It wasn't that he'd thought he would never be free, it was just that it had seemed so far away that he didn't dwell on it. It was different now.
"I can't believe you're having sex on school grounds! In a closet! With a student!" she cried, whapping her brother on the arm. He rubbed the spot where she'd hit him but at least had the decency to look chagrined.
Kira wasn't a religious person or anything, but she was pretty sure she had just found God in a back alley bar. The floors were beer-sticky and no one seemed to check for ids but it was the most liberating place she'd ever been. The people around her wore ripped jeans and patched up vests, leather jackets with hair spiked up and dyed in bright greens and blues. And the girls on the
Blue was used to people coming in and out of 300 Fox Way at all hours of the night. Everyone was on different schedules and the house was always awake. Seeing Gansey on her doorstep at one am was new though.
"Hey gimme that," Gansey said, words slurring a bit in a way that Blue probably would have found hysterical. He grabbed at the bottle in Ronan's hand and yanked. Ronan gave it up easily enough, falling back onto the bed laughing.
"I don't know why I have to live here. I thought I was a bodyguard, not a babysitter." "You're her personal bodyguard Derek, you're going to be with her all the time." "So I am her babysitter." "Oh stop whining."
Sitting alone in her bedroom wasn't exactly how Allison had always pictured her prom night. (T for minor swearing)
The first time Stiles hit on Deputy Parrish it was the day after high school graduation and he had mostly done it as a joke.
"Put me down!" Lydia demanded, kicking her feet a bit. Cora snorted, barely fazed by the tip of the designer heel that connected with her hip bone. "I don't think so."
It was wrong. So wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
He ran into her in the cereal aisle at the supermarket. She was trying to reach a box of Frosted Flakes on the top shelf, but even on the tip toes of her bright yellow converse, she wasn't quite tall enough. (trigger warning: mention of major character death)
Stiles was drunk. Not even a little drunk, he was so drunk. The drunkest. Hella. Lots. (rated m for quite a bit of swearing and mentions of masturbation)
Derek had a fucking type and it was pale, skinny guys with impossible cheekbones and chucks. And this guy... he was all of that. All of that and, jesus f*cking christ, how were his hands a real thing? Who had fingers like that? Was that f*cking legal?
He wasn't sure how it had happened. It's not like he made a habit of looking at Stiles' mouth. Sure, he had thought about duct taping it shut on several occasions, but who hadn't, right?