[A WHOLE MONTH WITHOUT INTERNET??? I WILL WRITE YOU A THING, FRIEND. HAVE A FLUFFY COLLEGE AU.]
Stiles still can’t believe he and Scott didn’t get approved to be roommates; at least they live on the same floor. It’s not the same, and five minutes to walk is such a hardship, but Stiles makes do. At least the way Stiles’ room is around the corner and closer to the entrance means he can play lookout for Scott.
"Are you checking?" Scott says over the phone, voice starting to panic.
"I just got out of the shower, dude, I’ll check right now, okay, I got you," Stiles says, grabbing a towel, slinging it haphazardly around his waist and padding barefoot to his door. He steps out into the hallway, looking up and down, and sure enough Allison Argent’s brown curls are bouncing at the end of the hall. "She just made the corner, going to be passing you in a minute!"
"Ahh! Okay, okay, wish me luck!" Scott says.
"You got this, bro," Stiles says, and Scott laughs excitedly and he hangs up. He steps further into the hallway, listening for Scott’s voice— and yup, that’s his nervous laugh. Allison seems to be laughing too. Everything sounds good.
Stiles turns around, shaking his head slightly; he hadn’t had time to properly towel off and his hair is still dripping, water sluicing onto his shoulders.
The door is shut.
public school dress code
derek wearing panties and stockings
derek being tied to a bed and slowly fucked with a vibrator
derek being spanked and then having his butt gently handled and rubbed after
derek baring his throat to someone and letting them bite him all over
derek asking to bottom…
SPEAKING OF WHICH
WE WERE ON THE WAY TO MY GRANNY’S TODAY AND WE SAW A MILK VAN AND JUST
this was such a good episode of orange is the new black
Read this way out of context.
"I don’t understand why we need to get ready, now,” Stiles grumbles, tossing a chip in his mouth as he stares blankly at the television.
"Because you need several hours to look remotely acceptable for public appearances," Derek snipes, stealing the chip bag and smirking as Stiles flips him off.
"You both need to get ready," Scott moans, trying to chivvy Stiles out of his arm chair. "I need everyone ready by six forty-five! It’s five to, now!"
"Babe!" Allison runs out of her bedroom in her dressing gown, and for a moment Scott tries to cover Stiles’ eyes, and then realises he hasn’t even looked up from where he’s glowering at Derek.
"Uh," he runs a hand through his hair, "You okay?"
"How black tie is the black tie, here? Do I need something that says future Mayor’s wife, or just like it’s Derek’s birthday again and he wants us all to go to a fancy restaurant and pretend we fit in?"
"You didn’t even try to fit in,” Derek cuts in crossly.
"Hey man, I wore a tux," Stiles points out.
"Yes," Derek’s mouth dries up a little at the memory, and then he scowls, "And, then proceeded to have a bread roll fight with Scott across the table."