Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

I...

I don’t know what to do with you.

Or:

Stiles has a pet fish. Who knew.

It's all fun and games until someone gets their stupid feelings puked on.

//

Derek stares. “What are you talking about, Stiles?”

Stiles groans and surges forward, mouth on Derek’s mouth, hands in Derek’s hair, on the sides of his face, the back of his neck.

“No strings attached, ok?” Stiles says, breathless, against the side of Derek’s face, his jaw, his ear. “We can do that, if that’s what you want.”

“Is that what you want?” Derek says. His hands are under Stiles' shirts, slidi...

Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth, glancing over at Boyd and Erica. Boyd was smiling down into his eggs benedict and Erica was grinning at Stiles.

He frowned in confusion, his chewing slowing. Tucking the food into one cheek, he asked, “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just nice. I like when the four of us come out together. Our little double dates,” she teased, stabbing her fork into a strawberry and putting it between her lips.

Stiles snorted at her comment, since this wasn’t a dou...

Stiles and his Gigantic Repressed Feelings accidentally affect the weather. A lot. Like. A lot.

//

 
“It’s snowing, Stiles,” says Derek.

Stiles looks up. He nods. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

Derek looks at him. “It’s snowing, Stiles. In your bedroom.”

 
//

Stiles is going to give Derek a Good and Meaningful present for Christmas, dammit.

Even if it kills him.

He had no idea how he’d first begun to immediately notice the idiot in the building next door, but now that he had noticed, it was impossible to stop noticing.

He was positive the elevator doors hadn’t even fully opened yet when he heard the voice, someone literally standing right in his path and instantly demanding his attention.

“Have you met the hot new guy?” Erica Reyes demanded, blocking his exit.

He gave her an unimpressed look at the question. He still had his coat on, he was holding a coffee, he’d literally just arrived at work after two weeks off, and he wasn’t even out of the elevator yet.

“Hi Erica,” he said dryly. “My vacatio...