The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?
Derek comes to visit on Christmas Eve. As usual, nothing quite goes to anyone’s plan.
[Part III of the Four Season Challenge]
autumn is the hardest season. the leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.
During a November walk through the woods, Derek gives Stiles a call.
[Part II of the Four Season Challenge]
Scott foolishly decides that Derek should be the one picking up Stiles for his surprise 18th birthday party. The problem with surprise parties, of course, is that you never quite know how they’ll interpret the mystery.
[Or: A somewhat silly fic I wrote for Willa’s birthday, based on the song by The Strokes.]
Stiles lies on the carpet and listens to the whir of the standing fan that’s been surveying his bedroom for three days straight, ever since the temperature shot up into the 90s. The house has air conditioning, but AC still costs money, so it’s only when the thermometer’s red line creeps past 98 that Stiles is allowed to turn it on. So far the daytime highs have been sitting steady at a mocking 97, to the point that Stiles is beginning to think he should probably stop sticking his head out onto the back porch every half hour to check, because that red line is never going to fucking move.