Fade Into the Sea

Those hot summer days where you don’t feel like doing anything but lazing in front of a fan always remind Stiles of his mom. She’d put on “Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star. Saying that the slow, languorous beat of the song, the lazy vocals, just said ’lazy summer day’. So they’d sit and listen to the entire album. Not doing much. Just being together. On the whole, Stiles wasn’t good at being still and quiet....

Just Say No to Peer Pressure (and Beaches)

Stiles hates the beach. Hates it. With the fire of a thousand burning suns. Convenient, since burning is about the only thing he does at the beach. He’s all pale skin and freckles! Even with sunscreen, it takes about half an hour for him to start burning. Combined with the fact that he had a sort of bad – okay, awful – experience with water not too long ago, he isn’t thrilled when someone in the pack mentions going to the beach....

Take Leave (of your senses)

Chapter 1 “I need to get out of this town. I need a break,” Stiles said. He was weary. Tired to his fucking bones. He figured if anyone understood this, it would be Derek. Derek just grunted. They were just sort of crashed out on Derek’s couch after yet another cluster fuck. Just them. Everyone else had gone home to do their thing (with each other or alone). Stiles’ dad was working a night shift and he didn’t want to be alone....

The Worst Thing About Werewolves

Perhaps the worst thing about werewolves was their love of nature. Stiles? Did not love nature. He didn’t like the bugs, the lack of plumbing, and he especially didn’t like the lack of wifi. However, because the pack was mostly werewolves, they’d decided that they needed to go camping – as a pack. Stiles didn’t get it because they could run around as they pleased in the preserve while he stayed near toilets and wifi....

We (don't) Like to Party

The party is boring. His friends are all in relationships and doing things that Stiles does not want to see. Stiles had not been popular in school. Too loud and annoying. He’d only had one friend. A friend who’d magically gotten good enough at lacrosse to get off the bench and sort of became part of the popular crowd. So he’d started getting invites to house parties and he’d dragged Stiles along because they were bros....