failwolf

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek's wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland. Meanwhile, on Stiles' eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can't kiss him back to normal.

The one where Stiles thought Derek was a hooker who needed feeding, and Derek thought Stiles was interested in him.

Derek has questions. Stiles has answers. Also dick pics. Stiles has Dereks' dick pics.

Short fics originally posted to my Tumblr, edited and collected here. Capped at 50 chapters.

"Stiles leaves his red sweatshirt in the washer and turns all of Derek’s underwear pink. A romantic comedy ensues."