I want to write a college AU where Stiles is straight and wants a blow job and Derek loves giving blow jobs, and kind of likes giving them to straight guys. Which is apparently a thing, I swear I’m not making that kink up because it weirds me out but. Still.
Stiles gets to college full of hopes and dreams. A few of them are fulfilled the first couple of weeks: he makes plenty of friends with really cool people who do not want to shove him into lockers; not having a curfew or someone to yell at him to get off his computer at 3 am will never not be awesome; and hooking up is absolutely a thing. Stiles loses his virginity to a girl with a crooked smile and a tongue ring and he beams all the way back to his dorm where his roommate proceeds to high fives him, gives him a shot, and says he never wants to know the details.
College is awesome.
Then Stiles learns about group projects.
Studying is not the issue. Stiles is a good student. He graduated two tenths of a point lower than Lydia Martin, got into Stanford early admission (with said Lydia Martin who had fumed a delicious rose when she heard), and will, when drunk enough, actually admit to enjoying the whole academic process. What he doesn’t like is working with other people.
There is a process to the way Stiles works. A finely honed, carefully evaluated process that most people—again, Lydia Martin the constant exception—cannot fathom. Deviations from the process by people who are too slow, too annoying or just generally too tend to drive his ADHD into overdrive, sending him into random, at all hours research binges that he grew out of his junior year of high school.
It’s a shit storm. Especially when his favorite professor pulls him aside after class one day and tells him that college is full of group projects. And group studying. He’ll discover that lovely little buffet of awful in his next semester, he’s told.
After that, the rose is definitely off.