“So,” says Sheriff Stilinski, raising one eyebrow. “You decided not to play video games at Scott’s, after all?” “Uh,” Stiles says. His eyes are wide and caught-out, and he’s got his arms wrapped around two giant tubs of popcorn. Is It Cool if I Hold Your Hand? - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf
Runnin' On My Mind Boy - tourdefierce - Teen Wolf
(after all) you're my wonderwall - alasse - Teen Wolf Beacon Hills, CA -- summer, 1999 It’s not that Genim didn’t like the playground. It’s just that, well. He didn’t like the playground? His mom told him it was important to exercise and run around after being stuck inside with Mr. Rawles doing exercises and puzzles and everything, but Genim couldn’t really run around here without stupid Billy Jenkins and his cronies pushing him into the dirt.
The View From My Window - primroseshows - Teen Wolf
Mercy Has a Human Heart - the_deep_magic - Teen Wolf
Integral to Survival - asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) - Teen Wolf
Meet Me At My Window - whovianmuse - Teen Wolf
Chapter Text It’s Scott who convinces Stiles to put the ad in the paper. Stiles is doing a combined five year bachelors and masters, so his class schedule doesn’t exactly fit in around most of the part time jobs he could get on campus and to be fair, he’s pretty crap at making coffee anyway. He’s gotten pretty good at cooking, though, since his mom passed away. Plus, Stiles needs the money for all that coffee he’s so bad at making. Cupboard Love - Chapter 1 - mklutz - Teen Wolf
you blew through me like bullet holes - falisik - Teen Wolf
Location Is Everything - espionage (LouLa) - Teen Wolf
Sick Day - breenwolf - Teen Wolf We're a fan-created, fan-run, non-profit, non-commercial archive for transformative fanworks, like fanfiction, fanart, fan videos, and podfic. We currently have 14852 fandoms, 300104 registered users, and 1068925 works. While the site is in beta, you can get an invitation from another user or from our automated invite queue. All fans and fanworks are welcome! The Archive of Our Own is a project of the Organization for Transformative Works.
Here we go, with another fic. This idea smacked me when I was driving to the city and I had no way to write it down. So I wrote it in my head and hoped to high hell I could get it down before it went away. Argh. It's Like Giving Matches to Paper Dolls - More Teen Wolf fic!
He should feel a little silly standing there with Derek, both of them stripped down to boxers and acting like a couple of nervous kids on prom night. Except Derek isn’t a kid – not even close, not with that body – and this should be easy, really. He loves Derek, and he’s been wanting to do this for what feels like centuries. Stiles can be thoughtful when he needs to be, but he doesn’t see the benefit of overthinking things for no reason. So he grins at Derek, wide and sudden enough that he thinks he sees Derek startle, and turns around to dive onto the bed. How Our Bodies Even Got Here - discreetmath - Teen Wolf
Chapter Text That Sunday the lacrosse team had off, which meant the pack had a day on. Texts were circulated the night before that they were to meet at the top of the Big Hill in Sequoya Park. The park had recently become the unofficial wolfing grounds of the Hale pack. It was less of a traditional 'park' than it was a nature preserve, a big chunk of forest protected by the state. Making Claim - Chapter 2 - Musetta - Teen Wolf
“Your eyes, blue and bright / Like Mountain Frost Gatorade,” Stiles reads aloud, not bothering to contain his glee. “Now that is powerful stuff. Oh, but this next line is my favorite: Your skin, warm and soft / As an underbaked loaf of bread. Bread, Derek? Really?” Nothing Like the Sun - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf
Nobody Does It Better - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf “Blue Wolf, come in, Blue Wolf. You should really thank me for suggesting the pink tie, as it’s clearly bringing all the ladies to the yard.” Derek resists rolling his eyes, barely, because he is a professional. “Acknowledged, Orange Fox,” he mutters while hiding his mouth behind a champagne flute. “I’m glad you’ve noticed that I’m generating far too much attention.