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Is It Cool if I Hold Your Hand? - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf. “So,” says Sheriff Stilinski, raising one eyebrow.

Is It Cool if I Hold Your Hand? - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf

“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. Beside him, Derek Hale—the same Derek Hale that the Sheriff last saw in his interrogation room—is handing a $20 bill to the cashier and clearly trying to appear as casual as possible. 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.

(after all) you're my wonderwall - alasse - Teen Wolf

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.

Cupboard Love - Chapter 1 - mklutz - Teen Wolf. Chapter Text It’s Scott who convinces Stiles to put the ad in the paper.

Cupboard Love - Chapter 1 - mklutz - Teen Wolf

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. He’s got a cheap french press under the sink with his garbage bags that he tried to use exactly twice before he had to give up and just start giving all his spare cash to the hipster place around the corner.

All of that is to say, though, that Stiles has been debating for a week about taking out a line of credit to fund his meagre student lifestyle when he gets the phone call. “I need a week’s worth of meals I can heat up and I don’t like spicy food,” says the man on the other end instead of hello. “Yes,” His mystery client grits out, sounding frustrated. Stiles. You blew through me like bullet holes - falisik - Teen Wolf.

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Sick Day - breenwolf - Teen Wolf

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How Our Bodies Even Got Here - discreetmath - Teen Wolf. 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.

How Our Bodies Even Got Here - discreetmath - Teen Wolf

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. He barely catches the lube as it goes bouncing toward the floor, drops it safely onto the nightstand, and then he rolls over onto his back.

“What’re you waiting for, hot stuff?” Derek just watches him for a minute, enough to make Stiles want to start squirming. Easy. What he gets is Derek kissing his way down Stiles’ chest, dropping light kisses and a few more that linger. But the thing is, Stiles knows Derek. “I guess so. “Stiles!” Making Claim - Chapter 2 - Musetta - Teen Wolf. Chapter Text That Sunday the lacrosse team had off, which meant the pack had a day on.

Making Claim - Chapter 2 - Musetta - Teen Wolf

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. Due to a no-hunting policy and virtually unmanageable undergrowth, it wasn't terribly attractive to hunters, hikers, or other normal-types. And Derek told Stiles not to come. Nothing Like the Sun - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf. “Your eyes, blue and bright / Like Mountain Frost Gatorade,” Stiles reads aloud, not bothering to contain his glee.

Nothing Like the Sun - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf

“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?” Derek Hale, Stiles’ most favorite and least talented client, has his head buried in his arms and is producing a constant growling noise to drown the words out. “We’re going to have to add the proper copyright symbol after ‘Mountain Frost Gatorade,’ of course.” Nobody Does It Better - HalfFizzbin - Teen Wolf. “Blue Wolf, come in, Blue Wolf.

Nobody Does It Better - HalfFizzbin - Teen 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.

Also, I think you and I have very different definitions of ‘suggest.’”