Cora scowled at the big "Grand Opening" sign across the street, a reminder that the pizza shop she used to eat at and loved (mostly due to proximity but still) was gone. And in its place was a f*cking flower shop.

Parrish stopped and looked down at her, eyes widening a bit. They were such pretty eyes, such a bright green. She could stare at them all night. "Lydia?" She blinked, trying to refocus herself. "Hello deputy," she said, her voice a bit scratchy.

"What is that, a banner? Having you been watching Martha Stewart? Please don't tell me there's handmade doilies laying around too. Wait, are there people coming over for this?" - aka Cora returns to Beacon Hills and finds herself reaching out to one Lydia Martin.

Lydia Martin can't help be intrigued by the new girl, (Punk!)Allison Argent. - She liked how fast news of her dominance spread in this school. She loved that Allison had only been here for an hour and she already knew who Lydia was. That was power.

Derek glared for another moment but finally relented. "Yeah, I'll be there. Erica would kill me otherwise. Do you think…?" Isaac lifted a brow. "Do I think what? That Stiles will be there? Did you ask him? Or did you just stare at the back of his head and try to invite him telepathically?"

"Again Martin?" Stiles looked around his apartment, eyeing everything. Nothing looked out of place but that didn't mean anything. When Lydia Martin took something he rarely knew what it was until he got it in the mail the next day.

Derek's band Moon Fever comes to Beacon Hills and plays the bar that Stiles' band usually performs at. So they go, of course, and the music is good and everyone on stage is too damn attractive to be legal. But they're not just a band (they're called Moon Fever, I mean c'mon) and they take an interest in making Scott one of their own. /Rating subject to change/ (Band!AU)

Scott & Stiles are away at summer camp but Scott misses his boyfriend terribly. Letter writing and sneaking around after dark to make illicit phone calls.

"I think you should punch him," Derek said, dropping a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead. Stiles snorted. "Yeah, okay, I'll also wear a hula skirt and ride a moose through town." Derek hummed his approval. "I look forward to it."

"Bring it on Stilinski." "I'll have you know I'm excellent at Rainbow Road." "We'll see about that." (no sex, but maybe later)

"Fancy parties are boring, I hate going to them. This is a real party Jane." "Don't call me that." "Sorry Jane."

Stiles makes coffee for the same people almost every morning. He's accustomed to the sea of tired faces and sleep-heavy eyes.

"He's your boyfriend, you have to get him something for his birthday." "We're not boyfriends," Isaac said defiantly.

M for slash sex; "He didn't want to remember the soft look in her eyes or the delicate curve of her neck, nor the heady scent of her skin when they made love. They were torturous memories, stabbing at him like a knife and slicing up his heart. "

(336): Did you or did you not grab my boob while I was making out with the foreign kid? (human college au)

Lydia cursed, kicking off her heels before she sprang into a sprint, willing her feet to carry her to safety as fast as possible. She hadn't been expecting to run into… whatever the hell the thing chasing her was. (non-graphic violence)

Stiles catches Derek in the act -of baking.

Jess glared at the reflection in the mirror. HIS reflection. He felt ridiculous.

Seeing Derek standing outside her dorm hall was not what Kira had expected. (future fic, canon divergent)

Scott waved at them and Kira waved back right before Malia grabbed her hand and hauled her towards the far end of the hall to the Slytherin table. Kira glanced over her shoulder to see both Scott and Stiles frowning at them and exchanging confused looks. (Hogwarts Au obviously)