Teen Wolf Fic: A Leafy Polka
This is a 315 Teen Wolf fic for the Weekend Challenge at 1_million_words ENJOY!
Stiles knew something was up with his dad when he saw the extremely prim and proper sheriff taking off his shoes and socks.
Now normally this wouldn’t be a big deal but growing up, his parents had been militant about not walking around uncovered in bee season-Stiles once asked when “bee season” officially started and the annoyed look he received made him laugh out loud.
Stiles watched quietly bemused as Noah very gingerly placed one toe in the green grass. The sheriff pressed his toe into the ground a couple of times, seeming to be testing the grass's bounciness before he wholeheartedly put both of his feet firmly on the lawn.
Stiles was about to call out but his dad surprised him yet again. Noah glanced around warily, checking to see if any neighbors were watching before he took a deep breath and tipped toed across the yard, as if it were a tulip filled meadow.
The sheriff practically danced across the field for a full five minutes and then he simply stopped.
Noah smiled in satisfaction before turning around and spotting his son. With his phone in his hand. In the middle of taking a video.
Before he could say anything in his defense, Stiles started to talk. “Dad, since when did you walk around barefoot? What about bee season?”
Noah shook his head, trying to hide his own grin as Stiles openly laughed at him. The sheriff quickly crossed over to their patio and tried to swat his son but Stiles laughingly dodged him. “Oh no, the tiny dancer’s coming for me!”
His dad shook his head again before he quietly answered. “Walking on the grass without shoes is #13 on your mom’s bucket list.”
Stiles smiled in understanding at his dad, knowing he was determined to complete Claudia’s list by his fiftieth birthday. “So what’s next on the list? Gator wrestling?’
Stiles knew something was up with his dad when he saw the extremely prim and proper sheriff taking off his shoes and socks.
Now normally this wouldn’t be a big deal but growing up, his parents had been militant about not walking around uncovered in bee season-Stiles once asked when “bee season” officially started and the annoyed look he received made him laugh out loud.
Stiles watched quietly bemused as Noah very gingerly placed one toe in the green grass. The sheriff pressed his toe into the ground a couple of times, seeming to be testing the grass's bounciness before he wholeheartedly put both of his feet firmly on the lawn.
Stiles was about to call out but his dad surprised him yet again. Noah glanced around warily, checking to see if any neighbors were watching before he took a deep breath and tipped toed across the yard, as if it were a tulip filled meadow.
The sheriff practically danced across the field for a full five minutes and then he simply stopped.
Noah smiled in satisfaction before turning around and spotting his son. With his phone in his hand. In the middle of taking a video.
Before he could say anything in his defense, Stiles started to talk. “Dad, since when did you walk around barefoot? What about bee season?”
Noah shook his head, trying to hide his own grin as Stiles openly laughed at him. The sheriff quickly crossed over to their patio and tried to swat his son but Stiles laughingly dodged him. “Oh no, the tiny dancer’s coming for me!”
His dad shook his head again before he quietly answered. “Walking on the grass without shoes is #13 on your mom’s bucket list.”
Stiles smiled in understanding at his dad, knowing he was determined to complete Claudia’s list by his fiftieth birthday. “So what’s next on the list? Gator wrestling?’