-whoa- said Stiles looking at the photo on the wall of Erica’s house- You look like an angel there. -Well, I kinda am- responds Erica with a smile. -Yeah, except when you have pieces of my jeep in your hands. -Hey! that was one time, and everybody was acting like an idiot with all the ‘I’m pack but not your pack’ stuff. -Yeah, you’re right. I forgive you. -Asshole. -Boyd looks so happy. -Yeah, he loves the princess Ally. -He loves you. I always knew that he’s a cat person. He’s marrying you after all, catwoman. -Yep. we are going to be like a big and happy cat family. Our alpha is a grumpy cat after all. -Amen for that! -Amen! Stiles smiles at the photo again. -I’m happy for you two, you know. -thanks Batman :)

This drawing is for foxerica!! :D Erica & Boyd with cats!! :D (sorry for not having arrived in time to BericaWeek! u.u)

Would You Let Me Finish My Sentence?!

Ex-childhood Best Friends AU:

Would You Let Me Finish My Sentence?! by jadore_hale (WIP| 3/4 | 17,883 | Mature)

Long time no see! Pleased to say I've been writing again and will be finishing up this long-standing WIP!

Sidenote: I hate how tumblr works now. Can't get use to it!

Chapter 3!! 1 more to go

ship tropes + cora and lydia - requested by anonymous.

Would you rather be a pack leader or a pack member? (x)

If any show deserves a movie, it’s Merlin

(source)

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p.) (insp)

Yes…

Done…or it’s more like my brain can’t make it any better 😅

Stiles couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe they were actually doing it.

They were taking a break from researching the next big bad, the stack of college acceptance letters buried under a pile of dirty laundry on his desk nearby, while Stiles was rambling once again about his ridiculous dream of running away and becoming a mountain man.

Derek didn't say much. He never did, but a week later, Derek was handing Stiles a set of keys to a cabin bought sight unseen. Stiles didn't care he started loading the jeep right away.

"You coming?" he asked when he paused long enough to notice Derek hadn't brought anything else with him and it looked like all Derek was going to do was stand there and watch him.

Derek blinked in surprise as if he hadn't actually considered it. Like he really did just go buy a cabin in the mountains to give Stiles the out he kept hinting he wanted. He couldn't believe Derek really thought Stiles would go without him.

A smile slowly stretched across Derek's face. It was the first genuine one Stiles thought he'd ever seen, and it was like every good thing about a sunrise. Stiles decided he wanted to watch one of those with Derek - more than one.

"I - yeah, I'll come if you want..."

Stiles smiled back. "Of course. Go - go pack all the flannel you own. I'll swing by and pick you up."

The further they got away from Beacon Hills the lighter Stiles' chest felt. Until, for the first time in years, it felt like he could breathe again. He glanced at Derek, whose head was tilted back, eyes closed, and face relaxed in a way that Stiles had never seen before.

Sunsets too. Stiles decided. They would watch a lot of sunsets together also.

WC: ~1100 Rated: G

Cora Hale hates her job, but not for the reasons you might think. It’s not because of the atrocious 7 o’clock morning rush; or the slimy businessmen who leer, “Won’t you smile for me, darling?” until Laura chases them away with a growl; or even the disgusting way her older brother flirts with the mole-speckled college boy—Stuart? Stiles?—who comes in every other day and orders the same diabetes-inducing, tooth-rotting disaster of a coffee. 

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