cora is awesome

anonymous asked:

as long as we're talking about stiles as hale bait, can i just say that i've always wanted to find an au fic in which stiles finds out that he accidentally has dated/slept with like half the hale family? like he and derek meet and start dating and it's totally love and then derek takes him home and oh shit. there's his first highschool girlfriend who things ended awkwardly with aka cousin malia. who has her mom's last name since her parents never got married.

and then cora comes downstairs and oh hey cora! awesome. they dated for a bit in college but there wasn’t much of a spark so it only last a few months and then they actually became total bros. like he’s still really good friends with her? he probably should have made the connection between hale and hale, but he met cora at berkeley and she doesn’t talk about her family that much so it didn’t occur to him. still this is getting kind of weird? and then there’s “cousin” (packmate) erica who stiles

had a brief friends with benefits kind of thing with last year. no big, right? and then oh shit why does that older guy sitting next to derek’s parents and leering at him look so familiar? or right, he met him at a club one time when he was in between significant other’s and they hooked up in the bathroom. and apparently he’s the father of his first girlfriend. awwwkward. stiles has never felt so uncomfortable and confused in his life. why is this happening to him?

what is up with this family and him? is he some kind of hale-sexual or something? he’d been operating under the assumption that he was bi, but apparently all the people he’s ever been attracted to are part of this family. derek meanwhile has wrapped himself jealously around stiles and is glaring at everyone is his family including his parents (who honestly do not have any designs on their son’s boyfriend) and laura. who has not stopped laughing since they figured out what was going on.


I need to read a long fic on this! 

Because at first Stiles is like, “Derek, are you punking me?” 

And Derek is all, “What?” 

“Are you punking me?” Stiles eyes grow wide. “Oh my god. Is this an intervention? Do I do something weird in bed and you all got together to tell me to stop it?” 

“Do you do something weird in bed.” It’s not even a question. Derek has no idea what the fuck is going on at this point. 

“Derek! These people are not your family.” 

“They are,” Derek says. 

“Oh. My. God.” Stiles is three shades paler than usual. “Derek, I have slept with all of these people.” 

“What?” It’s Derek’s turn to go pale. 

Stiles points them all out. “Malia, hi, haven’t see you since high school. Nice blonde girl from the bakery whose name escapes me now and I am so, so sorry, hello.” He swallows and his throat clicks. “Hot older dude from the club.” 

“Peter,” the man says, extending his hand. He flashes a wicked smile. “Peter Hale. I’m Malia’s father.” 

Stiles squeaks. 

Derek bats his hand away and growls. 

“Um, Cora, yep, really should have put that together, I guess,” Stiles says, raking his fingers through his hair. “Um, Isaac, right? From my political science class last year. And…” His jaw drops when Laura grins at him. 

“Laura lives in New York,” Derek growls. “She literally lives in New York.” 

“Second stall in the Terminal Three bathroom at LAX, right?” Laura asks, and gives Stiles the finger guns. 

“Oh god,” Stiles says. 

All in all, it’s one of Derek’s most interesting family dinners. Alan Deaton thinks it has something to do with their wolves being drawn to Stiles, in knowing that he’d be a good fit for the pack. Stiles is mortified, but Derek’s surprisingly okay with it. 

He’s just glad that when his parents finally made it downstairs that Stiles didn’t recognise them too… 

He takes quite a lot of comfort in that, actually. 

‘May I have this dance?’

Maleficent leaned against a tree and watched Regina.

Behind her, the party continued. It was a celebration of…well, of everything. A celebration of surviving, of beating the odds, of finding friends, and holding on to family. It was spontaneous and loud and bright and very, very happy.

She had seen Regina slip away from the crowd, out from under the marquee that had been hurriedly pitched in the middle of the park. She’d waited, watching for her to return; but when the minutes ticked by with no sign of Regina, Maleficent had excused herself from a confusing conversation with an inebriated Snow White, and followed Regina out into the night.

She found her in a little clearing among the trees, not so far away from the marquee that the music and laughter could not still be heard. The noise of the party was muted here though, making the sounds gentler, less grating on the ear.

Maleficent leaned against a tree and watched.

Regina was dancing.

She was barefoot in the grass under the moonlight, her eyes closed as she swayed in time with the soft sound of music; her hair brushed against her face as she twirled a slow circle, the hem of her skirt gently rose and fell. Her arm curled around her stomach, holding herself; she smiled wistfully, the corners of her mouth downturned. And, without thought, Maleficent was moving.

She kicked off her own high heels as she strode forward, silent, intent, a hunter stalking prey. Maleficent was almost on Regina before she noticed her; her eyes flickered open, widening in surprise when she saw Maleficent standing there, her inky-black dress covered in hundreds of silver beads, glittering enough to rival the stars.

Regina stiffened, steeling herself for the sardonic teasing that was the usual way of things between them.

But Maleficent simply held out her hand and said levelly, “May I have this dance?”

Regina tilted her chin up and examined Maleficent’s face, seeking out any sign of even well-intentioned mockery. She found none. She placed her hand in Mal’s open palm.

Maleficent’s fingers closed firmly over Regina’s and she pulled her into a twirl, her other hand  coming up to Regina’s waist, guiding her through the movement. Regina was laughing when she came to a halt, facing Maleficent.

They started off in a very formal and proper position, standing slightly apart. Maleficent’s right hand curved lightly around Regina’s waist, her fingers against the small of her back; she clasped Regina’s right hand against her chest, covering her heart. They started to move, following the rhythm of the haunting melody that wafted from the marquee. Regina’s inexperience made her hesitant, but Maleficent’s hand was steady at her back, leading her through the movements as she smiled down at her. Even barefoot, the dragon still had the advantage of height, and she was smooth and sure as she danced them around the clearing.

The grass was cool beneath their feet, the moonlight bright around them, and with every twirl and sweeping turn that ended with her back in the circle of Maleficent’s arms, Regina grew more confident. She slid her free hand along Maleficent’s shoulder until she could curl it around the back of her neck, and she shimmied closer so that their bodies brushed against each other as they danced, at thigh, and hip, and breast.

Maleficent’s eyes darkened, and Regina rested her head against the dragon’s chest with a sigh of contentment.

Regina felt Maleficent’s arm move up along her back, felt her tighten her grip, then she was being turned, but still held close against Maleficent’s body. She had to shift her feet and bend her knee to keep her balance, and suddenly she was looking up at Maleficent as her grinning partner lowered her into a dip. Regina clutched at Maleficent’s shoulder, laughter bubbling up. This felt like flying, but she was not afraid that Mal would drop her - the dragon’s hold was strong, her body firmly rooted to the ground.

Mal raised her back to an upright position. They stood unmoving for long moments, neither one speaking, simply looking searchingly at each other. Then Regina sighed, went up on tiptoe, and kissed Maleficent. She felt Mal’s mouth stretch into a broad smile that broke their kiss, but then she sobered and returned Regina’s kiss with passion.

In the marquee, the music changed, becoming fast and spirited with a pounding beat. The revellers whooped and shouted, and the wooden dance floor thrummed under their leaping feet.

But outside, under the moonlight, barefoot in the grass, Maleficent and Regina swayed softly together, moving to a sound that played for them alone.

So this banter thing went down

Cora and Liam don’t always get along (at all) which is unfortunate because I will drag em everywhere with me damnit but ANYWAY this happened and seems to tell a lot about how much Liam minds *ahum* PDA…

Cora: Liam, if you and the Pathfinder ever want… ehm privacy, I can give you log-off authorization for SAM.
Liam: Why? I signed up for everything, no conditions. Besides, I wouldn’t ask her to part of herself off. She never turns me off.
Cora: (seemingly amused btw) Just making sure Ryder knows it’s a choice.


Cora: Just so you know Liam your jumpjet malfunction with the pathfinder triggered a life signs alert. A room full of technicians pulled up the SAM feed to observe. They *ahum* observed. Understand?

Liam: “Haha that’s awesome.”

anonymous asked:

Do u guys know any fics where Cora and Stiles are bffs? Idk they'd be the best partners in crime srsly.

Dude, can you imagine? One word out of Stiles’s mouth and Cora would give him the Mother of all Eye-rolls. She would refuse to put up with his shit. 

trace and memorize by StarAmongStones

(2,588 I Teen I Complete I High School AU)

“If mom asks, I’m working on a project for school,“ Cora says, already halfway up the stairs.

The boy in front of Derek clears his throat, face splotchy in embarrassment, and says, “We are actually working on a project together. I don’t know why she said it like that.”

“I literally don’t care,” Derek says, turning back to his laptop.

The Pros and Cons of Affronting a Witch by hexthejinx

(4,508 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles can’t keep his mouth shut and offends a witch. He’s rewarded with an embarrassing body modification. Derek may or may not be fascinated.

who’s gonna run this town tonight by callunavulgari

(6,880 I Mature I Complete I Deputy!Derek and Wolf!Stiles)

“So,” Derek says, after they break free of the preserve. They’re maybe ten minutes away from the station. “Who is it? The John Doe?”

“Should you really be asking me that, Deputy Hale?” Stiles mutters into his knees, voice strangely weak for someone who spent the last thirty minutes mouthing off to the people arresting him. “I’m not afraid of you,” Derek says before he can stop himself, glancing quickly at the road before returning the majority of his attention to the rear-view.

“Maybe you should be,” Stiles whispers, and Derek jolts like he’s been hit. He returns his attention to the road, ignoring Stiles slumping back into his seat, so he almost misses the quiet voice from behind him. “Scott McCall. Someone killed my brother and I mean to find out who the fuck did it. Nobody’s going to stop me, not even you.”

Work In Progress by JenNova

(7,856 I General I Complete)

“What are you trying to do?” Lydia asks finally.

“Fix Derek,” Stiles says, not bothering to dissemble – Lydia’s been lied to enough. “You know, before someone or something else tries to use him.”

Keeping Tabs by Cousin Shelley

(12,896 I Teen I Complete I Also has Stiles and Peter Friendship)

After Erica’s death at the hands of the alphas, Stiles wants to be there for Derek, but Derek just wants to be alone. In the process of waiting him out, Stiles comes up with a plan to stay a step ahead of the alpha pack, and ends up spending lots of quality time with Cora and Peter.

Inertia by apocryphal

(21,608 I Mature I Complete I Warning: Panic Attacks I Road Trip)

The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

Dude, Werewolves by mysecretashes

(29,623 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

If I Followed You Home by tryslora

(34,604 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles is living on his own in New York when he sees the unthinkable: one woman pushes another onto the tracks just before a subway comes. With Scott not moving in for several days, he is on his own with his grief and horror, and he decides to find closure by attending the dead woman’s funeral where he discovers that (1) the guy he’s been crushing on is the dead woman’s brother, and (2) her family somewhat adopts him, and (3) the woman who killed her might just want to kill him now. Life just got complicated.

A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku

(45,261 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year.

And he really didn’t know how that had happened.

Science of Evasion by gsmaxwell

(64,860 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek had thought Cora had died in the fire. There was a stamp on her files, somewhere, with a bright red DECEASED and a life insurance policy processed, paid, and received. It wasn’t like they could just stroll into the school office and enroll midyear whoopsie-daisy do-over without some kind of legal explanation. However when Stiles mentioned it Cora looked at him like he had suggested disemboweling puppies.

But, as time wore on, it became obvious that though the Hales self-described as a ‘close-knit family pack’ there was only so long those strings could last without fraying.

Just the Same by ericaismeg

(68,066 I General I Complete I High School AU)

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.
***
“I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.

Enjoy the epic amounts of sass,

Angsty

low-key-gay-hyena  asked:

So it's my birthday tomorrow and usually, like the past 18 years of my life, I just spend it alone. Because I didn't really have friends and many family is spread out all over the place we never get together. And I couldn't help but think of Derek and how alone he must have felt or the fear from running away from hunters during his birthdays. But then cue Stiles giving him the biggest ass birthday ever! And the pack is there and everything is perfect! Stiles is like my partner who was and (1/2)

Is my best friend of all time! He’s made it his mission to give me the best birthday ever. And even though I could just go for spending time with him, he just makes sure all my favorite things are there and ah! All I see is Stiles giving Derek everything his little heart ever desired! Can I get a Hale yes?!?!

First of all….

I wish I had time to write you something, but alas my degree is frowning at me at the thought! *pouts*

I am so pleased you are having a good Birthday this year and yes this is exactly what Stiles would do! 

Have I ever told you guys about my headcanon for this?

Because, see, Derek is a Christmas baby. 

And for his Birthday, Stiles secretly tries to find replicas of all the books Derek lost in the fire- because Derek is a giant book nerd, but not just a general book nerd, but he had, like, specific, rare books his dad bought for him and stuff that were lost.

So, he asks Cora if she remembers any of the books and she snorts, says she couldn’t not remember those damn books. Derek carried them with him everywhere he went. And it turns out Cora has an awesome memory, like a photographic memory, and it takes her no time at all to give Stiles around 50 book titles.

It takes Stiles months to track down these books, especially the out of print ones, going to libraries, sometimes driving as far as 12-15 hours  just to see if he can purchase the book from a library that has it, or at least copy it and print it out on his own- damn the cost- and of course, because this is Stiles, he manages to get most people to agree to it.

By Christmas day (Derek’s Birthday), Stiles has this big box of books, and going to the loft discovers Derek has decorated it. Like, not in any commercial way, it isn’t filled with Santas and snow, but there is this big Christmas tree and these ornaments that look very traditional, and Derek is just sitting in the middle of all of it, looking up at Stiles when he comes in, says “it’s my way of having them here", going on to explain how all the Christmas stuff was always kept in the vault because it’s been in their family for generations. And fuck, that just breaks Stiles’ heart because Derek is shaking as he puts the last ornament on the tree and there are presents under it too. He sees the pack’s names on different ones and then names like “Mom” and “Dad” and “Laura”.

And so Stiles just sits down, pulling this box of books behind him, thinking it’s now or never, asking Derek to open it. And at first Derek frowns, thinking Stiles has got him one of those pop up toys, the kind that scare you, and those things terrify him, okay? Terrify. But the way Stiles is looking at him convinces him it’s not a trick, so he opens it up. 

At first he doesn’t think it’s real, because Stiles didn’t-

“Why?” he asks, and Stiles shrugs, says, “because you deserve to be happy again.“ And then, maybe ducking his head, hoping beyond hope he’s not about to fuck this up, adds “and because you’re my sourwolf”.

Derek takes out all the books then, one by one, not knowing what to say to that, even though his heart is beating so fast. Instead, he tells Stiles about each book, BUT HERE’S THE THING TOO OKAY. One of the books he lost at school when he was fourteen. He left it in the locker room after practice one day and he had been so upset because that one had been a present from his mom and dad, they had brought it back from their trip to Germany, and right at the bottom of the box is this really familiar book.

Do you see where I am going with this????

And opening it up, inside reads “to Derek, Happy Birthday, love mom and dad”. And Derek stares at it and stares at it because this is not a replica! Because there is his mom's writing!!!! And his dad’s added kisses at the bottom! Stiles hadn’t even opened the book up, so he had no idea about the inscription, but remembers that one came from the local library in Beacon hills, so maybe someone handed it in all those years ago?

Derek holds the book close to him all day while Stiles makes them lunch and puts on Christmas movies for them to watch, falling asleep on the couch just looking at it, afraid to read it. Afraid it might disappear.

The next morning, he wakes up to Stiles holding a hot chocolate in front of him, and maybe Derek just leans up and kisses him, a thank you, but also so much more. Stiles smiles, biting his lip nervously, trying to think of a joke, but all he manages to say is “I put extra marshmallows in your drink.”

And so for the rest of boxing day they just tell stories and huddle up under one blanket and kiss a little, but mostly just enjoying being in each other’s company. Derek reads the book out to Stiles and Stiles tries to find it interesting, maybe on his own he wouldn’t really, but coming from Derek he listens to every word because sometimes you just have that person who makes everything in life worth listening to, makes it interesting, and Derek is that person for Stiles. And of course Stiles adds a few snarky comments here and there and Derek snarks right back and then maybe they make love or something, I don’t know, but I do know they live happily ever after.

Hello everyone!

So let me just say… yesterday was one of the worst days I have had in a long time. Basically my college drawing teacher said that I don’t belong in my current drawing class because of my lack of drawing skill (at least for the class’s level) and she basically told me that I have no sense of composition or meaning in my work… Having a teacher tell you that you basically have no chance of making it in the class that you are trying REALLY hard in SUCKS… Especially when art is my LIFE.

SO WITH THAT SAID I’m feeling better today but got home yesterday and took out my sadness and anger with this piece. Corazon and Law really reminded me of how I feel… and I wanted to draw Cora-san protecting Law because I was like Law yesterday, I lost hope there for a while. SO really this piece was super therapeutic, my best friend came over and helped talk me through my issues, and now I’m back to normal. I hope YOU all like my art and I want to send a heartfelt thank you to Eichiro Oda… One Piece has helped me so much in life… Thanks everyone for helping me remember that art is my passion even when someone says I’ll fail.

By the way today’s chapter was amazing and touching with Cora-san and Law… nearly made me cry.

anonymous asked:

I just want one episode where isaac,jackson,derek,cora and braeden come back and one of them say " I heard u were in trouble and thought you need some help

Originally posted by giantsfan1218

That would be everything I could ever dream for. Yes please. Jackson. Oh my god, I need to see Jackson as a werewolf. I need to see Braeden kick ass. I need to see Derek in his wolf form and human form again. I need to see Isaac’s smirk. I need to see Cora be awesome again. I NEED IT ALL. XXXX