cora is missing. i hate that she is missing but still

What Our Dead Teach (p1)

(Alpha!Derek, werefox!Stiles, canon violence, mild gore, spoopy stuff, some pack angst, some post nogitsune and other stuff angst, anchors.)


This shouldn’t have happened.

His nail breaks when he sinks his fingers into the earth like claws, and pulls himself forward as far as he can. There’s no point in holding in the loud hiss of pain that leaves him, or the long, drawn out groan as he drags himself across the ground at a snail’s pace. He’s been in the woods since nightfall, and by the look of the sky right now, Stiles would say it’s just about time to get up and go to school. For normal teenagers, anyway.

In times like this, he misses being one of those teens. To get up, eat a Pop-Tart, find that missing sock, run out the door with a quick hello-goodbye to his dad coming home, and off to school in his Jeep. Totally average high school student stuff sounds marginally better than crawling around in the dirt, bleeding, bruised, there’s definitely some snot and tear action going on here, maybe some broken bones, too.

Stiles drags himself forward another inch, and tries to remind himself that this isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to him. It’s not, there are worse things. He just can’t… think of any of them right now.

“Really fucking helpful, brain.”

His brain reminds him that talking to himself isn’t a good sign. It also comes up with a worse thing: Gerard. Murdered friends. Nogitsune.

“Good one,” he mutters to himself, reaching out with his now-bleeding hand and fastening his fingers around a tree root. It provides him with much better leverage than the stupid dirt, and Stiles manages to actually pull himself into a half-reclining position. It’s not ideal, but it will do.

It’s almost light enough to see the body he left behind in the clearing by the time he realizes he’s been leaning against a tree doing nothing for at least twenty minutes. Swearing under his breath, Stiles sticks his—Ow ripped off finger nail shit—hand into his pocket to pull out the small vial he shoved in there before leaving the house. Inside, the thick, ink-like substance seems to shudder and look at him as he swirls the stuff in front of his face. He grimaces at the smell when he pulls the top off, and tries not to think too hard about where it came from. This is not what he wanted, not the way things were supposed to go. No one’s supposed to do this, and for, like, twenty different really good reasons.

But, Stiles can see the body through the trees.

He can see a leg twitching.

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sterek au: landlord!derek and tenant!stiles

based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3


Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.

The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.

“Oh?” the man replies.

“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.

“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”

“What’s typical?”

Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”

The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”

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The Ones That Got Away

Uh…I wrote another one? >.> Another prompt, another fic. I’m super glad to be on this creative wave, but also hella suspicious. Let’s see how this goes!

Fear of hating this one slightly less so there was a read through, but again unbeta’d.

(Also if you can guess which book I referenced in this I’ll love you forever ok ok)

EDIT: Oh and I would like to thank everyone for the great feedback and response I got on the last fic! In like 2 days that became my most popular thing……ever.

“C’mon Derek!” Laura whined from the living room, “I would like to eat that popcorn sometime this millennium!”

Derek rolled his eyes and dumped the third bag of popcorn into their largest mixing bowl. Between him Laura, and Cora they could each eat one bag. Putting it all together like this meant a lot less arguing.

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You, little human. Part. II – Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: Focused on season 3A of Teen Wolf. I’ll play with the way the pack discovers who Darach is. In this imagine, the Reader is twin sister of Stiles Stilinski, belongs to the same social circle that he, except for the detail that she knows nothing of the supernatural creatures, mainly to protect her. The Reader has a crush on Derek Hale.

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Reader’s point of view

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Your name: submit What is this?

The only thing that asked me at the moment, What the hell happened to me? Or how many times did Stiles pass the Jeep over me? It hurt to the last bone in my body. I was between sleep and consciousness, I could hear footsteps around me, whispers but my mind was lost again in that dark forest that accompanied me every night while I slept, or tried. I was on the ground, I couldn’t feel the grass under my hands but when I looked up I met those red eyes again, looked back fiercely as they slowly grew larger. Suddenly, the clouds dissipated and they let the full moon, which, like its luminosity, allowed me to see the owner of those eyepieces. I didn’t say anything when Miss Blake’s silhouette formed, but her eyes were no longer red, yet the sharp look was still there as her hands, strangely clawlike, were thrown against my neck.

I didn’t realize I was screaming until a powerful hands held me by the shoulders. I opened my eyes quickly and look every inch of the place where I had finished. We were no longer in high school. I struggled to identify the new site more, however, my eyes clashed with those of Derek, the owner of those hands on my shoulders. I also didn’t realize when I sat in what appeared to be a bed, too comfortable to be the floor or a sofa. I relaxed just a little.

“Are you sure my sister is not … that thing that is Lydia?”

My glance quickly returned to Stiles’s voice, who pretended to scratch his ear. But how heavy, i hadn’t screamed so loudly, had i? Beside he, was Lydia who rolled her eyes and shook her head, then came up to me with a glass of water, I accepted it without knowing what the hell happened after seeing those black veins in Derek’s arm.

“What happened?” I asked, looking at the crystalline liquid in the glass.

They were silent for a long time.

“It’s a long story,” Derek commented, removing his hands from me. My stomach contracted with his touch.

“You can start with … the thing that you are.” I pursed my lips and looked at Stiles who looked more uneasy now. “Miss Blake mentioned something about Scott’s pack.” I looked at the three who were there with me.

Lydia and Derek exchanged glances.

“Seriously, it’s a very long story, little sister.” Stiles approached. “Derek is a werewolf … a bad werewolf.” This one looked at him without a smile. “Scott was converted by Derek’s uncle who is hanging around, Cora is also a werewolf. Derek became an alpha when he killed Peter, his uncle” Lydia rolled her eyes, again "And I’m  the mastermind behind these puppies ”

I tried to assimilate the tangled and confusing information that my brother gave me, i knew him, knew his entanglements and that was almost lousy explaining, but I was left alone to know who were werewolves.

“Derek killed his uncle … but he’s still alive?” I mumbled.

“Long story” Stiles and Derek responded at the same time.

Really? I was beginning to hate that phrase.

“I think that was my fault,” Lydia said, pursing her lips.

 "Isaac is also a werewolf.“ I looked nowhere in particular.

"Converted by Derek,” my brother said. The man nodded.

I also did it and I began to remember when it was the exact moment when Isaac began to change his attitude, he looked confident but at the same time nervous, also, from one day to another began to look like the typical bad boy, but Is Isaac it? There was nothing left for him. I also remembered the moments when Scott and Stiles looked attentive in his presence, as if they were waiting for him to launch into someone’s throat. Then two other people covered my mind.

“If Isaac is a werewolf, then …” My eyes only stopped at Derek “Erika and Boyd” Only a few days after the death of the latter “They were …” Der looked down and nodded “They didn’t die in an accident , did they?”

Stiles put a hand on Derek’s shoulder, if Isaac was converted by Derek then the other two too, they were his “pack”  I pursed my lips, watching the werewolf’s countenance, seemed hurt, restless, suffering, although this last thing I noticed in the day to day of him. I knew his story, it was no joke that of being friends, somehow managed to come to trust me, at least not as much as I thought. There was still the issue that I have been hiding this from since I don’t know how much.

"Why didn’t  you tell me about this?”

“For your protection,” Stiles answered. This time I noticed his duller look. “We wanted you to be out of this, to lead a normal life, even if you said it was boring, but at least you were safe”

“Did we want to?”

Stiles looked at Derek, there was the other reason why I keep ignorant.

“I wasn’t so safe considering that Jennifer took me to high school with lies” I bit my lip remembering that little nightmare in the classroom, where I thought it was a simple outburst of jealousy by that mad woman. Then she is also something  "She said that only Stiles was human"  I looked at the redhead  "Lydia?“

"She is something”, answered my brother again.

Lydia licked her lips and hesitated.

“I’m a … banshee”

I looked at her, a what? How many supernatural creatures existed in Beacon Hills? Would a clan of vampires find me? In that case I could have my own vampire movie, except that in this issue, I would probably stay with the werewolf. I shook my head and turned back to my twin.

“Does Dad know about all this?” My brother’s eyes went out again, I even noticed that he got moistened, but what? No. My heart started beating in a hurry, not my dad “Stiles?” I trembled, “What happened?”

“We think Jennifer captured him, we don’t know where he is” This time it was Lydia who responded. I felt a lump in my throat.

“And Derek literally slept with the enemy,” my brother said.

“Stiles!” Exclaimed Derek. I looked away.

“Then … you told me these last days that he would be late and left very early in the morning … never got home, Stiles.” My eyes filled with tears. My father, they didn’t know where he was, much less if he was well.

“I wanted to protect you, he didn’t want you to know the truth either”

“God” I hugged my knees and hid my face between them. I was beginning to feel dizzy. It was too much to assimilate, too much to live for, and not only that, my dad was kidnapped and I didn’t even know if he was still breathing or not. How long had Stiles thought I would keep under that deception? At some point I had to realize.

“Stiles” I heard Derek. The rest of them were surely exchanged in silence.

“We’re going to wait for Scott.” I heard Lydia’s voice, then her steps away.

I knew that in the loft, which was where I finally discovered that I was, only Derek and I remained. I was sitting on his bed, honestly, I didn’t expect to end up here like that, not with so much to understand and discover.


“Why?” I raised my eyes full of tears to him.

“Protection, remember it”

“No, why my father?”

Derek grimaced and put his hand on one of my arms. To say that I was comforted by his touch was a lie, but right now I just had to stay here and listen to everything he had to say, besides, I felt that there was a lot of what he and I had to talk about, and not precisely about the subject Of the werewolves.

“You were dating her, right?” Derek nodded “Oh”

“I didn’t know she was something … in your unconsciousness, Scott and Stiles told me what they know”

“I don’t worry about that”

Derek shrugged. Yes, I wanted it to be more explicit.

“why her? Der, you know my feelings for you”

“Y/N, I’m much older than you. We can’t”

I went a little closer to him, my inner jumped because at no time he pulled away or stopped me. I smiled halfway.

“Just a few years. Why do you break my heart? ”

“It wasn’t my intention.” He looked into my eyes. His blue ones fascinated me, I couldn’t stop seeing them once I was with them. “I thought, being with you would put you in more danger. It was better when you didn’t know anything ”

“Why?” Would he rather have me in ignorance so as not to deal with my feelings? Now if I’m going to vomit “Would you get rid of me easily?”

He smiled, as he rarely does.

“Not exactly.” His hand rose to caress my cheek. I sighed “With you I started to feel less … alone. You have always been there to listen to me even though I couldn’t tell you everything about me, you conformed to what you knew ” I shook my head “Believe me, not a pack of ten werewolves would make me feel less alone, as you have done ”

“What does that mean?”

“That I fell in love with you, Y/N, but I couldn’t have you by my side, not with all that entails. As Stiles said, you deserve to live a normal life”

“And boring. I hate that” I complained “But, now I am in your world, you can do nothing, Derek, unless you know to erase the memory”

Another smile … and a laugh. I also smile. Derek nodded and pressed his lips against mine, how many times had i imagined this? Uncountable, it felt like an eternity to have waited for this moment. His lips against mine, age no longer mattered, nor were we different species, none of that interested me, I was in love with Derek Hale, not the werewolf. But the situation didn’t allow us to arrive at more, I mean, we wouldn’t sit down to see Netflix or we would go through the streets announcing that at last we were together. Knowing certain things now brought new responsibilities and even if they didn’t want it, perhaps i was about to belong to his pack. I could help, somehow.

The loft doors opened with haste we barely allowed and we parted.

“Bad time,” my brother exclaimed, looking away. I blushed “And I say it for you, not for us”

“She’s on her way, I heard her,” Scott said. Derek stood up and helped me do it too.

“I know what to do, go.” Stiles and Scott went to hide in a corner. I didn’t see Lydia anywhere “Hide it, you’ll be fine”

She? Was Jennifer Blake back? I nodded quickly and ran behind the stairs, because it was night and the dim lighting around us, lent itself to a good hiding place. I only fought the tremors of my body and my breathing. That I knew all this was just scary and then, Derek alone in the middle of the loft without support apparently, I was going crazy, if that woman was something, then it became a danger. For all of us. Suddenly the werewolf moved toward the stairs, Without taking a look to me, hiding in the dark. I held my breath and the temptation to touch him. I hid a little more in the night.

The loft doors opened. My heart pounded a little faster.

“Derek.” Her voice pierced my ears. “Derek, where are you?” I spotted her in the middle of the room looking around, for a second I feared she might find me, or my brother and his best friend.

Derek stepped out of the shadows and I had to fight not to jump on him, it was too much for me to see him alone with her and not because she was a supposed rival, but because she was the enemy, my father’s alleged kidnapper. I covered my mouth when she hugged him … and he returned the hug. From where I was alone I could see part of the silhouette of her, because Derek’s back covered almost the whole scene.

Jennifer said something that had happened in high school, my attack of course, so I understood. She had never seen Derek in the hallway helping me. She didn’t know that he was already aware of what he had done and that she was the enemy they were looking for. I bit my lip.

She let go of the embrace and looked around, I was afraid she realized that they weren’t the only two in that place. I feared to spoil everything, but her eyes connected again with his.

“I need to tell you something before you hear it for someone else.” What? Was she going to confess what she did to me?

“From whom?” I loved the way Derek fooled her. I smiled halfway.

“Scott and Stiles. They are going to tell you things … things you shouldn’t believe. You have to trust me, you have to trust me”

I looked to one side, where I supposed the other two were hidden. What would they be thinking? Of course the three of them already had a plan I knew nothing about, my collaboration here was to keep myself hidden as a damsel in distress. Awful.

“What is it?”

“Promise me to listen to me.” I rolled my eyes, how could anyone be so fake?

“I promise.” My heart skipped a beat just to hear those words.

But what almost made me scream is when she kissed him. I couldn’t see if it was matched or not but I had to cling to one of the edges of the stairs to avoid ruining the whole plan. So I just swallowed the lump in my throat and waited there, full of impotence. Then the kiss was over and she walked away with a different face.

“They’re here, aren’t they?” Her voice had deepened. Hell, she’d discovered the plan, though i didn’t know exactly what it was.

I heard footsteps, I went a little closer to them without getting out of the darkness that protected me. I got to see Scott and Stiles, the latter seemed to have tears on his cheeks. I knew what he was thinking and soon the tears also reached my eyes.

“We told her that you’re the only one killing people,” Scott exclaimed.

Jennifer turned and smiled, just as she had smiled when she cornered me in the classroom.

“Oh true, human sacrifices cutting their throats,” she said sarcastically. “Yes, I probably did it on my lunch break, considering the rest of my time was spent in a classroom teaching you English. That makes a lot of sense!

I rolled my eyes.

Where is my dad?

"Where’s my dad?” I thought about it and my brother said it. More tears came from my eyes.

“How should I know?” She turned to Derek. “Tell me you don’t believe in this.” Again the honeyed tone.

The silence that made me terrified, why Derek didn’t respond? Why didn’t he tell her that he didn’t trust her? Was he hesitating? I hated not being able to see his countenance.

“Do you know what happened to Stiles’s father?” He replied in response.

I closed my eyes, I would have liked to know where my dad was, and whether he was right or not. I would have liked myself to have Jennifer talk, she couldn’t mess with my family, I couldn’t lose my father, I couldn’t stand it. I heard voices, as they continued to argue, as she tried to become the martyr, I heard the mention of Lydia, so she did something to her too. I sighed. I was beginning to get dizzy, I needed to know already that my father was perfectly well.

“… And one that they can’t prove, by the way” I returned to the present.

Jennifer was looking at my friends with threats. Did she seriously plan on remaining the innocent and victim of this? He had bruises that proved the opposite.

“What if we can?” I looked at Scott, holding a jar in front of him.

“What is that?” Jennifer asked, as did my mind.

Scott explained that it was a powder she could use, that his boss had given him … Deaton? Did he also know about this? And that same dust could be used against her.


She barely gave time to ask when Scott threw that powder at her. Derek stepped back to allow me a clear vision of the woman who in seconds became something I had to cover my mouth to avoid shouting, But what the hell was that? Then she returned to the human form. I slammed my back against the ladder. Jennifer looked at Derek for a few seconds before attempting to escape but he caught her. I let out a gasp, Stiles and Scott took a step forward.

“Wait, Derek, you need me.” I heard Jennifer. “I’m the only one who can save your sister. Call Peter. "Derek obeyed but I couldn’t hear what he was talking about with this Peter, his voice was too low for the distance I was in. I started to shake, what if he killed Jennifer?

"Derek, what are you doing?” Scott sounded terrified.

“Her life is in my hands!” She groaned.

I noticed Derek lifting her, making the grip even harder.

“Stop, Derek, stop.” I heard Stiles.

That was the moment I decided to leave. I bumped into Derek’s back and rested my hands there, he realized but it didn’t help.

“She knows where my father is … please, Derek … stop.” He didn’t loosen his hand. I stood beside him and placed mine on his arm.

“You’ll never find Stilinski.” She gasped.

“Please” I begged in a broken voice “I can’t lose my father”

“Derek,” Scott and I exclaimed in unison.

Derek let go of Jennifer who collapsed on the floor and pulled me out of the way. I started crying with my hands on my chest, all this was worse than my nightmare, I preferred to be in there instead of this place.

Jennifer started laughing and looked at us all, finishing her eyes on me.

“It’s true, you need me” She looked back at Derek and then at my friends “You all need me” He turned her eyes to mine “And you too, little human”

“Go!” Exclaimed Derek. “We’ll find us there”

I was only aware when Scott took Jennifer’s arm, after which I was caught by Derek’s arms and chest.


halesstiles  asked:

"Don't be fucking rude."

Stiles was fuming. He was the ‘hold me back’, seeing red, might Hulk out, kind of angry. “Who the fuck keyed my Jeep?”

The parking lot outside of Beacon Hills High School was frighteningly quiet, he could hear the blood pounding in his ears as he looked at the key marks. Whoever had done it had cut through the paint and into the metal, it wouldn’t be a cheap fix and it looked like it had taken some real strength.

“I hate to tell you this,” Scott whispered, “But they slashed your back tires too.”

“What the FUCK,” Stiles all but screamed. He had been having such a great day too. Well he had been having a great week actually, someone would fucking key his car and slash his tires on a Friday after one of his best weeks ever.

He was about to grab his baseball bat out of the back of the Jeep and start smashing something when a warm hand squeezed the back of his neck. He turned to see Derek standing next to him, his shoulder almost touching Stiles’.

“There are cameras by the front of the school, they’ll find whoever did it,” Derek told him. The mere presence of Derek helped Stiles calm down a little, “Just take a breath, I think Lydia already called the police.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I am sorry you are sad, I hope writing it out will help, so here is a prompt: DrunkRegina verse, Robin tells her he cannot be her mentor anymore (due to being in love with her of course) or Robin tells her they need to set up boundaries otherwise the whole mentor thing won't work. Another for the What Once Was Lost verse cuz i miss it so very much: Huge fight where Regina says she never wants to get back her memories of him or more like them. Thank you! I hope you'll feel better soon! <3

Okay so, I went with the Sponsor Verse prompt just because that one is literally written just on a prompt basis whereas I’m currently in the middle of a complete re-write of What Once Was Lost as I still like the premise of the fic but I don’t like my original writing for it. I’ll post a sneak peek of the new version below the Sponsor Verse prompt. Thank you lovely xo

Sponsor Verse

“It’s just…” he sighs, swallows thickly and drops his eyes from her face, from the hurt there, “it isn’t working anymore. It’s nothing personal,” he hates himself for lying to her because it is personal, of course it’s personal, “I just can’t continue on like this. I have a friend though, John. He’s agreed to take my place and continue on with your weekly sessions. He’ll look after you.”

“I don’t want another mentor, Robin,” she shakes her head, taking a step closer that he matches with a step back and he can practically feel the betrayal rolling off of her in waves, can taste it. “I don’t understand, we’ve been doing so well, I’ve been doing so well?”

“Of course you have,” he chances a glance up and wishes he hadn’t because there are tears in those dark eyes now and he just wants to take her into his arms and apologise, tell her he doesn’t mean it, kiss those glistening tracks from her- “But I’ve already made my mind up,” because this can’t continue. He’s supposed to be caring for her, keeping her on track, not falling in love with her for fucks sake. She deserves better than that. She deserves better than him. “I’m going back to England at the end of the month.”

“You’re…” she gasps as though he’s stolen the very air that she breathes and he hates that he’s done this to her, that he’s let himself get too close when she’s so vulnerable and in need of so much more. “You can’t.”

“Regina,” he begins, swallowing thickly against his own emotions because it’ll only complicate things if she sees how much this is killing him, “I-“

“No, Robin,” her voice trembles along with her chin as she shakes her head at him, “I’m better with you,” and there’s no pretence in her now, no denial of feelings she shouldn’t be having for him as there has been before when they’ve gotten too close to doing something stupid and he aches for her. “I’m better with you, you make me better.”

“John can-“

“I don’t give a fuck about John or anyone else for that matter.”

A tear escapes, rolls down his cheek.

“You and Henry, you make me better. You make me want to be better, for you. You can’t just leave me,” her momentary burst of anger ebbs out of her like breath from her lungs as she whimpers, “please don’t leave me,” takes another step forward and then another before he can move away, grasping at his arms as she pushes her forehead against his own and all but begs, “please don’t leave me.”

What Once Was Lost - Sneak Peak (Re-write) It’s a big preview to (hopefully) see if you guys are still interested in it!

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anonymous asked:

I know this isn't necessarily Sterek, but are there any cute stories about Cora and Derek just being cute siblings?

What a good idea. I love anything to do with the Hale siblings! I couldn’t find much that only focused on them so here’s lists where they are still cute but not the focus. - Anastasia

Originally posted by dobedit

Daddy’s Little Archer by dementorsatemysoup

(1/1 I 2,458 I General I Sterek)

One of Allison’s phases is more than Derek bargained for…

no need to say goodbye by scepticallyopenminded

(1/1 I 2,496 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

He clenches his fist as he thinks this, as his eyes flash. He’s annoyed, has never had this much trouble with controlling anything, not even his mouth or his anxiety, and it sucks, makes him feel a bit like he’s backed up a few years, no control of his own body again. He hates this feeling of no control, it reminds him too much of being possessed by something. 

lift you to your higher ground by verity

(1/1 I 4,842 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek takes a deep breath before he looks up. “I was going to Jungle to pick up a guy.”

“Huh.” Stiles taps his fingers against his bottom lip. They come away red; there’s already lipstick on his teeth. “You know, there’s an app for that. Grindr. You're—I bet you could just get guys to come over, like pizza delivery.”

“I don’t like pizza,” Derek says.

I’m gonna write another traveling song by MemeKon

(1/1 I 5,731 I Teen I Sterek)

They are in Santa Rosa when he gets the first text.

‘im sorry’

Derek stares at it for what feels like a minute but is probably twenty seconds.

Still excessive.

The phone beeps again.

'for the Kate thing i mean. i’m sorry for bringing it up and rubbing your face in it’

who’s gonna run this town tonight by callunavulgari

(1/1 I 6,880 I Mature I Sterek)

“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.”

Inertia by apocryphal

(1/1 I 21,608 I Mature I Sterek)

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.

You Can Floor Me Now by MissLouisa

(34/34 I 59,114 I Explicit I Cora/Lydia)

Cora is1 going to win Gold at the summer Olympics for diving this year. Maybe even twice.

If she doesn’t get too distracted by a certain redhead on her brother’s gymnastics team.

She’s pretty convinced they’re all going to medal, though.

Spellbound by WitticasterCole

(12/12 I 61,923 I Mature I Sterek)

This is the story of how Cora Hale came home, and why it took her seven years to do so, featuring werewolves, ghosts, minotaurs, wandering magicians, talking birds, gryphons, wolpertingers, assassins, and one particularly stubborn federal investigator.

It’s also a story about magic, and how it works, and–more importantly–why.

A Life for a Life, Makes the Whole World Bound by augopher

(26/26 I 90,697 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy.
The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He’d definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three.“ Everything clicked into place.
So…he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek.
With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his 'Rules and Regulations’ was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained.
Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?

Ghost (Pack Imagine) Part Four


Pairing: Pack x Reader

Words: 1,398

Warning: cussing

A/N: The part everyone have been waiting for…. *drum rolls* Part four to Ghost! WELL.. not everyone, lol. But yeah, sorry it took legit 5 freaking months for the next part to come out xD Got to say, not the best I’ve written, but I hope it’s enough. Have an amazing summer xxx

 Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

There was silence on both side of the phone, neither Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Y/N or Derek dared to break the pregnant silence until he spoke quietly in shocked.


“H-hey..” Y/N whispered, voice trembling, matching her shaking hand that held the phone. 

“Oh my god…” Derek whispered, still in shock, that his youngest baby sister is still alive, or somewhat alive. He remembered from where Scott told him his youngest sister was now a ghost. 

“How is that possible..” Derek questioned quietly, “I- I saw you.. in t-the fire that night..”

“I know, Der. I thought I was dead too.” Y/N told Derek using the nickname she called him. The pack looked at Y/N with sympathetic, because they all heard the horrible story about what happened. 

“But then I woke up in our house. I-I don’t know how long ago since the fire ended, but the whole house was burnt and in ash. Y-You and everyone else were no where to be seen.” Y/N told Derek stuttering, and she started to tear up a bit. 

Scott noticed, and ushered everyone out of the room and into the kitchen, to give Y/N and Derek some privacy. 

“At first.. I-I thought that you were all dead, but then I saw you! And Uncle Peter.. coming back to the house! Or what’s left of it.. I tried talking to you, but it seemed like you were ignoring me since none of you answered or talked back to me.” Y/N said sadly, remembering what it felt like to be invisible, and she hated it! 

“Then, one day, Uncle Pete and you were arguing about something, and Uncle Pete walked through me.That was when I realised that I was a ghost and you guys couldn’t hear, or talk to me or see me.”

“Wait.. But I don’t understand. How come Scott and the others could see you while I can’t see you that time? How come I could hear you now?” Derek asked. 

“To be honest, I don’t know actually. But I think that it’s because you believed that I was dead that time, sort of like you lost hope in me being alive, so you’re unable to see me. And since Scott and the rest didn’t know much about the fire, and me, they could see me and saw me as a normal person. ” Y/N tried to explain, “But now you believed that I was alive, you can hear me. To be honest, I didn’t think you would hear me when I talked through the phone. 

“T-That was because after Scott told me about you, I had a little bit of hope in me. I know that Scott wouldn’t lie about something like this. I-I’m so sorry Y/N” Derek apologised, his voice cracking a bit, which meant he was on the verge of crying. 

“It’s okay big bro. It’s okay. There’s nothing you should be sorry for, you didn’t know.” Y/N comforted Derek, while comforting herself because she was nearly on the verge to cry also. She wished she could hug him at the moment. 

“So,” Y/N sniffed and looked up at the ceiling to try and get rid of the tears. “How’s my favourite sister?” 

“Cora’s doing fine, she’s not here currently though.” Derek said, “I’m going to start packing. And I’m coming back to Beacon Hills with Cora.” Y/N could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone, meaning that Derek was moving around. 

She didn’t bother questioning why Derek and Cora left in the first place, but she could tell that it must have an important reason why they did. 

“Yeah, okay. I’ll.. see you soon..” Y/N said, not knowing what to talk about anymore. There was a bit of silence and more shuffling. 

“I miss you.” Y/N spoke quietly to the phone, thinking that Derek wouldn’t hear him. But the shuffling stopped. 

“I miss you too. I miss you so fucking much.” Derek spoked sincerely. Y/N smiled. 

“I got to go now.”

“Alright, bye. See you soon.” Derek said. 

Y/N replied, “Bye.” 

Just as she was about to hang up, she heard Derek shouted from the phone, “Wait Y/N!”

She quickly place the phone near her ear again, “Yeah?”

“I love you sis.” Derek spoke softly. 

“I love you too big bro.” Y/N said, a wide smile on her face before she ended the call. She sat on the couch for a while, many thoughts went through her mind. 

After 5 minutes of silences, Y/N stood up and went to the kitchen where the whole pack was. 

“Thank you for letting me talk to my brother, Scott.” Y/N thanked Scott as she handed his phone back She then faced everyone else, and thanked them all. 

“So, what did Derek said?” Scott asked, a smile on his face. Happy that Y/N looked really happy after a long long time. It made him happy that he and the rest of his pack could help her reunite with her family again.

“He’s coming back soon. He’s already started packing.” Y/N replied happily, excited to meet her older brother after years of not seeing him and being able to contact him. 

“Not to break the excitement and happiness here, but you also forgot the fact that you’re still a… ghost.” Stiles awkwardly included to the conversation. Y/N’s face dimmed, a frown replacing her smile. 

“Right, that stupid part where I’m still a fucking ghost.” Y/N mumbled. Stiles frowned, regretted mentioning that she was still a ghost and ruined her happy moment. 

“But hey! We’ll find some solution for it! We always do! Right Scott?” Stiles exclaimed, looking at Scott who stared back at him, shaking his head lightly, panic shown. Malia, who stood next to Stiles, stomped at his foot, smiled. 

“Ow..” Stiles mumbled and jumped a bit from the pain. Y/N couldn’t see any of it happening as Stiles and Malia stood behind the counter and Scott was behind her. 

“Right..” Scott said, dragging the word. Y/N beamed, turning around to look at Scott.

“Thank you! I know I can always count on you!” Y/N exclaimed happily again. There was murmurs of agreement from Lydia, Kira, Malia and Liam, while Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, nervously. But Y/N was too happy to notice any of that happening. 

“Well… I better head home? I guess, it’s not really a home or house anymore, but whatever. See you all tomorrow at school?” Y/N asked.

“Oh Y/N! You could stay at my house, if you want? You don’t have to, but you know, years of living in the old burnt Hale’s house must be boring and lonely.. no offence. If you stay, we could all have a pack sleepover?” Scott suggested. 

“Oh no! I don’t want to be a burden, besides, ghosts don’t really sleep… I guess.. I just usually stay up all night. If I’m lucky, I could actually nap a bit.” Y/n declined. 

“Oh come on Y/N! We could get to know each other better, now that you’re here, you don’t have to be alone anymore at school! Unless that’s what you want..” Lydia trailed off, shrugging her shoulders, not meanting for it to sound mean, but knowing that was the way she could convince Y/N to stay

Y/N stood and thought for a moment. She sighed and nodded. What does she have to lose?

“Okay fine fine.” Y/N agreed with a smile. 

“Just let me call my mom first.” Lydia said, grabbing her phone from her purse and walked outside to talk with her mom.

“Me too.” Kira and Liam said in unison before walking after Lydia to talk to their parents. Stiles was already sleeping over at Scott’s house. 

“Hey Scott? Can I talk to you for a moment?” Malia spoked. Scott looked at her questioningly. 

“Sure.” Both Scott and Malia went upstairs to the hall where they talked. 

“Scott, since Y/N is Derek’s little sister, doesn’t that make her and I cousins? Since Peter is my father and is her uncle..” Malia asked unsure of the whole situation. 

“Oh wow, I never thought of that yet! Now that you mentioned, yes. You’re both cousins!” Scott told Malia. 

“Do you think… I should tell her?” Malia asked, leaning against the wall. 

“That’s really up to you, Malia. She’s your cousin after all.” Scott shrugged. 

“Okay. Thanks Scott.” 

“No problem! Let’s go back downstairs to the others.” 

Our Absolution (1/2)

Summary: Liam Jones waits in the Underworld for his little brother. It does not go as planned.

A/N: First chapter is very Liam-focused, but the next chapter will be pretty heavily Captain Swan+Liam.


Years ago, when Liam Jones awoke to find that his father had sold him and his younger brother into servitude, he made a promise. He promised to never abandon his younger brother, to always be there for him in times of need. He carries that promise through years of servitude, and later years serving in the Navy. So when Liam Jones dies, he knows that he must continue holding true to that promise, because Killian is more alone than ever. Therefore, when given the option to pass through the Underworld or stay in the waiting place, he naturally chooses to wait.

As he waits, he entertains himself wondering what sort of man his brother is going to become. He dreams of Killian as Captain of Jewel, earning honors for his exemplary service to the Crown. Maybe Killian will be a guest of honor at a ball, dance with lords and ladies, all the things Liam so wanted to do. He wonders if his brother will fall love in, and have a family, be a better father than either of them had. He cannot wait to see the man, the hero, his little brother will become.

It isn’t until the first soul arrives, a man murdered in cold blood by a pirate called Captain Jones that his vision becomes shattered. His brother isn’t becoming a hero.

Killian Jones is becoming a monster.

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“Happy Sissy Day” // S.W. //

Originally posted by paintingtherosecrimson

Happy Sissy Day

Pairing(s): Sam x Older!Sister!Reader, Dean x Older!Sister!Reader, OMC x Reader(Will be explained further into the story)

Member: Kat

Fandom: SPN

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1607 (I regret nothing)

A/N: This fic was inspired by @winchesters-favorite-girl. My first SPN fic!(Yay!) Also, I kid you not, this took almost a month to write because I was writing other fics and writer’s block. Check out my Teen Wolf fics at @silvxrteenwxlfimxgines.

Y/N’s Age: 16 Dean’s Age: 11 Sam’s Age: 7

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==You and Dean have an unusual case that requires you to be away from the bunker for a few weeks. 

++Dean x Reader

“This isn’t going to work…” You scowled as you and Dean pulled into a parking spot.

“Sure it is, (Y/n). You don’t look a day over 17.” Dean winked at you as he put the car into park.

You rolled your eyes. “Right. And every 17 year-old boy owns a classic car, right?”

“They do if they’re in the Senior Auto Program,” Dean got out and shut his door. “Welcome back to highschool, (Y/n).”

“Everything looks great, Mr. Winchester, but I’m afraid you’ll need a parent or guardian here to sign the registration papers.” The lady working in the office handed Dean the paperwork, and he stared at it, frowning.

“And you as well, Miss (Y/L/n). I have you lined up for your advanced-placement classes, but official scheduling can’t take place without parental consent.” You wanted to groan. Advanced placement? You didn’t like going through that the first time.

“Please, Miss-” Dean checked out the name plate on the desk, “Fulson. My dad works. A lot, and uh, he was hoping you guys would be able to get me in. (Y/n) here lives with us, she’s in foster care.”

You bit your tongue to hold back from saying something snarky to Dean. You had parents, thank you very much.

“I’m sorry…. your dad is never home, but he’s able to care for foster kids?” Miss Fulson quickly glanced at you. “I’m sorry, dear. But usually the system is way more strict about who they send their kids to.”

Dean grunted, “Not really,” he mumbled. “Well, I don’t know when dad’s going to be back from this trip. But the maid has been looking after us. Can she sign these?”

Maid, Dean? Wow. Milk it for all it’s worth.

“Hm… that might work, actually. She is looking after you as a guardian, so I don’t see why not.”

“Great. Can we take these to her to sign?” Dean shook his handful of papers.

“Um, no, Dean. She has to be here. To make sure she is who you say she is.”

Dean cursed under his breath. “Fine, we’ll go get her, and bring her back.”

“Great, once that is settled, you two can start tomorrow.” Miss Fulson smiled and wished you a good day.

“Where the hell are we going to find someone to do this for us? You know this is illegal, right?” You hissed at Dean as you two made it back to the car.

“I’ve got it covered, (Y/n).” Dean pulled his phone out, scrolling through his contacts, then held his phone up to his ear. “Hey, it’s Dean-” He glanced at you quickly, “-yes… it’s Deanie-Bear. Listen, I need a favor from you. Are you still working at the diner on Fifth?… Awesome, be there in a few.” Dean hit end and put his phone in his pocket, starting up the car and pulling out of the school parking lot.

“Deanie-Bear….?” You inquired. “Who was that, Dean?”

“Just someone I knew a while back,” Dean clenched his jaw, hoping you wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Oh… knew, huh?” You shook your head and looked out the window. “More like slept with, Deanie-Bear.”

“That was ages ago, (Y/n)! She’s just going to help us with this, okay? You know how I feel about you. Just stop, please.”

You were silent for the rest of the drive.

“Oh! Just as handsome as I remember,” The woman looked old enough to pass for a grandma, let alone a maid. She hugged Dean a little longer than you liked, and squared him in front of her to get a better look. “How have you been, darlin’?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms on your chest.

“I’ve been great, you know, doing the usual.” Dean chuckled awkardly, knowing you were burning holes in his back with your eyes. “Cora, this is (Y/n), my girlfriend.” Dean turned and held his hand out toward you, and you took it, squeezing it hard. He strained a laugh and pulled you to his side.

“It’s so nice to meet you, (Y/n)! Have you been keeping this boy in line? He’s a pistol, that’s for sure,” Cora winked at Dean.

“Oh, I do a damn good job keeping him in line, and he loves it.” You smiled sweetly.

Cora’s smile faltered a bit. “Okay… well Deanie-Bear, what is it that you need?”

“We’ve got a case at the high school and we need a guradian to sign the registration papers.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “I figured I could ask you as opposed to just trying to convince a stranger to do it.”

You smirked when you saw Cora realize that her age plays a factor in this favor.  

“Oh… right. Okay, well, I can take my lunch break and we can head over there.” Cora took her apron off and went to the back for a few minutes.

“Put your claws away, (Y/n),” Dean growled at you, “I told you this is nothing.”

Cora was on her way back. “Just marking my territory, Deanie-Bear.” You mumbled through your smile and patted Dean’s ass.

“I have 30 minutes, so let’s make this quick. I know you like taking your time, Dean.” Cora put her purse on her shoulder and smiled knowingly at him.

God, this is high school.

“Excellent, you two are all set for tomorrow!” Miss Fulson rolled her chair over to the printer, then rolled back to the desk. “Here are your schedules, you’re more than welcome to look for your classes today while school is still in session. Just don’t be dispruptive.”

“Not a problem. Thank you, Miss Fulson.” Dean smiled and you and Cora followed him out of the office.

“It was good to see you again, Dean.” Cora hugged your boyfriend longer than necessary, then turned to you. “It was nice to meet you, (Y/n).”

“You too,” You said quickly, then grabbed Dean’s hand.

“Thanks again, Cora.” Dean smiled.

“Anytime, Darlin’. I don’t know why you need to be in highschool, but I know not to ask questions.” Cora laughed, then waved as you and Dean left the diner.

“Damn right, she doesn’t need to ask questions,” You mumbled as you got into the car.

“I didn’t think you’d be the jealous type, (Y/n). It’s kinda cute.” Dean laughed.

“Yeah, well, when you know Grandma has slept with your boyfriend you tend to get a little on edge.” You clenched your jaw and looked out the window.

“Hey,” Dean took your hand and pulled you to him, hugging you. “I swear, she’s nothing. Okay? That was a long time ago, and I was really, really drunk.” Dean took your face into his hands and he looked you dead in the eye. “You’re the only woman I want. Ever.”

“And now I’m your foster sister for this case,” you spat back, “So much for being high school sweethearts.”

“We know the truth, and that’s all that matters. Besides,” Dean kissed you, “Who said it was wrong to be with a foster kid? I’m sure it happens all the time.”

You scrunched your nose. “This is too weird.”

“What’s weird is what’s been going on at that school,” Dean said, driving back to the motel. “Can’t wait to see what we’re dealing with.”

“I wish Sam was able to go with us. But I know he wanted to stay at home since we don’t know how long we’ll be gone.” You were looking down at your phone, texting Sam to give him the update.

Two weeks went by, and not a sign of anything suspicious. You and Dean had fit right in with the other students, to your surprise. You both made a few friends to try to get more information on anything that may seem… off. You hated having to do the school work, but it was necessary as to not draw unwanted attention. Dean loved his time spent in the auto class, of course.

“I almost forgot how sucky Mondays are,” You groaned, rolling onto your side to see Dean’s smiling face.

“You know, it’s nice to be normal for once,” Dean mused. “Two weeks of… nothing. It’s different.”

“Yeah, but that’s what’s disturbing. Students were acting really weird in the weeks before we got there, and now there’s no activity whatsoever. I don’t like it.” You got out of bed and downed some coffee as you got dressed. You slung your makeshift bookbag over your shoulder after Dean finished getting ready. 

“Yes! I have auto all day today. We are painting the shop.” Dean grabbed his bag and grinned, looking at the school building. “Almost forgot we were doing that today.”

“You’re… painting the shop?” You looked at Dean quizzically, then shrugged, “Whatever. I have this… assembly thing to go to in the gym today.”

“See ya later babe,” Dean smiled and quickly kissed you before anyone could see.

Today was a drag, just like the other days you had spent here. You barely paid any attention in your morning classes - why the hell should you? This isn’t about education, and you were afraid Dean was slowly forgetting that.

You sighed as you entered the gymnasium and took a seat on the floor by the wall. The lights were off so you figured you could take a nap during this assembly, whatever it was about.

You layed your head on your bookbag and closed your eyes. You heard the speech start; something about environmental conservation.

“Hey (Y/n),” You heard a male voice and opened an eye in its direction.


“Have you gotten an answer for prom yet?” It was one of the boys in your classes. He had been pestering you ever since you started at this school.

“Yes, and it’s the same as the last 6 times you asked me. I have a boyfriend. No.” You closed your eyes again.

“You can’t just break up with your dude and spend a night with me?”

“Cmon, man. I said no. Drop the subject, or I’ll cut you.” You sat up, irritated, and decided this was a good time to make your escape, while the speech was still going on. You grabbed your bag and leaned toward the boy. “Later.” You slipped out of the gym before anyone noticed.

“Auto’s down here somewhere, I think.” You mumbled, quickly walking down the hallway. Everyone was in class, so if you didn’t draw attention to yourself, you would be fine.  

You saw the double-doors that entered the garage area, and pushed them open, walking into a room full of guys holding paint brushes and cans. You were able to spot Dean and strolled over to him.

“Hey,” You grinned. Dean turned, then did a double-take.

“What are you doing in here, (Y/n)?” He was painting a workbench.

“The speech was boring, so I thought I’d come bug you.” You leaned over him to admire his work. “Green, huh? Pretty bright.”

“Yeah.” Dean grinned with pride. “They had all kinds of paint laying around.”

You bit your lip, looking at Dean’s paintbrush. You glanced at the guy standing behind you, then grabbed Dean’s brush and smacked the kid’s shoulder with it. He looked at the green splattered on his jacket. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Just livening up the room a bit.. seemed kind of stuffy in here.” You held the paintbrish playfully and smirked at Dean. “Want some?”

Dean slowly circled you, “Oh, I do. But there are too many clothes between us.”

“Yes, yes there are,” You turned to keep facing Dean as he continued to circle you, like a wolf ready to attack.

“We could fix that problem if there weren’t so many people in here.” Dean licked his bottom lip as he scanned your body. “But this will have to do for now.” He grabbed the fabric of your jacket and roughly pulled you into a kiss.
You dropped the paintbrush- it splattering paint across the floor upon contact - and wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, kissing him back.  

“Ahem,” a gruff voice broke the two of you out of your make out session. Dean looked over to see that it was his auto teacher. “Winchester, right?”

“Depends on what you want,” Dean gave his teacher a smart-ass smile.

“And you, young lady? I don’t recall you being in my class.”

“No one important.” You smiled sweetly at the teacher.

“Fine, Miss Unimportant and Mr. Winchester, you can head down to the principal’s office. I’m calling the office to tell them you’re on your way to make sure you two don’t get distracted on the way.” The teacher strolled off to his office and picked up the phone.

“Man,” Dean mumbled and sulked out of the room behind you. “I was having fun painting that.”

“Wow, Dean. We have other things to worry about,” You looked back at your boyfriend as you two were walking the halls, headed to the office. “We still don’t know what-”

You weren’t sure what just happened, but you were looking down at Dean from the ceiling. You couldn’t move; something was holding you there.

“(Y/n)! Fuck!” Dean looked up at you, running his hands in his hair in desparation. “(Y/n)?!”

You could see Dean freaking out, but you weren’t able to speak. You heard the bell ring for class dismissal, and you were able to see the students pile out into the hall, most of them standing next to Dean to gawk at you.

“Holy shit, is she dead?” Someone blurted.

“She’s not moving, she must be dead!” A girl added. 

“How is she even up there?" 

"Is she passed out? Her eyes are closed…” another guy piped in.

What? You could see everything, how are your eyes closed?

Hello, Darlin’.  A familiar voice echoed in your head.

“Cora?” You answered.  

Yes, genius.

“What the hell do you want? You’ve been causing all of this? What are you?” You growled.

Now, why would I tell you that?

“Because I have a very distraught boyfriend and he’s going to be really, really pissed when I wake up. Or whatever this is.” You looked down at Dean, who was pushing people out of the way with a ladder. He placed it against a pillar and climbed up. 

“Hang on, (Y/n). I gotcha,” Dean’s voice wavered as he grabbed hold of you and carefully descended the ladder. He gently set you on the floor. “C'mon, (Y/n). Snap out of it!” He patted your cheeks and lifted your eyelids to check your eyes. “C'mon, baby.”

“You better stop whatever it is you’re doing to me!” You screamed at Cora. She just cackled in return.

“You can fight this, (Y/n)! Wake up!” Dean sounded even more distressed. 

I wonder…. what would little Deanie-Bear do if you died?

You tried your best to ignore Cora, and fought until you were able to become conscious for a few moments, fluttering your eyes open to see Dean.

“(Y/n)!” Dean grabbed your shoulders.

“C-Cora,” You struggled to get the words out; she was pulling you under again. “It’s-”

Dean’s face was struck with horror. He stood up and went to one of the teachers. “Get her to the nurse,” He barked at them, “Get her off the floor, please!”

Then Dean bolted out the front doors.

You were officially conscious a while later, opening your eyes to see Dean again. “Hey,” you tried to sit up, but Dean grabbed your hand.

“Relax, (Y/n). You sit up too fast, you’ll get dizzy.” Dean smiled softly at you.

“You got Cora?” You rubbed your forehead.

“I did. Turns out she was possessed by a very powerful demon. She was tormenting kids here in order to make them do her bidding. Hormones tend to make you vulnerable, I guess.”

“I knew there was something off about that bitch,” You grumbled.

Dean laughed, then his face slowly formed into worry. “I thought I was going to relive what happened to Mom. You… looked just like something old Yellow Eyes would do. I was almost anticipating there being a fire.”

“Oh, Dean,” You put a hand on his cheek, then pulled him down into a hug. “You guys already got that demon, he can’t hurt anyone anymore.” You kissed him.

“You’re right. But it was still a shock to see you like that. I was convinced I was going to lose you.” Dean sat next to you on the nurse bed. “If you had any idea how I felt at that moment, you would really know how much I-”

Dean stared at the floor, and your breath hitched in your throat, silently urging your boyfriend to continue.

“I… I need you, (Y/n).” Dean glanced over at you, his eyes glistening. You two sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, then Dean composed himself and stood up, taking your hand.

“Ready to get out of this hellhole?” He smiled weakly. You grinned back and hopped up, stumbling into Dean a bit when the blood rushed to your head. “Easy, killer!” Dean laughed.

The familiar hum of the road was oddly comforting to you after that long three weeks of being in highschool. You and Dean would be home in a few hours, and the thought made you smile. Home.

“Yep, yeah. She’s alright Sammy.” Dean glance at you and smiled. You could hear Sam ask about how the demon got a hold of you. “You'r right, there’s not a vulnerable bone in her, but the measuit that demon was possessing… I guess you could say this was all a catfight.”

“Dean!” You scowled. “Catfight? You know I’d suckerpunch that bitch. Catfights are for scratching, or whatever chicks do.”

Dean laughed and you could hear Sam laugh on the other end. “We’ll see ya in a few hours, man.” Dean hung up, then grabbed your hand as he focused on the road.

The ride was silent for an unusual amount of time. Usually these trips were filled with music, or jokes, or even random conversation about normal things. You peeked at Dean but couldn’t read his face.

“Are you okay babe?” You scooted to the middle of the seat to put your head on Dean’s shoulder. He tipped his head a bit to press it against yours.

“I’m fine, (Y/n). Just thinking.”

“Thinking about….?”

Dean was quiet for a few moments, probably trying to avoid answering.

“Well? What is it?”

Dean chuckled. “Ah, it’s nothing. How ya feeling?”

You squinted your eyes, knowing Dean was averting from the question. “I’m better.”

Another hour of silence passed and you were starting to go insane from the curiosity. What was it that was making Dean silent so much? He’s usually only like this if something is really wrong or he’s upset, but neither was the case, as far as you could tell.

“I don’t think I said it right,” Dean suddenly spoke. “Back there. I didn’t say what I wanted to say. It’s hard for me to really get to the point when it deals with this sort of thing. You and I have been together for what, seven months now? I really care about you, (Y/n). I would die for you.” Dean looked at you and sighed in exasperation. “I didn’t say what I wanted to say. I need you, but-”

You smiled through misty eyes when you realized what Dean was trying to get to. You leaned over and kissed him the best you could, considering he was still driving, then grabbed his hand. “I love you too, Dean.”

A/N: I used Jessica Lange for Cora because that’s how I pictured her :)

anonymous asked:

Heeey! Hi. :) Taking prompts? I really liked your 'Reasons I would date Derek Hale' and I love the way you write, so! If you're up for writing some sterek, here goes my prompt: Stiles has to write an essay about the person he admires the most\is his personal hero and he writes about ... *drum roll* Derek! (and of course, because it's Stiles' life, Derek finds it and reads it and of course angst with happy ending happens)

EEEEEEEEE prompts!! You actually have the (dubious) honor to have inspired my first prompted fic, anon. I hammered this one out on the tail end of a loooooong cross-country trip, and it also turned out more on the fluffier end than the angstier (a shock for me, I know), but I hope you enjoy it anyway!!

Stiles’ first day of English following the whole “Miss Blake” fiasco is so bad that he actually misses her.

Yes. That bad.

Their substitute—or, now, real English teacher, at least until the end of the term and until the school board can hire somebody new and hopefully actually qualified—is the kind of little old lady that Stiles can picture baking pies and offering rosy-cheeked grandchildren mugs of homemade hot chocolate. Her eyes actually twinkle.

Though, when Stiles looks at the board, it dawns on him that it may be more of a demonic thing, the twinkling.

What is a hero? In 2000 words, please describe what a hero means to you and write about someone in your life that embodies all of these qualities.

“What a hero means to me?” Stiles recites tonelessly, as Lydia slips deftly into the desk beside him. “And next week’s assignment, ‘What you did on your summer vacation.’”

“Two thousand words?” Lydia sniffs. “I’m supposed to waste two thousand words on this?”

“Children,” the new teacher thrills, standing directly over them. Stiles flinches back, in case she wants to pinch his cheeks.

But after a moment under her deceptively kind gaze, she surveys the rest of the class.

“I’m Mrs. Gallagher,” She says, “I’ve been teaching at Beacon Hills High School since 1965. I retired a few years ago, but when they asked me to come back for a few weeks after the… departure of your previous teacher, of course I was thrilled to do so! I’m an old hand at this teaching thing, though, so I’m sorry to thwart your hopes of an easy last few weeks. Your first assignment, due on my desk Friday at the beginning of the period, has already been written on the board. As a few of you have already noticed.”

She strolls back to the front of the room—Stiles thinks she looks pretty spry, considering the pure white of her hair—and continues, “A hero is something deeply personal to each one of us. Of course, many of us call servicemen, firemen, or even celebrities heroes. For others, it may be a parent or friend. Or a teacher, though, of course, I’m prejudiced. You may choose to write on anyone in your personal life, as long as you can defend your reasoning as to calling them your personal hero.”

Lydia, of course, raises her hand immediately, but Mrs. Gallagher transitions seamlessly into gerunds before anyone can so much as protest.

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Hi everyone! I know that this blog hasn’t been as active as it once was. I have a new job and I just moved to a new city so I’ve been pretty busy! Today is actually my birthday and I have the day off. So as a celebration I’ll be posting a few lists of fics that I’ve read or that the lovely nerdyderekhale has compiled for SHF. That’s another thing! Please help me welcome nerdyderekhale (who we’ll call A) to SHF! She’ll mostly be helping with the monthly theme recs, but occasionally she’ll be helping with everything else when I get super busy. I think that’s all… Anyways, here’s a list made by A that I was supposed to post on Valentine’s Day, but life got in the way. Anyways. Happy Reading!

A Sip Of Happiness by erciareyes (Complete | 2,916 | General)

“You like lavender?” Stiles asked, turning half around to face Derek, his hand in mid-air above the blender.

“Nothing against it but it isn’t my favorite either.”

Stiles threw the crushed leaves into the blender with a cocky grin. “That’s because you haven’t tasted it my way.”

Derek heard Erica chuckle from where she was still decorating cupcakes and shook his head.

“There’s no use in asking a customer if he likes something if you are gonna put it in anyway.” Derek said and he saw Stiles shoulders shake in a silent laugh as he went into the backroom.

if this be error and upon me proved by gryvon (Complete: 6,465: General)

Stiles has a crush on the new English teacher, Derek Hale. His crush gets a little more complicated when he sees Derek’s wife and daughter.

First Valentine by fandom-madnessess (Complete: NR)

Finally, he and Derek are getting their first Valentine’s Day as a couple. They’d gotten together only a few weeks after last year’s Valentine, so they just missed the romantic holiday. Stiles had been bummed, because he had a thousand ideas of how he wanted to celebrate with his boyfriend. Those thousand ideas would have to wait another year, though, because his boyfriend had insisted on being the one to plan this year’s Valentine.

Hotsky to Trotsky by paintedrecs (Complete: 3, 317: Teen) ***

Derek had his future mapped out: there’d be graduation, followed by college, followed by (he hoped) a good grad school, then a career as a professor whose students didn’t spend their time flicking paper footballs at each other and obsessing over their dating lives. He had good friends, a good family, and no time to focus on distractions like high school gossip or relationships.

He hadn’t factored Stiles Stilinski - lacrosse player, class clown, part of the popular crowd, currently spending his entire day staring at Derek and smiling - into his plans.

Because That’s Love by Dexterous_Sinistrous (Complete: 3,110: General)

Derek hated carrots. Derek hated a lot of things Stiles liked. But none of that stopped Mr. Popularity from asking Stiles out.

Untitled by Haihaipanda (Complete: NR)

He stepped out onto a balcony and sighed into the cool night air, feeling slightly better. He sipped his punch and sat on a bench in the darkness, staring up at the stars. He wanted to return home. He wondered if his father missed him, if Scott had made any progress in wooing Miss Argent, if the new lord would need his assistance.

Loving You by Dystolilo (Complete: NR)

Perhaps the true reason Stiles loathed high school so much lied in his failed romantic life. With everyday drawing closer to his sixteenth birthday and no soulmate mark to be seen, Stiles began to despair. Sure, there were some who never got their marks, but they were the social outcasts of society. Stiles didn’t think he could bear a loveless life with a menial job keeping him out of the public view.

Untitled by Acountrygirlsfun (Complete: NR) ***

Stiles would like to register a complaint with his high school guidance counselors. Because they lied about what college was going to be like. All through high school, teachers and counselors and adults all professed that college was going to be great. It’s going to be so much better than high school.

Well they lied.

College is torture.

Don’t Go by poetry-protest-pornography (Complete: NR)

Four times Stiles and Derek say “Don’t go,” and two times they are exactly where they want to be.

Untitled by Haletostilinski (Complete: NR)

Derek laughs into the kiss, gently extracting Stiles’ hand from his neck. “Stiles, babe, I have to go, they called me in, I can’t just ignore that.” Even though I want to, Derek thought to himself as Stiles flopped down onto their bed with an exasperated sigh, bare chest on display, tempting Derek to just say fuck it and give in.

“I just wish we could lay in bed all day forever,” Stiles pouted, his golden brown eyes enticing Derek in a way no one else’s ever could.

♥ thank you by Bellakitse (Complete: 1,558: Teen)

See the thing that Derek Hale knows about himself beyond a shadow of a doubt is that he attracts crazy.

Enter Stiles.

Hope You Know (I Won’t Let Go) by Hales-republic (Complete: NR)

Derek’s been away for almost three years when he’s awoken in the dark of the night by the telltale beep of an incoming text.

Strange Moon by 50_points_for_ravenclaw (Complete: 4,322: General)

Stiles is an agent with the Federal Department of Supernatural Inquiry (or F.D.S.I. for short). Derek owns a coffee shop in Beacon Hills. He’s also the alpha of a pack with unregistered betas.

Like a Fire in your Heart by LacrimaDraconis (Complete: 4,770: Explicit)

It was one of the slow night shifts, that Stiles got assigned one Derek Hale, captain of the local fire department, as a patient.

You’re a stranger but there’s something in your eyes by Marishna (Complete: 4,795: Teen) ***

“Derek,” Laura started patiently. “You’re out here on your own and we worry about you. Now you have someone to look out for you but we don’t even know his name! We weren’t sure if you were keeping secrets for a reason, if you were in trouble—“

“If you were lying,” Cora interjected with a pointed look that made Derek want to shrink in on himself.

He heard the toilet flush and the washroom door slam shut and he winced because this was it, it was all over. Not only would his sisters find out that he didn’t have a boyfriend but he was going to be totally humiliated in front of Stiles and he’d never hear the end of—

“Babe, you’re running out of soap in there,” Stiles announced as he breezed up to the counter casually. His gaze fell on Laura and Cora who were staring back at him in disbelief and he stopped short.

Anti AQ rant

Ugh reading about some illusion that somehow Robin met Regina at her evilest and still chose to see the good in her and give her a chance…

Did i miss a special episode?

He met a befriended evil queen with Snow and Co, and only saw her “evilest” attempt was to put herself under a sleeping curse because she could not bear the pain of losing her son (the missing year). Also, the so Evil Queen saved his son from a flying monkey- that would warm up anybody. And in Storybrooke he was just mesmerized by her … rear. There was a special shot showing this 🙄 And Snow and Co were still her friends in Storybrooke, so noooo he never met her at her worst and still decided to give her a chance like the big snowflake he is. LOL Now that is what truly falls under a delusional label. But to each their own. No amount of later retcon or forced narrative will change the fact he was hella wrong for her, someone guided by his most basic instinct and who was benefited from Regina’s insecurities and blind belief in pixiedust (drugged much?). Remember how much she was into the fake Robin Cora fished for her? Yeah. I hate that they wrote a Regina that would drop her panties as soon as she saw that goddamn tattoo. It was offensive a storyline for all parties involved and specially degrading for women.


And She For You, I Take It?

Thirty years ago, in the Enchanted Forest, Emma overheard a little fireside conversation between Princes Charming and Charles.

Rated M for some smut.


A very, very, very, very belated Gutter Flower Secret Santa to @laschatzi!! Thanks for being so patient when your original Santa fell through! I hope you enjoy your gift–a story and corresponding gifset! I wrote the fic, and @ive-always-been-a-pirate​ made the gifset with @optomisticgirl‘s assistance! Woohoo!

One thing that was weird about time travel (besides everything) was the fact that there was so much waiting involved. It felt weirdly out of place, like everything should be much more rushed and panicked.

Emma had finally fixed the bulk of the problem she had caused: Snow White and Prince Charming had met. A new problem—Snow White getting annihilated by the Evil Queen—had been narrowly avoided. Now she needed to help Snow White and Charming on the Troll Bridge (and figure what to do with her new, still-nameless friend from Regina’s dungeon).

And for now, everyone was just sort of chilling out, like they had all the time in the world or something. Snow White and Red (wow, did Ruby look different!) had gone off to chat and be besties, Killian was trying to set Jane Doe at ease (she seemed a little uncomfortable surrounded by these people who only sort of knew each other), and Charming was sitting across the fire from them, awkwardly glancing between her and Killian like he was expecting something.

How long was she going to have to wait before she could go back to Rumplestiltskin so he could help her and Killian get home?

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anonymous asked:

Sterek+mixed signals maybe? Ofc happy ending bc they r dumb for each other. 😆

Derek thinks he has a pretty good handle on his life at this point.

He’s in his seventh year at Hogwarts.

He’s a star chaser for the Hufflepuff team.

He has his core group of friends.

And he’s finally got a good handle on the stair cases.

The one thing he doesn’t have a good handle on is his love life.

He’s had relationships; all way too disastrous to even be worth mentioning.

And he has a crush now. No matter how much he wishes he didn’t.

See, he was always one to be a proponent of inter house friendships especially with Slytherin in efforts to repair the bonds between houses.

It couldn’t be helped really, not after both Peter and Laura were sorted into Slytherin and he had to accept that Slytherin was full of good people too.

So he started a mentoring program.

Any student who was struggling with a subject would be paired with someone from a different house who was excelling in it.

Derek even got the teachers to agree to help rope the best (and worst) students into doing it.

None of that was the problem.

The problem was Stiles Stilinski.

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Toddler Series: Tour Series #01 Bye Daddy (he leaves for tour)

Toddler Series can be found here.

A/N: He leaves for tour. It has been requested a few times to write some preferences where he goes on tour (kind of like what we did in the Pregnancy Series, but this one will be more parts) If you have any ideas, things you would like to see in this ‘mini tour series’, please let us know.

Warning: contains sad and upset toddlers. Sorry if by using a picture of an Army dad offends anyone; it was not our intention; we used it because it suits Niall and twins.


“Emmy, Amelia?” Liam called out, putting his suitcase the car, “daddy has to go. Where are you?” He heard little sniffles and soft whimpers coming the garden. He quickly turned around and saw her hiding behind the small tree. He closed the car boot and walked towards her. He knelt down and wrapped his arms about her little body, holding her close. “Hey sweat pea, it’s ok,” Liam whispered, hoping to calm her down, but she wiggled and pushed him away. “No daddy,” she whimpered, cries slowly down but tears falling down her cubby cheeks. Liam sighed and brushed her away from her face. “Daddy doesn’t want to leave, he wants to stay home,” he said, wiping her eyes with his thumbs. “Really?” she asked shyly. “Of course darling,” he kissed her nose and she smiled, “but I have to work. Lots of girls around the world want to see daddy sing.” She nodded and played with his hoodie sting. “No love Emmy?” she whispered, lip trembling. Liam froze and frowned at her words. “I love you lots and lots, mummy too,” he explained, feeling terrible that she had to share him with the world, “you will always be my baby, ok? We can talk on the phone and through the computer.” She sniffed and nodded, feeling braver. pressed a kiss to his hand as he kissed her head. “I love you so much Sweat pea,” he whispered, “and no tears. Remember when you cry, mummy gets sad too. Can you be a big girl while daddy is away?” She gave him a sweet smile. “Love you daddy,” she whispered.


“Daddy, daddy,” Noah yelled, fanatically looking around the room. He saw you in the kitchen and stomped his foot as he thought his father left already. Suddenly the front door opened and Louis walked inside. “Hey little Tommo, I-,” he stopped when he saw the panic in his blue eyes. “Hey hey, daddy is still here. I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye,” he explained, kneeling down beside his little son. Noah nodded and looked at him. “Miss daddy,” he whispered. Louis sighed, knowing this was going to be hard, but then he got a idea. “When daddy is gone, you’re the man of the house,” he rubbed his hands over his little boy’s shoulders, “your job is to look after mummy and make sure she is happy; you have to eat all your dinner,” he paused, as Noah frowned. “Even my peas?” he whined, making Louis nod and chuckle. “And clean up your toys,” Louis looked up over Noah at you and saw your sad face. He gave you a small smile and mouthed, “I love you boo.” You nodded and wiped your eyes, before leaving the room. Louis sighed and looked back at his son. Noah quickly wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, resting his cheek on his shoulder. Louis kissed his temple and rubbed his back. “I’m going to miss you little Tommo,” he said, “if you practice your footy we can play when you come to visit me. Maybe together we can bet your uncles.” Noah giggled and pulled away, placing his little hands on Louis’ cheeks. “Daddy be good boy too,” he giggled, making Louis smile.


“Daddy has to meet your uncles at the airport soon,” Niall explained, sitting on the bottom step. Declan sat on the ground in front of him, while Cora stood behind. “Daddy?” Cora whispered in her father’s ear, tightening her little arms around his neck. “Yeah Corabear,” he replied, “hey little buddy, can you pass daddy his shoe?” Declan nodded and quickly picked it up, placing it beside his foot. “No leave,” she whined, making Declan look at her. He pouted as her blue eyes got teary. “Hey munchkins, no tears,” Niall said, trying to hold himself together. He didn’t want to leave the twins as much as they didn’t wanted him to go. Declan watched his father tie up the laces and once he was done, he put his little hands on the shoe. Niall sighed and reached up, rubbing his little girl’s arm. “You can come visit me soon, and we can have lots of fun backstage,” he chuckled, trying to make them smile. Cora shook her head and whimpered. “No daddy. Want you home with Dec, mummy and Cor,” she whispered. “Don’t cry Cor-ra,” Declan said, but when Cora looked at him, tears filled his eyes too. Niall bit his lip and quickly reached behind him, scooping Cora up and into his lap. He turned around and opened his other arm for Declan. He quickly stood up and snuggled into his father. “I love you, my little munchkins,” he whispered, kissing both their heads, “can you promise me something?” They both looked up and nodded. “Mummy might be sad while I’m gone, so you have to make her smile. Can you do that for me?” he asked. Declan gasped and Cora nodded. “Yes daddy,” she said, kissing his cheek.

(I know both toddlers in this picture are girls; but just pretend one is a boy)


“Haz,” you said, walking up the stairs, “Paul will be here in a few minutes. Are you ready?” Harry sighed and zipped up his suitcase, putting it by the bedroom door. “Daddy, wait,” Spencer called out from her room, making Harry smile sadly. You walked into your shared bedroom and frowned at his sad eyes. “I know you don’t want to leave Haz,” you wrapped your arms around his waist, “but we will visit you soon and you can call and Skype whenever you have time. We will both miss you, just remember that we love-,” you were cut of by Spencer running into the room and hitting Harry’s legs with her little hands. Harry chuckled and looked down. “Hey sweetheart,” he said, sitting down on the bed. She climbed into his lap and snuggled into his chest. “One more cuddle before I leave?” he asked pouting. She nodded and giggled as he laid back on the bed. She rested her little hands on his chest and he kissed her forehead. “Love you daddy,” she whispered, curling up beside him, “don’t forget me.” Harry gasped and held her tighter, “I could never forget you Angel,” he said, rubbing her back, “I love you Spence and I’m going to miss you so much.” He closed his eyes, just enjoying the quiet moment with his daughter. You sat down on the bed beside them and patted his leg. “If you need anything, call me and I’ll be on the first plane home,” he whispered, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. You nodded and looked at your little girl; hopefully she would be alright without him.


“Bye Kade. Be a good boy for mummy and I will see you soon,” Zayn said, kneeling down in front of his little boy. “No daddy,” he whispered, shaking his head as tears filled his hazel eyes. “But daddy cuddles? and draw with me?” he said, bottom lip trembling. Zayn sighed, his heart breaking at the sight of his son upset. “Mummy is here with you. She gives good cuddles and will draw with you too.” Zayn leaned in closer and added in a whisper, “but she isn’t as good as you and daddy, so you might have to teach her.” Kaiden nodded and quickly wrapped his little toddler arms around Zayn’s neck. Zayn gasped, surprised by his action, but automatically wrapped his arms about his small body. “Hey buddy, it’s ok,” he whispered and kissed his cheek. Kaiden snuggled into him, his grip tightening around Zayn’s neck, as he started to cry quietly. Zayn looked up at you and sighed; he knew you hated goodbyes and Kaiden was no different. He saw the tears in your eyes and felt worst. He rubbed Kaiden’s back and he cries became whimpers. He suddenly got an idea and quickly stood up, holding Kaiden against his chest. “Arrghhhh,” he said loudly, tickling the little boy’s body. He squealed happily and giggled. You smiled and lent against the wall, watching them. “Can daddy have kiss?” Zayn asked, but before Kaiden could reply, he started placing kisses all over his face. “I’m going to miss you, Kade. I love you wiggly one,” he said, kissing his head one last time, before looking at you, “and I love you baby girl so much.”

- Holly

A/N: Would love to hear feedback on what you think. Or if you have any ideas for the series, let us know.

We don’t own the pictures. All writing/ideas is our original work. lipstickstaiin©

fbdarkangel  asked:

OQ PROMPT: (please) post 4x05, robin hears what happened to Regina and goes to her vault to see if she's okay. Instead he finds the photo of them together then Regina comes down to do more research...

Largely unedited. Enjoy

Robin looks up when he hears her footsteps. “Robin? What are you—” Regina’s words trail off as she sees what he’s holding.

She reaches out, her fingers itching with the urge to rip the frame out of his hands, before she reminds herself that he’s already seen it, and ripping it out of his sight won’t change anything. Still, she closes the last bit of distance between them, curls a hand around the edge of the metalwork and tugs it out of his hands, setting it face down on the trunk beside her.

For a moment, they simply stand there, facing each other, both too stubborn not to meet each others’ eyes, and too unsettled to speak. What could she say?

“Are you all right?” he asks.


“Emma and Hook came back into town, said you had a run in with the Snow Queen. I came to make sure that you’re all right.”

She glances at the ground, then back into his eyes. “I’m fine. No—progress on Marian, though. Not yet, anyway.”

He reaches out a hand as if to take hers, then thinks better of it, lets it bump into his own leg instead. “I know you’re doing everything you can,” he assures her. “I trust you.”

She scoffs, a hand curling into her own waist. “Right,” and she speaks the words quietly, glancing at the velvet backing of that photo, almost can’t help it, “As your second chance.” That was harsher than she’s meant to be to him. Nasty. Uncalled for. Even if it’s the truth.

When she looks up, his eyes are tense with agony, and apology, and more than a little self-hatred. Regina could swear she can hear their hearts beating over the deafening silence, and then she’s thinking about use mine for the both of us and can you feel? and she’s thinking yes, too much. Because this would all be easy, it would be so easy (it wouldn’t—those first few days would’ve been torture; she wouldn’t have found the anger to consider harming Marian, but she also wouldn’t have found the strength to help her, or to leave her home and spend time with Henry), but it would be easier, emptier if he’d just gone. If he’d pretended they were nothing, she was nothing to him, if he’d stayed away from her and kept silent and let her think she’d misunderstood, and he’d let her go. But he hadn’t, he hasn’t; he’s been relentless, my feelings for you are real and I’m in love with someone else and it’s so hard, it’s impossible, to walk away from. Regina’s never, not once, been capable of walking away from someone who loves her. It hasn’t served her well, not at all, but there it is all the same.

“I’m sorry I have—” she starts, but no, that’s not the truth—“I’m sorry you saw that.”


She swallows, blinks back the way it feels when he says her name, the way her belly flutters, her soul flickers with something like hope.

“I never meant for you to erase your memories.”

“Well, good, because you don’t own them.”

He swallows heavily, clearly hurt, and for a moment, she regrets her harshness. She hugs her arms into her chest. “That’s what you’re trying to do,” she reminds him. “Erase your memories. Remember different ones.” Forget his feelings for her. Remember his feelings for his wife.

“I miss you,” he says, so softly it could be a whisper.

Regina fights the tears, manages to keep her voice from shaking too much as she returns, “I miss you too.” And there’s that anger again, nagging at her. Because he asked her to look into her heart, and understand the impossible. Love, love has guided her forever, falling for Daniel and saving Snow and hating the king and chasing Snow White, her daddy, and Cora, and Henry and Robin. She cannot fathom loving, and choosing to walk away. Regina takes a heavy breath, meets his blue eyes with chocolate brown. ”But I’m right here.”

“I know.”

“And you’re here,” she tries.

He winces. Visibly. “I know.”

She sighs, turning away, and she doesn’t realize she’s walking towards the trunk until the velvet touches her hand, and she runs a fingertip around the rim. “Go home Robin,” she says without looking back. Regina hears rustling clothes behind her, and then calloused fingers slip between hers, squeeze once, before falling away. He leaves.

Regina presses her eyes shut for a moment, and in the moment captured in the picture beneath her hands, he did the same, caught her hand. But that was different, another lifetime, a path fate has lost interest in taking. Wait, and gentle but insistent hands and a final kiss, another, a smile and caress and safety and love. Robin himself is gone, from this room, from her. He’d only lent her use of his heart for a short while. She’d thought it would be forever, for the rest of their lives, a second chance, but this fleeting moment in her frame—that’s all she has left of who they used to be. 

the sloth to my tree

This is for Jessy. Happy Birthday, I hope you have a great one <3 You are Derek’s spirit animal.


“Vacation my ass,” Stiles wails while he adjusts his backpack. His sunglasses are halfway down the bridge of his nose and his hair looks disheveled, falling loosely over his forehead. There’s sweat glistening on his face. If Derek listens closely, he can hear his shallow breathing. Stiles pushes the sunglasses up his nose.

“Stop whining, idiot,” Cora says from behind them. She places her hands on his backpack and starts pushing him forwards. Stiles struggles against her shove, steps sideways to throw her off. She smirks at him when she walks past; Stiles glowers menacingly in her direction. “You agreed to come.”

“Because I was expecting relaxation. Chilling in the sun. Gorging myself into food comas. Not moving more than strictly necessary,” Stiles argues and sets after her, picking up his pace considerably to keep up with her. “I didn’t know you would drag me off to climb mountains.”

“We’re hiking,” Cora scoffs rolling her eyes. “There’s a distinct difference, genius.”

“And what is that?”

“You’d be dead already if we actually climbed mountains.”


“Nope,” Derek shakes his head at Stiles. It’s always like this. Stiles turns to him like he expects Derek to do something about Cora being mean to him, and he’s completely shameless about it. It’s not like Stiles is a twenty-two year-old adult, no.

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“She chose Peter.

Derek stalls his own angry response, the one that burns up his throat and works to scream out of him. Peter had betrayed them again, thrown Derek and the pack to the… hunters… for power. And Derek shouldn’t be surprised, he isn’t surprised, except by the small aching bitterness where a fresh spark of hope had flared up and died.

But this moment isn’t about him. He’s dealt with betrayal before. He’s dealt with betrayal from Peter.

But this is Stiles’ first, and Derek needs to handle it objectively.

“It must have been a hard choice for her. Family is a powerful promise, especially to someone who has none.”

Stiles scoffs, eyes walling off, and Derek can see him immediately dismissing the words. Which isn’t really fair, considering how hard it had been to say them.

You didn’t choose Peter. You didn’t decide to side with him and attack us.”

The “this time” Derek is halfway expecting doesn’t even feel implied. All of Stiles’ rage, all that he can muster, is being directed at Malia.

Derek draws in a slow breath, shakes his head.

Objective. Be objective.

“She might have thought it would go better if she was involved. That fewer people would be—”

The flat of Stiles’ hand hits the door.

“Don’t do that. Why are you doing that?”

Derek presses his lips together, replies carefully: “What do you want me to do?”

The palm slams again before Stiles sags back against the still-rattling frame.

“I want you to let me hate her. Let me hate her, Derek.”

He needs to be angry right now. Needs to hate. Anger doesn’t eliminate the heartbreak, but it can ease it a little, until it’s more bearable. Derek had lived long enough buried in his own rage to understand that.


For a long moment Stiles just stares at him, features taut with tension that keeps trying to slip into something raw and ragged.

“Don’t you hate her? She’s your cousin.”

What could Derek say? That he didn’t care about her the way Stiles had? They hadn’t formed the same level of bond? That he understands the draw of siding with Peter, with family?

“I hate that she hurt you.” And then, before he can quite help himself, before he can remember that this isn’t his moment, none of this is about him, he finds himself adding: “I get what that’s like.”

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