dating derek hale would include

doing the dishes together in matching aprons

“we can’t be late again bc you were manscaping your beard we just can’t”

heavy petting in the backseat of his camaro

him laughing at you when he catches you rapping 

making him watch the notebook bc he’s never seen it 

being annoyed that the notebook didn’t change his life

“of course i have a heart???? i love you dont i” “…oh” 

him being embarrassed that he wasn’t more romantic about the first time he said i love you

hiding his razor bc enough is enough 

crying when derek recovers allison’s bow and arrows for you

challenging him to braid your hair then being salty bc he’s really good at it

“i miss cora too baby”

him yelling at you when you pick up smoking 

derek carrying your heels and purse after a long night of partying

“you cant be the big spoon you’re half my size and you’ll get cold”

quitting smoking bc you finally found an anchor

when you call cora a whore for touching stiles's hand, i get mad and write porn

She drags his hand to her mouth, two fingers fully engulfed between her pink lips. Stiles hisses as she rolls her tongue.

“That’s hot,” he murmurs. She drags his fingers out her mouth, her hand at his wrist, totally in control.

“You know what else is hot,” she laughs lazily. “You, taking off your pants. Now,“ she says pointedly, and Stiles nearly falls over in his haste. She slides her leggings down around her ankles in a fluid motion.

"This is actually happening,” Stiles says, voice high pitched and a little disbelieving.

“Would you be less freaked if you could see my boobs right now,” Cora asks plainly.

“Boobs are an option????” Stiles says.

Cora strips off her top, revealing a nude, functional bra. With one deft hand, Cora undoes the hook at the front, letting the bra peel away, breasts uncovered. Stiles hesitates, and Cora smirks. She drags his hand from her neck slowly, slowly down the center of her chest, then to her right breast, circling around her nipple, which hardens under the touch of his fingers.

“You get the idea?” Cora asks, her voice a little rough.

“Have you ever,” Stiles asks, and Cora shrugs.

“Once,” she says, and her eyes get distant. “You?“

"Would I look like such a nervous wreck if I had?” Stiles says with a small laugh.

Cora stalls for a moment, then grabs him by the front of his plaid shirt and kisses him soundly, lips soft but intense, tongue licking into his mouth wickedly. “Don’t worry,“ she says after coming up for air. “It’s gonna be fun.”


the difference between survival and living
pairing: cora/stiles

Stiles always thought he’d only fight zombies in video games and he didn’t play those much anyway. The little experience he had with the subject didn’t help at all, when the dead really started coming alive. One bite or scratch meant life or death and he only had one life. The lifeless becoming alive had made people even worse than before, so when he was about to die under the body of a biter, he didn’t expect help. Until he got some. Cora Hale wasn’t someone who was a saint that loved helping people. She just had an annoying thing called a conscious that unfortunately sounded like her older sister. She saved a stranger and expected to go on her way. It didn’t work out that way. Without much fight from her, she let Stiles come with her. She regretted the choice within five seconds. Stiles thought the zombies would be the end of him, but he figured out after teaming up with her that it would end up being Cora. How ironic would it be for his savior to be his undoing. She ended up being that without him dying. The more time they spent together, long drives, watching each other’s back, and learning things about the other that didn’t matter anymore like their favorite movies, the less they regretted teaming up. They ended up having sex, too. What started out as being with another warm body turned out to become more and they found in the darkness of their new world some light from each other.

for cora-hale / from maliatae

made for round three of the twrarepairexchange.