hale pack feelings

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If I go back, it’s not for Beacon Hills.

anchorsandbetas  asked:

Hey! Hi, do you have any list where Derek rebuilds the house with the help of the pack (or just stiles), sterek please ♡ thanks!

Yasssss, @anchorsandbetas! - Anastasia

Originally posted by fitstud

Sour Kush by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 2,947 I Explicit)

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

No Putting a Werewolf Off Your Scent by nakatas_cat

(1/1 I 3,811 I Explicit)

Stiles forgets his Adderall. Derek’s affected.

Pack Mom by orphan_account

(1/1 I 4,673 I Teen)

While the pack is rebuilding the Hale house, one of the Alpha pack comes to visit. Stiles is kidnapped. Derek and pack have to find him before it’s too late.

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW

(1/1 I 5,073 I Teen)

In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn’t realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.

(they say) this should feel something like fire by pr1nc3ssp34ch

(1/1 I 11,163 I Explicit I MCD)

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

“Turn it off.” The pack looked up, stunned into silence by the first words they’d heard from him in weeks.

Stiles stood, trembling - his knees weak. He tried to run and collapsed, his bad leg failing him once again. Derek caught him. “Turn it off,” he said, his voice unmistakably a growl.

The water continued leaking from the loose faucet, and all Stiles heard was Erica’s blood against the concrete. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

keeping the stars apart by unpossible

(10/10 I 15,285 I Teen)

Derek watches that sharp brain come fully online.
“Oh God,” Stiles says, and now he smells of embarrassment. “Fuck. I just- did I just have a fucking panic attack in front of Jackson?”
“It’s okay,” he says simply.
“Really. Is it.” Stiles sighs without looking up. “Well. At least I wasn’t naked.”

I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin

(8/8 I 33,920 I Explicit)

When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.

Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.

Mischievous Matchmaking - Wolf Pup Style by rabidfangirlfromhell

(36/? I 78,350 I Explicit)

It’s senior year and Scott and Stiles are excited to be heading out of Beacon Hills soon. But Stiles makes an unexpected acquaintance, apparently from his past, who he keeps running into under the weirdest circumstances. This story is in an Alternate Universe - Argents never moved to Beacon Hills, Hale family thrives, and Scott was never turned.

Furry Little Liars by TheRealNightTempest

(6/? I 78,599 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinksi has waited for the moment that Derek would finally look at him the way he desires. But leave it to Derek to screw it all up and change Stiles’ life forever on a night neither of them will soon forget. With a dangerous creature suddenly setting it’s sights on Stiles, and something happening between Derek and Stiles that no one can explain, there isn’t much time before the world they know will come crashing down around them.

Burn Me Till There’s Nothing Left by halcyon1993

(25/25 I 184,201 I Explicit I MCD)

Two months after the Nogitsune’s defeat, Stiles is having trouble coming to terms with what he did while under its influence. When Derek’s birthday rolls around, the pack plan a surprise party for their alpha, also hoping that the celebration will help raise Stiles’ spirits. During the festivities, secret looks of longing shared between the two catch Erica’s attention, and she bands together with Allison and Lydia and plots to get them to admit their feelings for each other. The plans quickly go awry, however, when a new antagonist appears in Beacon Hills with connections to Derek’s past and Stiles finds that the Nogitsune left him with more than just guilt.

  • Isaac: What the hell is that?!
  • Derek confused, looking down at his bags: I went to the farmer’s market....
  • Erica, smirking: I don’t think we can all eat that.
  • Derek: ...
  • Boyd: You weren’t supposed to bring back the farmer.
  • Stiles, looking at his plaid shirt, pointing at the pack while walking away: I’m putting you all up for adoption!

localneighborhoodhippy  asked:

For like fic prompts if it was like Derek was super like fluffy and sweet around stiles it's like he just turns into a little mush ball ? Or like I remember reading a prompt that never got a story to it that was about when like Derek was deaged but normal Derek was there and stiles and him where married and a deaged Derek was there too so there was two Derek's.

It only took me over a week to write it (college can suck it) BUT it’s here!!! I wrote you a fic and I hope you like it, my lovely :)


“Scott, no phone or I throw it in the woods,” Derek orders from where he’s already pinned Isaac to the ground. Erica and Allison are sparring to the side, Allison stopping them so she can better demonstrate a move in slow motion and Erica nodding along. Scott rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, knowing that Derek would happily chuck the smartphone onto the trees just to have Scott track it down.

Jackson gives him a significant look as he walks back over to the group waiting for a turn to spar. Scott nods minutely and groans when Isaac walks past and shoves him in the direction of Derek.

Recently, he seemed to be going especially hard on the betas, drilling more often and less time to take breaks, more force behind each of his hits. The pack could feel the tension emanating through the bonds that connected them to the Alpha and no one liked it and indulged him, hoping it would eventually pass.

Scott had been thrown onto his ass no less than six times in the ten minutes it took Stiles to drive to the clearing just beyond the Hale House. Scott slumped with relief upon spotting the familiar blue Jeep and felt Derek’s grip slacken when Stiles’ scent drifted over, the Alpha being unable to see his arrival with his back turned.

“Hey, Stiles!” Kira waves to him as he makes his way over, Lydia in tow. Derek stands and smiles gently in the human’s direction while he’s distracted by Kira telling him about a new kind of Japanese herbal remedy for headaches that her mother taught her.

“Derek, put the heart eyes away,” Cora scoffs from inside the house, out of human ear shot but causes her older brother to jump. He shakes his head and scowls in her direction before walking towards the group on the porch. Jackson pulls up next to Scott as he watches Derek loom over Stiles’ shoulder causing the boy to flail and smack him when he finally notices.

“You asked Stiles to come by didn’t you?” Scott watches Derek carefully for signs of eavesdropping before answering in a quiet voice.

“Yep, thought it would save us some bruises.” Jackson nods along, patting Scott’s shoulder before they walk towards where the entire pack had gathered.

“Hey, can we watch a movie? I just bought a bunch of those popcorn pan thingies!” Stiles perks up, facing Derek with wide, hopeful eyes. The pack continues on with their conversation completely “ignoring” Stiles and Derek, but not all of them can resist the urge to side eye the pair.

Derek had told them explicitly that training would be for at least four hours today and to not plan for anything else happening. As of right now, they were barely hitting the two hour mark. But Derek just heaves a sigh and shoos Stiles inside with a nod of his head. The human dashes away with a smile and the pack exchanges looks.

“You’re whipped, Der-Bear.” Cora sighs with a shake of her head but unable to reign in the smile as she walks past her brother. He growls but she and the rest of the pack ignore him as they all rush past and try to get first crack at one of the three showers inside.

***
The truth was, Derek was fully aware of just how whipped he was. This wasn’t the first time he had cut training short in the wake of one of Stiles’ plans for a pack night. It wasn’t the first (nor the last, he was sure) time he would undermine himself for the sake of that bright, sunshiney grin that would grace Stiles’ impish face when he got his way.

Of course the pack had caught onto it, had used it against him more often then he would care to admit. But he was never angry for very long, always too consumed with the way Stiles jumped about and ran circles around him. Like now, when Stiles had managed to make all nine of the popcorn pans and then realized there wasn’t any Sprite to go with it. It was almost if on instinct he turned to Derek with those wide eyes that got to him every goddamn time, asking if he could go to the store. Derek had put up a front, telling him first a very flat no before continuing with plunking himself in his armchair and proceeding to growl upon the boy’s approach.

None of that seemed to deter the human and Derek was once begrudgingly impressed by his ability to power through. That’s not to say Derek ever grew to be happily impressed with it, just more and more annoyed until he was numb to Stiles’ pestering ways.

That didn’t explain why Derek was currently in the self checkout line at the closest grocery store to the house though. No, that could be explained by the yipping idiot that Derek called his wolf, the bastard. Derek wasn’t sure which was worse, if Stiles did or didn’t know that this appeased his wolf’s need to provide. It was something about Derek being the first he turned to when he needed something, acknowledging Derek as the one to satisfy whatever he needed, his wolf preened at the attention. Derek the man? Yeah, he wasn’t so pleased.

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Touch - Derek imagine

For the anon who inspired the idea for this and which wouldn’t leave me alone until i finished it. Enjoy! Ps. The cookies are a little shoutout to one of my favourite authors who first came up with it and I have no accepted that as fact. Also, you cannot convince me Derek isn’t secretly a cuddle monster. 

Requested: Yes. Word count: 1838. 

It started off as an experiment after a random comment from Stiles, caught up in one of his usual rants about stuff random facts he stumbled upon during one of his deep dives into wikipedia. Pretty much like most everything that had happened to you, it was totally the energetic teenagers fault.

“Hey, did you know that hugs can actually reduce stress for weres?”He paused long enough to stuff some curly fries into his mouth.

“Really?” Scott questioned.

“You shouldn’t believe everything you read online.” Lydia commented, not lifting her gaze from the book she was reading. And that right there was pretty much like a dare. And if there was one thing you could always count on, was that the sheriff’s son would never back down from one.

“Okay, so let’s try it out.”Stiles stood up, gesturing for Scott to get up on his feet and pulled him in right there in the school cafeteria. “Hey there buddy.”

“Well, did it work?” Stiles prodded as the duo pulled apart.

”How are you feeling Scott?” Isaac spoke up, eyes flicking between the pair.

“Good. Really good.”

“Holy crap, that actually worked.”


Shortly after that, you somehow became the unofficial pack plush toy, surrounded by cuddly monsters who craved your attention and touch. It was everything from a quick hug for Scott before his Chemistry test, to comforting Isaac after a nightmare. You didn’t know exactly when it happened, but somehow your room had turned into a hotel, wolves coming over for sleepovers. One time you ended up being pushed out of bed because there was too many people, after that you started putting mattresses on the floor instead so you could spread out and sleep in a pile. Another thing you never saw coming. Though you had to admit, it was nice how the bond grew stronger, as you got closer. Even Peter tried to get in on the action though you promptly shot him with Allison’s bow because hell no. The only one who didn’t partake was the younger Hale, not for lack of trying though. Stiles’ hugged Derek and got punched in the face, since that no one tried repeating it.

You could see right through that sulky facade and the furrowed eyebrows in annoyance. He was jealous, he wanted it just as much as the others but for some reason he was denying himself. It was with a pang you remembered that his last pack died years ago and no one had probably shown him any kind of affection since then. You had a bit of a breakdown after that one, resolving to fix this immediatly. You knew he would never ask for it, so you decided to do something about it because you couldn’t take it any longer. You waited for a while, biding your time to find a good moment before shutting that down realizing that was never gonna happen. So, instead, you struck one day after a particularly testy day fighting fae. Everyone was in a bad mood after that, so you did what you do best; cheering them up. You stuck around after the others had left the loft, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say, pouncing on him before he had a chance to react or move away. He promptly froze, though easing up after a little while of you refusing to let him go, you only squeezed harder. He was a werewolf, he could have pushed you off easily or picked you up and thrown you out the door but he didn’t. He just stood there, arms against his side, and let you cuddle him. Afterwards you left without a word, throwing him a soft smile over your shoulder as you left but that was that. He wasn’t much of a talker, and you didn’t want to force him into doing something he wasn’t ready for.


That was the catalyst, now adding the grumpy alpha to your list of strays showing up in your bedroom for some cuddles. Though with Derek it was different, you took things slower, not wanting to startle him and undo all the progress he’d been making. He would only ever come over when you were alone, he’d promptly left another time when Isaac and Scott showed up, and he would only stay for a little bit at first. You were used to your window being used more than your actual front door, so it didn’t surprise you anymore when someone showed up. At least Derek gave you a soft knock of warning before coming inside, most nights anyways. That first night he actually stayed over, he tumbled in, bloody and clothes torn with the most emotion you’d ever seen in those hazel eyes. You acted on instinct, pulling in into a firm hug, before cleaning him up and getting him some clothes and wrapping him up in blankets, laying down next to him, careful not to press against his wounds, but close enough for him to feel your body heat and picked up the book you were reading and gently ran your fingers through his dark hair with your free hand. His peaceful breathes helped calm your nerves and you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. He was gone by the time you woke up, and avoiding you for a couple of days before you confronted him and told him he was an idiot and you were expecting him tomorrow night, no excuses.

If someone had told you a couple of months ago that you would be sharing a bed with Derek Hale, you’d have laughed in their face. You didn’t have much of a relationship at first, more like tentative allies than partners, but it had blossomed since you started spending time together without threat of imminent danger or saving each others lives. You would count him as a friend now, getting to know Derek the person and not Alpha Derek who’s angry and doesn’t know what he’s doing leading a pack of teenagers. You were talking a lot, about the pack and you tried helping him out the best you could, but also non-werewolf related things like books and movies. Or you’d just sit in silence, enjoying each other company reading or watching a show. You learned that Derek was not a microwave popcorn kind of person, they taste better in a pan, and he loves gingersnaps. Seriously, he ate a plate of them you’d made for a bake sale, managing to look guilty when you walked into the kitchen and caught him redhanded, crumbles on his shirt. 

He volunteered to help you make more. He’s now banned from the kitchen. 

Things were getting better though, in general, and with the pack. Since the others were able to smell Derek’s scent lingering on you, and after a serious talk, they started to include the sour wolf in things as well. Group hugs were now a mandatory thing after a successful day of kicking butts, or after a rough one. The pack had grown closer, and you could see the change in Derek as well, he seemed to be breathing a bit easier, more sure of himself and his place in the pack and as a leader. This wasn’t just a group of people forced together fighting, it was a pack. A family. The first time you saw him smile was after that group hug, it was half a smile but it was genuine, you could see it in his eyes. And it was beautiful, you wish you’d brought a camera so you could freeze that moment. Sadly it was promptly cut short by Chris Argent showing up.


The thing about being a human running with wolves, you were a weakness and therefore also the target of everyone trying to hurt the pack, or just general assholes who got their kick out of hurting kids. Frankly, with the amount of hospital visits since you moved here, you should have earned a free one by now. Mrs McCall was not amused by that suggestion, muttering about idiots as she finished changing the dressing on your arm. This time was a close call, and you would have a constant reminder everyday you looked in the mirror. The big bad of the week had almost succeeded in removing your heart. Thankfully Scott came bursting through the door and saved the day and you passed out, supposedly being carried by Derek all the way to the hospital. Yeah, there was a conversation that you did not want to have, but it couldn’t be put off any longer. You were officially discharged and sent home, ordered to rest and not doing any strenuous activities.

Which is why you were in your pajamas at 3pm, hair up in a messy bun having a Netflix marathon and stuffing your face full of snacks when something crashed on to the floor, startling you. Looking up, your eyes locked with familiar pools. If looks could kill, he’d glare a hole in your head. Oh boy. He looks pissed. You had seen him angry before, but not like this, not at you. You jumped up, subconsciously moving back towards the door like he was a wild animal. Though, to be honest in that moment he was.

“Derek-”

“What the hell where you thinking? Are you actually insane? Do you have some sort of death wish?”

“I was thinking that he needed to be stopped before someone else got hurt.”

“Someone did.” Which, fair point. Then suddenly, he was moving towards you rapidly and something inside you told you to run. Derek Hale is finally going to tear my throat out. Shit.

“I’m sorry I-” Something crashed into you, if it weren’t for the arms around your waist holding you upright you’d be on the floor right now. It took you a moment to process what was happening, then it hit you. Oh. Derek’s hugging me. He had never initiated one before. Now, he was clinging to you like you would float away if he let go and you realized he wasn’t angry, he was scared. Scared for you. Before you made the choice, your arms found their way around, returning the hug and you burrowed your face into his neck, his scent filling your nostrils. 

You weren’t sure of how long you stayed like that, but when he finally took a step back and fixed you with a stare, you missed his touch already. 

“Don’t ever do that again. You’re pack. They need you.” I need you. 

“I promise to try my hardest not to die. Okay? You won’t get rid of me that easily.” I’m not going anywhere. He scoffed, shaking his head. 

“Why did it have to be teenagers?” He sighed. 

“Oh hush you big teddy bear, you know you love me.”

“I tolerate you.”

“Okay, whatever you say sour wolf. So, are you staying?”

“Yes.”

anonymous asked:

hiya! I just read "see you on the other side" by damnitgreenberg and I'm addicted to the whole concept of it!! do u happen to kno of any more fics that focus on the pack overall? like maybe on their strained relationships w their parents and/ or them dealing w trauma and what not and preferably with sterek as one of the couples. Thank u in advanced!

Here’s some pack feels. - Anastasia

Originally posted by wolfeverything

See You on the Other Side by damnitgreenberg

(18/18 I 146,077 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles isn’t doing so well on the ‘dealing with life’ front. He’ll admit to that freely, okay? But he quickly discovers he isn’t the only one, and that person’s inability to adapt and roll with the punches may cost Stiles his own life.

***

Feels Like Belonging by nan

(1/1 I 2,513 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles isn’t sure why all these werewolves think they have access to his bed. The explanation is just. Weird.

Revelations by Inell

(1/1 I 8,657 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles finally gets some answers about why the Hales left Beacon Hills without ever looking back. He’s the one answering questions later, though, when his pack finds out about his mate bond with Derek.

The truth about love (comes at 3 AM) by Finduilas

(1/1 I 9,587 I Explicit I Sterek)

When the pack gets locked in at Derek’s new loft during a snowstorm, they play ‘truth or dare’ to pass the time.

keeping the stars apart by unpossible

(10/10 I 15,285 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek watches that sharp brain come fully online.
“Oh God,” Stiles says, and now he smells of embarrassment. “Fuck. I just- did I just have a fucking panic attack in front of Jackson?”
“It’s okay,” he says simply.
“Really. Is it.” Stiles sighs without looking up. “Well. At least I wasn’t naked.”

ladybugs by thepsychicclam

(1/1 I 20,723 I Explicit I Sterek)

It’s Saturday night, and Derek Hale is at Toys R Us. Shopping for Leapfrog games. If asked, it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his life. Or his Saturday nights.

In which Derek and Stiles have been married for ten years, have two kids, and are planning their five year old’s birthday party.

Where The Wild Things Are by DeadWalker

(4/4 I 30,049 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek finds a boy in the woods. He might not have realized it then, but that is the moment his whole life changes.

And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker

(1/1 I 30,314 I Explicit I Sterek)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Living With Lycanthropy by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 44,095 I Explicit I Sterek)

AKA: The Sterek Rival Bakeries AU

Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.

(Or, if Teen Wolf was more like Gilmore Girls, with everyone far too invested in whether the Hale boy and the Sheriff’s kid will work it out, and Laura Hale wrote a handbook for alpha werewolves.)

The Strength of the Wolf by tolieawake

(18/? I 50,254 I Teen I Sterek)

In the end, it’s only Lydia and Stiles left. Alone and desperate, oh so desperate. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that, but emphasis on the times.

With nothing else left to lose, they find a way to change it all. And Stiles may just figure out the key to stopping everything that ever went wrong - well, from Peter onwards.

Because he’s older and wiser (sort-of) and beginning to understand in a way that he never did before.

After all, the strength of the wolf is the pack, right?

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18

(6/6 I 83,582 I Explicit I Sterek)

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

All the Weird Kids (Know How to Take it Slow) by Ionaonie

(26/26 I 112,477 I General I Sterek)

Stiles never thought being part of a werewolf Pack would end up being so normal. Even being around Derek had a degree of normality about it. Even if he was still an overbearing jerk most of the time.

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Teen Wolf AU: The pack decide to take a road trip to try and forget about all the bad things that have happened to them over the past few months. Scott takes it upon himself to document the trip, recording everything. Everybody is happy, nobody’s dead and everything is beautiful. (part 1) (part 2)

Somnio by vexmybones

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 35943

‘It’s the sound of angry fists banging on his door that wakes him. Groggily he stumbles out of bed, pulls on sweats that he’s pretty sure aren’t his, and nearly breaks his neck trying to navigate the stairs. When he manages to jerk the door open he comes face to face with one very pissed off Alpha. And his dad. They’re both in uniform.’

freja-k  asked:

Erica, Boyd, will this be your first child? Will this be the first child of the pack? (Excluding Chris, the sheriff and so on)

Erica: Yeah, this’ll be the first child of the pack. The pack’s actually been ridiculously overprotective lately because of that exact reason. This baby’s going to be doted on.

BALANCE

Author: artemis69

Summary: Derek is eight, and he can control the change, his glowing eyes, his sharp claws and fangs. He learned with his dad how to move without noises, with Peter how to move with the wind, and from Grandma how to kill without making the animals suffer.

Derek is eight and a predator in training.

Derek is eight, hidden behind a pitiful bush, knees digging in the mud.

Hunting was more glorious in his imagination.

Info: 2k | Not Rated | Derek Feels

Notes: This fic is so short but so beautiful! If you’re a Derek stan this is the one for you but beware, it will probably leave you with tears in your eyes. - C

Sneak Peek:

“The universe is all about balance Derek. If you take more than you can eat, hurt more than you should, you disturb this frail equilibrium”

this-is-andavs replied to X

I always thouht of an oldest human brother, but now I REALLY love the idea of an older wolf, that Laura wasn’t meant to be alpha either. Because if she was meant to be, you’d think there would’ve been a solid plan set up incase of emergency for her to follow beyond “run as far as possible”. Like Deaton stepping in, or an allied pack to go to. But if she wasn’t trained for it and didn’t know, of course she panicked, cut ties, and ran.

Exactly! I mean I just thought of this now but it makes so much sense. Because… sure Deaton didn’t prove to be the most helpful/sympathetic toward Derek in s1 but he was their mother’s emissary. Why wouldn’t it have been plan A to go to him in times of crisis? Unless maybe it was, and Laura just didn’t know that. Honestly, even with the events of “VIsionary” considered, there must have been packs Talia was allied with that Laura and Derek could have run to for sanctuary. And I’m sure the fire was worse than anything they could have expected to happen, but the way Laura and Derek reacted… honestly, it wasn’t much different from the way eleven year old Cora reacted: run and keep on running until you’re far enough and hidden enough to feel safe. And that’s not a leader move, that’s a… “if you’re a kid and you hear someone breaking into the house, go and hide under the bed until a parent comes to save you” move. That’s the move of someone just trying to stay alive until a leader tracks you down and makes things better again.

And despite Laura knowing she’s the Alpha now, that she’s the highest authority and the responsibility rests on her, she doesn’t have the training or the drive to do anything except hide for the next six years. We know she doesn’t form a new pack to help reestablish her family, and Derek doesn’t seem to have any ties in New York he thinks worth going back for after she dies. So what does that mean? That Laura grabbed Derek, bolted across the country, and spent the next six years in a more or less stalled out state, not making significant connections, not rebuilding her pack. Just… waiting. For some clue or sign or something to pull her out from under that bed and get her life moving again and…

now I kind of want to cry, because what if that’s what Laura was trying to do when she came back to Beacon Hills? She saw this symbol of revenge back home where her family died, and it was the push she needed to finally get herself in gear, head home in the hopes of finding some kind of ally (after all, wanting revenge for the Hales could only be a good sign for her… right?) and it was that, Laura taking her first, unsure steps to rebuild, that ultimately got her killed.