“I know how my brother smells mom!” Laura rolled her eyes hopping over a branch while clutching the phone to her ear.

“well you were away for some time, it’s completely normal to forget a scent” Talia sighed shushing her husband who tries to help too.

“3 months mom, that’s all,” she pleaded “I remember how Derek smells like, and anyway who’s fault is it in the first place he took off into the woods?” Laura stopped and inhaled again to catch her brother’s path, a second scent mixed with it. a child?

“Cora said she is sorry for spilling coffee over his book” Robert said over the phone “she even going to clean his car when he gets his license” Talia chuckled.

“Dad! she’s seven!”

“ok, ill clean it” she could hear her father slouching out of the room muttering under his breath.

“i’m sorry Laura,” Talia huffed “are you sure you can find him yourself? he has gotten pretty good at covering his tracks”.

A laughing sound came from few feet ahead made Laura chuckle “oh don’t worry mom. i think i found our little bunny” she moved closer to look over the trees at the scene before her.

“Is that Derek laughing?” Talia keened

“It sure is, he’s with the stilinski boy”

“Stiles?!” Talia exclaimed.

“Yes and they are just adorable mom,” Laura cooed at her brother laughing with the small boy.

“Oh then leave them be honey, Stiles really missed him during the summer vacation” Talia chuckled.

“Apparently so did Derek” Laura rolled her eyes and started her walk back to the house.

penciltrash  asked:

Hi, for the prompts, can you please write - "54. He thinks he’s a mind reader.". Thank you!

I did a thing, kind of mostly a crack!fic. I’m sorry for the wait hun, life got crazy. Here’s #54: “He thinks he a mind reader.” 

“You need to relax Der-Bear.”

Derek glared at his older sister, debating if smacking the cotton candy out of her hand was worth the backlash. It wasn’t.

“I am relaxed,” Derek said, barely weaving around another person in the crowd.

“Are you kidding me? Your shoulders are up to your ears and I can hear you gritting your bunny teeth,” Laura sighed, plopping another glob of cotton candy in her mouth, “this is supposed to be relaxing. Fun.”

“Yes, my idea of fun is walking around a circus slash amusement park all day,” he huffed.

His sister rolled her eyes, looking forward to watch where she was going. Derek didn’t like this at all. The crowd, the sounds, the smells…oh God the smell was terrible. For a werewolf this was sensory overload and he had no idea how Laura was handling herself this well. About four kids have already rushed ahead of him and stepped on his toes in the process, this dumb group of teens shoved them and cut them in line for a ride Laura insisted on riding, and it’s been well over six hours.

Laura is lucky he loves her or else he would’ve left the moment they pulled up here.

“Hey! We should try it,” Laura said suddenly, pointing to a tented booth.

Derek followed her gaze to the blue and orange striped tent –what a horrible color combination– with a bright neon sign flashing “The Good, The Bad, and The Psychic”. He couldn’t help the unamused growl that left his throat, eyes hurting by how hard he rolled them.

“A mind reader? Really Laura?” He asked.

She glared at him, “come on Derek. Live a little, plus it’s going to be bullshit anyways, just for fun.”

He opened his mouth to protest but her face was pleading at this point…and dammit he was so weak with her, “fine. Fine…let’s go waste some money.”

His sister made a happy sound only to grab him by the arm and pull him over to the tent. Inside smelled faintly of incense and greasy fries. It was hollow; one person left as they entered. Other than that it was just a woman behind a desk. She was suspended in one of those aerial performer cloths, red hair falling down in soft waves, her eyes focused in a book.

“Uh–is this–?”

The redhead looked up and shut her book, a manicured eyebrow arched a bit as she looked over them. Derek felt himself shrink into his jacket a little bit under her gaze.

“Twenty bucks per person,” she finally said, swaying a bit in the cloth swing.

Laura huffed but pulled out her wallet, “that’s a little steep.”

“You’re paying for the real deal sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh, sure, I’m just here for entertainment not for my life to flash before my eyes,” Laura said.

Derek cleared his throat and pointed to a small beaded curtain entrance, the redhead nodded and bitterly resumed her book. He motioned for Laura to follow him which she gratefully did instead of picking a fight with the desk lady. Within the room…well it was just a bunch of pillows, rugs, and tapestries.

“This is so cliche. This guy…he thinks he’s a mind reader, he has a snippy desk lady, are you sure about this Laura?” Derek asked.

Before she could respond a person stepped in through another door, looking unimpressed.

“Mind reader? I’m offended because a psychic is totally different. I read energies and auras and use them to make inferences on people then give them advice,” the guy spoke.

Derek looked him over; he was in those bizarre drop crotch pants and a loose shirt. However his skin was pale and dotted with moles, his hair was wild on his head, but what Derek couldn’t get enough of where those weirdly bright honey colored eyes. Laura’s hand on his shoulders got him to blink out of whatever dazed state he was in.

She smirked at him and he flipped her off.

“Forty bucks, do your psychic thing,” Derek snapped and sat on the carpeting and pillows.

The guy sat across from him looked at them both for two minutes, teeth gnawing on his plush pink—his lips. After a moment he sat up straight and held up his hand, “well call me Stiles. I have a feeling that this isn’t the last time we’re going to see each other.”

Derek rolled his eyes and Laura shrugged at shook his hand.

Stiles smiled, “now…let’s start with you Missy, I’m sensing you’re caught between…a few…no wait three guys and I think I can help–”

“Oh my God, Laura…three?” Derek gasped.

He’s never seen his sister look so red and regret forty bucks so much.

“–please. Her guy problem isn’t as bad as yours.”

It was Laura’s turn to gasp, “wait since when are you into guys?!”

“Since he saw me,” Stiles supplied with grin on his face.

This has been the best forty bucks Laura has ever spent he decides.


anonymous asked:

OK SO if laura comes back and she's derek's alpha, does that mean she takes in erica and boyd? who all is in her pack? does she fight scott over stiles and yell at him for taking the spark for granted??????

“Wait, my what now?” Stiles asks, blinking.

“Your spark. Shit. Derek, you didn’t tell him?” Laura smacks Derek across the back of the head.

Tell me what.” 

That’s you’re basically Beacon Hills’ own Harry Potter?” Laura raises an eyebrow, a scary imitation of her brother. Or, as Stiles is beginning to realise, not an imitation at all. She’s the fucking original. He’s kind of in awe. Next to her, Derek raises an eyebrow too and looks….kind of adorable, really. Like he’s copying his favourite super hero or something. 

Wait. Back up. 

I have magic? Like, real life magic?” He turns to look at Scott who…of course, isn’t listening to the conversation, too busy making heart eyes at - Isaac? - from across the room. Stiles frowns, surprised, until he realises Kira is making the same heart eyes at Allison and Allison is making them back.

Jesus, and he thought bringing everyone back from the dead was going to be the complicated part.   

Erica barks a laugh from her place on the sofa and adjusts the flower crown she just finished making on Boyd’s head. “Yer a wizard, Stiles,” she says, waggling her eyebrows. Stiles refuses to find it endearing, especially when Boyd smiles softly at her and, out of the corner of his eye, he catches Derek smiling too. He definitely does not find Derek being happy that his (well, technically now Laura’s) pack is happy the least bit heart warming. 

His heart is definitely not warm. 

“So, what, does this mean I can ride a broom?” he asks, grinning, trying desperately to distract himself from the fact his heart is, indeed, warm. 


“No,” Laura says, tone flat, “but my brother might have something you can ride.” She winks and Derek’s ears turn bright red.

Stiles chokes and Erica holds out her hand for a high five, which Laura accepts. 

I hate you all,” Derek mutters, just as Stiles yells the same thing, accidentally knocking over a lamp in the process. He hopes it wasn’t a Hale heirloom. 

“It wasn’t,” Derek says and they stare at each other, taking turns swallowing nervously. That is until someone coos, causing Derek’s cheeks to take on a similar colour to his ears. 

It’s the most adorable thing Stiles has ever seen and he can’t help it - he crosses the room, tired of waiting. Tired of denying. Dignity be damned.  

Ok, soooo… after making this piece I decided I should redeem myself and make sth cheerful for a change…

Instead I made “Laura Hale: from the dead and back” Pt.2 =___= I’m so sorry ;_;

Laura Hale appreciation??

@cobrilee and i are considering putting together an appreciation week fest-type thing for everybody’s favorite big sister, the wonderful Laura Hale

writing fic, making art or gifsets, headcanons or meta, playlists or fic recs, all that good stuff and what have you!!  maybe the sort of thing with themes for each day, ya know

would anyone be interested in participating if we set that up?

Word By Word - Cobrilee - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

anonymous asked:

I'm curious to know your own TOP sterek fic. Only the very top one :)

This is such a hard question! 

Originally posted by ekl99swift

But seriously, these is like asking me to pick a favorite cat. 

But here’s my favorite fic. Today. Subject to change at any time without warning.

Originally posted by thehypnoticchicken

Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 17,698 I Teen I Sterek)

“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

“Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”

“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”

(pst. I wrote a review of it here.)

anonymous asked:

Do you thing little wolves are hunting easter eggs or the easter bunny? (Could they even eat the chocolate?)

Ah! This is super adorable! 

Talia’s Rules for Easter Sunday

There are rules for the Easter Egg hunt, okay? Rules

No peeking when the adults are hiding the eggs after breakfast! This means you, Cora, you sneaky sneak. (The eggs have to be hidden after breakfast, because otherwise they’ll get eaten by wildlife before the kids find them.) 

If you’re an adult and you’re hiding the eggs, do not hide them twenty feet up a tree. No, Peter, it was not funny, however quickly snapped bones heal. 

When it come to hunting the eggs, werewolves kids have to dab eucalyptus oil on the end of their noses. Yes. Laura, it does stink, that’s the point. It’s not fair on the human kids if you can sniff chocolate out at over five hundred paces. 

All the children have to be involved. This means you, Derek. Can you at least smile and pretend you’re having fun? 

That bright red egg sitting in the middle of the lawn? Jesus Christ, of course that’s for your two-year-old cousin. Can you just pretend you don’t see it and let her find it, please? 

No, it is not amusing to shift into wolf form and bring home a bloodied rabbit and then sing “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” for the rest of the day while the children are crying, Peter. If you do that again, I will personally murder you. Yes, I will. The same goes for deer at Christmas. 

And the most important rule of all: little werewolves do not eat chocolate. All chocolate is to be eaten when you are in human form. We don’t want to end up spending the rest of the day at the vet again, do we, Derek? And also Laura. And Cora. 


Next year can we just eat Hot Cross Buns instead? 


Imagine: Being the youngest member of the Hale family.

The hand of Stiles Stilinski came flying from behind you to slam your locker door shut. You turned around and stared at the boy who rudely interrupted your search for your lunch money.

“You know Y/N, I could almost bet that you were a Hale!” he burst out as his brows hang low on his forehead. You clutched your books against your chest and raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Oh really? What exposed me?” you asked sarcastically.

Scott stood behind the winded up boy and tried to calm him down by grabbing his shoulder, but Stiles shrugged him off. He rolled his eyes before answering. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the exaggerated eye roll you all Hales seem to reserve for me.”

“We don’t roll our eyes at you.” you explained and gave him just that excessive eye roll that Derek and Cora use to make to you without even thinking about it. 

Stiles boiled up and pointed heatedly against you.  “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” he spits as you flashed a teasing smirk towards Scott.

Credit to gif owners. ♥

Do you miss him?

Stiles x Younger Sister!reader

- All flashbacks in this are all the same day.-

If you want a part two, request!!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

         It had been four months. Four months since you’ve smiled, four months since you cried, four months since you felt your heart beating without hurting. He left. Isaac left you, and you didn’t see it coming.

        You sat in your room, staring out your window, breathing in deeply. It had been a week since Allison died and you did not know how to feel about it. You just stayed in your room and out of the way until all this mess would blow over, until a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. “Not now dad.” You mumbled, but the door creaked open anyway, “Not your dad.” a tenor voice said, sounding melancholy. You turned around and there stood your boyfriend, Isaac. You gave a small smile and stood up and walked to him, taking his hand and leaning up, giving him a slight kiss. Right away you knew something was wrong. “Isaac–” you started to say, but he shook his head, his eyes clouding with tears. “I can’t stay here, y/n.” he said, his voice soft…quiet. “What? Isaac, what are you talking—” but he interrupted you “I’m sorry…” he whispered as he kissed your forehead gently, and as if it were slow motion, you watching his hand disappear from yours, down to the last finger.

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Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks - charlesdk - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

anon said: Laura and Stiles were like bros, and Derek initially didn’t like Stiles but naturally that didn’t last. During the summer Stiles goes away for a while and comes back all bamf (I think he has tattoos??) and he has magic and he may or may not exhaust himself too quickly so they all find out.

lambbabies recognized this for you!  -Emmy

Originally posted by sempiternal-syko

Shadows(series) by peacensafety 

(50,759 I Mature I Series WIP)  *sterek, derek and stiles are the same age

Laura and Derek are twins. They get along together wonderfully until puberty and Laura’s new best friend, a boy with the improbable name of Stiles Stilinski, gets in the way.

anonymous asked:

so i just discovered your fic list and oh gawd u don't know how happy i am with this discovery. thank u for this. anyway i just finished reading ur alternate meets canon fic and. i want to roll and jump and. oh my gawd i really wanna know what happened next?? do u have some other headcanons/ideas for this? is it ok with u to divulge them? no pressure if u don't want to though! just really wanted to thank u for it! i adore alternates meeting with canons so it was really a joy to read. thank u!

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Oh anon, thank you <3 I loved the idea for that fic, had plans for it floating in my head for months before the ask got me to write it down. It was going to be this huge epic, like 100k words probably, switching between Derek and alt!Stiles in the canon universe and Stiles trying to make sense of the warped landscape of the alternate world he’d been thrown into. 

Derek’s just standing there in his bedroom doorway, looking softer than Stiles has ever seen him: his hair loose and ungelled, hanging over his forehead.

“Hey Derek,” he says, trying to blink his way back from the visual. “You look…”

“What?” He seems totally lost on what’s making Stiles stare, and after a few seconds Stiles decides not to even try explaining it. You look nice keeps running through his head, but that’s not close enough. It’s not that Derek never looks nice. (Hell, Derek always looks nice, but that’s a whole other issue.) He looks happy sometimes too, and that’s the only other word Stiles can pull up that edges close to accurate. You’re in my bedroom is the third, half-formed option, but that’s happened before too. It’s just something about the combination of those things right now, and the comfortable way he’s standing in the space  –– hands not in his pockets, shoulders not slumping in like he’s offended by the general pressure of someone else’s air –– that’s catching Stiles up. And there’s no way to fit any of that into words.

“You’ve got flour on your shirt,” he says instead, and Derek glances down with a soft laugh. Brushes the powder off so it wafts out in a soft cloud between them. The open smile he’s wearing when he looks up again is enough to make Stiles heart tug with how devastatingly dreamlike this all is.

“I was making breakfast,” he answers, and Stiles blinks. Ok, yeah. So, definitely a dream.

I had an entire timeline listed out for the alternate universe –– how things had all gone differently, in a chain reaction starting with Laura surviving Peter’s attack (link to that scene, if you’re interested) and just cascading outward, through the fracturing of Scott and Stiles’ friendship when a very human Scott was lured into the Argent side of the divide (via his interest in Allison and, ironically, concern for Stiles and the dangers of “vicious werewolves”) and Stiles sided with Laura and Derek. 

“Wait… I still got with Allison, even if I wasn’t…”

“You two are so together it’s disgusting, alright? Apparently she hit a dog with her car and you guys got to know each other at the animal clinic and right after that you two were like, destined. A week in I could see like… wedding bells and white picket fences going on in your head. It was obnoxious and I was thrilled for you, dude. And then all the hunter crap happened.”

How Laura being alive kept Derek from being quite as dark and broken as he was in the first few seasons, how she made the executive decision to bring the Sheriff in early to earn his trust and support against hunters and supernatural threats alike, and how the town more or less broke down into a cold war zone between the werewolf and hunter sides of the conflict.

The tragedy is that somewhere in all that planning and preparation my detailed notes and timeline completely vanished. I have no idea how. Pages of details and alt!character development and plot planning… and all I have left is a page or so of scenes and stray quote segments, and I just don’t remember enough about the details to make it the way it originally would have. I can tell you a few details, though, and maybe throw in a few of the excerpts too.

I know that it still took a long time for Stiles and Derek to come together. Stiles had sided with the werewolves mainly because Laura had come to the Sheriff (and the Sheriff, remembering the fire and the lost kids the Hales had been when he’d told them the news, and appreciating finally being handed answers to all the mysteries that don’t quite add up in this town, agreed to work with them at least to stop Peter… and then the bond just built from there), and because it had been the right thing to do. And Derek wasn’t shattered the way he was in canon season one maybe, but he was still Derek. Laura’s skeptical, snarky, and untrusting little brother, the cynic to her careful optimism. And Stiles is sarcastic and blunt and, in this version of reality, also hurt and bitter from losing his best friend to the enemy, so he wasn’t exactly super open to bonding with one of the reasons Scott wasn’t around anymore. (It was easier to forgive Laura, who was more sympathetic, but Derek’s general if he sided with hunters he’s not worth having around anyway attitude did not help relations early on.) Stiles and Derek butted heads and snarked constantly at first but their alliance against Peter and the hunters, various life-or-death situations, and Laura’s friendship with the Sheriff (especially when he took her on as a deputy), kept them close, and eventually they fell together just like they’re always going to.

Beacon Hills is a constant danger zone, though, because the hunter threat still hasn’t died. Scott reaches out to Stiles from time to time, earnestly believing every Argent lie that wolves are dangerous monsters and that Stiles is going to get himself killed for being with them. But he’s basically a hunter at this point, believes their philosophy because he’s been on the Argents’ side in every showdown, and honestly thinks Stiles and the Sheriff have been seduced by the Hales’ supernatural wiles (Kate has indoctrinated Scott and Allison with a very different version of her history with Derek) and he needs to do whatever he can to save his former best friend from them.

“Scott’s not a werewolf?”

“What?” Stiles starts to laugh, before his brows arch sharply. “Oh my god, you’re serious. No. No, Scott’s practically married in with the Argents; he’d probably kill himself if he got the bite.” Bitterness floods his features; he fights and fails to smooth it away.

And Stiles is wounded and bitter and cuts off any attempt at contact from his old friend because they’ve both chosen their sides, there’s too much bad blood, and thinking about Scott as anything more than the enemy or the creep who’s allied with killers is too painful at this point.

Lydia’s also in with the Argents, from virtue of being Allison’s best friend and having been smart enough to catch on after a couple months that something decidedly supernatural was going on. She’s a very different Lydia, though, having never had her banshee powers awakened (she was never bitten by Alpha!Peter because… well, there was no Alpha!Peter) and is likely still more similar to her pre-Peter-possession self. I had a lot more details about all of the side characters and how they fit into the developing arc, but most of it’s sadly lost now.