#cora and lydia

[callieluna16]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Cora Hale/Lydia Martin, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar/Brett Talbot, Scott McCall/Malia Tate, Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura, Chris Argent/Melissa McCall, Peter Hale/Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s), Ethan Steiner/Jackson Whittemore Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Liam Dunbar, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Chris Argent, Scylla, Satomi Ito (Teen Wolf), Eli Hale-Stilinski - Character, Laura Hale-Stilinski, Claudia Hale-Stilinski, Leila Boyd-Reyes, Miguel Argent-Lahey, Erica Argent-Lahey, Talia Hale-Martin, Daniel Hale-Martin, Peter McCall-Tate, Scott McCall-Tate, Alan Deaton, Sheriff Stilinski, Ethan Steiner Additional Tags: Stiles Stilinski is Pushed Out of Scott McCall's Pack, anti-scott mccall, Girl Penis, Past Rape/Non-con, Married Characters, Future Fic, future kids, Kid Fic, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Female Stiles Stilinski, Always Female Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent Lives, Scott McCall is True Asshole, Untrustworthy Alan Deaton, Bisexual Stiles Stilinski, Bisexual Lydia Martin, Bisexual Kira Yukimura, Bisexual Malia Tate, trigger warning: suicide attempt, Suicide Attempt, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), gip Summary:

After the events of the Nogitsune Scott decided that it was best if Stiles was out of the pack. He couldn’t trust her anymore, especially after she killed Allison.

Or did she?

It’s 16 years later and the rest of the Hale Pack go back home to Beacon Hills to figure out why the Sheriff got shot and why said True Alpha didn’t protect him.

Some truths about what happened between the True Asshole, Stiles and Theo.

There will be some flashbacks to this so we get the whole story of what happened and how some relationships came to be!

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Follow me on my delusional rant for a second: we all know that stiles was kinda but not really obsessed with the hale fire yes?? What if he just a tiny bit more obsessed with it and less with Lydia. The sheriff turns a blind eye to this because this was the most lively his son had been since his mother died. The sheriff also can’t figure why this case doesn’t feel right to him, but if anyone can figure it out it’s his son.

He goes on a deep dive about the hales. There comes a point where he can’t access anymore information legally; so he goes to Danny to teach him how to hack. This gets Lydia attention but not enough to get her to help, yet.

So stiles learns and he hacks into the school database, the police, and generally every establishment that the hales have frequented. He finds a pattern of suspiciously missed full moons, high grocery bills the next morning. He finds Paige and Kate. He finds a paper trail to the fire.

He shows it to his dad. With this evidence the sheriff looks into the case. This is what causes Lydia to talk to stiles. She pulls up to his house the very next morning the sheriff reopens the case. She liked Cora and would do anything to get the person who killed her. This cause a deeper dive of obsession. Together they look into the supernatural side of beacon hills. They find Lydia’s grandmother, and Lydia is able to understand what she is before it becomes a problem.

I’m a Stiles and Lydia sibling truther. They become that duo. Just over all becoming the pretty twins of beacon hills.

Lydia gets familiar ties to the stilinskis. Something that she doesn’t get at home. The sheriff loves her, absolutely dotes on her. He’s always wanted a daughter. Stiles becomes far more confident and comfortable in his skin. They have spa days and sleepovers. Stiles lets Lydia practice makeup on him. Lydia has her own room at the Stilinski’s, it becomes a safe haven for her.

They both watch over the sheriffs diet like hawks; fast food places are terrified when the sheriff comes in to order food. “No sheriff, I actually can’t give you a double burger because I’m still traumatized from your kids”. Lydia creates a binder of healthy meals, while stiles cooks them. (Lydia cannot cook)

Stiles comforts her when Jackson is being a dick. Stiles becomes frienimes with Jackson. When Jackson swings by the house the sheriff quietly brings out his gun and cleans it in front of him. Lydia pretends to be embarrassed but she’s absolutely glowing. Jackson also become close with the sheriff, especially after him and Lydia break up. (They were gay and lesbian solidarity)

With the amount of digging Stiles and Lydia did they would have figured out Peter was being poisoned. I also believe that they would have found Cora was still alive. This brings Laura and Derek back to beacon hills, starting the rise of the hale pack.

Like imagine season one Derek meeting confident stiles with lipstick. Your honour it’s over for him.

Derek still becomes an alpha after the alpha pack comes and he kills one of them. (I’m also a Alpha Derek hale truther)

Stiles and Lydia are both “little reds”

Derek and Cora being super fucking cocky that they’re mated to the pretty twins of beacon hills

The sheriff also cleans his gun in front of Derek and Cora. He’ll be damned doesn’t get to pull the protective father for his kids.

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[deadpoets]

TEEN WOLF 03.07 | Currents

[gremlinbabe]

Like I know we’re all talking about FBI stiles coming back from top-secret high priority FBI mission to rain hellfire on Beacon Hills for Derek.

But imagine this

We just get a soft grown grieving stiles. There’s no anger at first. He’s always known that Derek was a martyr. He just needs to see himself.

We just get to see a Stiles comfortable & settled for once in his body. He’s powerful, happy with himself, with his life, & his magic. Only to physically feel the love of his life taken from him thousands of miles away. It’s only hurts more to know he’s most likely went by fire. Stiles has grown into a beautiful, full bearded , sad eyed man with a ring on his hand that was given to him as a gift by his love. He only came back to beacon hills to confirm he was really gone. Only to find a son he didn’t know of, that will need his help. And of course stiles helps. Aside from the boy being a spitting image of himself and Derek, stiles finds out the nematon is calling him & the boy. And there’s was no way he was going to leave the boy with a weakened true alpha who let his pack bonds deteriorate and a huntress who’s mentally 17 & who’s aunt murdered the child’s entire extended family.

After tearing the hales an immediate new one for leaving Eli in Scott and Allison’s care. Stiles makes arrangements to move back into beacon hills.He raises Eli and reestablishes the pack and acts as their alpha. And eventually we will see stiles go through all different stages of grief until he gets to anger and he snaps and is ready to not only beat everyone’s ass (except Eli and his dad) but also literally go into superhell and pull the love of his life outta bardo no matter what the cost is (most likely his powers) When he realizes if there still a chance to save him.

[chloe-skywalker]

They Were There - Peter Hale

Peter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 635

Summary: Derek and Cora know about Y/n and Peter because they were there when he proposed. Everyone else in the pack? Surprise.

Masterlist

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“Welcome to the family.” Derek smiled, hugging Y/n as she and Peter entered the loft having just got back from their honeymoon. Y/n and Derek had been friends since junior high but now she was his sister in law and Derek wasn’t disappointed. “Cora sends her congrats and welcome but she had to leave.”

“Its okay. I already talked to her.” Y/n smiled, waving it off, her and Cora had already talked a few days before. “Its great to finally be apart of the family.” Y/n groaned back at Peter along with Derek.

“Sorry I didn’t want to rush things.” Peter narrowed his eyes at the two.

“You have been in love with her since you were 14. I think you took your damn time.” Derek raised his brows looking at his uncle with an exaggerated look. Even if he was somewhat commatoused for a few years, his uncle still took his damn time.

“I’m just glad you did it to begin with.” Y/n let out a laugh, it was a long time coming.

“It's been a longtime coming.” Peter pulled Y/n, his wife, into his side and kissed her. He could be soft with her.

“There's a pack meeting tonight here at the loft.” Derek told them after their little moment, Y/n is good for his uncle. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t kill him again to protect her, but she did make him a better person.

“I’ll be there.” Y/n told him.

“Will you?” Derek asked his uncle knowing how much he did not care for the pack.

“Since my wife will be there, yes. I gotta know what I’ll have to protect you from when their plans go wrong.” Peter stated sarcastically. Y/n and Derek just looked at eachother and rolled their eyes.

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“Your back!” Scott said with a smile rushing over to hug Y/n once the pack entered the loft and saw she was there. They had all missed her.

“You’ve been gone so long.” Allsion said having missed her older friend. Y/n was older than the group of teens, she was the older sister figure of the pack.

“Where’d you go?” Stiles asked.

“Is that a ring on your finger?” Lydia points out having caught the shine of it catching the light.

“You got married?” Allison questioned in shock, having looked down to Y/n’s hand like everyone else after hearing Lydia.

“Yes.” Y/n nodded.

“Without us?” Scott gave her his sad puppy dog eyes.

“We plan on having a reception with all of you sometime in the near future.” Y/n smiled at them and she saw her words lesson their sadness.

“We? Who’s the dude?” Stiles raised a brow.

“Peter.”

“Peter as in Peter Hale?!” Scott’s eyes bulged out of his head. 

“As in Derek’s uncle?” Allison was less shocked but more surprised.

“Yes, she's a Hale now.” Derek smirked proudly.

“I am.” She smiled.

“Peter Hale?” Stiles squinted his eyes, still not believing it.

“Is there something wrong with me?” Peter raised his eyebrows pretending to be innocent. He spoke up for the first time since the pack arrived from his spot on the couch.

“You're a psychopath for starters.” Stiles stated addressing the oldest Hale.

“He’s different with her. I’ll defend him on that. He has always been different when it comes to Y/n.” Derek spoke up.

Y/n walked over to Peter, sitting on the arm of the couch.

“That's because she’s different. She’s mine.” Peter growled the last part possessively.

“And you're mine.” Y/n smiled at him leaning over to kiss him.

“Oh he’s been yours since he laid eyes on you.” Derek teased and he got satisfaction when his uncle flashed his eyes at him but couldn’t deny his nephew's statement.

[bisexualbuckleyy]

teen wolf memes part 14: we’re back again bitches

we’ve made almost 140 of these what is wrong with us. shout out to @burnthatbridgewhenwecometoit for being the best i couldn’t do this without you

teen wolf memes part 14

[restinslices]

Teen Wolf Opinions

Teen Wolf opinions but I don’t explain anything

Season 3 is the best season of the show. I don’t just mean 3B, I mean both parts of the season.

Scott and Stiles’ miscommunication trope in season 5 was dumb as shit and makes Scott look like a bad friend

Erica, Boyd and Isaac deserved a lot better. Both in the sense that they needed therapy but also they were wasted

Kira’s story was also wasted and having a movie where the Nogitsune and Oni come back (a story she was a big part of in the show) but not having Kira there is weird. Yes I know about the controversy. Y’all shoulda paid Arden her money.

Stydia was done terribly. Idk what Jeff was thinking. Why wait that long?

Season 3 had the best fight scenes because it was obvious who outranked who

Allison did not care about Isaac. He was a replacement. That was all.

Lydia was weird to still fuck around with Aiden knowing his folks were actively hunting her friends

The debate on whether Allison or Kira is better is weird to me. I promise you can like them both

I love Derek but him going around and biting teenagers with shitty lives was shitty

Parish and Lydia should not have been a ship

Teen Wolf is corny and cheesy as shit, but that’s ok. It’s part of the charm.

Them bringing back Kate and Gerard isn’t something I felt was necessary. I would’ve preferred new villains.

Cora and Isaac should’ve came back for season 6

Speaking of Cora, her and Stiles could’ve been a good couple

It would make sense if everyone in the town knew about the supernatural but just minded their business. That hospital, sheriff station and school always got bullshit going on and you mean to tell me no one noticed besides Danny? Don’t lie to me.

My eyes hurt so imma end it here. Maybe I’ll make more or explain some of these later.

[providing-leverage]

Basically all the girls in Teen Wolf have wonderful ship potential with each other and we don't talk about it enough

[angelcbf]

𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼? 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗟𝘆𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

❥𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁, 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵, 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱

❥𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2,540

❥𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲. 𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁?

❥𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. 𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀.

Feeling eyes on the back of your head, you glance over your shoulder, meeting your sister’s hard eyes. Sighing softly you drop your overnight bag back onto the dinning table.

“Yes.” You call out, flinching at the loudness of your voice.

“Nothing.” Cora responded, keeping the scowl on her face.

Irritated, you turn around, glaring right back at her.

“Well, it’s gotta be something from the way you’re glaring at me. I can also smell your irritation, did you forget.”

Cora sighed, leaning against the table beside you. “I just don’t think that it’s not the greatest idea to do this meet.”

The duffle bag fell from your hands, slamming into the table, hard.

“Why shouldn’t I go?”

“With all the people going missing and turning up dead? You think that’s a good idea?”

You nodded your head. Not understanding what the problem was. “Werewolves aren’t going missing or dying.”

Cora giving up, threw her hands up, storming away from her sister.

“Whatever! Don’t come calling me when you die.” Cora shouted from down the hall.

“Fine! I won’t call you for anything, ever!” You scream back.

Angry, you grab ahold of your duffle bag, getting it ready to take it to the door, when a sharp pain filled your finger tips making you groan and get even more irritated.

You grip your bag tighter, feeling your claws start to form and replace your nails. The pain becoming more intense and started to spread to your mouth.

The intense pain caused you to drop your bag, your claws tearing through the fabric.

Your hands flew to your face, pressing your palms into your eyes, pressing down and rubbing.

Trying to remember your mantra, you shakily try to get the words out.

“Alpha. Beta. Omega.”

“Alpha. Beta. Omega”

“Alpha. Beta. Omega”

Feeling your anger start to disappear, the pain slowly faded, taking the claws and fangs with it.

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The moment you stepped off the bus, you were pretty sure that your heart stopped.

Where the hell had they dropped you off?

Ignoring coach Finstock you make your way over to where you see Allison and Lydia’s car parked.

Running over, the girls screamed at the sudden gust of wind.

“Jesus christ (y/n)! Stop doing that. We’re gonna have to attach a damn bell to you or some shit.” Lydia snapped out.

Hearing the bell comment, your smile dropped. One thing you hated being referred to was a dog.

“I don’t need a collar with a bell. I told you a hundred times, I’m not a dog!” You snap, your voice raising louder.

Allison glanced around, resting her hand on your arm, trying to calm you down.

“(Y/N)!” Allison shouted, finally getting your attention.

“Your eyes.”

Your eyes quickly shut, taking deep breaths in attempt to calm yourself and your heart rate.

“So,” You whisper out, “Am I rooming with you two or am I just gonna have to sleep with Stiles and Scott?”

Lydia laughed loudly, “I don’t think Stiles would be apposed to that.”

Your eyes snapped open forgetting about their golden colour. Your head cocked slightly as you stared at the girl.

“What do you mean by that?”

Lydia just chuckled, resting her hand on your shoulder.

“You know what I mean.”

You glance around, trying to disipher what she just told you.

When you looked up, your lack of friends confused you, seeing a faint flash of red hair, you take off after it.

“So who am I rooming with?”

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Apparently more than one to a room isn’t allowed. What kind of fucked shit is that?

Irritated you threw your duffle bag to the ground, lying down on a hard bed, shifting around as the springs dug into the back.

A loud humming noise came from behind you, making you turn and come face to face with…an alarm clock.

Huffing, you sit up and crawl across the bed, reaching over and turning off the clock.

You sighed loudly, taking in the silence.

After a couple minutes of silence, the humming started again. Growing frustrated, you lean over and yank the clock out of the wall, placing it on the table.

Figuring the clock was done you lean back against the pillows, your eyes closing slightly.

The hum started again but much louder. Your eyes flew opened, staring at the clock in shock.

You pressed your palms to your eyes, pressing down hard. Praying that the humming would go away.

Hearing the hum still, you reach out and pull the clock up from the table, examining it in confusion.

“Hello?” A soft voice came out from the clock.

You felt yourself freeze up, the voice of your mother hitting your ears.

“Hello? (Y/N)? This is your mother? Can you hear me, baby?”

You threw the clock across the room, letting it fly into the wall and shatter into pieces across the floor.

“(Y/N)? Why didn’t you help us? Why didn’t you help your own family? Your own mother?! WHY SHOULD YOU GET TO LIVE WHEN WE DON’T!”

Your hands flew to your ears, trying to block out the shouts of your mother’s voice. You could feel tears prick at the inside of your eyelids.

A sudden silence took over the room, and your hands slowly fell down from your ears.

Panting slightly, you brought your knees to your chest, feeling tears begin to fall from your eyes.

Maybe your mother was right, maybe you shouldn’t get to live if they didn’t. And she was right, you didn’t try to help them at all either.

A weird smell started to fill the room, the smell getting intenser and intenser. The smell seemed vaguely familiar.

Glancing up from your knees, the room seemed to be darker then it was before.

Rubbing your eyes, the room became clearer. Now you could clearly see what filled the room.

Smoke and flames.

Your eyes widened, terror immediately filling your body. You glanced around seeing the room on fire around you and the smoke only getting darker and darker.

The heaviness of the smoke filled your lungs, making you cough as you shakily walked towards the hotel door.

A loud shriek left your lips when you touched the door knob, the heat on it unbearable.

Glancing around, you look around for a place to get out. Seeing none, you grab your phone and take off into the bathroom, closing the door and stuffing towels under the door.

Tears filled your eyes and the smell hit your nose, the smell of burning flesh filled your nose making you gag.

You shakily reached towards your phone, struggling to type in Cora’s number.

“Hello?” Cora’s voice came out slightly slurred.

“Co-Cora,” You stutter out, the smell becoming harder to bear.

“(Y/N)? What wrong? Do you need me to pick you up? Is everything okay? I don’t mind going for a late night drive.”

You shook your head, tears coming out much slower now.

“No, I’m fine. Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Oh,” Cora whispered out, “Okay, well goodnight then.”

“I love you, Cora.” You whisper out.

“I love you too.”

And with that you hung up the phone, letting it drop to the ground.

A sudden scream made you jump, the scream sounding like it was just coming from outside the room.

Oh how you remembered those screams. You remembered yours too, when some of the fire hit your shoulder.

You remember the pain you felt, once when the fire hit your shoulder, twice when your uncle pushed you out of the window, thrice when you heard your mother shout your name.

The room felt like it was getting hotter, sweat starting to bead across your body and drip.

And the smell just kept getting worse, the smell of skin burning getting stronger.

Every scream that came from behind the door seemed to get muddled together, each voice and shrill cry mixing together to make a terrifying harmony.

“You can make sure you don’t burn again.”

Your head whipped up, eyes looking around like a feral animal.

“End it, and you won’t have to burn. Take away the pain now, so you won’t feel the fire.”

You nodded your head, the voice starting to make sense, if you did just end it now, then once the fire got to you, you wouldn’t feel the flames lap at your body.

Pushing up off the tile flooring, you look around, trying to find something, anything.

Motels don’t keep chemicals in their room, so that was out.

Glancing up, you catch your reflection in the mirror. The mirror.

You raise your hand, bringing it straight into the center, hearing a crack as glass rained down onto the counter and sink.

“Just do it, there isn’t much time.”

You nod your head slowly, your head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. Reaching out, you let the blades of glass scratch at your hand and fingers, the wounds healing as quickly as they came.

Picking up the biggest piece, you examine it.

Stepping back, you hold the jagged edge to your limp wrist, hissing as the glass pierces the skin.

You drag the glass across, whimpering as the pain came, the blood seeped steadily before quickly closing back up, leaving the skin unmarked.

Immediately you try the other, pressing down and watching as the blood flowed.

And like the other side, it healed right back up in a matter of seconds.

Frustrated, you drop to the floor, tears budding at your eyes.

Again, you pick up the glass. This time pressing deeper, cutting through more and dragging it farther across.

Staring, you watch as the blood continues to flow, your body not healing it.

You quickly move to the other side, repeating the process.

Glancing down, you saw that your left wrist was back to its original state, completely unscathed.

Frustrated you break down in tears, the smoke slowly choking you.

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Out in the pouring rain, Stiles held Scott, soothing his friend while the girls stood in shock watching.

Confused, Lydia glanced around, recalling the number that she had seen at the front desk. 202, that meant one more werewolf.

(Y/N).

You had gotten your own room, and were alone.

Starting to freak out, she started running towards the stairs, trying to figure out what room was yours. Had you even told her what room was yours.

“Lydia? What’s wrong?” Allison shouted out, concerned by the look on her friends face.

“(Y-(Y/N),” Lydia gasped out.

Allison’s eyes widened, her starting to take off after Lydia, not caring if the boys were behind them.

Stiles pulled away from Scott hearing Allison and Lydia freaking out. Staring at them, he saw them running up stairs, trying to get into a room.

(Y/N). It made sense, you had a room alone and was a werewolf.

Taking off after the girls, he ran as fast as he could, not knowing what could have happened to you.

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Anger flowed through your veins as you dragged the glass over and over again. Now matter how you cut, it just healed.

Feeling the glass begin to slip from your hands from the blood, you chuck it across the bathroom, hearing it shatter against the shower wall.

You raise your bloody hands to your face, pressing your palms into your eyes as you cried.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You couldn’t even kill yourself.

Too caught up in your own angst, your ears failed to pick up on the sound of your door being slammed in to.

You jumped as the bathroom door flew open, bashing into the wall, leaving a small hole from the doorknob.

You glance up, seeing the faces of your friends, all of them sharing mixed looks or shock and terror.

But one thing you didn’t see, was fire.

A heavy smell of iron hit your nose, making you stare at your friends harder, trying to decipher which one of them was bleeding.

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Stiles couldn’t help but stare, the amount of blood that covered the floor was concerning, more then enough to incapacitate a person, yet here you were, just sitting up on the floor, looking no fainter.

He eyed the bloody pieces of glass that littered the shower floor, before dropping to his knees beside you, trying to assess the damage.

“Hey. Hey? Can you hear me?” He said loudly, noting the confused look on your face.

You nod your head, still trying to process everything that you’re seeing.

You felt him grab onto your arms, pulling them close to his face, running his thumb over them.

Stiles stared at them, the blood overwhelmed everything, but from what he could see, there was no cuts, at least not anymore.

Dropping your messy wrists, he pulled you into his chest, panting as he held you, not caring for the blood that covered you, the floor and now, him.

“You’re good now.” He whispered out, bringing a bloodied hand to rest on the crown of your head, smoothing over the strands.

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You ran your arms under the warm water of the sink, careful to avoid the shards of glass still visible.

You could feel Stiles’s eyes on the back of his head. He didn’t seem mad, more concerned or nervous more than anything.

But then again, you weren’t that good with people.

“Why did you hide in the bathroom.”

You just shrugged, not truly knowing why. “I don’t know.”

Stiles scoffed loudly, not believe your answer.

“There had to have been a reason. The clock is shattered across the room, you had towels under the door and you tried to slit your wrists. There has to be a reason. Why not just leave the room.”

Once again, you just shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t know. I don’t even remember what happened up until you guys came.”

Confused Stiles pushed off the door frame, making his way to stand beside you.

“You don’t remember? Like anything at all? From the moment you entered the room?”

You nod, everything after you shut that door was a blur.

Stiles nodded, moving to pull you into a hug.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” He whispered into your hair.

“Yeah, didn’t do any real damage?” You whisper back, keeping your back to him.

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And first ever imagine done. I usually stick to just plain stories and that stuff, but this idea has been on my mind for a while now. So, here we are. Sorry if this was a bit extreme for a first time.

[derekhalesbian]

@dear-massacre my take on teen wolf characters vis a vis clone-fucking

[livingdeadvoid]

Stiles: Someone better take me out

Scott: On a date?

Kira: Or like with a sniper?

Jackson, Malia, Lydia, Peter, Derek, Theo, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Cora: I'll do both

[incorrect-teenwolf-quotes]

Welcome to my incorrect quotes blog of Sterek and others!

You're more than welcome to use any of my quotes for fanfic inspo, just tag my main blog @halesfavoriteharlot

I do not post quotes featuring Steter or Kate Argent/Karek

Other than that let's have fun!!!!!

[anonazure]

So I did a thing...

Remember me trying to make a 'Teen Wolf Pack' Pack?

It's bigger now and with a BONUS of 'Complicated Feelings'

[deadpoets]

TEEN WOLF 03.07 | Currents

[gremlinbabe]

The only reaction I want to Stiles finding out about Derek’s death:

If it doesn’t end with Stiles saving Derek from Bardo after he’s set the entirety of Beacon Hills on fire I don’t want it.

[scisaac-is-real]

MY TEEN WOLF LGBTQ+ HEADCANONS

Stiles: bisexual

Scott: pansexual

Isaac: bisexual

Derek: bisexual

Allison: bisexual

Lydia: bisexual

Kira: pansexual

Malia: pansexual

Liam: bisexual

Theo: gay

Boyd: aro/ace

Erica: lesbian

Cora: lesbian

Hayden: lesbian

Tracy: lesbian