#cora/allison

[scribeoffate]

Cora Hale returns to Beacon Hills after the destruction of her family to find her brother, to comfort friends, to help fight a war. The pretty girls are incidental.

Or: Five times Cora kissed a girl and she liked it.

For @g-taire

[raccoonsockss]

this was basically the plot of teen wolf right

(kids left to right: stiles, malia, scott, kira, jackson, allison, erica, isaac, lydia, boyd, + cora in the baby carrier)

edit: i cannot BELIEVE i have to say this but if you rb this and tag it as sterek i will block you because why are you looking at an adult drawn with a bunch of children and thinking about them together. i don’t really care enough about the ship itself but THAT is gross

[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

Teen Wolf 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.

[incorrect-teenwolf-quotes]

Chris: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Cora: It was Peter.

Allison: It was Peter.

Derek: Peter broke it.

Peter:

Peter: ...yOU PROMISED-

[riahreadz]

Okay ideal Teen Wolf fanfic pack Take 2! 🎬 Sterek✨️

If Derek is Alpha, then obviously Stiles is Pack Mom and Alpha Mate.

All the good fics have Peter as a good little wolf or at least relatively good to the Hale Pack whilst protecting them doing some dirty work as the Left Hand. Peter and Stiles, as best friends, 🤌🏼✨️ is just t it's golden. Derek honestly gets scared when they team up - he knows it'll never end well, especially if Erica is involved. Peter supplies Stiles with all the family heirloom books and artifacts or from his own personal collections.

Stiles just has a habit of collecting Hales, first Derek, then Peter, Cora, and even Malia.

And in the rarity that I read a fic where Ell isn't Stiles's son well Stiles took one look at the kid (maybe before he even knew Eli was Derek's) and filed him under Lost (Hale) PuppyTM Derek is particularly fond of Stiles's seemingly sixth sense when it comes to protecting the Hales. Despite also yelling at the younger man who can't get it through his thick skull that putting himself in the line of danger won't help Derek losing him anymore than losing another Hale.

Somewhere along the way, Peter gets back together with Chris cause, yes, they dated as teens with an unfortunate near 20-year pause due to the Argent/Hale shit show extravaganza. They are raising their teen/young adult daughters Allison and Malia as sisters - bonus points if Jackson and Malia are twins.

Now I can't for some reason ever really see Allison and Isaac being romantically involved after her death and resurrection. Usually, Stiles figures some way to bring her back,and going forward, she gets back with Scott, Issac becomes dependent on Chris as a father figure, so Allison and Issac are just good friends once she's back. OR he sees Derek as a brother or father figure kinda situation being the Alpha that originally turned him, and skips over the emotional attachment to Chris all together.

Malia and Kira make for an interesting side ship that I never saw coming but a cute addition lol

Boyd and Erica are mates, obviously. Erica is a little shit just like Stiles and especially teaming up with Stiles, but Boyd balances her crazy. Crazy fun that iS.

I do love a good fic with Cora being involved. The dynamic of her and Derek finding their footing once again as siblings just makes me super emotional, okay? Plus, Cora and Isaac make for a good couple/mates.

Given that I love a good bad friend Scott fic, Isaac has pulled away from following Scott like a lost puppy. His lost puppy status belongs to Cora or Derek, depending on whose good side he's trying to get on that day. But back to Scott - his main roll usually is to tear down Stiles or attempt to anyway. Usually, Allison is there to gather his wits back together and reel him back into being a good friend. I'im game with a good redemption arc for him, but it ain't required.

Lydia and Stiles make a good team, and she makes a damn good motivational ass kicker when Stiles needs one, which is usually at least once in every fic, let's be honest. She's either with Jackson or just a bad ass that doesn't need a partner to ground her. Jackson is still an asshole - it's why we love him. But he and Stiles develop a pretty decent friendship when they bond over healing from losing control from the Kanima and Void. He'd kill to protect Stiles. They all would. He's with Lydia, Danny, or Ethan.

Now we can't forget Sheriff Stilinski, rather his name is Noah or John, he's a big player in this pack. Despite being only human, he has a lot of sway when it comes to this rag-tag group of puppies and puppy adjacents. Derek and him make for a good team in the fics. Derek is a deputy. Or just the Sheriff adopting Derek as an unofficial Stilinski once he realizes his son won't ever let go of the Hales but especially one Derek Hale - plus it's easier to expain to his across-the-street-neighbor that Derek is family rather than filter through the panicked 911 calls of astrange man in a black leather jacket climbing once again through his son's bedroom window. Cause the Hales don't know how to use front doors - a trait they passed along to the whole pack like a worst kept secret family tradition.

Oh, and it's recently been brought to my attention that the Sheriff is in a secret relationship with his deputy Jordan and eventually gets exposed by Stiles seeing them on a date. Bonus points if it turns into a double date. Didn't know I needed this one until I needed it. However, I'm down for seeing him with Melissa or even a thropple with Chris and Peter. If he's with Melissa, then Scott has to have a redemption arc, or he was the good best friend/step brother all along.

And last but certainly not least, Eli Hale or shall I say Eli Stilinski-Hale or Hale-Stilinski? Doesn't matter as long as we all can agree that Elis Stiles's son. l'm not picky on whether it's adoption, mpreg, or Stiles and Derek got together after Eliwas born. Stiles. Is. Eli's. Father.

If some of this seems repeated from my Steter Ideal Pack - well, that's cause it is, lol. I wrote this first but finished Steter before Sterek. I'll probably rewrite this cause it's rushed, but I need to get it out to link for my Secret Santa in the Sterek Exchange.

✋️🛑 Now, all of this is just my personal preference on fics I've read. A lot of these obviously stray from the actual character on the show but 🤷🏻‍♀️ show canon meet 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 one person's fanfic canon. All respect and rights for the cast and crew in bringing these characters to life, though. Also, I'm not saying that I won't read fics that don't include this stuff - like I've mentioned just some stuff I've read over the years and liked. ✋️🛑

[incorrectsterekquotes]

Erica Reyes’ twitter timeline

[takaraphoenix]

I think the funnest thing about Teen Wolf is just how many non-canon friendships I have living in my head rent-free.

In most fandoms, I am very happy just building upon the canon friendships, strengthening and exploring those. But something about Teen Wolf and the whole pack concept makes my fingers itch to explore dynamics that were so vastly underdeveloped in canon, you really can't talk about friendships there.

Boyd, Erica and Stiles developing a deep bond after the basement and becoming close friends has genuinely become the most important dynamic to me, full-stop. Whatever romantic ship is going on, Steroyd are there and close and important to me, this is a three-piece set, do not separate.

Stiles and Jackson bonding over the Nogitsune and kanima experience? Understanding this in a way nobody else can? These two mostly hate each other in canon, but in my head, they are best friends and would kill for each other.

The Stiles and Isaac dynamic is one the fandom is deeply obsessed and it's hard to not jump onto that too. Stiles with a soft spot for Isaac, Isaac actually opening up to Stiles? Yeah, give it to me.

And now I'm developing a strong attachment for a Marin-Stiles mentor/mentee relationship. Because fuck Deaton, the day I write trustworthy!Deaton is the day you know someone hijacked my AO3 account, I do not trust that man and still think that the show dropped the ball after the s1 and s2 set-up to not make him a villain. But due to my current developing attachment to Deucalion and the Alpha Pack, I've grown fond of the idea that while the (good) Alpha Pack is in town, Marin Morrell becomes Stiles' mentor and teaches him to hone his Spark.

I would however like to point out that this attachment of mine isn't even limited to Stiles dynamics (shocking, I know).

I am beyond convinced that Erica and Jackson would hit it off like a house on fire, they have the potential to be devastatingly hot, judgmental and wicked best friends.

I've also decided that Erica is Peter's favorite (after Stiles) and that Erica is Peter's biggest fan. I want a deeply seated fondness there.

And due to Chris/Peter, I have also grown so attached to a sisterly Malia-Allison dynamic, often also including Cora because I like the idea of Chris/Peter getting to raise the Hale siblings together.

There are just so many good characters stored in this show and they didn't get to interact enough, so many good dynamics that could have been if the writers cared.

[stereksthings]

Has anyone else ever wondering what the Hale house looked like before the fire ??

[braedenhales]

TEEN WOLF MEME [4/10] EPISODES ⟹ THE GIRL WHO KNEW TOO MUCH [3x10]

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 4

[gwendolynnderolo]

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

[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 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱��’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.

[airasilver]

Okay, I know Jackson drives a Porsche, Stiles has his Jeep, Derek his Camaro, Scott his bike, and Noah the sheriff’s car, but what the heck do the others drive? If they drive that is?

What does Peter drive? Chris? Allison? Lydia? Jordan?

Do Kira and Cora drive anything? Erica and Boyd?

Do Aiden and Ethan have any vehicles? What about Isaac? Heck, what does Melissa drive? Also, what does Deaton drive?

Anyone know for certain?

[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.

[incorrect-teenwolf-quotes]

Chris: Oh, hey, Derek

Derek: Did you get my text about the hunters

Chris: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work.

Derek: Good. Thanks, dad.

The entire pack:

Derek: Why is everyone staring at me?

Stiles: You just called Chris "dad."

Erica: You said, "thanks, dad."

Derek: What? No, I didn't. I said, "thanks, man."

Chris: Do you see me as a father figure, Derek?

Derek: No. If anything, I see you as a "bother" figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.

Danny: Hey, show your father some respect.

Derek: I didn't call him dad!

Stiles: No, no, no, no, Derek

Chris: I take it as a compliment.

Allison: It's not a big deal.

Aiden: I called Cora "mom" once, and she's my fiancée.

Jackson: Guys, jump on that!

Aiden: He has psycho-sexual issues.

Erica: Old news.

Danny: But you calling Chris "daddy"...

Derek: Hey, "daddy" is not on the table here.

Boyd: But you did call him "dad," dude

Derek: You shut up. You've done nothing but lie since you got here.

Boyd: All right, all right, I was lying about not making out with Erica instead of finding the hunters. But the dad thing, that happened.

Derek: Aha! He admitted that his thing was a lie. It was a trap, all part of my crazy, devious plan!

Stiles: I believe you.

Chris: Son. Do you want to talk about it later over a game of catch?

Derek:....I'd like that.

[teenwolf-confessions]