#rip laura

[more-or-lesser]

fuck, this feels unreal 🕊

[pwhl-mybeloved]

[katzs-gameblr]

A moth landed on me in the shower and now I’m having flashbacks to Case 23 hElp

[theblackparadeisalive]

lads I think I may have fallen in love

[quietest-rebellion]

End of Day One

[el-borealis]

El watched her friends from the corner of the couch in Mike's basement, her knees pulled into her chest. Their yearbooks were spread out in front of them on the floor. Testaments to the year they had shared. A shared world of pictures and memories and stories that she could only learn about second-hand, no matter how badly she craved to be there with them every day.

"You had Mr. Clarke sign yours, Dustin?"

"He's a legend!"

"Oh my god you're such a nerd - "

"- ugh! Who passed mine to Troy? He wiped a booger and drew an arrow to it with this name- "

" - Will, Jennifer Hayes WROTE HER NUMBER in yours!"

She swallowed at the growing lump in her throat and closed her eyes.

"Are you okay, El?"

She looked up to find Mike pulling away from the group, his voice low. He slid himself to sit on the floor directly in front of her and tried to catch her eye with that blazing look the she knew would burn right through her. She nodded, but avoided his gaze.

"You feel left out?"

She sighed. He could read her too well.

It wasn't like he didn't know her about growing loneliness. She'd told him everything over her long months of solitude. Yet, she didn't want to spoil the mood. Everyone seemed so happy spread out on the floor with their collective stories and inside jokes and names and stories she so desperately wanted to understand.

Mike dropped his hand on hers, not seeming to need her reply. It was warm and inviting, like always, and chased away a bit of her heaviness. "Listen," he said softly, leaning in, "maybe you didn't go to school there, but we have tons of memories there together."

"Yeah?" She asked, finally looking up.

"Yeah!" he replied, pink ringing his cheeks as the softest smile graced his lips. "You're the best memory of Hawkins Middle for me.”

"I am?" She asked, with hitched breath and a spark of warmth.

Mike nodded. He bent down then and grabbed a sharpie from the floor. Very carefully, he positioned the yearbook on his knee and brought the marker not to a page on the inside, but to the cover itself. In careful writing, he wrote 'MW + 11', encapsulating it with a heart.

"See?" He said, holding it up and tapping his finger against her name, "front and center. The best part of my year."

The collective groan could be heard through the room, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the lips she was kissing in a hurried rush. The lips of the boy who had not just been the best part of her year, but had been the best part of her life.

[chellyfishing]

“and that’s where we’re gonna leave tonight”

i’m somewhat tempted to compile a gallery of these, maybe call it “dad says it’s time to go home”

[teenwolimagines]

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Since becoming Pack mom you have been seeing more and more of Derek and his pups.

A name the teens didn’t appreciate much, but a name you couldn’t stop using nonetheless. It just stuck, even Derek called them pups in private.

Sure being Pack Mom was a great honor and spoke volumes about your relationship with Derek, but your favorite part about it so far is calling on favors.

Like cleaning the garage.

‘We really have more pressing matters to tend to today.’ Derek said as he was carrying a box full of junk out.

‘Let me guess, going to the BDSM section of the sex shop for chains for the first full moon.’ you guessed as you continued labeling boxes.

All his betas stopped their shuffling around and looked at you in shock.

‘Sex shop?’ Isaac asked.

Derek very blatantly ignored the pups as he glared at you.

‘They didn’t need to know where the chains came from.’ he said before going about his business.

You chuckle as you go back to the boxes.

‘So we’re just going to ignore that sex shop thing?’ Erica asked.

‘I think so.’ Boyd hummed.

‘What do I do with this box?’ Isaac asked as he brought over a huge box.

You look into it and your face lit up as you screamed excitedly, you felt sorry for doing it when you saw the werewolves wince at the sound.

Derek ran back to the garage, looking worried.

‘What happened?’

‘Our home videos!’ you smiled, holding up a VHS tape.

‘No.’

‘And I just found the old VCR player, I bet it still works.’ you grinned.

‘(Y/N), no we are not doing this.’ he said seriously.

‘And look at this one, Halloween 1994, seven years old Derek.’ you teased.

‘Isaac go plug up the VCR player and connect it to the old TV you found, see if it works.’ you told Isaac.

‘But Derek-’

‘Pack Mom.’ Erica grinned.

You liked her, she was mischievous teen.

The pups left and you and Derek to fiddle with the ancient television.

‘Come on DerBear, its just a bit of fun, watching old videos.’ you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him.

‘It’s going to embarrass the hell out of me in front of my betas.’ he groaned as he placed his hands on your waist.

‘I may be your Pack Mom, but I’m still your best friend, and as your best friend it is my job to embarrass the hell out of you from time to time.’ you smiled before kissing his cheek.

‘You’re an asshole.’

‘You love me though.’ you grinned as you stepped away.

‘It works!’ Isaac said before putting in the tape.

The screen showed a bit of static before it cleared enough to show a very adorable seven year old Derek dressed as a skeleton.

‘Aaaww! Derek remember this? That was at...um was it the elementary school? Our first school dance!’ you swooned while pointing to the screen.

‘Derek you were so cute.’ Erica smirked.

‘Good thing you grew into those eyebrows man.’ Isaac said, Boyd nodded in agreement.

“Look at you little twerp, looking all cute.” Laura’s voice rang through the speakers.

‘I forgot, your mom made Laura come with us. I’ll cut it off if you want.’ you said, feeling just awful for not thinking this through.

‘No leave it on.’ Derek said.

‘Derek-’

‘I’m tired of letting bad memories out shadow the good ones, besides this is the good part.’ he smiled as he pointed the screen.

You turned and watch in absolute horror as you ran up behind Derek in your werewolf costume, the wolf head obviously too big for you.

“Watch it little pup, can you even see in that thing?”

‘Oh dear god.’ you groaned.

‘Oh look at her! This is the cutest thing ever.’ Erica swooned excitedly.

‘Where did I even get that thing? I looked ridiculous.’ you blushed.

‘Mom bought it for you.’ Derek answered.

The rest of the afternoon you and your wolf pack sat in your garage watching tape after, watching you and Derek grow up.