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parrishmeme ★ [1] episode → 5x17 “A Credible Threat” “It happens every night. I don’t know when or what triggers it, but at some point every night, I leave. When I come back I find burned clothes and blood. If I didn’t know certain things, I’d call it sleepwalking…But I’m not just wandering out the door. I’m heading out with purpose. I’m searching for something.”

#jordan parrish #gifset #soloparrish

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#malia tate #peter hale #melissa mccall #gifset

pollycooperarchive

god you really outdid yourself with this one

#erica reyes #soloerica #gifset

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When Scott thinks about his first kiss with Stiles, it’s almost like dreaming. There was a soft, gauzy feel to the summer day. It was afternoon and hot - but not sweltering as California can get sometimes. Just warm and calm. He remembers the smells sharply - Stiles’ light sweat and aftershave, the sweet herbs that Lydia planted outside to help hide his scent from outsiders, his own anxiety over his college applications.

He remembers it all. How the dust motes danced in the sunlight through his bedroom window and how the air conditioning wouldn’t quite kick on enough to cool the house. How they talked about schools and where they would room together. How they would deal with having the pack be apart for the first time ever. How Stiles’ heartbeat increased every time their eyes met.

Stiles always gestured with his hands. It always seemed a little overkill, but Scott knew that it helped his best friend process his words and what he was thinking. Sometimes the ADHD made it hard for him to fully form his sentences or he would space out mid-thought because his brain went down the proverbial rabbit hole. Scott didn’t mind; he was patient. He loved watching the way Stiles’ whiskey eyes fluttered about and concentrated in his think-space.

And sometimes it wouldn’t be Stiles who spaced out - it would be him. It was hard not to do so with Stiles around. He was a mess half of the time, but he was so sure of himself with his ever moving limbs, sharp tongue, and ingenuity. But Scott would sit there, staring into Stiles’ eyes or at the moles dotting his face or his cupid’s bow.

Staring at lips, he knew, was dangerous territory, but he couldn’t help himself. Especially today, when the light glided across Stiles’ face so beautifully, turning his eyes into glittering caramel with only shadows of his thick eyelashes ever crossing them. They lay on his bed, shoulder to shoulder, talking and relaxing together. Just Scott and Stiles. Just best friends.

Until Scott leaned over and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ lips. They were warm from the heat of the sun, a little bit chapped, and every bit as perfect as he’d imagined them to be. Stiles stopped breathing as soon as Scott started to lean in - not in surprise, but shock and excitement. He kissed back softly, but sure, like he knew that in this moment on this very day, this kiss was destined to happen.

Scott remembers it all - the scent of his mate, a connection not fully formed until this moment, the way everything clicked into a singular focus, how their heartbeats became one. It’s a distinct and beautiful memory. A memory that forever changed his friendship with Stiles and their pack.

The most perfect memory of all.

#scottstiles #scott mcall #stiles stilinski #fanfic

banshee-cheekbones

Cora x Lydia - 'I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In' for the song + ship meme? :)

here’s a human & teacher au! approximately 700 words, with minor Sterek (more of a mention than anything). on ao3 here!

If Cora had known that one of the biggest components of being a teacher was sitting through hour after hour of mind and ass numbing meetings, she never would have applied to teacher’s college.

The first meeting of the school year hasn’t even commenced yet, and she’s already bored. The staff room is packed with teachers and administrative stuff, all mingling in their small cliques, drinking coffee that has the consistency and taste of a bucket of used oil and reminiscing about their summer breaks. It’s all the same stuff, no matter where Cora turns her ear; vacations to somewhere tropical, sunbathing, trips to Disneyland and amusement parks to occupy the kids. It’s the same kind of tedium that she’s heard for the last five years, and it’s so monotonous that she thinks she could easily put her head down on the table and start sleeping, using all the blather as white noise.

Before she can do exactly that, her brother-in-law collapses into the chair next to her and shoves a huge black coffee from the cafe down the road into her palm.

“You read my mind,” she says, immediately taking a sip and burning her tongue in the process.

“You’re just identical to Derek in the morning,” Stiles replies from behind his own drink, which is some kind of concoction with two different kinds of whip and a tower of whipped cream. “I miss anything?”

“Absolute fuck all,” Cora mutters, slumping down in her chair and sticking her legs under the long table that dominates the room. She doubts that the meeting will be pertinent to her; the athletics and physical education department has the highest budget in the school, and she doubts that’s likely to change anytime soon. It’s more than likely just going to be a rehash of the same bureaucratic nonsense they have to go through every year, with only a few snarky, muttered comments from Stiles to keep her from falling asleep.

She wonders if she’ll be able to get away with playing games on her phone, if she keeps it on silent and angles herself just so.

Thankfully, since it’s five minutes to eight, and Principal Morrell is a stickler for starting on time, Cora doesn’t have to wait much longer. Conversations begin to die down, staff members take their places around the table, and at the exact stroke of eight, Marin walks into the room, arms filled with paperwork and handouts.

Surprisingly, she’s not alone.

The quiet clicking of another pair of heels on the tiled floor announces that they have a guest, and Cora glances up from her phone, expecting to be met with a young teacher in training doing their student placement.

Instead, she’s met with what (or, rather, who) she did on her summer break.

Completely unbidden, images flash through her mind as she stares dumbfounded at the figure standing in the doorway; ringlets of strawberry blonde hair splayed across mussed up sheets, ruby red lips parted in a gasp, stiletto heels resting on the carpet of Cora’s bedroom floor.

Lydia’s outfit is fairly conservative today, comprised of a long sleeved, blush pink blouse tucked into a steel gray pencil skirt, but her lips are painted ruby red, and Cora knows from the sound of her footsteps as she joins Marin at the front that she’s wearing stilettos.

“Fuck,” she groans, louder than she means to, as she starts thinking of possible ways to exit the room without being noticed. Stiles swivels in his chair to face her, and his eyes dart from her to the front of the room and back again.

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or some shit.”

“I wish.” Cora risks one last look at the front of the room. It’s a mistake; her eyes lock with Lydia’s, sparkling hazel under her long eyelashes. There’s no chance that Cora hasn’t been recognized; immediately, the corner of Lydia’s mouth furls into a smirk that makes more not safe for work images pop into Cora’s brain. That smile just as quickly changes into something beaming as Marin finishes Lydia’s introduction, an introduction Cora hasn’t heard a single word of.

She slumps down in her chair and buries her face in the rim of her coffee cup with another groan.

The meeting certainly isn’t going to be as boring as she expected, but she’s so fucked.

#coralydia #cora hale #lydia martin #fanfic

oscar-piastri

I’m not the babysitting type. Coyotes eat their youngs

#malia tate #solomalia #gifset

9musesfan4ever

my heart is safe with you

#dannyethan #danny mahealani #ethan #gifset

anamelesstraveler

I really need to stop waiting until the last minute to finish these.

This is for the Scerek Holiday Special! Saturday’s theme is Mistletoe, and this is a… well, a vague attempt.

Title: That’s not how you use mistletoe Word Count: 1,513 words

It’s a week before Christmas, and Scott McCall is having an asthma attack.

An asthma attack. Of all things. He would laugh if it didn’t feel like his lungs were trying to squeeze themselves up through his throat. One of the only good things about becoming a werewolf had been that this wouldn’t happen anymore. And yet here Scott is, having a goddamned asthma attack.

As of this morning the most Scott had been concerned with was whether or not hiding fake mistletoe around Derek’s loft would be a step over the romantic line into cheesy and lame. It’s their first Christmas together and Scott wants it to be perfect and free of supernatural crisis.

But instead they get sirens. Not cute Disney-esque sirens. No, instead they get “we’re going to nest in Beacon Lake and sing to lure men out into the Preserve where they’ll die from exposure” sirens.

He lets out a wet cough, the taste of something foul on his lips. Scott reaches blindly up to wipe his mouth, trying to concentrate on his breathing.

His hand comes away smeared with black.

Great.

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#derekscott #scott mccall #Derek Hale #fanfic