#pertodaqui

amazing, I want to be in her class.

Rules:

Always post the rules

Answer the questions from the person who tagged you

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I was asked:

1. If you could play spin the bottle with any 5 celebrities who would it be?

Definitely Dylan O’Brien, Steven R. McQueen, Johnny Simmons, Kit Harington and Adelaide Kane.

2. What’s your favorite color?

Blue.

3. A genie gives you 3 wishes. What do you wish for?

I would have to think really well about it because I don’t want any shit like Bedazzled.

4. If you could rewrite one part in any tvshow, movie, or book what would it be?

Right now I definitely could rewrite Teen Wolf 3B just to bring Adelaide Kane back and have Stora.

5. What would your ideal child be like? (hair color, hobbies, personality etc.)

This one is hard, I think. I don’t know, I have a thing with gingers since Harry Potter and the Weasleys, so I would like a ginger girl, blue eyes, strong personality (not weak like her mom) and I hope she likes reading.

6. What is one book you would make sure to read to your child or have them read at some point?

One hundred years of solitude, I love that book and as latina I feel that my child have to read it.

7. If you could only listen to one Pandora station or music album for the rest of your life what would it be?

As I said, I live in Narnia, so I can’t use Pandora hahahaha.

8. If you could bring one cartoon character to life who (or what) would it be?

I don’t know with this one hahahaha. Ahm… I was in love with Wheeler from Captain Planet and the Planeteers, so I don’t know.

9. What are your 4 most visited websites?

Facebook, Tumblr, YouTube, Twitter.

10. If you could take 5 people from tumblr to the even of your choice who would you take and where?

I’m not sure about this question, is even or event? Ok, whatever hahahaha. I would choose all the Stora shippers and I would take them to the Comic Con.

11. Favorite pizza toppings (or food if you don’t eat pizza)?

Vegetables? I love pizza but since a few years ago I just love vegetarian pizza. I know, I'm boring.

My questions:

Best memory of your childhood.

At least two guilty pleasures.

If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?

Last song you sang at the shower.

Kiss, marry, fuck.

What was the last lie you said?

What did you want to be when you were a child?

What is your first thought when waking up in the morning?

Favorite character in a TV serie.

If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be?

What's the most delicious food you've ever eaten in your life?

 I Tag:

pertodaqui

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sarameliss

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itsblasttothepast

msh30

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antigoneweareyoung

pertodaqui  asked a question

  Stora blind date please?

  Anonymous asked a question

  Blind date - Stora

    Anonymous asked a question 

  Funfair Dydia or Stora, or both, idk :D

  athenaohwise1  asked a question

  Dydia :) Running into an ex while on valentines day date 

  The gates of The Valentine a Fairground were plastered with hearts, and above them more hearts looked like they were supposed to be floated. They weren’t, they were hearts stuck on poles and quite frankly they looked like health hazards. 

Inside the gate was just as bad, there were people dressed as Cupid, and large cut-outs of famous couples. Further back were picture galleries where one could stick their head through the holes and become Batman and their partner Batgirl? Superman looked like he was about to get off with Wonder Woman and - was that Thor and Loki? 

It got worse, there was pink cotton candy everywhere, and roller coasters promised as much romance as the love tunnel. People sold giant stuffed toys and there were shooting ranges with heart shaped bullets. 

The worst part of it all had to be the disgusting love songs blaring overhead, mourning loss or celebrating a lifetime together. Derek had a headache already and he had barely paid the extortionate entry fee, for four, and received a pile of heart shaped chips for god knows what purpose. 

He stood by the gate, arms folded across his chest whilst Cora went about her favourite past time of making fun of him. ‘I can’t believe how whipped you are big bro; I mean; look at you, here, wearing the shirt she told you to wear!’ Cora laughed. 

Derek looked down at his red (‘maroon Derek, its maroon,’) v neck and shrugged. It was a nice shirt, and part of his valentine gift from his girlfriend. He and Lydia had met at college, he a history major and Lydia majoring in something Derek still couldn’t pronounce. Science, he liked to say. They had never done tacky valentine dates. They would cook for each other, play soft music, massage and finish up on some good sex that was how they rolled. That was what Derek expected tonight and instead he got this, hocking his little sister out on a blind date to one of Lydia’s friends. He didn’t know which one, but he had his suspicions. 

'Derek!' A voice called out and Derek turned to see Lydia coming towards the gates he was waiting by. The girl at the ticket booth looked unsure for a moment until Derek reached Lydia over two tickets. She gave Lydia more chips and then Derek was gaping at his girlfriend because his suspicions were correct, that idiot Stilinski was Cora's date. 

'Seriously Lydia?' Derek asked. Cora rose up on her toes and kissed Derek on the mouth. 

'Shirt suits you,' she said running her fingers over his chest. Derek smiled down at her for a heartbeat before Cora was clearing her throat. 'Sorry but I'm greeting my boyfriend!' Lydia snapped but she was smiling and Cora stuck her tongue out. 'Stiles this is Cora, Cora meet Stiles!' 

'Hi,' Stiles gave her an awkward wave and Cora leered back and Derek didn't need this, couldn't watch the car crash that was about to happen.  

'You're not what I expected,' Cora said and Derek turned away, rolling his eyes to the heavens, begging for some sort of mercy. All he got was Lydia tugging his arm around her. 

'So we were thinking that we can all spend an hour or so together and then split up and have some alone time,' Lydia said. Derek wondered to what “we” she referred. 

'Sounds riveting,' he said instead. Lydia kicked him. 

'Oh look,' Cora said reaching for Lydia's hand. They walked towards the picture stands and Derek laughed out loud as Cora pressed her chin over the place for Thor and Lydia posed as Loki. 

'So hot,' Stiles said beside Derek. 

'Shut up!' Derek said but he couldn't get rid of that happy feeling in his tummy. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be a disaster after all. 

***

The night was a disaster. 

The pairs split up soon after Stiles and Derek posed as Iron Man and Hulk. Cora dragged Stiles towards the log flume while Lydia had been drawn to the fortune tellers. There was a couple’s session and Lydia begged Derek to join her. He did, with his usual demeanour. 

'Lydia and Derek,' the old woman said, her hands dancing over her crystal ball. 'In your futures I see great things for you both. You will be a woman of power Lydia, and where you lead others will follow. You study science?'

'That’s correct,' Lydia smiled tightening her fingers around Derek's. 

'I can see that,' the woman said softly. 'And you?' She pinned Derek with a stare. 'This one you cannot trust, he will break your heart as he has broken hearts before!' 

'I'm sorry?' Lydia asked. 

'This affair, it is short term, for him you are but a stepping stone towards his future. The wild never settle!' She practically spat. 

'Yeah this bullshit is over!' Derek said getting up. 

'You are afraid of the truth. You take women after woman yet you do not commit!' She snarled. 

'Derek and I have been together for four years,' Lydia said looking from the fortune teller to her furious boyfriend. 'If he cheated I think I'd know!'

'He disgusts me!' The woman snarled. 

'I'm leaving,' Derek said. 

'A curse, a curse on your heart, a curse on your testicles, a curse on your wallet!' She screamed. Lydia took Derek's hand and followed him outside. 

'Did that fucker seriously just curse my junk?' Derek raised an eyebrow to Lydia. She couldn't help it, she burst out laughing. Derek caught her as she leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, his own big body shaking with laughter too. 

'You seem to attract weirdo’s,' Lydia said. 

'You're friends with Stiles,' Derek pointed out. 

'Uh, excuse me, she didn't mean it,' a voice said. Lydia turned to find a girl with purple hair and a pierced lip smiling at them. She was wearing an AC DC shirt and torn jeans. 

'Becka?' Derek said. 

'She recognised you, I have no idea how but- I'm sorry,' the girl said to Derek. Lydia pressed herself close to her boyfriend’s side and slipped her hand into the back pocket of his jeans. 

'It’s okay, I just thought it was-' Derek bit his lip but Becka smiled and despite her dark makeup she looked pretty, soft even. 

'Some crazy old lady?' Becka said. 

'Yeah.' Derek said. Becka turned to smile at Lydia. 'This is my- Lydia,' Derek said and the lack of position stung. Lydia swallowed her hurt and smiled. 

'Have you two been together long?' Becka asked tilting her head to the side and tapping her lip piercing. 

'A little over four years,' Lydia finally spoke. 

'Wow, four years, and you're just dating?' Becka said. 

'We got a place together,' Lydia said. 

'Oh, that's nice,' Becka said. 'Look I must dash but you should call me Derek, my number hasn't changed.'

'Yeah, I'll do that,' Derek said as Becka turned away. Lydia refused to let Becka see she was rattled; she kept her arm around Derek until she was sure they were out of sight. 

'What the fuck was that?' Lydia snapped. 

'Becka, an ex from sophomore year of college.' Derek said. 

'Girlfriend, Derek, you couldn't say girlfriend!' Lydia threw her hands up in the air. 

'I didn't say girlfriend because you're more than that!' Derek said. 'I called you my Lydia,' he muttered. 

'My Lydia. You are a dick you know that!' Lydia hissed crossing her arms. 

'Lovers tiff?' Someone heckled. 

'Fuck off!' Lydia snapped. 'And you agreed to call her, and just dating, we're not just dating we own a fucking house! We have a mortgage!' 

'I'm aware of the mortgage Lydia, I pay it,' Derek said crossing his arms over his chest. 'And what was I supposed to say? No I won't call you?'

'Yes, you could have said that you had no reason to call her so you wouldn't do it!' Lydia said. 

'I don't want to call her!' Derek said. 

'Just like you didn't want me to be your girlfriend?' Lydia said. 

'No, I don't want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to be more, but that's not a thing that you want,' Derek scuffed his toe in the dried mud underfoot. 

'I don't want what?' Lydia said. 

'More, more labels, more commitment, you want your career and you have your future all planned out,' Derek huffed. 

'Derek, what do you want?' Lydia asked. She stepped towards him and pulled his arms open. 

'You, I want you. I'd love a family and a teaching job but if I can't get it all I want is you, you'll do for me, whatever way I can get you,' Derek said. Lydia watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat. 

'Derek, I want it all, I want all of you too. I always thought you didn't want to get married,' Lydia admitted. 

'I always thought you didn't want to marry me,' Derek muttered. 

'You're a fool, I'm a fool,' Lydia took his face in her hands. She ignored the jeers of the crowds as she licked into Derek's mouth. 

Perhaps it wasn’t a total disaster. 

***

'Oh. My. God. Look at that piece of miracle!' Stiles said stopping dead. Cora stopped beside him, his fingers loose on her hand. 

'What?' She frowned. Stiles turned to her, his eyes bright and her belly flopped a little. Stiles was cute, just her type and he was friendly. They would get on well together. 

'It’s an Iron Man plush doll!' Stiles pointed to the superhero doll hanging from a shooting range. 

'Let’s try,' Cora said. 

'I'm not a great shot,' Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. 

'I'm fucking awesome,' Cora winked. Stiles grinned and flushed as he followed her to the range. 'How do we get Iron Man?' Cora asked. 

The guy handed her a gun. ‘One hundred per cent,’ he said. 

Cora smirked over her shoulder, took aim and hit all six targets dead centre. The matchstick the guy was gnawing on fell to the ground and he wordlessly reached Iron Man over. Stiles was gaping too, but he swallowed when Cora turned towards him. 

'That was the hottest thing I ever saw,' Stiles swallowed. 

'It was meant to be,' Cora whispered pecking Stiles on the cheek. 'Come on; let's scare the actors in the Haunted house!'

Stiles tucked Iron Man underneath his arm and trotted to catch up with Cora. ‘Where did you learn to shoot like that?’ 

'I'm a cop, I've just completed my criminology degree and I decided to work before doing further studies,' Cora said. 

'I've just been accepted into the FBI, I want to be a behaviour analyst,' Stiles said. 'I've been a beat cop for three years now but I have a masters in psychology and criminology!' 

'I thought you were a computer nerd or something. No offence - nerds are my thing but-'

'Is me being in the FBI a turn off?' Stiles bit his lip. 

'What? No way, it's hot! But you said you were a crap shot,' Cora said suddenly poking him in the chest. 

'Well I sort of kind of lied to you. I didn't want to-' Stiles sucked on his cheek. 

'Hey, you're still hot stuff,' Cora stepped closer resting her hands on his shoulders, 'even if I am the better shot!'

'Oh really, we've just met and you're acting like that?' Stiles teased. 

'What can I say,' Cora twirled on the spot, 'I'm a woman of talent,' she winked. 

'Yeah well let's talent the Haunted House,' Stiles said. 

'Scared?' Cora raised an eyebrow.

'Fucking petrified!' Stiles swallowed. 

'Aww, poor baby, here hold my hand and I'll protect you!' Cora teased. Stiles took advantage of her offer and together they walked into the Haunted House. 'Ghosts in love,' Cora read, lifting a sceptical eyebrow.

‘A love story on Valentine’s day, how romantic,’ Stiles said fluttering his eyebrows. Cora shot him a glare that turned into a grin. Not for the first time that evening Stiles realised how perfect she was for him, how badass and cute she was and Stiles was just smitten, smitten with how friendly she was, how much fun they were having, and all he wanted to do was find someplace to hide away and talk for hours, see what music and movies she was into, talk books and discuss conspiracy theories, but instead he followed her into the damned Haunted House.

They walked through it together, and instead of being frightening, the actors offered them candies and kissed each other. One old woman cooed over how cute they were and offered them both words of wisdom for their future.

‘Crazy,’ Cora muttered as they left the house. Stiles offered her a chocolate. ‘Hey look, Lovers Tunnel!’ Cora said tugging Stiles by the hand.

Small boats were floating past with couples curled up together in them. Derek and Lydia were a few in front of them and Cora scrunched up the wrapper of her candy, tossing it at the back of Derek’s head. They ducked just as he turned his head, covering their mouths so they wouldn’t be caught laughing. When they straightened Derek was looking the other way.

‘Best not chance my arm again,’ Cora winked as they moved forward. Stiles handed over the tokens and they stepped into the little boat. It was less steady than Stiles would have liked but it moved swift enough and Cora snuggled into his side.

‘This is-‘ Stiles never got to finish because Cora was kissing him, her hand pressed into his cheek, her mouth moving against his. Stiles opened his lips and let their tongues touch, his hand sliding down her thigh.

‘Not every couple can say they had their first kiss in the Lovers Tunnel,’ Cora teased. Stiles pecked her nose and she glared. ‘I’ll kiss Iron Man instead,’ she said indicating the toy underneath Stiles’s arm.

‘Hey, we’re bros man,’ Stiles said. Cora snorted and they were getting off the shitty boat and back on firm land again.

‘Do you want to get something to eat before we leave?’ Cora asked.

‘Sure, why not,’ Stiles said wrapping his arm around Cora. She took Iron Man from him and grinned at each other.

***

‘I think they like each other,’ Lydia said as Stiles held the door open for Cora. He had offered to drive her home and she accepted.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cora Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Cora Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall Additional Tags: College AU, Drugs, Love, Art School Summary:

Stora art school AU: Cora is a painter, Stiles is a photographer and she’s his new favorite subject.

Cora used the same team for all of her photo shoots, no matter what company. Usually they lets her have some creative control, which is a lot more than most modes could say they had but she wasn't most models. If a company wanted a pretty face they get any girl, if they wanted people to notice they called Cora, and everyone did.

She was listening to Erica, her best friend and makeup artist, talk about her her boyfriend, Boyd, when the director of the shoot walked over. "You look amazing honey. Are we ready to get started?"

"Yeah I'm all ready to go Tiffany." She took a drink from her water bottle and got up from her chair as Erica gave a few finishing touches.

Tiffany looked over at her assistant and pointed at the accessory table. "Daniel bring me the cuffed watch. We need something to cover this tattoo."

Cora held up her hand and shook her head. "Whoa...my manager should have told you this but I don't cover my tattoo."

Tiffany held the watch in her hand and gave Cora a condescending smile. "Yes but with the direction we're taking this photo shoot your tattoo doesn't quite fit."

Cora got that look a lot. Most people just thought that she was a dumb model who just did what she was told and she loved setting them straight. "I understand that but like I said, I don't cover my tattoo. If it's a problem the. you'll have to find someone else."

Tiffany's smile was gone but she still held the watch. "This is a big campaign Ms. Hale. We are paying you the largest amount we've ever paid a model..."

She shrugged and took the watch, putting it on her makeup table."I'll be more than happy to give you your money back but you wanted me for a reason." She held up her wrist so that Tiffany could get a good look. "This triskelion is important to me and my family, I won't cover it up for this company or any other one. I don't care if you paid me ten times what you're paying me now."

"Fine, we'll make it work." Tiffany gestured behind her. "Scott McCall is our photographer today."

Cora had worked with him a few times and recognized him. He walked over, ignoring the obvious tension in the air. "Hey, ready to rock and roll."

"Always."

She work on four different sets and worked the whole day. There was another full day of shooting left and all the shots need to be approved.

The next day she was there extra early getting ready. Erica was doing her makeup and she was still in her sweats when Tiffany's assistant walked over to give her the rundown of how everything was going to go. "Okay no problem. Hey can I get the proofs from yesterday?"

He nodded and looked down at his phone."Yeah I'll have someone bring them from our editor guy."

After about ten minutes a girl walked over and handed her an envelope of the pictures. "Damn you look hot Cora, thanks to me of course." Erica laughed looking over her shoulder as she flipped through them.

She laughed with her and looked closer at the pictures. "We all know I'd be nothing without you. Do these look a bit off to you?"

Erica picked up one the the photos and looked at them to try and spot something. "What do you mean?"

"They Photoshopped my tattoo out." She hopped up from the chair and went to find the girl who gave her the envelope. "Hey! Where did you get this?"

The girl looked up from a stack of papers she had in her hands. "Um...the photo editor."

"Where is the photo editor?"

She turned and pointed to the back of the building. "He's back there. Nerdy looking kid with his nose in a laptop, can't miss him."

The girl was right he was easy to spot. He was sitting at a table with headphones in and was the only person she was who wasn't running around. Cora walked up to him and tapped his shoulder to get his attention "Are you the one who edited these photos?"

He pulled his headphones out and froze when he saw her. "Uh..y-yeah. S-Something wrong?"

Cora tossed the pictures in his lap, frustrated that he would do it. "Yes! I gave specific instructions yesterday that I don't cover up my tattoo. That doesn't mean you get to Photoshop it out!" She was pissed that they would try and go behind her back with this.

He stood up and took a few steps back. "I just do what I'm told. Tiffany told me to get rid of the tattoo so that's what I did."

She took a deep breath and instantly felt bad about yelling at him. "Can you just fix it? I don't care what Tiffany says, if she had a problem with it tell her to come to me."

He smiled at her and nodded. "I can pull up the original for you. The files right here on my computer."

"Thanks." She kneeled down next to him to get a better look at the screen. "Sorry for snapping at you. What's your name?"

He cleared his throat and typed something on his laptop. "I'm...umm...Stiles. I'm Stiles...yeah."

His nervousness made her smile. "Okay, I'm..."

"Cora Hale I know." He said cutting her off. "Pretty sure if I didn't know who you were I'd loose my job."

"Well Stiles if you loose your job because of me then you'll just have to work for me. It's the least I can do for biting your head off." She shrugged.

"Thanks." He typed a few more things and pulled the files up. "Here you go, these are all the originals from yesterday."

Cora looked at them and then looked back at the ones she was given earlier to try and figure out what else he had done. "What did you do to them besides cover the tattoo?"

Stiles shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing."

She snickered and kept looking through the photos. "Yeah right, Someone always does something to them."

"There's nothing wrong with them." He looked over at her. "Any one who touches your photos should loose their job."

She had been given compliments before but there was something about the way he said it and the way he looked at her that made her blush. "With a line like that your girlfriend is lucky."She was definitely fishing but he didn't seem to notice.

He scoffed and walked over to the printer grabbing the photos. "What girlfriend?"

 She stood up and took the pictures as he handed them to her. "To many models to choose from?"

"There are more important people around here for the models to hang out with."

Erica whistled to get her attention.  "Cora they're almost ready."

"Okay. I'm on my way." She waved good bye to Stiles and started to follow Erica but stopped and turned. "You know I consider myself more of a business woman than a model. Maybe I'll come find you after the shoot and we can hang out."

I have big final papers due the next few weeks, so I should finish You And I sometime before December ends. Fingers cross.