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1/2 Taking derek's little sister's ic inbox virginity no regrets

[algidity]

I have a question that you probably have an answer to.

2/2

[algidity]

Have you ever met a werecheetah?

oh my~

[resent]

[ what the fuck. ]

What makes you think I have an answer to that?

[triskeles]

text » lbr it's probably during the whole punching scott thing

[driven]

[ guess who isaac left to make sure stiles didn't wake up and start killing people.

guess who gets on the network the moment he leaves to read all the comments.

guess who totally knows what is about to happen. ]

I hope you broke his nose

text » you mean straightening his jaw into submission right

[resent]

[ cora doesn't answer until sometime after. ]

[ she can't really do it when she's trying to pummel an alpha scott into submission. it's a suicide mission, she understands that in the moment she decides to egg him on and in the moments following. she's pissed off with everything; derek, scott, this place. there's too many questions she can't get the answers to; what's wrong with me? where's derek? why isn't he here? where's my mirror? ]

[ but to see some encouragement from allison … a part of her pursued it because she knew isaac wouldn't. and she owed him, for what he did, coming out into the maze for her. and allison, too; one simply didn't take a lame reference and turn it into an inside joke. ]

I promised him I'd straighten his jaw. Hope it broke instead.

text » um definitely.

[driven]

[ by that point, a lot of allison's anger had diminished. that was in part due to how quickly it had surged, from the interaction she and isaac had with mirror scott, to reading the things he said to isaac. what it'd done to him. it was easier for allison to get mad at scott knowing it's not him, but his mirror version. some other part of him.

she doesn't want to be mad at him, but then allison remembers the look in isaac's eyes after the text conversation, and her jaw is set all over again. ]

you're okay, though, right?
he didn't hurt you?
isaac's was still healing from his first punch last I saw him

text »

[exercising]

[ The most important thing here is that Scott sends an attached, shirtless image of himself. Which may be nice under ordinary circumstances, nice if it weren't for the deep gashes spiraling up his torso, up to his neck. They're still bleeding out, staining the top of his sweatpants with blood, obviously left untreated - and Scott plans to keep it that way.

There another image. A smiling picture, and three scratches crossing over Scott's cheek. ]

FW: haha, gues who got out??
i put the bitch back in the cage though

text!

[hypercompetent]

cora
please tell me you aren't playing Matchmaker Werewolf Edition too

text!

[resent]

Stiles.
I'm not playing Matchmaker Werewolf Edition.
I didn't realize there was a game.

text!

[hypercompetent]

oh thank god
you're my favorite person in this mansion ever fyi
and you should continue to go on as such ignorance is bliss after all!!!!!

[triskeles]

I think everyone in this mansion has lost their minds.

[resent]

Stiles is being weirder than usual.
... If that's possible.

[ NOT HERE ]

[driven]

[ EXCUSE YOU ]

audio;

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[When alcohol has loosened your tongue and you're not sure whether the people you've met have lived or died during a four day zombie apocalypse, messages like this happen.

It takes him a while to figure out which phone is Cora's, mostly because Cora is barely more than a stranger. A stranger he feels he needs to check on.]</sub>

Hey. You probably don't know me, but... I didn't have this thing on me before, when the zombies were around. I dunno if you're still here or not, but... thanks. I hope you are.

_{[And that you didn't end up being torn to shreds out there.]}

It's Adam.

text;

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[Here is yet another message Adam doesn't want to send. This time it's not about zombies, but in a way it's worse because this is about something with his face doing god knows what to god knows who.

He and his Mirror don't exactly keep in contact, but when things start to settle down after the party, gloating happens, the kind he finds on a mirror in his room where he's meant to see. Wonderland really puts a new spin on hating yourself.]</sub>

I heard the other me got free and started trouble. Did he do anything to you?

_{[He's not sure what to say, so she get this.]}

text;

[resent]

[ cora's glad adam's not specific. so, he knows — but she's uncertain of what it is he knows. does he know that his mirror had laid one on her? that he had expressed some weird interest in her? she's not really sure how to analyse the entire interaction, either, so she's been avoiding. cora likes to deal with things that she can handle. going after an alpha? she knows there's a good chance it'll get her killed, but she knows how to avenge someone. dealing with someone's alter-ego being anything but the person she's become used to? derek's a ghost of his former self, but he's still derek — and he's not cruel, either. adam's mirror had been anything but like adam. ]

Tried to get me involved in a conga line.

[ in what she can only assume to be a more intimate conga line if she'd taken his offer to go outside. but adam doesn't need to know that. ]

He said a few unpleasant things. It's not a big deal.

[ cora can handle it. ]

after erica arrives !

[algidity]

don't tell her
not about boyd or about what happens to her .

we should wait until she's settled down..



okay?

[resent]

[ cora reads this message over and over. if it were a book, the pages would curl and stain from the moisture on her fingers. but she doesn't reply to him until after — after the bombshell, after the reveal that erica doesn't know her. she hates that isaac's pushed her into a state of inaction. she can't run to her friend, she can't embrace her, she can't simply be the girl no one in wonderland or beacon hills lets her be — a normal seventeen year old who is happy to see a friend. she lets him take the reigns, this kid with the scarves and the history and the presence in erica's current memories. ]

[ (a lot of her anger towards isaac is misdirected. if she looks in the mirror, she knows that that is the person she needs to be angry with.) ]

[ cora doesn't have many people left in her life. and while she's creating bonds with the pack and a few people within wonderland, to have someone she knows and loves fall through the hole to not remember her is a blow cora's not sure how to handle. ]

[ so, she replies back, tersely. ]

Fine.

[Text]

[notmymccalling]

Hey, Cora

Can we talk about something that probably needs serious talking about? I mean, about Matt and Jackson. I don't know if Derek filled you in on either of them, but you probably need to know a few things.

Can we meet somewhere? 9th floor tea room?

[Text]

[resent]

Scott. :)

How serious is it? A now kind of meeting or one that can be postponed?

[ it's not like cora has anything to do, anyway; she had figured matt had a thing against derek, whether a grudge or a romantic inkling, and jackson … she doesn't want to talk about him. the things he said about her family name make her want to punch something. the last thing she wants to do is talk about the jerk who couldn't stop yelling at her for just a minute to say thanks. ]

late night text »

[algidity]

Do you think we'll still be here if the jabberwocky is ever killed?
You think that's why we're here ?
to protect this place?

I don't think I wanna go back to Beacon Hills .
erica's gone
what if we never see her again?

text »

[resent]

We're here because we have to learn something about ourselves. Alice didn't fall down the rabbit hole the first time to defeat some monster. She went on an adventure of self-discovery. If we're here to protect this place, the queens are doing a really great job at encouraging us to give a shit.

[ typed by someone who does not give a shit at all, even if she should. wonderland means more time with derek. wonderland means making up for six lost years. it's not for her to be occupied with some war that she doesn't know the true history of, with the world diverging from the books she knows. if it's frightened isaac to this extent, maybe cora should reconsider her stance and add the jabberwocky onto her list of things to research during her copious amount of downtime. ]

[ cora pauses in her typing, considering ignoring the latter half of isaac's text — not out of spite or anger, but because it's a concern she has, of never being able to see erica again and get the closure she needs of the adoptive sister who had risked her own hide for her back in the vault. nothing she does will ever truly make up for how much erica's own actions and decisions meant to her. having her in wonderland to only be ripped away had been more hurtful than that of any injury she's sustained in her short life. ]

We will.

Maybe that's why we're here. To have those moments we won't get back home.

voice | backdated to July 18th

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[Does he ever hate being in the position of needing to apologize for something mind control made him do.

"Sorry for letting Michael take over my body."
"Sorry for letting my doppelganger do the same thing."
"Sorry for getting the urge to drink until my liver bursts."

He really fucking hates it, but here he is again, mentally preparing something to say when all he really wants to do is wipe everything from his mind. Dean's death, Lucifer, being okay with Sam and Dean in some kind of fake fantasy life...

And Cora. He know Cora will get it, it's not like they haven't been in this position before, but having to talk about fake dating in a fake universe is the last thing he wants to do right about now. It's just something he has to do. Something he'd rather deal with and write off now than have it fester.

So he calls. No safe, anonymous-sounding text this time, he won't let himself.]</sub>

Hey, it's me.

_{[Let's be honest, Cora probably knows him more intimately now than most people he's ever met--or thinks she knows him, he's not sure what to classify being aged down to his early teens as other than "bullshit"--and he thinks they can get away with cutting out the crap.]}

Should we... talk about what happened and get it out there?

[resent]

[ cora's not necessarily the type to brush things under the rug and leave it be, always warning those who happen to stumble into her house to watch the lump beneath the carpet, lest they trip and fall. she's the type to chase after it and grip it between tight fingers, tossing it to the curb and watching as the life within the little beast dies out. for a girl who believes she has all the answers, she certainly doesn't know how the hell to deal with this. being a normal teenage girl without a chip on her shoulder and an anger manipulated by grief is something she doesn't know. being normal — the type of definition those around her are used to, where her normal is a little furrier with more teeth — is out of her element. going to school, having friends, not having a care in the world — those are things she has never taken for granted, having never had those things to begin with. ]

[ a part of her wishes adam had never called. she may not be the type to brush things under the rug, but she'd wanted to. despite how desperately she tried to, seeing derek's younger face — the one she can't even commit to memory beyond being eleven — wears her down, and what she felt while being that eighteen year old with the entire world at her fingertips, available and free, with a family unburnt by arsonists with a grudge, is too hard to let go of. with tentacles, she's found herself stung by a jellyfish created by someone's stupid memory. no matter how hard she pushes herself, it still leaves a mark not even her healing can erase. ]

We dated in a fake universe. [ there, they got it out there. monotone and implied sigh within her voice and all. can this call end now? ] It's not a big deal.