finally back home with my laptop

How to force yourself to study

Pro-tip to force yourself to study, do HW, or work on projects: Study on campus. Seriously, get your laptop, books, notes, calculator and walk/ drive/ bike to campus.

The reason for the is quite simple: studying on campus associates the place you have lectures and take tests. This helps your brain make connections faster.

And even better: you will never get distracted. When you’re home you have all these distractions just waiting for you, making it hard for you to concentrate. When you are on campus, you have groups of other students studying, which gets you into the mental “study zone”. For even better results, don’t use headphones, but just get immersed in the “ambient study noise.” It’s something like the students are telepathically encouraging you to study.

And finally, it makes it hard to quit studying. To quit studying (or even take a “longer” study break) you need to leave campus and go back home, which takes time. This encourages you to stay and study until the end. (Obviously you can take short study breaks and do things like take a stroll around campus of something like that. In fact I encourage it.)

And just to prove that it works, I’m on campus every day of the week from 8am to 9pm and I always get all my work done. Yep, I’m the guy constantly in the 24-hour lounge with my laptop studying and doing HW. And it works.

New Besties

This wasn’t actually requested because i have been having a really hard time writing requests lately. Fear not though the requests will get done at some point. 

Jughead x reader 

Reader is new to Riverdale and she ends up being friends with Cheryl but Jughead helps her end that friendship since she hates Cheryl

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


Being one of the river vixens was hard already. Put that on top of being one of the shyest people alive. Not fun. Cheryl Blossom had taken a liking to me if you could even call it that. I was new and right as I stepped in she came and spoke to me. It was nice to have someone actually speak to me since I didn’t know anybody but now I want her gone. She is the devil in a pretty girls body.The first time I noticed something might be off was when I talked about homework with her

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“Ugh. my creative writing teacher is giving me an assignment.” I complained as I sat with three of the girls after cheerleading practice

“What’s the assignment” Anna, one of Cheryl’s minions asked me.

“I have to write a four-page love story with at least two cliches,” I said. I didn’t even know what the hell I was gonna use but then something or more like someone gave me an idea. “Maybe I’ll write it about a popular girl who is in love with a geeky guy nobody notices.” I started but Cheryl caught me off before I finish my epic story about my own life. I was unbelievably in love with Jughead Jones but he didn’t notice me.

“Ew. Those girls are so gross. Like if you’re popular you should try to keep being popular hanging with the outsiders isn’t gonna help you in the long run” she said. I didn’t really pay attention, though. Jughead had sat down and I noticed how he started typing away on his computer. “Right Y/N,” Cheryl said.

“Yeah sure,” I said not really having known what she had talked about.

End of flashback

I sat with the other cheerleaders talking about who our lab partners were. I was more than happy with mine. I had finally after 4 months of waiting been paired up with Jughead on something. “Yeah, that sucks. Luckily I got Reggie.” Cheryl said. I turned to look at her with a questionable expression.

“Really. You think that’s lucky. Reggie knows about as much as my little 3-year-old-brother” I commented making the other girls laugh.

“Yeah well at least mine isn’t creepy” she said referring to Jughead. I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting all alone in the corner of the cafeteria.

“Jughead isn’t creepy. He’s actually really nice, we have creative writing together” I said making Cheryl the one with a questionable expression.

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It’s your birthday!

Originally posted by evresed-no

Happy birthday @hutchhitched! We are pleased to post this story for you, submitted by the always wonderful @norbertsmom. (Be nicer than this guy when you get your cake, yeah?) ;)


Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this little story.

Rated T for mention of traffic accident and mention of death.


Guard You From Harm

Katniss walked into the classroom and smiled at the only person outside of her immediate family who had that effect on her.

“Good morning, Peeta,” Katniss greeted as she plopped down in her chair and handed him a cup of hot chocolate. “How was your weekend?”

“Great,” he grumbled while struggling with his laptop. He absentmindedly slid a bakery bag with grease stains over to Katniss. He quickly looked up and her and said, “It’s always nice when I can get home to see my dad. How was your weekend?”

“Ugh, don’t ask,” Katniss answered then opened the bag and inhaled deeply. She gave Peeta a quick grin, even though he was already back with his nose in his computer, and reached inside the bag. She pulled out a cheesebun and popped it in her mouth. She loved it when he went home on the weekends. He always came back with her favorite.

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Hello Hello

Jughead x Reader
A really shit, short imagine slightly based on Hello Hello by Fickle Friends (Please check out the song, and the band guys. I love them so much!)
Prompt:
Jughead and the reader are in a relationship but she worries about how much time he is spending on his novel. 

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Hello Hello 

Your a problem but your mine. I think you hide it well despite the dark around your eyes. 

“Jug?” you ask, rising your head off the arm of the couch where you had been resting minutes ago. He was sat on the other side of the couch to you, squished to the other arm of the couch since you had curled yourself up on the rest. The only light in the room coming from his laptop screen which was balanced carefully on his lap as his long, delicate fingers typed away frantically. The light only showed a faint outline of his face which was pouting with concentration as he worked his magic. No reply left his lips, keeping them pursed and tight.

“Jug” you repeat, sitting up right and leaning over to touch his arm. Despite the touch being gentle and soft, he still jumps with surprise. “Jug” you laugh, his face looking as surprised.
“What are you doing awake?” he asks, his eyes scrunched up as they adjust to the darkness of the rest of the room.
“I could ask you the same” you laugh, looking at the bottom corner of his screen which displayed the time. 2am.
“I feel like I’m really getting somewhere with my novel.”
“I feel like you need to get some sleep” making a subtle remark to the dark circles which had formed around his eyes through the countless nights of staying up late working on his novel. You supported him so much with his work, always giving him space to concentrate. Sometimes you felt kind of pushed out of the picture, left out in the background of his life. But you adored his passion for his work, so often left him to do his own thing, appreciating the special moments you had together.

“I’m fine” he lies, turning his face back to the screen.
“Jug come on” you push, grabbing the material of his sleeve and tugging on it gently. You could see a little smile start to appear on his lips as you pouted your own lips like a child. He finally gives in and closes down his laptop as you drag the both of you upstairs to bed.

Sitting on my suitcase in the doorway out of spite.

“You don’t seem to get it” you sigh, leaning against the door-frame to Archie’s room. Luckily Archie and his dad weren’t home to listen to the two of you arguing cause they would have tried to calm you down, which would have made things ten times worse. Jughead was sat on the bed, laptop to the side of him as he kept glancing between the screen and you.
“Your not even listening now, are you?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. You loved this guy to pieces yet he could barely make the time to talk to you. This relationship felt completely one sided, it wasn’t fair on you.
“This is what I need to be doing Y/N. I’m sorry” He sighs, pulling off his beanie, a gesture he only did when he was stressed as being seen without it was like a criminal offence. He rubbed a band through his jet black hair, pieces of it springing back over his forehead, over his eyes. The bags were still dark and prominent.
“I’m worried about you” you finally admit. “Forgetting about us for a second, because there doesn’t seem to be an us right now. You barely sleep. Barely eat.”
“I’m… I’m focused”
“There is a difference between focused and obsessed!” You emphasis, maybe shouting a bit louder then you intended.
“Maybe I am obsessed Y/N!” he snaps, throwing his hand out in the air. You jump at his shout, surprised at the sudden aggression. “Maybe I am. But this is all I have right now!”

Your breath feels knocked out of your lungs. Nothing. You were nothing to him, and finally he admits it. You slowly nod your head to him, taking in everything he has said. Tears from in your eyes as you grab your sweater and walk away from the room.
“You had me” you sigh, before leaving the house, and Jughead behind.
  
Your a winner even though you think you’re not.

You sat in a booth at Pop’s with Betty sat opposite you. You had rang her as soon as you left Archie’s, in tears, in need of a milkshake. She sat comforting you as you told her the truth about how pushed out you felt, how much you adored him and his passions but you hated watching his destroy himself and ignoring you in the process.
“Y/N” a rough, breaking voice says next to you. You look up to see Jughead stood near the booth, his cheeks red and raw, his eyes blurred. You try to force a smile but you know it looks pained. Betty gets up from the other side of the booth to give the two of you some privacy. Instead of sitting opposite you, he decides to sit close to you on your side of the booth.

“Y/N I’m so sorry” he sighs, looking deep into your eyes.
“I just care about you”
“I know.”
“Then let me. Stop pushing me away” you sigh, turning to your milkshake and taking a sip, breaking the intense gaze he had been giving you. You couldn’t look at him without feeling sorry for him, looking at how tired he was. “I know how shit things have been recently. With the drive in being destroyed, and your dad… but I’m just trying to be there for you”

“I know. I know I’ve been so focused on my novel and not focused enough on you. You are so important to me Y/N” he says seriously, gently taking your hands and stroking your skin with the rough pad of his thumb.
  
“I know it feels like your not winning at life right now, I get that. Your always there for me when I need you. I just wish you would let me do the same”
“I’m always a winner, because I have you” he says, one hand cupping the back of my head, gently stroking parts of my hair. I give him a small smile as he leans in closer and presses his lips gently on mine. It only lasts a second but I know he means it.
“Just listen to me when I tell you to go to sleep” I joke, a smile appearing on his lips as he laughs.


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More from Design process - but I am going to start posting some stuff from my other classes. I failed to grasp what my previous crit told me to improve upon but there was some unexpected points as well. WELP I GET TO REDESIGN THEM ONCE MORE BEFORE THE FINAL COLORING !!

Anyways - I was thinking of opening up commissions again cause I want to raise the funds to get a laptop and a tablet so I can go to school AND work more. ( Massively harder to post my work when I always have to travel back home.) Anyways - I’ll keep y’all posted with the happenings and I hope you all have a good eveing /morning (depending on where ya at lol)

Moving Out

Summary: After five years of living in their London apartment, it’s finally time to move out and start making new memories in a different place.

Words: 1.5k 

A/N: What an original title right? This is just a short oneshot to celebrate the momentous occasion of Dan and Phil moving out of their apartment! I know this isn’t a celebration for everyone and some people are feeling quite sad but, considering i’ve been waiting for this to happen for months, I’m going to be happy. Even though I’m ad to see the end of the London apartment.

Read it on AO3 


Looking around the apartment, Dan still couldn’t believe how far they had come. It felt like it was just yesterday that the apartment was full of boxes and they were getting ready to move in.

Now, the apartment was full of boxes once again but, this time, it was for the opposite reason. It was their last night in the apartment they had lived in for five years and they were going to be moving in to their new place the following day. As happy as they were to finally be about to move out, it was also kind of bittersweet.

They lived through so many memories in their London apartment. Dan could hardly belief all they had been through in the last five years. From having their own radio show on BBC Radio One, to writing a book and getting to go on tour around the world. They were five crazy years.

Five years of ups, but also downs. Dan still remembered living through some of the worst moments in his life in their London apartment. From frequent existential crises, to fighting with Phil during their first few months after moving in. It was hard to believe that, after five years, it was finally time to say goodbye.

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Not That Biased

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / JB / Jinyoung 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project, which is very distracting since you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though - if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.

Originally posted by jinyaung


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Young Fem!Reader x Brother Figure/Alpha Scott

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Reader has nightmares of Isaac and Reader’s abusive home life





The plate dropped to the ground and your eyes locked on your brothers from across the room. The sound of it shattering into tiny pieces was almost like a warning bell for the both of you, Isaac quickly pushed his chair back as a glass was launched towards you, taking the blow as he crushed you to his chest and told you it was going to be ok.


“I’m sorry Isaac!” You yelped when he was grabbed and dragged towards the basement.


 

You threw you blankets back, gasping for air as the nightmare left your body coated in sweat, Melissa’s room was just next door so she heard you cry out and had hurried in. She wrapped you in a tight hug as you sobbed into her shoulder.


“It’s alright (Y/N), if you have a bad dream you can find me ok.” Melissa said gently.


“Ok.” You whimpered.

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You may or may not remember me saying I was home and could finally play. yea um, my desktop died…..

So anyway, I lost everything I had on there, including the Otters. 

I’m currently downloading the game on my meh laptop like i used to way back when, I’m going to be playing cc-less (other than default skins and eyes probably) and with laptop mode on if this computer can still even run it at all. 

Wish me luck ! (if it works i’m going to get started on a new family I have so much new content I haven’t really explored)

[I finished P5!! Aaaaaaa it was amazing, I’m so satisfied with it. Definitely worth the wait. This means I’ll be back working on replies as of today - though I’ve stupidly left my laptop at home, so I won’t be posting anything until tomorrow at least.

It also means I can finally follow and interact with P5 blogs 👌 I’m excited to get to know everyone I’ve been unable to talk with until now!

ps: I’ll… be making a Makoto in the coming days… expect her soon(ish)…]

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Hey my wifi was acting bad while my parents deal with the at&t person, i went to starbucks to fo my homework. I ordered my usual green tea latae and water. I saw that i was connected,on my laptop, to the wifi but not working . i asked a barista and they said the wifi was down! After that i finished my bio homework since i don’t need wifi for that homework. So i went back home and the at&t person left. so this a shot of me finally finished my homework.day 35/100.
P.s i used my new backpack from my birthday for when my school bag is way too heavy for me.

Despair

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

Warnings: Death, blood

Words: 346

Request: requested by anonymous: Maybe an angsty Alexander fic where he comes home from war to find that his wife is dead?

A/N: Sorry this took so long I didn’t see the ask and I just got back from school and my laptop was updating, so that took forever but it’s here now!

It was finally the day Alexander Hamilton would return from the war. He had been waiting weeks to see his beautiful wife, Y/N, and now was finally the time he would be able to greet her with open arms.

He carefully walked up the steps to his home, opening the door and calling out to Y/N. “I’m back, Y/N!”

Silence. No footsteps. No voice. The house was filled with an eerie silence.

Maybe she was just asleep. Alex thought to himself, allowing himself to make his way to their shared bedroom. Before he did, his eyes fell upon a red stain on the rug just in front of the kitchen. No. Was all he could think as he raced into the kitchen. Before him laid his wife, blood spattered around leaked out through her skirts. This can’t be happening.

He fell beside her, a cry escaping his throat as he stared at her lifeless body, refusing to believe the sight in front of the man. She was dead. Y/N was dead.

“Alex? Where’s Y/N, we only returned yesterday I’d be surprised if you got her away from you this long.” Lafayette joked as Alex stood, slightly disheveled, and extremely sleepless. “Are you alright, mon ami? You do not look well.”

“It’s Y/N. She’s-” Alex’s breath hitched as he tried to get the words out. “She’s dead.”

“Mon dieu.” Was all Lafayette said, his voice quiet and filled with sadness. “How did she..?” He didn’t have to finish his sentence, and they both knew he didn’t want to.

“I don’t know. I got home and she was in the kitchen. There was blood everywhere Laf I-” He collapsed in front of the Frenchman, defeated. “She’s gone.” He whispered, despair lacing his voice. “I miss her so much.”

Tell me your worst procrastination story!

I’ll go first.

One time in college, I flew to visit my friend in another country during reading week (the week before finals that you’re supposed to spend studying). I was set to come back to school the night before my final, which I thought was a take-home final. On the last day of my visit, we went out and got really drunk (her fault… probably). Next day, I drag my hungover ass to the airport in total agony, get to my gate, sit down, open my laptop to study for the first time and realize that I had been mistaken. My final the next day was in class. Not take home. And I had not studied at all. And I was too hungover to function. Well, I thought, I guess failing isn’t the worst thing in the world. There’s a first time for everything.

My flight was delayed, and I ended up not getting home until 9pm. Still hungover, I begrudgingly stayed up most of the night trying to scrape together what I could in hopes of pulling off a miracle. After all, I’d spent years honing my procrastination craft. Don’t fail me now!

I went in the next morning aggressively ignoring my classmates. The last thing I wanted to hear was how hard they had been studying. The professor passed out the exam, and as I flipped through it I realized, holy crap, I can do this! I don’t know how I am possibly about to get away with this, but I am! 

As I walked out, I heard a few classmates remark how hard they thought the exam was. I couldn’t believe it. I ended up getting an A- and my favorite story of my entire academic career. Thank god for my insane BS-ing skills.

So, since I’m procrastinating right now, what are your best procrastination stories?

anonymous asked:

but baby jeon still always trying to settle himself onto ur lap and wanting to be carried -baby jeon anon

doing your work at the boy’s place was something you weren’t too keen on. mainly because there were too many damned distractions and just when you’ve gotten some peace and quiet, it usually gets wrecked. however, today was much more surprising than you thought. you could finally focus, get something done, and you wouldn’t feel bad about it when you go home and-“noona,”-well, you spoke way too fucking soon.

“jungkook-ah, i’m trying to do my work,” you try to usher him off nicely, remaining still on the floor, legs outstretched with your laptop on your thighs. you can hear him huffing, the four year old sitting back on his legs beside you with his shorter limbs crossing together, “but noona…”

“i’m really sorry, but i’m busy,” you coo, sparing him just a few seconds to look at him, pinch his cheek and give him a quick smooch on his forehead. before he can relish to your touches of affection, you’ve already gone back to your work and he sighs. you would’ve expected him to stalk off to his hyungs but what he does makes you frustrated yet your heart is swelling. 

jungkook’s made up his mind to crawl on your legs, tiny hands and small palms steadying himself and you have to put your laptop away to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. you can’t be mad at him when he chuckles heartily at the sight of your laptop disappearing and he hurries up to get to your lap. when he does, he just gets comfortable on you until his head sits on your stomach. he tilts his chin up to look at you and you can’t help but smile down on him, running your fingers through his hair, “what am i going to do with you?” you sigh, yet, leaning down to nuzzle your nose with his that he starts chuckling and the sound of him being so happy is enough to ignore your work for the time being.

from the corner sits hoseok, and it should be him because then he says, “baby privileges, they fucking exist.”

Other Girl

Anon Request: I really like your writing style!! Can you make an imagine in which the reader and Dan aren’t really together but they are really close. So close that Dan, Phil and the reader live together. But Dan gets the opportunity to go on a date with Cat. You can just do what you want from there! Thanks!!!

Thank-you so much for the request :) I hope this is okay xxoo
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You were sat in the living room with your two roommates, Dan and Phil. Phil was sat on his own chair where as you lay across another with your head resting on Dan’s lap.
No, you and Dan were not a couple, but you were extremely close. You had moved in with the boys a year ago now and have never regretted it.

“Who are you texting, Dan?” Phil asked. Dan had missed most of the movie as he was sat staring at the screen of his phone, the light glowing onto his joyful face.
“Uh, just cat” Dan smiled
“Oh, okay” Phil replied with raised eyebrows.
The room went silent again as the movie continued to show on the TV screen.
After another hour you all decided it was time to turn in, you all walked your separate ways to your rooms, Dan’s eyes still glued to his phone.

Usually you and Dan would have sat up all night together, watching videos, playing mario kart and all sorts of things. However he didn’t even say good night to you this time. You couldn’t deny the pinch of jealousy that rest in you stomach, yet you knew that there was nothing you could do about it. You were simply close friends.

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“Morning Dan” you greeted as you entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
“Oh, morning Y/N” he smiled in return
“So I was thinking about going to the movies tonight, would you like to come?”
“Sorry I can’t tonight. I’m going out” Dan replied, his voice filled with excitement
“Oh, where are you going?” Usually whenever Dan went out you were always invited
“Actually, I’m going on a date with Cat” Dan smiled.
You suddenly got a sickly feeling in the bottom of your stomach. Why should this bother you? Your only friends. Really, really close friends…

“Oh, okay..” You replied quietly as you walked back to your room with your head hung low.
Your emotions were all over the place, you really wanted to feel excited for Dan… But you couldn’t.
You lay in bed all day, listening to music and scrolling through tumblr.
The sky had started to darken when there was a knock at your bedroom door.
“Yes?” You called as the door swung open
“y/n! I really need your help! I have no idea what to wear!”
“Okay, okay. I’m coming..”
Something felt wrong about helping Dan choose an outfit to go on a date with another girl.
As usual he wore his black skinny jeans, accompanied by your favourite top and jacket of his. You watched the movements of his torso as he placed the chosen top on his body.
“Thank-you so much y/n!” Dan says as he pulls you into a tight embrace. You breath in his scent and close your eyes enjoying the moment. You felt so warm and safe when you were locked in Dan’s arms.
After a few minutes Dan slowly released you.
“So… Um… I’ll see you later..” Dan said, bending down and placing a soft kiss to your cheek before grabbing his phone, wallet and rushing off.
Your cheeks were red and you already missed his touch. You couldn’t help but picture him sitting at a table, holding Cat’s hands as they laugh and flirt and share kisses at cheesy moments.
“Hey y/n, want to play this with me?” Phil broke you out of your thoughts, holding up the spare Wii U controller.
“Uh, no thanks phil, I’m really tired actually. I’m gonna go to bed” you replied with a false smile on your face.
You lay in your bed with your favourite movie playing on your laptop. Just 1 hour later you heard shuffling around the house.
Your bedroom door swung open and Dan came walking in. Without speaking, he lifted his shirt off his body, lifting your blankets and crawling in next to you. You didn’t know what to say so you simply stated at his face in confusion as his eyes stayed on the screen of your laptop.
“It’s rude to stare you know?” He finally spoke
“Why are you back so soon? How did it go?” You asked, still confused on what was currently happening.
“Well, I was sitting at the restaurant with Cat but I couldn’t get another girl out of my head. Then I realised if I can’t be with this other girl then I don’t want to be with anyone. And I would much rather lay at home and continuously watch the same movie with this girl than sit at some fancy pants restaurant with a girl I didn’t really like that much”
“Oh, so are you going to go see this special girl?” You questioned cheekily
“Oh shut up Y/N!” Dan said as he cupped your cheek and placed his soft, plump lips on yours. It was the most amazing kiss of your life and you never wanted it to end.

Merry Pitchmas!

@princessxkaidence I was your pitchmas santa and i wote you a little (Not little at all) bechloe fic. I hope you like it and have a great day!


Holidays With The Beales

“Rough day?” Chloe said as Beca unpacked her laptop bag, back to her best friend who was sprawled out on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

“My dad called again, asking if I was coming for Christmas with him and Sheila again this year.” She began setting her laptop back up, taking her headphones out of her bag and placing them beside it before turning to finally face chloe.

“And?” Chloe moved over, leaving a Beca sized gap for the woman to crawl into, making herself at home in the gingers arms.

“I told him what I did last year. That I already have plans. Then he bitched at me about how family is important and that I’m always welcome there bla bla bla.” Beca let out a long sigh, pulling Chloe’s arm around her waist and playing with long fingers as they cuddled.

Chloe waited a few moments before responding, letting her friend calm down a little before suggesting something new. “You know, you could always come with me instead of staying here alone. My parents wouldn’t mind at all.” It was quiet, barely above a whisper, but Chloe stayed hopeful as she waited for Becas response, her other hand combing gently through brown locks.

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prompt: “Why the hell are you bleeding?”

for Caroline, thank you for all your support! <3

The sound of the door opening makes Michael jump; it comes out of nowhere, in the silence and darkness of the FAHC’s base, and he stirs as though waking from a dream. The desk lamp in front of him, and the bright screen of his laptop, seem to have been his entire world for the last several hours.

He glances at his phone - shit, past 1am, I really lost all fucking track of time - he’d stayed late to do some work, but he hadn’t thought anyone would be back here until morning.

Footsteps behind him. Another door opening. He grabs for his gun in case it’s someone breaking in-

But a moment later recognises the familiar, shuffling drag of those footsteps.

“Hi Michael!” Gavin’s voice squeaks out behind him, in that high, pitiful way he has when he knows he’s interrupting something.

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Heart - Part 3

Originally posted by neverendinglovetotheocean

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Right as we pulled into a parking space, Stiles and I were out of the Jeep, he was running and I was walking, trying to keep my heart rate down.

“I’ll see you at the field!” Stiles shouted to me over his shoulder.

I walked through the school and to the field. I sat down on the bench and waited for Stiles, seeing a handful of players walking onto the field.

I saw the rest of the team soon flood out of the locker room, Scott bringing up the rear. Everyone began to put the rest of their gear on when Stiles came running onto the field, practically running into Scott.

“Scott! Scott, wait up.”

“Stiles, I’m playing the first elimination, man, can it wait?” Scott asked as he tugged his gloves on.

“Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!” Stiles panted out and grabbed Scott’s shoulders.

“Stiles, I gotta go.” Scott shrugged himself out of Stiles’ grip, grabbed his helmet and jogged out onto the field.

“Wait! No, Scott! You’re not gonna believe what the animal was!” Stiles shouted after him, “It was a wolf…”

Stiles sighed and followed all of the other players to gather around coach as he began to tell them what was going to happen if they did of didn’t make the cut. Once the circle dispersed, Stiles dejectedly came back to sit next to me on the bench.

The first game began, and as soon as Scott had the ball, he was knocked to the ground by none other than Jackson. Scott got up and set in the middle of the field across from jackson. As soon as coach blew the whistle, Scott got the ball and was off toward the goal, making impossible maneuvers, and then, to top it all off, the did a flip over the defence and shot the ball into the goal.

“McCall! Get over here! What in God’s name was that? This is a lacrosse field! What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?” Coach yelled. Scott replied, but I couldn’t hear.

“What the hell was that?” Coach continued to shout. Scott replied again, but I still couldn’t hear.

“Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You’re starting, buddy. You made first line! Come on!” 

Everyone stood up and cheered, except for Stiles and I. I looked at him and saw the gears in his head spinning. Before I knew it, Stiles grabbed my hand, pulled me off the field and into the locker rooms. As soon as we entered, he dropped my hand and rushed to his locker and pulled off his gear, grabbed his regular clothes, grabbed my hand and began to pull me outside to his Jeep.

“Wait, Stiles, where are we going, what about school?” I asked as I planted myself in the middle of the parking lot.

“You have perfect grades, you can afford to miss a day.” He insisted, I rolled my eyes and climbed into the Jeep. Stiles pulled out and sped down the road.

“So that joke I made the other day about Scott being a werewolf? Well I don’t think that it’s a joke anymore. So we are going to research everything about werewolves so that we can prepare him.”

“Okay, if we’re going to do this, then stop at my house first.” I said. Stiles made a sharp turn onto my road and screeched to a halt in front of my house. We both got out of the Jeep and walked into my house. I went up to my room and began to search my wall of books. I heard Stiles walk in behind me and stop short.

“When did you get a mini library installed in your room.” I turned to see his jaw practically on the floor.

“I got this put in when I wanted new clothes but my closet was my library. So do you remember that one week where I refused to leave my house or speak to anyone?” I asked him.

“Yeah, you scared the shit out of Scott and I cause you were the only one home, we thought something scared you to death.” Stiles said, slightly upset at the memory.

“Yeah, well, that week, I was super obsessed with the supernatural, so I bought a bunch of books and did a whole bunch of research. I have a few on werewolves around here somewhere.” I trailed off as I inspected my “mini library”. When I found then, I pulled all six off of the shelf. I handed half to Stiles and walked back downstairs.

“Do we need anything else from here?” I asked as I dumped my school stuff out on the table and put my laptop in my bag along with all of the books.

“I don’t think so.” Stiles said, so we walked back out to his Jeep and we drove to his house. As we pulled into his house, I was happy to see that Sheriff wasn’t home, I did not want to explain why we were skipping school.


After several hours and a very large order of Chinese, I found myself sitting on Stiles’ bed, in his clothes at two in the morning, nodding off every so often. 

I didn’t hear the front door open, nor did I hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, so when the door opened, my eyes flew open and I sat up abruptly. My laptop that was resting on my lap flew to the end of the bed, and my heart skipped a few beats. I gasped and clutched my chest and took slow, deep breaths to calm my heart and make the pain go away.

“Oh, Liv, I- uh, are you alright?” Sheriff asked awkwardly as Stiles stood up from his desk, kneeled next to his bed and began to rub my back in soothing circles. I nodded as I hugged my knees to my chest and hid my face, trying desperately to make the pain go away.

“Okay then, uh, goodnight.” Sheriff said before closing the door.

“Liv, are you sure you’re okay?” Stiles asked, still rubbing my back.

“You’re right it is getting worse.” I sighed and lifted my head to look at him, “I noticed it over the summer, but I didn’t tell anyone because I was hoping that it would go back to normal, but it didn’t, it just keeps getting worse. I’m planning on telling my mom when she gets back from her conference.”

“When were you going to tell us?” He asked.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry. You and Scott worry about me enough as it is, and now we also have the whole werewolf thing. I thought you two had enough on your plate, I didn’t want to worry you even more.” I said as I avoided eye contact.

“We’re always going to be worried about you, especially when you hide things from us.” Stiles sighed, “Now get some sleep, you look exhausted.”

I nodded and shut off my laptop before climbing under his covers. I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Stiles’ fingers tapping against the keyboard.


I woke up to the sun shining on my face and the sound of running water. I took a deep breath, deciding to open my eyes, and was surprised when I didn’t see Stiles at his desk reading away, so I figured he was the one in the shower.

I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed, I yawned and stretched with my hands clasped above my head, loving the multiple cracking sounds that my back made. I stood up and walked downstairs to search for the leftover Chinese to warm up. I heard the water shut off as I put our food in the microwave.

“Liv?” I heard Stiles shout.

“In the kitchen!” I shouted back. I heard some shuffling before he came bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen while pulling on a shirt. The microwave beeped and I pulled out Stiles’ food and handed it to him.

“How did you sleep?” He asked me.

“Amazing. How do you get your clothes and sheets so damn soft?” I asked as I snuggled into the hoodie that I borrowed to sleep in.

“I have no idea.” Stiles laughed.

I grabbed my food from the microwave and walked up the stairs to his room. As soon as I sat myself on his bed, my phone went off. I glanced at the screen reading Padre before answering it.

“Daddy!” I exclaimed as I answered the phone.

“Hey! How’s my girl?” He said, just as happy as me.

“I’m great! How are you? How’s Turkey?” I asked.

“I’m good, and Turkey is great. I got you a present.” He said and I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

“I can’t wait to see it. When will you be home?” I asked. My dad is a pilot, and he flies internationally, so sometimes he’s gone for weeks at a time. This last trip has been almost two weeks.

“I should be home within a week, sweetie.” He said and I could tell just how much he missed my mom and I.

“Good, ‘cause I miss you too much.” I smiled.

“I miss you too. How have you been feeling lately?” His tone suddenly serious.

“We can all talk about that as a family when everyone is home.” I said, not wanting to concern him.

“Promise?” He said in a stern voice.

“I promise, Daddy.”

“Okay. I love you. I have to call your mom. Tell Scott and Stiles I say hi.” He said.

“Hi Mr. Scott!” Stiles yelled.

“Did you hear him?” I laughed.

“Yeah, I did.” My dad laughed back.

“Alright, Dad, I love you, I’ll talk to you later.”

“I love you too, sweetie, bye.” My dad said before we both hung up.

“So he’s in Turkey now?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah, he said he should be home within a week.” I said as a smile grew on my face.

“That’s great. Now, let’s get back to our research.” He said as he spun his chair around to face his desk. I pulled my laptop onto my lap and and began to type away while I stuffed my face.


After I have no idea how long, there was a knock on Stiles’ door. I looked over at him and he looked at me before getting up and slowly walking towards it. When he finally opened it, he shoved Scott into his room.

“Get in. You gotta see this thing. I’ve been up all night reading- websites, books. All this information.” Stiles rushed as his eye began to twitch.

“How much Adderall have you had today?” Scott asked.

“A lot.” I chimed in.

“That doesn’t matter. Okay, just listen.” Stiles said as he sat back down in his chair and Scott sat down on the bed next to me.

“Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?”

“No, they’re still questioning people, even Derek Hale.” Stiles said,

“Oh, the guy the guy in the woods we saw the other day.” Scott said.

“The hot one.” I said.

“Yeah-wait, no. Not the point.”

“What, then?” Scott asked, not understanding why Stiles was stalling.

“Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods. We did all this reading. Do you even know why wolves howl?” Stiles rushed as he stood up suddenly.

“Should I?”

“It’s a signal, okay? When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could be nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them.”

“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked astonished.

“No, werewolves.” I piped up.

“Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You guys know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.” Scott said, slightly frustrated as he picked his bag off of the bed and began to walk away but Stiles stopped him and I moved to stand next to the scrawny boy.

“Scott, we saw you on the field yesterday. Yeah, it was amazing, but it was also very impossible.” I said.

“Yeah, so I made a good shot.” Scott said as he tried to walk away again, only to have Stiles yet again stop him.

“No, you made an incredible shot, I mean- the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. You know, people can’t just suddenly do that overnight. And there’s the vision, the senses, and don’t even think I don’t notice how you don’t need your inhaler anymore.” Stiles said as he took Scott’s bag and put it back on the bed and began to pace.

“Okay! Guys, I can’t think about this right now. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Scott said and I could tell he was starting to get irritated.

“No, Scott! The full moon is tonight! Don’t you get it?” I practically shouted.

“What are you trying to do? I just made first line, I got a date with a girl that I can’t believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it?” Scott said, getting angrier by the second. Stiles sat down and grabbed a piece of paper from his desk.

“We’re trying to help. You’re cursed, Scott. You know, and it’s not just that the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.” Stiles said.

“Bloodlust?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, your urge to kill.” Stiles elaborated.

“I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill.” He glared at us.

“Listen to this, ‘The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.’ I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison. I’m gonna call her and cancel.” I said as I reached around Scott to his bag, and grabbed his phone out of a pocket.

“No, give it to me!” Scott said as he turned me around and pushed me against the wall, one hand on my shoulder and the other raised in a fist aimed for my face. My hands were raised in surprise as pain exploded in my chest, and all I could do was stare wide-eyed at him. Stiles had stood up and looked like he was about to say something, when Scott’s fist swiped the desk chair. When he released me, I collapsed and clawed at my chest like it would somehow calm my racing heart and stop what felt like fire burning my insides.

I glanced up when I heard Scott panting heavily. He looked back and forth between Stiles and I and began to back away as Stiles rushed to my side. I began to feel light-headed as Scott backed out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Liv.” Scott said in a tone that said he couldn’t believe he was about to hit me, “I- I gotta go get ready for that party. I’m sorry.”

Scott left and I stayed on the floor, trying to slow my heart and keep myself from passing out. Stiles was talking to me, but it sounded like he was miles away and underwater. Slowly, his voice became clearer, until I could finally make out his words.

“Liv, come on, breathe with me.” Stiles said as he gripped my shoulders.

I looked up at him and saw him taking exaggerated breaths and I did my best mimic him until my chest no longer felt like it was on fire and I could think straight. Once Stiles saw that I was okay, he stood up to take care of his chair. I moved to sit with my back against the wall, I ran my hands over my face and felt wetness. I pulled my hand back and sure enough, it was wet, I wiped furiously at my eyes, trying to make it look like nothing had happened.

“Uh, Liv, I think you should see this.” Stiles said, his gaze never leaving the back of his chair. 

I stood up on shaky legs and made my way over to him to see three slash marks in the leather. 

“Looks like we’re going to a party.” I said with a heavy sigh.