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I know Danny on a cool, sleek, black motorbike is popular but consider

Danny’s parents refusing to chip in the money for him to buy one of those deathtraps, instead insisting that if he wants one he has to work for it himself, so Danny buys the cheapest one he can find from a scrap yard, it’s pretty much just a shitty motor on a pair of wheels lined with strips of rubber that can barely be considered ‘tires’

he drags this mechanical carcass home into the garage and spends his spare time fixing it up with any pieces of scrap he can find, he scavenges old car yards and boxes full of his parents’ failed experiments for anything he can use to fix this damn bike, sometimes he even talks shop with Johnny between punches to get a few tips on ectoplasm powered motor maintenance

most of the bike has to be completely remade and Danny has no idea what kind of bike his was even supposed to be when it came out of the shop and has to take reference from a variety of different motorbike designs just to see which ones seem to work for his, when he goes searching for parts he doesn’t know what to look for and pretty much just grabs whatever looks promising and makes it fit

he pours so much of his focus into this bike and after managing to make the motor ectoplasm compatible he feeds it a good chunk of his own raw energy, his first moment of success is finally getting the fucking thing to start up, even if it keeps spitting out huge green clouds of manky exhaust smelling like some rank mix of petrol and that copper/chemical smell of ectoplasm, Maddie refuses to let Danny come into the kitchen for dinner until he takes a shower

the bike is still far from being road legal though, but as Danny continues to fix it up he finds it a little easier than before, pieces seem to fit a lot more snugly in places he was sure they wouldn’t, it makes less and less smoke and noise every time he starts it up and sometimes parts seem to meld together before he can even touch a blowtorch

eventually, to the horror and amazement of his parents, he gets the whole bike up and running and manages to make it completely road legal, neither Maddie nor Jack understand just HOW this monstrosity managed to pass inspection but apparently it had everything it needed and was deemed completely safe to drive

but damn is it an ugly fuckin’ wreck though

Maddie starts to regret not lending Danny the money for a brand new bike because anything ANYTHING has to be safer than this Frankenfenton Monsterbike sitting in her driveway

Danny on the other hand is fucking ECSTATIC, all his work has paid off and now he has his own bike to travel the streets of Amity Park with, and since it’s powered by his own energy fed through power cables in the handlebars, he doesn’t even have to worry about paying for petrol

Danny finds riding the bike feels eerily similar to flying, it feels almost like an extension of himself, he can sense his own energy humming through the machinery below him, it moves fluidly through traffic, can turn on a dime and even when it gets battered by the occasional ghostly enemy Danny will return to find it the same as how he left it

Danny is aware the bike isn’t normal, he knows raw ectoplasm can have strange effects on anything and he idly worries about what he might be doing to his bike by powering it the way he does, but after a few more chats with Johnny he feels more assured that the bike won’t come alive and attack anyone, it’s power is coming directly from Danny himself, and if Johnny’s word means anything then Danny’s protective nature is pretty much going to guarantee that his bike isn’t going to go wild on him

Danny’s bike becomes somewhat of a talking point at school, after he drives that sucker right into the parking lot reactions vary between students being horrified that anyone would ride that hunk of junk, and students being severely impressed that anyone COULD ride that hunk of junk, Lancer pulls Danny over for a small talk about road safety and keeps a nervous eye on him every afternoon when he leaves school in a puff of green smoke

Sam doesn’t mind the bike, she thinks it looks unique as fuck and it definitely has an edgy dangerous junk yard charm to it, and riding on it reminds her an awful lot of flying with Danny, though with the added bonus of a comfortable seat and no fear of accidentally being dropped

Tucker won’t even TOUCH the thing for MONTHS, he tells Danny multiple times that just looking at it makes him feel like he needs a tetanus shot

though when it comes down to it, in the midst of a ghost fight Tucker eventually chooses a possible death by tetanus over instant death via homicidal ghost and decides that perhaps he may have misjudged the bike just a tad after it proves very competent at taking him very far from danger very fast

Pink Floyd

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

A/N: I’M BACK… and so soon as well. Enjoy, beautiful (yes, I’m talking to you).

Request:  Hi honey ! <3 I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where Jughead always sees a little girl in Pop’s, she eats ice cream or drink milkshakes after school, and she is really talkatvive, annoys him a lot, but she reminds him so much of Jellybean so he never was mean to her, only in playful way, and when he find out, that she has a cute older sister at his age (reader) he likes her even more ? ^^

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: None

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Namjoon Scenario: Opposites.

Request: Namjoon fluff where you bring good luck and Namjoon brings bad luck (bc of his clumsiness) and you both are tired of it so when you two meet everything balances out.            

Genre: Fluff / Romance


The world was a harsh place for those who weren’t on good terms with luck, oh if Namjoon knew. He was a loner by choice, because not many people wanted to be around someone who attracted accidents and misfortune with only showing up and breathing, his only companion had been the bad luck weighing on his shoulders, floating around his form like a dark cloud while he went tripping and crashing on almost everything he could do so.

Namjoon tried his best to be attentive, to not let his clumsiness take everything around him down, but it was as if he carried a curse of sorts. He remembered complaining about his bad luck out loud when he was younger and his mother was around, she had laughed softly and told him that he could make something out of it, to make that bad his and turn it into a good thing and in all the years that followed, Namjoon was still trying to do what she’d told him, trying to find his strength in every broken cell phone and lost shoe.

That particular morning he was feeling hopeless and annoyed, there hadn’t been any rain announcement but there he was, drenched from head to toe because he went out and the clouds decided to play a joke on him, he’d lost the bus to his seven am class so he was also going to miss a test that was going to cost him twenty percent of his final grade if he was lucky, and he was never. Namjoon sighed, squeezing a corner of his shirt while he was almost at the bus stop, only to have a car driving fast by a rain puddle and getting him even more wet.

–Fuck this shit! – he groaned at the same moment you were arriving to the bus stop. He noticed your presence because you laughed at his outburst and then you were taking a small towel out of your gym bag and handing it to him.

–Here, seems like you need it–

Namjoon stared dumbfounded at the towel and then at you smiling prettily, yes, he needed it and for the first day of his life, he didn’t feel so stuck on his bad luck.

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Closer

Request: I just found your account and I love your writing! let’s be friends omg but for a requests, what about Draco being paired up with a ravenclaw in class and they somehow manage to work together fairly well which leads to him talking to her more and more?

I’d love to be friends! Thanks so much for this request, it means a lot :* P.S. THIS IS BEING SET IN SIXTH YEAR :) (not my gif)

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#206 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “one where there is a girl who cannot feel love and stuff in romantic way but cares about her friends and family loads. Like there had been guys wanting to date her, but she had always turned them down, friedzoned them because she cannot force herself into relationship where she does not feel anything. But she meets Van and it changes. Something comforting/soothing/fluff” and “a bit in a fic where the reader and van are standing in rain and talking about being in love forever?”

Note: 1) Bonus mini-request for @el-o-quent of the Do The Evolution music video making an appearance. 2) Second bonus mini-request for a demisexual Reader. 3) The friendzone isn’t real. 4) I know this has been at the top of the list for a while; I’m sorry it took so long! But, it’s here. It’s queer. It’s hopefully good. 5) The cookie scene is based on a real-life Van moment.


The ladybug had crawled across the page of your book and onto your skin. You sat up from where you were lying on the grass and shook your hand gently. The bug wouldn’t budge. “Go on, fly,” you whispered to it. When it stayed still, you sighed and threw your book and iPod in your bag. You found a tree and pressed your hand to the trunk in an attempt to make the bug go home. Slowly, it did. “Not so hard, huh?” you asked it. Watching it for a second, you wondered if it had a proper home. Where do ladybugs sleep? Do they sleep? Do any bugs sleep? The cool of the tree’s shade kept you there, and you sat and let your gaze follow the path of the bug. It was hypnotic and calming, but then all of a sudden, it wasn’t.

A dog came bounding over, it yapped at you, then at the tree. Before you could stop it, the dog accidentally sucked up the ladybug. It was probably just sniffing the bark, searching for marks left by other dogs, but in one small movement all your heroic work was eaten up. “Oh no!” you cried louder than probably necessary, standing up. A guy came running over. 

“Mary!” he called to the dog, and the small ball of ladybug killing fluff ran to him. He scooped Mary up in his arms and glanced over at you. He read your sad expression and came closer. “Hey. Sorry ‘bout her. Did she break somethin’ or something?” he asked, but you didn’t know what he meant. “Heard you say 'oh no’ just then,” he continued. 

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This photo makes me so happy. It makes me think back to the day that consisted of us staggering/running/dancing up the Eiffel Tower to the quality of musical sound the speakers on an iPod provide, with a bag of Haribo gummy bears and a smoothie carton in hand. Upon entering the clearing, I remember noticing the colorful sprinkle of people scattered beneath the tower. I remember wondering what the reason behind their travel was and when and from where and with whom they commenced their journey so as to ultimately arrive at the same destination as me. I wanted to know their story. Being in the very presence of a structure so monumental was an undeniably magnificent experience all in itself, but sharing that lawn with different human beings from all over the world, each having embarked on their own unique adventure, made the moment that much more magical. 💫

Thinking Out Loud- Part 4 (Carlisle x OC)

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Summary: When Isabella and her little sister Evangeline moved to Forks they had no illusion they would like it. Isabella hated it and all Evangeline wanted was to be left alone. But when they both met Edward Cullen, everything changed. Finally, Evangeline had proof she wasn’t crazy. He too could hear other people’s thoughts.

Pairing: Carlisle x OC / Bella x Edward

Please, note that I am French, so there might be some mistakes here and there.

I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreaciated so don’t hesitate to leave a comment :D

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The Ultimate College Packing List

The further I get into my senior year, I realize I need to start thinking about what I need to move out next fall, and instead of keeping my packing list to myself, I decided I’d post it here for any other curious college bound seniors :) 

*This is mostly what I think I’ll need, you may not need/want/be allowed to bring everything on this list and you may need more so use it as a reference*

Bedroom!

  • Alarm clock
  • Blanket
  • Bulletin board 
  • Dry erase board
  • Cushion to desk chair
  • Down comforter
  • Duvet cover
  • Jewelry/Makeup/Hair accessory storage/organizers 
  • Curtains
  • Curtain rod (if needed)
  • Floor lamp
  • Desk lamp
  • Desk organizers 
  • Foam mattress topper
  • Decorative lights (like Christmas lights)
  • Full length mirror
  • Photos and picture frames
  • Pillows
  • A low maintenance plant
  • Wall art
  • Area rug
  • 2 sets of bed sheets
  • Trash can

Bathroom!

  • Face wash
  • Body lotion
  • Comb
  • Hairbrush
  • Hair conditioner
  • Cotton balls
  • Curling iron
  • Deodorant 
  • Facial moisturizer 
  • Floss
  • Perfume/body sprays
  • Hair dryer
  • Hairbands/Hair ties
  • Bobby pins/hair pins
  • Hair spray
  • Hair mousse 
  • Kleenex 
  • Chapstick
  • Lint brush
  • Loofah
  • Mouthwash
  • Nail clippers
  • Nail file
  • Nail polish remover
  • Nail polish
  • Q-tips
  • Razors
  • Robe
  • Shampoo
  • Shower caddy
  • Shower shoes
  • Bar soap
  • Body wash
  • Soap container
  • Makeup
  • Hair straightener 
  • Sunscreen 
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothbrush case
  • Toothpaste
  • 4 bath towels
  • Tweezers
  • Wash cloths
  • Hand towels
  • Feminine hygiene products 

Cleaning Supplies!

  • Bleach
  • Broom or short-handled brush with dustpan 
  • Clorox disinfecting wipes
  • Dish washing soap
  • Febreze
  • Rubbing alcohol 
  • Laundry detergent 
  • Lysol spray
  • Swiffer mop
  • All purpose cleaning spray
  • Small vacuum 
  • Window cleaner (the wipes are great!)
  • Air freshener
  • Garbage bags

Kitchen! 

  • Bottle opener
  • Can opener
  • Coffee machine
  • Storage for Bowls/plates etc.
  • Eating utensils and dishes
  • Paper towels 
  • Water filter pitcher
  • Travel coffee mug
  • Plastic wrap or foil
  • Ziploc bags

School Supplies!

  • Day planner
  • Backpack
  • Binders
  • Storage for folders/papers
  • Push pins
  • Dry erase markers
  • Calculator
  • College-rule line paper
  • Colored markers/pens/colored pencils
  • Laptop
  • Stationary (for sending letters and thank you cards)
  • White, letter envelopes
  • White erasers
  • Graphing paper
  • Highlighters 
  • Mouse 
  • Mouse pad
  • Notepads
  • Note books
  • Paper clips
  • Pencils
  • Pencil case
  • Pencil sharpener 
  • Pens
  • Post-its 
  • White printer paper
  • Rubber bands
  • Sharpies
  • Stamps
  • Stapler and Staples
  • Tape dispenser and tape refills 
  • Three hole punch
  • White out tape
  • Scissors 
  • Glue
  • Ruler
  • Book ends

Medical!

  • Allergy medicine 
  • Anti-itch cream (for bug bites)
  • Bandages and band-aids
  • Bug spray
  • Cold and cough medicine
  • Multi-vitamins
  • Ibuprofen 
  • Stomach pain relief 
  • Hand sanitizer 

Random!

  • Batteries
  • Board game(s)
  • DVD player with Netflix 
  • DVDs in soft-shell case for space saving/travel
  • Flashlight
  • Folding chair for tailgating
  • Step stool (If you’re vertically challenged)
  • Hammer
  • Noise canceling headphones
  • iPod
  • Laundry basket/bag
  • Playing cards
  • Command hooks and strips 
  • Power strips
  • Bible
  • Reusable water bottle
  • Tool kit
  • Sunglasses 
  • TV
  • Video game console and games
  • Duffel bag
  • Clothes hangers 
  • Fan
  • Sewing kit
  • Rain jacket
  • Safety pins
  • Lanyard for keys

Well, have I got quite the tale to tell to you my lovelies.

First, I will start by saying that my cousin’s wedding was beautiful and my family was very happy to gather around relatives that we hadn’t seen in years. That Friday was amazing and we all had an amazing time being with each other.

Saturday was a different story. Around five in the afternoon, in a busy corner street, inside a seven eleven that was literally right across the hotel that we were staying at, my sister, my younger cousin, and myself, were robbed.

Don’t believe it? Well, I’m still having a hard time processing myself.

Not even 3 minutes inside this seven eleven, these two fucking punks with shades on and their hoods up come in yelling in Spanish and demanding we give them our stuff. One man takes his gun out and robs another family that was there and the cash register, while the other comes up directly to my 16 year old cousins face and snatches her cellphone from her hand. He then begins to tell my other cousin who was with us (he’s 11) to not look at his face. My little cousin doesn’t speak Spanish, so he didn’t understand. The guy then brandishes the gun that he has on his hip and my sister very calmly pulls our little cousin back and tells him to put his head down. The guy then goes for my purse and takes it. I actually managed to save my wallet since I had it out of my hand and as I was pulling the strap of my purse off across my shoulders I dropped my wallet and kicked it behind this cardboard chip display thing.

Motherfuckers may have taken a great deal of our stuff but with the little rage that I felt; I was sure as hell not going to let them take everything from us.

Afterwards, the store was locked down while we waited for police and we watched as our entire family narrowly miss traffic as they literally sprinted across the street to us.

What they took was my cousin’s phone, they took my sister’s purse, phone, ID, credit cards, and cash, and they took my purse, phone, ID, credit cards, makeup bag, iPod, and iPod charger. These are all replaceable, and now; all unusable since we called, cancelled and changed everything.

But my God, never in my life was I more terrified and enraged then I was at that moment. Never more have I wanted to hurt someone as I want to hurt these men for putting my sister and my younger cousins through that. It was bad, but I know it could have been a whole lot worse.

I thank God that it wasn’t.

The adrenaline is still pumping cause I haven’t been able to sleep that much since we got back.

Sometimes, I lay there thinking, “what if they had taken someone? One of my cousin’s? My sister? Me? What if they had held us hostage? What if they had shot someone?” Sometimes I even imagine everyone in the store kicking their asses and smacking them with those hard Mexican sandals. People cope in different ways and for us: humor helped us. My sister and I didn’t want our younger cousins (and even the adults in our family) to wonder to dark thoughts, so we made cracked jokes. My sister made fun of the guys height and I joked about how ridiculous the guy looked like carrying her little pink bag. I don’t know if it was a good way to handle it, but the kids and our parents don’t need that stress.

I’m just happy that everyone is ok, and that I am back home with my family. As for the petty, disgusting, and fucking monstrous criminals, I hope they catch them, and if they don’t, then I hope karma bites them really, really, hard in their narrow asses.

5 things tag

ain’t nobody tagged me in this but it looked cute and fun and i love oversharing, so here we goo

5 things you’ll find in my bag

  • my ipod + headphones, always
  • a pen + notebook
  • my planner (live and die by the planner!)
  • gum
  • advil 

5 things in my bedroom

  • books! literally everywhere
  • the pile ™ of clothes
  • a little row of those disney tsum tsum plushes, they’re so cute
  • lots of blankets, i need them to sleep
  • empty water bottles (rip)

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

  • go back to the uk some time
  • go to japan
  • learn how to cook like actual food
  • live by the sea
  • get like 3 tattoos 

5 things that make me happy 

  • summer evenings when it’s finally cool enough to sit outside
  • my little siblings
  • my cat
  • idk some bug band
  • the baby pebbles (and certain ✨✨)

5 things on my to-do list

  • find a repair service for my fcuking car that got damaged yesterday
  • get packed to go house-sitting later this week
  • buy stuff for my vacation in august
  • ….finish my poor fic
  • schedule a doctor appointment (rip!!)

5 things you may not know about me 

  • i am left-handed! (what’s up, paul)
  • i have four younger siblings (two full and two half–they’re 8 years old to my 23). i have been fairly instrumental in raising all of them
  • i can read sheet music and know how to play the piano
  • i live near philly, if you’re ever in the area, hmu
  • i have zero computer skills, like a tiny old person. i want to learn photoshop stuff v bad though so i can make cool stuff!

i will tag uhhh @thebeatles, @fabjohn, @darkspaceknight, @fabpaul, @patatijas, @prettyjohnnylennon, @pivoinesque, @ahumoroussuggestion, @aceonthebass (if you’re up to it) and u know, anyone that wants to!

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🌟 Five things you’ll find in my bag :
- extra earphones
- ipod
- a bag–yes a bag within a bag but it’s small lol–with a small first aid kit, a notepad, a pencil, a pen, and extra hair pins. (I am always hella prepared)
- hand sanitizer
- lotion

🌟 Five things you’ll find in my bedroom :
- books
- kpop merch
- a stationary cart
- fanart and polaroids on the wall
- film and cd collection

🌟 Five things I’ve always wanted to do :
- travel !!!
- learn italian and korean (I’m trying ?)
- publish a book…. actually many books :)
- move out
- write song lyrics (I need to learn how to first so there is that)

🌟 Five things that make me happy :
- music and books
- writing
- my bff
- tv shows
- allll of youuuuu

🌟 Five things on my to do list :
- update tmbmil
- write part I of aiw?
- outline ynwa
- find a way to make money
- read more books !!!

I am going to tag the lovelies @evalocity @alwaysanimetrash15​ and @authorose

i was tagged by @riepu10 thank you sm!! x

five things in my bag:

  • ipod
  • beanie
  • a copy of the hobbit 
  • a hacky sack lol
  • my phone/wallet

five things in my bedroom:

  • a couch
  • 4 instruments
  • a sword
  • 16 funko pops (i just counted and jfc)
  • fairy lights i haven’t lit up in months bc i don’t have batteries :p

five things I’ve always wanted to do:

  • VISIT HOBBITON
  • travel all across europe and the uk
  • see while she sleeps live, ugh please
  • get a nose ring
  • collect vinyls

five things that make me happy:

  • my best friend
  • concerts
  • drag queens
  • tolkien
  • video games

five things i’m currently into:

  • the witcher 3
  • tool (the band)
  • the hobbit
  • richard
  • various hobbit fics? lol

five things on my to-do list:

  • set up my planner/bullet journal(type thing) for my first week of summer quarter
  • find text books for next quarter at a decent price(or otherwise)
  • finish reading the hobbit
  • watch american gods
  • make gifsets for my actor meme so i have stuff to post when i go back to class

i tag @lyledebeast @gisbcrnn @melbournes @ifeellikemore (only if you want to!)

Adorable

Summary: the reader is Stiles’s little sister and takes a definite interest in Liam after a lacrosse game which doesn’t fly too well with Stiles

Note: Hey so I know that I have a lot of requests that I need to write still but this idea popped in my head and I just had to write it. Sorry if it’s cheesy. :P I am working on all the requests though and am hoping to have them all done soon! :)


“Hey Y/N I- oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

           I glanced at my older brother out of the corner of my eyes as I turned the page. “What?”

           Stiles huffed. “You’re still reading?”

           Sniffing, I muttered, “Obviously.” It was hard to focus on my book when Stiles was having a little bitch fit in my doorway, so I reluctantly slipped my bookmark in place, crossing my arms and turning to glare at him. “Is that a problem?”

           “No, of course not- I mean, other than the fact that all you ever do is read. And eat. Then there’s the occasional bathroom trip, and… sometimes you sleep, I think. Or do you just suck energy out of the pages or something?”

           Rolling my eyes, I answered, “I didn’t realize reading was crime. Shoot me.”

           “Gladly, but that’s illegal.” Stiles sauntered across my bedroom as if I had invited him in, flopping down in my rolly-chair. I watched him carefully as he began to spin. “Listen, so, I was thinking… you spent the entire summer locked up in here, and then most of the first semester… why don’t you try coming up for air? Take a break from the books for one night. I promise your silly little Romeo won’t miss you too much.”

           I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the cover. “This is a book about middle schoolers discovering that they’re demigods.” Flipping the book over so that the summary was visible, I slid it across the bedspread for him to snatch up. “I honestly doubt Romeo is going to be making a guest appearance any time soon. Even if he did, I wouldn’t label him as silly. He’s more impulsive.”

           Stiles didn’t say anything; his calculating eyes were sweeping up and down the small paragraph. “Don’t strain yourself, slick.” I mumbled. He scoffed as he tossed the book back lightly.

           “What kind of name is ‘Percy’ anyway?”

           “Okay, dude, you really shouldn’t be talking about weird first names.” I smirked. “But if you must know, it’s short for Perseus. He’s named after the Greek hero who-”

           “-slayed Medusa and all that jazz. Yeah, got it. Read the Odyssey during freshman year.”

           I cocked my head to the side. “The Odyssey isn’t about Medusa or Perseus. It’s about Odysseus’s journey back to Ithaca after the Trojan War, and all the trouble he faced.”

           Stiles made a face. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Back to my original point, if you please. You need to get out. There’s a lacrosse game tonight. You should come.”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually going to be playing this time?”

           Snorting, Stiles hauled himself up and out of my chair. “Yes, of course… probably… maybe.” He stopped short in the threshold. “Just, c’mon, please, Y/N.”

           I groaned. “Fine. Get out. I have to get dressed.”

           Pumping his fist in the air, Stiles ran over to me quickly, grabbing my face in his hands and placing a sloppy kiss on my forehead. I screamed and swung at him. He sprinted out of my room, laughing. What an idiot.

           —

           The bleachers were packed. I was honestly surprised. Who would have thought that this many people would actually show up? Especially with dorks like my brother and his goofy friend Scott on the team.

           I never really understood lacrosse all that well. All I knew was that it was kind of like football with sticks, I guess. That’s how it looked to me, anyways. It was very violent, and the ultimate objective was to throw the ball into the goal. Then again, there’s not a goalie in football… maybe it’s more like soccer but played with sticks…

           My phone vibrated. I fished it out of my back pocket. It was a text from Dad, asking where I was. He seemed surprised that I was actually out of the house. What can I say? I’m a home-body. I don’t like people or leaving my house for any reason.

           Once I had assured Dad that I was indeed okay, that Stiles had not kidnapped me against my will, and that the scoreboard indicated that Beacon Hills was winning, he concluded the conversation, hoping that I would have fun.

           Yes, because sitting alone at the top of some rickety bleachers surrounded by people you don’t know that are screaming at the top of their lungs as they watch a game you don’t understand definitely qualifies as fun.

           Still, I tried to stay optimistic. Scott had bought me a bag of candy, and Stiles gave me the rest of his Coke. My iPod was sort of helping to block out the crowd’s ridiculous roar.

           The stadium lights flickered on with a bang as night started to descend. The glare provided just enough light for me to take out my book and read. Score!

           —

           I was in the zone. In my head, I was negotiating with Hades to the beat of Thunder Kiss ’65 by White Zombie… or was it Rob Zombie? He had switched at some point, but I forgot to which one.

           Suddenly, something flew right into my lap, causing me to scream and toss my book over the side of the bleachers in my moment of terror. Hand over my heart, gasping for air, I cautiously moved back to my original spot to see… a damn lacrosse ball.

           Furiously, I yanked out my headphones. “Stiles, you asshole!” I screamed, shoving my iPod into my bag, along with my snacks. The headphones were probably going to get tangled, but I was too pissed to care at the moment.

           At the foot of the bleachers, laughing, were the two biggest idiots I had ever laid my eyes on. When they saw me start to stomp down the silver steps, they both pointed at each other bestowing the blame of throwing the ball. I didn’t care who did it, to be frank. I was going to kill them both for good measure.

           “What the hell?” I shrieked when I jumped off the last step, standing toe-to-toe with my brother. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

           Scott snickered. “Your heart sounds fine to me.”

           I scowled. “You too, McCall! I can’t believe you! And here I thought that you were the perfect little gentleman… puppy… whatever. You’re just as much of a dog as Stiles!”

           “Dog remarks, huh?” Stiles flicked my nose. “Real classy, sis.”

           I swatted his hand away. “Oh, don’t you ‘sis’ me. I’ve had enough of you. First you make me leave the house, then you refuse to take me to the library-”

           “-hey, I was running late for the game-”

           “-and now this? Are you kidding me right now Stiles? And you wonder why I don’t want to come out of my room. It’s because you two bozos take every opportunity to tease the piss out of me, and I can’t stand it!”

           Scott scratched the back of his neck. “Y/N, I’m sorry… you’re just really easy to mess with. It’s funny. Please don’t be mad.”

           I mimicked him with a high voice, and Stiles rolled his eyes. “How mature.”

           “More than you are.”

           “Alright, whatever you say. I think it’s past your bedtime now; that’s probably why you’re so crabby. Go sit in the Jeep. I’ll be out of the locker room in like two minutes.”

           “Past my bed- boy, you do realize-”

           Coach Finstock cut me off. “Hey, McCall! Stilinski, and… smaller Stilinski! Get off the field!” Shoving past Stiles’s shoulder, I made my way over to the side of the bleachers.

           Stiles stalked after me. “Um, where do you think you’re going?”

           “To find my book, which fell over the edge when you threw a freaking ball at me like a five year old.”

           —

           Eventually Stiles and Scott left me the hell alone, retreating to the locker room. Meanwhile, I strolled under the bleachers, neck aching as I scowered the ground for any glimpse of the green book. Damn. I was going to kill my idiot brother and his idiot friend.

           “Um, excuse me?”

           Gasping I whirled around to see a boy about my age standing back where I came. He was taller than I was, no doubt, with blond hair and blue eyes. His lips were pursed slightly, as if he were mulling over the words he wanted to say. When he stepped forward slightly, my heart skipped a beat.

           What was scarier at the moment? Bleachers somehow falling on top of me, or a boy I don’t know approaching me in the dark?

           Definitely the boy.

           Strangely enough, as soon as my heart beat escalated, the boy held his hands up slightly, as if trying not to disturb a frightened animal, and took three steps back, placing him the light. He looked like he was fresh from the shower with his wet hair and shirt that was sticking to his chest. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I just thought… were you looking for this?”

           In his hands was my copy of the Lightning Thief.

           “Yes!” I lunged, eagerly reaching for the book. I nearly plowed over him. “Sorry. Yeah, that’s mine. My brother scared me and I dropped it. Thanks.”

           “It’s no problem.” He shrugged, and the simple gesture made me think that he really believed it. “I just saw it and didn’t want you to be out here by yourself. There’s… you know…” He looked as embarrassed as I felt.

           “What’s your name?” I asked randomly, licking over my lips.

           “M-my name?” He looked startled. Why? Did he have something to hide? “I’m Liam.” He chewed his lower lip.

           “Well, it’s wonderful to meet you, Liam. You’re my hero. My knight in shining armor. My kitten-saving fire-fighter.” I joked, attempting to make him more comfortable. Liam cracked a smile, blushing as he shook my hand. “I’m Y/N.”

           Liam’s eyes bulged slightly. “Y-you’re Y/N?”

           Slowly, I nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem? Did my terrible reputation as a quiet nerd girl create some kind of awful opinion of me prior to our meeting?”

           He snorted. “No, of course not. It’s just…”

           “And what the hell is this?” I rolled my eyes, turning around to see Stiles tearing across the field with an unhappy expression on his face. “I thought I told you to wait in the Jeep, not go around flirting.”

           “And I thought I told you that I was going to look for my book.” I spat back, crossing my arms over my chest. Then, as an afterthought, I added, “I wasn’t flirting. Liam found my book and gave it back to me. I was thanking him. We introduced ourselves. That’s it.”

           Stiles rolled his eyes. That seemed to be a habit we both shared when we heard total bs. But in this case, I was telling the truth. “Right. You weren’t flirting. Because that’s believable.”

           Alright, he wanted to be that way. Sighing, I held up my hands. “No, no, you were right the first time. We were about to just drop right down on the grass and go for it, but then you showed up, saving my virtue. I was too embarrassed to admit it. Oh, Stiles! How can I ever repay you?”

           Scott raised his hand from behind Stiles. “I have an idea. Never talk about your ‘virtue’ again.” He clapped Stiles on the shoulder before moving around to come stand between Liam- who was beet red- and I. “Well, it’s nice to see my Beta and practically my baby sister getting along.”

           “Whoa, you’re the Beta?” I exclaimed.

           Liam nodded. “You know about… about all of this?” He waved to himself and Scott.

           “Um, yes. My brother has a big mouth. The day Scott got bit, guess who he came to first?” I put on a falsetto. “’Oh my God, Y/N, Scott got bit by a big doggie and now he’s turning into Jacob from Twilight! What am I supposed to do?’”

           Stiles held up a finger. “One, I don’t sound like that.” Huh. I thought I did a pretty good job. He ticked off another finger. “Two, it was a terrifying moment. I had to tell someone because Scott wasn’t listening to me- and you bought right into it, so don’t even.” Can’t argue with that. Sadly, it’s true. But I was an impressionable eighth grader who read too much. I can’t be blamed… right?

           Then he was quiet, crossing his arms. “Well?” I asked.

           He sighed. “Well what?”

           “What’s the third thing?”

           “I don’t have a third thing. What makes you think I have a third thing?”

           “Usually, when people list off stuff, there’s three things. It follows the whole repetition of the number three from-” Stiles slapped a hand over my mouth, moaning, “Oh my God, I don’t have a third thing. Stop reciting your infinite knowledge about literary devices for once, please. I’m actually begging.”

           I shoved his arm off, but didn’t continue. Instead, I focused on securing my book into my bag. I definitely do not want to lose it again.

           Scott spoke up then. “Alright, well, now that that’s settled, Liam, do you want to come over for some pizza?” Stiles had told me in the car that we were going to Scott’s after the game for pizza and video games. Well, they were going to play video games. I was going to go upstairs into Scott’s room and read while I enjoyed my pizza.  

           Liam shifted awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, sure. Just let me text my Mom.”

           “Cool.” Scott said. I took the opportunity to dig my phone out too, passing it to Liam, whose eyes went wide. I laughed, “Put your number in.”

           “Oh no. No no no no no. This is not happening. This,” Stiles flapped his hand back and forth between us. “is not, I repeat, not happening. Negative. No no no.”

           I quirked an eyebrow. “And why the hell not?” I countered, placing a hand on my hip.

           “Because-” Stiles sputtered. “Because I said so! I’m the big brother! I’m always right, and whatever I say goes. So no. This is not happening.”

           “That’s not a reason; that’s an excuse.” I pushed my hair over my shoulder. “Besides, I could count on five hands the number of times you’ve been wrong today. You’re going to have to give me a more substantial reason than that.”

           Stiles was bright red in the face. “Because he’s a werewolf! And you’re my baby sister who acts like she’s all quiet and shy but really is a sarcastic nerd who is super confident and hates people and dear God you don’t need to corrupt this little explosive ball of rage. He’s a werewolf with anger issues. You’re someone who’s main goal in life is to piss other people off with your wide range of freaky intelligence about books. It’s a recipe for disaster.”

           Liam tried to butt in with, “I’m a what?” but neither Stiles or I acknowledged him. We were dead set on each other, glaring like we were two fighters on opposing corners of the ring.

           I crossed my arms. “So?” Stiles blanched, “So? What do you mean ‘so?’”

           “So what if I’m a bitch and he’s a werewolf? That doesn’t mean anything. You’re not Dad, Stiles. And I’m pretty sure he’d be happy that I’m talking to someone other than him, you, and Scott. In fact, I’m positive that he wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

           “Jesus,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair. “I know I’m not Dad. But I don’t wait you” he pointed at me, “or you,” he jabbed a long finger at Liam “to get hurt.”

           I rolled my eyes. “We’re not going to hurt each other. We just met. Honestly, what do you think is going to happen?”

           “I think that you like him.”

           “Well duh! Why else would I get his number?”

           “So you can text him and meet up or, or, or have him sneak into your room late at night when you think me and Dad are asleep, but I’m not asleep, and I’ll hear-”

           “-Malia telling you to grab a condom? Guess what Stiles. I’m not you. I’m not going to ask my were-partner to sneak into my room in the middle of the night Edward-Cullen-style and screw me. That’s your style, not mine.”

           “Oh my God, you heard that?” His pale face flushed with color. “That was one time.”

           “The point is-”

           Scott butted in. “-that me and Liam are standing right here and are hearing everything you’re saying to one another?”

           I blinked. Oh crap. I totally forgot that they were standing there. Awkwardly, I looked away from Stiles to see Scott staring at his shoes and Liam blushing like mad while tapping his thumbs across his phone.

           “Oh, um… hey guys… sorry about that… just a little sibling spat…” I trailed off, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “This is awkward.”

           “No sh-”

           “Here you go.” Liam cut Stiles off when he handed me my phone back. I mumbled a thanks. I was about to stow it away when it vibrated. I thought I had told Dad that everything was cool…?

           From: Liam ;P

         I like you too

         From: Liam ;P

         Now I feel like a nerd

         From: Liam ;P

         Please don’t laugh.

           I couldn’t help it. I snorted, shaking my head before patting his arm. “Adorable.” I said.

           Stiles, in his infamous nosy way, leered over my shoulder and read the texts. “Oh, great.” He groaned. “He likes her too. Wonderful. This night has gone beautifully.”

           Scott chuckled, taking in Stiles’s distress and Liam’s red face. “And so it begins.” He snickered.