lacrosse cleats

This is a three-pronged attack concocted by @stilinski-loves-lydia and myself:

1. Listen to “The Fire” by Former Vandal.


3. And there’s this poorly written, overwrought, over-italicized little drabble thing. (I apologize in advance. Shrug. I BLAME ALL THE COLD MEDICINE.)

She doesn’t let go of him, after, needing the warmth of his skin, or the worn-in softness of his shirt against her fingers at all times. Scott, still wiping tears from his eyes, had hugged his best friend one last fierce time, stepping back, wanting to give the Sheriff and Stiles some time, some space.

Lydia, however, cannot bear the idea of him leaving her sight. Instead, she climbs wearily into the backseat of the sheriff’s SUV, to no one’s apparent surprise, keeping her eyes locked on the blinking, disoriented boy in the passenger’s seat, terrified he’ll disappear again if she so much as glances away.

They step, hand in hand, through the threshold to Stiles’ room, now supernaturally returned to its usual state. Her chest tightens uncomfortably, recalling just days ago, when this very room was a dusty, cordoned-off shell of a space, not brimming with the debris of teenaged boy. Her breath hitches as she takes in the All Time Low poster on the wall, the muddy lacrosse cleats kicked into the corner, the hoodie thrown haphazardly over the computer chair - all the minutiae of Stiles, of Stiles being a part of this world. Of her world.

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I just got my cleats for lacrosse and I wouldn’t hesitate to shove it up someone’s ass if I see violence! But I just baked a fresh batch of choco dunk cookies so I’m gonna sit in this corner and just observe. For now 😊

Devenford Prep part 17

Part 1-16 can be found here along with other : Brett Fics

So I decided to update with what I have anyways because it was going to get really long if I didn’t. Sorry if it seems all over the place or is boring!

“Hey Brett!” Samantha’s voice chimes loudly. “Oh wait, was I interrupting anything? Did you just wake up? Are you about to take a shower?”
“N-no,” Brett stutters taking one last look into the closet toward you. “I was just about to go down stairs to fix something to eat.”
“Oh,” Samantha walks into Brett’s room, she looks around to see a wet towel on the floor. She could even feel the steam left over from you shower. “Well I was wondering if you would like to go to the pack meeting with me and meet up with Killian later.”
“Um I wont be able to show up until a bit later tonight,” Brett says propping himself up against the closet door. He crosses his arms making his muscles bulge out a bit. “I’ve got a few plans before hand, I’ve got to meet up with mis prudence and finish our extra credit assignment.”
“Just tell her no and make her work on it on her own, you’ve got that sort of power over everyone in school,” Samantha whines finding a seat on Brett’s bed. “I’m sure she’ll cave eventually, no one can resist the werewolf, Brett Talbot. Tall, handsome and the captain of the lacrosse team.”
“I’m sure they can and I’m more than sure it wont work (y/n),” Brett says nervously turning his head to look at the closet door. “I wont be long okay, be there as soon as I can ditch her!”
“Okay,” She snaps crossing her legs. “But you better meet up afterward and maybe we can have some fun.”

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  • Dylan: We want more scenes together.
  • Hoechlin: I know!
  • Dylan: We don't have any more scenes together.
  • Hoechlin: All the stuff in the car is always really fun.
  • Dylan: Yeah, Jeep stuff's really good... I love when you slammed my head down on the thing...
  • Hoechlin: That was funny.
  • Dylan: That was a moment that we added... I loved the, I loved the Manuel scene... from the first season...
  • Hoechlin: Miguel?
  • Dylan: Miguel! Miguel, sorry! I was—I knew I didn't get that right, either. I had no confidence in my delivery. Manuel? Um, yeah yeah yeah, the my cousin Miguel scene—
  • Hoechlin: The Miguel scene—The Miguel scene, the ah, the one getting out of the hospital, the one trying to break in to the sheriff's station—
  • Dylan: Yeah yeah yeah, that was great.
  • Hoechlin: "Punch you in the face?" *makes Stiles' teeth-bared face*
  • Dylan: Yeah.
  • Hoechlin: That was a good one.
  • Dylan: When we're paralyzed on the floor...
  • Hoechlin: The day of the— *wipes tears of laughter from his eyes* The day of the pool...
  • Dylan: Oh the pool—Holy crap.
  • Hoechlin: We spent like 12 hours in that pool. And—
  • Dylan: Longer.
  • Hoechlin: —And poor Dylan—
  • Dylan: Had to be longer.
  • Hoechlin: Yeah, it was a long day. And quick funny story, so, ah, for our second season, I put on a bunch of weight because the character becoming the alpha, and all this stuff, so Dylan had to—I'm paralyzed, in the water, and Dylan had to— *laughs* —hold me, and swim through the deep end with one arm.
  • Dylan: It was—it was like one of the scariest things. I'm not even like—I can swim, but I'm not a man with the water, y'know, I'm not like one with the ocean. Y'know, I can swim, I'm not an amazing swimmer. And I had to grab this guy with one arm, and we're doing a shot that like led off the day, and our director was saying, y'know, "Okay Dylan just, y'know, so swim with him from point A to point B" and I was like, "I can't." I'm also like fully clothed, I'm in my lacrosse uniform and cleats, and I'm grabbing him and we're like—and he's like "Hey I'm gonna try to help you out a little bit but I've gotta be, y'know, paralyzed," and I'm like, "Yeah, I get it, I don't know how this is gonna go," and so I had to do it twice, and after the first one, too, when they said I have to do it again I was like, *exaggerated freaked out voice* "I can't!" ...I felt like my right pectoral muscle was just gonna split open and I was gonna have a hernia. So I was just like trying to—And I couldn't move, with you. So funny.
  • Hoechlin: After the first one—after the first one I told him like, "Dude, just like—like just go, and if my head goes underwater, just keep going, and I'll try to find a way to breathe, and if I have to I'll just come up for air. Like, just go."
  • Dylan: And I was just trying to keep him up—Oh, god. We've had a lot of fun scenes.