Parrish: What’s the number?
Lydia: That’s how much you’re worth.
Parrish: I’m worth five dollars?
Stiles: Five million.
Parrish: I only make forty-thousand dollars a year.
Parrish: Maybe I should kill myself.
Hey! I am not sure if you are still taking requests? If you’re not that is totally okay! But if so I wish to make a request! :) May I have a Teen Wolf Imagine with Stiles in which you are Allison’s sister and its right after the nogitsune. Where you’re dating Stiles and are now afraid of him because he killed your sister? And you won’t talk to anyone. Thank you so so much.
“ - @imonlymesodeal
Warning: you may cry…
Word count: 980
Age: If you can read then go ahead :)
A/N: I really am writing today.. Thank you so much for requesting darling, I’m happy to write that imagine for you. I really hope that you’ll like it :) Void Stiles is the death of me. Idk, but I have a thing for psychopath’s. Also, it’s 1:20AM as I’m writing it so bare with me if it’s a little crazy. I hope that y’all beautiful people reading this will love it! A reminder also, english is not the launguage I speak daily so there are some mistakes, thank you for understanding! Happy reading xo
Being back in Holmes Chapel was nice, lovely really. Even after all these years, touring the world and living in LA, Harry felt at home here. He’s smiling while driving through the back streets. He sees his old school and the bakery, then he makes it to his parents house where his family is awaiting his arrival.
“I can’t believe you’re home,” Anne grins while welcoming her son. Harry’s face squishes up against the side of her head as she hugs him tightly.
“Missed ya too mum,” he mumbles before the hug ends. “It’s nice to be here, no where to run off to tomorrow,” Harry states as he looks at his step dad and sister Gemma waiting for an embrace too.
I don’t know why I am the one that keeps finding the bodies, but maybe if I just stopped trying to fight it, I’d find them before it happens, maybe with enough time for someone like you to do something about it.