Peter gently places the cardboard box onto the floor, simultaneously glad that all his possessions have arrived undamaged and annoyed that he hadn’t hired movers. Despite the fact that he’d spent two hours arguing with the removal company from which he’d hired the van, the rest of the process had been rather smooth. His new apartment is an ocean of boxes, nothing unpacked but everything labeled. Peter hadn’t realized how many things he actually owned.
- Part 11 of Tumblr Prompts
The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.
Mr. Hale is a pretty creepy English teacher, Stiles thinks, but he also happens to have a great ass.
At that moment, something moved across the yard. His heart kicked up, fear making him flail and latch back onto the fence. He sucked in a deep breath and repeated to himself, don't freak out, don't freak out. It's just a shadow. It isn't a murderer or house owner looking to kill you. Just turn and look and you'll see it's nothing but a trick of the eye.
Stiles turned his head ever so slightly more to the side, ignoring how Scott held up his hand to show the splinter wedged in his palm. His eyes cast back to the shadow, and yep, his first instinct was correct. There was definitely someone in the fucking yard with them.
Or, the one where Stiles dives head first into a supernatural shit storm and drags everyone he knows down with him. And he takes up with Peter Hale of all people.
Detroit - Summer of 1989
Arthur’s fast lifestyle starts a war at home with his parents, finally reaching its breaking point, and his friendship with Mal and Dom is severely compromised. Eames emerges as Arthur's one and only friend. It's all fine until Arthur begins to have real feelings for him.
A story of growing up and learning to roll with the punches.
Bookmarked by Zeralda
06 Oct 2013