13 September 2012 @ 04:54 am
a collection of stuff for challenge 6: we're on a ship! at [livejournal.com profile] beacon_hills





LOVE (SCOTT/ALLISON) - TUMBLR



TEAMWORK (SCOTT/ISAAC) - PICSPAM



SMILE (SCOTT/ALLISON) - GIFS





BEGINNING (SCOTT & STILES) - 182 WORDS

In grade eight Stiles is diagnosed with ADHD and handed a bottle of pills. This becomes just the latest of many new beginnings he is forced to embrace, sometimes happily but sometimes not. All of his teachers constantly talk about how grade eight is a time of transition. A year designed to prepare you for the beginning of high school, an overwhelming change. Stiles thinks everything is really staying the same - Jackson Whittemore is still self-righteous and annoying, and Stiles still has no real friends.

Of course, one day in early January everything changes when Scott McCall moves into town. He has floppy hair and clings to Stiles almost immediately. During their first day at school together, Scott has an asthma attack during recess and Jackson makes a scene - Stiles distracts everyone by talking loudly and non stop about how Jackson manages to get his hair sticking up like that. Needless to say, it ends with Stiles even further onto the undesirable list, but he and Scott bond like peas over their shared place on the grade eight social hierarchy.


OVERCOME (BOYD & ERICA) - PICSPAM



WATER (DEREK/STILES) - TUMBLR



FREE & HURT (DEREK. DEREK/KATE) - 215 WORDS

He is sixteen and he's just met the most amazing girl. Her scent seduces him and her heartbeat excites him. He feels like he's falling into an adventure whenever he's within ear shot of her.

He is seventeen and he is sure he's in love. Her touch makes him feel alive and complete, like nothing could be more right. He is sure that nothing could be better than this.

He is seventeen and he's handing over parts of himself that he has kept hidden all these years. He is seventeen and he's giving himself to be held safe within her heart.

He is seventeen and locked in a cage. He stands outside the smouldering rubble where his house stood, where his family stood, his pack stood and he is caged.

He is twenty and trying to hide from the traumatizing whisper of scent in New York. He is twenty and papering the walls of his cage with false emotions and guarantees.

He is twenty three and filling his cage with rage. Smothering whispers of scent in fury. Burying the adventures in sound with wrath.

He is twenty three and he's staring at blood splatted walls mixed with the scent of fire.

He is twenty three and he starts to feel just a little more free.


FINAL (CHRIS/VICTORIA) - ICONS


 
 
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