#geniusinheels

#approves it’s a really good show

peopel are so fucking stupid wow

the fact that i'm used to this kind of bs is sad tbh

geniusinheels replied to your post:HOW DO YOU WRIT E STRAIGHT SMUT IF YOURE A SLEBIAN??

#best answer

#you’re lovely and one of these days we will write together #this is a thing that needs to happen

                 “—— Psst. Lydia, wake up.”

        [ breaking into her house had been a matter of picking locks and slipping in through her window after nightfall, a little creepy and serial killer-like perhaps, but he liked to think they'd reached a level of trust, and weird pseudo-friendship where she wouldn't suspect he was up to anything untoward being in her room at such a ridiculously late hour. besides, this was a matter of her safety, and when that had so recently come into threat without his interference, it became a necessity.

           his weight against the bed did nothing to wake her, a hand reaching out to shake lightly at her shoulder elicited only a crease in her porcelain brow. ] 

                 “C'mon, Princess, wake up.                   I have something for you.”

          [ the object, secreted away in his pocket, was a chain, delicate and silver, had required hours of careful selection, and scrupulousness. choosing a necklace that would be considered worthy of wearing by lydia martin had taken a near impossible deliberation. an irrational fear, that she wouldn't decide it pretty enough to wear, hung in the back of his mind with a reluctant certainty. whatever she thought of the actual jewelry, whether irritation, or relutance, she'd have to wear it. 

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Third grade. It was much too early for Stiles to start thinking up the negatives of his soulmate being determined for him by some stupid clock on his little wrist. All he really knew was what the numbers meant.

His father explained that the person he met when the clock was down to all zero's was the person he'd end up spending the rest of his life with. It's something he learned a little about every school year, and he was sure this year would be no different.

It was the start of a fresh school year, which meant a new group of kids in his class. Maybe this would be the year he'd be able to expand his circle of friends beyond just Scott. Who he also hoped was in his class.

He'd been so caught up in his own silly little thoughts about how awesome school was going to be this year, that he hadn't even noticed how low the numbers were. Stiles all but bounced himself into the class room with a big smile on his face.

He didn't see her. The girl standing right inside the doorway. Who was now also the girl on the floor because the idiot child bumped into her. He went to apologize but his eye caught her wrist. "That's so cool! Look all zero's, did you already meet your soulmate?"

The girl with the strawberry blonde hair looked down at her wrist as if it was the first time she was seeing those numbers. 00:00:00. And that's because it was. "Who are you? Hmm whose your soulmate? Is he nice?" Even at a young age Stiles had trouble controlling himself from over talking, and asking too many questions. He also had the ability to make all eyes focus on him. Most of the time, it wasn't a good thing.

"I'm Lydia.. Lydia Martin. I.. haven't met him yet."

#because they’re too busy applying to the crappy ones where the plots don’t make sense