Stefen and Damon Meet Scott and Stiles

From Stefen’s point of view:

There was no point in staying at Mystic Falls anymore. We would end up dead, and keeping my only family member and friend left safe was the most important thing. We drove for hours, Damon annoying me the entire way. “Can we stop for a drink?” He asked, curling his lips into a smile. “No.” “Come on brother, it will be fun,” he insisted. I sighed. “We have to get to Beacon Hills, then we’ll get drinks.. And i’m hoping you meant alcohol.” Damon closed his eyes and leaned back in the passenger seat of the car. “Scared of loosing control in a new town, Ripper?” I tried to collect myself as best I could, but I did not respond to Damon for the rest of the way there.

Damon’s point of view:

Stefen was such a party killer. A downer. He was a rather gloomy vampire, sticking to tradition I suppose. Meanwhile, all I wanted to do was drink some blood and blast the music from the car’s radio as we drove to this new town. We would own this town, just as we did Mystic Falls. The best part? There were no other supernatural creatures here. Or at least I had hoped. I was sick of people constantly ruining things for Stefen and I. And of corse, people constantly trying to kill me. At least here I could do what I wanted with no consequences. It took me a moment before I had realized that Stefen fell asleep at the wheel. It took only one more moment to realize there was a boy in the middle of the road on his phone. I didn’t want to be a goodie-goodie, but killing the guy wouldn’t have done much good for us. “Stefen wake up!” I shouted. “Stop the car! Now!”

Stiles’ point of view:

Man, the amount of pictures I had on my phone of the dead body Scott and I had just found,were unbelievable. My dad would have to see these. We needed to figure out how this person died. I stopped in the middle of the road to look at the pictures, while Scott continued walking across the street. “Stiles look out!” I turned to see a car headed towards me, with panicking drivers. I was too stunned to move, and before I could, the car hit me. It wasn’t a bad hit, since the car has slowed down enough before it hit me to actually hurt me that much. Though, I still fell down. I was embarrassed. Also, my head was bleeding. And my neck. And nose. Ouch.. Maybe it did hurt me a little bit. I got back up before falling again and feeling very dizzy.

Scott’s point of view:

Stiles looked terrible. I think he under estimated his injury seeing as he got back up (only to fall down again). He must have hit his head hard, cause he didn’t even notice his arm was broken. And it was BROKEN.. I ran to his aid and tried to help him up again. The two people from inside the car got out to see if Stiles was okay. Although, the one who had been driving looked like he was the one who got hit when he saw Stiles. The other one was smirking for some reason. “Let’s just bite them both, drink some blood, and make them forget.” The one with the dark hair and blue eyes whispered. The other one shook his head no. “I’m a ripper, Damon. I can’t stop if I start. You know that.” The one called Damon shrugged, and ran towards stiles faster than even I could. So fast I barely saw him run. Next he had his teeth sunken into Stiles’ neck. Soon Damon had brought Stiles to the other guy, and the light haired one drunk from Stiles’ neck. Damon grabbed me next, except I pushed him off of me, letting my fangs grow and growling. My eyes turned red, and Damon’s black and blue eyes widened, the veins around them disappearing. Quickly I grabbed stiles and pulled him away from he other vampire. How could this be real? How could it be that vampires existed? “Of corse. The one place we go to when getting away from the supernatural, there’s werewolves!” Damon hissed, throwing his hands in the air.

↳ Daniel Sharman in a white T-Shirt is a freaking blessing

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That’s what I call an important distinction.

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

Derek gives him another look. “We’re not together anymore.”

“It’s barely two weeks. Okay?” Stiles grabs him by the shoulder and shakes him a bit, much to Derek’s evident chagrin. “Just two weeks. You haven’t told anyone, I haven’t told anyone…we can just pretend like we never broke up, for two god damn weeks.”

“Stiles -”

“And then you can break up with me the day after the dance for all I care. Just…just prom. Okay?”

Crystal Reed arrives at the opening night of ‘Ruben Guthrie’ on June 7, 2016 in Los Angeles

season1 − episode7 ✘ night school + “i mean no, you wanna hear it in spanish?”

People want you to be that GQ image that you put out, but people don’t realize what it’s like to act 24 hours a day. I’d go home and I was still acting. People who are so judgmental about those who are gay or different don’t realize that acting 24 hours a day is the most exhausting thing in the world. It took me so long to get to this point, but I’m doing so good, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and healthier than I’ve ever been, and that’s what I care about.

THANK YOU Dylan O'Brien for being such an inspiration to young people everywhere!