A Storied Kind of Romance

When Stiles goes to college, he sets up a webcam in his room so Derek can watch when Stiles brings his one night stands back to his room for sex. That way, everyone gets off in this long distance relationship.

Kindergarten has just gotten significantly better. Just ask Thorin, who's got the biggest crush on the new kid in class, Bilbo Baggins.With the help of his friends, Thorin knows that he can take back the swings from the 1st graders, show up the K-1 class in the school pageant, and win the heart of one curly haired boy.Yup. Kindergarten is going to be a year to remember.

Raven eyes the truck a little. The engine is still on and it’s vibrating as it sits, roaring on the side of the road. “Looks like you could use a mechanic,” she says. “How far are you trying to take it?” “West coast,” the driver says, purposefully vague, which suits Raven just fine. “That’s where I’m headed too. If you do the driving, I’ll make sure we get there.” The driver eyes her a little closer, studying up and down, and Raven fidgets, swallowing the urge to bark what are you looking at? She knows what she must look like; greasy hair that hasn’t been washed in days, thrown up in a messy tangled ponytail, rumpled sweat-soaked clothes, boots caked in Midwest dust, old fraying bag tossed over one shoulder, the crude metal brace strapped over her knee. She looks like a homeless person, or a runaway. A Lifetime movie in the making. She looks like baggage, the extra kind that nobody wants to carry home. The driver leans over, and pops the lock on the passenger door. It feels more like a gesture than anything else; Raven could have easily reached in through the window and done it herself.

Stiles looked around the warehouse, wondering what Gerard was playing at. The old man was already several minutes late, which was something they hadn't counted on. All of the sudden, he heard Allison yell one word, "RUN!" He barely had time to turn around before an explosion filled his ears and Scott and Isaac were tackling him to the ground. The pain had barely had a chance to register before he blacked out.

Oh, he wasn’t dead anymore — he was standing only a few feet away, as hale and hearty as if he’d just had a solid eight hours of sleep and a good breakfast — but he had been. There was a corpse burned into the backs of her eyelids as she watched the akuma’s victim reorient herself, ozone burning in the air and the water dumped back in the Seine. There was a scream buried six feet deep in her chest, swallowed down time and time and time again over the past six hours. There was an ache in her body that she shouldn’t feel, because the Miraculous were supposed to take care of that. The Miraculous weren’t supposed to let them die, either, and yet there was still a corpse tattooed across her vision.

“Jack told me that you were indisposed. Is everything alright?” Will snorts. Indisposed. “That's one way to put it.” “And how would you put it?” Lecter asks and Will laughs despite himself. “I'm in heat, Doctor.”