I'd Find A Way

...I'm Better

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All my favorite Harry Potter bad lip reading gifs I have collected 

So i’m feeling A LOT better. I just have to make it through two late days (possibly a Saturday shift) and I’m golden :D And replies will return to normal after that!

New Kid In Town

wckdsubjectafive:

 

That was more of what he’d been expecting and he couldn’t help but laugh because that was an awful mimicry of his accent. “Your accent his terrible, you should probably work on that.” Newt zipped up his bag after shoving his Calculus book inside of it and swung it around to slide his arms through it. “Gotta be honest though, why is Scott hellbent on making sure you talk to me? I imagine it’d be different if I was in training for your pack but I’m not.” It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the ‘begrudging welcome wagon’ but it sort of confused him to. It might have something to do with pack alliances he thought to himself.

"Well excuse me, I haven’t been practicing. The queen doesn’t make stops to Beacon Hills very often. While i’m at it I’ll practice drinking tea with my pinky up. And when I get some spare time I’ll practice my bows." He flashed another grin, seeming quite pleased with himself. At the question however he shrugged. "Scott kind of feels responsible for everyone in Beacon Hills. He doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. He’s protecting everyone in the town no matter what. And besides, Deaton trusts you. And he means a lot to Scott, so follow the bouncing ball and here we are." He said pushing off from the lockers. "You’re kind of..extended pack. How’s that?

New Kid In Town

wckdsubjectafive:

curlyfriesandsarcasm:

Deaton had told Scotti that there was a new boy, Sebastian “Newt”, would be training under him to be an emissary for Satomi. Basically that the guy would be around from now on. Not only that, he was starting at Beacon Hills. He had to feel for him, starting during senior year would be tough on anybody. It wasn’t outright said that they should welcome him, but knowing Scott it was what he would want. 

Though he was pretty well liked already. He was almost scary smart, good looking, and quick witted. And frankly that fact made him a little more endearing to the human. So it was time He went and talked to the new guy. Newt. He had to appreciate that the guy had a…let’s say uncommon name he went by.

He approached him in the hallway smiling lightly. “Hey, I’m Stiles. I think you met Scott? He works for Deaton.”

Newt was grabbing the last book from his bag when a voice suddenly spoke to him and he turned a startled expression to the owner of that voice. He’d been in school a grand total of two weeks and hardly anyone had made an attempt to speak to him directly. Beacon Hills High School was a tough crowd and he had to wonder if it was mostly due to the long running history of shit that happened here. The last time he’d been in Beacon Hills, he’d been too young to remember it. “Uh hi, yeah, I think he’s mentioned you a couple of times. I’m Newt…well…it’s a nickname but yeah, nice to meet you.” There’s a distinct British accent that he speaks with.

He’d only just met Scott a few nights ago when he’d come in for his shift at the clinic. Deaton had taken the time to introduce the two of them and explained that Scott was the Alpha werewolf of his pack. Newt had been impressed to find two alphas living in such close proximity to each other but Scott seemed a genuinely nice guy and Satomi was great as well.

“I gotta say, mate, I’m a bit surprised you came to introduce yourself. Scott made mention you don’t generally like new people much. I don’t blame you. He said I should just beware of your rather sharp tongue and not take it personal. Looks like you might be making a liar of your alpha,” he said with a friendly smile.

He couldn’t help but grin at the knowledge that Scott had mentioned him a couple times.Especially considering the fact that he was only saying anything to this guy for Scott. They could be trains in the night for all he cared. “Right, yeah I know how it goes. I’ve heard what the hell is a Stiles. So.” He rolled his eye slightly giving a shrug and a small grin playing on his lips. 

However the expression was quickly wiped from his face. “And i see you live up to your reputation of having a ‘sharp tongue’ yourself, mate.” He said the word with a sarcastic bite. And he leaned up against the locker next to his. “And trust me, it’s exactly because of Scott, I’m talking to you and making nice. Call me your begrudging welcome wagon.”  He lifted his brows before he grinned. “And you should still beware my sharp tongue.”

thegaybeta:

 

Liam bit his lower lip, hesitating to answer. “Nothing…just…thank you.” He smiled slightly.

He watched him for a moment, his brows raising questioningly. Then a moment later he sat up. Stretching his arms above his head. “What time is it even?”

New Kid In Town

Deaton had told Scotti that there was a new boy, Sebastian “Newt”, would be training under him to be an emissary for Satomi. Basically that the guy would be around from now on. Not only that, he was starting at Beacon Hills. He had to feel for him, starting during senior year would be tough on anybody. It wasn’t outright said that they should welcome him, but knowing Scott it was what he would want. 

Though he was pretty well liked already. He was almost scary smart, good looking, and quick witted. And frankly that fact made him a little more endearing to the human. So it was time He went and talked to the new guy. Newt. He had to appreciate that the guy had a…let’s say uncommon name he went by.

He approached him in the hallway smiling lightly. “Hey, I’m Stiles. I think you met Scott? He works for Deaton.”

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thepackmccalling:

 

Scott can’t help himself. He doesn’t think Stiles minds, but he still can’t help himself, hooking his face around so that he can put his nose against Stiles’ neck and revel in the scent of his boy’s happiness. It doesn’t come around enough. “You can take me anywhere you want, Stiles,” He mutters into the pale skin, “But there’s that new pizza place in town we could try. Unless you’re feeling fancy. I’m not really dresesd for fancy.”

If Scott thinks even for a second that Stiles minds the way Scott burrows in against his neck. He’s absolutely wrong. In fact he sighs contentedly and lets his eyes flutter closed. And he lifts a hand up to push his fingers through his hair. “No pizza sounds good to me. And I think you look pretty amazing. I like this grease monkey look you’ve got going.” He said with a little grin. Not that Scott would see with his face buried against his neck.

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