#jeep-lover

[badassbetaerica]

@jeep-lover​ || ( x )

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Erica hated this class. It was supposed to be giving them ‘real world skills’ but most of the time their assignments were crap. This time was no different. Erica wasn’t even sure if she wanted kids but now she had to take care of a dumb electronic baby with whoever the teacher randomly assigned her. She just hoped that it was someone who she could tolerate, especially considering this baby was going to drive her up the wall. 

She waited anxiously as the teacher paired students up until finally she heard her name. She grossed her fingers and prayed for a decent partner. Then she heard the teacher say Stiles’ name and she wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or nervous. Her and Stiles weren’t really friends..after everything that had gone down with Derek and her pack, she’d mostly kept to herself. She was afraid they all hated her and it wouldn’t be completely uncalled for. 

Hesitantly, Erica got up from her seat and made her way over to Stiles’ desk, watching as she baby was placed down in front of them. “So..you any good with babies?”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

{Plotted Starter for @jeep-lover}

It wasn’t about playing a game anymore. It wasn’t about becoming the most powerful person in the world. It wasn’t about some lost pride, it wasn’t about some silly need to prove something. It was about surviving. It was about living. It was about…fighting with the overgrowing fear and taking the right decision. Or he’d die. As simple as that. And with everyone having left Beacon Hills, with everyone having moved on, started a new life, he was alone in this. Then again, wouldn’t it have been the same if they’d stuck around? He doubted they had forgiven him. Hell. He doubted if they’d have even bothered hearing him out.

He was alone. But that was fine. Because if he’d learned something was that working on your own, counting on your self was one of the best strategies.

It was a text that’d brought him back to Beacon Hills. It was a text that’d brought him back into the forest. Follow the signs. This was what the text had said. Follow the signs and we can make a deal. I know how to help.

Which had been weird. Which had been surprising. How would someone know about his condition. How would someone know about his problem. Why would someone offer help? It didn’t matter though. For what was there to be lost? What could happen to him that wouldn’t have happened anyway? And so, he followed the directions, went back to the oh so perfect forest of the city. Only that he wasn’t alone.

“Well well well. Look what we’ve got here.” Stiles Stilinski. What had been the chances?

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia Martin hadn’t been back to California since her mother moved them across the country to Boston when she was a freshman in high school. She never really expected to go back, but then she got into Stanford for med school. It was one of the best places she could go for med school. She couldn’t turn it down. 

Now she was done with med school and starting her surgical residency at a hospital in LA. She was on her rotation with the orthopedic surgeon and rounding on a man brought in with a possible surgical arm fracture. She pushes open the door and steps inside. “Good evening. I’m Dr. Martin. I’m going to take a look at your arm before Dr. Balthrop comes in to evaluate if you need surgery.” 

She looks up to see a handsome man sitting on a stretcher in a cop’s uniform. “So you’re a police officer? That how you get this break?” she asks, moving to him. “I’m just going to do a quick exam and then look at your x-rays. Can you wiggle your fingers for me?”

@jeep-lover

[sundownings-moved]

@jeep-lover​ asked  ‘ you know what? fuck this shit. ’

alice heard his exclamation and looked over at stiles. “need some help over there, stilinski?” she asked, setting her phone down on the seat next to her on the sofa. “cause i know you said, and i quote, ‘i can do this myself’ when i asked you earlier if you wanted help but the offer’s still open.” she looked at the half built dining room table sitting in the center of the lahey dining room. their old one had been at least ten years old and a combination of ten years of overuse by three siblings and later two werewolves had doomed it to cracking right down the center a week ago. the direct cause of the crack remained unknown to alice, but she’d helped fund a new table a few days after the old one bit the dust. she’d left it for someone else to build though and somehow stiles had been coerced into building it.

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

@jeep-lover​ plotted starter ( John & Stiles )

He did not want to be there. Scratch that, he really really did not want to be there. John contemplated skipping out on this little partner’s meeting and going back to his house. But it wasn’t like he wanted to be there either. He sighed. This was their second meeting for the stupid biology project, the first one didn’t go so well as John left after a few words to Stiles at the library, but this meeting was at Stiles’ place and he was already itching to leave. 

It was no secret Stiles didn’t like him (not a lot of people did, John made sure of it; pushing people away was just easier) and John really didn’t like the other boy or his incapacity to shut up from time to time. But they were forced to work together; a quarter of final grade was a hell of a lot to risk over his own stupid emotions. Despite the appearances he tried to put up, he did actually care about getting good marks, they were his only way out. So John took a deep breath and knocked on the front door, hand coming to rub over the side of his leg right after. When Stiles opened up, John gave him a slightly annoyed look. “You ready to work today? Sooner we get this done the sooner we can both move on.” not true, they had to present but he so didn’t want to think about that either.

[brokenxbeautyxx]

⁂ Plotted starter for @jeep-lover​

Snowflakes cling to cherry lashes, her nose burning a deep crimson do to the frigid whipping of the wind. Deep hues of violet and sapphire coat the snow riddled sky, covering the duo in a blanket of twilight. Palms lift to quivering lips, heated puffs being exhaled in an attempt to warm her frostbitten tips. Perhaps she should have dressed better for the occasion. A heavy peacoat and fluffy scarf weren’t enough to make up for the dress hidden underneath. Though, in her defense, she’d really thought the several layers of thick stockings encasing her legs would have at least provided some sort of defense. Boy was she wrong. “You sure this thing is up to code?!” Wide eyes flicker between the massive aged lift and Stiles, nose crinkling disapprovingly “Not that I’m scared... You know, just making sure we don’t get stranded in that thing.” Hands rub together before she’s braving a step into the metal box.  “Hurry, let’s get this thing moving before the wind takes us out.”

[unsaintedfox-a]

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz // ❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

Salty AF Munday Meme

Stolen from blog: DEAR GOD YES. SO MANY TIMES. It was REALLY bad when I was writing Stiles because everyone had DOB. I had stuff stolen way back on myspace days too which was a bitch. I once had a whole RPG that I made be stolen by a co-owner lmao. So yes. Shit has been stolen.

FC/Character Ruined: FC ruined definitely. Couldn’t look at Paul Wesley without wanting to punch people. Still can’t really do it. Kinda ruined Nina for me for a very long time. I’ve gotten over that because Nina is amazing. Characters, not so much. I can find a good version of a character and find bad ones. But yeah. Paul Wesley still brings back awful memories.

[kingteufel]

starter request for @jeep-lover​ //Jughead

Jughead wanted to start fresh after everything that went down in Riverdale. He moved to Beacon Hills since it wasn’t far from the college he would be attending after his breakup with Betty he did a fast track to graduation then went off to start his college career. It was a few weeks away before he would be studying at one of the Universities about thirty minutes away. Jughead wanted to have a chance to survey his new surroundings before his first day of class. He had his hands shoved into his leather jacket the temperature was a little chilly compared to Riverdale but tolerable. He missed wearing his serpent Jacket but for the next four years asides from holiday and in between semesters it would be hung up in the closet. It was a strange to him not knowing a single face or place in town. Jughead was used to knowing everyone and just about every hangout spot back home this wasn’t his usual turf. Though he was anxious he was still excited about being away from home and all the drama that came with it. Little was he aware that Beacon Hills had his own form of drama and taste of supernatural.