#i pulled this out of my ass in like 20 mins with no ref so i question the quality but it was fun at least

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Lacuna// Teen wolf Rewrite

Wolf Moon Part 2

Part 1 

Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (Eventually)

Warnings: none really 

A/N: I really love to put visuals, its my favorite part of writing. But if it gets too annoying then ill stop. I’m trying to make the reader as bad-ass as possible. I really wanted her to be extroverted and forward, basically the opposite of me. Hope you enjoy!

You awoke early, 30 mins before your alarm. The events from last night still fresh in your mind. It’s time for school, so you began to get ready. Lucky for you, you had been planning your first day outfit for a while, it was laid on your dresser ready. Before you got ready, you went to check your bandage on your leg. It was almost soaked but dry with blood, it looked like it was even turning black. But then… you removed it, and the bite was gone. Completely gone. ‘Did I imagine it all?’ 

You heard keys clinking and steps coming up the stairs. “Knock knock, sleepy head” your aunt began to open the door. You quickly grabbed the bandage and tucked it under the sheets. Thank god it was dried blood. “Oh!” She exclaimed “You’re awake. That’s surprising. You excited to go to school! Make some friends?” She started to dance to you, sitting next to you and poking your sides. Even though she worked a full night shift. She still had so much energy. 

“Ughhh” you groan, falling back into your bed and pulling your pillow up to your face to block her out. “No! No new friends. Just get through the rest of high school.” She stands and starts to walk out. Chuckling to herself lightly. 

“Okay, okay. Well. Get ready! And let me know when we need to go.” She walks out and shuts your door. 

You grabbed the outfit and made your way to the bathroom to do your makeup and hair. You put on your outfit and stare in the mirror. 

You actually look good, taking into consideration how you feel. 

Your aunt dropped you off a little later than the other kids because the principal wanted to meet with you beforehand. You walked onto the walkway leading to the front doors of the school, you saw a girl digging through her bag on the phone with someone. Then a man came walking towards the both of you. 

“Sorry to keep you two girls waiting” she looks up at him then to you. “Allison, this is Y/n.Y/n this is Allison.” She holds out her hand. 

“Nice to meet you.” A gorgeous smile graced upon her lips. 

“Nice to meet you too!” You reply, a bright smile as well. 

“So y/n you from Seattle?” The man states as he walks towards the door. 

“Yes I am, but I lived here before. Years and years ago.” You smile 

“Oh yes, and Allison San Francisco isn’t where you grew up?” He asks as he opens the door. 

“No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family.” She replies. Already peaking your interest 

“Well hopefully beacon hills will be your last stop for a while. Both of you.” He turns his head and looks at you. You smile, nodding your head. He opens a door leading you both in. “Class these are your new students, Allison Argent and Y/n Y/l/n. Please do your best to make them feel welcome.” He exits the room. And you see a seat open by the window. Allison lowers her head and walks to another seat, a boy turning and giving her a pen. She gives him a puzzled look before smiling and saying “Thanks.” 

You sit down setting your stuff down and preparing to highlight the hell of the syllabus. “Well begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis on page 133.” The teacher says. 

You feel a tap on your shoulder so you turn slightly. “Hi, you said your name was Y/n” you nod feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Did you live here before? My names Stiles.” You lightly gasp as you start to recognize his features. 

“Yes, yes I did live here, umm hi Stiles. I don’t know if you remember me. I mean hell I barely remember you.” You smile. 

“Ms. Y/l/n, please turn around.” You slowly turn to pay attention. Slightly red in the cheeks for already getting called out. 

You feel the boy behind you start to sit up and whispers “I remember the name.” You smile. Still looking forward. Happy he remembers. Even if it’s only slightly. 

The bell rings, finally school ended and you see Allison up at her locker. You decide that it might be easier to be new girls together then apart. “Hi!” She jumps a little you start to say sorry but she stops you.

“Y/n! I’m sorry for being so jumpy! Just a little bit overwhelmed.” She opens her locker pacing her binder in it. 

“Tell me about it” you laugh a little. “So I was thinking you know, it’s probably better being new girls together rather than a-“ some redhead walks up and interrupts you. 

“That jacket is absolutely killer. Where’d you get it” you can tell Allison is a bit uncomfortable. She gives you soft look and looks back at the girl. 

“My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco.” She nods slightly

The redhead looks at you. “And that outfit, I can tell I have some competition this year” She laughs. Points at both Allison and you and says “and you two are my new best friends.” 

At this point some boy comes up the her and starts sucking her face. You didn’t even know this girls name, at least you can tell your aunt you already made friends. You jerk your head a bit when you hear a girls voice loud and clear in your ear “can somebody tell me how new girls are here all of five minuets, and they’re already hanging out with Lydia’s clique?” You look away, trying not to make it obvious you can hear their conversation clearly. How strange. 

Another voice comes through. You recognize it as Stiles from earlier. “Because they’re hot. Beautiful people herd together.” You blush a little bit. “Scott you see that one girl. Yeah I think that’s y/n from when we were you-“ your focus is cut off from their conversation as Lydia starts to talk about a party this weekend. 

“Yeah Friday night, you should come.” Jackson says looking at you and Allison like we would be insane if we didn’t go. Allison begins making excuses of not going. But honestly to you, it seems fun. 

“Yeah sure totally I’ll go.” Lydia, as you now know because of that one girl from earlier, looks up at you and smiles

��Everyone’s going after the scrimmage” Jackson says. 

“You mean football?” Allison asks. 

“Footballs a joke in beacon.” Jackson laughs “the sport here is lacrosse” interesting. Seattle was all about football. “We’ve won state championship for the past three years.” 

Lydia goes on about how amazing Jackson is but you couldn’t stop thinking about how you could hear the other’s conversation a while ago. Was it just a Fluke. “Perfect. You’re coming” she grabs both Allison and your hands leading you to the field. You sit in between Allison and Lydia, really not excited about being there. You throw a quick text to your aunt about staying after school and that you’d just walk home, she was sleeping, but you liked to make sure she knew what was going on. 

You see stiles walk into the field with the same boy from first period. He didn’t see you, but you couldn’t help but stare. “Who is that” you hear Allison say. 

“Him?” Lydia replies. “I’m not sure who he is.” 

“Isn’t that Scott? Scott Mcall. Always hanging around Stiles?” You say. Making the connection. “We all used to be really good friends when we were young.“ you look away slightly red in the face. 

“He’s in our English class” she says. Then the refs whistle goes off. Scaring you a bit. It was loud. But you look to the field and notice Scott cowering and grabbing his ears just like you, only his seemed worse. You wondered for just a bit if he was experiencing the same thing you have been. 

Scott gets hit in the face and you flinch. That must have hurt. You see stiles in the corner of your eye shake his head. Just like that Scott started to catch balls perfectly. You hear stiles chirp with happiness. Making you smile, he really was goofy. 

“He seems like he’s pretty good!” Allison says. 

“Very good” Lydia replies. 

You start to zone out at this point. Staring at Stiles. He was jumping around like a maniac. He’s actually super cute, isn’t he.

After practice, you make the trek home. Smiling to yourself about how well today actually went. Then you realized something. The bite, it’s healed. So is your wrist. Could the hearing and sense of smell be some kind of response your brain is making to the bite! Is it rabies. Oh dear, I hope it’s not rabies. 

Your scrambled thoughts are interrupted by a car passing by. It’s a bright blue Jeep. It stops abruptly maybe 20 feet or so in front of you. You walk up, slightly worried you’re about to be kidnapped. As you get closer you can hear who's in there. 

“Let’s just pick her up. She walking all by herself. That’s not okay!” You recognized the voice of Scott. 

“Okay, but if she turns out to be some kind of serial killer, coming for revenge of all her childhood friends. I’m leaving you in the dust” Stiles says. You laugh a bit and walked the last 10 feet up to the window. 

“I promise I won’t kill you” You say in an ominous tone. 

“Ahh!” Stiles jumps and turns around. “Jesus, you heard that? How’d you hear that? You were like 20 feet away.” Scott look at you, head cocked a bit and squinted eyes. 

“You speak louder than you think.” You say with a chuckle. “So… a ride?” 

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[junker-town]

The Hater’s Goodbye to Tony Romo

Arguing for Romo as the Cowboys’ best-ever QB isn’t nearly as fun as shouting about his failures.

“This is the way your career ends. Not with a bang but with an Adam Schefter tweet at 6:35 a.m.”

—T.S. Eliot

On April 4, 2017, we woke up to the news that Antonio Ramiro Romo, statistically the greatest quarterback in the history of the Dallas Cowboys, was done. In a shocking turn of events that no one could have predicted, the 10-year starting quarterback for one of the NFL’s flagship franchises turned in his pads. For a CBS blazer. A CBS blazer that he pried from the cold, relentless grip of Phil Simms’ dead hands in some poetic, circle of life shit. Romo’s NFL career ended in the same way his broadcasting career will begin: The novice with zero experience will supplant the veteran who never saw it coming.

Sorry, Phil. When it’s your turn, it’s your turn.

A well-known Canadian-Jamaican-British-Houstonian poet once said, “They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments.”

That line should be inscribed on the plaque under Romo’s bust in Canton.

Yes, Romo is a Hall of Famer. To think otherwise is absurd. I mentioned he was statistically the best quarterback in Cowboys history in the opening paragraph because I know the Aikman crowd would chime in with “RANGZZZ.” The MOST touchdowns Aikman ever threw in a season is 23. The FEWEST touchdowns Romo ever threw in a season where he started 13 or more games was 26. Romo also owns just about every Cowboys passing record worth noting. He is flat out the best quarterback to ever wear a Cowboys uniform. Period.

The aforementioned accolades of Romo’s tend to get whispered. Let’s get to the stuff that’s fun to scream about, though. Some of the failures that Romo has never been able to shake free from. We’ll run through a few:

Wild Card game: SEA vs DAL (Jan. 6, 2007)

There’s nothing to be said about this botched hold play that hasn’t been said already. Something of note, however. The second-string quarterback usually holds the snap on extra points to keep defenses honest and prepared for the fake. Romo started the season on the second string. He moved up the depth chart to starter in Week 8. Jon Kitna should have been holding snaps for 10 weeks by this point. Romo wasn’t even supposed to be out there. Poor guy can’t ever catch a break.

Divisional playoff game: NYG vs DAL (Jan. 13, 2008)

Dallas went 13-4 and secured a Wild Card bye. This game came down to Dallas having the ball on the Giants’ 23 while trailing, 21-17. Romo threw a 4-yard completion to Jason Witten, two incompletions, and the game-clinching interception to R.W. McQuarters. There’s not a single soul on the planet who even knows what the hell R.W. even stands for. Not even R.W. McQuarters himself.

Week 17: DAL vs PHI (Dec. 28, 2008)

A win-and-you’re-in game. For all the marbles. Season, division title, and a playoff spot were all on the line. Romo went 21-of-39 for 183 yards and put up a 55.8 passer rating. Longest pass of the game was from Witten to Owens and to this very day I still don’t think that was a drawn up play. Dallas got its ass WHUPPED. 44-6.

Divisional playoff game: DAL vs MIN (Jan. 17, 2010)

Favre-led Vikes steamroll the Cowboys 34-3 and for the second season in a row, Dallas gets sent home with Romo failing to lead his offense to a touchdown or hit 200 yards passing.

Week 17: DAL vs NYG (Jan. 1, 2012)

Win-and-you’re-in game for the division title and a playoff spot. Dallas loses. 31-14.

Week 17: DAL vs WAS (Dec. 30, 2012)

Win-and-you’re-in game for the division title and a playoff spot (stop me if you’ve heard this one before.) Romo goes 20-of-37 for 218 yards and two TDs. He also throws three INTs, including the game-clinching pick late in the fourth quarter.

Divisional playoff game: DAL vs GB (Jan. 12, 2015)

Dez caught it. Or not. This one is on the refs and the rulebook, but of course Romo throws the most controversial incompletion in NFL playoff history. Some guys have all the luck.

To be clear, Romo came through far more than he blew it. It just so happens that he blew quite a few games where Dallas’ season was on the line. However, it’s a new regime in Dallas now, and even the most diehard Romo supporters will begrudgingly admit that they prefer the measured, risk-averse style of Dak Prescott and his 23:4 TD to INT ratio to Romo’s heart attack-inducing, Favre-esque relapses. The highs might not be as high with Dak as they were with Romo, but the ride is much smoother. Romo was a rollercoaster. Dak is a Cadillac.

We’re peculiar about who we give passes to and who we decide will permanently bear the blame, no matter the circumstances. There’s usually no rhyme or reason on why or how we dole out these designations. Some people are Ferris Bueller. Others are Meg Griffin. That’s just the way shit goes.

Unfortunately for Romo, he drew the shitty end of this deal. However, Romo is no hapless victim here. Throwing the season-ending pick in a home playoff game to a division rival cornerback who has a name like a Secretary of State in the Rutherford B. Hayes administration will linger longer in peoples’ memories than pulling off a 2011 Week 12 game-winning drive against the Dolphins.

Quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys is the single most scrutinized position in all of sports. No matter how loud the whispers of Romo’s success become, they will never drown out the screams of his failures, even in retrospect. This may seem unfair. It might appear that Romo caught a raw deal. It may seem as if Romo doesn’t deserve this legacy. But as a well-known head of security and transportation for a grassroots Baltimore pharmaceutical corporation once eloquently stated, “Deserve got nothing to do with it.”

Sorry, Tony. When it’s your turn, it’s your turn.