The Girl with Antidepressants "Allison. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said. I just wanted to protect you. I didn't want you to get hurt, just like me. I've accepted the fact that not all guys are like Jackson. And if Isaac makes you happy, then I'm happy for you. I love you so much. Sorry. Please forgive me. Talk to me when you're ready." Sent 12:37am Read 12:42 am. - 1:42 am, March 18, 2012. "Hello. Is this Lydia Martin?" "Yes. Who is this?" "This is Mr. Mendoza, of Beacon Hills Hospital. I'm sorry to say this but, Ms. Allison Argent is dead." ©Copyright 2015 by thecastaways Ranked #227 in Fanfiction 2015 ~~~~~ Created: January 2015 Ended: November 28, 2015

❝why's your band called 'road to serenity'?❞ ❝because when i was thinking about forming a band, i was thinking about what music means to me. it's kind of my safe place, my road to serenity.❞ in which a ninteen year-old stiles from the us is the drummer of a not well-known pop-punk band called road to serenity, and lydia from canada is his seventeen year-old biggest fan. oh and, their only way of communication is twitter. [small caps intended, mostly texts/messages] [completed]

Punk Pack Band AU. They say all's fair in love and war... but they never said anything about band wars. Lydia Martin. Lead singer of Mercy For Mania. 20. Taken. Black coffee drinker and song writer, with a long standing feud against the drummer of Few Are Angels, Stiles Stilinski.

The year is 1976, and life at Hogwarts is growing more complicated by the day. Lydia and Stiles are keeping secrets from their friends, Scott, Isaac, Malia and Kira are keeping secrets from themselves, Allison and Danny are finding and keeping secrets that no one knows, and outside the castle walls, a war is slowly starting. In other words, the Teen Wolf x Marauders Era crossover that no one asked for, featuring drunk kisses, invisible kisses, accidental kisses, stolen kisses, truth or dare, quidditch, tiny pink elephants, a dragon trainer, more gay than you can poke a stick at, and Theo Raeken getting kneed in the balls (a lot).