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Parenting Mistakes

I think all the talk about participation trophies is bs, mostly because I saw in real-time how Conservatives in the US constructed the myth in the 80s and how it has always been used to attack both the idea that children should feel good about themselves about anything other than pushing around and policing other kids, and the idea parents should be good to their kids; while promoting the idea that kids were properly property that parents ought to be able to treat however they damn well please with zero outside intervention. But also because I frankly never saw the damn things to begin with. I saw plenty of trophies, and all the ones I saw were given out for perfectly sensible reasons, visibly appreciated by the kids receiving them.

BUT, having said that, I DO think there is a certain well-intentioned tendency in the parenting of securely middle-class parents (can’t speak to other classes because this is the only parenting I ever saw) of the Boomer and X gens that had some unintended negative repercussions, and that is the tendency to play down mistakes.

Let me lay a scene:

A child is doing something and they make a mistake. They say to their parent “I’ve made a mistake”. Now these parents, interpreting Dr. Spock’s advice through their own experiences of(almost invariably) having been raised by real assholes whose idea of “parenting” was mean-spirited insults and physical abuse and even worse, respond to this by doing the exact opposite of what they’re parents would have done, they Negate it. “No, NoNo,” the parent says, “it’s fine, it’s Fine! You’re doing perfect :)”

Now, what the parent THINKS they’re doing in this situation is building the child’s confidence in their abilities. What they are REALLY doing, though, is teaching the child to doubt their own ability to assess situations, and particularly their own performance. The child had an idea in their head of how things should have turned out, likely based on instructions. Things didn’t turn out that way and maybe they also realize they didn’t follow the instructions correctly. So they say, based on the evidence, “I made a mistake”. Yet the parent -from a place of kindness!- tells them they didn’t. So they learn that their judgement is flawed. Is it any wonder that kids constantly exposed to this grow up to be perfectionists, to NEED to know they’ve done everything possible in their minds to make something right because they can’t trust how they think or feel about it, who always ask for the opinions of others, particularly superiors, on how their work turned out before moving on?

Instead, I feel like they should have responded like this:

Kid: “I made a mistake”
Parent: “You think so buddy?”
K: “Yes”
P: “Why do you think you made a mistake?”
K:”Because of this.”
P: “Hmm, could be. What do you think you did wrong?”
K: “I think I did this wrong. I was supposed to do THIS, and I did this instead.”
P: “Hmm, well, that makes sense. But Even though you made a mistake, that doesn’t mean everything’s messed up.”
K: “It doesn’t?”
P: “Nope! We can fix it *optional head ruffle* :] *proceeds to troubleshoot the problem or start the project over again with supervision, to avoid the mistake together*”
-End Scene-

This is just as positive, affirms the child’s judgement, teaches them to pay attention to and think critically about their feelings and thoughts and actions, and it shows them that mistakes aren’t this terrible and shameful thing to be avoided, but rather normal, everyday obstacles that can be overcome with dedication, a calm mind, and thinking things through.

There is an alternate to this that is worse. The child, while doing the project, is confused about something and asks for parental advice; the parent says “do it this way.” This way doesn’t work out, and the child says “I made a mistake” or “I did this wrong and it didn’t work”(because, of course, it’s a very rare child who will say to a parent “your advice was wrong” from the get go). The parent then says, “No no; it’s fine, it’s Fine; it’s perfect: Everything is Perfect, you’re just worrying about nothing, don’t beat yourself up about it.”

This is worse because, not only does it do all that the first example does, but it also teaches the child that the parent expects to be treated as if they’re omnipotent and incapable of making mistakes. This has a whole host of other, terrible, repercussions all its own: the child now feels responsible for their parent’s emotional state, they will be anxious over questioning the parent in other, possibly more urgent, situations, they will learn that one shouldn’t admit mistakes and errors leading them to react negatively to them -and moreso to being called on them- in future, and it will make it difficult for them to question authority figures generally, since humans naturally conceive of authority figures through familial/parental metaphor.

And of course, both bad -but well meaning!- responses put the child in a position of having to argue for their mistakes and flaws, against your “defense” of them as something they can never be: a perfect person. AND of having to go against your position if they want to repair the mistake to their liking. These are really shitty positions to put anybody in, let alone a kid.

I mean, I get the impulse, I really do, and obviously there are much worse things parents can do to their children, but it’s really no surprise that a gen raised this way would display the perfectionism, self-doubt, preference for outside input, difficulty finishing projects, and anxiety over performance in formal settings that so often get associated with Millennials.

I Thought I’d Lost You Forever

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Word Count: 1061 |Pairings: Reader x Kol | Warnings: Death (not detailed), Car Crash (not detailed)

Requests: Open! | Masterlist | Soundtrack: Life After You – Daughtry, What About Now - Daughtry

Soft, romantic music played at background level, the lights were dimmed, the table was set, the meal was nearly done and ready for consumption, and the bedroom was already made up with silk sheets on the bed and rose petals spread around it. Everything was just about perfect. All Kol needed now was you, his wife, Y/N to walk into a surprise quiet, romantic evening at home.

You and Kol had been married since your human days before vampirism was forced into your lives and while neither of you could imagine life without the other in it, keeping the spark alive in your marriage was incredibly important to you both. So when you left this afternoon to hang out with some friends Kol got to planning. He’d been running errands all afternoon and couldn’t wait to see the surprised look on your face.

Kol took dinner out of the oven and placed it on the table. He removed the oven mitts and tossed them onto the counter. Kol surveyed the apartment with a sense of pride. “Perfect,” he declared.

A knock sounded at the door and Kol groaned. “Just a minute.”

Kol threw the doors open with a flourish to reveal a somber-faced Klaus and Elijah standing on the other side. Your husband sighed, running his palm down the length of his face. “Klaus, Elijah, what point of ‘I am planning a romantic evening for the woman I love, do not disturb us’ do you not understand?”

“We need to talk, Kol,” Elijah told his brother in a glum voice. “Can we come in?”

Kol eyed his brothers skeptically and stepped to the side, motioning for them to come in. Closing the door behind them, Kol asked, “What’s this all about?”

“You should sit down brother,” Klaus told him, gesturing to one of the two chairs positioned at the small kitchen table.

Kol frowned. He sucked in a breath and shook his head, growing more and more scared as the seconds passed. “I…I don’t want to sit down. What’s going on?”

No one answered. Elijah and Klaus looked to each other.

“TELL ME!” he bellowed, the sound resonating through the substantial loft apartment, drowning out the music in the background.

“It’s…it’s Y/N, Kol.” Klaus said lowering his head.

Kol’s flinched feeling as though someone had punched him in the stomach. His face contorted in pain. He swallowed hard against the tightening in his throat and blinked back the tears that pricked at his eyes. “What about Y/N?”

“There was a…car crash,” Elijah explained.

“Oh.” he sobbed, bending over and clutching his stomach.

“There was a fire. A tractor-trailer—“

“No!” Kol cried. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to think about her like this.”

Klaus moved towards his brother his arms reached out to embrace him but Kol swiped his hands away.

“Don’t touch me!” he cried.

“I am so sorry, Kol.” Elijah said.

“You’re sorry,” he laughed tearfully. “YOU’RE SORRY? What am I supposed to do?” he sobbed. “What am I supposed to do without her? Why didn’t anyone call me?”

“The police found her phone and called the last person she talked to. Me.” Klaus said.

“Oh my gosh,” Kol groaned. “I was just with her this morning. She was just here,” he whimpered.

Standing upright Kol marched over to the table holding the meal he’d spent all afternoon cooking and turned it over with a mighty roar.

“Kol!”

“What? I don’t need it anymore! I made all that for her what do I need with it now?”

Kol collapsed on the floor sobbed. “I don’t know what to do,” he cried.

Klaus and Elijah got on their knees and wrapped their arms around their brother. Klaus kissed his brother’s hair. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Just then, the front door flew open and in you walked, coughing up a storm but alive and well. You were covered in soot and your clothes were singed and smoking and your hair was mess.

The brothers turned at the sound of your entrance to gape at you.

“Kol? Oh my gosh, you will not believe the day I’ve had!” you exclaimed as you hung your coat on the rack next to the door.

You turned around and frowned at the sight before you. The kitchen was a mess and the table had been overturned but in front of all of that was your husband and his brothers sitting on the floor holding one another as they cried.

“What on earth is going on in here? Oh, my gosh did someone die?!”

“Y/N?” Kol gasped clamoring to his feet. “Is that really you?” he asked hesitantly inching closer to you.

“Um, yes. Who else would it be? Why are you crying? What happened?”

Kol extended his arm to caress your face and gasped. You were real! You were alive, your skin was warm and soft under his gentle touch.

Tears welled in your husband’s eyes again and he tightly wrapped his arms around you and sobbed. “I was so frightened,” he gasped.

“I am so confused,” you whispered with wide eyes.

“I thought you were dead,” he sobbed.

You made a face. “Why would you think that?!”

“Because my brothers are a bunch of imbeciles!”

You shot your brothers-in-law a murderous glare.

“Don’t look at us like that! The police found your phone! The bodies that were recovered were charred to bits and they assumed it was you!” Niklaus explained.

You scoffed. You were no police officer but you had seen enough TV crime shows to know that that was wrong and made a mental note to take a little trip down to the French Quarter’s police department and compel whoever was in charge to clean house and recruit some officers who actually knew how to do their jobs.

You led Klaus, Kol and Eljah to the couch where you explained that you had witnessed the accident but failed to save those who were injured and lost your phone in the process.

Kol pecked soft kisses on your forehead, each of your cheeks, your chin and lastly, he pressed his lips yours.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that darling but I am so relieved that you are alright. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

“Love is never lost when you have always and forever.”

Imagine waking up to a loud noise in the bunker

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 300ish (just a blurb)

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I wrote a blurb based on a picture (below) of my cat, who can be an evil little thing


Warm. Comfy. Tired. You were laying in bed next to Dean, thinking everything was perfect, just about to fall back asleep, when a huge crash from the library forced both of you out of bed, guns in hand.

You moved quickly and quietly, knowing the only advantage you had was the element of surprise. There was no telling what was in there–your guns might not even work.

As you approached the library, you heard more rustling, as if there was someone–or something–going through books or papers. You and Dean stopped just short of the doorway and glanced at each other before entering, weapons in front of you.

Every book that had been on the tables was on the floor. The bottle of whiskey that had been left open overnight was broken on the floor, the dark liquid spreading. And right in the middle was…

“That damn cat,” Dean said. “This is why I shouldn’t have let you talk me into getting one. Cats are demon spawn.”

“Aww, she’s not that bad. Look at her!”

Her eyes were wide, as if she had no idea knocking everything off the table would make such an awful noise. But in those innocent eyes was a gleam of pride–she knew just what she was doing.

“She’s not fucking cute, she spilled the whiskey!”

You walked over to the mess and cradled your cat in your arms. “She’s purring.”

“Yeah, she’s real damn happy with herself. Little demon.”

Dean sulked back to your room while you held the little kitty. “It’s okay baby, don’t listen to him. He’ll come around soon enough,” you told her in a high-pitched voice. “He’s actually really sweet. Now let’s clean this mess up.”

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hhhhey i sketched @ghostandpals ’s new song and i’ve been really hyped since like,,, the previews on twitter came out it
they really outdid themselves and i love this song with every fiber of my being Jesus Christ™
everything was just perfect about it
lol a perfect song about perfectionism
it’s my new favourite song actually :“^)
ok bye thank you ghost for being a great vocaloid producer and my favourite

Moment in Time

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Disclaimer - I do not own any of Baby Driver’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Baby Driver.

Pairing - Miles (Baby) X Reader

Summary – Baby and (Y/N) enjoy their time together after Baby comes home from that day’s heist.

Warning(s) - showering together and bad writing lmao.

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When we worked here together, we fought, scratched, and clawed to make people’s lives a tiny bit better. That’s what public service is all about: small, incremental change every day. Teddy Roosevelt once said ‘Far and away the best prize that life has to offer is a chance to work hard at work worth doing.’ And I would add that what makes work worth doing is getting to do it with people that you love. I started my career more than thirty years ago in the Parks and Recreation department right here in Pawnee, Indiana. I had a lot of different jobs, including two terms as your governor. And soon, a new, unknown challenge awaits me which to me, even now, is thrilling because I love the work. Not to say that public service isn’t sexy because it definitely is, but that’s not why we do it. We do it because we get the chance to work hard at work worth doing, alongside a team of people who we love. So I thank those people who walked with me and I thank you for this honor. Now, go find your team and get to work

Chadwick Boseman

For the past few months Chadwick had been seen alone at all his award shows, interviews and every where he went. He was seen without you. That only made people go crazy. Immediately everyone assumed you and Chadwick were over. That’s what people thought about every couple who were in the eye of the media. If you weren’t seen in public everyone thought you were done.

Moments like those made you angry and scared. Scared that them thinking and saying that might make it actually come true. But being in the place you were in, the place in your and Chadwick relationship where everything was just perfect. No one knew about what was going on with you and Chadwick, except for your families and closest people, but rest of the world had no idea.

Chadwick was cramming all of his work together and doing it as fast as possible so he could have time off for a long time. So Chadwick was at every possible event, going to every meeting he could find to work everything out. He was at his 5th event in 3 days, he was tired but it all was for the best intentions. Walking down the carpet doing interviews he kept thinking how you were doing.

“So there’s a lot of things your fans want to know?” the interviewer started bringing Chadwick back to reality. He smiled at her acting as if he actually heard what she was saying. But he did hear what she asked next. “People really want to know if you and Y/N have really broken up?” Chadwick shook his head

“No, we aren’t broken up. Never broke up and never will” Chadwick smiled looking at her “It’s quit silly to think people have broken up just because you haven’t seen them in public” The interviewer started to feel bad about even asking that. Then again that was her job, to ask questions that other people are interested in.

“I’m sorry” she said taking a small step back as a sign, the interview could be over if Chadwick wanted.

“Don’t be. I understand it, but yeah we aren’t over. We’re great, we’re more then great” he looked down at his hand and then pulled something out of his right pocket. It was a wedding ring. Chadwick slipped it on his finger and lifted his hand up for camera to see it. “We’re actually married and expecting our first child” he was so excited, he couldn’t control his smiles and chuckles.

Chadwick and you wanted to keep your marriage and pregnancy a secret for a much longer time, but you knew that Chadwick would be the one who couldn’t keep the secret any longer. You were ready for that and you were ready for what was waiting for you and Chadwick as now a married couple.

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Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of self hatred/suicidal thoughts, handjobs, fingering

Word count: 1679 words

Description: 19 y/o Dan’s in uni and gets stressed with all the studying and everything so Phil tries to help him to relax

A/N: Basically I hate finals and i want someone like the Phil in my stories to cuddle me until I’m happy again

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“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Phil asked, smiling in amusement at Dan’s pout.


“No, I’m not fucking okay!” Dan shrieked, and Phil’s smile vanished at the seriousness in his voice.

Phil didn’t say anything as Dan dropped all the paper he had on the table, shuffled towards him on the couch, and then curled up with his head on his lap. Phil leaned down, kissing Dan’s cheek, and holding him snug.

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James Potter Mini Series - My Brother’s Best Friend (Part Three)

Pairing: James Potter x Reader
Word Count: 989
Blurb: Rosalind Black has always thought James Potter was cute, but that never mattered because he was in love with her best friend. Although, it seems that everything has been changing since her and her twin Sirius Black ran away from home and found themselves at James’ house.
Author’s Note: This is a lame excuse for an update, but I have been busy :/

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

Based off this ‘Would Include’


I remember the first time I realised I had a crush on James Potter. We were only in our second year and I was sitting with Sirius and the other three Marauders. James was talking to Lily across from me, I was in the Middle of Remus and Sirius and poor Peter was sitting next to James, being ignored. I had a perfect view of James trying to impress Lily, at the time I was too young to know. I had felt this horrible feeling in my tummy and I wanted to punch something or someone. Later that night I was thinking about it and realised that I, Rosalind Black had a crush on James Potter. And I was jealous that he liked my best friend, Lily Evans. I told myself I couldn’t have a crush on him, he liked my best friend, he was my brothers best friend and it just wouldn’t be right. But James was funny and he was always smiling and his hair and eyes and laugh and everything was just perfect about him.

Although I was Sirius’ sister and I had developed this feeling for James, James and I were never close. I probably wouldn’t have considered him a friend until third year when I realised I only really had Lily as a friend and needed more friends. James and I had only had few proper conversations. Whenever I was with Sirius, we talked with the group, but we had had only one or two conversations by ourselves. It wasn’t until I stayed at his house during the holidays where we started talking more. We were forced to talk more, and my crush only got worse on him. James was undeniably very hot now and whenever I was with him, I couldn’t stop smiling.

With all this in mind, I still would never be able to imagine that one day, James Potter would return my feelings. He was head over heels for Lily and everyone could see that. But this was until James pulled me into an empty classroom on a Saturday at the beginning of February and asked me out. We stood in front of each other, James looked worried and I probably looked stunned.

On the inside, I was freaking out, but on the outside, I had to act cool, calm and collected. I did the exact opposite and started laughing. James’ eyebrows furrowed and he almost looked hurt.

“That’s a good one James, but I’m not falling for it, everyone knows you are head over heels for Lily,” I explained.

“No, Rosalind, I’m serious.” He explained as I stopped laughing, realising he was actually serious. I looked at him confused. “I liked Lily, I really did, but I don’t know. You and Sirius came and I just, I got to know the real you and the real you is amazing and cool and I want to take you out to get to know you even better.” He explained running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to go, I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I never asked you.” I sighed and bit my lip.

“Ok, I’ll go.” I agreed, shrugging my shoulders, what harm could it do? James sighed, but then realised I said yes and beamed.

“Really, are you serious?” He asked, sounded amazed.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked giggling.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t think you would say yes and I’m really happy you did.” He explained and I smiled to myself. I couldn’t believe that the cocky James Potter was flustered because I had agreed to go on a date with him. It was a majorly cute sight.

“This better not be a prank.” I threatened, pointing a finger at him. I didn’t think he would do something low like that, but I needed him to know how I felt.

“I swear it isn’t.” He put his hands up in defense. “So next Hogsmeade Trip, we’ll go on a date.” I smiled at the thought, but my expression changed when I realised what that would mean.

“No, that is not a good idea,” I told him as his expression dropped.

“Why not?” He asked hurt.

“Because, we can’t let Sirius know, he will kill both of us,” I explained and I saw his face relax a bit.

“So what are we going to do?” He asked awkwardly, running a hand through his hair again.

“I’m not sure, we can’t let him know we are going on a date.”

“How about on the day, I pretend to sleep in and tell them to go and I’ll catch up with them later. You say that you have a lot of homework and think you will stay back. So we go together and we will try not to run into them, but if we do we just say we met by accident.” He explained making me smile.

“That is a real elaborate plan.” I giggled as he smiled at me.

“Are we going to do it?” He asked.

“Well, it’s well thought out and it should work, so yeah why not?” I shrugged my shoulders as we smiled at each other.

“Ok, great, it’s a date.” He smirked and kissed me on the cheek before running out of the classroom. I’m glad he ran away so quick so he wouldn’t see the blush on my cheeks. I giggled to myself walking out of the classroom.

“Why do you look so happy?” A voice said behind me and I tried to stop smiling, but couldn’t.

“Oh, nothing, just happy it is the weekend.” I lied as Sirius squinted his eyes at me. I raised an eyebrow back.

“Ok cool, where are you going?” Sirius asked, believing me. I continued walking and talking to him, however, I couldn’t stop thinking about how happy I was to be going on a date with James Potter.

He’s No Good for You- Liam Dunbar / Theo Raeken

Request- Hi are your request open if they are can you do one Were the reader is a necromancer and best friends with Liam. Liam has a huge crush on her; So where Theo moves to town and wants to join the pack he takes a special interest in her. And Theo and her start to date so he can be around Scott more.

Then Liam hears Theo flirt with another girl and since he has I.E.D he almost blows up but then Scott, Stiles, and her stop him and he tells them what he heard. You can decide if you what her to believe him.

So other info: To the anon that requested this, I hope you don't mind but I kind of changed it a little, if that’s okay with you. You’ll see the reason in the next two parts :)

Also, there will be two separate stories after this, one in which you chose to believe Theo, and one in which you chose to believe Liam

Liam Dunbar was in love with you.


He fell in love with your perfect hair, and your perfect eyes, and your perfect lips, and your perfect voice and everything that was just perfect about you. He loved your sassy attitude, and your feisty nature, and your hips that would swing from side to side as you walked. He loved the spark of rebellion that you had deep inside, and your sarcastic attitude, and the way you would snap when someone picked on you or friends. He loved the little crinkle that would appear on your nose when you laughed, and the ferocity that lit your eyes when you would defend your friends, and even the sympathetic tone you used when you talked to the dead.


Liam Dunbar was madly in love with you, the necromancer that moved to Beacon Hills from your hometown a couple months ago.


Finding out that you were a necromancer seemed to draw the pack closer to you, wanting to understand your weird powers. You would always wave them off, saying that it wasn’t hard or anything, you just snapped your fingers and you had a walking dead body following after you. At first, they were highly suspicious of you, raising the dead didn’t seem like a great pastime, and so they watched you for the first couple weeks, following you in the cemetery as you looked at the graves, your hard gaze softening. You then proceeded to sit down and actually talk to the graves, and the weird thing was, they talked back. Their grim words making their hearts ache in pain. You would promise to raise them one day, to help them see the light one more time.


One night Theo, Scott, and Liam weren’t careful enough, and you caught them, your brows furrowed in anger and a little bit of sadness. They had been spying on you, they didn’t trust you and that seemed to make you a little bit more sad than usual. You weren’t doing anything wrong, and that was made very clear early on. You explained to them that you soothed the spirits, and made them extremely calm just in case an evil necromancer decided to stop and summon them for evil, they’d be to calm to try to fight.


Scott was the first to apologize, explaining that they had a problem a while back with these villains  called the Dread Doctors, and at the mention of their name you blinked slowly, your mouth tightening in a grimace. He went on to explain their intentions, all the while he noticed your state of agitation, and asked Theo to help calm you down.


You then went on to explain to Theo that they had tried to strip you of your magic, and killed your family in the process. It brought back pained memories that left you weakly staring at the ground, your ears pounding as the familiar memories swirled until nothing was left. Theo just calmly lifted your chin and smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, murmuring that everything was going to be alright. Even if you didn’t believe so, his comforting words seemed to cement the bond that you formed.


All the while, Liam stood there, looking at the two of you with narrowed eyes, his heart feeling like it was going to explode in his chest. He was hurt that you had chosen Theo over him. He guess he couldn’t complain though, you two had never met officially anyway until that night. But that still didn’t matter, what mattered to him was the fact that Theo- evil, creepy, vile, wicked Theo, had a better bond with the girl of his dreams than he did.




He was still bitter over the idea that Theo had stolen his crush, and while he sulked in defeat and walked the nearly empty mall alone, all he could think was, even aft six months, even after becoming your best friend, even after he bought you matching necklaces, you still were way more attracted to Theo than to him. That bugged him, what did Theo have that Liam didn’t? He was funny, and smart, and muscly, and charming. But you were dating Theo, not him.


He rounded a corner and started for the door when he spotted something that made the rage in his blood boil. Leaning against a wall with his lips pressed against some blonde bimbo’s lips, his hands wandering her body, and a smirk on his smug face was Theo Raeken.


Liam couldn’t believe the sight in front of him, and before he could stop himself, his nails shifted into their werewolf form, the sharp points digging into the soft skin of his palms, drawing blood from the open wounds. He felt his I.E.D kicking in, the sharp canines in his mouth peeking out between his lips as he stomped towards Theo. He growled and let out a roar, scaring the kissing couple as he charged for Theo.


“Shit shit shit!” Theo exclaimed, pushing his blonde friend away as Liam rammed into him, sending both of them through the glass window. There was a pause of silence in the air before an alarm set off. Liam ignored the ignoring noise and proceeded to pound Theo’s face in, breaking his nose and sending blood everywhere, the animialistic beast inside of him screaming to just rip his throat out.


“Liam!” A familiar voice screeched, hands wrapping around his arms to pull him off. He fought the person, leaving a deep scratch in the cheating werewolf’s side. “Liam stop! You’re hurting him.” You screamed, finally managing to break the fighting werewolves up. You stood in between them, looking at both of them with wide eyes, tears in your eyes from witnessing your best friends fighting. “What is your problem?” You spat, shoving him farther away before hurrying to your stunned boyfriend’s side, looking over his injures.


“Liam!” A couple more voices shouted, his body slowly starting to slip back into his human shape. He clenched his hands again, glaring at Theo before turning to look at Scott and Stiles, who had been in the mall shopping for anniversary gifts. “What did you do?” Scott nearly screamed, rushing past him to his injured Beta’s side.


Liam pursed his lips and dropped his gaze to his bloody fingertips, biting hard enough on his cheeks to draw blood.


“Liam, explain.” Stiles, the only calm one said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder.


Liam locked up under his touch, slowly raising his head to look at the injured Theo and seething Y/N. He swallowed dryly. “Theo is cheating on you.” He started, narrowing his eyes at the shaking senior with the ferocity of a thousand lions coursing through his veins. “He was cheating on you, and you were so fucking blind to see it. He was kissing her-” He said, snapping his hand to point to the shaking blonde. “And you never saw it! And I was trying to help and you took his side.”


You blinked, scooting closer to Theo protectively. “I’m not on anyone’s side, and how do I know you’re not lying to me?”


“Oh come on! Are you really that blind? Why would I lie to you? Why? Tell me why you think I would lie to you? My best friend in the whole entire world, why would you think that?”


You pressed your lips into a thin line, running a hand over Theo’s arm as Scott began to heal him. “Because I know you like me.” You mumbled, looking into his soft eyes. “Because I know that you’ve liked me for a while and you wanted me, and you were jealous. And Theo would never do such a thing.”


Liam groaned loudly, turning to look at Stiles with pleading eyes. “You have to believe me.” He said, looking up at the boy he’d admired for months now, the one that was strong and weak all at the same time, the one that understood heartbreak and still welcomed it, the one that believed him when no one else would.


“Don’t try to get other people to listen to your absurd story.” You snapped, standing to full height with your fist clenched. “Just admit that you were jealous!”


“Okay! Fine, I was jealous, but I’m not lying!” He spat, taking a step or two back before feeling the tears in his eyes. You blinked slowly, noticing the distress crossing his face. He snapped out of his trance and screamed as loud as he could. “Fine! Make a choice, who do you believe; me, the one who stuck by you and tried to warn you, or him, the one who sucked face with a random stranger?”


“Liam I-”


“Don’t even say anything. Since your so “in love” with your stupid boyfriend, I hope you do get hurt.” He spat, not wanting to hear your answer. So he turned his back to you and walked away with the voices of Scott, Stiles, and you calling after him.

3

Request for anon:
Can you do an imagine with pietro and his Russian girlfriend when he proposes to her?

Pietro:,,[Y/N] do you know why we are here?“

[Y/N]:,,Um, because I was born here?”

Pietro:,,Well yes , but. [Y/N].. I need to tell you something. When I first saw you , I never thought about being together with you.
But when you talked with me or smiled to me , I knew that you are perfect to me. Just everything is perfect about you . I love every curve from you’re body. You’re eyes are so gorgeous. And God.. I come to the point. *gets on his knees*
So [Y/N] , will you marry me?“

My favourite sweater.

There you were. I knew you were mine the minute I laid eyes on you. I’ve tried on some other sweaters before you but none of them fit as perfectly as you. For me, You were that one sweater that went with everything. I could Dress it up or dress it down with you. That one sweater light enough to take with me on a beautiful summer day but thick enough to warm me up on a chilly autumn evening. Everything is just so perfect about you. I finally found you.

Summers have now come & gone. You’re not as new as you once were, you’ve been stretched out & now you’re a little outdated. There are couple of holes but I can’t give you up just yet because I know all your wear & tears, i know how to handle you & take care of you when you get messy. I still need you to warm me up on a cold winters day. So I keep trying to stitch you up because there is nothing a couple of patch jobs can’t fix. Right?

Time has progressed, i see now that your colours have faded, you’re no longer the happy bright colours you once were. Instead you’ve faded to a completely darker shade. I’ve worn you out but i just cant find it in my heart to let you go. i tell myself that you may not fit me right anymore but you still hug me in all the right places, i still want to cuddle into you because you make me feel safe & you smell like home. You’re just too comfy for me to let go. I just can’t let you go.

But it’s clear to see you’re wearing thin, there are too many holes now & as I desperately hold onto your loose threads I realized all that seems to do is pull on you & it makes you unravel even faster.

You’ve become undone.

You’re far too gone. I can’t fix you. I can’t keep trying to put you together. I look at you now & you’re hardly recognizable. I realize you aren’t even you anymore.

we’ve outgrown each other & there’s nothing left for me to do. I have to let you go.

I let you go.

You will always be my favourite sweater.

-Sokhom Im

Written by me. Dedicated to my beautiful friend B.K. This will pass. I love you.