thank you parrish

anonymous asked:

Consider this: soulmate au where a person has their soulmate's thoughts about them scribbled over their skin and changing over time (bonus points if it's Pynch) (also you're a wonderful writer)

Consider this: my death (raking in the bonus points) (also thank you so much!)

  • Part of the reason ronan is so angry is because he constantly has the word asshole written down his arms while everyone else has cute things like beautiful and honest and kind
  • adam isn’t much better off with loser scrawled down each finger like a tattoo exclaiming to everyone exactly what he is
  • over time something starts to appear on ronan’s jaw, becoming more and more clear each morning when he looks in the mirror.
  • eventually he manages to make it out: thoughtful
  • adam is also having problems of his own, causing him to constantly ball his hands into fists or pull his sleeves down over them in embarrassment
  • people are always trying to look at his hands now seeing as across the side of his neck it reads beautiful hands
  • by this time ronan is getting jealous of adam’s soulmate… he enjoyed admiring adam’s hands and now he can’t because adam is hyper-aware of anyone’s eyes on them
  • adam agrees that ronan is both thoughtful and an asshole and constantly watches people watching ronan, hoping to catch them out
  • one morning ronan wakes up feeling very insecure… beautiful mind just doesn’t feel right etched across his chest
  • a week later adam’s hands shake and tears blur his vision as he stares at the word independent repeated all the way down his left thigh
  • when they finally discover each other’s feelings… things get a whole lot more embarrassing.
  • ronan now has great in bed imprinted on the back of his neck like a brand of overexposure while adam has filthy mouth written over his collarbone (ronan like to kiss him here more than anywhere else)

anonymous asked:

Give me a fic or some headcanons about Adam graduating from college with a bachelor's degree or something and Ronan being the Proudest Boyfriend Ever, framing the certificate on their wall in the Barns, bragging to everyone about his genius boyfriend, not shutting up about it for weeks, and Adam being all embarrassed but also touched because he's not used to people being proud of him wow i'm emotional :')

Okay this STARTED as a response to this prompt, but turned more into cutesey Pynch right after Adam’s graduation. Ronan’s super proud of his boyfriend though. He loves him so much.

“It’s really not a big deal,” Adam insisted, staring out the window of the BMW. The assertion felt a little flat because, well, of course it was a big deal. Maybe if he had been Gansey or someone, it wouldn’t have been, if he had come from one of those families with your whole life laid in a neat point-by-point plan. Graduation, college, marriage, kids.

But Adam had seen his plan and torn it up. He had chosen a different path than the one the universe had paved with dust and set before him. 

The diploma was his long-awaited proof of that. 

“I still have grad school,” he said practically. “So really, this doesn’t mean that much right now.”

In the seat beside him, Ronan gave Adam a sideways glance, a move Adam wanted to warn him against- traffic on this road was an annoyance at best and outright dangerous at worst. His face was fixed with a bemused sort of grin, sharp and knowing in ways that threatened to do Adam in completely. “Guess we should just toss it in the trash then, huh? Since, two hours after graduation, you’re already completely over it?”

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anonymous asked:

Halloween anon here and I don't mind at all! Your vision for it was really amazing so I'm not even let down lol. Ummm another prompt. Uhhh. Maybe when Pynch is older and Adam has a stable job and etc Ronan gets Adam (dreams Adam?) a shy little hound puppy with big floppy ears? Has that been done? Sorry! And I will definitely see what I can do about writing Blue dressed up as Gansey!

The morning Adam turns 27, Ronan wakes up at the crack of dawn and drives into town. It’s not a long drive – the house they bought is far enough from the centre to have its own plot of land, but still a reasonable distance from Adam’s office – but he still honks viciously at every single unfortunate soul that is driving too damn slow, fuck it, because he’ll be damned if he can’t get back by the time Adam wakes up.

When he arrives at the shelter, the woman on duty greets him sleepily and a little grouchily. He had to pay a hefty bonus to ensure she’d be there at ass o’clock in the morning, but it’s worth it. Of course, it would have been easier if he could just have dreamt the puppy, all set and ready to go in the comfort of their own home – but he knows it wouldn’t be the same. Adam would not go for a dream puppy when there are dogs already waiting at a shelter, abandoned and mistreated and mistrusting, but still so full of affection and loyalty, hoping for someone to adopt them. Adam would never pick the easy option, and Ronan loves him for it.

The hound puppy is, to be honest, ridiculously cute, even though it cowers fearfully when Ronan tries to pick it up. It takes some coaxing from the shelter lady before it relaxes in Ronan’s arms long enough that he can carry it out to the car.

As the sun rises in the sky, Ronan drives back home breaking every speed limit, and the puppy barks joyfully. Ronan thinks they might just get along fine.

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Afraid and Happy -- 5 times Ronan came out to the Gangsey, and 1 time Adam did.

hello!! i have been writing this fic for ao3 for the past few weeks now, and it is finally done!! i posted a teaser of it a little while ago and it did well on here, so i supposed i would upload the rest of it? fair warning: this is about 10k words, but it’s worth the read! if you prefer to read it on ao3 it is here

Part 1—Ronan had always known he was gay. He may not have known it in words, but the thought was always there, pressing somewhere in the back of his mind, waiting until Ronan was ready to fully reveal itself. When he did put words to the music playing dully in the back of his mind, he kept it to himself.  Ronan told himself that he wasn’t embarrassed, or ashamed. He pretended that he was just waiting for a better time to make himself known, if there ever was such a time. Ronan thought that maybe his life would always be too full of dead fathers and night terrors to have room for such nonsense ideas as sexualities. Whatever excuses he came up with for hiding himself, it was all the same: he was afraid.

Those were the thoughts that clouded Ronan’s mind as he sat at a Nino’s booth with Noah, Gansey, and Adam on a Wednesday evening. The three of them were all talking of a homecoming dance, Ronan excluded.

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turn it off || stiles stilinski

word count: 4309

warnings: none?

prompt: based on 4x09

author’s note: i’ve had this idea in my head for a while, but i finally wrote it so here it is! Y/G/N = Your Grandmother’s Name


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Adam and Ronan spend New Year’s Eve together at the Barns, and it’s a dream come true.

general audiences
3.8k words, set post-trk
(read here on ao3!)

Remember, I Love You: Part One - Stiles Stilinski AU

Author: @susybird

Relationship: Stiles x OFC

Description: Fluff, angst, all the good stuff. Stiles looks back on his past.

Word count: 2106

Authors Note: So this was meant to be a one shot but I found out I am incapable of doing one shots so… there will be a part two (possibly three) at some point. Thank you to the amazing @redstringlovers for proofreading and helping me with absolutely everything!!! Please let me know what you think.

Part Two

Part One

Originally posted by vampira-de-atena

Stiles sat down next to the hospital bed with a sigh. She looked at him through hazy eyes, her gaze brightening slightly as she saw him.

Stiles leant over and took her hand in his, rubbing circles into the back of it.

“You asked me to tell you a story. So, I’ve got the best love story of all time for you. Are you ready?”

She nodded, leaning backwards into her pillows, eyes half closed in concentration.

“It begins, as all good love stories do, with two people who meet in a fateful act of destiny…”

“Stiles stop being so nervous!” Malia snapped at the extremely fidgety young man.

“I can’t, Malia. I mean I gave up the FBI for this…”

“Actually, you got kicked out of the FBI for helping an alleged mass-murdering criminal,” Scott pointed out, his chin resting on his girlfriend’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around her stomach.

Stiles glared at his best friend and deliberately ignored his comment. “And then Lydia and I broke up.”

“Because we’re better off just as friends,” Lydia said from her perch behind him, her nose buried in a book.

Stiles nodded his head in confirmation before continuing his tirade. “And then we worked so hard to all get into the same college. I just want this one thing to work out for us.”

Scott straightened and gripped Stiles’ shoulder. “This year is going to be perfect,” he assured the anxious young man.

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The Big BIG Bang!


Requested by: @mrgrant9559-blog

Auothers note: I just song the song ‘The Big Big Bang’ in my head for a bit and I’m like that’s the title now

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Male Reader

Jordan eyes couldn’t stay off of him.

I mean who could, (bright/dark) (e/c) eyes which could warm anyone’s body up in just seconds.

Those (long/short) (h/c) strains of hair that would forever stay rooted to his head, unless he shaved or cut it.

He was like those mafia men in movies from the way he carried himself but everyone knew that wasn’t true, if you got to actually know him you would see he was a gentle person.

He would take simple jobs around Beacon Hillls like helping old ladies cross the street, helping kids find their lost pets or simply protecting people from unnecessary fights.

And his name was (M/n).


The name Deputy Jordan Parrish could not get out of his head.


The name of the boy who just so happened to fall for Deputy (M/n).

When Sheriff Stilinki needed two of his deputys for a case he chose Jordan and (M/n).

Apparently Scott’s house had been shot up and broken into while no one was there so both Jordan and (M/n) were ordered to check it out.

Walking inside of the McCall house, they could see stuff was broken, such as the the furniture and glass from the windows were on the floor. After checking the whole house Jordan and (M/n) couldn’t find anyone or anything that smelt inhuman that would or would have not been there.

“Who ever did this really banged this place up.” Jordan says.

“Well I could probably bang this place up too but I much rather bang you.” (M/n) says causally which sent shivers down Jordan’s back.

Trying to place it cool Jordan askes; “Why would you wanna bang me?”, (M/n) can’t help but to smirk to himself while he picked up a broken picture of Scott and sits it on a none broken table.

“Who wouldn’t bang you Jordan.”

(M/n) turns around and walks towards Jordan which makes him backs up into a wall, his eyes were dilated and he was slowly starting to breathe hard.

“I mean you’ve banged Lydia in the past but she’s moved on to Sheriff’s kid, Stiles. Now tell me again who wouldn’t bang you.” (M/n) moved forward until his chest was pressed up against Jordan’s chest, sliding his index finger from Jordan’s next down to his crotch part (M/n) smirked seeing Jordan’s half hard on, “I would love to bang you right here, right now. Could you imagine that for me Jordan?”

Jordan closed his eyes breathing even harder now, he was panting, his mouth agap while small whimpers ecasped.

“Yeah I bet you imagining such a nice image. Me taking you against the wall right here, with such a nice broken window anyone could see me pounding into this ass.” Jordan moans when he feels his ass being groped, “But you’ll like that wouldn’t you? Having people see me grop and kiss on you, seeing me ram my cock fast into this tight little virgin ass. Ever been with a man Parrish?”

Jordan continues to pant and whimper shaking his head side to side as he grinded against (M/n)’s very own hard on.

“Please.” Jordan whispers out.

“No.” (M/n) pulls away fixing himself and smirks at Jordan whimpering body, he was gonna leave him like that until Jordan begged harder for him. He wanted Jordan to crave him as much as he craved the hellhound deputy.

He wanted Jordan to bend over ass naked begging for his holes to be filled up with his cum.

And Jordan knew that.

Nearly very guy who (M/n) had been with around town whined for his attention again but never got it. Jordan knew he would be (M/n)’s new play toy and he wanted that.

“Come on Parrish we gotta get back now.”

Whimpering Jordan tried to fix himself as he and (M/n) left the house and got into the car driving back to the station.

Stopping at a red light Jordan turned to (M/n) his hand on thigh slowly nearing up to his clothed cock, (M/n) expression turned hard, he looked down as glared at Jordan’s hand before moving it.

Picking up his cell phone (M/n) dailed someone. Jordan could hear the ring before hearing Sheriff Stilinki on the other line. “Yes (M/n)?” Sheriff Stilinki answers.

“Me and Jordan are gonna be late to the station I think i know who did this.” (M/n) lies.

“Do you two need back up?”

“Nope were good boss. I’ll ring you up if we need help.” (M/n) says before hanging up, glaring towards Jordan who whimpers in excitement he watched as (M/n) turned around driving down the road, past houses until they reached just a woods covered area.

“You’ve been a bad boy baby.” (M/n) growls out.

Jordan Parrish

Imagine being Stiles older sister and going to the station to pick him up. While waiting you meet Jordan Parrish. Parrish: Can I help you? Y/N: I’m here to pick up Stiles. Parrish: He should be here any second. Y/N: Ok thank you. Stiles: Parrish stay away from my sister! Y/N: I think we should get going Stiles. I hope to see you again Parrish. Parrish: Call me Jordan. Y/N: Have a good day Jordan. Parrish: You too… Y/N: Y/N Parrish: You too Y/N

Safe| Jordan Parrish

Requested by @tvdtotwfanforever :
“Hey 👋 I would like a Jordan Parrish imagine where the reader is kidnapped by Gerard and Morrell and they torture her and he saves her ?? Super fluffy too !thanks boo 💕”
Hope you like it boo. Feedbacks are always appreciated.
Sorry for my English.


Originally posted by evil-chimera

You stumbled across the woods, your right hand pressed against your wounded side. The trees in front of you began to tremble slightly and you let out a shaky moan. Your legs felt weak and you knew that your body was about to collapse, but you couldn’t stop. You stopped behind a big tree, trying to use your superhuman senses to understand if you could make it out of the woods. You could feel their heartbeats, hundred of heartbeat and the click of guns. You couldn’t run anymore, you weren’t fast like before and another bullet would have killed you for sure, the only thing that you could do was fight. You whined when you felt your fangs come out and waited until they were close enough.

“The footprints stop here, she can’t be that fa-”

You stormed out of your hiding place, full on werewolf mode, and slashed the guy’s skin. You didn’t stop and attacked another hunter, but that one was prepared and hit you with his crossbow. You fell on the floor, feeling the wolfsbane running faster into your veins. The hunters grabbed you and you tried to fight them fidgeting your claws in the air.

“Stupid bitch,” the guy at your right looked at you and grabbed your hand janking it violently to the side. The crack of your bone could be heard clearly and you screamed in pain, deciding not to fight anymore, you were too tired, you just wanted to close your eyes for a moment.

Your vision started to get blurry and everything became black soon.

You gasped as cold water collided with your body.

“Oh the princess is up.”

Your eyes glowed at the man in front of you, a light growl escaping from your lips.

You looked around the room. There were only you and the man, he had tied you to a grill with some plastic ribbons. Behind you there were some power units and you sighed knowing what was about to happen.

“Look, can we do this quickly? I have things to do.”

“Oh, like what?”

“Slash your throat.”

The guy looked at you, rage storming in his eyes, and hit the button.

Hundreds of volt traveled through your body, making you shake. Your eyes glowed again and you could feel your claws starting to extend.

“So where is your pack?”

You spit on his shoes and tugged at the ribbons.

“Bite me.”

The man turned the handle on his controller, the shocks becoming more and more violent. After a while you didn’t even scream anymore, you just let them travel through you. Your eyes stung but you fought the tears not wanting to give the hunters some satisfaction.

You didn’t know how much times has passed, minutes, hours, you just knew that you felt really weak. Your body was collapsing and even if you didn’t want to die you knew that you were more on the other side that anybody.

“So are you going to tell me where is your pack?”

You lifted your head ready to serve him one of your sarcastic answers when a road interrupted you.

The door started to shake and then trembled under the weight of something that was on the other side.

The hunter grabbed his gun, shaking.

The door exploded, flames wrapped around it.


Jordan looked at you and then at the hunter at his side. He didn’t hurt him, he just roared in his face, the scariest roar that you’ve ever heard. The man dropped his gun and ran outside.

Jordan turned his head to you and lifted his hand to rip away the plastic ribbons.

Your knees shook under your weight and you fell on him.

“I got you,” he whispered before scooping you up.

Your eyes felt heavy and breath slowed down immediately.

“You can sleep now, I’m here, I won’t leave you.”



“Thank you.”