they steal branches

Trolls’ fanfiction: “The Forbidden Fruit” [3/5]

Ok, here’s the third chapter you guys! :P

First of all. It’s all Smut (r18) and based on the Omegaverse!AU, so don’t be shocked. XD That’s exactly how it works, more or less… Well, I hope you’ll enjoy this little one!

Second. Thanks for the 530 followers! <3

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darchon5  asked:

Oh come on, SBURBAN Monopoly isn't so bad. You get to act as a rebel against the evil Capitalistic Dersite Corporations. Destroying their branch offices, stealing their profits and funds, and generally causing mayhem in their work places and preventing them from getting any work done. ... At least, that's how I always play SBURBAN Monopoly. Don't know how other players do it.

Monopoly being terrible is a Universal Constant. Like orange popsicles and Will Smith.

anonymous asked:

How often does Poppy steal Branchs ice cream he gets at fast food places? How many traps does he set up to stop her.

I feel like branch has gotta label all the ice cream he buys as his or it WILL be gone if he leaves it unattended

Crush On His Hoodie

***OMG CAN YOU DO AN IMAGINE WHERE YOU GUYS HAVE A GIRLS DAY THING AND YOURE OUT AND THE GIRLS HAVE THIS PLAN TO MAKE YOU ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS FOR STILES AND SECRETLY SCOTT AND HIM ARE LISTENING AND????? YOU CAN MAKE UP THE REST :)) SORRY OF ITS CONFUSING :/***

Totally catching your drift man. It’s all good.

After that day in the woods, you, Lydia and Allison had decided to make it a thing. You and the other girls would just go out, get away from the boys and the supernatural stuff, do some shopping, practice using weaponry and try on clothes or something like that every two weeks. 

You had a new found passion for your knives. Allison taught you how to melt down silver and reshape it and you made your own knives. The hilt was covered in vine designs. The design of the knife itself made it so the knives were dual-purposed. Both for hand to hand and for throwing. Today you were practicing hitting moving objects. Allison and Lydia were throwing objects and you would hit them. You were also talking about boys.

“So, (y/n) any boys in your life?” Lydia asks, checking her perfect hair for split ends. You snort as you hit a berry Allison threw and it pins to the tree.

“Oh course, there are. I don’t know if you’ve seen them, sometimes they sprout hair from their cheekbones and howl at the moon.” You laugh. 

“What I think she means, is there anyone you like?” Allison takes a seat. You think about Stiles. You really did like him but you didn’t feel like talking about it. Lydia tosses an acorn in the air and you wait until it’s almost hit the ground to throw it. The knife sticks in the ground. The acorn had split in two. You take your knife out of the ground and lie down when it landed. 

“Yeah, I guess but it’s not really the time to thinking about boys, you know?” You stare up at the sky. Clouds drift aimlessly through the sky, you bet they don’t have to worry about impending doom. 

Your comment makes Lydia snort. “Oh, please if anything this is exactly the time for boys. Look, we haven’t had a supernatural disaster in a whole week.” You give a noncommittal shrug and Allison looks at you expectantly.

“Well, are you going to tell us?” She probes. You sit up.

“Stiles.” You confess, getting rid of the leaves from your hair. “We like a lot of the same things and he’s intelligent too and he does this smirk that just, ugh.” You’re smiling shyly now. “I love his geeky dance moves too and his hoodies, oh my god. I swear guys’ hoodies are so attractive. It’s like every girl’s secret mission to steal them.”

A branch snaps to your right and you immediately go to throw your knife but you stop when you see Stiles on the ground, giving one of his dorky-nervous waves. Scott steps out from around the tree and grins triumphantly.

“Have you seen how accurate I am with this thing?” You point the knife accusingly at Scott and then Stiles. “And I could have killed you.”

Stiles gives a cocky grin. “But then my hoodie would be ruined and you’d never get to see me dance again.” He smirks, that bastard. A not so faint blush creeps over your cheeks. Lydia and Allison stifle their laughter and you throw an accusing glare at your “best friends”. 

“I guess I have you two to blame?" 

"Blame? I think you should thank us.” Lydia puts her arm around your shoulders. “You kids just needed a push in the right direction. Stiles would not shut about you.”

Allison smiles brightly at you. “You guys would be cute together.”

“I’d like to second that motion.” Stiles pipes up. You look at him hard. 

“We could go out for curly fries but,” You say when he starts fist pumping the air. “I get to wear your hoodie.”