this sounds stupid thats because why told me to write this

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can we get the RFA trying to comfort an MC who feels inadequate joining the RFA because everyone's so accomplished in there (either rich, a genius, or talented tbh) and she was just kind of thrown in because of Unknown? I'm sorry if that's oddly specific, but I just had that thought earlier and I love your scenarios/imagines. Thanks~!!!

i’m such a huge piece of shit for taking this long. i have over 60 requests. i suck ass. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry but like i have other stuff i need to do and inspiration just doesn’t come and it would turn out really shitty otherwise. oH, and thank you so much! and also, it was kind of easy to write this since i can kind of relate. i’ve been feeling like that lately.

Two days ago, the entire RFA attended an interview since the association started getting more and more attention with each passing day. Your actions not going unnoticed by the world, so it was only natural for the world to want to know more about all of you.

You were ecstatic about the interview.

They started with Jumin, CEO of C&R International, who was followed by Zen, renowned and incredibly talented actor, then Jaehee, (was/is) head assistant at C&R International and an incredibly hard working woman. After her, they started interviewing Yoosung, who was now an incredible student at one of the most prestigious universities in Korea and who had an extremely bright future. 

Seven decided not to take part in the interview for security reasons, but he was a genius and the brains behind the app and security of the organization. But everyone knew he was essential to the RFA. 

Finally, it was your turn to be interviewed. You had the possible answers for the interview well-rehearsed thanks to Zen. Everyone had done an amazing job which only made you strive for perfection.

How did you join the RFA?”

“What do you do for the organization?”

“Is it true that you took the last Coordinator’s place?”

“Do you think you’re living up to the last Coordinator’s prestigious reputation?”

You noticed that the questions started getting harsher and harsher, and it wasn’t until some technical difficulties with the lights and sound, that the interview came to an end.

You were sure Seven had something to do with it. 

Your friends and lover weren’t dumb, they noticed the anxiety that soon started suffocating you thanks to your body language. Zen was the first one to notice, so when the interviewer asked if they could continue the interview elsewhere, he intervened and told her in his ever-charming way that they were unable to stay any longer. 

It didn’t surprise you when the interviewer and the producers decided to call it a day.

You were finally home. Everyone was gone because they all had work to do and you conveniently had a day off.

Sitting on the couch, you started going over the interview and it suddenly hit you.

You weren’t worthy of being in the RFA.

There was a sudden tightness around your throat as the fact that the only reason you joined was because you had to. That the only reason you were part of this amazing organization was because you had been dumb enough to listen to a stranger and go deliver a phone that wasn’t even yours. The only thing you did was put yourself and the entire organization at risk.

You were not special.

You were nothing.

Keep reading

Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @florallylester made a moodboard for this and I’m crying

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

RFA boys + V with MC being a teacher and all that comes with it. Like, for older kids a specialized knowledge about a certain subject and knowing teen stuff, and with little kids being up on all the latest "kid" things and always looking at (cont)

(Cont) toys and picture books and singing silly songs. And of course, the grading and lesson planning and kids who give problems and stress that comes on top of that. But she really really loves being a teacher and won’t give it up.

(Combined because of similarity!!)

A/N: These requests are so pure and I enjoy them so much but ive never seen how a teacher prepares for anything so i went based on what a few things teacher friends/my dad told me and how i interact with my siblings and stuff ;A; ~Admin 404


           -The two of you act like such kids yourselves, but he absolutely loves it, you teach younger children and he can see how soft and sweet you are to them!

           -He actually enjoys some of the cool kid gadgets you check out for your class

           -That cool robo-dog toy? He wants one now


           -He’s actually sat in on a few classes of yours his butt actually fits in the little kid chairs

           -The little tikes love him to death! They like to tease him about dating you

           - though they all think he’s a kid too just in a higher grade ;A;

           -But sometimes kids can get rowdy, and he knows this

           -When you come home stressed out, from kids misbehaving, he’s always there to lighten the mood! Tells you stories from when he was a kid, full of silly sound effects, and he’s even borrowed picture books from his mum to show you childhood pictures! It embarrasses him sometimes, but he knows that you enjoy the imaginations children have so it can’t hurt to tell you, right?

           - also lowkey shows up around snack time when he visits because he freaking loVES THE JUICE BOXES AND COOKIES MC CAN HE HAVE SOME TOO


           -He knows how difficult teaching can be, his parents were teachers

           -SUPER. HYPED. When he found out that you’re a HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA TEACHER come on y'all i saw the chance so i took it

           -You actually went to school!!!! For acting!!! That’s amazing! He’s a natural so he didn’t have to

           -He tries to come to your class at least once a week to give the students some tips (since he’s in the field and semi-famous and all)


           -He dropped out of school and had bad experience with teachers so he was actually really iffy about your job at first

           -But the first time he watched you shine because of your passion for helping these teens, he knew you belonged in this career

           -But when you come home from a long day of teens being….well….teens, he feels so bad

           -He was a rebellious teen so he thinks he can help talk to them about listening and respecting everything you try to do for them he kept them for two class periods one day lecturing them about how much respect you deserve and the kids all literally cried and hugged you at the end of it jfc zen what did you sAY TO THEM

           -Always there to wipe away your tears, whether they be of joy or sadness, when your class puts on plays. You’re proud of your students but he’s always 10x more proud of you because heY MC YOU DID THAT, LOOK



           -She thinks it’s so cool because!!!! The two of you can both really appreciate literature

           -It’s like a personal little book club between the two of you, always talking about themes and deeper meanings

           -Not to mention she lives for the drama you over hear in your classroom come on we all live for gossip every now and then dont judge me or jaehee and you can teach her all of the younger lingo which she uses to understand a few of the interns at work

           -When you’ve been up for hours trying to grade papers, she’s always there to help with them

           -Mainly because she wants to avoid you bashing your head against the table because they’re all writing the same things over and over again

           -If she comes across something she’s unsure about in her readings you’re the first person she asks

           -Love love loves helping you pick which books your students are going to analyze next

           -Not to mention!!! You always have all the newest books in almost any genre because of your job and!!! She always has something new to read!!!!

           -If your day was rough though, she’s got coffee at the ready for you, the two of you are going to sit down and just rant about anything and everything that happened because hey kids can be stupid, she’s not gonna tell on you for pointing out the obvious


           -He finds it absolutely adorable when you come home covered in paint, glitter, marker, you name it

           -Calls you his masterpiece what a sap

           -Not used to being around kids but he visits your kids as often as possible


           - they paint kitty whiskers on his face sometimes and you’ve never seen him smile bigger

           -They once asked him to build a tower out of blocks with them and he took over the entire project, made a replica of the C&R building

           -When the two of you are at home, though, he refuses to admit he enjoys it there with the kids. Complains about paint on his white shirt, why are kids to loud, they’re so energetic what the heck, etc etc

           -Always buying cool new toys and craft things for your classroom- he knows how teachers are paid and he just wants to help out. For you. Not for the kids. its totally for the kids dont let him fool you

           -He never really knows how to comfort you if you come home from a hard day with your class, so he usually sits with your head resting against him. He listens to you rant about everything that happened, running his hand through your hair to let you know he’s listening.

           -Never ONCE has he asked you to quit your job. He thinks teachers are important and should be treasured, and he sees how happy the kids make you every day- he could never ask you to give that up but hey mc if you ever wants kids of your own, he’s got you, wink wonk


           -Teacher? lmao what’s that not everyone is a freaking genius saeyoung shUT UP


           -You were a high school computer science teacher, and hello MC i could be of service saeyoung pls

           -He came in as a guest speaker one day and none of the students could keep up with what he was saying??? What’s all of this?? Mr. Choi can you please dumb down the lesson???

           -By the end of class though, everyone (including him) were just drawing stupid pictures on MS paint sigh

           -He’s actually really excited that you teach computers to teenagers!! Computers are great, MC!!! You can teach them to hack! no saeyoung thats not what i do, thats you

           -Sometimes he’ll play dumb and ask you for help with his computer just to hear your teacher voice (it doesnt work often because you KNOW he knows what’s wrong)

           -“MC, you can be the teacher and I’ll play the naughty student *eyebrow wiggle*” he walks in with a plaid skirt and knee high socks what a fucking doRK

           -There are days that the kids just don’t listen and do whatever they want, and it frustrates you to no end. Some of them were wrestling and broke a monitor once, and you had to call Saeyoung, break down and cry on your lunch break. He’s always there at the end of the day with blanket forts and HBC to get you away from all electronics even for a little while

           -The next day though, he hacks into all the computers in your classroom and scares the students into paying attention because what person doesn’t freak out when someone starts listing their personal information on their screen???


           -High school dance teacher?

           -Are you his soulmate MC because it’s really feeling like it

           -He’s a dancer himself! (though he doesnt practice it often)

           -So he always offers to be your partner on days you’re teaching couple’s dances!

           -He can tell how much effort and passion you put into helping these kids learn the art

           -You absolutely radiate warmth and excitement if your class holds a recital


           -But kids will be kids, which means sometimes there are attitudes thrown around

           -Some days you feel as if you get no respect, and they do whatever they want to do, and it breaks not only your heart but your spirit as well and he will not stand for it

           -He’s very good at lecturing, and seeming nice with a threatening undertone. So when he catches something like this happening, you can bet he’s in front of the class, pouring his heart out about how much respect you deserve for all of your hard work and they shape up real quick every time this happens. So he kisses you on the forehead and lets you keep teaching <3


           -You work with little kids all day?

           -Why would you wanna do that to yourself jfc

           -You’re always looking at cute, kid crafts and he kind of wants to try them but he’ll never tell you that

           -Very very afraid to visit your class because? He’s scary, he doesn’t want the little kids to be afraid of him

           -But they WEREN’T. AT ALL. He could feel his heart melting at how much they actually liked him like holy crap MC i wanna come visit every day


           -The two of you are the power team at story time, everyone is completely enthralled with the story, voices, and how you act them out

           -When you first told him that you were a teacher for little kids, it made complete sense to him. You’re so sweet and kind and patient and bubbly and it just cliCKED WOW MC YOU ARE A TEACHER

           -But kids have tantrums, and short attention spans, and they’re very stubborn, so if you have a rough day, you actually have to calm him down instead saeran you cant threaten the children its okay im just tired ill be fine

           -The two of you have naps on those rough days, he’ll rub your shoulders to help you relax, and he actually goes out of his way to look up things for your lesson plan the next day!

Sparks Flew

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: I wrote this last night when I couldn’t sleep, I blame watching too much How I Met Your Mother for coming up with this idea. I promise I’m working on those requests but this just came to me last night and it’s been a long time since I wrote a Lin fic. 

Warnings: swearing, a shitty break-up and I think that’s it?

Word Count:1,615 (I know it’s short I’m sorry)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u

When you first kissed Lin, sparks flew.

It was New Year’s Eve, the cold New York streets were packed with people excited to bring in the new year. But for you, it was the worst night of your life.

The night started off great. Packed into an apartment filled with all of your friends, wearing a brand new outfit with a few drinks already in your system. It was 11 pm, and with an hour left of  2007 the anticipation was building, it was the perfect night.

Well… almost perfect. The one missing ingredient was Jon. Your boyfriend of 6 years was nowhere to be found, even after promising you he’d come. For the first time in 6 years, it was looking like you were going to be alone and kissless on New Years.

Keep reading


Description: You’d kept your Dyslexia a secret from Spencer for a while now, you didn’t want the BAU’s resident genius to look down on you because of something so trivial; but like all the profilers were trained to do, he eventually found out.

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this! I don’t have Dyslexia so I spend a lot of time before writing this doing some research so it was at least somewhat accurate; I hope I did it justice!

Keep reading

Issues- Part Three

Negan x you

When the saviors turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 2,178

Read previous parts- HERE

I posted part two yesterday so incase you missed it please check the link above :) <3

Part three

Rosita opened her big mouth.

Ever since Abraham had been killed she was different. She didn’t seem to care about anyone else anymore. Held no compassion or emotions.  Revenge was the only thing on her mind.

Rick stood there. Glaring at me, his nose doing that stupid flaring thing, as Michonne held him back.

Did she think he was going to hit me or something? Was he capable? Probably.

“I won’t ask again y/n what happened?” He was growling. Now who was the wild animal huh?

“Rick” Michonne spoke “Calm down”

“What does it even matter?” I gave in and finally spoke. This was ridiculous.

“Did he touch you?” He asked.

“Oh my god Dad no!” I shook my head and turned to look outside the window as the sun began to rise. 

They were due back today “Nothing like that” he did kind of offer though. I discreetly smiled at the thought bitting my lip. I would of fucking let him if he had tried. Fuck  

In all honestly for the last two days I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what had happened in this very room. 

That man was like some kind of a mythical being. Like someone those horny women write about in those books your Grandma used to hide under her blanket and read when she thought no one was looking. You know the ones with no shirts on the cover and that the stupid long flowing hair?

I had never known anyone like him really. I was intrigued and that was dangerous.

He was dangerous. 

I wanted to know more… feel more. I just wanted more.

A part of me was excited that he would be coming back today. This was just all so wrong. What was wrong with me?

“Y/n I need you to tell me exactly what happened right now” he shouted. I’m sure everyone could hear him in their homes all waiting to hear what was going to happen. His temper was not going to do any good “Please

Spinning around I shouted back just as loudly, so everyone could hear too. He wouldn’t have to bother telling anyone “Nothing happened” I threw my arms in the air “He asked me to make him a lemonade, told me you didn’t respect him, that he knew you were up to something and that he’d be back in two days, today to get the stuff”

“What did you tell him?” he eyed me with that fucking look he used to give Mum.

“I don’t have anything to tell anyone” I blurted out honestly “You tell me fuck all and we all know why!”

“Y/n” he said my name softer. But he knew he treated me differently. My brother who was ten years younger had more respect than I did from the man.

“Enough of this!” I stomped out of the house, down the stairs and towards the gate. I knew I was acting like some grumpy teenager and not someone in their twenties.
Fuck all of this I should of said yes and gotten out of here when I had the chance. This place isn’t my home anymore. Truth be, it probably never was. I was fooling myself.

I could hear him calling my name from the house. But ignored it only to come to a stop when I reached the gate. Had this place always been so small?

There she was Rosita big mouth.

She was watching me and I just glared at her before flipping her off. Fucking bitch. Just couldn’t keep her mouth shut could she?

I had to move away from her. I needed to get out of here. But I didn’t want to miss him. Fucking hell.

What was I even doing?

This was all so wrong.

I spent the next few hours aimlessly wondering around the compound we were in. Afraid to leave and afraid to come face to face with daddy dearest. Why did he have to hate me so much? I never did anything to warrant it.  

He was the one who cheated on Lori and got my Mum pregnant when he was so young, before they got married. None of this is my fault.

Maybe I should just say yes today.

“Yes” I tested the word on my lips. It didn’t sound so wrong.

I knew that if I did say that one world that would be it. There was no possible way Negan would just let me come back here after going to his Sanctuary. I could just turn around and lead everyone there. I wouldn’t but he didn’t know that.

They would never look at me the same way here. I would not be welcome. Alexandria would be over for me.

Imagine finally getting away from this and be free of that man who calls himself my Dad but has never once been one, to me at least.

Was Negan really the better option though? He was a semi kind of psychopath.


I had to stop thinking about this. It wasn’t going to do any good at all.

“THE SAVIORS ARE HERE!!” It was like déjà vu. Rosita’s voice filled the air and my breath caught in my throat. Was he really here?

Smiling I made my way to the front gate.

There was something wrong with me.

I should not be smiling because the damn saviours were here.

They owned us now.

Nothing was ours anymore.

I was actually happy that the Saviors were here? I bet thats never happened before.

“Y/n get out of here” Rick shouted pointing towards the wall.

“Theres no point” I told him. Negan knew I was here and me not being would only bring up more questions. Especially as I told him I never really left.  

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jesus disappear over the wall. He arrived last night, wanting to see Rick and to tell us that Enid, Carl and Judith were at the Hilltop and would stay there for a few days.

I could tell Rick was grinding his teeth in annoyance as he carried on towards the two trucks pulled in through the now open gates. Two.. not three as there had been before but he didn’t say another word or even look in my direction.

He wasn’t here.

One of his men came out and greeted Rick.

I remembered seeing him when I was pulled around by that arsehole who had left the blackest hand shaped bruise I had ever had on my skin.

Apart of me was disappointed. All of me.

Why wasn’t he here?

Maybe he hadn’t felt the tension between us that I had. Maybe it was all in my head?

Maybe his offer wasn’t a real thing.. maybe be regretted saying it and didn’t want me to actually say yes.

“Fuck this!”

Rick turned to me so fast I thought his head was going to come flying off.

“Something Wrong?” The man he was talking to asked. He kind of had a smile like his. Negan’s.

“Oh ummm” I awkwardly rubbed my neck “No nothing sorry” I smiled.

“Okay then” he winked before turning back to Rick who was watching me with something I had never seen in his eyes before.

As soon as they leave I am getting out of here. I needed some air.


It was pitch black and I hadn’t made it back to Alexandria yet. Fuck.

The sound of a walker in the distance made me freeze until It moved far enough away that I could carry on my journey back. I have a knife but avoiding was the better option when it was this dark outside.

I had never meant to go out as far or for as long as I had, I just walked and it just happened.

Honestly now Judith was safe at Hilltop I’m pretty sure no one had even noticed I wasn’t around. Daryl was the only one who would of, he always made the effort but he wasn’t around anymore either.

I hope he’s ok.

That wherever Negan has put him he’s safe, as safe as he can be at least.

God I hope so.

I owed that man my life after he saved me. He always knew when something was on my mind.

Sneaking back over the wall I became aware that they weren’t alone. Someone was here. The Saviors.

“Whats going on?” I slowly and as silently as possible snuck down and let out a shaky breath when my feet finally touched the grass.

As I snuck behind one of the houses, I looked around the corner carefully, not wanting to be spotted, everyone was out in the road once again.

There he was, Negan, standing by the pool table. Why was that out here? In the middle of the street?

“THERE THEY ARE” He shouted angrily. A shiver shot down my spine as his voice bit through the air that suddenly felt static “YOU DID HAVE GUTS” moving a bit further I saw someone fall the floor into a pile of blood? Oh my god. It was Spencer “I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO GOD DAMN WRONG IN MY WHOLE LIFE!”

“Oh my god” I started breathing heavily. This was the man they had spoken about. He was like a Jekyll and Hyde.  The man I had been in the room with was not this person here right now. This was the animal they had talked about.

Suddenly a shot sounded through the air and I instinctively dropped to the floor. Covering my ears. Who did that?

A lot of commotion happened but I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. 

He was angry though. 

So fucking angry. 

Angrier than he had been even a second a go when he had killed. What had Spencer done?

Oh my god.

It was both scary and something…. else. Something I was too scared to even think of let alone admit, even to myself. 

Rick’s voice started to speak but was quickly shot down by Negan.

This wasn’t good.

Who was shot?

Who made the shot?


A second shot rung out but I stayed where I was with my ears covered, not taking my eyes off of him. I didn’t want to hear what was happening right now. What was I going to do? I could just sneak out again. No one knew I was here. No one knew I knew what was happening.

But he was here.

I wanted to see him no matter how wrong that was.

Jesus I know how fucking messed up that was.

But this was the world we lived in now. Any true civilised people had died out. 

They were weak in this World. 

You had to be smart.

Negan was smart.

When you think about it he was probably one of the smartest people left.

Shakily I stood up and uncovered my ears.

Looking at the scene once again I saw Negan and his anger was palatable. I could feel it on my own skin even at the distance I was, I couldn’t imagine how it must of felt to be as close to him as everyone else was.

I’d say she did some major damage!”

“Negan” Rick pleaded “We can..”

“Shut the fuuuuuuuuuck up” Negan laughed somewhat calming down from his earlier outburst “Simon” he shouted to the guy who had been here earlier “Get them on their knees NOW!”

People started gasping and crying. The last time he had people on their knees he had used Lucille to kill two of them. This isn’t good.

I couldn’t let this happen. But what could I do?

‘Offers there anytime y/n. Any fucking time for you. Yes it fucking is. You can have anything you want anytime’  that line had been going through my head for two whole days. Over and over again. Non stop.

“The thing is Rick you and your people don’t seem to listen” he pointed the bat, Lucille at him as he spoke leaning backwards so far anyone else would of fallen over “I have done nothing but give you a mother fucking service!! Your boy broke into one of my vans, shot a bunch of my men and I bring him home, not a fucking scratch on him! I even fed him some fucking spaghetti and this bitch shot Lucille trying to kill me and Arat took out the fat girl and thats got to save you a hell a lot of food commmeeee onnn!”  Olivia? She was dead? Oh my god. What the hell did he say Carl did?

“We’re sorry” Rick was practically grovelling and it was pathetic to see.

Someone or ones was about to get killed again. I couldn’t let that happen. I would not stand by and watch. Despite everything I couldn’t.

Fuck fuckidy fuck

Without giving myself a chance to back out I walked forwards, holding my hands in the air making my way into the clearing, praying no one would shoot.

Negan!” every pair of eyes flashed towards me.


What do you think will happen next?? Ekkkkk 

Also… how often would you guys like these parts to be posted? As soon as I finish them or would set days be better? Let me know :)

Thank you for the love <3



@arwa-alii @negans-girl @aalexandra2712 @mylittlefandomfanfictions@amy-2496 @capricorn795 @aaaaaaand-its-gone @namelesslosers@norman1967 @fullofnegativity @climaxcal @lukas-stava @karlamoriarty @imaginesforthepeople @sarasmismyonlydefence @negan-winchester @princess-katelyn-devitt @writer-foreverx @kingbouji3 @telltheking-cassetoi @m3ment0m0ri @laaadygisbooornex3

Wouldn’t let me tag-

@littlephoeonix-fire @pebbleheadd

Avoid - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by wintersouljaa

Words: 963
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Clint Barton
Warnings: swearing
Requested by anon
Hello ^^ I really love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a Pietro x Male Reader where he is kinda shy and nerdy and begins to avoid Pietro because he thinks its wrong to like him? Thank you! <33
Authors Note: I made it gender neutral (like I try to do with all of my works) so I hope thats okay! I kinda like how this turned out :)


“Hey, (Y/N)!” Pietro smiled when he walked into the common room, where you were camping the GameStop site to preorder a new game.

“Oh, h-hey Pietro…” You said quietly.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You nervously smiled as you turned your computer away from him. You tried your hardest not to look at him…you really didn’t want to blush, or not be able to look away from him.

“What are you looking at?” Pietro moved closer to where you were seated on the couch, trying to peer at what was on your computer.

“Oh…you know, just looking over some reports for Tony…” You lied.

“Oh, that sounds boring. Do you want to go do something? I’m thinking, Paris.” Pietro smiled as he moved his hands outward like the city name would pop up between his hands.

“Wow, that sounds like fun.” You said, trying not to embarrass yourself.

“Doesn’t it?” He smiled. “Wanna join me?”

You looked at your computer to see the countdown get closer to zero. “Looks like, Steve, needs my help.” You stuttered out.

“I thought you were helping Tony?” Pietro had a confused tone.

“Yep, bye!” You grabbed your computer and ran out of the common room to hide away, leaving Pietro sitting there, confused and a bit upset.

Keep reading


Valerie doesn’t even know why she’s here. She doesn’t have a date, doesn’t even have a group, and the most interesting thing that’s happened since she got here was Kwan smiling at her, once, from across the gym. Star had dragged him away before Valerie could even think about saying ‘hi’.

She takes another sip of punch. Nobody’s spiked it yet– Mr. Lancer’s been watching it like a hawk, and Valerie is starting to wish she’d brought something of her own, or, better yet, not come at all.

It’s senior prom, and Danny Fenton is dancing with both Tucker and Sam in the middle of the dance floor. His tie and vest are purple, matching both Sam’s dress and Tucker’s suit, and they’re so well coordinated, so well dressed, that Valerie is positive Sam just bought all three outfits together. 

Two years ago, she might have gone over, but she hasn’t spoken to Danny since then, and she doesn’t really want to stand next to them, in her second hand dress and borrowed shoes, even if she’s positive none of them would care.

She checks her phone. 

It’s dumb; the only person she ever texts anymore is either her Dad or Phantom, and she’s been avoiding the latter ever since he turned her down.

Keep reading

impetusofadream  asked:

Could I also prompt E/R for the please sign this petition for our selfish dick of a landlord to refurbish x in the apartment building... Wait what do you mean YOU'RE the landlor- FUCK! AU in your make is so fandom tags. Bonus points for sexy times.

(Took the prompt loosely and also the sex did not happen, sex takes me a lot of time to write unless it’s just straight-up PWP and I have to be in the right mood for that, so you get scenes from a romcom instead!)

Enjolras has had enough of his landlord. Every e-mail or phone call he’s made since he moved in has been ignored, the rent raises without much warning, the man is never in his office, and now he and the rest of his neighbors have been without a working elevator for weeks and there’s been no response at all from the landlord. More than one of them needs that elevator to get home.

They’ve been signing a petition, waiting for a way to present it to Mr. Grantaire that may actually get his attention, and when Enjolras sees a man he doesn’t recognize staring sadly at the elevator, a bag slung over his shoulder, he fishes the petition out of his messenger bag and offers it. “Want to sign a petition to the shitty landlord to get that fixed? I’m still trying to find a contact phone number that works.”

“You—what?” The man squints at him like he’s not quite sure where Enjolras came from. He’s not attractive in the strictest sense of the word, but there’s something about his eyes that keeps Enjolras looking just long enough for both of them to be embarrassed when the eye contact breaks. “I don’t deny that the landlording is shitty around here, but why do you want me to sign it?”

Enjolras raises his eyebrows. “Don’t you live here?”

“I … shit, I guess so. At least temporarily.”

“You don’t seem sure of that.”

“Well, everything’s been happening kind of fast lately.”

“Is it anything I can help with?”

The man snorts. “I don’t know. Do you know the name of an elevator repair company? Because I don’t.”

Enjolras frowns and stands up straight. “It’s not up to us to do repairs that our landlord should by all rights be paying for, as this petition says—”

“Unfortunately, it is my responsibility. I don’t think I introduced myself.” He extends a hand. “Call me Grantaire, everyone else does.”

Keep reading

@camillacollinsfanclub LAMILLA

Actual coherent summary: Lardo/Camilla soulmate au for the soul


Things Larissa Duan knows about her soulmate:

1. Her handwriting is really pretty.
2. Her favourite colour is bright blue.
3. She is really, really forgetful.

The last one she knows because her left forearm is constantly covered in reminders- silly things like, ‘feed Winky’ (Larissa still isn’t sure whether Winky is a dog or a cat, but she knows her soulmate really loves them) or 'don’t forget to pick up coffee for the team’ is written in huge letters on her arm, leading Larissa to think she plays a sport. Tennis, maybe- her soulmate doodles little rackets on her arm when she’s bored.

Come nightfall, though, her soulmate washes all the ink off her arm so she and Larissa can write to each other, talking about everything, from where they work to funny childhood stories. But of course, having a soulmate comes with a catch- you can’t tell your soulmate your name, or where you live, or where to meet them. Fate sucks that way.

Fate really sucks.


Camilla Collins is running late. The first time she left the house, she forgot to brush her hair. Then she forgot to feed Winky, her corgi. Then she forgot her coffee. All in all, this has not been a good morning. Now she has to race to her new job at the art museum down the street. She’d been talking to the manager, Eric Bittle, the night before, and she was excited to meet the coworkers he’d been talking about. During that conversation, she’d said she’d be early.

What a lie that had been.

She rushed to the front steps, racing up them without noticing someone was going down them at the same speed.

The crash was spectacular, art supplies that the girl had been holding go flying, the girl’s hat gets pulled off her head, and Camilla’s coffee spills- all over the girls sweater.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry!” Camilla says, taking napkins from her purse to dab at the red sweater the girl is wearing.

The girl grabs Camilla’s hands to stop her. “It’s fine. It’s kind of warm out anyways.” She pulls the sweater over her head and stuffs it into her bag. She picks up the few art supplies she’d dropped and sticks out her hand.

“I’m Larissa, but my friends call me Lardo. And you are?”

Camilla stares.

She stares at the note written on Larissa’s left arm. 'Take Winky for a walk today’, written in bright. blue. ink.

“Your soulmate. I’m your soulmate I’m your soulmate!” She takes Larissa’s hand and shakes it hard.

“What? Really? Awesome. So what’s your name, soulmate?”

“My name is Camilla. Camilla Collins. How are you so…chill about this?”

“Well. I’m not. But, my mother always told me to make a good first impression. So, soulmates. How do you- oh, that’s a stupid question, you saw the writing on my arm. Okay, different question. Do you want to get coffee? There’s a good place down the block, if you want to go?”

Camilla twiddles with Larissa’s hand, still is hers. Her hand is small, like she is- Camilla practically towers over her.

“I so would, except this is my first day working at the museum, and I’m already late, and I really don’t want to get fired because this job pays well and the staff seems really nice so do you want to get lunch?” She says this all in one breath in the span of four seconds, but Larissa nods like she understands.

“Okay. ” She smiles, bright like the sun. “Do you want to meet at that place I was talking about? I can meet you here at around twelve and we can walk over together if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes. Yes, that sounds so good. I do have to go, though. See you then?” Larissa nods and, seemingly thinking about it a second before doing so, presses her soft lips to Camilla’s cheek. Camilla blushes and says goodbye, walking up the steps and looking back every few seconds.

She can’t wait for lunch.

Nervous (Rap Monster/Namjoon x Reader Fluff Ft. Jhope/Hoseok )

Summary: A job at the cafe was lovely because of (1) the fresh coffee aroma and (2) a special someone. 

(( Note: Thank you for requesting! But just realized that I messed up a bit on the prompt… As in this turned out to be cute and nervous Namjoon not being able to approach her and ask her out, though the rest is with the prompt. Hehe, I sincerly apologize for that, I do hope it still works. And pssst I really like Hoseok in this as well eee ))

After getting a part-time job at the campus’ cafe (at which his friend had kindly helped him get), Kim Namjoon, a twenty-one-year-old university student majoring in Music Composition, had never enjoyed a job more. He’d say that he can make you some pretty damn good coffee… If your taste is burnt, watery raw coffee beans that is. In Hoseok’s opinion, the boy was better off handling the register and serving the coffees.

Despite the argument of whether Namjoon was making good coffee or not, he thoroughly enjoyed his time there. He loved his time working such a great job, being in a relaxing atmosphere surrounded by the fresh coffee aroma (who doesn’t like the fresh aroma of coffee honestly). Although… He might just have to admit that he liked it even more because of a special someone.

Keep reading

Garrett Inquisition Banters - Dorian
  • Dorian: The Champion of Kirkwall, is it? A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
  • Garrett: I wouldn't have thought anyone who could have had a seat in the Magesterium would much care to know about the south
  • Dorian: You know of the Magesterium? Truly? Most in the South think ever mage in Tevinter is a Magister
  • Garrett: Don't take it as a compliment. My husband was a slave to one of your magisters
  • ---
  • Dorian: So you married a slave?
  • Garrett: /Former/ slave. He belongs to no one
  • Dorian: Ooh, touchy
  • ---
  • Dorian: Have I offended you?
  • Garrett: What makes you think I'm offended?
  • Dorian: Well in Varric's book he writes you as an understanding paragon of goodness, and yet whenever I'm within ten feet you start scowling
  • Garrett: I... didn't realise. I apologise
  • Dorian: Oh no need. In fact, it makes you one of the friendliest southerners I've met so far!
  • ---
  • Dorian: So-
  • Garrett: Not now
  • Dorian: I haven't even said anything
  • Garrett: I'm not up for talking at the moment. Please, just not now
  • Varric: Leave him alone, Sparkler. Everyone has their days
  • ---
  • Garrett: So you actually read Varric's books then?
  • Dorian: Not all of them. I tried reading that romance, Swords and Shields, per Cassandra's recommendation. I felt my IQ drop after the first sentence
  • Garrett: The Seeker recommended it? Varric will have a field day with that
  • Dorian: Well would you look at that? A smile! I feel blessed
  • Garrett: *sighs* And now you've ruined it
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... you're interested in men, are you?
  • Garrett: And married
  • Dorian: Well I noticed /that/. You and Fenris can barely keep your hands off of each other. I was just wondering...
  • Garrett: What?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Let's go back to you scowling at me whenever I walked into the room, that was much more comfortable
  • ---
  • (After Dorian's personal quest)
  • Garrett: The other day, when you brought up my preference for men, were you going to ask about my father when he found out?
  • Dorian: Ah, I've been had, have I?
  • Garrett: It would seem so. Do you still want to know?
  • Dorian: So long as it doesn't end with 'and then he decided to try a blood ritual to make me acceptable'
  • Garrett: Nothing like that. I was about seventeen when I realised, nineteen when I finally told him. It wasn't easy. I was terrified actually
  • Dorian: You were scared he wouldn't approve. I understand. What did he do, when you told him?
  • Garrett: He and my mother sat there and they listened. And when it was done, they just hugged me, told me they loved me, and that was it
  • Dorian: I see. You were lucky to have parents so ready to accept you as you were
  • Garrett: I was. And maybe you might be too, if your father's serious about making amends
  • Dorian: Maybe. I'd like to think he is
  • ---
  • Dorian: So your brother is a Grey Warden?
  • Garrett: He is. My fault, I'm afraid
  • Dorian: How so? I take it you didn't make him do it on a dare?
  • Garrett: I let him have his way. I let him go on that damned Deep Roads Expedition because he'd have thrown a fit over it otherwise
  • Dorian: He caught the Blight, I take it?
  • Garrett: Yes. And if not for Anders knowing where to find Grey Wardens, he would have died
  • Dorian: That hardly makes it your fault. Sounds more like rotten luck to me
  • Garrett: If I'd just made him stay at home-
  • Dorian: He'd have thrown a fit and done something equally stupid to spite you, I'm sure
  • Carver: I'm standing right here you know
  • Dorian: Oh I'm well aware
  • ---
  • Dorian: You know I always thought that Varric made that up
  • Garrett: *groans* Dare I even ask...
  • Dorian: You'd really never kissed anyone before Fenris? And he was your first time too? My, how romantic
  • Garrett: I am going to kill Varric...
  • Dorian: And here I thought we were past the 'you scowling at my mere presence' stage
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, you and Farier?
  • Dorian: Ah, you are curious? Well, I do love talking about me, so there's no harm in indulging you
  • Garrett: *chuckles* How on earth does he put up with you?
  • Farier: Well see, he does this thing with his tongue where he-
  • Dorian: Amatus!
  • Farier: *smugly* What? You use your tongue to talk, don't you?
  • Dorian: Oh, you little-!
  • Garrett: *laughs*
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... open to a friendly wager, Garrett?
  • Garrett: Hardly. The last time I wagered anything, it involved Isabela winning my clothes at cards and me running home with a bucket to cover my privates
  • Dorian: *laughs* Quite the image! Now that's a story I have to hear
  • Varric: I'll tell you all about it back at camp, Sparkler
  • Marian: You can see it first hand if you get him drunk enough
  • Dorian: And now I have my next endeavour all planned out
  • Garrett: Maker, no. Just no
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, out of curiosity, what did you want to wager on?
  • Dorian: Interested are we?
  • Garrett: Hardly, just curious as to what you were going to propose
  • Dorian: Well it's not fun if we don't wager. Varric put in for ten royals already on the odds of three-to-one
  • Garrett: In favour of what?
  • Dorian: I'm only telling those who are betting
  • ---
  • Garrett: Fine, just tell me what we're betting on
  • Dorian: Aha! Knew your curiosity would win out. We're betting on our dear Inquisitor's chances for success
  • Garrett: You're... betting on whether or not she'll die? That's rather morbid
  • Dorian: Not dying per say, though I suppose that will be the outcome if Corypheus isn't stopped. So, your wager?
  • Garrett: Not my trousers, that's for damn sure
  • Dorian: *laughs* Blast, and to think I could have owned the trousers of the Champion of Kirkwall!
  • Sera: I could pants him for you!
  • Garrett: Don't even think about it
  • Sera: *cackles* Too late!
  • Garrett: She's joking... Right?
  • Dorian: My dear Garrett, I'd watch myself from now on if I were you
  • ---
  • Dorian: So I sated your curiosity on our bet, now sate mine. Why /were/ you always scowling at me?
  • Garrett: I didn't even realise I was doing it before you pointed it out
  • Dorian: Nonsense, there must have been a reason. I /did/ hear you duelled Danarius and had a part in his death
  • Garrett: True. And I still have the scars to prove it
  • Dorian: So is it because I was nearly a magister? I take it that it's not because I'm from Tevinter, considering your choice in marital partner
  • Garrett: I... I don't know
  • Dorian: Ah, perhaps you feared I would harm Fenris in some way? I imagine he paints quite a picture of the Imperium
  • Garrett: Just... stop. I don't want to talk about this anymore
  • Dorian: Very well. Shall we talk about me instead? I do love that topic
  • ---
  • Dorian: Are they always that loud?
  • Garrett: Try sleeping next door to them. I think they do it on purpose
  • Dorian: Have you ever tried-?
  • Garrett: Yes, and it doesn't work. Trust me
  • Dorian: You must have gotten back at them somehow. I doubt Fenris would let it go
  • Garrett: *smugly* Well we did book them for the Bad Girl Special at the Blooming Rose once
  • Dorian: What-?
  • Marian: I still hate you for that
  • Garrett: I know. And it was worth it
  • ---
  • Dorian: You... really remember nothing?
  • Garrett: Not really. Only what I've been told since waking up
  • Dorian: Hm. When the Nightmare stole Lyris' memories, it only took her memories of the Conclave... Perhaps it was your extended contact with the demon that did it
  • Garrett: Do you think it will come back?
  • Dorian: I don't know. But if there is a chance, I am happy to help however I can
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Hmph, of course it took a memory wipe for you to say that to me
  • ---
  • Dorian: Lothering?
  • Garrett: Darkspawn
  • Dorian: Cheery. Kirkwall?
  • Garrett: Home
  • Dorian: Fenris?
  • Garrett: Husband
  • Dorian: Are you saying that because you know it, or because you feel it?
  • Garrett: ...both
  • Dorian: Hm... Ah. Dorian?
  • Garrett: *smugly* Scowling
  • Dorian: Aha, you /are/ starting to remember properly now, aren't you?
  • ---
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Well, I won't be one to refuse thanks but I usually like to know what I'm being thanked for
  • Garrett: For helping me remember. I was a bit of an arse to you in the beginning, wasn't I?
  • Dorian: Well you didn't spit when we met. It's more than I can say for the blacksmith
  • Garrett: *sighs* And there goes the moment...
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, Dorian...
  • Dorian: Ah, are we back to scowling now I am to be a true Magister? Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I've even been practicing my maniacal laugh
  • Garrett: I just wanted to offer my sympathies for your father's death. I know how hard it is to lose a parent
  • Dorian: *sympathetically* Or two, in your case. I appreciate the sentiment, though I'd rather not speak at length about it
  • Garrett: Of course. Have you at least had your grapes peeled for you since being back in Tevinter?
  • Dorian: *laughs* No, but it is at the top of my list when I take my seat in the Magesterium. Along with trying to drag the Imperium back out of the muck, though that's a slightly more long term goal I'm afraid
  • Garrett: I'd heard a few rumours about that. You really think you can do it?
  • Dorian: Maybe, maybe not. But if I don't try, who will?
  • Garrett: True enough. If you ever need anything...
  • Dorian: Oh perish the thought. I believe you've been through enough, my friend. Only fate would be unkind enough to saddle you with yet more trouble after all of this
Thats My Little Sister (part 2)

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

Requested: no/yes

Writer: Athena 

About: your Scotts little sister (part one) (part 3)

Warnings: Swearing, smutish, rated r whatever idk if your 9 don’t read? lol 

(A/n: idk how to even describe this its like really cute  but i keep teasing because i’m mean i wanted to make this a natural as possible lol idk what i’m even talking about ill stop teasing in part 3 you’ll see. I just wanted to develop my characters a lil bit)

I walked through my front door making my way to my room to finish this school project in English about a mythical creature, I decided to pick banshee because on of one my best friends was one, I thought I’d represent. I was just finishing up on writing when Scott bust through my door looking around my room looking mad at something I didn’t do. I just looked over at him with a questioning look. 

“Are you looking for something, or are you just going crazy?” I said looking at him questionably

 “Just making sure that there is no one in here.” he said walking up to my closet pulling it open.

 “Got ya!” he yelled into my empty closet. 

“You want to check out the window too.” I said sarcastically motioning to the window. 

“No, its just i cant even stand the though of a guy touching my baby sister, ANYWHERE,” he said have a look of fear and disgust on his face.

 “Well ,now you know how Kira’s dad feels,” I said sarcastically, he just sighed walking out of my room.

 “I wont get pregnant!” I yelled over my shoulder 

 “Not helping the situation,” he yelled back. 

~Later That Evening~

“Hey, (Y/N)! i’m going out tonight with Kira, mom will be late tonight!” Scott yelled as he walked out the door before I could even respond. 

“Uh, okay,” I said mostly to myself before walking back to my room from where I was at the top of the stairs. I was watching one of my favorite movies when I heard my phone ringing, it was Stiles i slid my finger across the screen to answer it. 

“Hey baby,” he said into the phone

 “Hi, Stiles,” 

“Do.. you, um, want to come over?” he asked in a raspy voice which I found extremely sexy, i rolled over onto my back from where i was on my bed. 

“Yes, I do, when should i come over?” I asked sitting up

 “um.. now is good.” I could here the stupid smirk in his tone.

 “Did you just wake up?” I asked

“Yeah, why?” he asked sounding curious. 

“Nothing you just sound really sexy.” I said smirking into the phone.

 “Just get your cute ass over here.” I  laughed  “Okay i’ll be there in ten.” I said hanging up throwing on my sweats and heading out the door to my car.

 Ten minutes later I was pulling into Stiles driveway walking up to his door knocking. Stiles dad opened the door. 

“Hey, Sheriff,” I said walking in

 “Hi (Y/N), i’m headed to a night shift tell Stiles i’m leaving, okay.” He smiled at me.

 “Yeah I’ll tell him, be safe” I said making my way up the stairs. 

“BOO!” I yelled as rounded the corner into his room. I saw him jump as he was getting dressed.

 “What the hell!” he yelled, he was topless at the moment, holding the shirt to his chest looking scared.

 “Sorry baby,” I said laughing putting my bag down next to his bed.

“Yeah, whatever.” he said rolling his eyes pulling the shirt over his head.

 “Oh yeah, your dad is taking a night shift he told me to tell you.” 

“Okay,” he said as I made my way over to him wrapping my arms around his waist putting my head on his chest. 

“I missed you, its been so annoying Scott is all over me and checks on me like every five seconds,” I pouted 

“I know baby, but he’s just worried about you,” he said wrapping his arms around my shoulders pulling me closer to him. 

After a few moments like that, I pulled away walking over to his dresser looking for a shirt to put on.

 “Well, i would be worried too, if i were him.” I glanced over at him as he looking up at me from where he was sitting on his bed.

 “Why do you say that?” he said furrowing his eyebrows. 

“Because I want to fuck your brains out,” I said mater of factly turning around looking at him straight in the eyes. 

He just shook his head. “God, your a naughty little girl,” (GIF) he took a deep breath just staring at me with lust in his eyes. 

“Come here,” I bit my lip walking up to him standing right in front of his knees. 

“Yes?” I asked

“Why do you say such naughty things to me?” He said pulling me down onto his lap. 

“I don’t know,” I said running my hands through his soft hair.

 “On a serious note.” he said looking up at me while I was still playing with his hair.

 “Yeah,” I said still not looking into his eyes just playing with his hair. 

“Do you say those because i’m older than you and you think you need to say those things?” he asked grabbing my chin making me look at him. 

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you?” he asked again in a harsher tone.

 I shrugged placing my head on his shoulder. “Your kinda killing the mood Stiles,” I said into the crook of his neck.

 “Can you just answer my question please.” he pleaded 

“I did” I said my head still in the crook of his neck, I could feel him shake his head but all he did was lift my head up making me look into his eyes, giving me a sweet kiss pulling me closer to him by my waist deepening the kiss. I started grinding my hips on his making him moan into our kiss he pulled away slightly.

 “Your so beautiful” he whispered centimeters away from my lips. I smiled pecking his lips. 

“Thanks” I smiled leaning back in giving him a passionate kiss tangling my hands in his hair, he broke our kiss pushing me up the bed.

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked I just nodded my head in agreement after I did so he pulled down the grey fabric of my sweat pants leaving me in just my shirt and panties. 

His hands made there way up under my shirt.

 “No bra, you are a naughty little girl.” he practically growled as he pulled my shirt over my head tossing it off the bed leaving my breasts exposed. 

He just let out a low moan leaning down kissing me, he made his way down my body stopping when he got to my panty line. To say the least i was a nervous wreck and i think Stiles could tell, I wasn’t as confident as i seemed. He looked up at me running his hands up and down my thighs. 

“Baby, whats wrong.” He asked worry evident in his tone.

 “Nothing,” I said moving my hands to cover my breasts feeling to exposed. 

“Its just i’ve never done anything more that what we have already done, I know I make it seem like it with what i say but really you were only my second kiss.”  I said at a fast pace. “Can I put a shirt back on?” I said shifting uncomfortably. 

“Yeah, of course,” he said getting up off the bed grabbing one of his t-shirts from his dresser handing it to me, I pulled it over my head as Stiles came and sat next to me grabbing my hand.

 “I’m sorry.” I said playing with his hand. 

“Why are you sorry?” he asked

 “I don’t know i just feel like i’m being a tease.” I said sorry in my tone.

“No babe, its okay and i know you haven’t done everything. I wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He smiled sweetly.

 “I know you wouldn’t” I said standing up from my spot on the bed making my way over to my pants that were on the floor putting them back on. 

“Do you want to spend the night?” I smiled at the thought.

 “Tomorrows Monday, also Scott would murder me.” 

Stiles was about to say something but was cut off by my phone ringing. “Speak of the devil.” I said showing Stiles my phone screen, answering it Scott spoke first.

 “Where are you?” I sighed knowing he would blow up. 

“Im at Stiles why?” I questioned 

“WHat!?” he asked sounding like I killed his dog. 

“I’m at Stiles,” I stated again.

“Yes, I heard you,” he said 

“Get home, right know,” he said in a threading tone.

  “Okay,” I said hanging up the phone.

 “What was that about?” Stiles asked 

“I’ve got to go, he’s really mad for some reason.” I shrugged 

 “Okay, um just text me when you get home,” he said standing up pecking my lips. 

“I Love You.” I heard him whisper when I left his room, I don’t think he released that i had heard him.

 “I love you too,” I whispered as I make my way down the stairs and to my car.

~At your house~ 

I opened the door to my house. 

“Scott?!” I yelled looking around for him.

 “Come here” I heard the firm tone from the living room making my head turn quickly. As I entered the room I saw it was him and Kira on th couch. 

“Are you serious right now?” I asked dropping my bag on the couch. 

“Deadly.” he said with a angry expression on his face.

 “Whats this even about?” I asked 

“You and Stiles.” He stated like it was obvious to me.

“Are you fucking serious!” I yelled 

“YES IM SERIOUS” he yelled back at me his eyes turning bright red.

 “Scott” Kira said grabbing his arm as I took a few steps back away from him.

 “Did you two have sex, (Y/N)” he asked I just rolled my eyes crossing my arms. 

“Why are you so admin about this, why do you need to know I don’t ask when you and Kira have sex so why are you so on my case about it?” I said in a angry tone.

 “It’s different.” he said in a firm voice.

 “how? how is it different Scott?” I asked fuming with anger.

“Because he would be taking my baby sisters innocence.” he huffed


 “(Y/N)” he protested.

“Fuck off Scott,” I said making my way up the stairs slamming the door.

(Part 3?? jk i know you want more already on it.)

anonymous asked:

How do you think Kagami would react the first time he sees Aomine seriously angry? Because I don't think that's happened in canon (in fact, the only moment I can think of right now where Aomine was seriously angry was when he punched Haizaki) (On the other hand everyone's seen Kagami almost lose his cool multiple times). What do you think would cause it? Jealousy, maybe? Or maybe just some protective instinct of Kagami (though he's certainly capable of protecting himself)?

(I love this ask so much anon. Like. So much.)

Actually I wouldn’t call what Aomine was at Haizaki “seriously angry”, tbh! I still think he was being very rational at the moment, and yeah he was angry, but he knew what he was doing, imho. But anyway he was somewhat pissed so we’re gonna count it, and aside from that and the times he yelled at people for being weak during Teikou Arc, I think the only other THREE times we’ve seen Aomine angry are, first just after the first Touou-Seirin, when some of the Touou players were shit talking Kuroko and he went all protective-best-friend-mode over him. That was super nice. Second and third are both in Extra Game, the first as he watched the Jabberwock-STRKY game and the other when Nash hit Kuroko.

Also if we wanna count it as pseudo-canon, in the second chapter of KnB Replace (which is somewhere in the first novel I guess) he got angry when some creeps were bothering Momoi.

(don’t you just love how protective Aomine is I sure do)

So that said, and keeping in mind that my jealous!Aomine closes on himself more than exploding in anger (that’s more Kagami) (Aomine self doubts and pouts and stops talking and Kagami has to understand by himself why he’s being a prick now and that brings everything to yelling and fighting) (but at first there’s no explosive anger) - keeping all this in mind I think the first time Kagami actually sees Aomine angry, like ready to rip your guts out and strangle you with them kind of angry, would be caused by protectiveness

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

How about we see Tom confessing his love to Marco, but in his own language so Marco has no clue what he's saying. Then Marco has a talk with Janna to translate what he said. :D

Here you go! This was fun and cute to write. Disclaimer, what Tom is saying IS gibberish because I don’t know enochian and I couldn’t find a translator. Sorry! I hope you like it anyways!


“Marco?” Tom called. He was standing by the door looking like he was ready to throw up.

“Hey Tom, what’s up?” Marco asked, usually the demon just came in. It was weird seeing him look so nervous, standing there shaking. “Are you alright, dude? You look like you’re going to be sick.” Marco pointed out. Tom opened his mouth to say something, the floor burning up under him.

“Marco I….” Tom groaned. “EVH SHERO MICKERAN NERTODON AZKEVAH POINERTID XIFQUINA QUIFDZINEKRIK AKFBWOC KWLALF ALS CZXJEW AJXKE AKSKCMEO JROWLXN ASLFNEKQHNX.” Tom finished what he was… gargling? And took a deep breath. His face was deep red and he was literally in flames.

“Um…. Tom I’m not to sure what-” Marco cut himself off when Tom vanished. “Okay… bye?”


“Tom stopped by today.” Marco said. Star nodded and continued drawing on the floor with crayons like a child.

“What did he say?”

“No clue.” Marco admitted. “He squawked something weird and ran away. He looked nervous.” Marco explained. Janna looked up from her phone.

“Dude what did he say?”

“I just said I don’t know.” Marco responded. Janna rolled her eyes.

“No, he probably was speaking Enochian! That’s what demons speak! And it can sound garbled sometimes.” She responded.

“You think he was?” Marco asked. Janna nodded. “Well can you help me translate what he was saying?” Marco asked. Janna nodded and opened her back back. She took out a thick book.

“Okay, so here’s the general dictionary.” Janna introduced. “I’m kinda rough at Enochian pronunciation so bear with me.” Janna started reading some of the words from the book.

“I don’t really remember what he was saying.” Marco responded. “I didn’t sound like any of that.”

“I told you I’m bad at this.” Janna defended. She kept reading.

“That word! He definitely said that!” Marco cried think they got somewhere.

“That word means ‘the’… we might want to keep looking.” Janna suggested.


“That can’t be right.” Marco insisted.

“Marco, we’ve been working at the for hours. And you said yourself!” Star jumped up.

“Yeah but… why?” Marco asked. He couldn’t wrap his head around what they had translated.

“Why not?” Star asked.

“This can’t be right. We must have translated something wrong.” Marco insisted.

“Well there’s only one way to find out.” Janna gave Marco a look. He sighed.

“Okay, I guess I have to go talk to Tom.”


Marco knocked on the door, when Tom answered he looked like he was the other day.

“Marco! H-hey… hi, Marco.” He rambled.

“So I wanted to talk to you about what you said to be the other day.” Marco said. Tom began to burn up all around him.

“Y-yeah?” He asked. Trying to remain calm.

“Well. Janna and Star and I tried to translate it. Janna said it might have been Enochian?”

“It was.” Tom admitted.

“Great because we think we got it but… I mean it can’t be right.” Marco laughed a little. “Because we translated it to you saying… you were in love with me and stuff…” Marco trailed off. Tom blushed violently and tried to keep from burning off his jacket. “That's… not it, is it?” Marco asked. Tom bit his lip.

“No… No of course not.” Tom lied. Hurt and disappointment flashed across Marco’s face.

“Oh… well alright then.” Marco nodded. “What did you say?”

“I was just… nothing important…” Tom lied again. Marco looked sad but then forced a smiled.

“Yeah, it would have been dumb to think that you said you loved me. That stupid.” Marco forced a laugh. Tom’s ear dropped but he also put in a fake smile.

“Yeah… that’d be pretty dumb.” Tom shuffled around. “Well I have to go.” He said quickly. And ran inside, closing the door. Marco sighed and took a deep breath. He was about to leave, but he turned around and knocked on the door again. Tom answered. “Yeah?” He asked, confused as to what he was doing now.

“It’s not dumb.” Marco said too fast. “Um… even if that’s not what you said… your feelings aren’t dumb. So if you like me then it’s fine and it’s not weird.” Marco promised. Tom was silent. “Can you tell me what you said?” Marco pleaded. Tom sighed.

“You were right! I said I loved you! Okay? I told you how great you were and how much I love you!” Tom cried. “I… I’m sorry.” Tom whispered. Marco smiled at him warmly.

“Don’t be sorry Tom… I like you too.” Marco told him. Tom looked shocked. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something because… I always… kind of knew.” Marco admitted. Tom looked up shocked.


“Dude, you’re not slick. Do you think I don’t notice how often you burn up around me? And you stutter and get all shy… Yeah you’re not slick, Tom.” Marco admitted. Tom looked humiliated, his face was bright red. “Yeah, you’re doing it now.” Marco said.

“Do I look stupid?” Tom asked. Marco laughed.

“Yeah… But in a cute way.”

First Glance

Prompt 34 “DO you believe in love at first sight”

I cant stand my family so I wrote instead. Hope you enjoy!

“y/n pleeeaassseeeee, come over for dinner” you look up from your desk and see Queenie Goldstein with puppy dog eyes. 

“Queenie, you know I'm busy, I would love to but, I'm swamped with work” you say, praying she would buy the excuse. 

“Nuh uh y/n, you’re coming to dinner and that's that. I know you’re not busy, nice try though” she giggles and walks off leaving you slightly shocked. 

How on earth did she know that? Sighing you dive back into your work, dreading dinner tonight. Queenie walks smirking, she spots Tina and Newt walking out of the Wand Permit office. 

“Tina! Newt! We have a guest tonight for dinner” Queenie says happily. 

“Who Queenie?” Tina asks, though not surprised, Queenie did this a lot.

“It’s a surprise, well a surprise for Mr. Scamander” Newt looks up at Queenie in confusion.

“Queenie what exactly do you mean?” He asks, slightly nervous.

“Oh nothing, See you two tonight” she walks off happily leaving behind a very confused Newt. 

~Timeskip to that night~ 

“why did I agree to this again, stupid queenie and being nice and inviting me to things” you mumble under your breath as you walk to Queenie’s apartment. 

You were an introverted person, perfectly content with sitting at home reading a book. You would admit you wished there was someone in your life, but everyone you met was too, how do you say it, annoying. Always wanting to go out, it was absolutely exhausting. You stop at the doorway, fixing your hair a bit you knock on the door. The door opens and you are immediately met with the warm air and wonderful smell of the Goldstein apartment. 

“Y/n! I’m so glad you came, please come in” Queenie ushers you in, you take off your coat and hang it up. 

“um, thank you for having me tonight.” you say nervously to Tina and Queenie. 

“Oh don’t be nervous sweetheart, besides, we have one more person that's going to join us” 

“Who?” you ask, getting more nervous 

“a friend of ours, in fact, Tina could you get him from his case please” 

HIM, it’s bad enough you’re so awkward already, but now a guy is here too. 

“Queenie, why didn’t you tell me that um he would be joining us tonight?” 

She gives a little smirk “because I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you” you were about to speak when Tina walks out with someone else. 

“Y/N L/N, meet Mr. Newt Scamander” You meet his eyes and are taken back, he had the piercing green eyes. 

His hair flopped to the side in an adorable manner and he looked as nervous as you. Newt looked at you and his heart skipped a beat. You had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. You had him in a trance. 

“If you two are done making eyes at each other, I'm going to go help Queenie” Tina says walking away. 

“S-so um Mr. Scamander what do you do for a living?” 

“I'm a Magizoologist” he says shyly. 

“A magizoo what know?” You ask, you have never heard that word let alone that occupation before. 

“I study Magical Creatures, I'm currently writing a book on them.” He says, getting less shy. 

“Hm, sounds wonderful, love to read it sometime.” 

“Would you like to meet them?” You choke on your drink, He had them WITH him. 

“Uh sure” His eyes light up and he grabs your hand ready to bolt to his case. 

“Slow down there, dinner is ready. Eat first. Creatures later” Queenie says with stern eyes. 

“But Queenieeeeee” Newt pleads. 

“No buts Mr. Sit” Newt sighs and walks over to the dinner table. “

Oh and Newt, you can let go of Y/n’s hand now” He looks down and sees your hands are still intertwined. 

He quickly let’s go and rubs his neck sheepishly. You two sit next to each other and become trapped in Conversation. 

“Y/n, I have a rather silly question.” Newt says fidgeting with his hand. 

“What would it be Newt” 

“Do you believe in Love at First sight?” You think for a moment 

“After meeting you Mr. Scamander, I think I do” 

Newt grinned, “I’m glad you think so because I think I’m in love with you Y/N”. 

Across the table Queenie had a big grin on her face, leaning over to Tina she whispered something. 

“My plan worked quite well didn’t it”

Last story of 2016!!! 

spooky-apostate  asked:

speak to me in ur dulcet tones abt Taako/Kravitz

*cracks knuckles* i want you to know that as im writing this im listening to i wanna boi by pwr bttm on repeat.

okay can i just first off start by saying that this relationship is already going to be Hysterical because literally the first thing taako did when he met kravitz was go “hey buddy im gonna turn you into tentacle porn whats your name so i can credit you in this tentacle porn hey buddy you shoulda stayed handsome buddy” 

yeah @taako you just went on a date with this guy hows that. hows that going for ya. how is that going for you, friend. do you think thats gonna bite you in the ass? cause i do.

Keep reading

What a bitch (Luke Request)

“Please just give it a chance.” Luke begged you, “Come on babe if you hate it that much I’ll fake sick and we can leave.” He wanted you to go on a double date with Ash and his girlfriend.

Apparently, Ash and him had an idea in their heads that their girlfriends were going to be best friends. That was very unlikely.

You weren’t one to complain and do your best to keep Luke happy.. But Ashton’s girl was just not easy to get along with. Honestly, Bryanna was kind of rude.

You laughed, “You’re a terrible actor Luke don’t even try that.”

He frowned and then put on his puppy dog face “Please just do it for me.. I know you’re going to say yes because your the best girlfriend a guy could ask for.” He smiled cheekily.

“Ughhhhhh fine,” you groaned, “only because I like you.”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “you love me”

Luke moved to sit next to you in the back seat of Ashton’s car as you guys sat parked outside Bryanna’s apartment.

“She’ll be down soon, I promise” Ash apologized for her lateness. You had already been there fifteen minutes.

“Its all good dude” Luke told him, “theres no rush”

You looked out the window in attempts to hide your eye roll. What the hell? The guys literally rush you on a regular basis including today.

Bryanna finally came down and hopped in the front seat of the car leaning in to passionately kiss Ashton for an unnecessary amount of time.

You and Luke looked at each other with the same disgusted facial expression, trying to hold back laughter.

Ashton finally pulled away from her to speak, “You remember Y/N, Luke’s girlfriend, right baby?” He asked her.

She turned back and looked you over from head to toe, “uhhh maybe, we might have met before?” She said in her high pitched voice.

This girl can’t be serious you thought, you’ve literally met her at least five or six times. Luke looked at you, probably hoping you wouldn’t snap, because he knew that kind of shit annoyed you.

You put on a fake smile, raising your eyebrows slightly, “we’ve definitely met before.” You nodded your head.

“O.M.G” she spelt out, “I’m sooo sorry, Ash just knows so many people its hard to remember everyone.” She flipped her hair turning back around to talk to Ash.

You weren’t letting her get off that easy, “It’s totally okay,” you told her, “I’m only dating his best friend.”

You were already over being around this girl and could not understand how oblivious the guys were to how awful she could be. She seriously needed an attitude adjustment.

Luke looked at you with pleading eyes. You bit your bottom lip for a second then forced a smile. He slid towards you into the middle seat and entwined your fingers.

He leaned fowards between Ashton and Byranna looking back and forth between the two of them. “Sooo you excited for the comedy show, Bry?” he asked excitedly.

“I guess,” she answered, “I just hope the guy doesn’t suck.”

It was your idea to go to a comedy show. It was the perfect setting for a double date you didn’t want to be on. You could drink as much as you needed to and talk as little as possible.

On the walk into the comedy club Luke grabbed your arm, holding you back so Ashton and Bryanna could walk ahead. “Please just make an effort,” he asked “if Ash likes her so much, its got to be for a reason.”

You laughed, “You mean aside from the fact that she came from the same mold as Barbie?”

Luke laughed, “Come on babe, hes not that shallow, you know that.”

“I know, he’s just blinded by looooove” you said sarcastically.

He laughed again, putting his arm around you and begining to walk. “Seriously though,” he insisted, “be nice.. I can’t even count the amount of times you rolled your eyes on the car ride over here.”

“Okay, okay .. you can’t count I get it” you giggled and leaned up to give him a quick kiss.

Once you got inside you found the booth where Ash and Bryanna were seated and joined them. The night ended up not being completely horrible. Probably because there was minimal conversation.

You, Ashton, and Luke were all clearly having a great time. You all laughed hysterically at most of the comdeian’s jokes and the guys were trying to crack some of their own. Bryanna, however, sat on her phone most of the time texting and scrolling through instagram and twitter. It was pretty rude, but whatever at least you didn’t have to talk to her.

At the intermission of the show Bryanna stood up from the table, “I’m gonna pee” she told Ash obnoxiously.

Luke patted your lower back lightly. He clearly still wanted you to ‘make an effort’.

“Wait, me too!” you told her.

You walked together to the bathroom line in silence. You finally made the effort to talk to her when you both stood washing your hands.

“So, I think they want us to be friends.” you told her.

She looked up making eye contact with you in the mirror, she was unimpressed, “No offence, but I don’t really need any more friends.” she told you.

You were shocked, what a bitch. You didn’t really know what to say after that so you just responded with a simple “uhmmmmmm okay”.

You were suprised when she continued talking to you. “So how serious are you and Luke?”

Why the fuck did she care? you thought. “Like ten months serious,” you said confused, “Why?”

She walked over and grabbed a paper towel flipping her hair in the process. “Oh I don’t know, I just didn’t realize he was in a relationship.. he doesn’t really act like it.”

Was this girl fucking serious, she doesn’t talk to you all night and now she wants to make comments about your relationship? No Fucking Way.

You were pissed and confused, “Uhhhh what are you talking about?” you asked carefully, trying not to show your anger.

“Honestly, I’ve been trying to hook him up with my friend Jill. They really hit it off in Amsterdam.. I really thought it was going to be a thing.. you know they text a lot.” she raised an eyebrow smirking at you.

You were speechless. Your mouth dropped open about the same time you felt your chest tighten.

“Ya, I know,” Bryanna continued, “Its so weird they have like a connection or something but like, here you are.. his girlfriend he failed to mention to her … pretty shady if you ask me.”

What the fuck was this girl talking about? Luke would never do that to you. Right?

You just shook your head, “That is pretty weird.” you told her trying not to show all the emotions rushing through you. “We should get back.”

When you returned to the table you could hardly look at Luke. You just really did not want to be there anymore. You didn’t know what to do you didn’t want to leave, because that would be like letting Bryanna win and you couldn’t give her that satisfaction.

The lights dimmed again and the comedian returned to the stage. He didn’t seem as funny anymore. Luke could tell something was up and moved closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist. You noticed Bryanna watching from across the table.

You didn’t want him touching you, you hated the conflicted way that you felt, but acting like everything was okay was not going to help the situation.

You scooted over, pushing Lukes arm off of you. “Sorry, its hot.” you lied.

“What’s wrong?” Luke whispered into your ear, “Your being weird.”

You spoke before thinking, “I want to go home, like home home.. but thats really far so I’m stuck here.”

Luke’s face fell, “What are you talking about?” he whispered back to you.

You looked at Bryanna and Ashton who were now both enjoying the show, holding eachother and smiling. You shook your head, “Just forget it.”

Luke exhaled deeply. “I’m not letting this go.” he said now seeming a bit agitated.

You shook your head, “Don’t worry, me either.”

When you got back to the boys house you didn’t know where to go. There was no way to avoid Luke. He followed you up to his room and you took a seat on his bed.

“Talk” he said sterenly, “we were having a great night, What the fuck happened?”

“I do not like her at all.” you shook your head.

“Okay well you don’t have to be a bitch to her, or me.” he obviously regretted saying it as soon as the word left his mouth.

“I’m a bitch? okay good to know what you think Luke… You know I did this for you tonight, I tried my best to be nice to her and make friends with her for you, because I care about you, I wanted to make you happy.” you said with an attitude.. not sounding very convincing.

“Okay then what the fuck happened, what the fuck is your problem?” he asked continuing to raise his voice.

You stared at him, trying to compose yourself. You opened your mouth to speak but stopped, needing to find the right words. “Who is Jill?” you asked hesitantly.

He looked shocked. He shook his head, “Jill? Bryanna’s friend?”

“She told me about her”

“What do you mean she told you about her?” Luke looked genuinly confused, “We hung out with that girl for like two days.. she came with Bryanna when she visited us on tour.. What does she have to do with this?”

Did Brynna lie to you about this girl? Was she just trying to start a fight between you and Luke? What kind of person does that?

“Do you text her?” you asked half heartedly.

“I mean she asked me for my number so I gave it to her.. It would have been awkward to say no.. but you can read the conversations if you really want.. she texts me first every time.. stupid shit like good luck at our show.. just being nice…I don’t get what she has to do with this still?”

You exhaled deeply, “I trust you Luke.. I was being stupid.. Bryanna really just gets under my skin for some reason.. She told me in the bathroom tonight that you text Jill all the time.. and that she was shocked you have a girlfriend because you don’t act like it.”

Luke clenched his jaw, “Fuck that girl” You assumed he meant Bryanna. He turned storming out of the room. Oh Shit.

“Luke! Babe, wait where are you going?!” You called running after him.

He headed straight downstairs to the living room where Ashton and Bryanna were cuddled up on one of the couches. He stopped in front of them and you finally caught up to him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he asked in an almost scary tone.

Ashton and Bryanna both sat up now. “Yo man slow down, what the hell is wrong?”

Luke ignored Ashton looking directly at Bryanna, “You are fucked up you know that, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Ashton was getting mad now too, he stood up and got in Luke’s face, “Don’t fucking talk to her like that!” he spat..

You stood there helplessly as they cursed at eachother. This was the last thing you expected to happen. They were really in eachothers faces screaming now, you were scared one of them was going throw a punch.

“STOP” you yelled, grabbing Lukes hand pulling him back towards you. “Stop fighting, please.” You begged Luke, “This isn’t Ashton’s fault.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Ashton asked confused. Bryanna said nothing sitting on the couch with a smug look on her face.

Luke looked at Bryanna now more calmly, “Why the hell would you tell my girlfriend, who you were made very aware of, that I have been talking to one of your friends and that I don’t act like I’m in a relationship?!”

Ashton looked between the two of them, “Thats fucked up Bry would never do that.” he defended.

“It is fucked up,” Luke agreed, “Thats why I want to know what the fuck her problem is”

Ashton looked at Bryanna, “You would never do that would you baby?” she said nothing and looked at the floor. Her plan was blowing up in her face.

Ashton looked at you next, you felt sad for him because it seemed like he was coming to a realization about the person he was with. You nodded your head letting him know it was true.

Ashton stood there speechless. You grabbed Luke’s arm, “We should go back upstairs.”

Luke agreed, looking at Ash sadly now too. “Sorry man” he shrugged and followed after you.

“That was unnecessary,” you said to Luke as you got back into his room. “I feel bad for Ash” you continued, “He really likes her, god knows why”

Luke shook his head, “He doesn’t need someone like that in his life, it sucks but he hopefully sees what she is really like now.” He moved towards you, “I’m lucky to have you,” he said softly pushing your hair away from your eyes.

You smiled sweetly wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m lucky to have you”

Hii.. okay so this is my first request and  I tried to follow what the anon wrote as best as possible so I hope you like it … it kind of just turned into what it is… Please let me know what you think!!! also put any requests in my ask box please!!!! I haven’t had time to think up a story line for my next series yet so maybe someone could inspire me =] anyway thank for reading as always!!!

Check out my other stuff: 

What are we doing? (Luke)

Don’t You Go (Mikey) 

Not All the Same (Calum)

Been a While… (Your Fav)  

percyyoulittleshit  asked:

37 Percabeth

37: Wanna dance?

Percy takes one look at the party, and immediately congratulates himself on his decision to skip it. Not that he had all that much of a choice in the first place, since he’d been at work, but he gives himself the credit anyway, because he still would’ve skipped it even if he hadn’t been working.

The only reason he’s even here now is a series of nearly unintelligible texts from Annabeth, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. He makes eye contact with Jason, wedged in some corner looking around the room with an expression of vague disgust. Jason shoots him a flat look that Percy knows to mean: don’t you just love it when all our friends decide to get shitfaced and we have to babysit them? Percy salutes him in sympathy, and wades, reluctantly, into the crowd.

Keep reading

JORDAN PARRISH THEORY...but like not because i am right fight me

Okay so I think I know what Jordan Parrish is…besides a sweet ignorant baby with an interest in carrying off dead bodies

He is totes a mothertrippin Dullahan. What’s a dullahan? Well let me inform you friend. Here is the wiki definition: “The Irish dullahan…is a type of unseelie fairy.” Yeah i think Parrish is an irish fairy. wanna fight about it? But think about this. We know Jeff loves his irish/celtic lore–druids & banshees.

PAUSE! Okay so just think about this: Lydia is a banshee (wiki: “In legend, a banshee is a fairy woman”) LYDIA IS A FAIRY WOMAN AND DESERVES A FAIRY MAN. HOW nipple twisting cute is that shit???? TOO CUTE I TELL YOU! One predicts death and the other shows up to be like hello yes I am here to claim the dead. but we will get to that next. JUST REMEMBER THEY WILL MAKE A PERFECT IRISH FAIRY DEATH COUPLE AND I AM ON BOARD.

Lets continue with the holy text of wikipedia: “The dullahan is a headless rider, usually on a black horse who carries his or her own head under one arm. The head’s eyes are small, black, and constantly dart about like flies, while the mouth is constantly in a hideous grin that touches both sides of the head.”

Okay I know what you are thinking. Headless? Horses? That sounds nothing like Parrish you stupid rancid mcrib. OKAY BUT JUST WAIT. I don’t know about the headless part (Jeff always has those weird twists like how the desert wolf shot up Malia’s car like yeah screw that no thanks), but lets tackle the horse part.

Remember this scene?

Parrish was set on fire by some monster assassin loser trying to claim some of that sweet sweet deadpool money. Yeah friggin badass right? Well let me show you something that will blow your little werewolf loving heart out of your chest.

I KNOW RIGHT? That cannot be a coincidence. We all know Jeff is an evil genius…well at least evil thats for sure and would totally plan this out. I MEAN LOOK AT THAT FREAKING MAJESTIC FIERY HORSE. and doesnt that even look like a smiling face on the rider??? COME THE NICK NACK PATTY WACK ON GUYS.

Now let’s keep moving through this wikipedia article, because we all know Jeff and the writers check the wiki, remember when he told us to look up the wikipedia page for Valack. Yeah. Me too. Well as Doc Valack would encourage, lets keep reading.

You caught that shit right????

Perish? PERISH? PerrISDsPOSOPERISHFJASJKsh? PARRISH? COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT. Leave it to Jeff to pull this kind of stunt and laugh at us behind our backs. Snickering as he hordes all his secrets like a dragon…which parrish is definitely not so stop with that. DRAGONS ARE NOT HAPPENING IN TEEN WOLF AND I WILL EAT TWENTY-TWO SHOES IF HE IS A DRAGON…one and a half if he is a phoenix, but i dont think so.

Okay lets keep going. “There is no way to bar the road against a dullahan–all locks and gates open to them when they approach.” No wonder no amount of security could keep Parrish out. He just showed up wherever he sensed the sweet scent of death and said this is mine now see you bitches later and took what he wanted like the burglar of my heart he is.

Now lets get to the part that hit me with this weeks episode and kicked me straight in the balls. “They do not appreciate being watched while on their errands, throwing a basin of blood on those who dare to do so…”

OKAY YOU HAVE SHIVERS RIGHT? ME TOO. LIKE I AM SITTING HERE IN THE ARCTIC WRITING THIS SHIT. SUBZERO LIKE JEFF’S HEART. Parrish might not have a basin of blood but he sure as daddyfreaking hell does not appreciate being watched and will FALCON PUNCH SOME BLOOD STRAIGHT OUT OF SOME KIDS FACE ONTO YOU.

Why is Stiles always covered in blood Jeff? Why? Do you enjoy watching me suffer jk I love it. I live for bloody!stiles. and murderbaby!stiles (mmm im gonna write a fanfic on this soon)

Okay time to get off track real quick. So the next part is “[splashing some innocent baby’s face with blood is] often a mark that they are among the next to die…” OKAY DONT FREAK YET. I believe Stiles was supposed to die with Roscoe. I mean we all know how connected to that jeep stiles is like NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND. SERIOUSLY. I think when the jeep was thrown into the fiery bowels of hell stiles was supposed to die with it, but then something outside of nature prevented the natural cycle of the mark of the dullahan. Theo is a chimera (maybe? probably? Yes? screw it lets say yes currently for my sanity’s sake. JEFF SURRENDER YOUR SECRETS) and so even though Stiles should have died, Theo was able to save him because Theo doesnt play by the natural rules of the supernatural world WHICH ARE CHANGING…yEAH you heard me Theo saved Stiles. He is still a little piece of shit (but he is my little piece of shit) and he saved Stiles from certain Irish fairy curse death!


So essentially a dullahan spawned the lore of the headless horseman and so what do we all know about the headless horse man? Uh maybe that there are multiple examples of him carrying a flaming pumpkin head to throw at people and his horse Has blood red, mess you up something fierce eyes,

Jeff took the original lore and added a bit of modern flair and then took it one step further to throw us off. The headless horseman is considered a fire creature in like every video game ever and who else do we know that has burning, ill punch you straight in the face eyes?

THATS RIGHT PARRISH. And literally this has been my entire saturday freaking out about this crap and writing it all down. If you still dont believe me well you are gonna get a rude awakening in the next few episodes AND IF I AM WRONG I HAVE SOME SHOES WAITING TO BE SHOVED INTO MY FACE HOLE.

Maybe the headless part is just that this season has made me lose my mind. IF I HAVE TO WATCH THESE POOR CHILDREN SUFFER ANYMORE. BYE.