Tawns of Fun

Imagine dating Jordan and Stiles and the former offers to show you how to perform a strip search on the latter.

Imagine realizing Parrish is the most sensible member of your throuple when he refuses to videotape you and Stiles doing it on the sheriff’s couch.

“But you’re still going to film us later, on ______’s couch?”

“Later,” the deputy agreed. “Now... Never try to bang at my workplace ever again.”

Imagine dating Jordan and Stiles. Stiles is too squeamish around needles to get your name or initials tattooed, so Jordan brands him for you.

Imagine your boyfriend Jordan rushing to the hospital immediately after being informed you’ve been in an accident.

Everything’s going okay, he’s pressing soft kisses all over your face, gently squeezing you hand, saying comforting words. Then you let slip you just found out you’re pregnant. 

“I haven’t done anything to you that would make that happen!” 

“No, but the Hellhound has.”

Imagine teasing Jordan Parrish about how he should become a str*pper on the side because of all the buttcheekin’ around he does as a hellhound.

Jordan: “How much money would you stuff into my g-str*ng?” 

You: “‘Bout five bucks.” 

Jordan: *pretending to be angry* “I’m worth five dollars?” 

You: “You’re priceless, Jordan. I just don’t feel like spending a lot of money when I keep getting eyefuls for free.”

Note: We are all Tyler Posey at :26. Expect more reposts from my old blog.

Imagine Jordan giving you his number after telling you that your idea for him to wear a fireproof tracking collar just in case the Hellhound takes control again is very sexy.

(It was actually a serious suggestion.)

Imagine coming up with a foolproof way to seduce Deputy Parrish. 

You: “How about a three-way with Stiles and me?”

Jordan: “...There is no way I am going to hook up with the sheriff’s son.”

You: “Just me, then?”