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Committed The Robbery

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 3.000+

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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Sometimes you gotta make your own ship content, be the change you want to see in the world. Messy but fun comic, and a little fic under the cut. I’m most definitely not a writer, and incredibly rusty, but enjoy nonetheless?

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What, didja think I was done making designs for Ghost Rider: Re-Imagined?  PSHHHH NOOOOOO

So here we have two characters, one of which wasn’t even part of my original plan for the reimagining!  Say hi to Gunmetal Gray and Clara Blaze!  (and no, her real name will NOT be “Naomi Kale” here)

Like what you see?  Click here for more of my Ghost Rider redesigns!

Head on under the cut for brief character bios!

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#8 Betrayed (Tyler)

Request from anon: 

Could you write an imagine where you’re dating Tyler and you go on tour with them both and one night they have a party at their bus with a couple other bands they’re touring with (of your choice) and you’re both super drunk and you see Tyler flirting with another girl and get super jealous and he ends up making out with her or something and you get super upset and go to the back room to talk to josh about it and you can end it however you like, sorry this is so long! I just love your imagines!<3

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This is such a sick request cause I don’t get a lot of Tyler requests and it’s so detailed which is so nice cause I know exactly what to write and just afdjka thanks anon!

(Also hi??? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?)

Warnings: light cheating, alcohol

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Your boyfriend Tyler and his yellow-haired best friend jog off stage as the encore confetti continues to rain down on the roaring crowd and the arena lights come up. Tyler quickly makes his way over to where you were standing in the wings and wraps you in his sweaty arms, kissing you. 

“How was it, babe?” he asks. 

“Brilliant, as always,” you reply and he kisses you again with a grin. 

You all begin to walk back to the dressing rooms so the boys can shower before heading out to the buses. Backstage isn’t the normal mess of people trying to get everything packed so it can be loaded onto trucks and shipped off to the next venue, since the boys have another show here the next night. And that means one thing and one thing only: a party. 

It’s tour tradition that whenever the band has an extra night at a venue, they take a break from writing after the show and have a little get together with the crew and supporting bands. The boys are always reluctant to call them parties, but anybody who’s ever been lucky enough to attend one knows that they usually got out of hand rather quickly. 

Tyler and Josh head off toward the showers while you go out to the bus to see that Mark is already preparing a bonfire and snack/booze table outside the boys’ bus. 

“It’s gonna be a good one tonight, Y/N. We haven’t had one in ages and the venue left all this laying out,” he says to you as he sees you approach, gesturing to a table of food and alcohol. 

“I’m sure it will be,” you say, climbing onto the bus and leaving him to finish setting up. 

The boys come out about an hour later after getting cleaned up and doing meet and greets. The crew, Mutemath, and Chef Special all show up shortly after, and the party is in full swing. Alcohol flowing, dance music blasting, and a raging bonfire at the center of it all. The air is crisp, but not cold, and the fire combined with the dancing and alcohol is keeping everyone comfortably warm. 

You and Tyler haven’t seen much of each other since the party started, both swept up in socializing with your friends. But you have been keeping an eye on him throughout the party as his steps get sloppier as the alcohol takes over his system. It’s not that you don’t think he can handle himself; you know he can. You just worry about him, and he does the same with you. 

But you haven’t seen his familiar head of black hair in a bit, and the alcohol clouding your thoughts certainly isn’t aiding your search. The last you saw, he was hanging around the bonfire next to some blonde you recognized as one of Chef Special’s crew. You hadn’t thought much of it, but you couldn’t help the sting of jealousy and fear in your chest as you realize you can’t find the likes of her either. 

You try not to panic. You know Tyler as well as anyone, and you know he would never do something like this. Never. He’s your Tyler. But, when he’s drunk… You aren’t sure. 

You stumble through the small crowd of people and find Josh, doing your best to get your point across in your drunken state. 

“Where.. Tyler?” is all you can manage to get out. 

Josh chuckles slightly as he is significantly more sober than most people here. 

“Last I saw he was hanging with Beth from the Chef Special crew, but I haven’t seen him in a while,” he replies. 

Beth. Beth. The name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You had never even spoken to her and you already don’t like her. 

You nod slightly and shuffle off to go look for your boyfriend. You stumble onto the bus and chug a bottle of water to sober up while simultaneously looking in Tyler’s bunk for any sign of him. 

Your mind feeling slightly cleared, though still not up to normal capacity, you head around the back of the bus and finally Tyler’s familiar frame. The only problem is that that frame is pressing against Beth’s small one, their lips locked in a heated make out session that’s masked by the shadows of the bus. 

Your mind seems to be baffled by what your eyes see so clearly. You try to deny what is clearly taking place right in front of you. You can’t seem to comprehend how he could ever dream of doing that to you. 

You’re too angry to cry, too hurt to trust your voice to speak up, too confused to act. So you stand there for what feels like an eternity, stunned as your world crashes down around you. 

You’re not sure what makes him do it, but Tyler looks up about a minute after you arrive, the alcoholic glaze over his eyes immediately being replaced with regret. 

“Y/N…” he says as he abandons Beth and rushes toward you, grabbing your hand, but you immediately yanking it away. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spit at him. The anger in your voice is challenged by the tears that finally seem to catch up to your brain and you turn to go anywhere but here. 

Tyler trails you back to the party, but you lose him in the crowd of people. You spot Josh once again as the tears fall down your cheeks and his brows furrow as he sees you. You turn to get on the bus with Josh following close behind. 

You slam the bus door shut before anyone can follow you and you are immediately met with a the sound of a fist pounding on the closed door as you lean your weight on it to keep the rest of the world out. 

“Y/N, open up. I just want to talk,” Josh says. 

You hesitate for a moment. That’s Tyler’s best friend. What if he’s just trying to get you to talk to Tyler? But then again, you and Josh had grown quite close in the time you had been dating Tyler. He cared for you like a sister. You reluctantly crack the door open and he pushes inside. 

He shuts and locks the door behind him and immediately pulls you into a hug as you sob into his shoulder. Your hands remain rigid at your side, unable to reciprocate the gesture. 

“It’s ok, you’re ok,” he softly says into your ear, but something about this sets you off and you shake him off abruptly. 

“Is it? Because I just saw Tyler making out with some blonde behind the bus,” you say curtly, the tears still spilling down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t know,” he says, and you instantly feel bad for snapping at him. 

You stand in silence for a minute before he breaks it again. 

“I’m not going to try to defend Tyler, if that’s what you’re thinking. You can talk to me, if you want,” he offers. 

You hesitate, but remember that he’s really all you have on this tour except Tyler, and now it looks as if you might not even have him anymore. You’re grateful for Josh’s offer as you sit down on the couch and he sits next to you, ready to listen. 

“I just.. I got worried about him because I know he can get irrational when he drinks and I went looking for him and there he was, behind the bus with her and then he tried to talk to me and I ran…” you pause. It really isn’t much of a story, but it helps you to say it out loud. “I don’t want it to be real, but now I’m on this tour with you guys and I can’t afford to go home but I can’t stay and see him every day and I don’t know if I can forgive him. Not now, not ever…” 

Your stomach sinks at the thought of breaking up with Tyler. 

“Y/N… I know I said I wouldn’t defend him, and I won’t. There is no excuse for what he did. But, Tyler loves you. He needs you-” Josh starts, but you interrupt. 

“And I need him. I love him. But… I can’t stay with someone who hurts me. I’ve done it before and I can’t do it again. It will kill me. No matter what I do, it will kill me. I just… I thought Tyler and I were it, you know? I never imagined myself with anyone else,” you stop as a fresh wave of tears washes over you. “He said,” your voice shakes. “He said he would never hurt me.” 

Josh pulls you into his chest again, and this time, you welcome it, clutching Josh’s back for dear life. 

A pounding on the door pulls you from Josh’s embrace and both of your heads whip toward the door. 

“Y/N!” Tyler shouts from the other side of the closed door. “Y/N, please!” 

The desperation in his voice breaks your heart and you turn back to Josh. 

“Josh, I can’t. I can’t see him,” you start to panic. “Josh, do something, please.” 

“It’s ok, I’ll deal with it,” he says, getting up from the couch and walking to the door. 

Your gaze goes anywhere but the door as you hear Josh crack it open and Tyler’s frantic voice carries into the bus. 

“Josh, you gotta let me in, man. Please, I just need to talk to her. I can explain-” he bargains. 

“Tyler, she doesn’t want to see you. Just, go find somewhere else to spend the night,” Josh stands his ground. 

You can no longer hear the noise from the party, so you assume everyone else has gone off to bed. 

You sneak a glance at Tyler and his red ringed eyes are already on you. He’s clearly been crying. The sight of him brings fresh tears to your eyes once again. 

“Y/N, please. I know I messed up-” 

“Tyler, just go,” Josh interrupts him before he can even start. 

Tyler simply nods and turns away from the door. Josh shuts it once again and turns back to you. 

“I think I just need to go to bed,” you say and he nods. 

“Wake me up if you need anything. I mean it,” he says as you walk back to your bunk. 

You’re grateful in this moment that you and Tyler have separate bunks. Sure, you usually end up sleeping in the same one, but you don’t think you could bear spending the night in a bunk that smells only of his cologne. 

But you still lay awake all night, unable to find sleep. Tonight blurs into the next day as the sun breaks the horizon. Maybe you did sleep, maybe you didn’t, but all you know is that you’re dead tired and you feel downright numb. 

You walk out to the small kitchen to find Josh sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, as well as one across from him, presumably for you. 

You grab the mug gratefully and sip the bitter liquid. 

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice groggy. 

“I didn’t,” you reply honestly, and he looks at you sympathetically. “I think I need to go home.” 

He nods, as if he already knew what you were going to do. 

“But I don’t think I know where that is anymore,” you croak out, your voice hoarse from all the crying you’ve done over the past 12 hours. 

You can’t go back to your apartment. You shared it with Tyler. It will be too hard to be surrounded by all things Tyler. You don’t know where you’re supposed to go, but you know that you can’t be here anymore. 

Josh gets up from the table. You don’t pay too much attention to where he goes; you’re too caught up in your own thoughts. He comes back about 15 minutes later with his computer. 

“I can get you on a flight out of here in an hour, if you’re sure this is what you want,” he says. 

A smile ghosts over your lips. 

“It’s not what I want. But, it’s what I need,” you say and he nods in understanding. 

“I’m gonna use Tyler’s account. The least he can do, after all this, is buy your ticket out,” he says and you can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

You mouth ‘thank you’ across the table to Josh, not trusting your voice. He just nods. 

He leaves and comes back, this time with your suitcase, already packed. 

“I went ahead and just packed for you. It’s the least I can do. I can mail you whatever I forgot,” he says with a laugh. 

He prints your boarding pass and hands it to you as you slip on your shoes and hoodie, taking the handle of your suitcase. 

“I’ll drive you to the airport,” he says, but you shake your head.

“You’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t thank you enough,” you say and he pulls you into a tight hug for what feels like the millionth time in the last day. 

“Just… Promise me you’ll talk to him? You don’t have to change your mind, but just hear him out. I care about you both too much for this to be it for you two,” he says and you nod. 

You turn to the door and head down the stairs with your suitcase. As you open the door, you see Tyler curled up under his jacket on the ground next to the door. He doesn’t wake as you walk past him toward the cab Josh called for you, and you’re glad. You need to get out of here, and you’re not sure you could’ve done it if he had gotten to speak to you before you left. 

You world is in shambles as you board a plane away from the person you used to call home. 

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Sorry this doesn’t have a happy ending, but I just lowkey don’t like cheating fics that end happy cause cheating is so terrible ??? Idk maybe I’ll do a part two, if someone wants it. 

Anyway, hope you liked it! Requests are open :) 

Reconsider. (ii)

or… y/n rethinks her decision about leaving harry

category: mild angst & fluff 

part i. part ii.

two months later…

She wakes up to the heavy sound of pans crashing to the floor downstairs, and a cold draft of air brushing over her bare shoulder. Harry had told her that he liked to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but the A/C as well? Was the man raised by Father Christmas himself?

Her hands press around Harry’s white comforter in search for a shirt or maybe a robe to cover her barely clothed body. She’d find some way to keep more of the chilled air to hit any more of her skin. She eventually finds the silk button-up she planned on going to sleep in, down on the floor near Harry’s side of the bed; in the process of picking the shirt up, she finds herself feeling somewhat like a 5-year-old with her very first crush when she thinks about her having her own side of the bed. Of his bed.

When her shirt is somewhat buttoned up, she slips on Harry’s house shoes left by his ensuite bathroom and begins to make her way down the steps. There’s a bit of smoke clouding the area around the kitchen, but the smell coming from the large space was anything but unpleasant. She watched his bare back plate the food on a cute breakfast tray she remembers him buying the other day. He jumps, turning around to face her when he hears his shoes she was wearing slide against the marble tile.

“What are y’- Babe, no.”

She laughs at his peeved expression moving around the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Harry, it’s 6 in the morning. What are you doing up?”

“I was makin’ you food. Breakfast on your first night over, you’ve gone and ruined that now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I was the one that dropped whatever woke me up.”

He can’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “The oil splashed all over the damn handle– impossible to get a grip.”

“Do you need help carrying it to the table?” She moves to pick up a slice of a strawberry before Harry moves to swat her hands away.

“Breakfast in bed, minus the sausages I dropped. Get y’cute ass upstairs and pretend to sleep.”

She’s now the one to swat as his hands with a smile when he tries to grab squeeze of her bum. “One night of sex and you’ve already had a confidence boost?“

“Can’t help it.” he calls as she begins to scurry up his stairs.

“Give me 3 minutes to brush my teeth!”

He’d surprised her with a desk that morning, the main reason he had woken up at 4 in the morning and slept the rest of the day. She appreciated his gesture nonetheless, thankful for him taking the time to build the pesky (and very complicated) piece of furniture.

Every morning since he’d placed the desk on the left wall of his room (right under the window so that she could have the best amount of light), she’d be sat in the comfortable chair he’d provided just a few days later, doing last minute paperwork or typing away for an essay due the following night –her favorite morning talk show playing in the background.

He’d always toss a small pillow at the back of her head when he was finally awake, then spend 10 full minutes trying to convince her to get back in the bed for one last cuddle before she left for school.

When he looks over at the desk now, it’s empty. Her plush fleece sweater was no longer hung over the back of her chair, her laptop wasn’t sitting atop of the surface, displaying a PDF of a book she’s never been able to go out and buy a physical copy of. The desk looked dead, in fact– the light poking through the blinds brought anything but nice thoughts. She left her favorite pencil holders and he wonders if she’d be able to write a “good arse essay” without her lucky pen that was now sitting in an unused cabinet with the rest of her things she forgot.

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anonymous asked:

You say you're really sure that Evak will stay together and there are many reasons. Can you please reassure my heart? :(( I just feel like listening to some other perspective. I've been surrounded by a lot of negativity,

Okay, look. And these are just my logical (and a bit Evak clouded) reasonings:

• Evak has a big impact on many viewers. No surprise that the third season made this show known internationally with Isak’s story and their love. Most are rooting for their happy relationship.

• Julie listens to fans. Fans want happy endgame Evak. Simple.

• This will be a Sana season. I don’t think drama would surround them, actually. So we will probably mostly see them being beautifully in love from her eyes.

• Evak won the E!Online poll. This is literally such a know couple. A couple from a Norwegian show beating American show couples. Safe to say, they are really loved and popular. Julie understands it and appreciates it.

• Let’s compare with Season 2 and Noorhelm. Noora and William were surely meant to last. Julie admitted to building up their story carefully. Why were they broken up? Because Thomas left. It wasn’t in her plans to break them up in the story. Neither Henrik nor Tarjei are leaving. And they love Evak. There’s no needed reason for them to break up the way I see it.

• Literally, don’t see the logic behind it to hurt fans like this. Isak and Even are one of the most beautiful and touching love stories in fiction (I’m not even saying maybe, they really are, ok). They deserve happiness.

• Yeah, Even will graduate and I truly believe they will stay together, wherever he would study, because if Season 3 thought us something, is how strong they both are and how much they love each other and are willing to work for their relationship at any cost.

• They are also a positive, happy LGBT+ relationship representation in a popular show? A healthy relationship between boys that has a happy ending. There.

• And also, as I mentioned before and I’ll mention again. Henrik AKA the Evak captain would scream and refuse this idea and then probably sue.