chair sweater

Edward in school, 1918

His father, a successful lawyer, provided Edward with many advantages, including music lessons and the opportunity to attend private schoolEdward excelled at his studies and became an accomplished pianist.



•dan and phil spookies

•phils chair

•dans sweater

•"is it like a lemon"

•"it’s your mum" “it’s not my mum” “cath”

•"what’s your game here lester"

•phil grabbing the leech


•"RAT. it’s you dan!“

•very unnecessary moaning

•dans noises when the hand kills them the first time

•how they talk quieter as if the monster can hear them irl

•the monkey toy

•the shoe room for the foot fetish people

•the jumpscare in the end when they thought it was over

title Kiss kiss
summary Fill in the blanks, stupid.
pairing Itasaku

Part i (here) | Part ii | Part iii | Part iv | Part v | Part vi | Part vii | Part viii | Part ix | Part x | Part xi | Part xii | Part xiii | Part xiv | Part xv | Part xvi | Part xvii | Part xviii

“Welcome! Four people?” 

“Yeah. Not really here for that. Need to talk to the person in charge here,” a gruff voice replied. 

“Okay. Hold on one moment please,” a girl giggled in return.

Sakura pulled a fresh cigarette out of the box. She listened to the footsteps tap upstairs, up to her office door. Four knocks. Quick. Nervous. 

She lit her cigarette.

“Come in,” she called. The door burst open.

“Mama, there are some suspicious people here!” Moegi huffed and puffed. 

“I heard Kansai-ben. They sounded a little rough,” Sakura agreed. Sighing, she rose from her chair. She shed her sweater and stepped into the pair of high heels waiting at the door. Moegi fidgeted, her eyes darting back and forth.

“Are you really going to be okay, Mama? Are you in trouble?” she fretted. Smiling, Sakura plucked her cigarette from her mouth. She snubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray. With her free hand, she squeezed Moegi’s cheeks together.

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Event: Halloween Drabble

Title: Sweater Weather

Character: Jason Crouse

TV: The Good Wife

Warnings: None.

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

°3) Cuddling on a chilly night, 16) Scary movie marathon, 30) Sharing sweaters

Slipping Jason’s black sweater over my head, I went to the kitchen to get the last of our snacks for our night in of cuddling and horror movies.

It was chilly out, but comfortable. Jason sat on the couch, his sweatpants low on his hips and shirtless.

“Are you not cold?” I asked him, setting the snacks down on the table.

“Nope,” he replied, running his hand through the hair on his torso.

I bit my lip as he chuckled.

“Get over here,”

I happily planted myself in his lap, rolling my hips just to tease him.

He gave my ass a firm smack before gripping my waist, “You, my dear, are just plain awful,”

Peppering his neck and chest with kisses, I said, “You know smacking my ass is just making me horny,”

“Damnit, Y/N!” he laughed, flipping us over.

Jason ran his large hand from my knee to my thigh, squeezing gently as he kissed me. He pulled up my shirt, exposing the undersides of my breasts, nipping at the tender flesh.

“Let’s see how long you behave,” he said, smiling up at me.

“And if I do?” I asked him, running my fingers through his hair.

He sighed, kissing the inside of my wrist, “I’ll give you one hell of a ride,”

Clicking my tongue, I playfully rolled my eyes, “Promises, promises,”

Throwing me off course, Jason blew a raspberry on my stomach, making me laugh loudly.

After clowning around, he finally settled behind me, his hand caressing the soft flesh of my tummy as we watched Child’s Play.

A knock at the door had me turning my head and raising a brow.

“Food,” Jason said, kissing my cheek and getting up from the couch.

He went to the chair where my knit, sweater jacket laid.

“What are you-”

Jason gave a cheeky grin as I busted out laughing.

Masking his face, he looked annoyed when he answered the door.

I could hear the delivery guy stutter and all that made me do was snort and giggle.

“Poor kid. I think you scarred him for life,”

“Pssft, please. This is Chicago. I’m sure he’s seen way worse,” he said, sitting down with the Chinese takeout.

I shook my head, turning back to the movie.

Out of my peripheral, I watched as Jason dipped a spring roll and hold it out to me.

I took a bite, moaning, the sweetness from the sweet and sour sauce hitting the right spot.

“You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

“And if I am?”

Jason put the food on the table and leaned back with a sigh.

I shrugged, turning my attention back to the movie just as Chucky killed someone.

I wasn’t expecting it, really, but Jason pounced on me, attacking my neck with nips and love bites.

Yelping, I tried to tickle him, but he had quickly had my hands pinned at my head.

“Gotcha,” he laughed.

“You’re such a shit, you know that Crouse?”

He was nestled between my legs, fully turned on.

“What was that?” he asked, gently moving his hips.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I whined, “N-nothing,”

The movie and food were soon forgotten and I did get that ride that I was promised.


Back in the day part 5: Mile high

So here it is, part 5! Hope you guys like it :). Please let me know what you guys think. Thank you for reading!

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Alexa looked out the window as there was not a whole lot to see. She rested her head against the window nonetheless. She heard the door and Harry’s footsteps coming from the bathroom. She waited for his sentence, the one he had asked about a dozen times.

“You good?” His tall figure towered above her. She looked over at him and nodded before returning her gaze at the window. Harry took this as his cue to sit back in his seat.

After the phone call everything happened so fast. Harry took Alexa and Jessy, who by that point stood next to her, in his car to her place. And as Jessy helped Alexa get her things, she vaguely remembered pointing things out to Jessy as she herself was to shocked to have much of a contribution. And Harry? Well Harry arranged a plane. Of course he did, Alexa rolled her eyes at the thought. She looked around the ridiculous size of the  luxurious private plane, it was the only one he could get his hands on, or so he explained. Well it could fit a whole army as far as Alexa was concerned.  Her mind drifted back and forth between their argument, the call and the present. A soft sigh escaped her lips. They were in the middle of an argument… they never finished. Alexa new that they had to but now was not the right time so she gave Harry the silent treatment. Which so far wasn’t really working for her, she was worried about her mother, she wasn’t really keen on flying and so far they had another 8 hours to go before she would set foot on land again. Harry had been nothing but helpful and nice. He’d catch her when she tripped, he carried her luggage up the stairs of the plane and made sure she had everything she needed but Alexa was afraid she would either yell or cry as words wouldn’t form in her head.

Harry observed Alexa from his seat. After the shock in her eyes, the crying in the car, and the words in between sniffles trying to help Jessy pack her suitcase, they now had entered the silent phase. He had no idea how long this would last so he just counted the minutes that past since the last time he asked how she was doing. He didn’t want to bother her but he also wanted to desperately hold her and tell her everything would be ok. Even though he had no idea if that could be true. The only thing he got from Alexa was that her mum was in an accident and was now in surgery. Harry had contacted his mum, she kept in touch with Liz, Alexa’s mum, and he hopped that she would be able to provide him with more information. Anne had no idea that Liz had been in an accident but rushed to the hospital. So far she hadn’t contacted Harry, which made him nervous.  He looked at his phone again, no message from his mum and just one minute had passed. He sighed as he ran a hand trough his hair. This would be long flight. He let his head rest against the window, stuffing his sweater between his head and the cold metal, looking over at Alexa before he closed his eyes. He might as well sleep a bit.  His mind drifted of to Alexa. Her sniffles were soft but he could hear every single one of them. Alexa had had a difficult relationship with her mum Harry remembered. But after the accident it only got worse and it must have been why Alexa hadn’t been back to the UK for over two years. He tried, he really tried but after 15 minutes he gave up. All he really wanted to do was pull Alexa in a hug and not let go for a while, carrying the load with her.

“You want something to eat?” She didn’t respond, of course she didn’t so Harry got up and took the seat in front of her and asked again. It wasn’t after the third time he’d asked and placed his hand on her knee. She looked at him, her eyes puffy and red with a dull expression.
“You asked something?” Harry nodded as he asked the question yet again, she shook her head. Harry nodded as he got up and walked towards the back, grabbing something to eat for himself.

Alexa stared at  her knee, the place where Harry’s hand was only moments ago. It tingled as she shook her leg to get rid of the feeling. She shivered as she noticed the goosebumps on her arm. O yeah of course she thought. They were in such a rush she had forgot to bring a hoody or a scarf or anything to keep her warm. So she just started rubbing her hands against her thighs, something she had always done when she got cold. Harry noticed, it brought back memory’s for him. Memory’s of a past life, a life filled with Alexa. He missed her, he missed her more then he ever would allow himself to feel. His career had always been crazy and something’s would have gone differently if he had a say. For one his relationship with Alexa. No such thing as staying in the past Styles, live in the now, a voice in the back of is head said. And with that he walked over towards his chair grabbing the sweater he had lend his head on.

“Here.” he held the sweater out to Alexa as he took the seat opposite of her. She looked at him, not sure what to do.

“Your cold” Harry said. A softer  "take  it.“ followed with a small nod.

Alexa thought about not excepting the sweater but she knew she would regret that decision and it was nice that he remembers her mannerisms, so she excepted. The side of her lip curled up a but as she put the sweater on. It smelled like him, she closed her eyes, catching a wif of it before her head popped out. Harry looked at her, as Alexa put her hair in a messy bun, adjusting his sweater and pulling up her legs, tucking them under her bum. It brought him back to those chilly summer evenings. They would spend days hanging around in his or her backyard and he would lend her his sweater, more then once you could say. He had always loved how his clothes looked on her. He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and started chewing on a handful of nuts

Alexa looked at Harry, eating the nuts he got from the back.

"Thank you.” Her voice was soft, barley above a whisper but he heard it nonetheless.

“ ’s okay” Chewing away on a handful of peanuts before meeting her eyes “aint cold anyway” His eyes lingered on his sweater, now on Alexa’s body, before returning his eyes to the bag of peanuts in his hands.

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“Not just the sweater H, for…” Alexa sighed as her voice trembling making Harry look up again.
“ for you know..” a tear rolled over her cheek as she sniffled. Her thumb wiping the tear away but it was of no use as another one formed. Harry looked at her, her fragile state, the pain she was in. He hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to invade her private space, he didn’t want to get rejected. He hadn’t seen her in ages but the past couple of days, when he did see her and she was so cold and harsh to him weren’t his fondest memories. So he overthought what he would do. But as her sobs got louder and the tears started to stream faster he knew what to do. He dropped the bag he was still holding and took the seat next to Alexa. Hesitating for a minute, before she leaned over towards him. Allowing him to hold her in his arms.

Alexa felt a warm feeling coming over her as she felt Harry’s arms around her. She would never admit it but she liked it. She liked the familiar feeling. Sure he got a bit bigger, not only in height but in muscles as well. But it felt familiar, like they had picked up were they left. The way she fitted into his embrace was as if it was meant for her. It gave her the courage she needed to let her feelings run free. She cried, staining his t-shirt, creating puffier eyes. But it felt good. Letting go of all the emotions she had felt that day. Not only about her mum, but also about Harry, the words of Jessy still echoing in her head, was she really turning in to a cold person? Shutting everyone out? She didn’t know.

If anything his hug comforted her and gave her the courage she needed, she would talk to him. Jessy was right she deserved closure, not now, but after everything was done  When her mum would get home and be herself again. Because she would right? She would get home?

“What’s that?”

She hadn’t noticed she said the last part out loud. “She’ll be ok right?” She said, louder this time.

Harry didn’t know what to say, he hoped with her. He hoped for the best but he didn’t know so he just shrug, not wanting to say the wrong thing. Alexa loosened his grip on her a bit so she could look him in the eyes, pleading. “Lie to me.”
Harry remembered that phrase, Alexa would always ask him to lie to her when she thought to much about her dad. She had never met him, she only had a name and her mum refusing to tell her anything else. She would ask him to tell her that some day she would meet him, that he would walk her down the isle.  it was an inside joke because both Harry and Alexa knew that that would never be the case, but it made her feel better and so he did.

“She’ll be ok.” Harry’s voice was soft as he tucked a piece of hair behind Alexa’s ear. Weird how you can be so distant and all of a sudden so close within 12 hours. “When we get to the hospital” he continued “she will already be up and about. And… And she’ll be there, she will see you walk down the isle.” Her lip curled up a bit as she noticed Harry’s reference towards the dreams she had, or actually still has, about her dad. She hugged him, a soft thank you escaping her lips.

The softness of her voice, the fragile state she was in, the fact that he could take care of her. She let him in, or so it felt for him. Nowhere all the way in, but the door was open. Whatever it was that she was mad at him for could be worked out. Or so he hoped.

She stayed there for a couple of minutes. Inhaling his scent, letting her muscles relax. Feeling his muscles flex as he moved a bit. When she spoke again her voice was fragile.

“I’m scared H. I haven’t seen her in so long, we haven’t…” Alexa swallowed a lump that formed in her throat before nuzzling into Harry a bit more. “We haven’t spoken in ages and I..- "She knows you love her Lex, and she loves you too.” Harry assured her.
He could feel Alexa’s pain. He knew it was difficult, not that it had been this bad. Alexa’s mum was different then his. Anne was a warm person, born to be a mother. Liz on the other hand, well let’s just say she and Alexa were opposites. The only thing they had in common was the need to always express themself. For Alexa this was trough music for Liz that was trough painting. Alexa often wondered if her dad was into music as much as she was as she couldn’t find anything in herself that reminded her of her mum. Alexa wondered if she should have made more of an effort to get closer to her. Come to think about it, she had shut a lot of people from the past out. Including the one that was holding her right now, his breath tickling her hair. And although she was still mad at him, she also felt relieved that she was here, in his arms. She could feel the possibility, somewhere in the future, to talk about it all. Her grudge was crumbling away and trough the cracks hope was shining.  Hope of maybe finding peace.

Harry’s phone buzzed in the seat on the other side of the isle. Harry didn’t get up.

“Your phone.” Alexa said as it buzzed for the second time.

“Not important.” Harry said as he talked into her hair.

“Might be.” Her words shocked Harry, of course it could be his mum! He gruntes as he got up, he didn’t want to leave this moment. Being so close to her had brought back so many memorys and he was afraid that it would slip away but he picked up his phone and indeed it was his mum.

Alexa looked at him as he talked to his mum. She couldn’t make much sense of the conversation as Harry just hummed a couple of times before hanging up.

When Harry looked at Alexa, sitting there in his sweater, legs still tucked under her but, a shimmer of hope in her eyes. A small smile appeared onhis face.

“She just got out of surgery.” Alexa’s brows furrowed. “ She is stable for now, my mum is with her, she’ll stay there till we get there.” Alexa’s muscle’s relaxed and a sigh of relieve waved over her. She would be ok, her mum would be ok.


“Do you wanna come in?” She had turned on her heels, looking down before looking up at him. Hopeful? Or maybe she felt obligated? Or maybe she was just as tired as he was and she couldn’t think straight? He couldn’t tell. So he thought about the options as they stood on her doorstep.

Harry had been right, after he had picked up the phone the atmosphere had changed. He didn’t feel comfortable hugging her again so he took the seat opposite of her. They made some small talk. Alexa asked about his mum and Gemma and after that she dozed of for a bit. Harry tried to do the same but his mind went in 1001 directions as being so close to Alexa had brought back memory’s and feelings he had almost forgotten. His mum called again, telling him that the hospital staff had send her away as she wasn’t family. Liz was stable and there wasn’t much Anne could do.

When the plane arrived the first thing Alexa wanted to do was go to the hospital and although Harry tried to reason with her, telling her they could go first thing in the morning, Alexa was having none of that.  So they went to the hospital in the pitch black night. Alexa threw a fit with the staff, which amused Harry, as it worked and they granted her access to her mum. Harry was shocked when they saw Liz, the white sheets, the beeping machines and all sorts of fluids that were somehow making their way into her body. Harry watched as Alexa took a chair, without hesitation and sat next to her mum, hold her hand and sang soft songs to her. Harry’s hart warmed to the tone of her voices and it didn’t take long for him to be fast a sleep. When he woke up the next morning Alexa was still sitting in the chair holding her mothers hand. Her head rested on the bed as she had fallen asleep.

The doctors came in somewhere around 10am. Alexa had woken up 10 minutes before that and they explained what had happened. Her mum was hit by a truck, they had found an unusual high percentage of alcohol in her blood. And she had probably been so intoxicated that she couldn’t walk straight and she landed on the road. The truck tried to stop but was to late and hit her. Her mum had some internal bleeding, surgery had been necessary but that went splendid, or so the doctor told her and she was stable and would probably wake up today. And Liz did, twice actually. She smiled when she saw Alexa. She was tired, Alexa could tell, a few soft word escaping her mouth before falling back asleep. The second time her mum told her to go home and sleep in a bed, instead of on one of those awful chairs. Alexa argued once before nodding. A bed would be nice, they had been sitting on those chairs for quit some time now. Besides her mum seemed to be doing better.

Alexa had to process today she had to talk to someone after that hospital. She acted brave, she needed to be brave. Strong. For her mum but she felt so small and all she wanted to do was cry, and let her fears take over. Her mum was such a powerful woman and though they hadn’t been on the best terms, seeing her so fragile made Alexa feel vulnerable. Besides that, she was afraid of what she would find inside. Why was her mum drunk? She would never drink more then one or maybe two glasses of wine. Would she find empty bottle’s al over the place? Would it be a mess? Alexa sighed as she was debating on weather or not she would ask him in. She was feeling all this emotions but the hug on the plane had made her feel more like herself then she had felt in a long time,  she craved that feeling again.

And so here they were, on the doorstep of her mum’s house, she asked him again and he nodded before she turned the key and let him in.

Sweater Weather

Sirius likes to knit in the early morning and Remus likes to read. 

Inspired by this post (x)

Warnings: None

A/N: Characters in the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling

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Remus loved getting up early on Saturdays. His friends always teased him for this abnormal habit, but he just loved how calm the castle felt when everyone was asleep. In the morning hours, he could grab a cup of fresh cocoa from the kitchens and read his pleasure book with minimal interruptions.   As Remus went down the stairs, book and mug in hand, he noticed a black haired boy sitting in the golden arm chair hunched over something. Upon closer examination, Remus recognized the waterfall of black hair as Sirius’ and noticed the boy was rapidly moving two large needles back and forth.

“Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus inquired. Sirius slowed his pace slightly and looked up at Remus, his face slightly flushed.

“I’m knitting. What does it look like?” Sirius answered quickly. Remus continued to stand over him and Sirius looked up at him once again. “I’m making a sweater if you must know. It’s going to be fall soon ,and it’s good to have sweaters.”

“I just didn’t know you’d be into knitting, who taught you this?” Remus asked again. He could see Sirius was growing slightly irritated by his questions, but Remus couldn’t suppress his curiosity.

“I’m self-taught. Some people read to relax, others play sports, but I like to knit. Now I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to James or Peter,” Sirius requested.

“Alright Sirius, I won’t give them a reason to question your bad boy rep,” Remus chuckled. “I’m off to the kitchens to get cocoa do you want anything?” In that instant the two boys started their Saturday morning routine of early knitting and reading. The two boys continued meeting each other several more Saturdays until one morning Remus didn’t see Sirius in his usual armchair. Instead, he saw a green sweater folded neatly on Sirius’ chair. Upon unfolding the sweater, Remus read the words written in golden thread: Go Away I’m Reading. Remus burst into a fit of laughter and quickly changed into the sweater. Remus should’ve known Sirius would only knit sassy sweaters. Perhaps if Sirius saw him wearing the sweater later in the day, it be a sign for them to continue their early Saturday morning rendezvous. Now that Remus had one sassy sweater, he was sure he wouldn’t tire of them.

The One With The Red Sweater

Malec AU drabble based on one of my favourite friends episodes. 


Izzy was worrying about her brother. Although he had never been an overly social person, the amount of time had recently put into work was starting to be ridiculous. He kept coming home late in the evening and sometimes Izzy didn’t see her brother for a whole day.

“I think Alec is working too much”, she told Jace during one their sparring sessions. “He never has time to go clubbing with me anymore and he had to cancel the date I set him up with last week.”

“Yeah?”, Jace answered distractedly, trying to punch her in the side but Izzy managed to block him easily.  “Maybe because he has enough of you trying to find him a boyfriend”, Jace laughed.

“Oh come on, I just want him to be happy! Besides, he didn’t have a proper boyfriend in like, a year and I doubt that he has much else going on right now. He needs some balance in his life.” replied Izzy and brought Jace to his knees by aiming an expertly executed kick at his left calf.  

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a blooming of cosmos | 1 |

Summary: Home is inked across her skin in deep indigo and silver white and Hinata thinks maybe that’s the point. That she brings home with her wherever she may walk, and that family is found anywhere, especially amongst riotous cascades of flowers that come sailing in from a shift in the wind.
Pairing: NaruHina
Prompt: Tattoo/flower shop au
Chapter: 1 
AN: A very happy (and belated) birthday fic to @annalovesfiction​! (So sorry for being so late!) I give you this monstrously long first chapter to my first dedicated multi-chapter fic! I’m still terrified of this but, well, I just wrote 10k worth of words so maybe I’ll be ok. Apologies for any mistakes- I’m bad enough with just short drabbles, so this was a bit overwhelming to keep going through. Hope you enjoy!

When Hinata got her first tattoo, she never expected that she would keep coming back until the entirety of her back, the slopes of her shoulders, and the landscape of her collarbones would be covered as well. She had never even planned to get even one tattoo.

She was sixteen and in mourning when she walked in.

A boy sketching idly behind the front counter looked up at the sound of the door opening and her attention was immediately drawn to the two red fangs curving down over his cheeks. He was a rough composition of messy brown hair and layered torn t-shirts revealing intricate tattoo sleeves covering his arms. Black eyes reflecting the little light in the dimly lit room followed her halt in the middle of the doorway, a feral beast waiting in the dark. She wondered who was more surprised by the other here.

“You here for a tattoo?” he finally asked when it was apparent she wasn’t going to speak.

She wasn’t even supposed to be here at all, but she nodded instead, not trusting her voice. Her grip loosened on the doorknob before taking a step, then two into the darkness.

The room was warm, and she found the dark was not nearly as foreboding as she feared.

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starlight1721  asked:

bal 24, please (I'd love to see Mal in Ben's sweaters)

warm sweaters

When Ben opens the door, Mal doesn’t even bother with hello, she just makes a beeline for his dresser. It takes a few minutes of rummaging though the different drawers, but eventually she finds what he’s looking for.

She unzips her jacket and tosses it on a chair before tugging the sweater of her head. Her hairs a mess now, but at least she’s finally warm.

She sits on Ben’s bed and piles the blankets into her lap for extra warmth.

“You’re really not taking this whole changing seasons thing well, are you?” Ben looks at her like he’s studying her, like he’s mentally adding tasks to his to-do list. “Is it really that different on the Island?”

Mal shrugs. Sure, the Isle of the Lost isn’t exactly a tropical paradise. It’s always slightly too chilly and foggy and damp. It’s not a comfortable place to live. But the cold isn’t as crisp and biting as it is during autumn in Auradon.

Hence the need for sweaters. Lucky for her, Ben seems to have plenty.

“Tell me,” Mal plucks at a piece of fuzz on the sweater she just pulled on. It’s navy blue, with white reindeer and stars knitted into it, “where exactly do you buy reindeer sweaters?”

She’s teasing him, and honestly she kind of likes the sweater. First of all, it’s way warmer than her usual leather jackets, and probably a lot easier to clean. Second of all, it smells like whatever fancy soap Ben uses.

“Arendelle,” Ben answers. “They send them as diplomatic gifts every year.”

Mal nods. Reindeer sweaters from Arendelle, it makes sense.

“Am I every going to get that one back?” Ben asks.

Mal may or may not have a matching sweater with a geometric print sitting on her bed. It’s helpful when the temperature drops at night.

“Maybe in the spring,” she tells him. “Now are you ready for dinner?”

Ben holds out a hand to help her to her feet. Because his sweater’s a bit large for Mal, he gets a palmful of blue wool.

“Are you wearing that to dinner?” he asks. “It’s not purple.”

Mal pauses briefly to consider the importance of maintaining her aesthetic, then decides, “Who cares, it’s warm.”

Ben laughs, “I’m never definitely not getting that back.”

Mal shakes her head, “Probably not.”

“What if I send you some other sweaters? Ones that fit? Maybe some blankets too?” Ben’s a little concerned that she’ll slowly steal his entire wardrobe.

“Still no.”

Remember I love you pt2 - TEEN WOLF IMAGINE

requested: yes

“Hi love could you do a part 2 to this where its aria trying to get stiles dad/scott  to remember”

warnings: I tried writing this imagine based on what I’ve seen from the trailers for season 6. I also tried posting another GIF I made but it wasn’t working so here’s the same one from last time, sorry! 

As the night fell upon you, you went back home. Your mother was home, thank God, making you feel less alone. You had no idea what happened, why you were inside a blue jeep in the school parking lot, crying. You tried so hard to think about it and trace your steps in your mind but it was like nothing was there. You just kept repeating to yourself “remember”. You went up to your room, put your bag down and changed to your pijamas. You saw, on top of your chair, a red sweater jacket which you loved but couldn’t recall buying it. You picked it up and you immediately felt someone’s cologne. It was a familiar scent and you felt your heart jump. You decided to put it on and you went down to have dinner with your mom for the first time in days, making you feel better. You talked about anything and everything although your mom was putting on the effort to get you to talk, since you weren’t really feeling that well. Deep into the conversation, she decided to ask you something.

“That’s such a beautiful ring, honey.” She pointed out, making you look at your hand. You stared at your beautiful gold and burgundy ring, admiring it. “Who gave it to you?" 

"I don’t know… I don’t remember.” You mumbled, still staring at the ring.

For the next couple of days you basically dragged yourself to school. Your mind was all over the place, you couldn’t figure out why. You felt like you were missing something, like a big part of you and felt lost. You felt your chest heavy, noticing tiny little things that felt familiar to you but you couldn’t understand why but you had to. And the same was happening to the other pack members as Scott, Lydia and Malia felt the same way, having trouble remembering a few things as well. As you walked together down the hall you came to the conclusion that you were missing the same person but you couldn’t figure out who. You were so distracted that you slammed against another student, one year younger than you, hurting yourself. 

“I’m sorry, I -” you tried apologizing but you forgot your words as soon as you saw what the student was wearing. It was a burgundy jersey with a 24 on it and it was like you were suddenly hit by a flashback of someone wearing that jersey and hugging you tightly. You got closer to the student and touched the jersey he was wearing, thinking it would help but it didn’t.

“Watch it you freak!” The guy yelled at you, slapping your hands and pushing you, humiliating you. 

“What did you call her asshole?” Malia asked, stepping in to defend you. She started growling and her claws came out. Scott immediately jumped in, trying to make everything look normal. 

“Jared beat it or else.” He warned, pulling back Malia while the student left at high pace. “You can’t do those things Malia. You have to control yourself, you know that." 

"I know but it’s too strong, overwhelming.” She confessed, feeling disappointed in herself. 

“Are you ok?” Lydia asked you. 

“That number… It seems so familiar to me.” You mumbled, staring at the student until he was no longer in your sight.

“Yeah maybe because you’ve learned it in maths and stuff.” She teased. 

“No but I feel like it means something to me. That number and that jersey…" 

"Like what?” Scott asked. 

“I don’t remember.” You confessed with sadness overwhelming you too. 

You spent all your free time, that day, all together discussing the ghost riders and what you were feeling. You were joined by Liam, Mason, Cory and Hayden, all together, trying to figure something out that could help you find more about them and somehow reach Alex and his parents. You spent most of the time absent as you kept staring at your ring. Lydia kept writing down and drawing while the others took a break to just breathe. 

“Whatcha got there Lyds?” Mason asked full of curiosity, stealing her notebook. 

“Hey! Nothing worth showing, it’s not interesting.” She replied trying to get it back. 

“Lydia why do you keep writing the same thing over and over again?” Hayden asked. You all turned your heads in her direction, getting closer to her to see. 

“Your words have some sort of form… Like they just spelled another word.” Liam pointed out. 

“Stiles.” Mason read out loud. 

“What the hell is a Stiles?” Lydia questioned herself. And at that moment, your heart skipped a beat and coincidently your phone started ringing. That song and that name hit you like a truck and you remembered that beautiful, crocked smile. Those sweet hazel eyes. You remembered every little moment and every little detail with Stiles and most importantly you remembered him. 

“Stiles!” You cried out loud. 

“You know what it is?” Hayden asked. 

“Not what it is but who it is! Oh my God, Stiles.." 

"Who’s Stiles?” Malia asked you quite confused. 

“That’s why we’re feeling the way we are. That’s why there are parts of us and our memories missing! Because we’ve spent them with Stiles and he’s gone, he’s missing, the ghost riders took him and -” you stopped talking as you noticed everyone staring at you with a confused and concerned face. “Oh c'mon! He’s your BEST FRIEND Scott, he’s your ex-boyfriend and first love Malia, he’s your anchor and that’s why you can’t control yourself! He’s a big part of you Lydia! Sherriff Stilinski’s son!”

“Sherriff Stilinski has a son?” Mason questioned, intrigued. You were shocked. 

“Of course he has a son!” You yelled. Everyone was staring at you like you were crazy, pissing you off. “I’m going to talk to him.” You grabbed your backpack and ran out.

“But Aria!” They called out but in vain. You had Stiles’s hoodie in your backpack and you were going to use it to show the sherriff. You were determined and the pack didn’t want to leave you alone so they joined you. You found out through Parrish that the sherriff was home so you went there. You knocked loudly on the door, upset.

“Aria, calm down. Let me take this from here ok? Let me help you. This is not the best way to figure things out. Please.” Scott begged, trying to get you to calm down and understand but you were too upset to listen. You kept knocking at the door when suddenly it swang open.

“I heard it the first time, you don’t need to knock that much.” The sherriff answered, very annoyed. “What’s up? Do you kids need anything?” He asked.

“Hum Sherriff we wanted to ask you a question…” Scott started, glancing at you, then looking back at the sherriff. “Do you know anyone named Stiles?” You stood there in silence, staring at him, waiting for his response. For a moment it looked like he knew who he was or recognized the name and you gained hope. It felt like you were waiting hours for the answer with your heart pounding so loud, you could feel it in your head but it was only a couple of minutes.

“No, I don’t. Why? Should I?” You lost your hope and your heart was crushed. You felt yourself lose some of your strength and Lydia hugged you from behind.

“Let’s get out of here, we’ll figure this together and then we’ll come back.” She whispered to you but you weren’t going to let go by.

“No! Sherriff, Stiles is your son! Don’t you remember him?” You asked.

“I don’t have a son… Are you ok?”

“I’ll prove it!” You pushed him out of the way and ran upstairs towards Stiles’s room. They all followed you, shocked, trying to get you back. You opened the door and the room was empty. You took a look around the room speechless, with every piece of you hurting.

“Stiles…” You mumbled in pain. You couldn’t contain yourself and you started crying and fell to the floor.

“Aria,” Scott called, “let’s get out of here.” He begged again as he sat on the floor next to you, trying to confort you.

“No!” You got up. “Sherriff do you remember this?” You asked while you got Stiles’s hoodie out of your backpack and threw it at him. He caught it and stared at it for a bit.

“Well it does seem familiar and so does the smell of it. But no.” He answered, crushing your hope even more.

“Please, please try to remember. You have to remember.” You begged as you got closer to him.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Look it’s time for you to go, you’re not in your best state and you need to rest. I can help if you need anything. Do you need anything?” He asked politely.

“I need you to remember Stiles!” You yelled. “Look, right here”, you pointed to the left corner of the room, “is where his bed usually is. You put it here because he kept falling out of it in the middle of the night. Here, in this wall, is where he has his annoying, big ass Star Wars poster that you gave him. In this one right here he has his big cork board where he puts all of Beacon Hills’s cases and all the proof he can get on them. He even uses four different colored strings to categorize them! Green is for the solved ones, which he barely used, yellow are the ones that are to be determined, blue is –

“- just pretty and red are unsolved. I remember that.” Malia completed.

“Yes!” You cried out, getting your hopes up again. “And here he has a big window kind of thing where he writes all of his theories on the cases! And over here is his desk that is always so messy, which pisses you off, and there are papers all around and here he has a picture of you in a baseball game a few years ago.” You were so tired, you were trying so hard to get them to remember but it seemed so impossible.

“Why do you care so much?” The sherriff questioned you.

“Because you loved him.” You answered with a crack in your voice, bawling. The pack was now emotional and trying not to cry.

“Aria, I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything. As far as I’m concerned I don’t have a son.” The sherriff said, letting you down.

“What about this? Do you remember this?” You tried one last time, showing him your hand, specifically the ring on your finger.

“Where did you get that? That ring belongs –“

“- to Claudia. Your late wife and Stiles’s mother. You gave it to her when you realized you loved her and you kept it because it was something she loved so much. You gave it to Stiles and you told him your story and he told you he was going to give it in the future to the woman he loved as much as you love her.” You reminded him. Now he was in shock and emotional, feeling confused.

“That’s impossible.” He managed to say.

“It’s not. I’ll get out of your way.” You said, tired and beaten up, before exiting the room. You left the house and decided to go home. Your mind was all over the place but you were determined to come up with a plan to get Stiles back but for now you just gave up. You were so distracted that you didn’t even hear anyone calling you until you felt Scott’s hand touching you. You turned around to face him, not in the mood to listen to anyone.

“I believe you. I don’t remember anything yet but it does make sense. We’re in this together, ok?” You felt a little bit relieved that someone believed you, finally. “Let’s get Stiles back.”

anonymous asked:

The pic of the guy sitting in the chair wearing a purple sweater and jeans isn't Suho. You captioned it "Suho - EXO" but the guy is actually WinWin from NCT 127, not Suho

I still can’t find it
Point it out or something, thanks

Joe Sugg imagine || Embarrassed ||

Anonymous said:

can you do one where the reader is watching the YouTube boyband videos and Joe gets embarrassed because he thinks his singing voice is bad?

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Sitting at Joe’s desk, you were catching up on you friends Youtube videos, you had just watched Marcus’ new one and of course you got sucked into the suggested videos along the side and clicked on ‘The Youtube Boyband’.

You hadn’t seen it in ages… Thirty seconds into the video when Joe said; 'It’s like a Year Six disco.’ you burst into a fit of laughter, covering your mouth trying to stifle yourself from being too loud as you knew Joe and Caspar were upstairs playing FIFA.

Singing to Joe sing a Backstreet Boys lyric you grinned, hearing Jim who just said 'Nice’ after his singing you nodded. “Yeah, Jim you’re right that was really nice.” You whispered, moving the bubble back to hear him sing it again, you got tingly feeling.

You giggled your way through the first video after going back and replaying bites and pieces. Before you clicked on the second video; 'The Official Youtube Boyband’ with Caspar.

You mused to yourself in delight seeing Joe in his white t-shirt and leather jacket, you couldn’t help but scroll down to the comments after pausing and commented; “0:07 – I’m so delighted I get to go to cuddle up next to that sexy beast in the leather jacket every night.” and posted it.

Before you scrolled back up and continued watching. You had a constant grin on your face. You got to the 3:15 mark and Joe had just started singing, you hit the scape bar quickly pausing the video as Joe walked into his bedroom.

“I need a …” He stopped talking, turning to look at you then the screen. “Ugh, why are you watching that?” He shook his head at you. “Because, It’s funny and you have a beautiful voice that I could just kiss out of you.” You looked over his face. “No I don’t.” He rolled his eyes. “I have a crap voice.” He shook his head.

“No you don’t its BEAUTIFUL!” You exclaimed pressing the space bar again letting the clip play on as Joe sang his bit, before hitting it again it paused.

Joe looked away from you, his cheeks going a reddish. “Stop watching that. It’s horrible.” He whispered and your grin slowly faded and you cleared your throat. “Joseph Sugg.” You said. “Are you embarrassed?” You asked him raising your eyebrow and he shook his head. “Of course not.” He waved you off and you laughed. “You are! Oh my God why? Joe you have an amazing voice.” You had never seen Joe really embarrassed about anything he did, this was new for you.

“Not really.” He picked up his hooded sweater. “Caspar and I are walking for pizza… Did you wanna come?” He wondered moving on from the subject.

“Of course I do, who doesn’t love pizza – but back track a bit here.” You said standing up from the desk chair, finding your own sweater to put on. “You do have an amazing voice. You have no reason to be embarrassed. You should embrace it. You have all the talent.” You zipped your sweater.

Joe just stared at you.

“You’re fucking hot as hell.” You pointed out which made him redden again. “You’re funny, you can sing, your domestic as fuck – I mean if the roof goes you can thatch a new one.” You pointed out which made him laugh. “See? Just embrace your talents, singing being one of them.” You smiled, walking by him to grab your shoes, he put his hand on your shoulder and pulled your back to him.

“Thanks babe.” He smiled, leaning in he kissed you softly and you smiled into the kiss. “Anytime,” you assured after the kiss ended.