i apologize for how it turned out i really do

ahhh, i’ve been working on this all day long, for so long (since 12pm uk time, and it’s now 8pm!!) - but it’s all finally done!! and i’m super proud with how everything has turned out! :D :33

here’s my first fanart for HIGH ROLLERS (i’ve been wanting to do fanart for them, for a while now!) - i tried my best to do them justice, also, apologies that they have no eyes.. i suck at drawing eyes :’(( 

i might tweet this out to them, in a few! ^-^ but, ohmygosh, i’m so happy with how this has turned out - i was so doubtful that it’d suck and turn out horrible, but i’m really proud of it and i’m super proud of myself, too :33

now i can rest my wrist! (my wrist has been killing all day, drawing this! literally, it gave out a massive clicking noise and it literally felt like i had broken it.. i didn’t have a rest or a break inbetween drawing this, too, so i think i may have strained my wrist.. it hurts so bad.. :cc) 

ooh, also, since i suck at drawing humans, i didn’t want to ruin their characters, so i just google searched nina’s drawings (and a image of elora’s dire wolf, and the stunt lads logo for trott’s shirt!) of their d&d characters and stuck them into the other dice slots - i think it fits/works well/nicely, also oo: :33 (( all credit to @ninaserena for those drawings, ofc! ))

i did have alot of fun drawing this, especially when drawing mark :33 (first time drawing 3d perspectives, etc!) - but, i hope you guys like this, too! ^-^

    ~S.T // T-C-S-T-B

P.S. i struggled with mark’s hair, so that’s why he has his cap on :cc ooh, btw, the numbers 17 and 16 are supposed to represent the first episode airdate: 17th January 2016

  EDIT: tweeted it to them! ^_^ 

  EDIT EDIT: btw, katie’s supposed to be holding a d&d card :33

@little-nommer @yogscastkimbox @trottimus @batmanmarch

I want to show you off (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could one where Peter tries to teach the reader how to use a skateboard, but is completely unaware about the fact that the reader already knows how to use one and can do tricks and such. And when the reader shows her skills to him, Peter becomes speechless but at the same time he’s also very proud and happy :))

A/N: So this follows the request, but I don’t like the way it turned out at all. I didn’t really know how to do it, so I apologize in advance for if it is too bad. I’m sorry for the person who requested it but I am not feeling really inspired at the moment and the requests are piling up, so I had to get this over with :( Sorry :(


Looking at Peter do different flips on his skateboard trying to show off, you couldn’t help but smirk. He had taken you to the park in hopes of impressing you; and you were, because he was good, but so were you. You had never told him that you liked skateboarding -just because you had never found a reason to do it.
‘Come on, [Y/N]! Come here!’ he shouted, waving at you. You walked up to him, trying not to laugh at how excited he was. You took his hand and he put you gently on the skateboard, holding your hips so you wouldn’t fall. ‘Put your feet like-like that, exactly’ he said surprised. ‘How about you try to skateboard a few meters so you get used to it and then I try to teach you flips?’ he asked. You laughed softly and started doing it really slowly at first, and once Peter thought you knew what you were doing, you started to do flips and so, showing off a little. You smiled proudly when you saw his mouth hanging open, not believing what he was seeing.
‘You know, maybe I should have told you that I have been skating since I was, what, seven? I don’t really know. I do know that I have many trophies from tournaments’ you said, smirking. Getting off the skateboard, you walked up to him, giving him a peck on the lips.
‘You… You are so incredibly amazing. I can’t believe we are dating -it feels like a dream. I want to show you off and be like ‘hey guys, this is my girlfriend, she is sexy and skateboards’’ Peter said, laughing. You laughed and hugged him, your head pressed against his chest. ‘I love you very much’ he whispered, his lips pressed against your hair, before kissing your forehead.
You took the skateboard in one hand and his hand in the other, and walked along the park, talking about stupid things and laughing together.

Worried

Pan leaves the reader out of a fight and she gets upset. When she confronts him about it Pan confesses something.

Warnings: Mild language and smut
Words: 1986
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader (Y/N)

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so apologies if it’s not the best. Also I feel like Pan would be really possessive and dominant and I tried to write him like that but I don’t think it turned out too well so if anyone has any suggestions for me on how to write these kinds of scenes I’d really appreciate it.

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“What the hell, Pan!” You yelled as you stormed into his treehouse. You couldn’t believe the nerve of him, he had sent you off to go do some stupid chore while he and the boys had gone to fight off the pirates.

He looked up at you from where he was sitting on his bed, cleaning his sword, “What do you mean?” He asked feigning innocence.

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” You exclaimed throwing your arms out dramatically “You know exactly what I’m talking about!”

He just shrugged his shoulders and sat his sword down on a nearby table “You shouldn’t be talking to me like this,” he said coldly as he stood up and walked over to the window “I don’t have to explain anything I do to anyone.”

You scowled and followed him “I’ll talk to you however I damn well please after you what you did,” you could see his shoulders tense up and you knew you should probably show a little more respect but you were too angry to care. “You know I’m your best fighter,” you continued “Why would you send me away? Is it because I’m a girl? You don’t think I’m good enough because I’m a girl and god forbid the pirates see the great Peter Pan with a weak little-”

You were cut as Peter quickly turned and slammed you up against the wall, he wasn’t rough enough for you to be hurt but it did startle you.

“Shut. Up.” He growled, as he held your shoulders against the wall. His eyes were blazing with fury, you had never seen him this angry at least not with you “You have no idea why I do what I do Y/N.”

You were frozen in shock for a few seconds, he had never ever treated you this way. When the shock wore off the pushed him off of you. “What the hell is wrong with?” You spat, you just couldn’t understand what had gotten into him “Do you not want me around anymore is that what it is?” That was the only logical reason you could think of that would explain what had happened and why he was treating you this way. “Because if that’s the case just send me away already I don’t want to be somewhere where I’m not wanted.”

Pan’s gaze softened slightly and he took a step back putting some distance between the two of you.“That’s not it,” he mumbled quietly, still refusing to give you an answer.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head before turning around and starting to walk out of the room. “Whatever I’m leaving,” you said, your voice full of anger, “Goodbye Pan.”

“Y/N wait,” he said desperately as he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You tripped and landed against Pan’s chest, his arms winding around you. You looked up at him and there was a strange look in his eyes but before you could identify it, Pan leaned down and crushed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

You stiffened in his arms and instinctively closed your eyes. Pan was kissing you. Peter Pan was kissing you. If you said you hadn’t thought about it before then you’d be lying but after a few seconds you gently pulled out of the kiss and looked up at him gently “Pan…” you murmured softly.

He sighed and took a breath “I was worried about you,” he said quietly avoiding your eyes “You probably know why now.”

You nodded your head softly and took a few seconds to think everything over. Pan was worried about you because he had feelings for you. You still didn’t appreciate that he wouldn’t let you be part of the fight but there was no way you could be mad at him right now. “Peter,” you said to get his attention. You had never called him Peter, it had always been Pan. He turned to look at you and you couldn’t figure out what you wanted to say so you reached up and pulled him into another searing kiss.

Kissing Pan was what you thought it would feel like if someone had set fireworks off inside of you. Every part of you was on fire and you were drowning in the sensations. Pan started to back up, pulling you with him until he broke the kiss and sat down on his bed. He reached up and held your hands in his as his eyes, normally a bright green but now turned dark were asking you a silent question.

You paused for a moment before nodding your head. Pan broke into a mischievous smile and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You both laughed as you landed on top of him. You smiled as you stared down into his eyes, you hadn’t realized just how strongly you had felt for Pan until that first kiss and now you were laying in his bed with him.

“Y/N” Pan asked “Is everything alright?”

“Of course it is you moron,” you said teasingly “I’m just happy.”

He smirked “Then in that case let’s get started,” he said in a low voice. Suddenly Pan flipped you so he was on top of you and you were under him. He pressed your lips together again but only for a few seconds before he started leaving small kisses along your jar and down to your neck. You turned your head to the side, giving Pan better access to your neck. You moaned and pulled Pan down against your body as you felt him nip at your neck, leaving a mark.

He chuckled against your skin “Do you like that love?” He asked as he continued leaving small bites up and down your neck.

You nodded your head and rolled your hips up against his “Yes,” you gasped as he groaned and dropped his head against your shoulder at the friction you caused.

With a wave of his hand your corset was gone, leaving you in your blouse and pants. You reached down and tugged at the hem of Pan’s shirt and he sat up and took it off for you before throwing it to the side. You had seen Pan shirtless before but this was different, this time it meant something else and it lit a fire inside of you to think about what was going to happen.

You rolled the two of you over, now on top of Pan and you could see that he was about to object but before he could say anything, you pulled your blouse off, exposing your chest to Pan. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight before him, he reached up and gently cupped your breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently. You moaned and leaned into his touch. “Beautiful,” he whispered “You’re beautiful.” You knew Pan wasn’t affectionate and he rarely said anything nice and so while it was just a couple words, they meant the world to you. You leaned down and kissed him gently however that only lasted for a few seconds as the kiss soon turned heated and needy. Pan was still playing with your breasts as your hands traveled lower, and slipped under the waist and of his pants. Before you could do anything else, he flipped you back over so he was on top of you again.

He smirked down at you “I’m always in charge, you know that,” he said.

You rolled your hips up, desperate for his touch. “Pan please,” you begged.

He started to tug your pants down and you lifted your hips up to make it easier for them. He soon tossed your pants to the side “Who do you belong to?” He said, his voice sounding downright sinful.

“You,” you gasped “I belong to you Pan.” He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling off his own pants, leaving both of you in your underwear.

Your heart was racing and all you could think about was Pan. The two of you resumed kissing however this time it was slow and tender, almost loving. Pan’s hands were about your hips and yours were tangled up in his hair.

He slowly began kissing down your body, stopping to spend a little extra time on your breasts before kissing a line down your stomach to your underwear. He glanced up at you and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an objection before he pushed your underwear down your legs.

Your face began to turn red as Pan spread your legs and looked your naked body up and down. You weren’t embarrassed exactly but it was strange having Pan see you naked like this. These thoughts disappeared from your mind when you felt Pan’s lips on your inner thigh. You let out a small gasp and before you even had time to process what was happening, Pan placed a small kiss against your clit. You groaned and tangled a hand in Pan’s hair, holding him in place. He chuckled softly and just the feeling of his breath against you had you moaning. He slowly slid a finger inside of you, moaning softly to himself “So wet for me,” he said quietly as you groaned, arching your back. He began pumping his finger inside of you, slowly at first then picking up speed, his tongue playing with your clit the entire time. Pan added a second finger, slowly stretching you and you could feel your orgasm building in your stomach. You tugged on Pan’s hair as you arched into him “Oh god, I’m close,” you moaned.

Pan immediately stopped everything he was doing causing you to groan at the absolute loss of contact “I know love,” he smirked. He slowly removed his underwear and when it was finally gone, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, you could feel his erection against you. “Y/N, are you ready?” He asked.

You nodded your head and he kissed you as he positioned himself at your entrance before pushing inside of you. You weren’t a virgin by any means but you hadn’t had sex since you had gotten to Neverland so it had been awhile. Pan gave you just a couple seconds to adjust, which was more than you expected before he pulled back and thrust into you again. You let out a loud moan and arched into him.

He set a steady pace and as he was thrusting into you, you reached down with one of your hands and rubbed your clit. When Pan realized what was happening, he quickly pinned your hands over your head with magic. “I’m more than capable of taking care of you love,” he whispered in your ear as he picked up his pace, thrusting into you harder causing you to cry out as he hit your g-spot.

“Fuck, Pan!” You exclaimed as pleasure shot through your body. He continued pounding into you, hitting the same spot over and over. You could feel your orgasm building in your stomach, you felt like you were going to explode. Pan reached down and rubbed small circles against your clit, throwing you over the edge. “Peter!” You yelled as your body was completely overtaken by the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Pan thrust into a few more times before he reached his climax. You could feel him releasing inside of you as you came down from your high.

Pan pulled out of you and collapsed beside you, pulling a blanket over the two of you. “If this is what I get for leaving you out of the fight maybe I should do it more often,” he said teasingly.

You scowled and pushed playfully at his chest “If you do then this will never happen again.”

He chuckled and pulled you against his chest “Whatever you say my Lost Girl.”

Gred And Forge Being Your Valentines Would Include...

This is for the lovely Mia aka @nargles because we’re all alone on Valentine’s Day, why not make you happy for a few minutes??? Mia, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry for how bad this turned out, I truly apologize

- It would start out with you coming down to the common room and seeing everything normal
- Greeting your lovely twins
- “Hey, guys.”
- But then seeing that glint of mischief in their eyes
- You start to turn around to go back
- Because you know they’re about to do something incredibly stupid
- Fred gets up on a table
- He winks at you
- “Mia, my darling/Today I’ll be really weird/To show you my love!”
- I’m sorry I disappoint you Mia
- I really did try on that haiku
- George gets up on opposite table
- “We will sing for you/Even if it is terrible/Because we’re awesome!”
- You slowly turn around and face the twins
- Hexing them quietly because dear lord, they’re embarrassing themselves and those were the worst haikus you have ever heard
- Going down to the great hall and a shit ton of owls are dropping by giving you letters
- Which all turn out to be howlers
- You just open the howlers and get it over with
- And yep, the twins are singing in them
- Kinda sounds like Percy in the shower
- Finally laughing out loud as both of them try to hit a high note in one of the howlers
- They suddenly appear in front of you finally after unhexing themselves and smiling at you
- Laughing, as you shove them off to go to your first class
- Your day continues without anymore “surprises” from the twins
- Until Potions
- The dungeon doors burst open and fireworks fly everywhere spelling “Mia? Be our valentine❤️️”
- You smile at the thought that the twins put so much effort into you
- Until the fireworks hit the cauldrons
- And causes you to clean the classroom for three hours
- Getting back to the common room really late
- Being exhausted and stumbling through the portrait
- Until you saw that there was no one in the common room except for Fred and George
- There was a candlelit picnic in front of the fireplace
- You would connect the pieces as your hand covered your mouth and tears of happiness roll down your cheeks
- “Fred? Did you think we broke her?”
- “Dammit George! I told you we went too far with the fireworks!”
- They would start fighting like cats
- Swatting each other with their hands
- It’s actually kind of funny
- They stop once they see that you’re smiling
- “Guys, no. It’s just I’m so freaking lucky to have you do all of this for me.”
- “Oh, it was nothing. Georgie just sat around doing nothing while I did all the hard work.”
- “Shut up Fred, I thought it was you that told me to do everything so that you could take the credit for it.”
- You smile as you drag them over to the picnic
- Sitting around just eating, joking, talking, and flirting
- And also trying to throw food in each other’s mouths’
- Because come on, they would do that
- Curling up in between them and accidentally falling asleep
- They carry you up to your bed
- And press a kiss against your forehead

@cosleia called me out to do this “draw your favorite character Lisa Frank style” challenge, and as someone who turned her photography assignments in to her professor in a Lisa Frank folder (much to his chagrin), I loved the idea immediately. 

This was hands down the most fun I have had coloring something in a long time. 0 Stress, ALL NEON

anonymous asked:

Hi, I sent you a four part ask and wanted to apologize. I just needed to get all that out of me and I needed to talk to another trans person because most people either outright don't accept me, say they accept me but don't really, treat my transness as a way to show off how "tolerant" and "liberal" they are, or do accept me but just don't get it. I truly am sorry. I've gotten out of a mental health facility that was unable to help me and handled my being trans poorly. I've no where to turn.

Oh gosh nonoNO you don’t have to apologize at all, please do NOT feel bad for those asks

I didn’t post anything about it yet because I was away from Tumblr, that’s all

I just now got back on…

To answer the last part of your 4th part: you are completely justified to feel that way. It’s normal, as you phrased it. There should be no shame involved. I want to make that clear: you don’t have to apologize to me for those asks.

And if you’re willing to come off anon to discuss in-depth, especially if you want to vent more, I’d totally be willing to do that.

Phan: Those Who Trust - Part 26

Wordcount: 3.3k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: past non-con and abuse
Summary: Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.
Beta: legendarygalaxydragon
A/N: Hi. Hello. I’m not going to apologize for the April Fool’s prank because I had the time of my life reading your reactions, but here’s the actual next part of TWT. The beginning might look familiar to you. ;) I personally really like how this one turned out. Hope you enjoy. :) xx

|| MASTERPOST ||

“Phil?“

“Hm?“

“Can we try the wrist-grabbing again?“

Phil sat up from his current position on the couch. Dan was leaning against the doorframe to the lounge, hands in his pockets, posture comfortable. There were no signs of tension in his body. He looked relaxed and calm, and that was definitely Phil’s favourite look on him.

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Party Time

[Hi! Could you do a college AU imagine where y/n is close friends with Jenna and Tyler and they hook y/n and Josh up at a party? - Anonymous]

[A / N: So, I didn’t upload an imagine yesterday because I was working on this one. This is extremely long and I’m apologizing for it now but I’m really happy with how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it!]


Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you pulled it out, seeing a text from your best friend, Jenna. 

Hey, I got us invited to a party. You in?

You sighed, knowing damn well that only she was invited to it. No one liked you except Jenna. And Jenna’s boyfriend, Tyler. But besides them, everyone else at this college hated you and you didn’t know why. 

You mean that you were invited. 

While you were waiting for her to text back, you walked around your dorm room, putting your text books into your bookbag. You had just finished your homework which means that you had the entire weekend to do literally nothing. Maybe watch some Netflix, eat a bunch of junk food, and possibly wallow in self pity as you didn’t understand why no one liked you. Which is why you didn’t understand why Jenna wanted you to go to a party, with strangers that were from college. They probably already hated you before you even showed up to their stupid party. 

Yes, but I’m inviting you. So you in?

You groaned as you flopped down on your bed, sliding halfway off the edge as your socked feet slide across the hardwood floor. You held your phone above your face for a moment as you considered your options. 

You could spend your entire night, and weekend, holed up in this stuffy dorm room, watching crap for tv. Or you could go to this party with Jenna, have everyone hate you, cry in the bathroom, and get completely shit faced when you found the alcohol. You decided on the latter. 

Rolling over, you propped yourself up on your elbows while your knees just barely touched the floor. You hung your head, sighing once again, and you sent a quick text off to Jenna saying yes. You deflated when you saw that it actually sent, and slid all the way down the side of your bed, sitting on the floor. 

Great see you in half an hour! <3
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You barely had time to shower and fix your hair and make up before Jenna was knocking on you door. You secured a towel around your body as you opened the door for her. She grimaced at you as she walked in.

“You’re not ready yet?” She walked over to your bed and sat down, crossing her legs.

“You didn’t exactly give me much time. I was just barely able to get a shower.” You walked to your dresser, pulling out some clothes and started to head towards the bathroom. But Jenna stepped in front of you and she grabbed the clothes out of your hands, unfolding them.

“Seriously? You were gonna wear sweatpants?” She raised an eyebrow at you and you just shrugged your shoulders. You just really wanted to get this party done and over with. And if that meant that you would feel more secure wearing sweatpants to a party, then you would definitely do that. 

Jenna tossed your clothes on your bed and walked back to your dresser, rummaging through it till she found clothes that she was satisfied with. She handed you black skinny jeans, a black crop top, and your really good underwear and bra. She didn’t say anything as she turned you around towards the bathroom. Once inside she shut the door and you were forced to stare at your reflection as you changed into the clothes.
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“Seriously, everything is going to be fine.”

Jenna grabbed your hand when you exited the car and she pulled you up to the front door. The house was definitely located on the very rich side of town, with its manicured front garden and evenly paved driveway. You both walked up the steps to the porch and just as Jenna was about ready to knock, the door flew open and a shirtless guy ran out, running past you with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He was screaming about someone trying to take his drink, waving the bottle in the air rapidly, spilling the alcohol out of the bottle and onto the grass. 

Jenna pulled you forward into the house and your eyes widened. It wasn’t even seven in the evening and everyone seemed to already be wasted. She guided you through the rooms, weaving in and out of people, until you both reached the kitchen. Surprisingly, there were way less people in the kitchen than in the rest of the house.

Instantly you found Tyler, on the opposite side of the island counter, talking to another guy. He didn’t see you two walk in and Jenna turned to you, holding a finger to her lips. She crept up to him and you slowly followed her example. Once you two were behind him she held up her fingers, counting to three. On the third finger up you both grabbed Tyler’s sides and tickled him. He shouted in shock, knocking his drink over as he attempted to turn around, laughing so hard you thought he might have a heart attack. 

You backed off as Jenna wrapped her arms around him from behind. You awkwardly stood there, leaning against the counter as you watch Tyler try to look at Jenna. But she kept hiding behind his back, giggling like a child. 

You moved your eyes around the room, noticing that some of the people who were in here previously had now left at the outburst. But the guy Tyler was talking to was still there watching the couple fool around like little kids. He suddenly looked up at you and you quickly looked away, starring down at your feet, a light blush rising to your face. My god he was hot. His red hair was slightly sticking up, like he had taken a shower and didn’t brush it, and he had the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen. You found yourself thinking that you wouldn’t mind looking into those eyes for the rest of your life, but you quickly shut that thought down. One step at a time.

“Josh, this is Jenna, my girlfriend, and this is y/n. She’s Jenna’s best friend.” Tyler wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you around to face Josh. You gave him a half hearted wave, your face going completely red. He smiled at you and gave a tiny wave that almost mimicked the one you gave him. 

“Gosh you two are already so cute together!” You turned and glared at Jenna, who was just grinning, looking from you to Josh. She shrugged her shoulders as Tyler dropped his arm from your shoulders to grab her in a bear hug, kissing her lips. She sighed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. You looked away, not wanting to see what you knew they were going to do. They just loved each other so much. 

Suddenly there was a hand on your shoulder and you looked up at Josh. He was holding a glass towards you and you grabbed it, silently nodding your head in a thanks. You sniffed it and realized it was just beer, so you took a sip. You wrinkled your nose as you realized that it was definitely not your favorite kind but you figured that that was all they had in this house. 

“You wanna go take a walk with me?” Josh held his own cup in one hand, offering the other hand to you. You took another glance at Jenna and Tyler and almost gagged. Jenna was sitting on the counter, Tyler in between her legs as they made out. That was way more than you ever needed to see so you nodded to Josh and took his outstretched hand. 

You weaved in and out of people, hand still clasped in Josh’s, as he led you outside. The fresh air hit your face and you breathed in, momentarily closing your eyes. You could actually hear your thoughts now, the house was way too loud with drunk people screaming over the already booming music. 

Josh led you over to a bench that sat in the front garden and he sat on it, letting go of you hand. He patted the seat next to him and you sat down. You looked towards the house as you both sat there in an awkward silence. You quietly sipped at your drink, fidgeting with the hem of you crop top, pulling it down over your stomach. 

“You’re Jenna’s best friend.” You turned and looked at Josh. He was hunched over, arms leaning on his knees, his head turned towards you. 

“Yeah.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you." 

You laughed, leaning back so you rested against the back of the bench. "I hope it wasn’t all bad.” Josh smiled at that, eyes crinkling at the corners. He took a sip of his beer.

“No, it was all good stuff. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

You both fell into comfortable chit chat, talking about your past and how you met Jenna and Tyler. It felt like you could talk to Josh about anything and everything. He was always smiling at you as you told embarrassing stories of Tyler and Jenna. He told some stories of his own that had you laughing so hard you doubled over, clutching your stomach and trying not to spill your drink. It honestly felt like you knew Josh for forever and hadn’t just met him an hour ago. 

Josh’s arm was on the back of the bench now, resting just behind your back, as you recounted a story that happened in high school. He was giggling as you told him about how one of the cafeteria tables had snapped up suddenly as people were just about ready to sit down on it. It had thrown peoples food, trays, and forks through the air. Two of the forks got stuck in the ceiling and they were still there when you graduated high school three years later. 

You quietly trailed off, looking at Josh and then averted your eyes to the door of the house. The party was still in full swing and everyone in there was going to have a massive hang over the next day. 

Cold fingers were suddenly on your chin, moving your head to look at Josh. He was just inches from your face and you instantly turned red, heart jumping to your throat. You tried to swallow and it probably looked like your eyes were bugging out of your head. It certainly felt like they were. 

“I’d like to hang out with you more.” You didn’t have time to respond before Josh moved forward and pressed his lips against yours. You didn’t know what to do. You just sat there, frozen in shock, and he pulled away, concern written all over his face. “Maybe I got the wrong idea. I’m so sorry.”

You snapped out of your shock and shook your head, almost violently. “N…no. I like you, a lot. It just…it just surprised me.” You looked at Josh and he smiled, leaning in again. This time you responded, moving your lips against his slightly chapped ones. You tilted you head slightly, closing your eyes, and opening your mouth to touch his lips with your tongue, asking for entrance. He granted it by opening his mouth and your tongues touched as you explored each others mouths. He tasted like beer, mint, and chocolate. All of those flavors you didn’t mind. 

You scooted closer to him on the bench, knees touching, and Josh wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you even closer. He broke the kiss, moving down to kiss along your jaw, biting your ear lobe slightly. You gasped and closed your eyes, tilting your head back as you dropped your drink to the ground. Josh kissed slowly down your neck till he found a spot he liked and began nibbling and sucking on it. It made you groan and fist your hands in his hair, ruffling it even more than it already was. 

“I so called it!” You snapped your head up, eyes flying open as you saw Tyler and Jenna striding over to you and Josh. Josh looked up at them, leaning back against the bench, arm resting around your shoulders. You moved so you cuddled yourself into his side and felt his hand squeeze your shoulder. Tyler and Jenna stopped just in front of you and Josh, holding hands. They had big grins on their faces and you just wanted to wipe them off as your face turned even redder. 

“I guess you two didn’t really need help getting together after all. Jenna and I had this whole elaborate plan that may or may not have involved  a scavenger hunt and pushing Josh in a lake.” You scowled in confusion as Josh chuckled, his body vibrating next you. Jenna knocked her shoulder into Tyler’s in a kidding manner, turning to you.

“Um, I was going to go back to Tyler’s place so technically you don’t have a ride home.” You squinted your eyes at her, sighing. How were you even going to get back to your dorm now? Tyler’s house was in the opposite direction from college. About thirty minutes to be exact. And it’s not like you could exactly walk home. It was too far. 

“I’ll take her home.” You looked over at Josh as he smiled down at you, eyes doing that crinkling thing again. “I wouldn’t want my girlfriend to be stranded here. I like her too much.”

Okay, whoa, did he seriously just say ‘girlfriend’? You stared at him in shock and Tyler just giggled a little as Jenna huffed out a laugh. Yup, he definitely did say girlfriend. But you didn’t protest. You liked the word 'girlfriend’ rolling off Josh’s tongue, especially when it was said about you. 

You’re heart fluttered and laid your head on Josh’s shoulder, smiling. “I’d like that very much.” Josh squeezed your shoulder again and rested his head on top of yours, chuckling. Jenna and Tyler said their goodbyes and left, Tyler pinching Jenna’s butt and she turned around, playfully slapping his shoulder. You and Josh both laughed at them and Josh untangled himself from you, standing up and offering his hand to you for the second time that night. 

“Your ride awaits sweetheart.” It was official, you were falling hard and fast for Josh. He would definitely be a constant in your life now.


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“BONUS! “Bets”

Author’s Note: this is really a filler, the guys had to know but it turned out too short to be a single chapter so apologies if it’s too short or too shitty. It might be both. I’ll update tomorrow with a real chapter.

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Morgan and Eric walked hand in hand towards the bar, Morgan had the pictures in her hand as she talked to Eric. 

 "How do you think they’ll react?“ Eric looked down at her and shrugged 

 "I don’t know baby, I mean they’ll be surprised, if anything I think I’m the last person they thought would be bringing a baby into this world" 

 "Why?" 

"I’ve spent a lot of years before I met you and after I transfered here saying that I would never get married, never start a family because those are just… Weaknesses” he looked at her again “you are my biggest weakness, and now my kid. But people change and grow up and meet the love of their lives so” he leaned in and kissed her forehead “having a family with you is all I want now”

 "Aww" she cooed while holding Eric by the waist “you’re so romantic” Eric held her by the shoulders and kissed her forehead again. 

 They reached the bar, Morgan took a deep breath before they got in.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s not like they’re gonna ban us for bringing up this news” Morgan nodded and gave him a smile, Eric pounded on the door. The door opened a few seconds later. 

 "But if it isn’t Miss “ I don’t need your dirty points” Creed teased 

 "I gave you back your points because you were being a sore loser"  Morgan and Eric stepped in and walked to the bar. "Well, we’re playing 21 blackjack tonight, it’s easy you just have to count to 21" 

 "You don’t say” Morgan said with sarcasm as she let out a chuckle “are we betting?" 

 "Are you going to win all rounds?" 

 "If we’re betting I am” Creed chuckled this time as they came to the end of the hall and entered the shop, there was a big table set up to the right, the tattooing chairs had been moved to the back for the day. Morgan looked at Eric as he saluted them and beckoned her to sit on the stood of the bar. “I have something for you guys to check out” Morgan said sliding down enveloped to the guys, Eric hugged her by the waist. 

The guys took then and opened then, most if then looking quizzically at them, and of course, Creed was the only one who could understand the mix of blacks and whites. 

 "Are you fucking kidding me?“ He said smiling as he looked at the picture Morgan chuckled as she looked at Eric 

 "Nope" 

 "The fuck is this?” Peter said turning the picture upside down.

“Well” she leaned and took the picture from his hand, turning it to the guys to show them “this is the shape of the head” she motioned “and this is the body, I mean you can’t see it much, and that little thing is the hand”

“Of a baby” Johan concluded 

 "Yeah" Morgan said excitedly 

 "An Eric Junior fucking great" he said with sarcasm, Morgan laughed and looked at Eric, who was smirking as well. Everyone took turns hugging then and congratulating them. 

 "You know what that means bitches you better start paying" he said to the guys before bear-hugging Morgan “I’m so happy for you. For the two of you”

“You made a bet on me?” She said half angry, Creed held her by the shoulders looking down at her 

 "Oh Morgan, Morgan. Did you really thought that having an Amity dad and having a pregnant mother other four times wouldn’t increase my ability to detect pregnant women?“ 

 "Detect pregnant women?” She asked 

 "Yeah, I can tell most of the times. I mean you’re showing already, don’t think I or anyone didn’t noticed" 

 "Almost everyone in dauntless is talking about that’s how I found out" Peter perked up 

 "Who is everyone?“ 

"Well, you fainted, that was a thing to talk about, some people at the infirmary heard Andrew talk to Anne, and most of them were Candor transfers, you know how much candor likes the hidden juicy stuff. So that just spread out, I heard it while in practices yesterday and I knew then I fucking lost" 

"And we’ve seen Eric like rubbing your stomach a few times” Morgan narrowed her eyes at Eric as she glared him. 

“Can you blame me?” Eric said leaning closer, Morgan gave him a sweet smile and kissed his lips 

“So Creed made the bet that I was and everyone I was not" 

"I think Johan said you were too” he said pointing at Johan, who smiled proudly. “We’re really happy for you guys, if anything it was about time you produced the ‘heir’" 

Morgan snorted and shook her head, Creed sat back at his spot, Eric hugging Morgan again. 

"Now, onto the next bet: boy or girl” Morgan gasped as she looked at Eric 

 "Can we bet? Is that too fucked up?“ Eric smiled and shook his head no 

"I’m saying its a boy” she said. 

 "I’m saying it’s a girl" Eric said, Morgan turned to him 

 "Do you really want a girl? Why?“ 

 "For the sane reasons you want a boy” he said, leaning in and pecking her lips The guys made their bets, Creed rubbing his chin malevolently. 

 "I’m saying….“ He paused. 

"Your Amity witchcraft will not work, she isn’t that big yet" 

"I know that’s why it’s hard. I’m saying a boy as well” They gathered the points and guarded them in the bet bin they had in the bar. They betted for anything and everything. 

“What Amity witchcraft?” Morgan asked 

“You can tell the gender by the way the belly grows. I mean it’s not scientific, it’s always superstition but it works most times." 

 "How?" 

 "Ah, if I tell you I would be forever haunted by the  of the many many of my Amity ancestors that have only shared that knowledge with the worthy ones.” He said enigmatically “if I went around screaming about it I would start loosing bets, and that’s not fun” Morgan rolled her eyes and chuckled. 

“And how did it came to be?” Peter asked, taking the bottle of veer in front of him and swigging it.

“I wanted one” Eric said instantly “and Morgan got hooked on the idea" 

"You? Wow” he said lifting his eyebrows in surprise “I would have never pictured you for the one who would like to play house" 

 "Yeah well, people change” he said eyeing Morgan, she gave him a smile. 

 "So are you really showing?“ 

 "Yeah a little bit” Morgan lifted her shirt and turned sideways.

“Mmmmh” Creed said walking to her, he pretended to inspect it “how far along are you?” He poked it with one finger. 

 "12 weeks" she said swatting his hand away and pulling her shirt down. 

 "Yeah, sorry to break that one to you but that is dauntless cake gut" Morgan glared at him, and before she could say anything Eric’s hand appeared from behind her punching Creed square in the chest. Creed ended up bent over with a hand on his chest as he howled in pain. Morgan turned to Eric and gave him a smile. 

 "Thank you baby" Eric just winked at her and held her by the waist again. “So, are we playing 21 blackjack or what?”

We’re gonna find a way - Void Stiles Imagine

Prompt:An imagine where Void Stiles came back and the reader is the first one to see him

Author: Sakura

A/N: So, here it is, the void Stiles Imagine. This is probably the longest Imagine I’ve posted so far and it took me a while to finish it. I’m not really happy with how it turned out, because it was really hard for me to come up with something. I would also like to apologize for not being so active on this account, but both of us are really busy at the moment, but we hope we get to post more Imagines soon and that you still enjoy reading them! I also put a little Stydia scene in, my favorite one to be exactly. The ending is also a bit odd, I hope you don’t mind. Maybe, I’ll do a second part if it’s requested by you guys? Anyways,Thank you so much for the request and for reading of course :) I hope you like it!

Word Count: 3527

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Originally posted by where-my-dreams-hide

Originally posted by jagodejszyn

Ever since Stiles had been possessed by the Nogitsune something had changed about him. He wasn’t the goofy, sarcastic and hyperactive kid (Y/N) had fallen in love with back in fifth grade. He was rather thoughtful now and shut himself away from everyone and everything around him. Not only (Y/N) was worried about him, the whole pack was. Scott had tried to talk to him many times but Stiles always pushed him away. The truth was that he wanted to talk to them, he really did. But he didn’t wanted to bother his friends, especially not when everyone was so busy about fighting the Dread Doctors, a new threat that was  causing trouble in Beacon Hills.

he Dread Doctors were a big problem and Stiles knew that, but still he didn’t bother too much about them because he was more worried about the new kid in town – Theo Raeken. Stiles had always hated Theo. Theo, Stiles and Scott had went to primary school together and as long as Stiles could remember, Theo had always caused any kind of trouble. Stiles had always been suspicous about him but neither his dad nor his pack believed him. They all trusted him, even his best friends Scott and (Y/N) did. Of course Stiles was frustrated, he knew that there was something off about him. Why else would he suddenly come back to Beacon Hills after so many years? Definitely not for Scott or him, like Theo had told him. Stiles had tried everything to convice his friends that Theo was evil, but no one believed him. Little did any of his friends know, how right Stiles was.

It was the night of the supermoon. After Theo had managed to not only break the pack but also Scott and Stiles apart, his plans finally seemed to work out. Stiles, who had to kill Donovan out of self-defense,after being attacked in school a few days back, was feeling the anger inside of him again. After his huge argument with Scott yesterday, Stiles knew he had to talk to Theo. He wanted to know which lie he had told him this time. Everything was falling apart at the moment and (Y/N), who was aware of the situation, couldn’t do anything to help her friends. She was just a human and not capabale of doing the things most of her friends could. But she for sure knew that she had to be there for Stiles now. Maybe she was wrong about Theo and maybe Stiles was right about giving him the benefit of doubt once again.

Of course she wanted to believe him. He was her best friend and her secret crush for so many years and Stiles probably had a reason to dislike Theo. (Y/N) was nervously pacing back and forth around her room, waiting for any of her friends to call her since the supermoon was very dangerous and affective to supernatural creatures. She could at least call Melissa in case something happened and she could also defend herself with Stiles bat just like he had taught her. Sure, it wasn’t as helpful as werewolf claws or fangs, but at least it was somehow useful. (Y/N) had almost lost hope of hearing something from her friends tonight, when suddenly she felt her phone buzzing.
“Scott are you guys alright? Should I call Melissa or should I just come over with the bat?” She asked worriedly but with a sound of relief in her voice. “(Y/N), it’s me Melissa. I called you since you’re Stiles best friend too,” Melissa exhaled before she started talking again. “You need to go over to his appartment and look after him, since I finally managed to sent him home a while ago. He spent the last few hours in the hospital after Theo attacked his dad and he probably would have stayed the whole night if I hadn’t send him home. John lost a lot of blood and I’m not sure if he’s going to make it, (Y/N). I know he and Scott are in a kind of crisis right now, so I thought I’d call you. Stiles shouldn’t be alone, tonight.” (Y/N) hang up without saying a word and immediately hopped in her car to drive over to Stiles. He was right. He was goddamn right and I didn’t believe him, (Y/N) thought, feeling guilt rising up inside of her.

As (Y/N) made it to his appartment, she dragged the car into a parking spot and knocked on his front door. “Stiles?” She called despreatly while still knocking on the door. “Stiles, open up. It’s me (Y/N).” After that she heard someone at the door, opening it slowly. A very tired looking Stiles with swollen eyes stood infront of her. (Y/N) embraced him in a long and comforting hug. “I’m so sorry,” She mouthed. “I should have believed you, Stiles. I should have believed you from the beginning.” She pulled away from him and put her hands on his shoulders, looking at him with an apologetic glance. Stiles just nodded quietly and closed the door after (Y/N) had entered his corridor. “Melissa called you?” He asked, breaking the silence. (Y/N) nodded. “She told me about your dad.” Stiles sighed loudly and turned away from her, giving her his back.“He’s not gonna make it, right?” He asked, his voice sounding weak.

(Y/N) walked towards him and stood behind Stiles now. She put her hands on his hips, slowly turning him around while her hands still rested on them. Stiles looked at her, his eyes blank and full of sadness. “I can’t loose both of my parents (Y/N),” Stiles whispered. “Not both of them.” He leaned in and rested his head on her shoulder. (Y/N) ran a hand through his brown hair, while the other one still rested on his hip. “It’s gonna be okay, Stiles. He’s gonna be okay.” She knew what Melissa had told her and she would usually never be dishonest with her best friend, but right now, not telling him the truth was the right thing to do. Hope would at least save him from even more pain and heartbreak.

(Y/N) had somehow managed to calm him down. “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked with a soft voice. Stiles looked up and starred right into her eyes. “About what happened?” She nodded. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready yet. I just thought that it might help you,” She formed a short smile with her lips. “Yeah, maybe.” Stiles mumbled, thinking back at what had happened.

Flashback:

Stiles was waiting at the parking lot after he had finally reached Theo. He knew he had to talk to him, he needed to know the truth. Theo arrived a second later, looking rather pissed and angry. “Here,” Theo said, throwing Stiles library card at him. “Your dad knows,Stiles. He knows everything.” Theo approached Stiles and walked around him, his glance focused on the brown haired boy. “If Melissa hadn’t found it, he would still think that I killed Donovan,” Theo said. “You know, I took care of everything. I even covered for you, Stiles. But now, now it’s too late.” Stiles head shot up immediately. “What do you mean it’s too late?” Stiles asked. “Your dad,” Theo responded, an evil grin on his face. “He promised not to help Scott, but he lied to me. Do you want to know where he is?” Stiles hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning white. “Did you hurt him?” Stiles asked with an anger in his voice, but Theo didn’t reply. “Stiles getting angry!” Theo stood infront of Stiles now, the evil grin was still on his face. “You know, I never lied about why I came back to this town. I did come back for a pack, Stiles. I came for the werecoyote. I came for the banshee. The dark kitsune. The beta with anger issues, I came for void Stiles.That’s the pack I want. But unfortunately, it doesn’t include Scott.” Stiles suddenly felt the tension rising up, the anger taking over his whole body. He punched Theo in the face, making him fall onto the ground. A few seconds later Theo was back on his feet again, his hand on the place where Stiles fist had hit him. Theo was laughing bitterly. “Yes Stiles! That’s the Stiles I want. There he is, there is void Stiles.” Theo was still laughing and Stiles was still angry. It happened again; his hand had landed on his face once more. “It felt good, didn’t it?” Theo asked, while getting up once again. Stiles didn’t say anything, he was just glaring back at him. “Where is my dad?” He asked furiously. After that Theo had told him the place where his father was and Stiles left without another word. He drove to the named location and that’s where he found his unconsicous father on the ground, his body full of blood.

End of Flashback.

Suddenly, everything around Stiles became blurry and loud voices started echoing through his head. He covered his ears with both of his hands and put his head down, his eyes closed. His chest felt tight, his throat was dry and he found it harder to breathe, almost as if the air was pressed out of his lungs, out of his whole body. “Stiles, are you okay?” (Y/N) asked, stepping closer to him. Stiles turned away from her again. “Don’t!” He yelled and (Y/N) froze in place. Stiles felt anger rising up in his body and he knew what was coming, but he didn’t know how to stop it, how to control it. “Stay away from me (Y/N),” Stiles demanded. “Why? I don’t understand, Stiles.” She responded, her heart aching from the way he was suddenly treating her. “Please (Y/N), I don’t want to hurt you.” Stiles mumbled.

“What are you talking about?” She asked confused. She stepped closer to him again. “You need to stay away from me (Y/N). Please, just trust me.” Stiles begged. “No I’m not going anywhere, Stiles.” She put both of her hands on his shoulders, slowly turning him around. Stiles sighed and opened his eyes, starring right back into hers. “This is why I wanted you to leave,” Stiles mumbled. “He’s back, (Y/N). The nogitsune is back.” (Y/N) shook her head in desbelief, her eyes widened by the sight of his pale face. Stiles had dark, purple shades under his eyes, that made him look like he never had any sleep, just like void Stiles had. That void Stiles she and her friends had eluminated just a while ago. She couldn’t believe it; Her best friend was possessed by the evil spirit again, the spirit that was meant to be gone. The spirit that was meant to never come back ever again.

“Stiles, that.. that is impossible,” She stated, her voice shaking. “We eluminated him, remember? How, how can he be back?” She asked still shocked. “I guess he was never really gone,” Stiles whispered. “Maybe Theo was right and I’m meant to be void (Y/N), maybe I’m meant to be evil.” He reached for her hands that still rested on his shoulders and put them down, intertwining them with his. “Right now I just look like void Stiles, but I don’t know when he will come back and take control over me. That’s why you have to leave, (Y/N). You know what the nogitsune is capable of and I don’t want him to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you.” Stiles said, his gaze focusing on her. “Stiles, I know you would never hurt someone intentionally. You are my best friend and one of the best people I have ever met. You saved Beacon Hills so many times without having supernatural powers. You are a hero, okay? So don’t you dare ever say again that Theo is right and that you’re meant to be evil, cause you’re not.” (Y/N) exclaimed, but Stiles shook his head and pulled away from her.

“Don’t say that, I’m not a hero.” Stiles mumbled. He rubbed his neck and paced hectically around the room. “I killed Donovan,” Stiles confessed. “I killed him. It wasn’t the nogitsune, it was just me. I killed him.” Stiles looked back at her. “I don’t think you would have done it if there had been another way. There must have been a reason you killed him.” She responded with a confident tone in her voice. “What about Allison then? She died because of me,” Stiles said quietly. “She was my friend, (Y/N). One of the less people who really accepted me for who I am. She was such a blessing to the pack and she was the first girl Scott ever loved, ever cared about. And she died, trying to save me. So how am I supposed to forgive myself for what I have done?” Stiles asked, his voice sounding as if he was crying. “So many people left because of me,” He slid down the wall next to him and leaned his head against it, hugging his knees tightly. “Chris,Isaac, Derek, heck even Scott hates me. You shouldn’t be here, (Y/N). I’m a monster capable of doing horrible things.” Stiles whispered.

(Y/N) sat down next to him and put her hand on his knee, drawing small circles with her thumb on it, which always calmed him down. She looked at him. “Stiles, you don’t really think that about yourself, do you?” She asked softly. Stiles nodded. “I do,” He responded. (Y/N) sighed. “You should stop thinking about the people who left, about the people we lost. Instead you should start thinking about the ones we saved, the ones who are still alive. Alive because of you,” She smiled and squeezed his knee lightly. “I know that if the Nogitsune is really back, we’re gonna find a way to beat him again.” Stiles looked back at her. “Why are you so sure about that?” He asked. “Because I know that Scott is gonna do everything to save his best friend, once again, Stiles.” She explained. “Scott is not-” She interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. “Because I’ll do everything, to save you.” She said, her hand still resting on his knee.

Stiles nodded, his gaze still focused on her. “Do you trust me?” He asked suddenly, his voice sounding rather serious now. (Y/N) nodded. “Of course I do,” She responded a smile appearing on her face. “Good,” Stiles said. “So you’re not scared of me?” He asked her again. “Why should I? You’re my best friend, Stiles. I know you would never hurt me.” She reassured him, locking her eyes with his. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” He replied. “What do you mea-” But before (Y/N) could finish her sentence, Stiles had grabbed her by her collar, throwing her towards the bookshelf on the other side of the room. Her body collided with it, instantly breaking the shelf and making the books fall to the ground. She closed her eyes tight and winced in pain. “Still trust me?” Stiles asked, an evil smirk on his face. “Y-Yeah,” She responded. “I’m not scared of you,” She knew she was talking to the Nogitsune now. “Oh sweet,” void Stiles said. “Do you think just because you’re Stiles best friend, I’m not going to kill you?” He asked, but she ignored it.

(Y/N) had managed to get back on her feet again. She approached him slowly. “Stiles, I know you’re somewhere in there. Please come back, it’s me,” She mumbled, locking her eyes with his. “(Y/N)?” He asked, sounding like the real Stiles. She nodded. “Yeah, it’s me.” She put her hands on his shoulders and smiled. Stiles laughed. “You should really learn not to trust a fox, sweetheart,” the Nogitsune mouthed. Before she could react to that, he had grabbed her by the neck, pushing her all the way back until her back was against a wall again. He tightened his grip and breathed into her neck. “Cause they’re trickster, you know.” He laughed scoffingly while dragging her up and making her feet dangle. “What should I do with you, love?” He asked a smirk on his face.

(Y/N) felt her heart beating out of her chest, her body shivering. She was scared. Not because the nogitsune was back, but because of Stiles. What if he would never come back again? What if they couldn’t beat void Stiles this time? She had a feeling that the nogitsune was even stronger now, more powerful and even more vengeful. She felt her eyes filling up with tears, but she tried to hold them back. What was she supposed to do though? The boy she loved was trying to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it, because she wasn’t strong enough. Because she wasn’t like her friends. “You’re scared arent you?” He asked, his face inches apart from hers. Suddenly she remembered something Lydia had once told her and before she could even think about it any longer, she had pressed her lips to his. After a few seconds had passed she pulled away from him and opened her eyes. Stiles, who looked like his old-self again, stared at her with wide eyes. “How did you do that?” He asked with a sound in his voice that was a mix between awe and shock. “Lydia once told me that she had kissed Jackson when he was about to lose control over his werewolf-self and that he shifted back immediately once her lips had touched his and I thought maybe it would work with you too,” She explained, looking at him. “That’s really smart,” He said, still shocked about what had just happened.

(Y/N) felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “I’m glad you’re back,” She said, giving him a smile. Stiles nodded and pulled her in a long and warm hug. “I’m so sorry,” He whispered into her ear. “I almost killed you, (Y/N).” He looked over her shoulder to the broken bookshelf and the books that were spread across the room, hating what he had done. “It’s alright, Stiles. I’m fine and still alive, so don’t bother about it, okay?” She said, stroking his hair softly. Stiles had broke the hug and stepped away from her as far as he could. “No it’s not okay, (Y/N).” He said, looking ashamed at the ground. “I can never forgive myself for doing that to you. You should stay away from me.” He whispered, still looking away. (Y/N) took a few steps towards him. “I told you already, that I’m not going anywhere, Stiles. At least not when you’re not with me.” She smiled at him, even though he couldn’t see her.

“Stiles, look at me please.” She placed her hand on his arm and he finally turned around to face her. “Why would you want to be with me?” He questioned. “Because I love you, Stiles. I’ve always been in love with you,” (Y/N) confessed. She bit her lower lip, something she always did when she was nervous. Stiles put his hands on her face, pulling her closer to him and crashing his lips to hers. (Y/N) immediately kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair. “I love you too,” Stiles whispered after pulling away from her, a smile on his face. “But I’m still possesed, (Y/N). And as long as he’s there, you shouldn’t be with me.” He said, brushing a string of hair out of her face. (Y/N) shook her head. “We are gonna find a way to beat him again, okay? We did it once already and we’ll do it again. We’re a good team, Stiles. Me, you and the pack. We will handle it, together.” She reassured him. Stiles sighed. “I’m not sure if we still have a pack,” He mumbled. “I’m gonna talk to the others. We are going to save you again, Stiles.” She said smiling. Stiles pecked her lips softly. “I love you (Y/N).” He said, resting his forehead against hers. “And I love you, Stiles.” She responded, pulling him in for another hug. 

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five reasons - part 5

Summary: Dan has five good reasons why he wants to marry Phil, but it’ll take him at least four tries before he actually proposes. (Based on this post because it fitted too well to resist.)
Warnings: so much fluff I want to vomit a tiny bit. Writing this chapter made me cry happy feels.
Word count: 1250

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 


A/N: This chapter has music! Music’s mentioned and linked in this chapter, click on the mentions of it to hear it on youtube! It’s a super important part of the storyline so please do listen. Also - apologies for the massive delay - it’s been a while! uni is crazy busy at the moment.
So this is the last chapter! I’m feeling a little nostalgic about this whole series, but I’m really happy with how it turned out, so thanks for coming on this ride with me. This chapter is one of my favourites I think. For the final time in this fic, I don’t own Dan and Phil, I am not either of them, I insinuate nothing and none of this is real. Thanks for coming on the ride, kids. See you soon. 

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I’ve Given Up Part 3 - Carl Grimes Imagine

Originally posted by enids

I guess it was hard, for all of us. Ron and his friends were the only teens around, and Enid didn’t like me because I ‘took Carl and Ron away.’ That’s whatever. 

Though, it wasn’t my fault. I was falling for Carl for a long time, and when I thought we weren’t going anywhere, I moved on like she should be doing. Though moving on turned out bad and good for me, it caused a stir in this system that seemed to be going on.

Ron kept trying to apologize to me, saying it was all a big mistake and how it was in the heat of the moment. That’s shit. They were in his bed for crying out loud. I didn’t forgiven him. Though he started to follow me around like a lost puppy.

Carl, of course, wasn’t liking all of these excuses and such. He actually was starting to get really ticked off about it. He was starting to glare at Ron whenever he came into our view, though I couldn’t blame him. Ron was showing up everywhere. 

I was sitting in the house, alone because everyone went out to do whatever they wanted. I had been reading when there was a knock at the door. I stood up from the couch, walking to the door. I closed the book and sighed. I opened the door and there stood before me was Ron. I looked at him.

“I said I was sorry I don’t know how many times and I know I messed up. I just want you back, is that too much to ask? It was amazing being with you and I know I’m a screw up. I don’t know what happened. Just give me another chance, please.” He begged. I looked at him.

“You don’t get another chance. You only had the one.” I told him, thinking my words out clearly. It seemed that he didn’t get it all the other times I had told him. He looked at me, his eyes getting big and his bottom lip started to pout out. “Just leave, please.” I said and pushed the door shut.

I went back to reading my book, though I knew he hadn’t left the door. He had sat out on the steps, waiting for me to leave the house. He was acting like a stalker.

I heard the door open maybe an hour later. I turned and closed my book, seeing Rick there, holding baby Judith. I smiled and stood, taking Judith. I smiled at her and said hello to her in a babyish voice.

“You know Ron’s outside, right?” Rick asked. I nodded, not looking at him. I wanted to avoid the situation, my stalker and all. “Why are you in here then?” Rick asked.

“Ron’s sort of a stalker.” I said, a bit uneasily as the fact sunk into my brain. I held Judith, then looked to her. I couldn’t be mad or upset if I was around her.
That mood depleted when I heard yelling outside the door.

“She doesn’t want you back!” Carl yelled. I stopped Rick from going out there. I needed to handle the problem, sense I was the cause of it. I handed him his daughter and took a deep breath. I opened the door.

“How would you know? She just needs time and someone better that you!” Ron yelled. I looked between them, not knowing what to say. I should have prepared something quickly before I walked out the door.

“You cheated on her! How are you better than me when you do that?” Carl yelled. I shook my head, biting my lip. He looked so upset, angry. He was rarely like that.

“(Y/N), you have to choose between us. I’m the obvious choice, so it shouldn’t be so hard.” Ron said, looking at me. I became red as I was put on the spot. Though I knew who my heart belonged to, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I looked between them, taking in a breath to calm my nerves.

Carl seemed to calm down when he noticed I was there. “(Y/N).” He said softly, no longer looking mad. He looked sad almost, or maybe confused. Was he scared to lose me? Did he think I would leave him?

“(Y/N), come on, you know what you want.” Ron said. However his words did not sway me.

“I love Carl.” 

“You love him?”

“You love me?”

I turned to Carl. “I love you. I have for a long time.” I said and walked the short distance to him, wrapping my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close to him.

Ron only stared at us, his face becoming red in certain areas. He was upset, more than I though he would be. Though it never occurred to me that he may have actually wanted me back. It wouldn’t have mattered though. I loved Carl.

Once Ron had taken the walk down our front steps and out of our yard, Carl put his hands on my shoulders and pulled away. He looked into my eyes and I looked back into his.

“I love you too.” He said and leaned in close, pressing our lips together in what was the most perfect kiss ever.

anonymous asked:

Josh didn't know how to react when Jen was kissing his face because they were in public and he couldn't just pull her into his lap and make out with her on the stage that coulda made things awkward

i loved that he turned so damn red when she did it.

and if he really hated it, he wouldn’t allow it.  liam said she’d done that to him in the elevator right before.  i think he was just taken aback from her doing it in public.

and did you notice how quickly he apologized when he saw she was upset by his comment.  he can’t stand to see her upset.

she got all sad and was like, “i’m giving him energy and love.”

and even josh commented in saying, “you’re just sitting there like nothing happened.”

BECAUSE IT’S SO NORMAL FOR JEN TO KISS HIM THAT IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL.

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Hey guys, I did the album art for Diplo’s 6th Gear Remixes!

It’s an interesting story of how it happened - Fredric Harbin tweeted me asking if I did the cover art for the EP, and it turned out Mad Decent was using a modified version of my Wonder Boy & Asha in OUTRUN WORLD animation for their album art. I contacted them on Twitter about it, and the guys at Mad Decent were really quick to message back and apologize for the mixup, and in the end I ended up making them a new animation instead!

So shout outs to Mike Jones and everyone else at Mad Decent for giving me this opportunity to do this! 

The Light of the Trickster

Author: lokifuckyeah
Imagine: Imagine telling Sif (your best friend) about your feelings for Loki, and she warns you about him. Once You and Loki are dating, Sif never seems to leave you two alone together.
Rating: 16+ for Content later on.
Chapters: One
Notes/Warnings: Apologies for the delay. I’ve been fairly busy and this chapter turned out longer than expected. I am a Lokean, and I’m really quite proud to be writing Loki as seen in Norse Mythology. It’s also UPG.

Chapter Two:

Sigyn gazed at her reflection in a piece of tall glass. Frejya had drawn her blonde hair back into a single braid, with two thick curls falling down around her heart shaped face. She wore a red dress with gold trimmings around her neck and the hem. “How do I look?”

“Perfect. Come, let us go to the feast. You must try the mead; Freyr has finally perfected it.” Frejya chuckled. “He made it rather strong last year. Thor was complaining of a sore head for several days after he woke.”

Sigyn laughed. “I sure hope I will not be required to dance. My mother taught me one before she died, but I worry it will make me quite emotional if I hear the music again.”

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