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This is a character design I did for the terrible protagonist of a Super Smash Bros story I co-wrote with @plasterbrain last year called Sweaty Angle. We were making fun of bad reader-insert fanfictions, so each chapter was “READER x [INSERT FIGHTER]”. 

The game went as follows: Plaster and I would alternate writing each chapter and every chapter was for a different character on the Smash Bros Roster. The terrible flirty protagonist, Nick Name, would have to hit on a different character every chapter all while keeping some kind of consistent ongoing story. It started as a joke but we got really into some of the characterizations we came up with for the Smash cast (especially Ike, Lucina, and Little Mac). In the end it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever been involved with and we wrote about 120 pages of the stupid thing.

You can read it here!

It was kind of fun to design Nick because first I had to imagine the game she originally came from (A Japanese-Only NES title called IN THE NAME OF LOVE!) and what it would be like. The only descriptor was that Name had to go around and “prevent heartbreak” by attacking weird little demons, so there wasn’t a ton to work with. I imagine the game took place on some island like Doki Doki island or something, so I figured she’d have island garb and I went with an iridescent color scheme like you see inside seashells sometimes. Going on from that the Smash team likes redesigning NES characters with a million fucking bangles and baubles over them so I gave her some meaningless bracelets.

I think she turned out really cute! Name is actually a horrible person and a totally garbage human who sucks at flirting and everything else, so in a way making her cute was kind of a failure, haha.

Imagine if Zionists decided on Argentina instead of Palestine (Fun fact: Argentina was actually considered by Zionists, along with Uganda.) and then expelled thousands of indigenous Argentinians when establishing the Jewish state, and then said “What the hell are you complaining about? There’s tons of other Spanish countries you can move to. Let Jews have this one country for ourselves so we can be safe.”

And that’s how stupid Zionists sound when they say that Palestinians can/should just go to “any of the many Arab countries”, because Arab countries aren’t interchangeable any more than Spanish speaking Latin American countries are. Iraqis aren’t interchangeable with Jordanians just like Peruvians aren’t interchangeable with Chileans.

How to DM for Tabletops

Now If anyone is actually reading this, you’re probably already into Dungeons and Dragons or another type of tabletop game, or at least into fantasy shenanigans since that’s all my blog posts have been so far. Maybe you already run a game and maybe you’re already good at it and that’s just fine. Maybe you also do things differently, and that’s alright too, but it’s always good to share new ideas and even old ideas for those that aren’t quite sure how to make it happen, so I’d like to share what I know.

So the first thing that you need to know is that it’s ok to make mistakes and fuck up as you go along, especially as you’re learning. Sometimes players can get pretty critical about things and we can definitely be more critical on ourselves, but don’t let that stop you if you really have fun doing it. Ultimately, the game is about having fun and as long as you guys are having fun there’s really no reason to stop over silly screw ups. Some amazing examples of stupid dungeon mastering, you can check past posts I have about character’s I’ve played and their adventures. The Vinyr Alkafyn character I wrote about is actually my very first character and my first experience playing D&D, as well as my friends’ first experiences DMing, and there’s a ton of great examples in their story.

That being said, the best way to go about learning in my opinion is to join a group as a player. When you’re a first time player with a group that has already played the game, you can watch and experience the rules first hand which allows you to pick up on a lot of the mechanics of the game and learn a lot about the role playing aspects. Then I would recommend reading the books themselves. If you don’t really know anyone who plays the game and aren’t comfortable, or have trouble finding groups online to play with, then instead I’d say start with the books and go from there. The games are typically very easy to play anyway, most of the “learning curve” as a DM comes from learning what your players enjoy doing, and what kind of challenges are appropriate for your group. Luckily, I haven’t seen a tabletop game that doesn’t have the “challenge rating” of most encounters or monster included in the books, so it’s easy to pick up on what is supposed to be balanced.

Well what if my party is larger or smaller than the party size in the books? Alternatively, what if our party is made up of classes and races that weigh mostly on one end of the balance? Well the answer is simple. You kind of just make your best guess at what the challenge should be, and learn from the mistakes you will undoubtedly make. When I started hosting my own group regularly, I had this problem because I had a group of about 7 or 8 players, which is about twice the number recommended for the challenge ratings in the book. In addition to that, I allowed them to play whatever they wanted since most of us were pretty familiar with the game already as a player. There’s many times where I tried to use an enemy of a higher CR or too many enemies of a lower CR to try to balance the situation, and in the beginning it was almost always strongly weighted on one team or the other and the encounter didn’t really have a “challenge” to it. It was either too hard or much too easy. Eventually I got a feel for the encounters and for the most part my players are pretty satisfied with how they go.

That being said, try to remember that encounters aren’t all there is to the game. In fact, if you aren’t using an adventure path, the best way to go about becoming a dungeon master is to start building a world or setting for your adventures to take place in. Now if you don’t like to build your own material, there are usually plenty of pre-made adventure paths and setting books that you can buy to get your game going, and those are great recourses, but if you’re like me I find that one of the more fun aspects of being a dungeon master is creating your own world setting and story for your friends to adventure in.

I like to start by getting the old imagination going. Think to yourself “what does my world look like? Why does it look like that? What are the important races and kingdoms of the world? Do they get along or don’t they? Basically just try to think about how the real world works politically as well as how your favorite books and movies do things and choose what you like about them. Don’t focus too much on being “realistic” as most of us don’t know everything there is to know about this or that. For instance, I’m terrible at understanding how geography works in terms of world forming and landmasses. Every time I make a map, such as the one I’m working on now, I show it to my friends to review and one or two of my pals will always have a question about why things are where they are, because they don’t make sense in a real world.

I recall one time when my group had a mission that required they sail a warship down this grand canyon-like river to get it to the ocean, and one of the players got hung up on the current and the rocks and how the ship in real life probably wouldn’t have been able to even sail down that river. Don’t let stuff like this discourage you, it’s perfectly ok to simply say “magic shenanigans” or “this is how this works in my world”. Sometimes player’s aren’t satisfied with those kinds of answers if they are the type of person to get hung up on what’s realistic and what isn’t, but that’s perfectly ok as long as everyone still has fun in the end. If you don’t know how something works, you simply can’t incorporate it realistically without doing research and if you don’t find that sort of research or learning fun, it’s ok to use magic as an excuse. After all, this is a fictional fantasy setting the majority of the time and if real rules worked dragons and liches would not be a thing.

That being said, you do want to make sure that regardless of your rulings, that you are as consistent as you can be. Many dungeon masters, myself included, either do or in the past have had a habit of being far too story oriented. What I mean by this is that it’s good to have a story, but your game should be about the players and making them heroes, or villains, or whatever they’re setting out to be. I used to get upset because I’d put so much effort into planning out what I thought was this great and deep story line, only for the players to say “fuck it, I want to spend the entire session making trouble in town and dealing with the consequences!” I used to handle it poorly and kind of just chase them into the story or have them wait to react until the villain is done with his speech instead of allowing them to try to throw a knife at him id sentence. Or even say “too bad you can’t do that” or “just because” when trying to justify my reasons for not allowing them to attack an enemy who was supposed to be appearing briefly for theatrics.

Now that sort of railroading, or even true railroading where your characters get specific missions and go specific places is fine as long as that is what you’re group enjoys, but the biggest thing as a DM is making sure you are open to giving the players what they enjoy as well. That’s not to say you have to sacrifice that super awesome story and dialogue you thought up, it’s just so say to be considerate and compromise. What I started doing is taking the dungeons and the story parts and finding more appropriate organic ways to work them in instead of writing them only to work in specific locations or not allowing players to avoid going where they don’t want to go or doing what they don’t want to do.

That all being said, DMing isn’t really very hard to learn at all. Hopefully my experiences and advice, as well as my way of doing this was helpful for any of you looking to learn the game. To review, learning to be a DM is really as simple as; learning the rules, creating a world or using pre-made adventures, learning to balance the game for your players, and learning the player’s styles as well as their preferences.


A little more advice

           Should I let my players be evil?

Well, as long as they play with each other nicely there’s no problem with evil characters. The main concern people have about evil PCs is that people tend to stab each other in the back or decide to kill another player over an argument rather than settle it peacefully. If your group doesn’t have that problem then great, but if you aren’t sure or if you do have players that don’t handle being evil very well, just lay down a few ground rules or expectations. Maybe if someone wants to be evil everyone else has to be evil and make their goals line up so they are less likely to back stab each other, or maybe just let the player know that the setting is designed with neutral and good NPC’s in majority, and that if his evil character doesn’t behave himself he might end up with some serious in game consequences. These are two good examples, but really you can implement anything that works.

           What if one of my players’ character dies?

Ultimately as a DM your challenges and enemies and even sometimes the NPC’s should behave somewhat realistically, or at least realistically to the setting, and players will always be at risk of death. As long as you aren’t out to get the player, if a death happens it happens. Players should have this expectation, and they should have an idea of what kind of actions might lead to lethal results. For instance, if a rogue character gets into an argument with a shop keep, or gets caught stealing and resists arrest, the guards would likely try to apprehend him. If a fight breaks out, you as a DM can make it less dangerous by giving the guards a nonlethal weapon to fight with, but if the rogue starts stabbing them then it might be more realistic for them to draw their long-swords. If the other players don’t back this character up and it’s four guards to one player, and the player refuses to submit, then yeah that player might die if lady luck isn’t on her side. Alternatively, if you have a level one party walk into a room filled with like 10 or 15 bugbears, and the cave caves in behind them, if they die it’s probably your fault. The idea is to be as fair as you can be and make sure that you are consistent with the expectation of what is and isn’t potentially dangerous. In addition to that, some things just can’t be helped. If the group is a fairly high level and they fight an enemy with a death effect, and the player just happens to fail their saving throw then yeah it would kill them. There is a reason resurrection spells exist in the games, and more often than not the higher level players will be able to heal up a dead party member. Sometimes stuff just happens, and your players probably know it isn’t your fault as long as it really isn’t your fault.

           You may be able to see a re-occurring theme in my advice. Essentially no matter what the problem is, if you are trying to be fair, consistent, and setting the proper expectations, then you shouldn’t really run into many problems in your games. I hope this was helpful!

Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Request - Goddammit, You Stubborn Idiot

Request: Hey, if you’re taking requests can I request a Logan Howlett X reader with “I know you’ve reached a decision, but given that is a stupid ass decision I’ve elected to ignore it.” please? Xx

Hello! I had a ton of fun writing this! I’m not sure if it’s any good or not, but regardless I had a ton of fun! I used to watch the xmen as a cartoon when I was a kid, and so growing up I’ve always had a thing for Wolverine (;P), also he’s a fellow Aussie…. Us Aussies and our beaches and tim tams… think that’s all we’re known for. And the accent everyone thinks we have… we don’t talk like that, I promise. Neither Ives or I sound especially nasal or say ‘g’day mate’ on a regular basis. Anyway, that’s beside the point. Wolverine is a special, stubborn darling, so thanks for requesting him! Happy Reading!


“Logan! Goddammit! Would you stop being so damn stubborn?!” You cried out. He was being ridiculous, once again.
“Logan! I’m coming with you, you absolute goddamnned microscopically brained buffoon!” You two were on the stair well heading down from the rooms. He’d gone, he’d come back, he’d told you about what he was about to do and now he was about to leave again.
“Microscopically brained?”
“First thing that came to mind.” You shrugged. Eh, why not. Didn’t know if it actually worked as a concept but when in doubt, try it and see if it works-ish.
“The first thing that came to mind when you were insulting me was that my brain is only visible under a microscope?” Logan looked confused. Good. This was valuable time to change his mind.
“Yes. Because you’re a stubborn butt sometimes and I’m coming with you. I know you think I’ll slow you down, or that you don’t need me or you don’t want to risk it or whatever cliche dominant man-views you’ve got going on, but I can do this, Logan. I’ve been training. Practicing. I’ve gone out on missions and done stuff! Logan, I’m not the helpless imbecile you think I am. I’m actually good at this stuff.” You paused and looked him square in the eye. He couldn’t argue with that. There was no way.
“I’m going. Alone. You’re not coming.” He turned and continued walking down the stairs. You followed after him, not quite running but almost, just to keep up.
“Logan. You can’t be serious. Dammit Logan! Please see reason? You need two people on this, minimum!”
He rolled his eyes but continued walking. Before you knew it, you were at his bike.
“That’s enough, Y/N. I’ve made my decision.“
“I know you’ve reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it” You said firmly, snatching up the second helmet and jumping on the back.
“Y/N, get off.”
He started undoing his helmet and unexpectedly, he was off the bike, sitting on the steps outside the mansion, just in front of where the bike was parked. He put his head in his hands.
“Logan?…” you asked cautiously. You got up and moved to the steps, but you didn’t take off the helmet.
“What’s… what’s wrong?” You asked, putting a hand on his arm to try to comfort him.
“I just…. dammit, Y/N, why do you have to be so stubborn?”
“Me?! How am I the stubborn one? YOU’RE the stubborn one!” You exclaimed, exasperated.
“I’m only being so stubborn to protect you! I can’t loose you!” His face went blank as he considered what he just said… Maybe that wasn’t supposed to come out, but you were glad that it had.
“Logan… you’re an idiot sometimes.” You reached up and went to kiss him lightly… but then you remembered you had a helmet on, so took it off, and then kissed him lightly. Good thing you remembered too, or the helmet might’ve smashed him in the jaw. Logan rolled his eyes at your helmet-malfunctionage, but a small smile played on his lips.
“Logan… look… we lose people, they flicker in and out of our lives, and I can’t lose you either… But I might end up losing you if I don’t come, if you try this alone. And that’s not something I can live with. Logan… sometimes we have to take the risk. Sometimes we have to risk losing the people we love because they’re their own people, they’ll do what they like. Just… just let me come. I’ll be more help than hinderance, anyhow.” You voice was gently, not pleading any more, you were telling him. He leant down and kissed you.
“… Fine… I just… I worry.”
“I promise I’ll be careful… As long as you promise to be careful too.” He smiled and nodded and handed you back your helmet.

Looked like you were going on that mission after all.


Title: Stutter

Author: Jen (placentaandllamas)

Artist: Oli (hotphansex)

Beta: MarieLou (marielou-for-you)

Word Count: 11k

Rating: PG (language)

Warnings: bullying/physical abuse, swearing/language

Summary: Dan has a stutter and he’s bullied at school for it making him seem cold and distant. Phil is a new student who is paired with Dan to learn his way around the school. Dan just wants to be left alone, but Phil is determined to make Dan’s life less of a living hell.

Author’s Notes: Seriously, MASSIVE thanks to Oli and MarieLou. Oli made the most incredible phanart ever–HE MADE A FREAKING GIF I JUST THOUGHT IT’D BE A PICTURE AND HE’S JUST LIKE ‘lol hope this is okay’. And MarieLou for going over the same crappy thing over and over again and again so that it’s beyond amazing and never once got tired of me :)

I also want to dedicate this to Chris, autumnlesterhowell’s friend who had a stutter and committed suicide due to the constant bullying. I wish his story could have ended like mine. 

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Valentine’s Day

Request:  Imagine where Derek’s friend spends Valentine’s day with Peter because he doesn’t want to celebrate, so Peter says he’ll take her out. They go to dinner, joke around, hold hands while walking around, have a good time, and when they get back she drags Peter up the loft stairs and they’re all giggling. Derek gets uncomfortable because he thinks they’re hooking up because he hears her shower, but in reality they changed into comfortable clothes and they’re watching a movie in her room.

Author’s Note: This is very cute and I had a lot of fun writing it! Thanks for requesting c: I hope you like it! I tried to make it really fluffy and cute

Warnings: References to sex and sexual activities


“So, Valentine’s Day is coming up,” I said nonchalantly, plopping on the couch next to Derek. I glanced sideways at him as he continued to read his book.

“And?” he asked, not looking away from his page.

“Do you have any…plans?” I managed with a shrug. Derek’s eyes flicked to me momentarily, eyebrows raised.

“No, and I don’t intend on making any,” he told me. I frowned at him.

“Oh, come on, Derek!” I whined. “It’ll be fun.”

“It’s a stupid Hallmark holiday, Y/N. And it’s a waste of time and money. There will be a ton of people out and they’ll all be giving each other puppy eyes and frankly, it’s disgusting,” he said. I groaned loudly and sank my body back into the cushions. Derek and I were just good friends, but we may as well have been a couple for the way we acted toward each other. The one exception was Valentine’s Day. He hated this time of year and never wanted to celebrate with me, which usually left me locked in my room eating chocolates and ice cream that I had bought for myself watching cheesy romantic movies all night long. How exciting.

“I’ll take you out, Y/N.” I sat up quickly, turning to find Peter sitting on the spiral staircase, his usual haunt nowadays. 

“Are you joking?” I asked, wary of his words. I sure didn’t want to look like an idiot and jump at his offer if he wasn’t being serious. Peter shrugged and stood up, walking toward the couch.

“No. If you want to go out and have a cliched, sappy Valentine’s date with disgusting puppy dog eyes and chocolates and all that, then I’ll take you,” he told me, a small grin dancing on his lips. I stood up, smiling widely at him. Derek had put his book down and was watching Peter suspiciously. 

“Peter, I would love that,” I told him, leaning up to plant a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he drawled. 

“You’re actually going to go out with him?” Derek asked, looking at me with shock. I nodded my head happily.

“You don’t wanna do anything, so yeah. I am,” I said. “Now, if you boys will excuse me, I need to go buy a little black dress because I have a hot date to look good for!”


My heels clicked as I descended the stairs, excitement coursing through me. Peter had called and said he would be here in a few minutes, so I gathered my things so as not to hold us up when he got here, even pulling on my jacket.

“You look nice,” Derek complimented, startling me. I turned around to face him, a smile on my face.

“Thank you,” I said. He gave me a small smile, but it soon disappeared.

“Be careful tonight, okay?” His tone was serious, but his eyes were soft. I knew he didn’t like the idea of me going out with Peter, even if it wasn’t an actual romantic date.

“I will. Don’t worry,” I assured, walking up to give him a light peck on the cheek. Just then, a knocked on the loft door echoed, making me squeal happily. I walked over to open it to reveal Peter standing there dressed in a black button down, dark wash jeans, and a nice jacket. His hair was spiked in the front and his blue eyes stood out.

“Good evening,” he greeted playfully. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” Peter handed me a small bouquet of flowers and a heart-shaped box of chocolates, making me giggle.

“Why, thank you!” I told him. I swear I saw Derek roll his eyes as I went to put them in some water before we left. 

“You look gorgeous, Y/N,” Peter told me with a smirk. I blushed slightly.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied. He extended his arm and I took it happily.

“Shall we, m’lady?” I giggled again making his smirk turn to a smile. “Have a good night, Derek,” he called over his shoulder as we made our way to his car. Peter told me he made dinner reservations at a nice restaurant outside of town near the coast. The drive was full of laughter and easy conversation, not something that happened often with Peter. When we got to the restaurant, he led me inside with his hand resting on the small of my back. We were seated by a large window with a fantastic view of the ocean.

“This is honestly so amazing,” I admitted to him as we waited for our food to be brought out.

“Well, I don’t half-ass anything,” he said, taking a sip of his wine.

“Thank you, Peter. Seriously.” He gave a wink, grabbing my hand that rested on the table and pulling it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss to my knuckles, making me blush.

“I’m actually quite enjoying this myself,” he said. I smiled at him. We talked smoothly throughout the night. He asked me about my life outside of Derek, my family, my interests. When our food came, we dug in, commenting on how great it was and trying a bite of each other’s. I asked how he had found the restaurant and he told me about his interest in this area, just a short drive from Beacon Hills, and he explained about some other werewolves he knew in the area that his sister had had connections with.

“That meal was fantastic,” I declared once I had finished. Peter agreed, placing his napkin on his plate and resting his chin on his laced fingers. 

“That couple over there is staring at each other with those horrid puppy eyes,” he whispered to me. I glanced discreetly behind me to see who he was talking about. “Don’t look,” he laughed quietly. “It’ll give us away. Let me see if I can hear what they’re saying.”

“Peter! That’s eavesdropping,” I scolded, but I couldn’t help the smile that was on my face. He dismissed me playfully, focusing in on their words.

“He’s telling her how much he loves her, isn’t that sweet,” he said. “She’s giggling like a teenage girl, batting her lashes at him. Now he’s saying that she looks totally hot.” I laughed into my hand at his words. “Oh my, she just said she wants to make it an early night and head home.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, making me blush. “And he’s more than happy to oblige. And now she’s- oh…oh my.”

“What?” I asked curiously. Peter sat up, his eyes going wide. 

“She, uh. She is describing to him exactly what she wants to do when they get back. In great detail that I will not be repeating,” he told me, his cheeks a little pink. I don’t think I had ever seen Peter Hale blush in all the time I had known him. I didn’t know that he was capable of it, honestly. After holding gazes for a moment, we broke into peals of laughter, a few people around us stopping to look over. “Let’s get out of here,” he suggested, still laughing in bits. I nodded and stood up. Peter helped me slip into my jacket and followed me out of the restaurant, his hand finding that space on my back again. When we got to his car, he opened the door for me. “There’s somewhere I’d like to show you if you’re not too tired.”

“I’d like that,” I said. He smiled and closed the door, heading to his side and jumping in. We drove for about five minutes before coming to a line of trees. “A forest? Isn’t that dangerous this late?” I asked flirtatiously. Peter scoffed and led me toward the trees.

‘’Don’t worry, sweetheart, I think I can protect you,” he said, grabbing my hand. We walked for a few minutes before the trees opened up to a small clearing. We were standing near a cliff face looking out at the ocean. The stars were filling up the sky and the moonlight was reflecting off of the water. My jaw dropped when I saw the view.

“Peter, this is….wow,” I whispered, taking it all in. 

“I used to come quite a bit when I was younger. I’d come to think, clear my head, de-stress, bring girls here,” he said, smirking at the last part. I gave him a cheesy grin nudging his shoulder with my own. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I love it. Thank you for showing me this,” I told him. He smiled at me and then looked out over the water. We stayed like that for a long time, basking in the beauty of it all, his hand still holding mine. My body shook with chills as the wind picked up. 

“Let’s head back, huh?” he said. I nodded and we walked back to the car and headed for home. As we entered the Beacon Hills limits, I turned to look at Peter in the darkness of the car.

“Thank you for tonight. This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve had in a long time,” I told him sincerely. “Usually I just lay in bed and watch cheesy movies while eating junk food.” I let a snort of laughter and Peter grinned at me.

“That can still be arranged, but you won’t have to be alone,” he said, turning to glance at me. I couldn’t stop the smile from parting my lips.

When we got back to the loft, I grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him to the door. We walked in and dropped our coats before I started dragging him up the stairs, both of us laughing like idiots.

“Hey, how was…your night?” Derek asked, his face turning confused when he saw us heading for my room.

“Oh, it ins’t over yet,” Peter said, winking down at him just as we got to the top. Derek’s face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and anger. It only made me laugh harder. I closed the door when we got up there, and started to strip out of my dress.

“I’m jumping in the shower really fast. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” I said, heading into my bathroom and turning on the water. I jumped in and cleaned up quickly. I changed into some comfy pajamas and walked out to find Peter laying in my bed watching Valentine’s Day in his boxers, his shirt unbuttoned, and eating my chocolates. I couldn’t help but laugh at him, earning a “What? You said to get comfortable,” before jumping in next to him and leaning back against the pillows. After a few minutes, the door to my room flew open and there stood Derek.

“Can we help you?” Peter asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrows at his nephew.

“Oh, I- uhm, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you two..” he stuttered, heading back down the stairs after shaking his head and closing my door again. I couldn’t help but laugh at him after he was gone.

“He totally thought we were having sex,” I said, popping a chocolate into my mouth. Peter chuckled and we turned our attention back to the movie. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up under covers, not remembering how I got there, with a txt from Peter on my phone.

I had a great time last night ;) Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N

I smiled at that and got up, stretching, and walked downstairs. There was no sign of Derek around, so I figured he’d probably gone out to go help Scott or something. I walked into the kitchen to grab a banana, then moved toward the table to sit down. I froze when my eyes landed on it. There, sitting in the middle of it, was a huge bouquet of white roses and a card with my name on it. I smiled, confused, but still happy. I opened up the card, surprised to find that it was from Derek. 

Happy Valentine’s Day

koopateen  asked:

Forgive me for asking again ^^; but what do you want to see when Sonic's 25th Anniversary comes around?

I would wish to see tons of great things! I want a new video game, I want more merchandise, I want a Sonic Boom special! Ooh maybe even like an hour long “episode” you know? I used to love whenever cartoons had specials, so it’d be a great reason to have one. 

We all know what I really want though

Around the Campfire (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: There needs to be more dad!fob and high school!fob imagines

I knock lightly on Joe’s front door, tapping my foot as I wait for someone to open it. A few seconds later, the door is pulled open and Joe looks out at me with a grin.

“Hey (Y/N)! We thought you were never gonna get here”

“Sorry” I say with a small smile, “ family stuff”

“Eh no problem, come on in” he replies, stepping back to let me in.

I slip past him quietly, heading for the back room. I walk into music and arguing coming from the rest of the guys. As I step through the door, they turn towards me, all saying various types of hellos. I wave back, and take a seat on the couch. I pull my legs up under, tucking myself into a ball.

“Hey (Y/N), what took you so long?” Patrick asks, plopping down on the couch next to me.

“Oh, um, my parents were fighting again” I say quietly, looking away in embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” Patrick asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I can’t hide the blush that creeps up on my face as soon as he touches me, so instead I just stare down at my hands, nervously picking at my cuticles. “Yeah, I’m f-fine” I say, praying he doesn’t question anymore.

“Okay, but just know I’m here if you wanna talk” Patrick says, catching my eyes with a smile. I smile in response and nod, that stupid blush heating my cheeks again.

I flick my eyes back over to the rest of the guys. Andy sits on the floor, back resting against the wall as he flips through a comic book, and Joe and Pete sit across from each other, talking about this weekend.

“I have the perfect idea!” Pete suddenly announces, jumping up from his chair, “We should go camping!”

“No” Patrick says immediately, the same time as Andy goes “Why?”

Pete throws an injured look at them, “Come on it would be tons of fun, two days up in the mountains, no parents, and we can do whatever the hell we want”

“Sounds like a horrible idea” Patrick states, unconvinced.

“I agree” Joe throws out.

“I’m in, sounds like a good plan” Andy comments.

“Okay so it’s two to two,” Pete declares, turning to me expectantly, “What do you think (Y/N)?”

I look back at him in surprise, “You guys want me to come?”

Pete looks at the other guys, confused. “Of course we do. Why wouldn’t we?”

“I, uh, I don’t know” I mumble, “I just figured you guys would want a boys weekend or something”

“No, no, if we have to go we definitely want you to come” Joe says decidedly.

“Oh, okay” I say with a small smile, happy to be included in this, “Then yea it sounds good to me”

“Whoo hoo!” Pete leaps up from his chair again, high fiving Joe, and then me. “We can leave Friday after school then?”

“You can all drop your stuff at my house before school, and we can leave from there after, I only live like five minutes away from school,” I suggest, “I mean only if you want to”

“Perfect!” Pete says excitedly. “Now we just need a list of stuff to bring” He bounds across the room and runs into the kitchen, presumably searching for paper.

“I swear Pete is actually five years old” Patrick says with a laugh.

“Yeah, but I doubt five year olds wear as much eyeliner as he does” I say in response. Patrick laughs loudly as Pete comes back in the room, causing Pete to glare at us.

“Are you guys talking shit about me?” He asks, suspicious.

“Everyone talks shit about you, get over it” Joe says from the couch,

Pete lets out a sarcastic laugh and flips him off, sitting back down and starting on his list.

Two hours later, I leave Joe’s house with the job of bringing one of the tents, and extreme excitement about this weekend.


Friday afternoon, we all head back to my house. I ride with Patrick, since I usually walk, while the other guys drive themselves.

“Are your parents still fighting?” Patrick asks gently, turning to look at me as we stop at a light.

I let out a humorless laugh, “ They haven’t stopped fighting in months”

“I’m so sorry, that must suck”  He says apologetically.

“Nah it’s fine” i say with a shrug, picking at the hem of my shirt.

“Why do you always do that?” Patrick asks suddenly.

“Do what?” I ask in surprise.

“You just, you never act like anything bothers you. You write everything off like it’s no big deal, even though I can tell it’s hurting you” He says, clearly bothered.

For a second I don’t even know how to reply. I didn’t think anyone noticed that I did that, so now I don’t know how to explain it.

“I’m sorry, I just-”  stammer out, “ I guess it’s just easier” I finally say lamely, right as Patrick pulls to a stop in my driveway.

“Okay, just remember what I said the other day, if you need anyone to talk to, or anything at all, I’ll always be here for you (Y/N). I care about you” he says seriously, looking into my eyes.

My eyes widen at the words, and I can’t help the way my lips turn up into a small smile.

Suddenly, Patrick leans a little closer to me, and once I realize he’s going to kiss me, my anxiety kicks up in the pit of my stomach.

“We should, uh, go inside,” I say, clearing my throat, instantly ruining the moment.

“Oh, uh, yea right let’s do that” Patrick says, adjusting his hat and running his fingers through his hair quickly. I mentally kick myself as we get out of the car and head towards the house, unable to deny the now awkward feeling. Luckily, the other guys show up a few minutes later, and the tension fades as we’re distracted and getting ready to go.

A half hour later, we stand at the front door, getting  a last minute safety lecture from my mom as she fusses over me. “Remember, if you guys need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call. And if anyone gets hurt, in anyway, call for help first, and then call your parents, okay? Oh, and don’t drive to quickly up or down the mountain, those curves can get tricky-”

“Mom, we get it okay? We’ll be fine!” I finally says, exasperated.

“Okay, okay, you can go just be safe!” She finally releases us,saying goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and a hug for each of the boys.

We pile into Andy’s car, and begin the drive. Andy drives, Pete calls shotgun, and Patrick and Joe slide in the middle row, leaving the only seat open in between the two.

I throw an awkward look at Patrick, opting to spend the drive in the very back, rather than live through the awkwardness that I created. Patrick gives me a strange look as I get in the back, but lets me pass anyway.

I settle into the back, stretching my legs out on the seat, sliding my headphones into my ears. I slid into sleep quickly, and in no time at all, Joe shakes me awake, announcing that we found the “best possible spot” to camp.

When I get out of the car, squinting against the bright sun, I have to agree. The ground is relatively flat, with trees scattered, and we’re pretty close to the lake too. We begin unloading the car, and move on to start setting up the three tents.

I start one by myself, but soon become tangled in all the poles and tent, so Patrick comes over to help. An hour later, we finally have our camp site set up, and we decide to celebrate by going for a swim. I stand on the edge of the lake, arms wrapped around myself, attempting to cover as much skin as possible, when I suddenly feel arms wrap around me. I let out a scream as Joe slides his arms under mine,and Pete bends down, grabbing my legs from beneath me at the same time. They walk into the water, holding on to me despite my struggles, and once they make it deep enough, swing be back and forth, letting me go and flinging me into the water.

I let out a scream as I hit the water and slide beneath. I push up from the bottom, and pop back up, immediately finding them cracking up.

“You dicks!” I yell, sending a splash of water towards them, only causing them to laugh harder.

I look up to the shore to see Patrick and Andy walking quickly down to the water’s edge in concern.

“What happened? We heard yelling” Andy calls out, scanning the water.

“That was me, but I’m fine, Pete and Joe are just being assholes” I call back

“Oh okay, so nothing new” Patrick calls back with a laugh, walking  into the water.

We spend the next few hours hanging out in the water, cracking jokes and playing games.

That night I collapse in my tent exhausted, but happy for the first time in a long time.


The next morning, I wake up earlier than everyone else, as usual, so I make us some breakfast. Eventually, lured by the smell of food, the guys get up and wander out.

The whole day we spend essentially just hanging out. We go for a hike through the words, which consisted of a lot of pinecone wars between Joe and Pete, swim in the lake for a while longer, and hang out, listening to music, By the time we sit around the campfire that night, I’m exhausted, but the guys are just getting started. Pete pulls out a couple of six packs, passing us all a beer. I decline, along with Andy, but I feel the party vibe anyway. We turn on some fun, fast music, sitting around singing along and watching Joe dance like crazy.

Eventually, as the guys get drunker, they also get  little calmer, so we switch from dancing and singing to the classic game of truth or dare, I watch as the guys perform stupid stunts and weird sexual acts, thanking god that I haven’t gotten chosen. I almost escape without ever going, but then Pete spots me in my chair and grins.

“So (Y/N),” he says still grinning a little evilly, “truth or dare?”

I take a nervous breath, “Um, t-truth I guess”

“Perfect” Pete says with a grin “So, you have to date one of us. Who would you choose?”

“W-what?” I respond nervously, eyes darting around the group. My eyes falter  on Patrick who’s now glaring at Pete. “ I’m not answering that!”

“Come on, you know the rules. If you don’t answer you have to jump in the lake. Naked”

“Seriously?” I complain.

“Pete, come on, leave her alone” Patrick says quietly.

“No, she’s fine Patrick it’s just a question,and she agreed to play, so (Y/N), who is it?”

I look back and forth between all four of them. All of them, even Patrick, look extremely interested in what I’m about to say.

“I would choose Patrick” I finally say. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Patricks eyes widen in shock, and Joe explodes from my chair.

A furious blush fills my face as Patrick looks at me, but I avoid his eyes, confused by Joe.

“Suck it! You owe me ten bucks!” He yells at Pete, jumping and cheering.

“You guys bet on this!?” I demand angrily, standing up from  my chair.

“Unfortunately, we did” Pete says, shoving money into Joe’s hand, who continues cheering.

Tears threaten to fall as the embarrassment finally lands on me, all four guys staring.

“Well I’m so glad my humiliation is so entertaining to you” I finally, say, voice audibly shaking. Pete and Joe immediately sober up, looking like they got slapped in the face.

“We didn’t-” Pete begins, but I don’t listen. Instead I turn around and walk away, leaving the light of the fire for the lake shore. As soon as I’m out of sight the tears fall, the humiliation and embarrassment washing over me in crushing waves. There was almost no chance Patrick would ever like me before, and now, now there wasn’t even a chance.

I hear my name being called but I ignore it as I finally reach the shore. I sit down on a rock and pull my knees up, attempting to stop crying. I hear the yelling come closer, and then it stops, and is replaced by the sound of footsteps. Without even looking back, I know that it’s Patrick.

“You don’t need to do this Patrick” I say, angrily wiping away the tears on my face.

“Do what (Y/N)?” He asks, surprise in his voice.

“Come over here and lie or try and spare my feelings, I don’t want your pity” I say bitterly.

“(Y/N), why would you even think that?” He comes up besides me quietly, leaning against the rock and staring at me, but I refuse to look at him.

“Because I like you Trick, I like you so much, but now you know. And I know you don’t like me back, but you’re such a  good guy you’re gonna come over here and do everything you can to make me feel less mortified, but I don’t need it”

“Bullshit” Patrick says suddenly. I look at him with wide eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“I said bullshit. You don’t get to tell me how I feel or why I do what I do. Did you even consider the fact that I came out here because I like you too? Because for years I’ve been dying to tell you but i’ve been too afraid?”

“But, I-” I respond, speechless

“Oh my god (Y/N),don’t you see? You’re just as much a part of this family as any of us, yet you always act like you’re not wanted. Can’t you tell that we want you? Can’t you tell that I want you,more than anything? That I’ve always wanted you!” He finishes his speech blushing, but still looking aggravated.

“You like me?” I ask in total disbelief.

“Yes, (Y/N), I like you, a lot” he says with a laugh.

“Well, um” I say nervously, sliding down from the rock “ you may have figured this out, but I might possibly like you back” I say blushing, and looking away from him, biting my lip.

Patrick laughs, “You are so weird” he says, slowly moving towards me, placing his hands on my hips, “ and I love it”

Moving slowly, he bends down to kiss me. Just like last time, my heart races and anxiety flares, but this time I don’t run away. No, this time I take the plunge and kiss him back.

We only break apart when I accidentally knock his hat off, and we pull away as he bends down to pick it up out of the sand, shaking it off.

I take it from his hands and pull it back on his head, smiling shyly up at him. He grins at me, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip, and softly kissing me again. I shiver at his touch and kiss him back.

In the background, Pete, Andy, and Joe starts cheering.

Hormones // Taylor Caniff

Yay third imagine of the day, and my first Taylor one :) Thanks for the continuous support, and don’t forget to leave requests! I loved this one because it was so unique, so unique requests are awesomeeeee
Love you guys always❤️

Living with all the Magcon guys wasn’t always the best thing in the world. Yeah, most of the time it was pretty awesome, but there were times like today, when it was not awesome. I woke up that morning and went to the bathroom and saw that I had started my period. Great. After getting ready, I went to the kitchen and grabbed the Nutella and a spoon. For some reason, I always craved it when I was on my period. I walked into the living room and saw Cameron and Nash sitting down.
“Woah Y/N,” Cameron laughed.
“Is it that time of the month?” Nash asked.
“Shut the fuck up,” I said as I turned around and walked back to my room, hearing them chuckle behind me.
“Where’s the Nutella?” I heard Johnson yell form the kitchen.
“Y/N has it, don’t go ask for it though, she might bite your head off,” Gilinsky said, causing them all to laugh. They always made fun of me when I was on my period. It was actually really annoying considering I was really moody. I walked downstairs and put my spoon in the sink, throwing the Nutella at Johnson.
“There you go, now you can stop complaining,” I snapped as I walked away again. I was in a really bad mood right now and their teasing wasn’t exactly helpful even though I knew they were just trying to be funny and joke around.
“Guys come on, leave her alone,” I heard Taylor said to them.
“Really Tay? You know we love teasing her, she’s fine,” Cameron said.
“But she’s not in a good mood don’t make it worse,” Taylor added. After that all I heard was mumbling, but I couldn’t make out any of the words they were saying. I took Advil as I walked into my room and curled up on my bed, looking like a mess. Footsteps came running up and my door opened.
“We’re going swimming, if you wanna come out you can,” Taylor said.
“Thanks Tay,” I grinned as he smiled and walked away. I’ve always had a little thing for him. Every time he talked to me I got butterflies and the thought of him brought a smile to my face. I groaned as I pulled myself out of bed and put on a bathing suit and towel and walked into the backyard. I set my towel on the back of one of the chairs as I walked over to the steps of the pool.
“Woah Y/N, we don’t need the pool turning red,” Matt said and they all laughed, again.
“Yeah, like we know it’s not but spare the rest of us,” Hayes added.
“First of all, I’m wearing a fucking tampon, so I can swim. Second of all, fuck you guys because you’re all being assholes and third, don’t talk to me,” I said as I got out of the pool and grabbed my stuff, running inside and back to my room where I changed my clothes and sat on my bed, beginning to cry. Stupid hormones, I shouldn’t be crying right now.

*Taylor’s pov*

I watched as Y/N ran out of the pool and back into the house. The guys went silent.
“Wow, you guys are so stupid,” I said.
“Shut up Taylor,” Nash said.
“I told you not to make fun of her. She’s sensitive and it’s kind of annoying when you have a shit ton of guys making fun of you for something you can’t control,” I said.
“We were joking around, we know you would too if you didn’t like her,” Nash said. He’s right, I did like her.
“Whatever, I’m going inside,” I said as I got out of the pool and wrapped my towel around my waist.
“Remember, she’s on her period,” Cameron winked.
“Seriously?” I asked as I walked into the house and to Y/N’s room, knocking lightly on the door.

*Y/N’s pov*

There was a knock on the door.
“Did I not make myself clear? I said don’t fucking talk to me!” I screamed.
“Uhm, it’s Tay,” I heard him say from the other side.
“Fine,” I said as I put my face in my pillow. I felt the bed sink next to me. I sat up and stared at him.
“Are you crying?” he asked. I just nodded.
“Why?” he asked.
“I don’t really know, because they’re assholes?” I said as more of a question.
“Well there’s no denying that,” he chuckled.
“Thanks for sticking up for me, by the way,” I said.
“No problem, you don’t deserve to be made fun of like that,” he shrugged.
“Why? I would think you’d join them?” I said.
“I feel sort of protective over you,” he said.
“How come?” I asked.
“Because I really like you,” he mumbled.
“What?” I asked.
“I really really like you, and I have for a while,” he said.
“I like you too, a lot actually,” I blushed.
“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.
“Of course,” I grinned widely as another tear spilled from my face.
“What the hell,” I laughed as I wiped away with my sleeve.
“I’m so weird I’m sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay,” he smiled. I hugged him tightly and he hugged back.
“You made today a lot better,” I grinned.
“Glad I can help,” he winked. We stared into each other’s eyes for a while and I saw Taylor start to lean in and tilt his head, I did the same and our lips connected. It was perfect, just like I’d always imagined.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he breathed when we pulled apart. I just nodded because I was speechless. My phone buzzed and I looked over, seeing it was Cam.
Look outside
I stood up and took Taylor’s hand as I walked over to my window, pulling the curtain to the side. On the grass in front of the pool, I saw “We’re sorry” spelled on the ground with dandelions and all the boys standing behind it, pouting. I smiled widely as I ran out to the backyard and pulled them all into my arms.
“We’re really sorry, we didn’t mean for it to get that bad,” Nash said.
“It’s okay I’m just emotional,” I sighed.
“So we’re good?” Aaron asked. I nodded enthusiastically. As I talked to the boys, I saw Taylor go off to the side with Hayes and Matt.
“So?” Matt asked.
“I kissed her,” Taylor said.
“Yeah!!! That’s my boy!!!” Hayes yelled as he pulled Taylor into a hug. I started to laugh.

homeontheburrow  asked:

I think I'm noticing a strange weeding out process where only the stubbornest most defiant shippers are left here (God bless us, every one!) and no matter what fuckery TPTB provides, we continue to laugh at it. I don't know if I'm stupid, crazy or just pissed, but I'm not going anywhere. I feel like the people left here are extremely like-minded.

Different strokes for different folks and by strokes, I mean different tolerance levels for shipping fuckery. It’s not for everybody and we all have our thresholds. Mine just happens to be in a doorway at the end of an eternal hallway, and it sounds like yours might be, too. The crazy part of the equation is that the hallways in a goddamned fun house with tons of mirrors, so we couldn’t find out way out even if we wanted to.

Hollstein’s First Time TMC-verse (and a look at Laura’s Juilliard friends)

“Good morning, roomie!” Laura exclaimed, throwing open the door. She practically waltzed in, throwing her stuff on her bed.

“You were gone again,” Molly said. She laid partially off the bed, long chocolate brown hair falling into Laura’s face. Laura batted it away. “All night. Where’ve you been?”

“My girlfriend’s.” Laura answered, unable to stop smiling.

Laura would never understand how the test matched her with Molly as a roommate–they acted nothing alike. She certainly wasn’t complaining, though. Friends with Molly Elizabeth, daughter of Michelle Elizabeth, Broadway producer? Laura would never pretend to be friends for personal gain but–well, it was definitely a bonus.

Molly sat back up and in a few moments was on the ladder, climbing down. “You know, it’s a rule that you’re supposed to live on campus your first year.”

“I live on campus. My stuff is here. I just–”

“Sleep at your girlfriend’s house every night instead.”

“What, Molly, you don’t like Carmilla?” Laura asked, grabbing her secret stash of cookies from under her bed.  She’d brought her around a few times. Mostly it was Carmilla asking Molly questions about her mom, but she didn’t think it went badly.

“No, all the girls on the floor love when you bring Carmilla around.” Molly said, “I don’t know, it’s just a reminder of all the sex we’re not having–”

Laura dropped her cookie. “Wait, what? Who said we’re having sex?”

Her roommate’s eyes widened. “Wait, I mean, er–”

“What, you all talk about us?”

“I might have talked about it with Mary a few times–”

Laura was off the bed and grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her out the door in about five seconds.

Mary Ringwold!”

Mary was the neighbor to the right; she was at Juilliard for violin or something. Laura didn’t know for sure, actually. She was always doing something different when she saw her room. Today she opened the door and looked like she was painting.

“Seriously, Laura, when you’re actually around the dorm do you have to be so loud?” 

Have you and Molly been laughing about my sex life?”

Mary’s nose wrinkled as she looked at Laura’s bunched up angry face, holding Molly by the wrist.

“Laura, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean–”

“Calm down, Mol.” Mary said, crossing her arms, “And seriously Hollis, what’s the big deal? We weren’t ‘laughing’. I just pointed out that you stay at your girlfriend’s house a lot. You should be flattered. We were talking about how jealous we were.”

“She is kind of a supermodel,” Molly mumbled, smiling at Laura sheepishly.

“But–but, I mean, it’s just weird. Plus it’s not even like we–” Laura blushed and stopped talking. Mary raised an eyebrow.

Molly weaseled her way out of Laura’s grip and took a few steps back.

“So, you practically live at her apartment when you’re not in class,” Mary said, “And you’re telling us you never–”

“There are other things in a relationship besides–you know–that.” Laura sputtered.

“We know,” Molly said, standing next to Mary, “but it just seems like that would take a lot of…willpower.”

Mary nodded.

No, it doesn’t. I mean, kind of. I mean–you know, we cuddle in bed and watch movies and sometimes we’ll see a show and stuff but–yeah–we’ve never done that. And that’s fine!”

Molly held up her hands. “Um, we know it is?”

“Well–well–good.” Laura finished lamely. “I think I’m going to go see Carmilla now.”

“Didn’t you just get back from–”

“Nobody asked you Mary!” Laura exclaimed, turning on her heel and walking away.

“Is it possible for people to turn that red…?” 

Mary shrugged.


Okay, Cupcake, what is wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Why does something have to be wrong?”

“Well, for one thing,” Carmilla said, shifted so she had room between them on the couch, “You jump every time I try to put a hand on you. And keep muttering angrily under your breath. Did I do something…?”

“What? No!”

“Because, you know, when I said I liked Patti LuPone’s Anything Goes performance better than Sutton Foster’s, I didn’t mean for that to be a whole thing.”

“Your taste may be questionable, but that’s no reason to be mad at you.” Laura answered. She pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them and looking at Carmilla head on. “No. It’s just that my roommate and my neighbor were both being kind of stupid today.” 

“Oooh, stupid roommates. Want to swap stories? You should have heard all the shit Ell and I heard from our roommates. They were christian southerners.”

Ell and Carmilla…Laura bit her lip. “Um, really?”

“Yeah. Who ended up dating each other by the end of the semester. God, there’s a queer rom-com in there somewhere.” Carmilla said, laughing to herself. Laura smiled uneasily.

“They um…they apparently love to talk about how we were probably having tons of…um, fun when I spend the night here.” 

Carmilla arched an eyebrow. “Well, we do have fun. We have fun on this couch watching TV–”

“You know what I mean, Carm.” Laura said, pouting.

“–We had some fun in the kitchen after dinner, and the bedroom? Don’t even get me started on how much fun I have with you in the bedroom–”

Carmilla,” Laura groaned, putting a pillow over her head.

“Well come on, Cupcake, it’s not a big deal. So they think we’re having sex. Who fucking cares? Let them stew with jealousy.” Carmilla flashed a wicked grin.

“Oh, don’t worry, they were all like,” Laura raised her voice, “‘Your girlfriend is soooo hot, how can you not have sex with her all the time? Isn’t that why you’re dating her?’“

“So they really are jealous, huh?” Carmilla asked.

“Don’t get a swelled head, Karnstein.”

Carmilla chuckled, leaning over to play with Laura’s hair. Laura bit her lip.

“Carm, I’m not…I don’t know, disappointing you, am I?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I mean, I don’t know, we’ve been together for like four months now,” Laura gestured vaguely, “I mean, we’ve said ‘I love you’ and I stay at your apartment all the time, we’ve done stuff…but not that stuff. You don’t feel like I don’t want you, right–and now you’re laughing.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just–” Carmilla took a breath, “I mean, seriously, you honestly think you might be making me feel undesirable? You’re an open book, Laura. I answer the door wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and you look like you just walked into the Playboy Mansion.”

Laura blushed.

“If anything, I thought I was making you wait.” Carmilla finished.

You? But you’re Carmilla Karnstein. Why would you be nervous? I’m not the one that dated a blonde haired blue eyed Norwegian dancer–”

“While Ell and I certainly had some fun,” Carmilla said, using air quotes, “If I wanted Ell, I’d be with Ell. And I love you, Cupcake. But I was also your teacher, and you are still four years younger than me. I’m not going to try and get you to do anything because I’m horny. And I certainly don’t want you to do anything because your schoolmates are telling you to.”

Laura frowned. “So, you still see me as some kid?”

Carmilla shook her head. “No. But there’s definitely a power imbalance, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Carmilla scooted closer and cupped Laura’s cheek. “Take all the time you need to be ready, cutie. I’ll wait.”

“You shouldn’t have to wait, though.”
Carmilla leaned in and kissed her. “I love you.”

What else could Carmilla say? Laura smiled and kissed Carmilla back. It seemed like she was okay, for now.


“So, you were yelling at us for talking about you and Carmilla, and now you want us to talk about you and Carmilla?”

Laura clutched her pillow to her chest. “This is different. I’m asking you for advice this time.”

“I don’t know what I can do, Laura,” Molly answered, “I’m pretty horrible at dating in general. You’re asking a virgin for advice on losing virginity.”

Ugh. You should have seen her ex though, guys, she was all tall and pale and gorgeous. I’m never going to be as good as her. The first Carm has had in months, and it’ll be one big disappointment–”

“Seriously, Laura, shut up.”

Laura sat up. “Thanks for being a great friend, Mary.”

“Look, you want advice. And I have a dance class in ten minutes, so I kind of need to get to the point.”

Dance class? Seriously, what is your maj–”

“You need to girl the hell up,” Mary continued, “You’re telling us she was basically girlfriend of the year, and you expect us to feel bad for you? Sleep with her when you want to. Or don’t. But hey–ever think that it’s just as much pressure to know you’re someone’s first? Think about her.”

Laura’s mouth opened slightly. “That’s–I guess that’s actually a good point.”

“Glad I could help. I’ll see you guys.”

Mary walked out with a flip of her long, chocolate brown hair. Laura got up.

“I promised I’d meet Carmilla for lunch. We’re celebrating ‘cause she got a callback for some kind of after school special or something? It’s a big deal though. She’s going later to do a chemistry read.”

“Good luck with your, um, lack of a problem?” Molly offered. Laura smiled as she slipped on her coat.

“Thanks.” She said, then slipped out the door. 

Mattie had demanded Carmilla live in Manhattan. Apparently ‘no sister of mine will live like she’s poor, especially if she’s using my money’. Which meant that it was about a five minute drive to her apartment by cab from the school.

Laura was hit with two things when Carmilla opened the door to her apartment.

One: Carmilla’s hair was short.

Two: Laura really, really liked Carmilla with short hair.

“Hey, babe.” Carmilla ran a hand through her hair, “Like it? They had this ‘vision’ that my character had short hair, so I got to wear this wig for the chemistry test.”

Laura smiled warmly, walking into the apartment and closing the door. “Kiss me?”

Carmilla didn’t need to be told twice. She lifted her chin gently, massaging Laura’s lips with her own. Laura shrugged off her jacket.

“I love you,” Laura breathed.

“Likewise,” Carmilla said, smirking when Laura hit her on the arm.

“I’m trying to be romantic.”

“You’re right, sorry.”

“Oh, you’re actually apologizing?”

“I will say whatever you want if it means getting to push you against the wall again.”

Laura laughed. “…You know what, I think I know a better place. Like your bedroom?”

Carmilla turned serious almost immediately. “Babe–”

“Am I sure? Yes. Really sure? Yes. Look, I’m never going to not be nervous, but it helps to know you’re just as nervous as I am. I love you. And come on, you’ve shown more than enough restraint, Carm.”

Laura kissed Carmilla once, softly. Then again. The second time, Carmilla chased after her lips when she pulled away.

“Ya’ killin’ me, Hollis.”

“Then come on.” Laura leaned in again. “…Race you!”

Carmilla took a moment to shake her head before following her.


Carmilla rolled over, took one look at the clock, and groaned:

“Well, shit.”

Laura followed. Her arm went over Carmilla’s stomach, holding her hand. “What?”

“I’m about an hour late. I can say goodbye to that part.”

“Seriously? That did not feel like two hours.”

Carmilla grinned, settling on her back. “Time flies when you’re having fun?”

Laura kissed her. “Yeah.” Kiss. “I hope that was worth it, though.” Another one to the crook of Carmilla’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Whoa. First of all, this was more than worth it. This was amazing. Second…God, do you think I wanted to play a drug user on an after school special?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Laura looked absolutely engrossed in kissing the bare skin of Carmilla’s stomach. She ran her hand through Laura’s scalp.

“God, what has gotten you so riled up all of a sudden? Not that I’m complaining.”

“You are the most understanding, best girlfriend in the world, and that shouldn’t make me want to do this?”

Carmilla arched an eyebrow.

“…The wig.”

The wig?”

“It’s a really, really good wig.”

“Well, shit. Now returning it to the casting director tomorrow is going to be twice as awkward.”

“I’m not going to be able to look my roommate in the eye.”

Carmilla sat up, taking the wig off and letting her hair down. “Come on.”

Laura got off the bed, pulling on her pants. “Where are we going?”

“First, we’re going to shower and eat, because I just had my first time with my girlfriend and you need to feel like royalty afterward.”

Laura slipped on her shirt. “And then…?”

Carmilla looked back at Laura as she buttoned her shirt, smirking. “Party City, so you can help me pick out some new wigs.”

Carmilla winked at Laura before walking away, leaving Laura blushing scarlet.

Stars // Epilogue

“Seriously guys? I cook food on that counter.” I detached myself from Liam’s lips and hopped off the counter. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair and straightened out my shirt. My lips felt swollen (probably from making out for I don’t even know how long).

“So, uh, how was prom guys?” I asked as everyone else walked in. Lydia was still standing in front of us, hands on her hips. Liam was standing casually standing behind me, as if Lydia hadn’t walked in on us hooking up.

“It was great. Tons of fun. My boyfriend is Prom King.” She said and pointed at Stiles who was grinning from ear to ear with a stupid plastic crown on his head.

“That’s great!” I smiled at Stiles.

“We are going to have a stern talk tomorrow when my hangover goes away.” Lydia said and leaned down to pull her heels off. “Did you at least put away all the breakables?”

“We did that as soon as we got here.” Liam said. Lydia rolled her eyes at us.

“Party will be here in a half hour. Go prepare yourselves for drunk people in prom dresses.” Lydia said and walked away from us.

“Don’t tell Scott!” I yelled after her. “He may kill my boyfriend.” Lydia just stuck her hand up and waved at me.

I looked over at Liam who was staring at me. We immediately burst out laughing. Lydia Martin just walked into the kitchen while I was sitting on the counter kissing Liam, who had his hands up my shirt.

“Alright, let’s go get ready.” I said and pulled Liam towards the room we were sleeping in for the weekend. I changed shirts and went to go fix my makeup. When I returned, Liam was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. I jumped up and flopped on the bed next to him.

“Can we just admire the fact that six months ago there was an immortal heart eater trying to kill us?” Liam said. I snorted and turned to look at him.

“Can we also admire the fact that I single-handedly killed an immortal heart eater?” I said with a smirk.

“My hero.” Liam said and rolled his eyes. I heard the door open downstairs.

“Time to go drink.” I said and sat up. Liam grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.

“Do we have to go?” He asked. I nodded, and he groaned. He rolled over so he was hovering above me. “Are you sure we have to?”

“Yes Dunbar,” I said. I sat up, pushing him off as I moved. “2 hours and then we can retreat.”

“Fine, 2 hours.” Liam agreed.

Once we got downstairs, the party was in full swing. I pushed my way through people to go get a drink. As soon as I got a cup, I downed everything in it. Once I had enough alcohol in my system, I grabbed Liam’s hand and pulled him to the dancefloor. We all know that drunk Kennedy = dancing Kennedy.

I looked over to my right and saw Malia and Isaac dancing. Turns out having parental issues brings people together. I was 100% happy with their relationship, and also it meant that Stiles and Lydia could finally be together.

After we got sick of dancing, and the party was winding down, I decided that we should go back to our room. I was pretty sick of extremely drunk people bumping into me.

“Wanna ditch?” I yelled to Liam. He nodded vigorously and practically ripped my arm off dragging me upstairs. We both lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling again.

“Damn there’s way too many people in this lakehouse.” Liam said.

“Remember the last party we went to here?” I said with a smile.

“You got really high and I had to take care of you.” Liam laughed. That seems like ages ago. Good memories.

“Well I’m glad I did it.” I replied.

“Me too,” Liam said. It was quiet for a minute before Liam started gagging and put a pillow over his head.

“You good?” I asked. He shook his head.

“There are times when I wish I didn’t have super hearing.” He said and scratched at his ears like he was going to rip them off.

“Why?” I asked. He looked over at me with a pointed glare.

“It’s afterprom with a bunch of drunk teenagers. What do you think is going on right now that I’d rather not hear?” He asked rhetorically. I had to think about it for a second, but once I got it, I burst out laughing.

“Sorry babe,” I patted his shoulder in fake sympathy.

“This is actually horrible.” Liam complained. I smirked and rolled over so I was straddling his hips.

“Maybe we should take your mind off of it then.”

A/N: HOLY SHIT ITS DONE. STARS IS OVER. CRY WITH ME IM SO SAD. LOL anyways this is kinda eh but I’m writing at the airport rn cause im flying hooooome. I am going to post a thank you video soon so be on the lookout for my face sometime this week :-)

Love you guys to the moon and back. Xoxo Em

anonymous asked:

Nisha can I just say I am so tired of the whole Bonkai vs. Bamon thing? It's pathetic. Like Bonkai shippers go around bashing on Bamon as a ship or Damon as a character claiming they're, I recall "Bonnie Stans" yet you're shipping her with her abuser. A lot of things have happened with Bamon but I'd never try to cover up the things that happened between them before for the sake of my ship. This is just upsetting me so much.

Fuck all that noise, tbh lol (directed at ship wars, not at you <3).

Like, if you think about it, this ship war is all some BK fans have left, considering they’ve been shut down on the canon romance front, on the Kai-as-a-living-character front, on the Kat-Chris romance front. By keeping their names in our mouths, we actually serve to give them continued relevance, when outside of that all they really have at this point is fanon and disappointment.

They aren’t the first fandom to be left with that, and they definitely won’t be the last. Lots of shippers are eventually happy enough with fanon and the occasional wail of “We could have had it alllll.”

For the rest, who really cares what they think? If they’re bitter enough to intentionally misconstrue our actions re: why we ship Bamon and why we have hope for further improvement of Bonnie’s treatment, then I’m going to take a page from Candice Patton’s book and say, “Don’t waste your time explaining yourself to people who are determined to misunderstand you.”

They have their narrative of the evil, irredeemable, [insert slur/ad hominem] Julie Plec and the sycophantic Bamon fandom. The fact that it’s patently false doesn’t change that they’re going to cling to it, and literally nothing we say will change their minds.

So why are we still responding? I understand that it’s human nature to want to defend yourself and the things/people you love from perceived offenses… but at some point we have to step back collectively and ask, what’s the point here?

We have so much good stuff going on. We have a Ship of the Year nomination, we have a building canon relationship that continues to surprise us with just how much the character dynamic between Bonnie and Damon actually fits our metas and speculations, we have a Bamon Week coming up, we have a ton of other fun projects coming down the pipeline, we have the promise of more Bamon scenes and development in season 7.

Most importantly, we have the power to end this stupid ship war. All we have to do is stop taking the bait. Worst case scenario, a few BK fans talk a lot of shit about us (or about the show, or about Bamon, or about Damon) in their own little bubble. If we don’t engage with it, if we just block people and move on, it never gets any bigger than that. Because you’re right, when it blows up and everyone just goes back and forth and back and forth, it sucks. That game is rigged, no one ever really wins.

On the other hand, whether or not we get the Bamon romance we know would be such an amazing story for the show to tell, nothing changes the fact that we’ve gotten these 6 seasons of development, that we’ve gotten to this point where Bonnie and Damon know each other better than anyone else knows them, and rely on each other like they can’t rely on anyone else, and love each other like they love no one else.

So if we as a fandom can refocus on that… that’s how we win. And that’s how we rid ourselves of this hateful, exhausting ship war pollution that clogs up the tags every few weeks.