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Part 3 of “Stiles Hiding the Nogitsune” is being posted soon!
On a side note, Holidays have me so busy! I’m sorry guys! I’ll get back to regular posting soon!
“All you have to do is lay in the snow with me.”
“No, why? It’s cold and really? Isn’t there better things to be doing?”
“Kai, I know you rather be murdering babies and burning villages, but just come on!” You saw the twitch of a smirk on his face. You either hit a nerve or he was pleasantly surprised. You think it was the second as he came to lay down next to you in the snow..And before you knew it, he was rolling over, smothering your face in kisses. You were laughing too loudly.
“Kai! Quit it! Hey, c’mon! You’re ruining my snow angel.” He pulled his face back to look down at you, head tilted and watching yours. After a moment you laughed and shoved him away from you, rolling to get up.
“Now we have to go find a new puff of snow, and don’t ruin it this time!”
Halloween Activities: Most popular character preference
Sam and Dean; hunting and eating candy:
Sam isn’t fazed by Halloween, it’s just another day to him. Dean, however, embraces his childish side and instead decides to get a little spooky. Fake spiders, candy, maybe even a haunted house, if you both could convince Sam, but no matter the outcome; your stomach is definitely going to hurt later.
Stiles and Scott; Haunted Houses:
They’ll both want trick or treating first, then the topic of Haunted houses will come up and they’ll both rather do that. You’ll go with them and they’ll both chicken out at the last second, not wanting to go first, meaning you’ll have to be brave, grab one their hands, and lead the way, leaving the other to cling on to not get separated. They’ll 100% scream more than you but you’ll all have a good time and they’ll come out talking about how “Not scary” that haunted house was while you give them the ‘Yeah, okay’ look.
Klaus Mikaelson; Halloween/Masquerade Ball:
Where others will take you to a loud, costumed party, Klaus will insist you dress up and then take you to a large scale ball. Everyone you see most likely have a mask on, even though you can tell who they are. You and Klaus will be the center of attention with how elegant you both look and somewhere during the party, he’ll disappear and come back when you’re looking for him to play the game of “Strangers” with you.
Issac Lahey; Halloween Party:
Issac likes dancing and having fun, that much is obvious, so it’s no surprise that he’d decide a Halloween party would be the best bet. Maybe he’ll wear a costume, but most likely nothing more than face paint and regular clothes. Either way, he’s trying to make sure that you have just as much fun as he knows he’s going to have.
Logan; Stay home, drink, maybe give out candy:
It’s not that Logan doesn’t want to do anything, it’s that he’d rather do this than dress up or go to a party or anything else. You and he would eat dinner and sit upon the porch to drink, smoke, and chat while giving out all the good, full sized, candy to the kids that came by.
Going on vacation!
For the next two weeks, starting today, I will be out of reach! All posts currently are queued throughout and when I come back, I promise to go ahead and post more up. I swear, i’m not ignoring you lovely imaginers.
“That was a terrible joke.”
“I know...”
Negan just smiled at you for a moment before his head fell forward, a soft chuckle from his lips. You suddenly let out a breath of relief and he moved forward, slinging his arm around your shoulder. Slowly, he turned to guide you towards his trailer.
“Do more and I might have to mess up your pretty face.”
You were clearly surprised and terrified, he grinned and his hand patted your shoulder.
“I’m kidding. I’ll just feed you to the walkers.” You weren’t quite sure if he was serious or not, not with the smirk on his lips.
“You can’t survive, he’ll be unimpressed. You can’t fight, you can’t do much of anything. You’ll be useless to him.”
“You think that?”
“I know that.”
“Bloody Amazing.” you heard the voice say. You had spent about an hour looking for Klaus, whispering his name just loud enough for his super natural hearing to pick up. He was no where to be found, upstairs, downstairs, any of the rooms, eventually you had given up. A glass of champagne in hand, you had escaped to the balcony of the upstairs floor when you heard it. “I wholly dislike spilling all the details about romantic partners but I feel as though this one is justified.”
You felt your heart swell, your hand grabbed the railing and you leaned forward just a bit, forgetting that Klaus was a vampire. He heard you, he smelled you, but you forgot that and he seemed to play as though he didn’t for now. “She’s absolutely lovely. Fiery. Remember I mentioned of Stefan’s fire? She far surpasses his. She reminds me of...Of Caroline.”
“Is this a road you want to walk, Klaus?” The voice sounded concerned, it was deep. You peered over and noticed Klaus was talking to a large, dark skinned man, who was handsome in his own rights. “I merely said she reminded me of her...An amazing creature she is.” You struggled to hear, your head turning so your ear was downwards, glass held tightly. “With such magnificent sneaking skills, aren’t you, Y/N?” It took you a moment to understand ..But then you realized, he knew you were there. You looked straight down and found his eyes staring straight at you, as if they could melt you. All you could do was give a small smile and an awkward laugh.
“Why don’t you come down here?” It clearly wasn’t a question and you cleared your throat, nodding before turning and attempting to walk to the door way again, taking only a step when he spoke. “Uh-uh. There’s a short cut.” You were confused, you moved back to the railing and peered at him, his arms were out right, ready to catch you. Suddenly you understood. Jump? “Come on.” His hands waved...Very slowly you put the glass down and slipped off your heels, sliding one leg over the railing then the other, unafraid. Nervous, but unafraid. With a deep breath, you pushed yourself off, closing your eyes as you fell, hoping arms would catch you.
“So, Y/N.” You heard the voice in your ear as Nathan dropped into the seat next to you, arm around the back of yours. He was grinning at you, brows wiggling. ”Dinner, you cook?” You rolled your eyes, closing your magazine and staring at him.
“You ask me every week. ‘Dinner? You cook?’ and every week I tell you, I’m not cooking for you.” Your lips twitched up at the corner, trying to hide a smile from him. He sighed, leaned away from you and started to stand before he stopped, sat back down, and stared at you.
“I...Will cook?” the words sounded foreign coming from him. “How does pasta down? And chicken nuggets?” You laughed and nodded, waving him away from you before you pushed him. That was all you wanted, for him to say he’ll cook,a s horrible as that food sounded. “Alright alright. World class chief, I’ll see you later. Just...Don’t make that food horrible.”
You were nervous, obviously. Dean and yourself had, up to now, a pretty straight forward relationship. You traveled with he and Sam, despite Sam’s protests, you both flirted a lot and when there was a bar in town, you both did your own thing. It was easy, It was easy to push down and ignore the jealousy that spiked every time you saw his hand on some girls hip. Somedays, you sat and drank with Sam, other days, you saw Dean do it.
That’s just how it was. Until Sam fell off the deep end and for a while, Dean nor yourself could get in contact with him. He’d always call, say he was alright, he promises he’s not possessed by a demon and that he swears he’s not dead, he just needed space. And so the pattern returned. You and Dean were suddenly the Supernatural hunting pair. Adrenaline brought people closer and you and Dean were about as close as you could get. For your current trip, you had decided that something easy was in order. A haunted mansion that turned out to be a fluke. You thought it was hilarious, Dean thought that you both needed to relax. And thus became your overnight hide out.
“How about I take you to dinner?”
“We’re at dinner.”
“Somewhere nice. In Hogsmeade, I’ll get you a drink and everything, it’ll be a date.”
“Yeah? We can go to The Three Broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot’s. Either way, everyone is gonna know.” Your voice lifted in a slight sing song tone, grinning at him. Fred wanted to take you to dinner, you’d make sure everyone knew.
“There’s always Hog’s Head.” He grinned, you knew it was a joke, damn well better be.
“Fred Weasley! I am not going to Hog’s head!” You were laughing at the situation, your hand grabbed a handful of grapes and threw them at him, both he and his brother moving to catch some in their mouths.
“Alright alright, I’ll take you on a date somewhere nice. You can even pick the place. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“How long are you going to avoid her?” Newt was staring at Thomas hard, lips thinned and eyes searching his face. you weren’t far from them, close enough to eavesdrop while it was quiet, far enough to make it look like you weren’t. They were talking about you, it seemed like something they did often these days. “I’m not avoiding her, Newt, she wants nothing to do with me and it’s obvious. She didn’t even like me when she knew me. I might not remember anything else but I remember that.”
“So, you’re going to ignore the fact that she’s obviously hurt that this remembrance is one way thing? Or that she’s even asked me all about you?”
“She asked you?” From the corner of your eye you saw Thomas turn to look at Newt, Newt nodded. “Told her I don’t remember anything about you, if there was anything to remember. My point is...She wants to know.” You didn’t hear Thomas’s reply, if he even had one, but you felt their stare on you. After a few moments, the feeling left and you shifted, back to them, elbows on your knees as you looked at the darkness of the maze. After a moment you heard shuffling on the grass and down sat Thomas, you could tell he was looking at you. You didn’t move.
“You hated me.” Was how he started. Your head turned to look at him before it looked back down, jaw clenching. You had nothing to say. “And you always gave me that look...Newt told me you wanted to know.” You nodded. You did. He nodded as well and after a long moment of silence, he started his story of everything he knew about the two of you.
"Why me? Why is it always me? You pick me to fight with, you pick me as a guard, me to wed. Why have you always picked me? I am a human, Loki! This is not my world, not my business here. You ripped me from Earth to bring me here. Why?”
“Did you not want any of this? A life where you are treated as more than just a passing face? Where you are known, where people think you are kind and patient loving because you deal with sad, miserable, Loki? Why? Because I...I...I am the monster. Is it so wrong for a creature like me to want? I am not wrong for this!”
Lack of updates.
I’m sorry to all my followers that I’ve not been around. Duel jobs, understaffed, and a bit of a struggle with my computer lately. Since summer is coming up, my work load will be dramatically decreased and thus, I’m going to be able to post more often.
With that being said, I would love if more requests came into my inbox. Anything at all, any fandom, video games, whatever have you.
“Y/N, just let me set it up.” Ron stood against a tree, watching you struggle setting up the tent for about the sixth time already. “Magic does that really fast.”
“We’re here to have a normal, human, experience of camping, Ron!”
“You mean muggle experience.” He tilted his head to the side.
“You say muggle, I say human. why won’t this stay down?!” You shouted, the tent springing back to close right at her feet, once more. You stood there, defeated and taking big deep breaths. From behind you, you heard Ron’s laugh, at least he tried to hide it. Turning to look at him, you narrowed your eyes.
“I’m sorry. That just looke-” before he could finish, you threw your bag at him, huffing and stomping your foot. Turning back to the tent, to went to work once more, anger making you work double time, standing the tent up fairly quickly. “You can sleep outside, Ronald Billius Weasley.” You huffed at him, slapping a flap open and moving in.
“What? Hey no! I’m sorry!”
“What’s his name?”
“Merle, after that son of a bitch brother of mine. This one is gonna be one tough kid.”
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I swear, I’ll stop reblogging these now.
When you want to actually date Stiles Stilinski but he’s not real🙃
Not an imagine but for all you Stiles lovers on my blog. <3