and the sign up sheet was like

Poetic Descriptions for the Moon Signs

ARIES: A consuming fire of emotions echo out and no one dares to run, instead they must watch in awe before the flames burn out. Everyone they come in contact with will feel the heat.

TAURUS: Touch them and you will witness flowers blooming, their vines wrapping around your heart, forever keeping you safe. They are rosey sunsets, they are warm fires, they are the irresistible smell of your favorite meal. Cherish them.

GEMINI: They are bubbly and bright like a dainty fairy, yet as ruthless and unpredictable as a cunning pixie. Their words portray their emotions, the sadness, the joy, and the pain. Dare not to listen and you will hear their glass heart shatter.

CANCER: Feelings come on like tidal waves guided by the strength of the moon, swinging from one mood to the next with every move. Their tears put on a show, their hurt is evergreen, but their love is undeniable and unconditional.

LEO: Oh, how they beckon to be your favorite star! When the spotlight glimmers on their soul, they feel home. Look away for a moment, and you’ll find that their play has taken a sinister turn. You have awoken the lion.

VIRGO: Their heart is like a computer, strong, resilient, and difficult to understand. Research all you want but there’s still so much more to learn. Feed their heart with viruses and you’ll watch them shut down completely.

LIBRA: A scale, constantly leaning towards one side or the other, longing to feel balanced. Their hearts cry out for peace, leaving them to sacrifice their soul for the wrong people. They ride through the wind, a glimmer of harmony in a world of cruelty.

SCORPIO: Gravestone after Gravestone is engraved with their name. Their emotions are washed away time and time again, being swallowed into a cyclone. They turn their pain into something powerful, something taboo, something greater. Be ever fearful of these masterminds.

SAGITTARIUS: You can find them running wild, their feelings scattered out, chasing after them, but what feeling will reach them first? The question remains unknown, unpredictable. But when they catch up to them, they latch on tightly.

CAPRICORN: Their heart is tired and reluctant to feel, their blood circulates everywhere but in their chest. A wall is built over their inner most feelings, taking strength to knock it down.

AQUARIUS: They are one with the clouds, far away from their true feelings. Information is absorbed and rains down on everyone they know. When their feelings come out, they bring on thunderstorms and tornadoes.

PISCES: Their heart is delicate and soft, the comfy silk sheets you melt into after a long day. They wrap you up in a warm, thermal blanket and wipe away your tears. Your troubles and worries become a thing of the past, as they take you to beautiful, dream-like places.

What the Signs remind me of (oddly specific)

Aries: The neon red that lights up a sex store sign. It is an oddly but warm light that keeps you safe.

Taurus: The tickling caress of silk sheets on your thigh.

Gemini: TV statics. The only sound in the house while a storm is bursting outside.

Cancer: The bit of light that beams through the blinds and wakes you up in the morning.

Leo: Bold fur carpets like a hot pink or thrashing purple. The ones you post on instagram with your new purchase of stilettos.

Virgo: The smell of coffee in Starbucks. Somehow it puts you in a good mood.

Libra: A China Set in some glass cabinet. It is your prized possession. 

Scorpio: The silence of yourself in a bath as you watch the water fill in your palm.

Sagittarius: The faint sound of a car speeding outside your window.

Capricorn: The dripping of a sink. It keeps you up all night. 

Aquarius: A lava lamp that is the only light provided in the room. It makes you feel so fucking cool.

Pisces: The beach after sunset. A dreary sky, almost indigo. The waters turn to a slight navy blue. .

The Signs As Feelings

Aries: playing your favorite sport, taking pictures with the people you love, talking to someone you haven’t seen in ages

Taurus: drinking something cold in the middle of summer, having sleepovers with your best friends, bonding with your parents

Gemini: laughing until your stomach hurts, sleeping in new sheets, not having anyone to listen to you

Cancer: skype calls with people you miss, crying after your emotions built up, staying in on a Saturday night

Leo: feeling confident about your appearance, telling your best friends about something that happened to you, wearing a new outfit

Virgo: winning an argument, finishing a good book, feeling like not many people understand you

Libra: saying what you think, proving a teacher correct, being afraid of what people would think

Scorpio: kissing someone you wanted to kiss for the longest time, regretting things you’ve done in the past, opening your curtains in the morning

Sagittarius: doing something you’ve never done before, cuddling with your pet, going to bed late

Capricorn: feeling excluded, saying a good comeback, saying what you have wanted to say for the longest time

Aquarius: talking to someone who you know understands you, feeling nervous when looking into someones eyes for too long, never being sure about how you feel

Pisces: finishing homework at 2am, watching your favorite movie, playing a song on the piano fluently

source:  temperamentally-indulging

All the reasons I loved this latest Chris and Eva clip:

Brace yourselves, cause this is going to be a looong list. I’m sorry but I’m too far gone for my OTP to care about much else today.

* The way he touches her face in the beginning of the clip.

*Chris’ wide grin plus Eva’s sleepy smile. Honestly, the chemistry between those two is unreal, even in small moments like this.

*“Did you sleep well?” “Mhm.” The whole Jonas and Eva vs Eva and Chris parallel here. Jonas pretty much said that he had a nightmare in which Eva was a whore and CHRIS TOLD EVA THAT HE HAD A DREAM WHERE EVA WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND. Ugh.

*Also, the whole dream was totally made up and I have a feeling that Eva knew it. And she knows how whipped she has him and just…Eva is goals as usual.

* Wow, damn. Another one of Chris Schistad’s reaction gifs is born.

* I honestly feel like Chris is trying to remember his lines when he is talking about his “dream”. And Eva is so amused CAUSE SHE KNOWS.

* He is such a certified nerd while telling that stupid story.

* Chris’ reaction when Eva told him that his dream wasn’t real tho. He was all: “say what now?”

* Eva: “we’re never going to be together” Eva: *smiles* Chris: *tries not to look like somebody just stabbed him and fails*

* “Why not?” I can see that you’re internally crying, Chris. God, the dialogue is gold.

* The way Chris repeats Eva’s words back to her. Such a small thing but mad cute.

*Also, I have such huuuge respect for Eva. She still acknowledges that Chris was a fuckboy in the past and she smiles again when saying it, and it’s so playful, and Eva knows that Chris is in love with her but she’s still protecting her heart and is being reasonable about it all and just…where can I find an Eva?

*Also, telling a guy whose currently naked in your bed that he’s a cheating fuckboy, is NEXT LEVEL.

* The way Eva almost immediately stops kissing Chris, because someone’s calling her. She. Always. Puts. Her. Friends. First.

* When Eva answers Vilde’s call and we can actually see how hurt Chris is over the fact that Eva doesn’t want to be his girlfriend.

* Also, the way he runs his hand over his face is like saying: “damn I messed up with that fake dream I told her about oops”

* When Eva tells Vilde that she is doing nothing special, and Chris looks like he’s about to cry. That boy is so in love, I can’t put it into words.

* All the longing looks towards Eva while she’s talking on the phone!!!

* Eva: “But maybe I can call you later or something.” Queue Chris’ whole face lighting up.

* Chris: “We were talking about getting together.” Lol, smooth.

* That boy has lost all his game and just wants to be together with Eva. Who’s crying? Certainly not me.

* THE PLAYFULNESS.

* The fact that Chris isn’t pressuring her into anything but just wants them to be together but he isn’t pushy about it. I honestly don’t know where the Noorhell shippers get their ideas, when they compare Mohnstad and Noorhell.

* ANOTHER JONAS AND EVA vs CHRIS AND EVA PARALLEL.

* When Eva tried to push Chris off her bed and he didn’t budge an inch, that was a sign.

* I just love how Chris is still his old self on some level, so self-confident and just doesn’t understand why he has to hide.

* Eva being determined not to introduce Chris, so the boy gets up, wraps a sheet over himself, and is just like: “Hi. I’m Chris.”

* Your name is also Chris? ANOTHER ONE, WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE.

* I just noticed that Eva rolls her eyes when Chris is talking to her mum, oh wow. I love this girl.

* When Eva’s mum says that she wasn’t aware that Eva had a boyfriend and Chris looks like he is finally sure Eva will confirm their relationship now but she DOES NOT.

* Also, Chris was totally happy to meet her mum, you can’t tell me otherwise.

* “We’re not together.” “Not yet”

* Eva’s mum’s “you’ll figure it out” is basically the whole fandom’s reaction to this clip.

* Also, all the smiles and the banter in the end of this clip, what can I say, Mohnstad just naturally gravitate towards each other.

* Chris: “Love me.” Honestly, what kind of desperation.

In conclusion: this was the clip of dreams that I never thought I’d see.

The Signs As Feelings

Aries: playing your favorite sport, taking pictures with the people you love, talking to someone you haven’t seen in ages

Taurus: drinking something cold in the middle of summer, having sleepovers with your best friends, bonding with your parents

Gemini: laughing until your stomach hurts, sleeping in new sheets, not having anyone to listen to you

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College hack: When your professor passes around a sign-up sheet for projects, group work, or research, choose dates nearer to the beginning of the school year, the sooner the better. The professor will grade you more leniently, you will have more energy since school will have just started, and you won’t be bogged down with midterms or finals for other classes. It seems like more work, but I swear by this tactic, it will save your nerves and your grades.

//inhale


isn’t max’s full first name “maxwell”? if so, i’m going to fucking punch his parents for only putting his nickname. like, i understand that maybe that’s what people mostly call him, but my parents wouldn’t go around putting “em” on something like a camp sign-up sheet even though literally everyone i know calls me that. they’d put my full first name, which is emily. oof. idk.


another thing– max’s parents didn’t even bother to put his last name? that’s kinda fucked up. it’s like they don’t want their kid to be traced back to them.


//exhale


that is all. have a nice day.

10

Phew! Here are some selections from my sketchbook and notepad that I’ve drawn over the month of June! You can always catch these on my twitter (my handle is @merrimonster​ ) 

The first drawings are actually some of my original characters all the way back from 4th and 5th grade. Ive been on a revamping spree lately! This group was a halloween themed team of superheroes who lived in Shadowtown and fought the nefarious ShadowKing (so original I know haha!) Each one had an elemental power. Arreyess the lightning gargoyle, Draconius the fire scarecrow, Zic and Zac the wind gremlins, Mistress the earth hellhound, and Ice the water swampmonster.

Some Hamme n Fairy.

Maestro Peanut, been doin a lot of exploration sketches for this lil villain and have a model sheet lined up for him as an example for commissions.

Mooka is an OC thats a few years old. They were based on my zodiac sign, Taurus. They’re still a work in progress. I got the proportions down now just gotta figure out details like clothing, hair and such.

Last but not least are some more revamped OC’s of mine, this time some demons, Bahmut, Edli Dark, and Nynder Nayn!

Thanks for watching!

guide to becoming relatively productive when you’re not doing anything
  • draw something using the paint tool on your laptop
  • reread a book that you like and reevaluate if you still like it
  • write a poem that does not rhyme if you always write a rhyming poem and a poem that rhymes if you’re more of a free-verse poet.
  • go for a walk. alone. and try to pick some wild flowers on your way home for pressing.
  • exercise. stretch a little bit. work out a little.
  • calculate your monthly dues and see if you’re still financially stable
  • try to exercise your breathing (buteyko exercises), find your inner peace, and/or do yoga
  • make cute little playlists for future purposes
  • play with your cats, dogs, and pets and give them a little bubble bath
  • go to a coffee shop from another neighborhood
  • and sit beside a stranger, also a little challenge: befriend them
  • explore a new place; may it be a cute little city or a strange little town
  • visit an airport and sketch a couple of strangers- their figures and stuff.
  • visit the neighbor that you never had the chance to talk to.
  • talk to your old friend, that one friend that you “never talked again”
  • clean your room, change your sheets, or rearrange some of the furnitures/stuff in there
  • ask someone out- may or may not be the person that you like
  • try to learn something- a new language (the basics and alphabet)
  • plant a tree or a plant
  • sign up for an environmental organization (that may or may not be focusing in saving the bees)
  • try to immerse yourself with a new lifestyle and try to appreciate it
  • sew some of your clothes incision close
  • do a little embroidery of your fave thing on your fave shirt (even if you don’t know how, yes, google it up)
  • write a letter to 30-year-old self
  • make a cute video using your phone
  • reevaluate your life choices- do you like the current you
  • make a little something for your best friend
  • do some little diys/craft from pinterest

anonymous asked:

Hi Sarah! Do you have any advice on freshman in uni, first time moving out of a house with my own bedroom and lots of privacy, to an apartment that I'm going to share with 5 other girls, and a bedroom I'm sharing with 1 girl and her dog?? I'm at a complete loss at what to bring and what to expect

10 Things To Think About When Moving In To A New Apartment With New Roommates, A List I Just Made Up And Is Not At All Inspired By The Horror Story of My Personal Experiences.

1) holy cannoli that is a lot of bodies to share a space with. Be aware that that is…a lot of bodies to share a space with, and you might have to carve out a cubicle in he library, or a practice room in the Music Building, or somewhere else where you can go to be alone. This is not a moral failing, just know that option is open to you.

2) be really really up front with what you need. Notice I did not say “exactly how you want your life to look”—I mean the things you absolutely cannot give up. For instance, if you know that Roommate B’s habit of listening to music without headphones in the kitchen will make you go insane axe-murderer on her, that’s something you need to talk about with Roommate B.

This is especially important if you’re crammed into a 8x10 space with someone. Clarifying with your Bedroommate that you need quiet after 10pm—or you’re not helping walk the dog—or you sometimes need time to yourself & it’s not a reflection on her—is something to talk about now rather than later, when you’re more likely to have an argument than a discussion.

3) Chances are, you will have to compromise on what you need anyway. Communication just makes it more likely to reach a genuine compromise, where everybody isn’t tearing their hair out or suppressing anger.

4) Have a chore wheel, or at least agree on a system for taking care of the mess. It’s the dorkiest thing in the entire world, but a chore wheel where you guys are explicit about when everybody needs to do their stuff, is the easiest way to head 50% of fights at the pass. If possible, spell out what each task means: “clean the bathroom” = “wiping down the shower, windexing the mirror, cleaning the toilet bowl, and sweeping the floor”

Someone is still not going to do their job and you’re going to have a repeat of the cold war over a stack of dishes in the sink. But at least if you can point to the chore wheel it’ll be resolved much more easily.

5) Be very clear on what each roommate is paying for. Are you guys going to share groceries? Split only basics like toilet paper, spices, milk and eggs? Is the stuff in common areas (dishes, pots, tables, books, tvs) communal? Do you owe anyone for using it?

6) I recommend a monthly roommate meeting. We used to have ours at 10pm on Sunday, because everyone was generally in the apartment then. We used the Roommate Meetings to pay bills (rent and utilities) but also to talk about any issues we felt pertinent.

And I only had 2 roommates. With 5, you probably definitely need a time to circle up and get shit in order.

7) There is never going to be enough counter space, table space, general-flat-surface space for all your junk. Never. I live alone with a kitchen island and tabletop cart and there isn’t. It’s some sort of law of the universe.

8) Be reasonable. You can hate how loud Roommate C’s friends are all you like, but she is entitled to have them over Friday night for board games. If she cleared it with you beforehand, Roommate D’s boyfriend can come stay for the week even if you’re sick of seeing his face over your oatmeal. Flexibility and understanding from you means you’ll get the same in return.

9) But also, be prepared to enforce your boundaries. If Roommate D’s boyfriend decides not to leave after a week, and actually looks like he might be de facto moving in, you’re well within your rights to approach D and your other roommates and talk to them about how that isn’t what you signed up for.

10) WHAT TO BRING (on top of the typical stuff that I imagine you’re already bringing, like a bed, sheets, towels, clothes, etc.)

  • Cleaning products. 
    • You will need them. Probably immediately after showing up when you realize the previous tenants didn’t do an A+ job.
  • 1 pot, 1 skillet, 1 pan, a knife and a wooden spoon 
    • (I don’t know if you’re planning on cooking much, but you can cook pretty much everything in the entire universe of food if you have these five things.)
  • Command strips. 
    • The best part of command strips is now not only can you hang that cool poster, but they come in hooks too. I hang practically everything from command hooks—all my cooking spoons, towels, necklaces, keys. The easiest way to organize stuff.
  • A couple rubbermaid or general storage boxes, of a size that will fit under your bed or in the back of your closet. 
    • You are 100% going to have stuff that you need, but not right now: your stash of winter clothes, extra pads or tampons (if necessary), spare cleaning products, the iron, shoes you really only wear with this one outfit, etc. Stick all that stuff in a box to keep the mess from sprawling everywhere.
  • Tape and scissors. 
    • Do not ask me why you (or your roommates) will end up needing tape and scissors, I don’t know. But you will.
  • At least 1 of your favorite things.
    • Look, it’s not always the first night, or even the second. But there’s going to be a night when you’re finished unpacking and the excitement of a new place has worn off, when you lay in bed and your heart finally realizes you aren’t home anymore. That you are in a strange place, and everything is going to be weird and different for a while until you settle into it. And you are going to feel an awful, niggling panic and misery rise up from the center of you like a cold tide.
    • And then, you’re really going to want your favorite book, or Nutella, or that comic you’ve been promising yourself, or whatever it is that won’t…really make anything better, but might make you feel better about it
Only You

Jimin x Reader {Panther Hybrid Au!} (s)(f)(p) 

Warnings: Humping, cum play (sorta?), implied masterbation, riding, multiple orgasms, oral 

anonymous asked:

55 - Kyungsoo / 57 - Jimin / 30 - Chanyeol i’m shellfish sCREAMS ily take ur time pls bye ♥

Wordcount: 3.3k+

A/n: This is one out of the three she requested (all will be hybrid per request.) I enjoyed making this, and I hope you enjoyed reading.) 

(Nsfw Prompt #57: “I won’t stop until you pass out.”)

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How long you had been going like this was beyond you. Sweat covered your body like the blankets you were on top of. Tears were already streaming down your face, more forming with every movement against your walls.

Jimin had slowed down for now, allowing you a small break but still not completely stopping. The feeling from your legs were gone, the numerous positions you had use them in causing for them to go numb. They had served you well, being there for you when you first started riding him, your limbs pushing you up and down until you fell from your first cliff only to climb up and fall over and over again.

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🎃 HALLOWEEN THEMED STARTERS🎃

“I’m going to shove a pumpkin up my ass”

“tHiS iS hAlLoWEen tHIs iS hALowEEn (halloween) (HALLOWEEN)”

“It’s my calling, a basic white girl, pumpkin spice, it’s who I am”

“I can’t wait to put on my costume- yes it’s basically lingerie but it comes with cat ears and a tail so it’s a costume”

“We need to make our kids the most extra costume on the block, we’re going to be the coolest parents this year”

“I can’t wait for the candy to be on sale tomorrow. Three four pound bags for 5$?? FUCK yeah”

“Let’s take a shot every time an Elsa comes to the door”

“I’m gonna carve a butthole on my pumpkin”

“It’s September hurry up and put the decorations out nOW”

“Sorry I’m home late I just bought 800$ worth of Halloween decorations”

“Think if we go out as sheet ghosts we can get candy like the kids?”

“I’m gonna dress up as Satan and call myself either Hillary or Trump based on the political signs on people’s lawn”

“I know I’m a grown ass adult but maybe with some make-up I can be fourteen”

“Get pumpkin spice flavoured EVERYTHING I want my asshole to smell like pumpkin spice let’s GO”

Still in Love

Hi! Hope you’ll enjoy this short one shot. It’s a request based on the song “Somebody that I used to know” by Gotye. It’s only loosely inspired by it though, the song is despite its lyrics rather upbeat while I imagine this story to be set in a sadder atmosphere. 

Plot: H and Y/N used to have a bond until they cut each other out of their lives.

Warnings: None.

Gorgeous picture isn’t mine.

Harry found himself unable to look away. All his eyes could see was me, just as if my frame was the magnet to his attention. It was as though I wasn’t surrounded by a mass of people in a barely lit room and thick, humid air. His gaze was only drawn to me because to him I was illuminated. The air around me glowed. I might as well have stood in an empty room or lain in his bed, his attention couldn’t have been on me any more.

Harry’s jaw tensed. The sweet taste of the soft-drink on his tongue and the loud music blasted through the big speakers would normally have his shoulders relaxed and his body moving along to the rhythm. He would be enjoying his night out with friends and colleagues. But this time he couldn’t.
If anything Harry hadn’t ever been this tense whilst partying before. The tips of his fingers twitched, his lips were raw from his teeth pulling and biting into them and his hair was a mess.

All of which he truly could not understand.
How was Harry’s mind so incapable of finding an escape from the worry and slight fear his body was tormented with? Ever since he’d noticed me singing along to the music and laughing with my head thrown back and dancing in the middle of the floor, his blood had turned to ice and his skin heated.
His eyes followed the movements of my hips swinging, feet jumping and arms raising. The tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth when he noticed my exposed neck and collarbones and his skin prickled.
Harry’s stomach turned with guilt because he really shouldn’t be giving me that kind of attention. I wasn’t his after all. Not even as a friend. Nothing.

Still, if only to make sure I was fine, his pupils continued to follow my every move and they narrowed when he noticed me stumble a little, losing my balance momentarily. It seemed as though I’d had one if not many drinks too much. He moved to get up and come to my aid before his head had even caught up with it to consciously make that decision and before it could tell him not to move.
Harry didn’t know me. Not anymore, for the matter and it was no longer his job to come to my protection either.

And still, his hands reached out to carefully nudge people out of his way and his big feet moved quickly and steady in order to reach me faster. Harry was impatient and he couldn’t have said why.
One of his friends even made the effort to call after him, truly surprised at his sudden movements, but went silent the moment he noticed who it was Harry’s gaze had found. He knew Harry hadn’t heard him, knew there was no reaching him where his head had gone.

There had once been a time when Harry and I would lose ourselves in the other. When the whole room could feel our connection as though an electric energy was caused by it. The house could have erupted into flames, the room flooded by water or the earth broken open - we wouldn’t have noticed. Not when our fingers touched the others skin, if only momentarily. We would have eyes only for the other, words meant for no one else to hear and in truth Harry missed it as much as I longed for those times to come back.

I turned around when I heard him say my name for the first time in over a year. My blood was frozen, my skin light on fire and my heart flattered in my chest as if it tried to fly away. In my hurry and desperation to see him I lost my balance once more and stumbled into his chest rather forcefully. My stomach dropped at the sight of his beautiful features and a smile forced itself onto my lips.

Harry. He visibly hadn’t changed at all and lost nothing of his beauty.

“Harry.” My voice was shaking but fierce, with no doubt in its tone at all.

He chuckled quietly with the softest smile on his face while his hands found my rips to rest on hesitantly. Though his hold was firm, it was a gesture meant to steady me, keep me from falling and getting hurt, but oh if it didn’t weaken my knees even further. And I fell. Metaphorically speaking.

“Hi,” he hummed, his face leant in so his lips were near my ear. I shuddered when his warm breath fanned my skin. His hands brought me closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I replied cheerfully, my arms raising to rest on top of his shoulders with a wide smile. The embarrassment I felt when my voice broke was over quickly and though Harry’s smile told me he’d noticed, it was alright. The kind expression he wore and the alcohol numbing my brain were relaxing me enough to not blush at the uncommon closeness between us.

Maybe the lack of a barrier between us had become something unfamiliar, but when my fingers found the back of his neck and his soft curls to play with, I felt at home. He was truly here, in my arms. The softness of his strands was too addictive to let go of again. I normally wouldn’t have ever dared to be handsy with him, which of course didn’t mean that I didn’t long to be. Touching your ex’s hair and embracing his shoulders after not having seen him in 14 months wasn’t exactly what was considered a great idea, was it?

But Harry wasn’t really any ex. We’d never been an exclusive couple, never went on a date or got around to be introduced to parents. Harry and I were… in the lack of a better word Friends with benefits. It started one night mostly as a half drunken mistake and then continued until our relationship had transformed into something more. We’d hook up occasionally when we were in need for relief, then when we were in need of a shoulder to lean on and then when we were in need to be near each other. Our feelings for each other heightened and grew in strength until when we were in public and somebody asked what we were, neither of us knew what to say anymore. The term friends didn’t suffice, fuck-buddies sounded too meaningless.
So we avoided a label all together which was what had brought us to an end.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, trying to adapt a neutral tone. My brows knitted together and I observed his face closely, wanting to be sure he wouldn’t lie. Harry didn’t drink often, hardly ever got properly drunk. I feared he’d changed since we’d last spoken.

Harry nodded though his gaze darkened. Instinctively my hold on his locks tightened in fear he’d pull away.

“I’m good,” Harry muttered, coming closer once more so he could talk into my ear, “But I’ll be even better if you let me take you home.”

My stomach dropped and I let out a shocked gasp. He flinched when I shifted, almost tumbling once more and frowned at me trying to pull away.

“You sure are forward, aren’t you,” I joked half heartily, my voice doing a poor job at covering up the surprise.

Harry’s eyes widened, his head catching up to what he’d said.

“S'not what I mean!” Harry stressed, “M'not trying- Y/N you know m'not that sleazy. Was a stupid way of phrasing and-”

“Harry,” I laughed, “I know. Didn’t sound like you for a minute so I know you didn’t intend it.”

My hands ran down his shoulders and squeezed his arms. “But why do you want me to come with you?

The green of his orbs sparkled and my gaze dropped to the pink of his pillow lips. "Because I really miss you.”

….

His room looked nothing like I remembered. And that saddened me. The soft blue colored sheets, sheets I’d loved to sleep in due to their unbelievable softness had been replaced by plain white ones. Where once the stacks of books we used to read in to one another before falling asleep had been on his nightstand, was now a quartet of scented candles. I frowned and stepped closer. I’d kept up with what he’d been up to and had only rolled my eyes at his newly discovered obsession with candles, but now that I stood right in front of four my fingers twitched.

Orange. Lavender. Hibiscus. Almond.

“Is water okay? I can make you a tea if you want. Think I even got your favorite somewhere.”

Harry stood in the doorway, watching me with a mixed expression I found difficult to read. But I understood. It must have looked as strange to him as it felt for me, given that the last time I’d been in this exact bedroom we’d both been crying our hearts out.

“Water is fine,” I replied with a hesitant smile, “Thank you.”

His feet were slow when he approached me and the invitation to sit on his bed was spoked low. Any confidence Harry had shown back in the bar was lost, just like my bravery was wearing off with the remains of alcohol leaving my system. The more I sobered up, the stranger the whole situation became to me.

“Please, don’t get sick,” Harry requested quietly, whilst helping me sit down on his bed. I could only assume he was reading my pale cheeks and discomfort as a sign of too much alcohol in my blood. “Got new sheets.”

“I noticed.” The disappointment was evident in my voice and I forced a smile to cover it up, “And I’m alright.”

Why were the sheets gone? It was silly to feel nostalgic about them, but why hadn’t he kept the material we’d spent hours of sleeping under? Where we’d made plans, confessed dreams and caused giggles to fill the room? Had he thrown them away just like that and replaced them by silly blue ones? How could he?

“Where are they?”

“Who?” his face wore an expression of pure confusion.

I let my fingers touch the top of his mattress. It felt wrong. Not even half as soft as it used to be. “The sheets.”

Harry didn’t reply which was answer enough. I hissed and shook my head. My heart was heavy with a sudden sadness I couldn’t explain and knew was stupid. There was no reason for me to feel crushed over the loss of some blue material I hadn’t lain on in a long time. He’d made a decision I had no place being angry about.

Sensing my crushed feelings Harry shifted beside me, his arms ached to reach out and embrace me but his mind burned with questions he needed answers for.

“Why didn’t you ever call, Y/N?”

We weren’t avoiding the awkwardness, then. We wouldn’t dance around the uncomfortable feelings. My chest moved and my lungs filled with fresh air. One thing I appreciated about Harry was his bravery, one I never possessed. He wasn’t afraid of tackling the difficult conversations.

“I can’t remember how many nights I stayed up staring at my phone with hopes I could never fully let go of.”

“I needed space,” I explained weakly, “Needed to clear my head.”

We sat so close next to each other his knee brushed mine and though it was only a small touch, my eyes could not look away from it. His body heat easily radiated off of me, awakening every cell of my body and speeding up the rhythm of my heart. I wanted more, wanted to be reminded what it felt like to hold him right.

“Clear it from me?” Harry’s quiet voice was laced with sadness, “You shut me out of your life. As if you tried to make it like I’d never touched it.”

Contradicting his words, Harry’s hand found my thigh, giving it an entirely non sexual squeeze, one that let me know he wasn’t angry. My hand pressed on top of his and I looked up to meet his eyes.

“You know what I felt for you, Harry.”

He nodded. “Which is just why I don’t understand.”

It’d been him who’d broken us off. Well, whatever “us” had meant. His solo career had been in its beginnings and he knew he’d need to be free to travel for it, work an impossible amount of hours and be available to anyone always. Anyone, aside form me.

Going solo meant he was busy and that meant that any feelings for him I had developed, did not have any place.
Harry cared for me, wanted me and desired to keep me close, but at the same time he knew that if he let us strengthen our bond even more, we would eventually suffer a heart break. Our connection wasn’t meant to be, not at that time anyway.

“I began to miss you so terribly the moment you closed the door behind you,” I breathed.

Watching him walk out of my apartment was a sight I knew I’d never forget. No matter how many promises of keeping in touch, staying friends and wanting to remain close had been made, I was sure we both knew they were void of true meaning.

Harry had touched my heart. How could I look into his eyes after having been rejected?

I whimpered when his body turned to face mine and shuddered when his hand fount my neck, gently turning my head so I looked up at him.
Harry’s brows were knitted together while his eyes pleaded with mine. My lips parted and my head spun when my own palms found their place on his shoulders, only centimeters away from his collarbones. I yearned to touch his skin.

“But that doesn’t mean you had to cut me off like that,” he whispered.

“Your fear of perhaps not having enough time for me didn’t mean you had to deny us any chance either,” I countered, arching one eyebrow at him.

Relief overcame me when a smile pulled at the corner of his lips and I felt some of the tension in the room shift. “That is true, I suppose.”

His thumb gently caressed the skin of my cheek before trailing along my jaw. Harry shook his lovely head, making his slightly disheveled hair fall into his face. “And both happened despite that I loved you.”

There it was again. The buzz in the air. I moved further up to sit in a crossed legged position across from him, both of my hands still pressed flat to his chest and his eyes closed when the tips of my fingers dared finding the unbuttoned part of his shirt where his warm skin was accessible.

I hummed, a shy smile on my lips.

“You know,” I began in a whisper, “your choice of candles lets me hope there is no past tense to your feelings.”

His nose brushed my cheek and his mouth kissed my shoulder.

My voice shook as I went on: “They are, after all, the scent of the cookies I always made for you, the soap of mine you used to hate and the oil I used to massage your shoulders with when you were stressed.”

A low moan fell from his mouth at the memory and my eyes fell shut.

“And what’s the last scent for?” he asked.

My body was pushed back to lie flat on his mattress and I welcomed him with open arms who finally got to hold him tight again.

“It’s the smell of my hair,” I whispered into the shell of his ear, whimpering when his lips pressed warm kisses to the bare exposed skin of my collarbones. “My shampoo.”

“Maybe s'not in the past tense then,” Harry murmured, grunting when my legs found the familiar place around his hips, “Maybe I still love you.”

“That would be nice,” I gasped when he pressed himself closer against my skin and wanted to cry because it still wasn’t enough.

“Would it?”

“Yes,” my hold tightened, “because I’m as in love with you as I was the day I told you for the first time.”

Hope you liked it! It’s the first story I posted since being officially 19! Ahh!! Love everyone of you who reads my stories, your support means so much. Thank you.

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albino-pony  asked:

Klance, 87? :>

In response to the 100 ways to say i love you 

#87- I saved you a seat

(*repeats “don’t make a lap dance joke” to myself 100 times*)


Keith stumbles into the lecture hall with a crash. His hair is a mess, falling out of its haphazard high ponytail, he’s not 100% sure that his shoes match, and his mouth still tastes like last night’s dinner. He winces at the loud clang the door makes. He feels the sting of a hundred tired, student’s eyes focus on him.

Why? Why were the doors to lecture halls always at the front? Would it kill them to put in a door at the back of the room so poor students who overslept could creep in discretely? His professor stops his lecture, gives him a disgruntled side eye, then continues his droning about wind patterns. 

Keith looks up into the throng of students. In the dim light he searches for a seat that’s not too close to the front, not so far up the back that he’ll have to awkwardly climb stairs for 2 minutes and prolong this agony, but also not right in the centre so he’ll have to crawl over and stick his butt in at least 20 people’s faces. 

he’s about to give up and take a seat in the front row when he sees it. A thin, tan arm waving enthusiastically above the crowd. Keith lets out a sigh of relief and begins his climb.

Lance sits 10 rows up, on the end seat. Perfect placement. No awkward butts in faces, but he’s far enough away that he can look at online shopping sites without his professor knowing. Thank. You. Lance.

“Saved you a seat.” Lance whispers and moves over so Keith can sit on the end. Keith quickly sheds his backpack and pulls out his books. He has to shove his hair out of his eyes five times, before he gives up and re-does his ponytail. He sighs when he finally has everything in place and has taken a seat.

“What kept you? You look like shit.” Lance sniggers. Keith rolls his eyes. 

“Overslept.”

“I don’t buy it. Don’t you get up early to run or something obnoxiously healthy like that?” Lance leans forward on his flimsy desk. He notices the bags under Keith’s eyes.

“I had my martial arts grading yesterday. I guess I was just really wiped.” He leans back in his chair and sighs. Lance’s eyes light up.

“Oh shit! Yeah, you told me about that.” He scoots closer as he realises his whispers are starting to creep towards normal speaking decibels. 

“How’d it go?”

“Yeah, good.” Lance doesn’t miss the tiny smile Keith wears. He’s clearly trying to downplay his accomplishment, but Lance can tell that he’s actually feeling pretty chuffed with himself.

“Did you win?”

“It’s not a competition, it’s like an exam. I’m not competing with anyone…”

“Yeah…” Lance wears a sly smile. “You totally won.”

“Shhh!” A sharp hiss cuts between the boys’ conversation. A boy with a thin face and long, fair hair turns in his seat to look up at the two with a disapproving look. He holds his index finger up to his mouth in a shushing gesture.

Keith and Lance wear matching condescending expressions. They flip of the student in unison.

The boy with long hair lets out an indignant little huff before turning back around. 

“What did I miss?” Keith is careful to keep his voice low. He nods towards the professor.

“He briefly went over our first assignment.” Lance pulls out some papers and puts them in front of Keith. “I collected the briefs for you.”

Keith pauses. Lance really didn’t have to do that. 

“Oh… wow, thanks.”

“No problem.” Lance smiles. It makes Keith smile instinctively. He has to tear his eyes away to look at the assignment task sheet in front of him.

His stomach drops when his eyes reach a key piece of criteria.

“Work in pairs?” He hisses. Keith had never been great at group work.

“We all signed up in the google doc this morning.” Lance explains. Keith lets out a little groan. This meant that everyone was already taken. The only people would be left would be the slackers who didn’t show up this morning, or the weirdos who kept to the fringes of the lecture hall and disappeared during tutorials and in between lectures… like they were never fully enrolled.

“Dammit, the one time I miss…” Keith begins to lament.

“I went ahead and put us down together.” 

Lance suddenly regrets his decision when he sees Keith’s wide-eyed expression. Oh man, had that been way too presumptuous. He didn’t know Keith too well, but they’d been hanging out for two months now, bonding on orientation day over their love of Top Gun and seaweed salad sushi rolls. He knew Keith was really smart… maybe he would have preferred to be with one of the other smart kids. Oh god, had he just trapped him in this partnership? Was Keith’s GPA going to suffer because Lance would drag him down?

“Is that ok?!” Lance’s whisper comes out as more of a panicked slurry of words.

“What?” Keith is knocked out of his daze. “Yes! I mean…” He tones down his enthusiasm. 

“Y…yes of course. I uh… I would like to work with you.” He nervously tucks a loose hair behind his ear. “I just figured you’d be taken is all.”

“No, no.” Lance smirks. “I saved myself for you.” He shoots Keith with a finger gun and a wink.

Was that? Is this… flirting? 

Keith clears his throat. His fingers tremble, so he hides them under his desk.

“Would you uh… I’m free tonight if you wanted to come over and…” It’s just a study session. Calm down! 

“And make a plan. So we don’t rush this last minute?” 

Lance smiles with half lidded eyes and nods. 

“Sounds good. I’ll get hungry though. We should go out to dinner together beforehand.” 

Keith blinks owlishly. Damn… he really should have showered today. 

“There’s a taco bell next door…” Keith stops when he sees Lance’s grimace. Lance waves off his suggestion with a flick of his fingers. He leans in close. Keith can feel the warmth of his skin on his cheek.

“I’ll take you somewhere. I know a place.” He smirks. Keith’s eyes narrow.

“A surprise?”

“A surprise.” Lance echoes back.

Keith had always liked surprises. 

Harry’s a Pilates Teacher and He Likes Bambi. A lot.

“James is never angry, thank you very much. He is the most content of all cats, actually. The vet says she’s never seen a more comfortable cat.”

“What sort of a name is James for a cat anyway?”

“I love Gavin and Stacey.” Harry stared back her, his face blank, willing her to go on. “James Corden.”

“You named your cat after James Corden?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“No,” he smirked. “Not at all.”

8500 words, be nice. I tried.

A big thank you to my home gals @islareeveswriting and @harrysmeadow for once again being true angels and reading this one several times for me, and spotting all the things that didn’t make sense which I’d missed. Where would I be without them?

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Oral With: BAP

Recommended: Dirty Talk With BAP

Rated: M

Warnings: oral


If you don’t like smut, don’t read this.


Thank you @suhotrashanon​ and @btsbiaslove​ for help on Youngjae!

Yongguk:  

Giving: He is experienced. He knows exactly where to touch you and exactly how to use his mouth to bring you the most amazing pleasure you’ve ever felt. He loves to eat you out from behind so he can get delicious handfuls of your ass.  He’s so in tune with you he knows exactly when to back off and tease you before you can cum. He wants to hear you whimper and beg just a little longer before giving in and letting you cum all over his tongue.

Receiving: He is rough. His hands tangle in your hair and hold your head as he fucks himself into your throat. His deep ass moans reverberate through the room. He’s pretty vocal, growling out your name and moaning. When he cums, it’s in your throat with a shout of your name. Afterwards, he’ll stroke your hair  and tell you what a good girl you are for him.

Himchan:

Giving: He is passionate. Moaning into your pussy as he licks every single inch of you. He loves your taste. His tongue laps at your core, taking great care to get every drop you give him. He’s whispering soft praises the entire time. Telling you you’re so good to him.  

Receiving: He’s soft. His hand is constantly touching your hair, and caressing any skin he can access from his position. He takes his cock out of your mouth and gentle taps it on your tongue with a dirty smirk on his face. When he cums, its on your face and his head is tossed back with a low, husky whine of your name.

Daehyun:

Giving: He is eager. He’ll drop to his knees the second you ask for his mouth. He’ll pin your legs down so he can get the perfect angle to your pussy. His tongue laves over you, eager to make you cum. He loves to make you cum. He lives for it. He thinks you’re the most beautiful when you cum.  

Receiving: He is talkative. He’s constantly giving you praises and soft words of encouragement. He’ll be calling you beautiful and all sorts of compliments. He won’t shut up unless he’s moaning. His moans are a work of art as well, you won’t ever tire of them. But they have nothing on seeing him cum. Both his hands tangle in the sheets and his mouth falls open in a long, drawn out moan.  

Youngjae:

Giving: He is a tease. He works you up with his mouth so easily. Once he knows you’re close to cumming, and he knows the signs even if you try to hide them, he’s backing off to watch you squirm on the bed. But when he finally makes you cum, his fingers slide into you and his lips attach to your clit and you’re cumming on him and he’s grinning like a little devil with your cum on his lips.

Receiving: He’s playful and vocal. He’s whispering dirty little thing to you while his cocks down your throat. He’s a tease even when he’s at your mercy. His favorite thing to do is thrust suddenly down your throat when you least expect to just to watch you glare at him from the floor. But when he gets closer to cumming, he loses his teasing and starts giving you beautiful moans with his head throat back. He cums in your mouth and loves when you show him you’ve swallowed it all. It could probably make him hard again.

Jongup:

Giving: He is shy. Jonguppie is unsure in his technique and it shows at first. He’s worried he’ll do something wrong even if he’s done it millions of times before. His tongue unsurely rolls over your clit and he catches all your juices. But he doesn’t get more bold until you start whimpering his name in little begs for more. Then, he finally becomes more bold and finally makes you cum with a proud smile on his face.

Receiving: He’s needy. His pants are around his ankles before you can even finish asking to suck him off. It’s amusing. The second you get your mouth on him, he’s begging for more. His voice comes out breathless from the pleasure you’re giving him. His hands are softly in your hair, giving you soft nudges to take him deeper but never forcing you. When he cums, his whole body trembles and his back arches off the bed. He loses what control he had and cums deep in your throat, something you’ve come to grow used to. When he’s done he apologizes profusely and will most likely go down on you in return.

Zelo:

Giving: He is enthusiastic. He’s always up for it if you ask. Though, he prefers receiving. But he lays on his tummy between your spready legs and goes to it. He licks up every inch of you, swirling his tongue around your clit to make your body arch. He giggles a little when your fingers tangle in his hair and pull his mouth closer against you. Following your hints, he wraps his arms around your thighs and goes to town. Eager to make you cum, he sucks your clit into his mouth just the way you like and you explode for him.

Receiving: He is uncontrolled. He’s exctied to have your mouth on him. When he finally gets it, he looses any control he possible had. He wraps your hair around his fist and forces your throat down on him. He whispers out soft apologies through his pants. It takes a while to get used to giving him head but the reward it him cumming. He takes your throat off him, wraps his fist around his cock until he cums on his stomach with his back arching and broken moan falling off his lips.

cathcer1984  asked:

Sorry I feel like I'm being a pain, asking so often... but do you guys have a werewolf convention tag? Where things like Electricity in the Contact and Wake Up Call and Pretty in Tents and similar fics would be? If this makes sense? ... its late and I'm not wearing my glasses. Thanks in advance.

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Anonymous said:Can you rec some werewolf convention fics? Thank you x

Omggggggggggg….NO.  I had this huge post almost done, and then accidentally dragged another tab on top and it reloaded this page, so I lost everything *wails*.  I think I recovered most of the links, fingers crossed!  (damn you, Tumblr!!!  Let me save replies as drafts!!!!!)  -Emmy

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Indulgence by Inell

(2,500 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!Stiles, married!sterek, public sex

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by alocalband 

(3,009 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, enemies to lovers

A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.

Anything But Dull by tryslora

(3,593 I Teen I Complete)  *stackson, fake!sterek, arranged marriage

Politics is everything at a werewolf conference. Stiles is pretending to be Derek’s boyfriend. Peter is trying to make alliances by marrying Jackson and Malia off to other packs. And Jackson is frustrated by wanting the one person he can’t have.

Only Fools (Fall) by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl)

(4,836 I Teen I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott

Scott knew this was a bad idea from the get go.
Okay, maybe not quite, but let’s just say he had some reservations about bringing Derek and Stiles to the Northern California Alpha Symposium as his guests. He was willing to take a majority of the blame, but he just wishes someone (coughLYDIAcough) would have stepped in and straightened this out before things got out of hand.

Operation Get Derek Laid by Kikileduc 

(5,109 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, secret relationship, spark!stiles

There’s pining, misunderstandings, confusion, a little jealousy…

Stiles and Derek they have a nice thing, no one knows, yet. The issue is, they want their alpha to get lucky at the werewolf seminar, and well Stiles thinks Derek wants that too…

Two Beds + Three People by KuriKuri

(5,145 I Explicit I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott, polyamory

“You’re not going to try out the bed, Derek?” Scott asks, and Derek really, really hopes Scott doesn’t notice the way his heart skips a beat. There are many ways Derek can think of trying out Scott and Stiles’ hotel bed, none of them appropriate.

(Or: sour skittles at a werewolf convention.)

Alpha and Emissary by Chiomi

(6,319 I Teen I Complete)   *sterek, magic!stiles

One hears rumors, seeping out of Beacon Hills on waves of smoke and blood.

And then one sees the True Alpha’s Star Wars swim trunks.

The whole weekend is very unnerving.

My Best Decision (Has Yet To Be Made) by only_one_word 

(6,563 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!stiles

Stiles knows a couple things about Derek:
Derek doesn’t like to speak in full sentences in the morning
Similarly, he doesn’t like asking for help

Family Unit by AsagiStilinski

(8,851 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles, packmom!stiles, roadtrip

So werewolf symposiums are a thing

That’s a thing that exists, it’s happening, it’s in the world now

And Stiles doesn’t know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this

(“It’s a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a ‘werewolf symposium’!”“)

We Have Potential by dragon_temeraire

(10,196 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake relationship, werewolf culture

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse 

(11,536 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, fake/pretend relationship, sex pollen, dubious consent

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Find Me Sitting Poolside by TroubleIWant 

(14,286 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake/pretend relationship

“Oh, and you’re the Hales!” the host exclaims when Stiles slides the sign-up sheet back. “Or, Hale and Stilinski, I guess. For now.” She gives them a conspiratorial wink. “I have to say, we are just pleased as punch to see an adorable couple like you attending!”

Stiles tosses an arm familiarly around Derek’s shoulders despite all the bags hanging off them, and gives him a squeeze. “I know! We’re pretty much the cutest. Right, honey?” He shoots his Alpha a shit-eating grin.

Derek bares his teeth in what’s probably supposed to be a smile, except that it isn’t, in much the same way that they are supposed to be a couple, but aren’t.

Survival is a Habit by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere 

(15,805 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, spark!stiles

Nearly a year after the Hale pack defeated their first real threat, Talia gets a call inviting them to attend the Triennial Pack Convention.  

They gladly accept, hoping to use the TPC as one last celebration before the younger members go off to college, but when a series of events puts the pack at risk, they find themselves in desperate need of allies.

Love You Harder by tryslora 

(24,886 I Explicit I Complete)  *scott/stiles, unrequited love, fake/pretend relationship, emissary!stiles

Pretend dating is hard. Like really. Like walking around hard all the time hard. Stiles is starting to wonder if he’s going to survive the experience.

Espy Me, While I Watch You by frostedgoddess 

(27,280 I General I WIP)  *sterek, spark!Stiles

Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

Then, Derek’s betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha’s dream come true.

And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

It’s Free (And Always Will Be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan)   

(31,681 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, werewolves are known

Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.

Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.

Of Werewolves and Dolphins by Ilovesocks_24 

(53,506 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, scott/isaac, friends to lovers

  “Stiles, come on! It’ll be fun,” Scott said. “You can’t deny that seven days in the Caribbean on a cruise ship full of hot, single werewolves won’t be a good time.”

 “Maybe for you,” Stiles said. “Because you’re tan and have a six pack. No one is going to talk to me at all. Also, fun fact: I’m not even a werewolf.”

 “You don’t have to be a werewolf to come,” Scott said. “You just have to be twenty-one so you can drink. Or so hot guys can buy you drinks,” he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

 “No, thanks,” Stiles said, shrugging. “Go on without me, just send postcards with all the hot guys you meet.”

 “They’re stopping in Cozumel,” Scott said. “It says here that you can swim with dolphins.”

 “Did you say we could swim with dolphins?” Stiles asked, curiously. “Like the ones that do tricks at Seaworld?”

 “That’s what swimming is,” Scott said, eyes gleaming.  

 “When do we leave?” Stiles asked.

Or the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek.

You Make My Heart Ache by grimm 

(248,910 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, parrish/stiles, nogistune/stiles, mates, stripper!derek, bakery au

Based on this prompt & photo! I couldn’t resist. :D

Rating: General
Applicable Tags: Fake boyfriends, Fluff

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East of Nowhere - Year Five

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Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part six of a seven part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year.

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

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Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, gore and explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 4600+

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Four Years, Six Weeks

Sometimes you stand naked in from the full length mirror in the bathroom and look at the shiny pink scar on your stomach that bears a stunning similarity to a washed up fish bone. Running the pads of your fingers over the raised skin you think about Sam, as if you’re rubbing a locket that reminds you of his unwavering love. A different version of yourself would be bothered by it, the tough, mangled flesh that healed without concern for aesthetics. But you feel grateful for Sam and, in a strange way, appreciative that Shadow Hill exists.

You’re lucky to be alive, this is your daily reminder.

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anonymous asked:

Is there some Summer Vibe fics? 😊☀️

Hey!

Oh yes :) Here’s some fun fics.

 There’s a few summer camp fics here and some baseball fics here 

Past The Breakers by  thepsychicclam | 40.7K

Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard.

Move A Mountain by  ZainClaw | 69K

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

To Navigate Your Seas by  alisvolatpropiis | 26K

Derek is a beach bum/surfer; Stiles is his new neighbor. Feels ensue.

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Cutback by  WonderWolf | 19.3K

Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.

Burn It Out by  Omni | 6.3K

Derek gets magical amnesia as part of a pact with a dark creature, and Stiles can save him by way of Once Upon a Time rules.

We’ll Still Have The Summer by  allyasavedtheday | 32.3K

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

The Lawn Ranger by  Snowjob | 47.8K

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.

Find Me Sitting Poolside by  TroubleIWant | 14.2K

“Oh, and you’re the Hales!” the host exclaims when Stiles slides the sign-up sheet back. “Or, Hale and Stilinski, I guess. For now.” She gives them a conspiratorial wink. “I have to say, we are just pleased as punch to see an adorable couple like you attending!”

Stiles tosses an arm familiarly around Derek’s shoulders despite all the bags hanging off them, and gives him a squeeze. “I know! We’re pretty much the cutest. Right, honey?” He shoots his Alpha a shit-eating grin.

Derek bares his teeth in what’s probably supposed to be a smile, except that it isn’t, in much the same way that they are supposed to be a couple, but aren’t.

Brick by Brick by  bleep0bleep | 3K

Stiles eats his hot dog slowly, mesmerized by the incredible detail, and also in particular, there’s a hot bearded guy adding more Legos to the scene, including a crowd of Lego people at a train stop. Now Lego Hottie is adding what looks to be a custom built space ship to the train scene, and is affixing it to the ceiling with wire so it is flying above the train– oh my God, Lego Hottie is building a scene from Firefly.

You’re Drowning (No I’m Not!) by  KuriKuri | 6.5K

In which Derek is a lifeguard and Stiles goes to the pool way too often.