best friends maybe

someone: do you watch game of thrones?

me: not for years, but I have an exquisitely plotted story in my head about how Sansa Stark serves as lady of winterfell and falls in love with another northern lady but she doesn’t realize it’s Love Love because she’s just like “what very good friends we are :)” and the other woman is really good at resource management and where to put latrines so people don’t get sick, and they work together and are best friends and maybe more?? Yes, more. It’s a fifteen episode miniseries about rebuilding after war, peacetime governance, and gentle gay love, sexuality, and trust. I have the camera angles all planned out. Arya is there, and she has twelve direwolves puppies that cause mischief. At some point, the whole north is like “There Must Always Be A Stark In Winterfell And It’s Fine If She’s A Lesbian” 

Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone but she’s tired of being lied to, used, and thrown aside when she is no longer convenient. Maybe she has suffered one too many heartbreaks from boyfriends or best friends or parents. Maybe she wants to depend on someone but there’s no one left. No one, except herself.
—  She is her own strength, her own power.

welcome!!!!!! this is long overdue. i’ve been promising myself i’d made this forever. so here it is - the ultimate masterpost of wlw (women loving women) books. not all characters are lesbians, some are bi or pan, though all books feature f/f relationships and/or themes. there are 150+ recommendations, so enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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FUN HEADCANON: the jarchie roadtrip wasn’t just a roadtrip; it was where jughead planned to come clean to archie about how much of a mess his life is. it wasn’t easy for him to admit that he was in such a sorry state, and it took him weeks to build up the courage, but he was gonna do it. he was gonna pour his heart out to his best friend, maybe even ask for his help.

that’s why he was so upset when archie bailed on him like it was nothing. that’s why jughead held it against him for so long. because that’s when jughead realized that he was not as important to archie as archie was to him, that his best friend in the world… wasn’t. that’s when jughead realized no one was coming to save him. that’s when he realized he was alone.

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“I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.”

Part I / Part II
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1989


Shawn wakes up to whispers outside his door, voices that speak words that are too low for him to clearly hear. At first, he’s confused, because why is there an arm slung over his waist? Then it hits him, the memories of last night. He realises that the person lying next to him is none other than the person he took home last night and kissed. His best friend.

He can feel every exhale of her slow breaths against his bare back. The second thing that he registers is the pounding in his head, and he definitely regrets the last couple of shots he did last night. His thoughts move at a mile per second, because he doesn’t know what to make of the situation as a whole, and there are a dozen questions running around his head, but he forces himself to stop. Eventually, the initial shock wears off and all he can think of in the moment is how badly he needs to pee. Carefully peeling off the arm around him, he tiptoes to his door and hears the voices clearer this time.

“I told you it would happen before they graduate,” says a male voice that definitely belongs to his father.

“Do you think they…?” He hears his mother’s concerned voice.

“They share clothes all the time, don’t they?”

“I guess, but this one was dry. By the jacuzzi.”

“Well, good on him then,” his father chuckles, and Shawn can see the face his mother must be making, in his head.

He can feel his cheeks turn hot as he hears his parents’ conversation about what sounds a lot like his sex life. He steps outside and clears his throat to make them aware of his presence, and his mother moves at the sound, swiftly spinning around to face him.

“Morning champ,” his father smirks.

His mother gives her husband a disapproving look before turning to look at Shawn in his more than fucked state with suspicion. “Honey, were you drunk last night?” she asks, narrowing her eyes, a warning sign that tells him that he better not lie.

Shawn sighs, knowing that there’s no point in lying when he will likely be spending most of the day in bed with the lights out. “Just a little,” he says apologetically. It’s not a lie, he’s only bending the truth a little, so he tells himself that it’s fine.

His mother shakes her head. “I found this by the jacuzzi. Is it yours?” She asks, holding up a thin jumper in front of him.

“Yeah,” he lies this time, taking it from her hands. He searches for a believable explanation to how and why it would end up on the porch, but comes up with nothing, so he just stands there awkwardly for a moment, watching his parents’ amused expressions. “I’m gonna brush my teeth,” he says, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He turns his head to look back, and they’re looking at him with grins on their faces.


They make their way down the stairs and into the kitchen to find his dad stirring something in a pot while his mom sets plates on the table. His mom tries, far too obviously, to hold back a grin when she sees them.

“Hey,” Shawn greets them. “What are you guys up to?”

“Lunch, and then we’re leaving for the conference,” his mother replies.

“So you’ll be gone?”

“All day,” she smiles, her gaze moving to the quiet girl next to Shawn. “Do you guys want some pasta?”

“I think I’ll just have some breakfast,” Shawn says.

“Yeah, me too.”

They eat in silence for the most part and it’s a little awkward, because when she’s there they always talk and laugh. Shawn thinks that his parents know well enough not to speak loudly around two hungover teenagers, and he really appreciates that, even though it makes the atmosphere a little thick. The food helps though, because he feels less nauseous after the meal.   

“So, what do you wanna do?” She asks with a faint smile, once his parents have closed the door behind them.

“Movie?”

They’re about fifteen minutes through The Conjuring when Shawn wants to stop watching and begs her to make cookies. She groans, but agrees eventually.

“Only because I love you,” she mutters, dumping a cup of chocolate chips into a mixing bowl.

“You just admitted you love me,” Shawn lilts.

“Piss off,” she laughs with a shake of her head. “You big baby.”

She makes the cookies, which takes a lot more time than the recipe predicted because she has to defend the dough from Shawn, but eventually gives in and gives him the last of what’s left in the bowl once she has placed the baking tray in the oven.

They return to the living room with the cookies and eat them while the plot unfolds on the screen. When the cookies are finished and there are only crumbs left, they lay down close together on the couch, Shawn holding her from behind with an arm around her waist. She appears to be paying attention to the film on the screen, but Shawn has his eyes shut, and his face hidden in her neck because the film is much more frightening than he had anticipated.

She screams when a scary scene comes on, and jumps. “Sorry,” she says.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I’m here.”

His arm tightens around her and he buries his face in her neck, then he kisses the exposed skin, innocently at first, until his kisses move out to her shoulder and his mouth opens. The kisses travel back towards her neck and Shawn sucks on the flesh, biting playfully. She sighs in pleasure, and as if on instinct, her bottom pushes back against his crotch and he groans at the pressure. She turns to him and meets his lips with her own, playfully swiping his tongue with hers. Shawn kisses her back with passion, her fingernails digging into the back of his neck, and the electricity of her touch travels to every inch of his body. Then she tugs at his hair and directs his mouth to her neck.

“Keep going,” she says.

Her leg slots itself between his and she presses against him and starts to rock against him slowly with a gentle pressure and Shawn feels his underwear tighten. He shivers when her hand travels down his back, around to the front of his waistline and cups him outside of his sweats. The moan that he lets out is embarrassingly loud, and he just knows that she’s smirking above him. He feels dazed, as if what they’re doing isn’t real, as if it’s a dream. Because never had he ever thought that he’d have his open mouth on his best friend while she has her hand on his erection. He resumes to working on a mark he has started on her shoulder while her hand goes down his pants and takes a proper hold of him and starts with slow strokes that make him impossibly harder. Her hand stops a moment later, and he whines at that, giving her a disappointed look.

“I’m not about to give you a dry handjob. Do you have anything?” she explains.

“In my room. Let’s go?”

He gets up first, helping her stand and keeping her hand in his as he leads her up the stairs back to his room. It takes a while until he finds the bottle of lube and condoms at the back of a drawer, but when he does and places them next to his pillows on his unmade bed, it all becomes real, because he doesn’t know what’s about to happen between him and his best friend. Even though he’s known her forever, this is new, it’s delicate.

She must have picked up on his feelings, because she takes his face in her hands and whispers against his lips, “It’s okay.”

She sits him down, kisses him softly, climbs on top of him, and drives him crazy. It’s slow, like it was last night, and he’s nervous, but she strokes his jaw with her thumb, and he feels a little reassured. His hand makes its way under her shirt, and then they shed their clothes until they’re both in their underwear. Her spread thighs bracket Shawn’s as she moves slowly against his length with her heat against him. His hands beg for her to take off her knickers and she allows him to pull the confines down her legs. Then she reaches down to remove the last piece of clothing on his body and he’s stark naked underneath her. She moves against him again, this time without a barrier between them.


Her arm rests between them as she comes down from her high. Shawn puts his hand over hers and places his fingers between hers, giving her hand a light squeeze. They lie next to each other, close, but it still feels like far. All he can see is her, but her eyelids remain shut, and when she opens them, they only look at the ceiling. He keeps his smile, waiting for her to look at him, and when her gaze finds his, she looks at their hands then at him serenely for a moment before she frowns.

She licks her lips and takes a deep breath, as if inhaling courage. “Do you like me?” Her voice is a little shaky, scared, as if she knows the answer but doesn’t want to hear it.

“No,” he replies far too quickly. All he can think is that he wants to say what she wants to hear.

“Oh, thank God.”

The relief that washes over her face causes his stomach to fall, and that’s when he knows that he lied. He knows what he wants, and that they were definitely not on the same page when they hadn’t talked about it last night, and now he thinks that they should have. She seems to realise that his reaction doesn’t match hers because she loses that look of relief quickly.

“I can’t lose you,” she says dismally, her face falling.

“You’ll never lose me. I promise.” Shawn forces a smile, and pulls her against his chest, holding her loosely in his arms.

“We’re okay, right?”

“Of course,” he says.

“I think I’m gonna go home now. I need a shower,” she moves to sit and looks at him, his figure propped up on his forearms.

“Stop! I’m not in love with you!”

“Shawn.”

“I don’t know. I may have some kind of feelings for you, but they’re not… They’ll go away. I don’t even know what they are. You don’t have to run from me.” He sits next to her, but keeps a distance between them. “The last thing I want is for us to change because of something that may not even be real.”

She looks down at the sheets, and pulls the blanket tighter around her front. The frown is still on her face, but eventually the crease between her eyebrows disappear, and she offers a sad smile. “Do you remember, in eighth grade, when we promised each other that we’d always be best friends?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles at the memory. “I meant it.”

“So did I,” she smiles, relaxed this time.  

“I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.” He reaches over and lightly punches her arm.

She grins at him even though he’s just punched her, but retaliates by kicking at his thigh with little force. Then she shuffles closer and pulls him into a hug that says ‘me too’. He places his arms around her, and it’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Can we get pizza?”

“I thought we were having a moment here,” Shawn laughs and pulls back.  

“Pizza makes everything better, so consider this moment better,” she grins.

“With extra cheese?”

“With extra cheese.”

⇁plums & melons | 02

Originally posted by parkejimins

pairing⇁Jimin x Reader

genre⇁drama, smut || brother’s best friend!au

warnings⇁public indecency, masturbation, dry humping, jungkook, things that shouldn’t happen in a closet, a brief mention of tentacle porn;;

word count⇁7.3k

The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.

alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??

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Long hair squad 👍 (or, well, ¾ of a squad)

anonymous asked:

Describe how shyan looks at each other

well buddy let me t e l l  y a

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skam fic rec masterpost

here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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bluesey ? ?? ? is literally one of the Purest Most Wholesome relationships ive ever read with my own two eyes  .  Y’all . that scene ? ?? ? where gansey tucks blue into his overcoat?  11/10  . every single one of their phone calls? ?  truly Inspiring . top notch  . the topest notch , , .  the scene where they’re being all secrety and whispery and gansey lets out this “tremendous” laugh suddenly and he just looks So Pretty smiling and blue’s thought process is literally “oh no!”? ? thats some . Quality stuff my friends . Quality  . and  that one scene, ,, , where all the boys go to nino’s because blue’s working and they wanna show her the magic box and gansey just .. joyfully cries “Jane!” like, it’s not even really a bluesey scene but fam ,,,. Fam. also,,, lets not forget the lampshade scene . “whatever sort of lamp it belonged to, Gansey looked like he wanted one” can you believe gansey looking at blue with constant heart eyes is a for real canon thing . brings a tear to my eye that does :’’’’) . and then theres the scene where blue literally thinks “she just wanted to keep being Gansey’s best friend forever, and maybe one day also have carnal knowledge of him.” have y’all ever read anything so Good? golly . and then of course . .. .. theres the yogurt scenes . … fam i love those scenes so much for multiple reasons but one of those reasons is that. blue literally has to Look Away when gansey puts the spoon in his mouth . binch . what do y’all think she was thinking then? ? the same thing gansey was ? something  l e w d  probably lord knows that girl has no chill,, ,,, jesus .then theres The Scene .. y’all know the one . . the “I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent” scene ..  .. .The Scene That Cured All My Ailments. . aLsO tHaT oNe ScEnE wHeRe GaNsEy LiTeRaLlY ,,, “I suppose… She makes me quiet.” yEA H SHE DOES BOI YEAH SHE DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not to mENTION1!! THEIR PRETEND KISSES AKA THE SCENES WHERE I MCFREAKING LOST IT  , ;;FITE ME BLUESEY IS SO G O OD 

cliche plots i’m always a slut for

  • the summer road trip
  • bad boy / good girl
  • bad girl / good girl
  • TA / college student
  • penpals that become best friends and maybe more through letters
  • rich ceo’s kid / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee
  • actually, rich ceo / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee
  • people on a movie set who are love interests in the movie but hate each other irl
  • arranged marriage
  • FAKE DATING
  • enemies to friends to lovers
  • popular kid / nerd
  • breakfast club style all day detention
  • blind dates
  • friends with benefits
  • rich guy / trophy wife
  • bonnie and clyde plots
  • the goody-goody and the juvenile delinquent that are actually best friends and will fuck u up if you mess with the other one

(feel free to add more)

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