also, maybe this is considered an unpopular opinion, but… i feel like you CHOOSE to be lgbt…? but it’s not like a “this is what i’m choosing to have for dinner” choice… it’s like… putting a puzzle piece in the right spot. you could technically choose to put an ill fitting piece in there, squeeze it until it fits, but why would you do that? like… it’s an unconscious decision. the logical choice in a room full of illogical ones. so like. take that how you will.
anyway cishet people don’t touch don’t THINK about this post this is for lgbt people only as far as you’re concerned i came into this wold a big ol’ lesbian and i did not choose to be gay, thank you
La tierra está en peligro, muchos lugares del mundo se están colapsando debído a factores terribles. Empecemos a ver las cosas de frente, todos hacemos el cambio, Reduce, Reutiliza y Recicla. Ayudemos nuesto hogar chicos.
it’s almost a week later and here tf i am with these damn vday drabbles. enjoy this hunk!
(gifs aren’t mine!!)
“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.” ft Derek Hale
You and Derek dated secretly for a little over five months. You thought things were going well when Derek walked up to you two days ago. You thought he was finally okay with telling the pack. You were, of course, wrong. He grabbed you by the arm during the middle of a pack meeting and pulled you into his study, slamming the door behind him. He kept pacing back and forth, eyes never meeting yours as he slowly explained to you that he no longer wanted to date you. He wanted nothing to do with you, personally or professionally. His outburst surprised you, but you walked out with your head held high. The rest of the pack didn’t know what was going on or why you wouldn’t show up to the meetings, but you managed to give them viable excuse after viable excuse.
Today is probably the most annoying day of all after your fall out with Derek. Today is Valentine’s day, a national holiday to remind you of both your loneliness and your rotten luck. The rest of the pack had gone out on a couple’s dinner sort of thing, and Lydia made a point to invite you every day, but you couldn’t go. Not because of Derek’s sorry ass but because you didn’t wanna be the seventh or ninth wheel.
So instead, you’re at home. You’re dressed in a comfy crop top and baggy sweats, a bowl of ice cream in one hand and a bag of hot chips in the other. You set your snacks down on the table and before your ass can hit the sofa, you hear rapid knocking on your door.
“I’m coming! Jesus,” you grumble, walking to the door as the knocking becomes more incessant.
Your mind immediately jumps to the worst conclusion as you twist open the locks of your door. What if your friends were hurt? What if “couples dinner” was code for attack??? You quickly unlock the door only to find Derek on the other end. He looked like a complete wreck, and the terrible feeling rushed through you again.
“Derek, what is it?” You whisper, keeping yourself together as you let Derek in, closing the door behind him. He stands in the small hallway, not moving. “Derek please tell me what’s wrong? Is someone hurt? Did something happen? What–?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t,” Derek repeats the words, almost as though apologizing to you.
“W-what?” You hesitantly place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you, his tired sea green eyes meeting your gentle ones.
“I’m so sorry. But I can’t stop thinking about you. I go to sleep every night, picturing you next to me. I wake up every damn morning wishing I could kiss your forehead one last time. I can’t sleep, I can’t focus, you’re clouding my every thought, Y/N,” Derek’s voice breaks as he falls to his knees in front of you.
“Derek,” you whisper, gently running your fingers through his hair as he buries his face in your stomach.
“I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt,” he wraps his arms around your legs and let’s it all out.
You lower yourself so you’re face to face with him as he tells you about a new threat, a vampire coven. The pack had never dealt with a coven before, but they’d heard rumours about how ruthless they could be. They’d take the pack’s weakest link and tear them to bits. Derek didn’t trust himself around you, he didn’t want to risk your life so he broke things off and pushed you away.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Derek whispers, gently cupping your face. You lean into his touch and close your eyes.
“It’s okay, Der. I feel better now… at least it’s not my fault,” you look up and meet his loving eyes.
“Is that what you thought?” His eyes search yours before leaning forward and placing light kisses all over your face. “It’s not at all your fault. You’re perfect.”
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but I am pretty damn great, huh?” You smirk as Derek chuckles, shaking his head.
“You’re perfect, I swear.”
“How perfect?” You whisper, biting your lip as Derek stills in front of you, eyes landing on your lips.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader Words: 1,952 AN: Okay so this was spurred on by the teaser for the teaser trailer for AmAs, I had so many feelings and I just wanted to die and also fuck Dylan so here you go? Sorry not sorry. Also I didn’t edit this well so I apologize for any mistakes.
Dylan arrived home to an empty house, his eyes drooping due to jet lag. It was a long flight, but he was glad to be home. He was early, wanting to surprise you, but it seemed like you weren’t there. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw your makeup littering the bathroom counter. He wasn’t mad, of course, glad you were going out and having fun when he wasn’t around. He hated to think you’d be cooped up in the house alone without him.