Request:“Can irequest a billy hargrove smut imagine where he gets his gorgeous girlfriend (Steve’s sister) pregnant, their scared but so happy and leads to hot smuttl and fluff?” @harduy &“Hi! could you do one with billy where him and the reader are having an argument over something stupid but then the reader gets turned on bc she thinks he’s hot when he’s mad”
Summary: After finding out you’re pregnant, you have to tell the two most important people in your life; your brother and your boyfriend.
Warnings: Smut, cursing, angst
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, brother!Steve Harrington x sister!Harrington (not incest lmfao)
Word Count: 2,668
A/N: I combined the two, but it’s not as angry/fighty as you probably would’ve hoped.
when The Shape of Water was literally one of the most phenomenal cinematic experiences of your entire goddamn life and you gotta talk about it but it doesnt open to the general public until the 22nd and you dont wanna spoil anything for anyone bc they need to experience it in unspoiled wholeness
This is an issue I’ve had for some time, and I really wished there’d been an informational post about it when I was just starting out with Paganism, so I’m going to do my best to help out anyone else who’s having similar problems. It’ll get fairly long and personal, so it’s under a cut.
How amazing is it that Niall, Liam, Harry, and Louis are all the best friends anyone could ask for? Like just authentically good, reliable humans. Always there for a laugh, or for a cry, or for a favor. The most loyal. Imagine the joy of having one of them in your life.
I was tagged by the fabulous @thorne93 (if you haven’t checked out her blog what are you doing with your life?)
1. What inspires your work most? (The show it is based on, the actor who portrays a certain character, maybe the character itself? It could even be an experience.)
I feel like the show is always the starting point for me and the characters. I think that’s why most of my fics are case fics because I like working with that structure and using it to play with the characters.
2. What is your favorite fandom to write for?
Criminal Minds! I have some ideas for other fandoms but we’ll see…
3. Which perspective do you prefer writing in? (First-person, second-person, third-person)
I love second person for fanfics, I feel like reader fics go down better on Tumblr but for anything else I ,like third person.
4. Do you prefer writing reader fics or OCs?
I feel that reader fics are kind of like OC fics where the character just happens to not have a name? I loved writing Lise though and I hope I can try another OC fic soon. I tend to add in OCs as minor characters in all my reader fics and I likef leshing them out.
5. Do you prefer writing longer works or one shots?
Longer works! I have more ideas for them (keeping them to a manageable length is the problem)
6. Do you take requests?
No. My writing schedule is so erratic I would feel bad about not getting them out. Plus I still have ideas of my own I want to explore.
7. Do you enjoy getting random Asks?
I don’t really get any but I’m always super interested in interacting with people so hmu!
8. What inspires the names for OCs (or extra character names) in your works? Do you pick them from real life or just select them at random? A mix?
I don’t remember where I heard Lise’s name first but I just wanted something pretty and delicate sounding. For other OCs it’s mostly random.
9. If your story(ies) have OCs, are their appearances based on real people or celebrities? If so, who?
I don’t tend to describe appearances much. With Lise all I knew is that I wanted her to be a red head!
10. How long have you been writing fanfiction?
Properly since June but I dabbled a little in the past couple of years but nothing came of it. I’ve daydreamed about my favourite stories forever though but never written any of it down!
After a while, you stop worrying about what people think of you. You realize that the most important thing is how you feel about yourself and other people’s opinions begin to fade from the back of your mind. It’s not easy, and it takes a while, but once it happens, it’s liberating.
Don’t be distressed that those boys don’t notice you,
The way your brown eyes light up when you’re happy,
Drowning you in a wave of joy,
The way your hair falls across your shoulders like a sheet of black silk fit for a queen.
The way your heart bursts into a song every time you accomplish something you worked hard for.
Don’t expect those boys, the ones who try to figure you out in one conversation, to understand you.
Don’t expect those boys who just want your body to ever understand you.
You’re so complex, so goddamn intricate,
Your soul is like a labyrinth,
Winding and unending,
It will take eons to figure you out.
Only the best explorer would be able to,
Only the most persistent explorer is meant to.
He wont come into your life like a hurricane,
Not like everyone else you’ve ever liked,
Because all they have done is leave you in the midst of destruction,
left you drowning in a flood of your tears,
Making you feel that loving a natural disaster is something you can’t resist.
Something that compels you to breathe.
He will come in like a soft breeze,
Which is heavy with premonition,
Caressing your cheeks gently,
He will enter your labyrinth of a heart,
Walking through it,
He won’t need a map,
Because he’s been here, in another lifetime,
The familiarity of your souls isn’t just a coincidence.
He won’t even need a flashlight,
For he is the sun,
Blazing with passion and a furious need to unravel all your layers,
He will walk slowly, with more purpose than he could ever muster in a lifetime,
Drinking in each painting,
Each milestone you’ve ever crossed,
Each person you’ve loved before him without a hint of jealousy, just curiosity,
Each petal of violets that decorate your heart,
Each word of poetry you’ve ever written or read,
And each song that blares from the record player that sits in the middle of the labyrinth.
He will memorize the way your soul dances when its happy,
The colors it comprises of,
Every shade of green and ultraviolet,
He will sleep beneath the cover of the stars of your heart,
And when he rises, rubbing traces of sleep from his soft, breathtaking green eyes,
Your heart will fill up with his warmth,
Every fibre of his being lighting up every inch of you,
He will clutch the broken parts of your soul,
And try to mend them back together with his undying, infinite love,
He will find all your insecurities shoved in a corner,
And coax them out,
After which he will gently caress them,
And set them free,
Far away from your soul,
Leaving nothing but stardust in their place.
He will inject humor into the sad, empty parts of your soul,
Quieten the inconsolable sadness that sits heavy and deep inside you,
And never let you drown in it again,
For he is your life boat.
He will carry your fears to the softest bed with satin sheets,
And gently sing them to sleep which they will never wake from.
He will make you feel like the goddamn interstellar sky you are.
He won’t be impatient to get to know you,
He will want to drink you in like the finest glass of wine,
The most celebrated art museum,
Or the most profound poetry book.
Savoring every sip,
Every moment you’ve ever spent together,
From start to finish.
This is the boy you were meant to have,
To have those lazy daydreams about,
To write endlessly about,
Your muse forever.
This is the boy who is meant to have you,
Who is worthy enough to become the keeper of your breathtaking soul,
one of my favorite things about malec is that they’re an adult, interracial lgbt couple. i know for many people in the lgbt community, coming out and coming into themselves didn’t happen until adulthood, especially poc. this includes me.
it means so much to me to see magnus, a man of color, and his recently-out boyfriend alec, living openly while cultivating their careers, managing familial relationships and making a home together.
I like to imagine Neil giggles a lot when he gets tipsy. Imagine: Andrew and Neil sitting on the roof, sharing a bottle of whiskey, Andrew’s bitching about Kevin and Exy and Neil is just lying with his head on his lap, staring up at his stupid face and losing his shit. Andrew alternates between glaring at him and shutting him up with a kiss.