so I changed the bottom image and I like it much better now

Important information for Content Creators on Tumblr (Last Updated June 23, 2017)

okay i know ive posted alot about this just now, but now that ive got it more or less figured out I’m gonna make a better post here and include the tags relevent to my interactions in it to ensure no one else in my fandoms/communities are blindsided like i was. 

I encourage you to make your own, or to just recopy this, tagging the fandoms and communities important to you!

CONTENT CREATORS: TUMBLR IS HIDING YOUR POSTS!

If you make a post with external links, your post will be hidden from searches. If you make a post and link to your redbubble, no one can search for your post. If you make art and link it to your deviantart or artstation, no one can search for you post. If you make any post and just throw on a “hey here is where you find me!” no one can search that post. If you want to recommend a fic or a youtube video, no one can search your post, if you… hell you get the idea. Tumblr has completely shut down content creators on this hellsite and its fucking infuriating.

I have just confirmed that the post type “Link” also does not show up in the tags. Thats right, there is an ENTIRE TYPE OF TUMBLR POST that cannot be searched. G-FUCKING-G TUMBLR.

EDIT: Okay! I have done more testing (and a video to go along with it) and at this point i can say that this is still very real, but that it only affects links to specific websites, presumably ones that tumblr doesn’t have added to some sort of “internal whitelist” of safe sites. 
I would suggest if you intend to continue tagging, to maintain a very very unique tag and use it to keep tabs on your work to ensure they are continuing to show up.
In the meantime, I will do my best to keep a list here of links verified to work, and ones verified to not work. Please feel free to comment on the post or reblog if you have your own experiences!

Also there has been confirmation that this change affects posts regardless of posting date. So it’ll hide posts made before the update went into affect; expected but good to confirm!

Edit (6/1/2017): working with someone to try to determine why an image is being hidden from the tag regardless of if it has text or a link or anything. The image in question should have worked, we tried reposting, we tried changing the file name, it still didn’t show up. Finally we changed it from a .png to a .jpg and it worked! So we thought we stumbled on something but, i posted one of my images in a test tag, as a jpg, as a png and as a transparent png and all showed up. So sometimes posts arent showing up for other reasons that have yet to be discovered (just because tumblr is shit it would seem)

Edit (6/23/2017):  So it looks like certain links might only show up in certain searches.

in this case the etsy link only showed up in recent, not in popular and not in text posts. 

Also if you wanted to try to include a non linked post in the description such as a url with the dots obfuscated by parenthesis then you have to do both the www(.) and the (.)com, one or the other will still find your post blocked.

in short using any links whatsoever COULD be problematic, using no links at all could be, but will probably increase the chances of your post being seen.

In general Tumblr’s search is absolutely degenerating, seemingly with each passing day.

WHAT TO DO?

It shuts down posts with external links, so at first i assumed internal links would be fine. and they are. if you make a page on your tumblr blog called like /links or something you can certainly link to that. But in that way you run into an issue, tumblr mobile is a piece of shit and cant load tumblr pages, and itll just take you back to the mainblog any time you try.

The best solution ive found so far is put all your relevent links in your blog description like so:

and then in every content post, call tumblr out for being a piece of shit and direct them to the links in your blog description.

Edit: In the top right hand side of photo posts you can click on it and include a single link as “source” that should work if you have one link neccessary. though if you need more you are still SOL. Find it like so:

It will appear in dash format at the bottom left of the post:

in desktop them view where it can be found, or if it can be found, varies by theme.

CONTENT CREATOR SUPPORTERS

It is important now more than ever on this hellsite that you try to support your artist and content creators, reblog as much as possible, look to find them on websites off this piece of shit, and generally do your best to spread the word and support them, since tumblr itself is trying to silence them! 

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BNHA Light Novel No.2 Trans

Chapter 4, AB Union: A Girls Only Gathering Part 2

[Part 1

t/n this has to be my favourite part of the chap, everyone talking about the boys and their boyfriend potentialness lol ahhh <3 p.s sorry if this a little short of a part!

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Why Should I Care For the Oceans?

We’ve all heard it:

“Why does it matter if we overfish tuna? It tastes so good!”

“If the oceans dried up tomorrow, why would I care? I live 500miles away from any body of water!”

The thing is, without the oceans, we would all be dead. Our planet would probably look like Mars. There would be no freshwater, no food for us to eat, no suitable climate for us to survive.

(Photo: Getty Images/iStockphoto)

Whether you live by the coast, or only see the ocean once a year on holiday, the ocean has an impact on your life. Every breath you take, every food or drinks you have… is thanks to our oceans. Every single individual and living being on this planet is deeply connected, and extremely dependent upon our seas.

The oceans regulates climate, weather, and temperature. They act as carbon dioxide ‘sinks’ from the atmosphere. They hold 97% of the Earth’s water. They govern our Earth’s chemistry; all the microbes and microscopic organisms at the very bottom of the food chain support our own existence. The oceans are also crucial for our economies, health and security.

(Photo credit: Brian Skerry)

The past generations have been raised with the idea that the ocean is huge (and it is) and resilient, and that we could basically take from or put into the oceans as much as we wanted. Now, we found out that we cant go on this way. This mentality is part of our problem and it needs to change.

While we have made tremendous discoveries about the oceans over the last few decades, we have also caused more destruction to the sea than ever before. Many fisheries stocks are overfished, catastrophic fishing techniques are destroying the habitats and depleting populations, many marine species are on the verge of extinction, coral reefs are dying, pollution run-offs from agricultural farms are creating dead-zones where nothing can grow or live, millions of gallons of oil have devastated the Gulf of Mexico, bigger and faster container ships create noise pollution for marine mammals and endangers them…The list goes on, and on. We have had so much impact that we have actually changed the pH of the oceans! 

Pretty overwhelming, uh? 

So yes, you should care, because if the oceans crash, we as a species are crashing with them. The entire planet Earth will be gone. And if that’s not enough of a wake-up call for you, I don’t know what else could be!

While all the current marine conservation issues appear huge and insurmountable, there is still hope. Each individual can make a difference now. YOU can make better choices about which fish to consume (or not at all!) and ask about the way they were caught or raised, YOU can encourage sustainable fishing practices, YOU can decide not to use fertilizer or pesticides in your backyard, YOU can bring your own reusable bag to the grocery store and stop using plastics, YOU can stop using products with microbeads, YOU can participate in beach clean-ups, YOU can start your own research and discover even more awesome things about the oceans… YOU can spread the word to your skeptic friends! Have people follow in your footsteps; inspire your friends and family. Be the change :) !

(Photo source: Flickr)

“If you want to have an impact on history and help secure a better future for all that you care about, be alive now” - Sylvia Earle

anonymous asked:

Why do people like Bakugou? I've not finished the series yet, but does he get a redemption arc or mellow out or something later on? Idk I'd like to know why the guy who told Deku to kill himself and bullied him and others has so much love.

y’know, the mangaka himself, horikoshi, once said in an interview he’s actually surprised at how much people ended up loving bakugou, because he was written to be such a horrible, unlikable person. and well, i mean, he is!! but imo, unlikable people can make for some of the most interesting characters in fiction.

first things first, bakugou is a very problematic individual, there’s simply no denying that. he’s loud, obnoxious, aggressive, extremely rude, and yes, he once even told deku to kill himself, which is a truly despicable thing to do. but something that’s very important to understand about all this is that he’s actually very rarely, if ever, praised or rewarded for this disgusting behaviour. his rude outbursts are, more often than not, played for laughs at his expense, his callous actions have cost him on numerous occasions (and it’s happening more as the story progresses), and almost nobody in the class likes him as a person. everybody thinks he’s horrible and unpleasant to be around, and his old friends from middle-school are even shown calling him out shortly after telling deku to kill himself, saying that he went overboard. (as well as deku remarking to himself that it was a very stupid and awful thing to say).

but in spite of all his terrible, negative traits, this boy is also really strong, and smart as hell. he’s got the 3rd highest grades in the whole class, meaning he’s serious about his school work, and he’s unshakably committed to his goal of becoming the strongest hero, and he’s got the strength, fighting skill, and drive to back it all up. he’s constantly trying his absolute best, and while his UA classmates all think he’s a complete asshole, they DO respect his strength, his keen intellect, his skill for tactics and battle, his passion for victory, and it actually inspires them to get them fired up, wanting to do the best that they can do as well, whether they like him as a person or not.

in answer to your question, i think one of the biggest factors playing into the fans love of his character is his backstory. he doesn’t have your typical tragic backstory that an angry, aggressive character of his archetype usually has. there’s no dark, traumatic past. no villains killed his family or anything like that. 

basically, bakugou is mentally ill.

katsuki bakugou was a gifted child who was told constantly from a young age that his quirk was amazing, that he was amazing, and he grew up believing it, believing he was better than others, and it warped him. he grew into a self obsessed, cruel, obnoxious child with a superiority complex, believing himself to be the best and that everyone else around him was just trash. his ego, so twistedly convinced of his own ability and superiority, he detested the idea of ever needing help from anybody, which fed strongly into his hatred and, yes, fear of deku, the only person in his life who ever treated him differently.

“you looked like you were asking for help”

and then he eventually enrolled at UA, and the little world he’d been living in finally came crashing down around him as he was sucker punched with the reality that this whole time he was really just a big fish in a small pond, and his superiority complex began to violently twist into an extreme inferiority complex. the rug had been pulled out from his feet and he was now surrounded by people who were just as capable as him, if not more so, and who, rather than worshipping him as the coolest kid with the coolest quirk, actually thought he was a kind of a douche.

not to mention deku, who he believed to be quirkless and the one person he hated the most, suddenly had a powerful quirk as well, and was now able to compete with and even surpass him in ways he never imagined. had deku been playing him for a fool this whole time??

all this clashed very harshly with everything he had come to believe in so strongly, and, understandably, caused him a lot of extreme confusion, anxiety, resentment, and most notably… Anger. his whole life has turned upside down and he has no idea how to handle it. so, being the person he is, the person his life up until this point had nurtured him into becoming, his natural instinct is now to blindly act out very… (excuse the pun)… Explosively.

he figuratively (and sometimes literally) blasts away anything and everything that doesnt agree with his perceived image of how things should be. he’s spent his whole life believing he was the best so FUCK IT, now he’s GOING TO BE THE GOD DAMN BEST!! his classmates dont like him/make fun of him/think he’s a dickhead?? WHATEVER, SHUT UP YOU DAMN NERDS!! I DONT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU ANYWAY!! deku, the useless, annoying kid from his childhood is now standing in the way of his goal of being number one?? DEKU YOU DAMN NERD, I WILL DESTROY YOU!!

but… what has this aggressive and anti-social attitude actually achieved for him so far?? honestly, very little… in fact, this behaviour has been doing him a lot more harm than good in the long run, not just professionally, but for his own safety, and his mental health too. (i’d absolutely go into a lot more detail here but you mentioned you’re not up to date so i don’t want to spoil too much)

some people might say this all just sounds like an spoiled brat throwing a temper tantrum, and i guess on some level, that’s probably true. but in my opinion, the bottom line is it’s not his fault. taking something all might says about him in chapter 121 and expanding on it slightly, i believe bakugou ultimately ended up the way he did through the failure of his upbringing. the failure of the adults in his life. if he hadnt been told so continuously from a young age that he was amazing, and then left unchecked for so long, if maybe people were more firm with him about his behaviour from a young age, perhaps he may not have grown into such an angry, messed up person.

but in spite of all of this, as i mentioned earlier, this boy ain’t dumb. he’s smart as hell. it’s taking him a long time to realise it, blinded as he is by all his confusing emotions, and it’s taking him a long time to work through his issues and do anything about it, but he is changing. slowly. slowly, but believably.

bakugou, in my personal opinion, is one of the most interestingly written characters in the series, and it’s been very fascinating and rewarding to watch his gradual development over the course of the story so far. he certainly hasnt done a 180 or anything, he’s still a very loud and very angry boy, but he’s slowly beginning to change in a number of subtle, nuanced ways. bakugou now is remarkably different than bakugou as you see him in chapter 1.

one last thing to consider, is how relatively early we are in the story compared to the grand scheme of things. i believe i heard somewhere that horikoshi once said a while back that the story was roughly 20% done, which lead people to project the manga would run for approximately 500+ chapters, at least, and we’re only at 146 now at the time of this writing. 

bakugou is the 2nd most important character in the story after deku, the protagonist. so much of their development is built around each other, and it wouldnt make sense, narratively or realistically, for a character like bakugou, the way he is and his overall importance to both the story and dekus own development, to change too much in too short amount of time. a character arc like bakugou’s is one that will be played out slowly, but surely, and most importantly, satisfyingly. he will change. little by little. he is changing. he has changed already, and he will continue to change.

sorry this got really long, i just really like bakugou. i understand where some people are coming from when they say they don’t like him. that’s completely fair, liking a character is completely subjective, especially a character as prickly as bakugou is. but i just hope those people know he’s more than what he seems.

I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.


Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.


When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛

Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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Comfort Inn Ending | 4

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, smut
wordcount: 8.3k
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Two Months

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Summary: Ever since Derek entered the lives of Stiles, Scott and (Y/N), (Y/N) always had a fascination with him. Tall, dark and handsome; what more could she ask for? She could ask for there to be two-way feelings; Derek is older than (Y/N) by nearly eight years, and that thought keeps playing on the back of his mind. Can (Y/N) change his mind?

Word Count: 1,084

Prompt: -

A/N: I just wanted to have a little fun with this imagine; I write so much fluffy imagines that I wanted to dabble in something else. There is SMUT **That is your warning**

Originally posted by monstrousmess

“(Y/N), you take Derek to the loft; I’ll go to the Sheriff’s station!” Stiles exclaimed, shoving a weak and exhausted looking Derek to you. You barely managed to stabilize yourself and Derek’s heavy figure. You nodded, and walked him to your truck, opening the passenger’s door and allowing him to heave himself into the vehicle. “Don’t get any ideas,” He moaned, holding his hand over a bloody wound.

With a smirk on your face, you walked over to your side and started the truck, driving in the direction of Derek’s home. “I don’t understand why you won’t just give into me.” You teased, when you heard him moan; even though it wasn’t a moan of pleasure, it still created a wave of heat between your legs. “You’re seventeen years old.” He snarled, smelling the arousal that he created.

“Eighteen in two months.” You corrected, a confident smile on your face. You pulled up to his loft, “Why isn’t it healing?”

“It is, it’s just taking its own sweet time.” He snarled, carrying himself up the stairs and into the loft where he crashed onto the couch. “You might be more comfortable with your shirt off.” You mentioned, secretly hoping that he’d tear it off him; but your dream was crushed when he sent you a glare that could kill. You raised your hands in defense and took a seat on the chair next to the sofa. “You can go now.” He hissed in pain.

You shook your head, “Stiles told me to wait until it healed.” You took out your phone and started playing a random game until the light from outside started to dim. Sneaking a glance at Derek, you noticed that his eyes were shut and light snores could be heard up close. You smiled at his peaceful figure; realising you liked him a lot better when he was asleep – he was quiet and this way you could appreciate his beauty.

“(Y/N),” You felt a nudge on your shoulder, jumping from the soothing snooze that you were having. “It’s healed, let yourself out.” You stretched and watched Derek walk into his bedroom. You groaned, standing up and started to gather your possessions in your arm until your eyes caught sight of a handsome figure.

It was Derek, you could see his reflection from the mirror. He tore his bloody shirt off, revealing a toned, tanned body. You leaned up against the sofa, imaging how his arms would feel wrapping themselves around you; his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer and his lips trailing their way down your neck until they reach your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you stormed into his room; Derek jumping from the sound of the door hitting the wall. “(Y/N), what…” He was taken back when you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and his around your arse so you didn’t fall. You crashed your lips to his, your hands combing through his shaggy hair. You felt his beard brush against your chin when he kissed you back; the kiss was desperate, both of you were hungry for more. One more afraid to admit it.

Derek dropped you on his bed, but didn’t follow. You leaned back on your palms looking up at him, he avoided your eyes. “Derek, I don’t care that you’re older.” He walked away and you stopped up, “Stop,” He looked back at you, nervously you reached for the bottom of your shirt; pulling it over your head. His eyes went from your lips to your breasts, he licked his lips hungrily but didn’t make any move. You started to unbutton your shorts, pushing them down and kicking them away with your foot; leaving you in your white lingerie. Take god they’re matching today.

Derek looked you up and down – once, twice, and again before he slammed the bedroom door shut. “Fuck it,” He muttered under his breath before rushing to you, the palms of his hands grabbing your face to kiss your lips. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you to his naked chest. He pushed his tongue through your lips and deepened the kiss. You let out a moan whilst his tongue explored your mouth. “Fuck, Derek.” He lowered you down onto his bed, supporting his weight with his elbow.

He kissed down your neck; it was everything you imagined, the sensation staying there even when he moved down passed your belly button. You jumped slightly when you felt his hands slip past your panties and rub you slightly. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so wet.” He mumbled, licking down your body again. He looked up at you through his thick eyelashes; his eyes darkened with lust. You arched your body slightly so it was easier for him to remove the panties… with his teeth. Oh lord.

You relaxed back down, and grasped the blanket with your fist as you felt his tongue rub up and down your core. A whimper left your mouth when he started moving the tip of his tongue faster, “Fuck me,” You begged, feeling the sweat and arousal soak off you. “Please,” You begged, which he proved to love.

Derek quickly shed off his jeans, covering himself but he lined himself to your wet area. He leaned down and kissed your lips, “Are you sure?” He whispered, but you didn’t have a chance to answer when he shoved himself into you. “Oh, (Y/N), you’re so tight.” He moaned into your ear, pushing himself in more. The pain was something you never experienced before, he started to get faster, his hands grabbing your waist as he got deeper and deeper.

Your body began to shake when you felt him hit the spot, “Derek!” You screamed out in pleasure, his eyes glazed over now as he kept pounding into that one spot. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it gently at first; just feeling a slight sensation on it but he got harder the more you moaned and whimpered. “Derek, I’m going to…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, you let out a scream as you felt your whole body give into him in that moment.

His body went limp against yours as he pounded once, twice before he let out a moan and relieved himself. He kissed your neck once more before pulling out and discarding of the evidence. He collapsed next to you, his arm draping around your naked body.

“Let’s do that again sometime.”

“In two months.”

queen-padme  asked:

Hi! I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you've ever done an icon tutorial? Your icons are really the most beautiful I've seen, and I'd love to know your secrets 😊. But if you aren't interested in posting them I totally understand. I hope you're having a great day!!

EXTENDED ICON TUTORIAL

Hey sorry this took so long to get around to but I finally felt inspired to make this. A couple things first. I want to give a special shout out to argetnallison cuz I learned how to make icons from her tutorials here. I picked up a few tips and tricks that aren’t included in other tutorials so we’re gonna call this an extended icon tutorial. I’ve also been told I explain things well but if there’s anything from this that needs clearing up later just send me a message and i will be happy to help guide you through it. This Is my first time making a tutorial so bare with me if I ramble. 

we will be going from this:

to this

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here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of june. I recommend that you read these great fics in july, if you haven’t already!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Your Mess Is Mine (176k)**

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

2. If I Had Three Wishes (They’d All Be For You) (66k)*

When Harry Styles sets off for Provincetown, MA from his tiny hometown of Kerkhoven, MN, he’s facing an uncertain future. He’s always planned to leave, just…not like this. When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn. When they become more than just friends, Louis makes it clear he’s not looking for anything serious, but at least, Harry consoles himself, they’ll always be friends. Over one extraordinary summer, Harry learns to navigate life on his own through a journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening. But when Harry’s past tragically reappears in his life, will his friendship with Louis be able to hold on?

3. Do Not Go Gentle (70k)*

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn’t expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

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Sleeping Better - Jughead Jones

AHH okay could you do an imagine where the reader hasn’t been getting much sleep recently due to nightmares about the whole jason blossom situation and one day she calls her best friend jughead over to study with her but later falls asleep on him only to wake up hours later and find him asleep cuddled up against her and just AGGGh fluff

Originally posted by juptern

(I changed it a bit….I hope you don’t mind…sorry that it’s so short, but I made it as fluffy)

You woke with a jolt, sitting straight up in bed. You felt your heart beating fast in your chest and you looked around your room, struggling to calm down. You turned and saw the clock on your nightstand read 3am. You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose to relieve the pressure. Ever since the summer, sleep didn’t come easy to you. When you were lucky enough to fall asleep at a reasonable hour, your dreams tormented you with images of a murder. A faceless and deadly, the murder would chase you around your childhood home of Riverdale. Most of the time, you were spared from your nightmares because sleep would evade you.

Tonight was no different; you were brutally awoken due to a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep. You reached for your phone on your nightstand, turning it on and squinting at the brightness. You opened your messages and texted the only person you trusted.

You : Jughead? Are you awake?
Jughead : Always, what’s up?
You : Can you come over, please?
Jughead : Be there in ten.

You smiled at your phone screen. Jughead had been your rock for the past few years. Especially now with the the Jason Blossom case up in the air. You helped him out with his novel a lot, which could be attributing to your lack of sleep; but that didn’t matter, because you just wanted to spend time with him. Time spent with Jughead Jones made the world seem a little less crazy.

You crept down stairs to wait for Jughead to arrive and found yourself seated on the couch under a cozy blanket. You didn’t dare turn on any electronics in the fear of waking your family members up, so you sat quietly until you heard a series of three knocks on the door. You carefully unlatched the door and opened it, revealing a very tired looking Jughead. He walked inside, sliding off his shoes as you closed the door. You turned and suppressed a laugh at the sight; Jughead was wearing a grossly oversized sweater and fleece pajama bottoms, complete with brightly striped socks. “I could just leave,” he whispered but your shook your head fiercely. “I can’t sleep, I had another nightmare.” Jughead’s face fell at your words and so did yours. You told him about your nightmares during the first week of school. He offered to stop talking about the murder with you, but you weren’t going to let your fears get in the way of helping him with his novel. One night, while you were studying for a big test, your sleep-deprived self fell asleep leaning against Jughead. Instead of leaving, he stayed with you as you slept, hoping that his presence would keep the nightmares at bay; and it worked. Since then, Jughead offered to come over whenever you couldn’t sleep, but you being you, you never took him up on his offer. Until now of course.

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In which I headcanon that “bracing shower” is a euphemism for touching yourself.  Rated E.  Spoilers for 6x18.


Killian stomped up the stairs, a pleasant tingle in his fingers and toes that made him feel heavy and tingly.

“Tingly,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head, and his hand for good measure.  He grabbed a hold of the railing when he nearly slipped on the landing, socks sliding on the slick wooden floors.

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anonymous asked:

hey! i think ur art is p cool c: any tips for using ps?

thank you! here are some super quick things people may not know going in:

  • smart objects
  • masks
    • clipping masks
    • layer masks
  • adjustment layers
  • liquify, general fliters
  • blending effects
    • for layers
    • for brushes
  • grids, guides
  • history/save states/snapshots
  • importing brushes
  • workspaces
  • dark magic
    • quick exporting
    • what a contact sheet is
    • batching, scripts.

this will all be in PhotoshopCC. This is the more technical side of Photoshop instead of the fun drawing side, because let’s face it you’ll already learn that in time. This is stuff to make drawing digitally or editing or whatever easier, faster, and less trouble. These are shortcuts and smart things basically.


smart objects!

touching up? use smart objects!! please!! When you size them down they still maintain the data of the original, so you can scale and re-arrange without data lost (you can’t draw on this layer as a smart object though!). do this please. to undo this look for “rasterize layer”

this also means filters are clipped onto the layer but aren’t actually changing the layer. You can then turn them off, delete them, ect. without any repercussions. Smart objects will be more data but they are safe bets.

you won’t see this for drawing and painting but when you’re editing your drawings for maybe a poster or compiling them this is super useful! 

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sketchywhz101  asked:

Hey roshheruu when blending what are some tips I can give me

sup, ya i can try, its going under a read more tho!

1. don’t over use the water colour tool / blur tool to blend things or try and not use it, at all? try and find other brushes, usually with low opacity and high blending and textures that you can use to blend your colours. I use my acrylic brush for this, as seen and better explained here. It gives the image texture.

You see here when I drew satya: 

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Do You Know Me?

Oh man. I’m hooked (HAHAHA…sorry). I wrote some Sidon x Link. Because I am weak for that stupid sweet sharkboy. This one is for @cinensis, who is aboard this ship with me and as thanks for his awesome support. ENJOY.

All fluff - cut for length, not for content.

Originally posted by potionxshop

Link wakes up sweating and panting, the silken seaplant sheets a tangle around him. It’s hard to tell if he has made any sort of noise in his sleep, but his throat feels rough, like he’s been inhaling small pieces of rock. The private bedchamber Prince Sidon gave him is in one of the towers overlooking the square below, where he can see the profile of Mipha’s statue from the balcony, past the gossamer curtains.

“Once this whole thing is over maybe things can go back to how they used to be when we were young.”

That’s what she had said, in the memory he had had, and perhaps that should have given him some comfort, but…he had seen her again in his dream, and her image shattered into a thousand fragments. There was chaos and screaming, pain and darkness, and then…he had awoken before there was anything more.

Sleep is the worst time for Link. Sleep, when he can’t tell where pieces of memories end and the tricks of a broken mind take over.

Link rises and puts on his simple tunic - leaving the Zora Armor neatly on the chest where he had placed it after trying it on (even the perfect fit had frustrated him, though he did not show it) - and wanders out, down the stairs to the Domain sprawling below. He knows that on the morrow, he will be called to fight the monster plaguing them, once again take on the mantle of the Champion of Hyrule, and…

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fuckboy!jungkook + roommates  M

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You walked into Jungkook’s room with caution because he was always cranky in the morning and you didn’t want to deal with another one of his stupid rants about how abominable it was to wake anyone up before 12pm. You were in his room because it was Sunday, the day you took time out to do the laundry because if you didn’t do it, it would never be done. You were almost certain that he had some shirts that you let him borrow on a few occasions but never got back, so you tip-toed your way towards his closet, because you knew that’s where he kept all of his shirts.

You didn’t even get halfway there before you heard him rustle in his bed, turning stiffly to meet the vexed expression on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m looking for all the shirts I let you borrow. I’m doing laundry,” you pointed out to the hallway as you explained. You looked over at his bedside table to read the green numbers on his alarm clock. “You do know what time it is, right? Why are you up so early?”

Jungkook shifted under his covers to face you more comfortably, “Of course I know what time it is.”

“So… is there a special occasion or something? Because you are never, ever up this early. There has to be a special occasion because this – this is bigger than like, watching Jesus walk on water in person,” you said, shaking your head.

“Shut up,” Jungkook groaned, “there’s no special occasion. I just thought it’d be fun to watch you walk around the house half naked.” You narrowed your eyes at the way his voice got low and how he licked his lips as if he were about to devour you.

“You’re a fucking pervert.”

“What do you expect when you walk around with just a shirt and panties on?”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t know you’d be awake right now because you’re usually knocked out with drool hanging out of your mouth.” You walked the rest of the way to his closet to begin searching for your shirts. “Excuse me for wanting to be comfortable while I do your dirty ass laundry.” You had no doubt that Jungkook was looking at your ass as you sifted through the shirts he had hung up in his closet. Things like that were typical while you lived with him; you just learned to ignore it. You had to admit that sometimes, it made you feel a bit better about your body, not that you really needed any validation from a man like him. Still, you couldn’t hold back the smirk on your face when Jungkook swore he couldn’t hold himself back from touching you or watching you do things around the house in whatever you wanted to wear, which was often barely anything. This time, however, you really did think he was still asleep. The only thing that was on your mind was getting all of your laundry done long before the day was over.

“Comfortable? You’re teasing me,” Jungkook whined. “And now I have a boner.”

“Not my problem,” you called out, still searching through his closet because you were unsuccessful so far.

“What if I make it your problem?”

“Seriously,” you halted your movements to look back at Jungkook, “I’m not like the girls you fuck with, and I’m not doing anything with you.”

Jungkook glared at you with an annoyed expression on his face. “I’m not like that anymore, Y/N. I’m a changed man.”

“Pft! Yeah, right. That was a good one,” you joked, focusing your attention back on his closet.

“Tell me, when was the last time you heard me bring someone home?”

You sighed in exasperation because the only reason you came into his room was because you needed to find the shirts you let him borrow, not to talk about his sex life. “I don’t know, I don’t keep up with your one night stands,” you replied.

Jungkook tsked, “I haven’t brought anyone home in like, three weeks. That’s a long ass time, and I’m so horny,” Jungkook groaned.

You felt your walls suddenly clench at the way his words left his mouth so sultrily, making you freeze in shock because, what the hell?

“You’re not making this situation any better, Y/N,” Jungkook moaned. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat before turning to face your roommate still in bed. Except now, the covers were off his body, giving you a full view of him palming himself over his sweatpants.

“Uh, I- I think I’ll just come back to find my shirts another time,” you uttered, making your way out of his closet.

“C’mon, just do me a favor, please? As a roommate.”

“I don’t – I don’t know what you mean,” you said, shaking your head, even though you knew exactly what he was implying. All of this was too much and so sudden; you still couldn’t understand how and why you were becoming so aroused when you swore you had no attraction to Jungkook, your roommate, and the most infamous fuckboy you knew.

“I promise I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. I just want you to sit on it.” Jungkook took his bottom lip in between his teeth while he waited on you to respond. Your body was frozen in place between his closet and his bed. Your feet refused to move and your body screamed out to him, yes, absolutely yes I will sit on it, but your mind was telling you not to cave in. He was, by everyone’s definition, a fuckboy, and you didn’t want to start anything you couldn’t finish. However, the arousal in between your legs had progressed from a small nuisance to an overwhelming ache you just had to do something about.

“Do the dishes for a week – No – two weeks,” you bargained, hoping you weren’t out of your mind just yet.

“Deal.”

“And you have to do your own laundry from now on,” you added.

“Just come sit on my dick,” Jungkook urged with frustration. You walked slowly over to Jungkook, waiting for the angel on your shoulder to knock some sense into your head, but it never did show. You knew what you were doing, you knew what you were getting yourself into, but the way your body screamed for attention had overpowered your will to think straight, and before you could turn around to go back to the loads of laundry that you needed to do, you were straddling your asshole of a roommate.

“Can you feel that?” he muttered, trailing his hands up your thighs, “this is all your fault.” You were unable to say anything. You could feel him pressed against his sweatpants, the feeling bringing back images of when he would walk around the apartment with a hard on that you forced yourself to ignore, but couldn’t help it when you snuck a little peak.

“A – Are those my panties?” You queried when your eyes darted over to his bedside table. You did a double take to get a good look at the purple lace that hung over the top drawer. “Those are my panties! Why do you have my panties?” you exclaimed.

Jungkook looked up at you with his lip in between his teeth as his hands hiked up your shirt and found purchase on your hips. “I needed them,” he muttered lazily, admiring the way you looked on top of him.

“What do you mean? Like, you – you wear them?” The words came out of your mouth before you could think about what you were saying. Embarrassment flooded you all at once when you realize what you had just asked.

“No,” Jungkook glared at you with furrowed brows before looking back down at the point of contact between you two. He slowly guided your hips to move on top of him, and you got the hint. With his hands still on your hips, you moved on your own accord for more friction. “I used them to get off.”

You opened your mouth in surprise at your roommate’s confession, but you thought it was hot. You had never met a guy who was into that, but the thought of Jungkook using your panties to cum was arousing.

“You like that?” he asked with a smirk on his face. He must have noticed how much it turned you on. You nodded. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Keep talking,” you moved your hips faster, “this feels so good.”

Jungkook chuckled and moved his hands to grab your ass. “Look at you,” he teased with an amused look on his face, “such a dirty girl. You gonna make me cum in my pants?”

He was enjoying this too much, you thought. The playful tone in his voice and the devious look that still sat on his face gave you more than enough evidence to know that. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. “Yeah, I – I want you to cum.”

Jungkook’s hand found purchase on your hips again, moving you faster against him. “You’re nasty, rubbing your pussy on my cock.” He sucked in a sharp breath and you could feel him twitch against your clothed slit, “I’m about to cum so fucking hard.” Jungkook writhed under you as his fingers made tiny crescents on your skin. His hips came up to fuck against you once he reached his high, growling out your name as he came. You rutted against him to help ride out his orgasm, your walls clenching at the sight of him losing himself right underneath you. You pouted when he was done because now you were unbearably horny and you hadn’t even orgasmed yourself.

“Get on your back,” Jungkook said, looking up at the stupid pout on your face with a smirk. “I want you to cum too.”

anonymous asked:

can i get some prince adam angst

Originally posted by fyeahmovies

Title: Cliché.
Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader.
Words: 1,672.
Rating: T (Blood, gore, guns, death).
Summary: What if you took the bullet from Gaston that was meant to kill a ‘Beast’?


There were a few things that you were aware of in the moment that you found yourself in.

Firstly, Prince Adam was not a Beast, and even after years of being seen as one by himself and by those around him, he had finally realized that the only Beast was the one he was convinced he was. He was twisted into one and manipulated into that life because his father was determined to raise him without a drop of love in his heart after his mother died. You had changed that. You radiated pureness in the form that made Prince Adam stop in his tracks in wonderment. Have you really taught him that he wasn’t what he was cursed with? Have you truly taught him that there were slivers of love and adoration, those left deep inside after his mother passed? The inventible answer seemed to be an alarming yes.

He made his feelings clearly known as Adam snarled at Gaston a few moments prior to now, “I am not a Beast.” The sentence ended with Adam looking at you, as if reassuring that he wasn’t and that he wasn’t going to let himself fall back into the abyss.

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Touken Fluff

Summary: just a short fic with a prompt generously given by @captainhunterman about an insecure pregnant Touka with Ken reassuring her. Nothing really exciting or great, but I’ve got nothing else haha. Hope you enjoy anyway…


Touka’s face scrunched up, her frown deepening as she turned her swelled body in front of the mirror in front of her. She wore only her pajama bottoms and her maternity bra, her hand softly stroking the curve of her now large stomach, feeling the long lines of stretch marks underneath her light touch. With an agitated snarl, she plopped down onto her bed and grabbed kaneki’s shirt from the floor, pulling it on with an angry tug.

Harsh insults swirled in her tired mind, insults she’d usually direct towards others now jabbing at her constantly about her new heavily pregnant look. Payback is a bitch, as nishiki might say. It got to the point where she’d even avoid kaneki at times until she changed into a more baggy shirt to try to hide her now unattractive figure. She knew already that he would never call her such a thing like ‘unattractive,’ but she couldn’t help but feel repulsed at her own image whenever she passed her own reflection.

In a way, she wanted to show off her pregnant stomach, to let everyone know that inside was her and kaneki’s baby that would soon be born into this world. She wanted nothing more than to look down to the chubby face of their child they already loved so much, to shower it with endless affection and joy as they both raised their child side by side. Even so, she didn’t expect that she’d get so fat.

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Better This Way (Chapter Three)

Long Update- almost 3000 words! Honestly you guys, if you don’t absolutely love Wade by the end of this chapter, then– you know what? No, you will all love him by the end of this chapter lol

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Wade would never know how he made it back to his apartment with an armful of writhing, moaning Omega clinging to his neck, but somehow he did, and as soon as he kicked the door to his place shut again, he was making a beeline for his bedroom, carefully laying his friend out on his bed.

Alpha.” That long, lean body was moving helplessly, fingers digging into the covers, chest heaving with each breath. “Please help me. I need you.”

Wade closed his eyes and counted to ten before shaking his head. “You don’t need me, baby boy. Just need to get through this. How long is each heat wave? When will you get a break?”

“Twenty four hours.” Spidey was ripping at his gloves, trying to get undressed. “Twenty four hours then I’ll be done.”

“Alright, honey, now look.” Wade kept his voice soft, despite wanting to just growl and rip every shred of clothing off this desperate, needy omega. “I’m going to–fuck– okay I’m going to help you out of your clothes, but we need to leave your mask on alright? Clothes off, mask on, need you to tell me yes before I touch you, yeah?”

“Touch me.” The omega was pleading. “Oh fuck yes touch me please. Help me.”

God dammit. “Okay, you’re too far gone to make any decisions.” Wade yanked open his bedside drawer and pulled out lube and one of the toys he kept for when he was feeling extra amped up and didn’t have anyone to take the edge off. “So here. This will help. You’re gonna be fine.”

Wade changed his mind about helping the omega undress. That was too– the omega was too— damn he didn’t trust himself nearly that much so he turned and basically ran from the room, clicking the lock on the inside of the door before he shut it.

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