the beginning of relationships are hot

I never liked sleeping with other people. I would get too hot or my arm would go numb and I would inevitably pry myself away and retreat to my own side of the bed. I never liked sleeping with other people until you fell asleep holding me as if I was a priceless treasure that someone might try to steal from you in the middle of the night. I still wake up periodically throughout the night but now I wake up to your kisses on my shoulder and I briefly realize how happy I am before drifting back to sleep. No, I never liked sleeping with other people but then again, I’ve never liked any of those people as much as I like you.
—  Letters to you (7-21-2015)
Holiday OTP
  • Person A getting matching sweaters for them and Person B
  • Person B getting grumpy because the sweater isn’t in “their colour”
  • Person A trying to get Person B to kiss them by setting up mistletoe wherever they can
  • Person B thoughtfully avoiding each and every mistletoe just to piss Person A off
  • Person A shaking Person B awake at 3:00am to tell them that it’s snowing
  • Person B being the first to throw a snowball
  • Snowball Fights
  • “I won!” “Like hell you did”
  • Person A dancing outside in the snow without shoes while Person B grumbles about it being too cold next to the fire
  • Person A getting a cold because they spent all day in the snow
  • Person B scrambling to make Person A feel better
  • Both A and B agreeing on “no presents this year” but both breaking the rule and surprising each other Christmas day
  • Both A and B taking turns lighting the Menorah
  • Butterfly kisses in the snow
  • Cuddling by the fire sipping hot chocolate
  • Person B reading to Person A until they fall asleep
  • Matching Onesies
  • Kissing when the clock strikes midnight, beginning their relationship in the new year

- “You look so hot in that babe.” Nursey commented, taking in Dex’s outfit. Admittedly, he always found Dex hot, but Dex in his jumper was definitely the hottest thing ever.

- Especially blushing Dex in Nursey’s jumper.

- “You’re just saying that cos I’m wearing your clothes.” Dex says, trying to change the subject from himself. “Its the jumper. Its, like, absorbed your hotness, and now it makes you think I’m hot wearing it”

- “Please, you’re way hotter than me in that jumper babe” Nursey argues, sitting up in the bed.

- “Nah, you’re way hotter than me.” Dex argues, rolling his eyes. He begins to get ready for bed as they talk.

- "No way Dex. You’re the hot one in this relationship. Anyone can see that.” Nursey says, pulling back the blankets for Dex to get into bed.

- “Seriously? Ask anyone Derek, they’d agree you’re hotter” Dex said, as he cuddled up to Nursey.

- “They wouldn’t. And you’ll see that tomorrow when we ask people” Nursey said, wrapping an arm around Dex as he spoke.

- Dex didn’t reply, just huffed a laugh, before falling asleep.

- Nursey quickly grabs his phone, and texts the guys individually: "Gonna ask the team a question tomorrow. The answer is Dex. I’ll owe you big time. Don’t tell him I asked you”.

- He falls asleep after sending it.

- Next morning, Dex waked up before Nursey. He texts each of his teammates individually: “Need you to answer Nursey when he and I ask something later. I’ll owe you so much. Don’t tell him I asked you.”

- After sending it, he wakes Nursey, and they get ready for team breakfast.

- At breakfast the team is speculating what the messages are about. That quickly shut up when Dex and Nursey show up.

- 10 minutes into breakfast, Nursey asks The Question.

“So,” he starts, “who do you guys think is hotter? Me or Dex?”

- Nursey sits back, confident the team will answer Dex.

- Dex sips his coffee, confident they’ll answer Nursey.

- “Um..” Tango starts, breaking the silence “Dex is.”

- Dex nearly chokes on his coffee.

- “Definitely Dex.” Whiskey agrees with a nod, before turning his attention back to his pancakes.

- “No way bros.” Ransom argues. “Nursey is clearly hotter.”

- “No offense Dex, but Nursey is 100% hotter.” Holster agrees, smiling at Nursey innocently.

- Nursey is giving him a death glare for betraying him like this.

- “Um, are y'all serious?” Bitty asks from his end of the table. “Look at those freckles! That hair! Those eyes! Dex is hotter than Nursey”

- “Bitty. Bits. Are we seeing the same people? Nursey is way hotter” Lardo’s argues, stifling a laugh.

- “Hang on, that’s me, Rans, ‘n’ Lardo for Nursey. And Bitty, Tango, and Whiskey for Dex. So, its a tie?” Holster says.

- “Chowder hasn’t voted yet” Tango points out, and the team turn to Chowder.

- “Chowder. The tie breaker. Who is hotter?” Ransom asks.

- “Uhh….”

- Okay these are his two best friends, and he’d be lying if he never thought “oh Nursey looks good” or “Dex is good looking” but choosing might offend one of them. Plus, voting one over the other means he’s not doing the favour the other asked him for and that’s so mean!

- Something must show on his face, cos Dex and Nursey let him off the hook.

- “Its chill C. We’ll ask other people see who wins.”

- Chowder has never been more relieved in his life.

- Dex heads to class, and Nursey promises to meet him after.

- Dex asks his friends in that class to say Nursey is hotter than him when asked later. He’ll help them with their coding in return.

- After class, Nursey shows up. The Question is asked of 5 of Dex’s friends.

- 4 answer Nursey is hotter

- The one secretly (or not so secretly….) crushing on Dex says he’s hotter.

- So that’s 7 for Nursey being hotter, 4 for Dex being hotter.

- So Dex is winning at being right while Nursey is winning at being hot.

- Nursey will not allow that to happen. No way. Dex is hotter, and he’ll prove it

- By bribing his study group. He’ll do most of the work for the project, and credit them, if they agree Dex is hotter.

- They’re not about to turn down this deal, and all 5 of them agree with Nursey - Dex is hotter.

- Votes for Dex being hotter: 8
- Votes for Nursey being hotter: 7

- At this stage they each start a tally, which they’ll count up at the end of the day.

- Dex bribes their server at Annie’s to compliment Nursey and say he’s hotter, by giving them extra tips.

- Nursey promises to help his classmates with their poetry if they vote Dex as hotter.

- Dex offers so many people free repairs for a month for voting Nursey as hotter.

- Nursey buys lunch for the volleyball team for voting Dex.

- Dex promises to tutor half the freshman in coding for their votes for Nursey.

- End of the day they return to the Haus, and ask Chowder to count up and announce the results of who’s hotter.

- Dex is confident its Nursey

- Nursey is confident its Dex

- The final result?

- A tie.

- Dex and Nursey accept that.

* Later *

- “Chris, honey, was it really a draw?”

- “Its best no one ever knows Cait”

Lifelong Struggle

A/N: A request from @teatimewithtiya where the reader has PCOS. Because of that, she doesn’t get her period often, but when she does, it is super irregular and lasts a long time. She’s super sick and doesn’t eat a lot. It’s at the beginning of her relationship with Spencer, so when she consistently goes to the bathroom, he believes she might have an eating disorder. Comfort ensues after he realizes what is actually ailing her. @coveofmemories

                                                              —–

“How’re you doing, Spence?” you asked, sitting on the couch with your hot water bottle as you spoke to your boyfriend while he was at work. You’d only started dating Spencer a few of months ago, but this was the first time since you got together that Aunt Flo decided to make an appearance. Damn her. 

Since the age of 14, when you’d first been diagnosed with PCOS, you’d gotten maybe six periods a year, and when you did, you literally felt like your midsection was on fire. You barely ate. You barely moved, only getting up to go to work. You slept constantly. It was awful and painful and nothing seemed to help for the three fucking weeks your body decided to bleed. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’ll be out of here in an hour. Did you want to stay in tonight instead of going out?”

“Yea, actually, please,” you said, pressing the bottle firmly to your stomach. “I’m  gonna take a nap, okay. Wake me up when you get here.”

“See you soon.”

                                                             —–

About two hours later, Spencer had gotten out of work, gone home to get changed, and showed up at your apartment. “Wake up, babe,” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Do you want me to make you dinner?” You must’ve looked either peaceful or dead because he rarely cooked, which you thought was odd. A mind like his would probably go well with reading exact recipes.

“That’s okay,” you replied, pushing up off the couch as the blanket fell to the floor. “I’m just going to have some jelly on toast. I’m not really in the mood for anything else. I do have leftover lasagna in the freezer if you want to heat it up for yourself though.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, placing the back of his hand on your forehead. “You haven’t been eating a lot lately and your eyes are really sunken. I don’t want you to get sick.” Too late. Your body was trying to murder you. 

Whenever your period did decide to grace you with its presence, you felt like the grossest lump in the entire world, literally and figuratively heavy with the weight of your hormones. But you stood up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m fine, Spence,” you said softly as you picked up the blanket and wrapped yourself up like a burrito as you walked into the kitchen. “I’m just not hungry.”

You walked into the kitchen and placed two pieces of bread in the toaster after telling Spencer to help himself. You were still tired, but you figured the both of you could eat dinner, or for you what qualified as dinner, while you watched a movie. But first, you needed to go to the bathroom for what was legitimately the 20th or 21st time today and make sure you weren’t bleeding through another two pads. Two at a fucking time. You didn’t know why, but for some reason you didn’t want to tell Spencer you had PCOS yet. It came with a lot of preconceived notions and some realities that you weren’t sure he’d be able to deal with. Last thing you wanted was to bleed in front of him; you weren’t that close yet. 

                                                            —–

Spencer was worried about her. He and Y/N hadn’t been dating more than a few months, but as a profiler he couldn’t help but notice certain behaviors. They didn’t indicate anything good. Almost every time she ate, she’d go to the bathroom before and after. She was constantly sick. He assumed that if she had been diagnosed with something, she’d tell him, but if she had an eating disorder, which is what it looked like to him, he figured she might not. It hadn’t taken him long to develop feelings for her, so he felt like he had to say something. He just hoped he was wrong.

                                                           —–

After returning from the bathroom, which could’ve looked like a murder scene to anyone who didn’t know better, you grabbed your toast and picked out a jar of strawberry jelly. You didn’t really feel like eating anything, but this did look appetizing. As you sat down on the couch next to Spencer, you felt him stiffen. “You sure you’re okay? You were in there for a while.”

“I’m fine, babe,” you smiled, your eyes feeling heavy as your head rested against his shoulder.

Y/N felt her body rise as Spencer took a deep breath. “I don’t want to make any assumptions,” he said turning you toward him, “But I’m worried about you and I need to say something. If you’re struggling with your eating, or your self-image, or anything, I can put you into contact with someone that can help. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Blinking as you tried to decipher what he was actually talking about, it suddenly dawned on you. “You’re worried I have an eating disorder?” you asked. That was the farthest thing from the truth. You wanted to eat - desperately, but when you felt like this, everything made your stomach turn. You didn’t want to tell Spencer, but you also didn’t want him thinking that you had an untreated problem.

“I don’t have an eating disorder, Spence. I have PCOS,” you said, wondering how he’d react. “I have since I was 14. It’s been a lifelong struggle. It makes me sick a lot, and whenever I get my period I can’t eat that much, I get sick, and that fucker decides to stick around for two-to-three weeks instead of five-to-seven days.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Periods are a completely natural thing you know.”

“I know,” you laughed, grazing your hand up his chest. “It just has a lot of preconceived notions that come with it, so I didn’t want you to run away.”

“What kind of preconceived notions?” he asked confused. “Like trouble having kids?”

You nodded. From the very beginning you knew that Spencer wanted kids, so they idea that you very likely wouldn’t be able to have them was something that weighed on your mind, more so when you started seeing him. “I know you’ve always wanted them.”

“There are plenty of ways to have kids,” he said, burying his nose in your hair. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

That was a relief. Spencer was unlike any man you’d ever met - the perfect mix of emotional and intelligent. “Thanks, Spence.”

“Do you want me to heat up the hot water bottle again?” he asked as he got up from the couch. Smiling, you reached up to hand it to him and collapse back into the cushion. After putting the heated bottle for a couple of minutes, he returned to the couch. “Come sit on my lap,” he said, lifting you into his arms so you could rest against his chest.

“What if I bleed on you?” you said. The thought petrified you. “You have no idea how much I die when I have my period.”

“It’s blood,” he laughed. “I’ll live. You look like you could use a cuddle, so I’ll deal with the consequences.”

Leaning back, you lifted your hand up and caressed the side of his face. “I know we’ve only been dating for a few months…but I kinda like you a lot.”

“I kinda like you a lot too,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “No matter what.”

ARIES - Dating

WOMAN

Dating an Aries never lacks excitement. She is hot-blooded and forceful, so you had better be able to handle the heat! The Aries woman is for the person who likes an independent self-driven woman who can fend for herself and is not clingy and needy. An Aries woman requires freedom. For the Aries woman, the best part of the relationship is the beginning, then the spark is there and she is trying to catch you to be hers.

She will find happiness in a long-term relationship because she enjoys sharing everything with her partner. She will not only have a romantic partner but a best friend too. She has a great need for love and passion but she will never let a man become the master, she considers her partner to be equal. Aries women are not for domineering men. She will be faithful but she expects the same in return.

She can be jealous because she wants a man to give her all of his attention, “all or nothing”, so her jealousy is rooted in her possessiveness, she has to be number one in his eyes. She will always encourage and give strength to her partner so an Aries woman is great to have in times of despair or need, she will always be there for you. In order to have this happy ending, she needs to feel appreciated and loved.


MAN

An Aries man has a lust for adventure so if you are thinking about having a relationship with an Aries man, be prepared for fast-paced adventure, novelty and excitement. He is always eager to try new things - including relationships. That is not to say that every Aries man will only provide an exciting and short-lived relationship, but this is usually the case. He might stick around if you are the type of woman that enjoys having the man take the lead and basking in his glory.

He enjoys challenge so if you are the woman to offer challenges to him - like playing hard to get - he might stick around longer. Remember, this man is all about the thrill of the chase. Do not however, act as if you don’t care about him. He needs you to be “swept off your feet” by him. Appear innocent- hard-to-get and he will be wrapped around your little finger. Never take advantage of the Aries man because his short temper will turn into a fury of anger and he will leave and never look back.

The Freshman Theories:

There will be four books - one for every quarter.

Book 1 was Fall Quarter, with MC staying on in school because of her research assistant position, meeting and growing close with her suitemates, and deciding who she’d go to Formal with, a decision that would impact her dating life over the next few weeks.

Book 2 is Winter Quarter, where (as of this writing) she’s experiencing the winter of two relationships - with James and Kaitlyn (whether you’re dating or just friends, it’s still a pretty sad state the friendship is in). Perhaps Chris will lose the election and shut out MC too, as girlfriend or friend. Will our MC begin shutting others out as well? Even Zack isn’t spared of drama as Brandon flies off to Peru and meets some hot South American guys! Will Abbie and Tyler experience their first big fight? Maybe! Book 2 will have a very angsty, moody ending. The book ends with everyone feeling discontent with their own college journeys. But for all those shadows there will be light, so hang in there!

Book 3 is Spring Quarter, the perfect time for new beginnings. Love is in the air as well! Friendships are strengthened, relationships patched up, steamy scenes are abound. Expect lots of reuniting. Perhaps the tension is our MC has matured greatly over winter quarter and now she’s unsure if she should carry on with her past relationship (whether it was James, Chris or Kaitlyn). Will she meet a new love interest? Especially during spring break?! The book ends with a declaration of love between MC and her lover of choice, whether old or new.

Book 4 is Summer Quarter, with this book largely being a celebration of friendship. This will also be the last book of The Freshman series. (My heart is breaking as I write this) The tension: Should they carry on being suitemates after all the drama they had in freshman year? They spend the summer making the most of their time together, with all of them thinking they’re better off living apart. This will be the book that reinforces how special the bonds of Chris, Zack, Kaitlyn, Tyler, Abbie and MC are – that no matter who they date (even if it’s someone within the group) they know they will ALWAYS have each other. And so the book ends with the promise of being suitemates again in sophomore year, and they all toast to that promise on a summer evening on their rooftop garden.

What do you guys think will happen soon?! These are my theories. Share yours!!!

Melinda May & Phil Coulson

We are all gathered here today for a quick yet thorough elaboration on one of my previous hot takes:  You honestly don’t want me to write an entire essay on how these two have been “platonically” married for the past four seasons. No vows or rings may have been exchanged between the two but they sure as hell have been acting like the most married set of individuals I know. So here I am, writing this small meta on how this has been coming for a long time. 

Where to begin… I would say with respect. All well written relationships that I personally enjoy begin with a level of trust and respect and this exactly what they have given the audience. Melinda and Phil have gravitated towards each time and again, like they’re each other’s constant, you know? It’s this layer of their relationship that gets them to where they are now. All those times where they’ve had each other’s back and been at their most vulnerable has led for them to quickly prioritize each other and raise each other to a level of importance that is hard to tear down. I mean, THEY HAVE HISTORY to prove it. They have endured so much together (and not just everything they have shown us but also all the implied past missions.) If it begins with this kind of emotional connection, it is easy to see where it might lead to a deeper emotional connotation. It is not a huge leap. 

Second of all, I’ve always felt that with Melinda she has always been very clear with regards to her feelings. The fact that she had to make it clear to her husband at the time that she “works” with Phil and is “married” to him speaks volumes. If we were to ever have a confession of love back in season 3, that was it for me. At least on Melinda’s behalf. To me, Melinda’s feelings towards Phil have always been extremely transparent yet never fully divulged where you go “yes, she LOVES him” if that make sense. Melinda was always been more of the type to demonstrate how actions are louder than words (since she too is also a woman of few words.) It was all in the subtleties with her. I always go back to that scene where Phil is injured in a desert (I think it was the desert) and Melinda rushes off a helicopter and checks his pulse and right there, ever so swiftly, we see a soft and relieved smile play upon her lips. See right there? That’s the kind of subtleties this show has been playing with since the earlier seasons. I could listen several but we all know that “You mean a lot to me. A lot.” takes it all. We have Melinda “I Can’t Show Vulnerability At Any Cost” May confess what’s probably already been demonstrated but never articulated to Phil. She was so adamant about it as well, like she had to make him understand how much she cared and how much she valued his trust and that she would never betray him. Never. 

As for Phil, a character I enjoy in every scene, this has been the seasons of realization for him. His storyline and how he got to this particular phase in his life has been some form of awakening. I think because Melinda May has put barriers all throughout her life, including with Phil, it’s never really been an option to go there for him. I think, unconsciously, he’s loved her all his life but has shut that particular part away because he never really thought it would happen. He tried finding love elsewhere and it didn’t pan out. It was like he was always drawn back to her or life would draw them together again and again. Yet, he’s always known how important she is to me. There’s never been anything else to imply the contrary. He’s fallen down some major crisis whenever May leaves him or is emotionally cut off (yes, the “left hand” reference goes nicely right there.) Also, why else would Edward James Olmos’s character take Melinda? Yeah, pretty self explanatory. Anyways, aside from all the side jabs from other characters who reference the closeness and familiarity between the two, there’s the concept of time. They are two grown adults, in their prime, who have literally died and have quickly reassessed what’s really important in their lives. Nothing quite like death to make you realize what’s really important. This is exactly what’s happened to Phil. He is no longer waiting. There is nothing left to hold them both back. No husband. No past commitments. No emotional baggage. Phil has finally “woken up” to what has laid dormant within him, as cliched as it sounds. 

All in all, the sheer level of intimacy between these two throughout all the seasons should make it apparent where the writers were going. I think they have laid a nice framework and are now executing it to perfection because these two were never a huge leap, in terms of narrative. They were going there one way or another. 

p.s. Phil Coulson pulling Melinda May as close as possible during that kiss should tell you everything and how long he’s waited to do that. Also, it’s true love if he knows you like tea instead of coffee.

Meta for @marcuskaen

For as many foot fetish jokes there are to make about today’s episode, let’s take a minute to think about how great it is as a portrayal of the evolution of Viktor and Yuuri’s relationship.

From the beginning, a lot of the very intimate scenes we had between Viktor and Yuuri showed Viktor physically above him– in the hot springs, when he grabs Yuuri’s chin, ect. Viktor has been Yuuri’s idol for years, and the animators do a great job of showing that by placing him literally above Yuuri in most shots.

And then we had episodes six and seven. Disregarding the kiss, there were a lot more frames where the two were on the same level. Often Viktor would be leaning down (and onto Yuuri), which was a very different way of seeing them, both in approach to physical closeness and levels of trust and comfort.

But now we have this episode. Viktor is kneeling, tying Yuuri’s skate, and then is later shown kissing his skate. Viktor is placed below Yuuri, which isn’t to say he is lesser, but that the two have become far more comfortable with each other. Viktor loves and admires Yuuri just as much as Yuuri loves and admires Viktor. He is important to Yuuri, but not as an idol, as before. He’s someone who he has a very close, intimate relationship with, who he really trusts.

The growth of these two has been so natural and beautiful, I really can’t wait to see what the rest of the season has in store for us.

The winner is Coral Harlow!

Gen 2 will begin once Coral becomes a YA! Misty has already aged up, you will see that Friday :D

Here is the info for Generation 2:

You had everything you desired as a child but you were always longing for more. As an adult you have a hard time committing to relationships as you’re so focused on your career. If we had a workaholic trait in The Sims 4 you would have it. You have absolutely no maternal instincts whatsoever but you still love your child with all your heart.

Traits: Hot Headed, Snob, Romantic

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Career: Politician

Rules:

  • Only have one child
  • Leave someone at the alter
  • Get married as an elder
Excerpt!

I finally managed to somehow overcome my writer’s block and decided to give you this little excerpt of what I’m working on. I should have it finished and posted sometime tomorrow or Sunday. 

**

Never in a million years did Dan ever think that, at twenty five years old, he would be surfing on the internet through articles titled ‘Ways to spice up your relationship’ for any reason other than to have a laugh. He genuinely felt like he was back to being fifteen and worrying over his girlfriend dumping him every time he even noticed her talking to someone else.

It didn’t help at all that half of the articles he had already read through were clearly aimed for women and all contained quotes said by sex therapists. His relationship might not be as exciting as it used to be in the very beginning, but their sex life was great, thank you very much. At least that’s what Dan tried to convince himself of before he actually started thinking about what the articles said.

“Hot. Thrilling. When was the last time you used words like that to describe your relationship?”

So maybe it had been more than a week since the last time him and Phil had sex but that didn’t mean anything. They had been very busy with planning their first video of the year and, after a day of planning and filming, neither one of them was ever really in the mood to do much once in bed except for actually sleeping.

It definitely didn’t help that the last time they had been even close to doing anything that could be considered remotely sexual, Dan had fallen asleep as Phil was getting the lube. He turned bright red when he remembered that and slammed his head against the keyboard.

No wonder Phil was considering moving out. How had they gone from being playful and making sure to spare time for sex to being so boring and rarely ever doing anything?

With that thought in mind, he started reading through the articles again and actually got out a pen and paper to jot down notes as he went along. What has my life come to?

You can find the oneshot for this excerpt here 

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Imagine being Will and Jay’s little sister and a med student who happens to be in a relationship with Dr. Rhodes that you’re trying to be secretive about, but Will figures it out and tells Jay and they’re both overly protective of you.

——— Request for anon ———

He watched as you poured yourself and Dr. Rhodes a coffee from the break room’s coffee maker. It had taken a good talking to the other day to prevent Jay from intervening immediately after Will had realized the relationship that had budded under his nose between you and the older doctor. Now, here he was, bristly waiting for the chance to confront one or both of you about the sneaking around that was no longer as sneaky as either of you had thought.

“Oh, uh, Connor,” Will begins as you leave the break room, stopping Connor from being hot on your tail as he pauses to give your brother an interested look.

“Yeah?” sipping his coffee, Rhodes stops in front of the chair Will was seated in.

“Are you sleeping with my sister?” Will’s blunt question leaves the other doctor stunned, giving a pause long enough to give him any answer he needs before any composure is regained.

“Excuse me?”

anonymous asked:

What made you first begin to ship wincest? Sorry if this has been asked before...

Hi anon, I had to think about this for awhile, because there are sort of different ways of answering it, all of them true in their own ways. 

I could say “when I read Top This”, because it’s the first wincest fic I read that felt both hot and compelling and funny and them; or “when I read Gone Again”, because it’s the first fic I read that made me feel their relationship not just as - an element of the world, or the fic, or the scene, but sort of the frame of the(ir) world entire. 

I could say “Croatoan, Act Four, when Dean says ‘No?’” cause that’s true too. 

But probably I should say ‘when I read Closing Time”, which is kind of funny, cause it’s not even a wincest fic unless you read it through pretty shippy glasses; but that’s what made me realise soundly and all the way through that I don’t, really, want them to close out their lives with anyone else, I want them together, together, together till last call and the bottom end of overtime and the final chalk on the scoreboard, behind curtains or in the car or down in a hail of bullets, I don’t care, but - together. 

anonymous asked:

Is it OK to ask you what happened and how you are doing?

Yeah of course! I’m doing a lot better so I can talk about it clearly now. I mean what happened was that it was out of the blue, literally I opened my door to go run errands with him and he just said “we should break up.” An hour long discussion/fight later, it was revealed he’d cheated on me multiple times throughout our relationship (which, I had worried about from the beginning tbh so). He said some kinda accusatory stuff and kinda implied i was only with him cuz he was hot and I wanted to show him off? Which is not true, like yeah the first thing I noticed about him was his looks but like, my favorite thing was having conversations with him. I don’t know. And he said he didn’t love me, and he was tired of being labelled (even though, he labelled himself and I based some of my actions around that), and hated how optimistic I was. That he wanted fighting, and angst, and strife, because “life fucking sucks and false hope is a shitty thing to give someone.”

Overall, he revealed himself to be a selfish, narcissistic, hypocritical manwhore. But what I’m struggling with a lot is that, that’s the exact persona that he portrayed to other people, and I had just assumed it was a mask. But now it’s like, no, he was putting on a mask for ME. So I don’t know what was real and what wasn’t. I’m rethinking… everything. Every word and every action he ever did. Cuz it sure seems like that year 1+ year of my life was a lie.

I watched Hamilton’s America with my boyfriend tonight and let me just tell you that when he heard the begins of “Guns and Ships” he cleared his throat, sat up, and rapped the whole thing with Daveed Diggs. 

I love my boys 

Finnpoe Headcanons
  • Poe sings Uptown Funk in the shower, and Finn sings the “hot damns” when he’s in there brushing his teeth. BB-8 always freaks out, seeing the song as a request to call emergency services.
  • Poe started out as a power bottom at the beginning of their relationship, but once Finn started getting a hang of things in the bedroom, the ex stormtrooper turned into the dom of all fucking doms- and Poe doesn’t mind one bit.
  • Finn sometimes has nightmares, so when he does, Poe kisses him all over, everywhere on his body to let him know how loved and cherished he is in his new life.
  • They love watching trashy reality shows together like Big Brother, but specifically the Coruscant ones, since the shows from Naboo are way too bitchy for them. 
  • When Poe stubs his toe, he swears really loudly in his home language from Yavin IV. Finn doesn’t understand the slew of curses, but he can just tell they’re curses.
  • Finn’s favourite guilty pleasure food is Andorean Jelly. He thinks it makes him look fat when he eats it, but Poe always assures him it doesn’t. (Yeah, maybe the jelly is putting a few more pounds on him, but Finn’s got the muscles to compensate, and Poe loves the extra to grab at during sex.)
  • Rey comes over sometimes when she’s not kicking ass and taking names with Chewie, and demands a spontaneous sleepover. The two always oblige, and it usually turns into a three day long thing with lots of pizza involved.
  • It’s Finn’s job to take BB-8 to the droid oiler’s, but Poe handles all the styling and polishing.
  • General Organa has discovered them making out in several closets at the Resistance base on several occasions. They don’t know she knows, but of course she knows, she’s fucking Leia Organa.
  • Poe loves to blare “Confident” by Demi Levato in his X-Wing on his way to missions. Everyone else gets super pissed off cause they can hear it on their systems, but Jessika sings along with him.
  • Finn likes slippers. Like a lot. They’re comfy and his feet get cold so he likes fluffy, fluffy slippers. So when Poe created his birthday, every year he gets new slippers on that day.
  • Poe’s favourite thing to come home to after a mission is getting scolded for all the bruises and cuts he has, then getting a blowjob while still in his uniform.
  • During briefings at the base, Poe always shoots winks at Finn. Finn always slaps Poe’s ass. Leia is always 100% done with their shit, but still says nothing, since the two remind her of herself and Han.
  • At Maz’s, where they sometimes hang out on weekends, if Finn is ever bothered or teased by some scuzzy creature, Poe sasses them from here to fucking Endor and Finn’s never bothered again.
  • On the other hand, Poe is almost always approached and hit on at Maz’s, and Finn gets so protective and drops so many empty threats around that literally no one comes around them anymore.
  • Poe and Finn train together daily, always in sync and in tip top shape. In hand to hand combat, Finn can knock Poe flat on his ass with the force and his lightsaber, but when it comes to planes, Finn doesn’t even try to beat the best pilot in the resistance.
Sweet Scent pt.2

Word count: 1961

Author’s note: The second part. There’s more to come c:

Your name: submit What is this?


“You have a chubby for my sister,” declared Stiles, even though he’d barely entered my loft. I turned to give him a murderous look, but just as I anticipated, it had no effect on him like it used to at the beginning of our relationship. Thankfully the others were still yet to arrive to the pack meeting. I turned around, my arms crossed over my chest, leaning back against the kitchen counter where I had been washing the dirty dishes of my previous dinner.

“I don’t,” I denied, but my supernatural senses reassured me of my lie as my heart picked up for a second at the negative part of the sentence. Stiles grinned viciously, and unfortunately I knew that smile all too well.

“Yeah, you do,” he insisted. “You totally do, and hey, I get it, my sister is a hot chick.” I instantly got angry – for what, I had no idea, but my wolf roared wildly, like the beast it was in reality.

“I don’t have anything for your sister,” I snarled as I followed his movements with my eyes as he came closer to the kitchen.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” he said, winking at me once before opening my fridge and grabbing the bottle of milk there. I didn’t even bother telling him to get himself a glass too, I knew that would be another helpless fight with him, and even one was too much when my partner was Stiles in an argument. One thought just didn’t leave me alone though, dancing on my nerves there and back.

“What makes you think I’m attracted to her?” I asked, trying my best not to show how much I really cared about his answer. He stopped gulping the milk, set the bottle down, wiped his mouth into his shirt then shrugged. His eyes were looking towards the counter, but his sight was lost as though he was deep in thought.

“I saw the way you looked at her at the station,” was all he said eventually.

. o O o .

Because Stiles had been so insistent, (Y/N) was coming with us to the beach too. I couldn’t have been more furious about this decision, but when he called his sister and she happily agreed to come, I couldn’t prevent her from doing so any more.

I didn’t have a problem with her joining us – I had a problem with the probability of her getting hurt. We weren’t going to go there for the holiday after all, but to take down another creature that got near Beacon Hills.

Stiles had taken care of everything after the pack meeting as soon as he’d got home, including telling (Y/N) that we’d be leaving in two days.

I parked in front of the Stilinski house sharply at the arranged time only to be reassured of my predictions about everyone else being late. I smiled a mocking half smile as my fist hit the steering wheel once not too strongly. Just as I twisted in my seat to get one of my books out of my sports bag, the front door of the house opened and Stiles stepped out, waving his hand high above his head in an attempt to greet me. He’d told me he’d planned so that I would have to take one more person there, while he would deal with two. I’d been wondering who’d be the one I was going to be left with, but when Stiles began loading (Y/N)’s stuff in my trunk, my heart skipped a beat and my face went dead pale for a handful of seconds.

I got out of the car as though it had burnt me to interrogate Stiles about this, not necessarily in a nice manner, but I was met with (Y/N)’s sweet smile and then I knew I was screwed. I knew she thought I got out so that I could help them, so I did just that. She didn’t have much stuff, just one bag she shouldered and one suitcase from the bigger kind – I could easily lift it as if it weighed nothing. I shut the trunk then searched for Stiles with my eyes, while (Y/N) found her way to the passenger seat. I walked up to Stiles to ask him about it, but he dismissed me easily with his rambling.

“I’m driving Erica and Lydia there,” he informed me, acting oblivious to the actual reason I approached him. “Allison is taking Scott and Isaac. I have to take a few more rounds around Beacon Hills, so you don’t have to wait up. You know where you have to go, I sent you the exact place yesterday after all. With coordinates,” he added, then jumped into his Jeep and shut the door before I had the opportunity to grab his tee. He gave me one last wink before driving off.

I sat back in the Camaro and gave (Y/N) what I hoped was not a care-worn smile before bringing the engine back to life, simultaneously ignoring my inner wolf in favour of keeping harmony. My eyes immediately found the book overlapping (Y/N)’s thighs. As I took a turn smoothly, I questioned her about it.

“What are you reading?”

“Nothing interesting,” she replied, but I could hear the tick in her heartbeat. I turned my face towards her to give her a look that conveyed I knew about the lie. A nervous smile spread on her mouth. “Okay, it’s interesting, but only to me,” she explained. I couldn’t help but grin, too.

“How come?” I asked, slowly descending my foot against the gas pedal. I’d just realized how self-conscious I was in such close proximity to (Y/N). She shrugged with one shoulder, her eyes falling back on the pages of her book.

“No one has ever been interested in the things that fascinated me. Except for my peers in college, that is,” she added, and for the first time, I was glad I had failed to ask her about her major back at the station.

“What’s your major?”

“Chemistry,” she said as though it was an easy thing to study. Before I could get a hold of my facial expression, it was showing an amused and equally impressed look. In the next second, her easy laughter filled the car. “What’s that look for?” I snickered.

“I wouldn’t have thought,” I admitted truthfully. I saw her cocking her head to the side like a curious cat, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to stop the car right then and there to kiss her.

“Well,” she said. When I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, I saw her making herself comfortable in her seat, facing forward again. As I inhaled through my nose, I could smell our mingled scent in the few cubic meters of air that was in the car, making my wolf howling in satisfaction. “The majority of our acquaintances and friends were surprised when we told them what I was going to be studying,” she said, her finger sliding down along the edge of the paper in a slow tease. “I’m also taking cosmology classes to keep myself entertained.”

“You do?” I couldn’t resist looking at her now. She nodded. I noticed her cheeks being a bit redder than before. “That’s interesting,” I said, still amazed by these revelations. I supposed intelligence ran in the Stilinski blood. “So, you never told me what your book is about.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, flailing just a little, which reminded me of Stiles. I smiled again with a barely-there smile. “It’s Hallucinations by Oliver Sacks. It’s non-fiction.”

“So your brain never gets tired of learning I’m assuming?” I asked, and realized with a shock how playfully teasing I’d gotten at some point, which I hadn’t been in a long time. She laughed, which lifted my spirits.

“You could say it would pretty much blow up if I didn’t put it to good use.”

“And where do you go to college?” I asked, finding it surprisingly easy to talk to her. She wasn’t as pushy as Stiles, wasn’t as rejecting as Scott, and wasn’t restrained by pack hierarchy like my Betas had a tendency to be.

“It’s in England,” was all she told me, and it was enough, maybe even too much to know. My chest clenched at the thought of having to let her go in two months.

“Not that your accent wasn’t a give-away about that,” I pointed out only to be rewarded with a chuckle again.

“Yeah, it sticks to you, you know? But I like it.”

I smiled and resisted saying, “Me too.”

. o O o .

If I thought the hardest part was over for me, that clearly meant I hadn’t managed to get to know Stiles well enough.

“What do you mean by not having enough rooms for everyone?” I asked, trying to restrain my anger at the same time, so that I wouldn’t tear off his head with my teeth nor my claws. Stiles grinned at me mischievously.

“I meant what I said,” he shrugged easily, not even an ounce of honest apology in his actions. “That statement doesn’t really require much analysing, you know,” he said, then took a bite of his green apple. As soon as he chewed it enough to be able to talk, he spoke up again. “There are four bedrooms. Lydia sleeps with Erica, Scott sleeps with Allison, I sleep with Isaac and…”

“Okay, I get that,” I interrupted him, willing the bile in my throat to go down. “But why can’t (Y/N) sleep with Allison?”

“And you’d sleep with Scott?”

“No, you could sleep with Scott, or he could sleep with Isaac. There are more options. Why do I have to sleep with your sister?” Stiles winked.

“Not like you didn’t want that,” he said in a husky voice after leaning closer to me. I hissed that someone might hear us, but I knew it was only the two of us outdoors to carry our packages inside.

“Shut up,” I ordered, fearing that one of them might decide to take a walk right now. Stiles shook his head.

“I’m just helping you here, dude,” he hedged. “You should be grateful. I know how much you can suck when it comes to handling your issues, and I’m just trying to help you get the girl.”

“Stiles, you don’t understand,” I gritted through my teeth. “I may lose control if I’m too close to her. What if I do something just because I act on my instincts?” His eyes widened, but instead of getting the response I wanted, he got zealous.

“Oh my god, you dig my sister that much?” he squealed, his amber eyes sparkling.

“Shit, could you be quieter?” I growled, but ended up nearly choking at Stiles’ next statement.

“Then you might care to know she’s still a virgin.” I was certain my eyes flashed blood red at that piece of information. Stiles grinned.

“She’s never been claimed?” I asked in a haze, having forgotten I should have been angry with him for tossing me into such a situation.

“Wow, it must have required a lot of logic to figure that one out,” Stiles shot back sarcastically instead of giving an actual answer, then hauled up his stuff and walked back to the beach house. For now, I considered murdering him with my gaze enough.

I only had time now to think about regretting having settled with a pair of sports shoes to wear this morning, because there was nothing in the near area except for sand covering the whole ground. I sighed in a resigning manner, then steeled myself mentally for what lied ahead and carried my luggage inside too.

anonymous asked:

Sisko!! (for ask meme)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
best quality: oh man where do i even begin with the sisko! (i do must admit, ds9 in my first and fave trek, and ben is my fave captain so i’m a little (a lot) biased). i love what he’s so passionate about things !! - both in positive and negative way, wheter it’s local war horror and injustice to be fixed or well, baseball, - he cares deeply about it! he’s involved and emotional about the shit going on! also, everyone before me said it but worth mentioning what his relationships w/ jake are honestly so good?? i’m having a hard time digesting most things concerning family but it was so nice to see such compelling father-son relationships like whoa. 
worst quality: as mentioned, i’m not even going into moral side of the question w/ this (though i do wonder how did sisko get away with destroying a DMZ planet’s ecosystem while rp-ing Les Miserables with eddington. like. did starfleet officials just. ignored it?) so. even though avery brooks rocks that goatee, i’m not supporting male facial hair. here’s that. i’m a ‘beards are bad’ person
ship them with: kasidy (pure heteros!!), and umm m m don’t look at me, don’t even read it, but i’m a sucker for the Foe Yay dynamic he had with dukat….
brotp them with: dax ofc, kira. a dad-friend for julian
needs to stay away from: toxic people lmao
misc. thoughts: if i had to describe my sexuality w/ a visual image, that would be a shot of sisko wearing tux, throwing money in the air during badda bing badda bang or whatever the heist ep is called 

less likely than you think

First Kiss

[word count: 1,316]

[Y/N: Your Name]
[Y/C/N: Your Crush Name]
[Y/A: Your Age]

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It was a beautiful summer evening. The sun was just beginning to set and there was a light breeze. The temperature outside had cooled down to a comfortable degree, not too hot or too cold. You sat outside, taking in the setting around you. Birds were chirping, children were playing. The serene environment around you was extremely relaxing.

Suddenly your phone buzzed on your lap, pulling you out of your trance. Your heart jumped when you read the name on the screen.

It was Y/C/N.

You and Y/C/N have been best friends for a few years, ever since you met in middle school. But it was a few months ago when you began to develop feelings for him. This scared you, a lot. You wanted to come out and tell him, but at the same time you didn’t want to jeopardize your close friendship. In the end, you decided it would be best to keep these foreign feelings to yourself.

You open the text message, your heart fluttering.

‘Hey, Y/N! Come to the park, I miss u :-(’

You jokingly rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. ‘What a dork,’ you thought. You quickly texted him back and began walking in the direction of the park. Y/C/N and you always meet up at the park in your neighborhood. It was a close distance between both of your houses and the perfect place to hang out. It was often deserted, which you both loved. You could do whatever you wanted without the questioning stares of strangers around you.

You were suddenly excited, being around Y/C/N always put you in a good mood. A smile was painted on your face the second you received his message. As you neared the park, you could see his outline in the near distance. A basketball was being dribbled in his hands, his back turned towards you. The sound of the grass crunching under your feet was enough to get his attention. Y/C/N turned around, his face lighting up.

“Y/N!” He shouted, coming towards you with his arms spread open. Y/C/N wrapped you into a hug, his arms tightly around your waist. You giggled, your head resting on his chest. You ignored the fast beating of you heart.

“Hey.” You smiled up at him. You both stepped away from each other.

“So I’ve been thinking,” Y/C/N began before turning around, walking back towards the basketball court.

“About?” You took the opportunity to study Y/C/N while he wasn’t paying attention. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie, basketball shorts, and sneakers. You would never understand how he could dress so casually and pull it off so well.

“You,” A blush spread across your cheeks as he turned to look at you, “I have an idea,”

An almost cocky grin spread over his features as he walked towards you. “What’s your idea?” You knew that you looked nervous, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. You never knew what to expect with Y/C/N.

“I want you to play me in a game of basketball,” he dribbled the ball once before continuing, “If I win, I get whatever I want from you. If you win, you get whatever you want from me. Get it?”

“Okay…” You were slightly confused, but excited at the same time. Y/C/N seemed like he was up to something, and that made you nervous.

“So, Y/N, is there anything in particular that you wanted? Be creative.” The smirk never left his face as he took multiple steps towards you, now only a few feet away. You knew exactly what you wanted, but there was no way in hell you were going to ask.

“You have to come to work with me for two weeks.” You weren’t very satisfied with your answer, but it was the only thing you could think of off of the top of your head. Plus, you did get lonely at work.

“Okay, well…I get to kiss you.”

Your heart nearly stopped. What? There was no way he was being serious. If you weren’t blushing before, you definitely were now. You could barely think straight as Y/C/N looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Y-You what?” Your eyes were wide, gaping at him.

The smile never left his face. “You heard me, princess. Come on.” Y/C/N began to walk away. Your heart continued to pound. You were okay at basketball, but no where as near as good as Y/C/N. There was no way you would win.

And you didn’t.

15 minutes passed and the game was over, you had lost by a decent number of points.

“Oh come on, don’t look so disappointed.” He spoke, dropping the basketball. You fumbled with your fingers, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact.

“I’m not, i-it’s just-” You couldn’t think of what to say.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” His cocky demeanor quickly disappeared, concern masking his face instead.

“No, Y/C/N, it’s okay, really. It’s just…I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You mumbled under your breath, looking at the ground.

Yes. You were Y/A years old and have never kissed a boy in your entire life.

Y/C/N walked closer to you, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to make eye contact. You hoped that he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks in the dark of the night.

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Just relax, okay? It’s only me. You don’t have to be nervous.” His hand moved from your chin to your cheek, rubbing your face with his thumb. You placed your hands on his chest, gripping his hoodie lightly between your fingers.

“And plus, I’m honored to be your first kiss.” He smiled.

Swoon.

Your close proximity made you nervous. Was this really about to happen? Was your best friend, the boy you like, about to kiss you? You couldn’t help but overthink the situation. You may have been over reacting. It was just a kiss, right?

Y/C/N began to lean in, pressing his forehead to yours. He puts his one hand around your waist, pulling your bodies closer together. His nose nudges yours and his eyes begin to flutter shut, yours soon following. A few moments later his lips are pressed against yours.

You barely tense, enough for Y/C/N to notice. He slightly pulls away, his lips still brushing yours.

“It’s okay, don’t be nervous.” He mutters before kissing you once again. You finally relax into his touch, reciprocating the kiss. You can feel his heart pounding almost as fast as yours. Your hands move off of his chest and to his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. The nervous feeling in your chest quickly disappeared as you slowly became more comfortable. Y/C/N grips your hips tighter, pulling you as close to him as possible. You never wanted this moment to end.

A quiet groan escapes Y/C/N’s mouth as he presses his lips harder against yours. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of your lips connecting. You swore that if you listened close enough, you could hear your heart pounding through your chest. A few moments later, Y/C/N pulled away.

He nervously looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction. “Was that okay?” He asked, his hand still cupping your cheek.

You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face.

“It was perfect.”

A wide grin covered his face as he looked down at you. Before you knew it, his lips were pressed to yours for the second time. You giggled, leaning into his touch.

What an amazing way to end the night.
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[first imagine, yay! feel free to send in any requests or ask for advice! x]

Fairy Tail Fanfic Recommendations

So I’ve decided to do a monthly post stating my top ten favorite FT fanfics of said month.

  1. Tails of Fairies by RicardianScholar Clark-Weasley: This is actually a series of one-shit fics. It currently has a total 322 one-shots in counting and they can very from angst to the fluffiest fluff ever. They focus on the main ships if any.
  2. Virtual Flames by MissyPlatina: If you’ve ever been to the Fairy Tail archive on FanFiction.Net then chances are you’ve at least heard of this fantastic story. It fallows Lucy as she navigates new relationships of both the platonic and romantic verity all over our beloved Tumblr. This is a Nalu story.
  3. Ignite by AbsentAngel: This is one of my over all favorites. Ignite is a very sensual Fic as it tracks Natsu’s ups and down when his body starts yearning for his partner in ways he’s never experienced before. It’s hot and emotional and highly recommended. This is another NaLu.
  4. Shattered Dreams and New Beginnings by leoslady4ever: When Lucy feels cheated and lost she runs. Unfortunately she runs strait into trouble and ends up in a situation she may never recover from, that is until her savior, Sabertooths own Rogue Cheny, decides to stay with her and walk down the long road to recovery with her step for step. It’ll pull at your heart strings and warm your heart with the love they grow to share. Highly recomended.
  5. Hit and Miss by Eien ni Touko: Eien really outdid herself with this modern day Au. When Sting Eucliffe rolls right into one Lucy Hearfilia’s life he never expected her absolutely crazy family and friends coming after his head. Now he has to live life looking behind his back while also fighting to keep his feelings for his blond roommate in check all while strugling through his sophomore year of College. This fic is absolutely hysterical.
  6. Dobengal’s In Charge! by Dragon'sHost: After gay marriage is legalized in Fiore half of the members of Sabertooth have gone off to marry and honeymoon leaving The one and only Dobengal in charge of the guild. Lets see of he can keep the hall from burning down.
  7. Meet Your Maker by GemNika: Laxus never expected to see something so…deprived come out of the kind Celestial mage he had come to see as a little sister. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, GemNika I have no idea how you do it.
  8. Downstairs and Dead by  ArouraLeona: Taking place after the Tartaros ark this is one of the most beautiful fanfcis I’ve had the pleasure of reading. In the after math of Tartaros and the guilds disbandment the princess of Fiore calls two unlikely mages together in order to stop a dangerous serial killer from striking again. With the two thrown together they explore the damage each one sustained after the battle of demons and slowly put each other back together again. A LaxLu fanfiction.
  9. Past Lives by booklover1947: When Lucy starts having vivid dreams of her and Cobra she thinks that’s all they are, dreams. But when they start getting clearer she starts to believe they are more than just mere dreams, but flashes of past lives lived with her apparently one true love Cobra/Eric. Although it can be hard to explain this is a wonderful tale of love and finding who you really are.
  10. Ship War by Dragon'sHost: We’re going to end this months recommendations with another story by Dragon’sHost. This fic is essentially exactly what it sounds like. Kinana gets caught up in a ship war with Fairy Tail’s very own Demon Matchmaker and must enlist the help of Crime Sorciere in order to win. Contains a slew of crack ships.

That’s it for this month. If you want me to do more let me know. If there are any recommended Fanfictions you want me to try out PLEASE message me.