they never end up the way i want

anonymous asked:

Kabby prompt! #18? thanks!

This hits ALL my buttons right now, so thank you darling anon. I have no idea what this AU is (but possibly some other kind of dystopian wtf-ery), obviously NSFW content ahead, and also on ao3. (Also good lord this ended up a little more fucked up than I planned… not in a shippy way so much as accidental world-building… I may need to spiral this into an actual multichapter if y’all like it…)

trying to get pregnant

Abby never thought she’d want a second child, let alone be in a position where she could have one, but those assumptions were made in a world far different than the one she now inhabits. In this current reality, whether or not she manages to conceive and carry a child to term may well affect the future of the entire human race. Never mind that she’s well past her prime childbearing years; she’s in a committed relationship where the physical hardware lines up for a hypothetical pregnancy, and she still bleeds every month, so the obligation is implicit.

How she herself feels about it, she can’t help but think as she lies back on her bed, doesn’t matter at all.

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anonymous asked:

Becho happening is whatever but to have that happen while continuing to hold off on Bellarke this season would really piss me off. I hope we don't revisit the debacle that was s3 I swear

I’ve always said that I do not believe Bellarke will be canon next season and I’ve said for some time now that I expect Bellarke to either be ambiguous until the series ends and the status of their relationship will be up to interpretation or they happen at the very end of the series only for one or both of them to die. Whether Becho happens or not, doesn’t really matter or make me think differently. I have never expected Bellarke to get together and stay together, especially not if there’s potentially going to be a season 6 (or heck even a season 7 if they get that far). I just really truly from the bottom of my cold dead heart do not want Becho for Bellamy. Becho is never going to stand in the way of Bellarke. If Finn, Gina and Lxa didn’t then Echo’s ass stands no chance. I just don’t want Becho for Bellamy.

anonymous asked:

You're doing great and your best! And that's wonderful. I know that someday you will find peace in relation to relationships, however that may be. Just try to remember that whomever you end up with in a loving relationship, they will love every inch of you. I know that won't fix your dysphoria and how you want certain things to be. But if it helps, just try to keep in mind that you will be loved in ways that you would never think to be possible right now. You can do it, even if it's hard.

“You will be loved in ways that you would never think to be possible right now.” thats amazing. thank you so much

anonymous asked:

Chuckling over a few of your anons who I have to wonder if are Delena fans in disguise. "It needs to make sense and plausible." So tvd fans think Elena ending up with her brothers killer, her friends abuser and someone she was sired to even though she never regained her agency, somehow made sense and was plausible for them? You've made it more then clear how TVD could've made circling back to Stelena not only sensible but be absolutely plausible unlike the joke that we all know is Delena.

Nah, I think they’re SE fans and I think they just wouldn’t want SE to happen the way DE happened which is inorganically but I’m not sure when I get new anons or anons who just haven’t read a bulk of my thoughts so that’s why I decided to reblog my posts about how SE could’ve easily been endgame in a season if they actually just tried.

me being (very) brutally honest with the signs

Aries- You’re such a goddamn hothead all the goddamn time. Not everyone likes to be constantly doing something every second of every day. You get angry with people for the smallest and most trivial reasons but god forbid someone take a dig at you. You’re such a hypocrite and it’s annoying as fuck. You act like an edgy teenager that’s constantly throwing a tantrum. You also boss people around and expect everyone to just follow your lead and if they don’t, you get pissed at them for having a mind of their own. You seriously need to take a look at your life and stop seeing everything as a fucking challenge that’s rigged against you. My god, I get tired just being in your presence. 

Taurus- You’re a lazy fuck and way too materialistic and possessive. You literally have no desire to do anything because you love to sit on your ass. You take “treat yourself” to a whole new level and not in a healthy way whatsoever. It seems like every chance you get you cause arguments and then you contradict whatever the other person is saying just because you can’t look at anything from a different point of view. Even if you get to the point where you realize you’re in the wrong and the other person is right, you’ll just continue to argue for the sake of arguing and god forbid your ego take even the slightest blow. It’s irritating as shit like you really think you know best when in reality you’re just a stubborn bitch. What a bore.

Gemini- Look, I know you guys get a lot of flak. But take this into consideration…… it’s because most if not all of it is FUCKING TRUE. You have so many different personalities I don’t know which one is even real. You gossip 24/7 and flip-flop between who you talk to and who you talk about. You’re completely unreliable and unpredictable and also clingy as fuck. Seriously, I feel like I can’t get away from you. I just want to go to the bathroom, I don’t need to hear the story right now about how Sarah said that Dylan said that Kimberly found a sock in the dryer that wasn’t hers. Literally no one cares. Another thing that you do is once you get tired of someone, you just throw them away like garbage. (Also Trump is a gemini, and I know you guys can’t control that but like come on. Of course he’s a gemini.)

Cancer- You really need to stop being so whiny or I’m actually going to lose it. Everyone has problems so stop acting like such a victim all the goddamn time. You’re so moody all the time and you act like a small child that needs to have their diaper changed. You also cling onto people as soon as you meet them and cry if someone doesn’t answer your text within 5 fucking minutes. Don’t you have your own life to live? Oh wait, I forgot you spend every second in a dark room and refuse to come outside unless it’s to answer the door because you ordered shitty takeout. You consider changing your clothes adventurous and honestly it’s so boring. Introverted doesn’t even describe you, you’re more like a complete hermit (CRAB. HA!)

Leo- Hey leo, wow, are you actually reading this? I’m kind of shocked because I never thought you’d ever stop looking at yourself in the mirror. Seriously, you’re probably the most vain sign out of all of us. So much so that if someone criticizes you in even the smallest way, you get so offended and act like you’ve been shot in the chest. You think so highly of yourself, and while it’s great to have confidence, you take it to the next level, which is extreme arrogance. You love to have the conversation focused around you. You’re the type of friend that if someone is telling you about their problem or just their day in general, you’ll interrupt them and start talking about yourself and it’s DAMN ANNOYING. How do you still have friends?

Virgo- I’m gonna tell you right now, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You’re so quick to critique other people that you write them off as not good enough before even getting to know them. You’re the type of person that would tell their friend that they were breathing too loudly. For fucks sake, you’re such an over analyzing pedant it makes me want to slap you in the face with my fucking asymmetrical hand. Your pessimism is damn near blinding, I probably wouldn’t want to hang around you for more than 10 minutes or you’d make me feel self conscious about how I fucking walk or some shit. You can’t take or make a joke. You’re skeptical about everything and you’re completely inflexible. You like to think of yourself as an intellectual but really you’re stuck up, narrow minded and someone I constantly find myself rolling my eyes at.

Libra- You are manipulative as shit. You’ll tell someone they look good without even looking up from your phone. You lie all the time and don’t really give a fuck if you hurt other people’s feelings because you really only look out for yourself. You’re also a huge fucking coward. When your friends need you to have their back and actually be there for them, you run and hide and say, “Oh sorry I just didn’t want to get involved!”. What a lame fucking excuse for ditching your friend in their time of need. You’re also extremely indecisive to the point where it’ll take you 3 hours just to choose where you want to go eat. It’s tiring as fuck. Just MAKE A CHOICE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. Have your own fucking opinion. You’re like a goddamn sheep.

Scorpio- Why the FUCK are you so aggressive for no fucking reason? You manipulate people just for the fun of it. You get jealous so easily and usually you don’t even have a reason to be jealous. You just are. It’s pathetic. You like to think that you’re so cool and mysterious but in reality people just see you as a moody and brooding asshole that no one really wants to bother getting to know. I mean, why would they? What’s the point? Every time someone even tries to get close to you, you completely brush them off and act like you don’t care about them because keeping your “mystifying” aura is soo important to you. And if you do let someone in, you treat them like they’re your possession and it’s creepy as hell. You obsess over them and you want to control them. God forbid they hang out with someone that isn’t you and then you resent them for no goddamn reason other than having a life of their own. Do me a favor scorpio and don’t talk to me.

Sagittarius- Honestly if a sag is reading this, you’re just straight up getting a taste of your own medicine. You’re tactless as shit and it makes me not want to be around you, ever. You’re inconsiderate of others and impatient with everyone. If someone isn’t moving up to your standards you will become agitated and aggressive and then you take it out on the person. You constantly need to be doing something else because your attention span lasts about 2 fucking seconds. You act like an 8 year old. You’re also really superficial. You don’t bother getting to know the deeper layers of a person because, like I said, you’re impatient and also just plain lazy. You take people for granted and are careless when handling the feelings of people closest to you. You’re also a really self-obsessed know-it-all. Go climb a fucking tree, sag.

Capricorn- Four words. Lighten. The fuck. Up. You are by far the most power-hungry of all the signs. You take everything so completely seriously that I don’t even know if you understand what “fun” even is. You always have to have two feet on the ground at all times and you can never ever be spontaneous and it’s so fucking dull. You’re conservative and disdainful nature can be so overbearing at times that even your friends need to get away from you. That is, if you have friends. You’re a complete pessimist so who knows if anyone can actually tolerate that. You constantly have to be the most successful person in a room, and you make sure you reach this level of success through abusive and controlling behavior towards the people around you. Your selfishness grosses me out.

Aquarius- I asked you what time it was. I didn’t ask you if I was afraid of time passing or the fact that it’s a manmade construct. For fucks sake, just shut the fuck up about this deep shit for once. I don’t want to contemplate how large the universe really is at fuckin 8:30 am on a Monday. You’re rebellious even when it doesn’t matter and honestly all it does is piss people off. You’re constantly trying to deviate from the norm that you make the same fucking mistakes that other people already made, but you don’t fucking learn from other people’s mistakes because you always have to go your own way. Maybe listen to other people for once? You’re the most detached sign out of all of them and you hurt people by acting aloof all the fucking time but you don’t care because you chalk it up to “this is who I am!!! I need my freedom!!!!”. You need to actually think about how your actions affect people you care about because if you don’t, you’re REALLY gonna end up alone and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. 

Pisces- You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself all the time and get it through your head that you’re not always the damn victim. You don’t take responsibility for your actions and you always find a way to blame it on someone else because you’re NEVER in the wrong, are you? Poor little pisces. You’re not as innocent as you want everyone to believe. You’re constantly daydreaming and it becomes really annoying when I’m trying to talk to you and you just completely zone out because you love living in your little imaginary world. You’re the WORST at solving your own problems and conflicts because instead of dealing with them you just avoid it all together and end up leaving the mess for someone else to clean up. You’re really nosy- you love to get in other people’s business. But you don’t go to the person directly, you have to be sneaky about it and gather rumors from other people. You’re also very over-sensitive. Out of all the signs, you’re by far the most likely to respond to this post saying how this isn’t true and that I’m just a “big fat meany!!!” and then add a bunch of angry/crying emojis.


(disclaimer: Don’t worry, I don’t really hate your sign (unless you’re a  * * * * * * … lmao). This was just for fun and I know it’s harsh. Don’t take it too personally. You’re an individual and ultimately you determine who you really are. Except for you, * * * * * * . Fuck you.) 

My Way - Chapter 01

Description: Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, some underlying angst

Word Count: 9,324

Warnings: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Dom!Jungkook, infidelity, rough sex, thigh riding, very light breath play, gratuitous and shamelessly self-indulgent bragging via sext

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okay i promised a compilation post a couple of days ago so…. here is how you get drunk with Cass

if your endurance is 6 or lower, you’re basically fucked

you still get Cass to sell her caravan though. she just wanted a drinking buddy. she’s good

if your endurance is 7 or 8, you and Cass end up having a draw? basically?

if your endurance is 9 or 10, you outdrink her. she’s amazed

and that’s it. there are some easier ways to make Cass sell her caravan and i never even could pass this 75 barter check (i cheated this time…), but it’s hilarious and it just shows that fallout: new vegas has so… so many possibilities

Eight Months.

Even eight months after the break up, Harry still felt the overwhelming urge to check up on you and your life. He would check your social media accounts a few times a week, more so before going to bed when thoughts of you plagued his mind. It felt naughty, wrong in a way; after all, it was him who ended your two year relationship.

*

“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.

“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.

You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.

“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.

“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.

“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.

“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.

Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”

You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me.”

Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.

*

Your Instagram account had been almost inactive for the first month after the break up, with only the occasional bog-standard photos of new make-up purchases and Starbucks coffee. But no selfies and nothing that indicated any happiness in your life. After three months, your social media accounts portrayed some happiness returning to your life as you took selfies with friends on regular nights out, but Harry knew as well as anyone that social media is one massive cover up for reality. Were you really actually happy? Were you living or were you just alive?

It seemed to him that your life continued to appear happy, but after four months of opening the app, he noticed someone by your side. Photograph after photograph, upload after upload, this person would be stood next to you. You had a side when taking photos with Harry, but now somebody else was standing on Harry’s side, taking his place, standing where he should be standing. Then tagging each other on Twitter began taking place. Simple things such as “coffee dates” and memes.

Five months after the messy break up, Harry sighted a picture of the two of you kissing; you and your new beau, as it was publicised. Your lips on his, no doubt his tongue down your throat and he wanted to vomit. It didn’t make social media, but it made the headlines in the news. The media had left you alone a little while after the break up, but of course, a new relationship for you meant gossip amongst the public, especially One Direction fans and Harry girls, and the tabloids couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Upon reaching seven months, Harry noticed another change in you on social media. You were becoming more and more inactive by the day, rarely replying to tweets and the amount of photographs posted reduced. Anybody else would put it down to business in studying and spending time with loved ones, but Harry knew how much you had loved your interactions on social media, and something didn’t sit quite right with him. But then he remembered that he’s not yours and you’re not his, and you have someone else taking care of you now.

*

Eight months later, and Harry still had you on his mind almost every minute of the day. He would awake in the morning with the help of his alarm but your hair wasn’t sprawled across the pillows as he would expect; he no longer bothered eating breakfast in the mornings; gone are the days when he used keep something warm on the stove for you, for when you awoke, ensuring you had something warm for your hungry tummy in the mornings; he had nobody to send a morning text to. His routine was completely out of sync and nothing over the last few months made it any better.

He would come home every evening to an empty apartment. He had nobody to cook dinner for. He had nobody to talk to about his day. He had nobody to snuggle up to at night. He had nobody to kiss. He had nobody to love and he had nobody to love him.

Some nights would be simple; Harry would climb into bed and flick on the television, watching a favourite film in which he no longer got pleasure out of. He’d check his social media, and then check yours, before setting his alarm and falling asleep, his dreams of you haunting him throughout the night.

Other nights, he’d yearn for you. He loved you, still loves you, and wants nothing more than to hold you whilst you sleep and keep you safe in his embrace. But he would yearn for you in other ways too, awakening in the night from happy dreams of you, his cock hard for you. He would lay awake between the sheets, grinding his hips into them and rubbing himself vigorously as he imagined being inside of you. He would let himself go completely when he could imagine the moans that would leave your lips, the breathlessness you would encounter, and it was as though he could almost feel you come around him.

He hadn’t been in another relationship since the split, but there had been a couple of one night stands. In a way to get over you, ironically, he would fuck others that had similar traits to you. The same hair colour, the same laugh, the same smile. But neither of those girls were you. He didn’t really want them, they just happened along with the alcohol consumption of both parties involved. After two girls, he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the reality of the situation that made him stop, or if it was the slap he received one night.

*

The music was pounding against the speaker, the DJ’s were screaming out and giving shoutouts, mostly for people’s birthday’s and other celebrations, bartenders were leaning over the bar in an attempt to actually hear what the customers were ordering in the club, and everyone was like sardines, squashed together, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it and having a good time. Everyone except Harry.

He occasionally moved around and shuffled his feet in an attempt to dance, but he felt so lost without you there. He kept an eye out to see if you were around, almost forgetting that you didn’t go there together. He always used to keep an eye on you, making sure you were safe on the dance floor and that no drunken men took advantage of you. He was your protector. 

“What’s your name?” a young blonde asked. That was the only thing that was same about the two of you. You’re blonde and so was she. But she wasn’t you. Harry wasn’t too sure if she was just acting oblivious to the fact that he was the most famous, most well-known person in the club, or whether she was just so drunk that she barely knew her own name, let alone his.

“Harry” he told her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer so as they could hear each other’s spoken words over the thumping music.

The girl nods. “Louise” she tells him. “Fancy getting out of here?” she asks. 

Harry nods. He realises she’s not as drunk as he thought she was, but taking in her features, she looked a few years older than him. Maybe she really didn’t know who he was.

“Mine or yours?” she asks as they stumble out of the nightclub and onto the streets of London. Louise quickly hails a taxi as Harry replies, “yours.”

Whilst his own place seemed more appealing as he wouldn’t have the awkward ‘leaving after a shag’ stage, he didn’t want to take her, or anyone, to his bed. Only you got the privilege to be in his bed. He didn’t fuck anyone else in his bed, only you. He didn’t want anyone else to come in the sheets besides the two of you together and for each other.

The taxi ride back to hers was soon over and they stumbled through her apartment, his lips pressed to hers. Their eyes remained closed as he thought about you. Undressing you. Running his hands up and down your body and caressing your breasts as you laid all bare for him, for his eyes only.

Harry breathlessly pulls aways as he lifts up the miniskirt. They both quickly realise this is nothing more than sex up against the wall. She’s not taking him to bed either, and Harry wonders if Louise is also getting over someone. Within the next thought, he doesn’t care. He does’t love Louise. He loves (Y/N).

The blonde grabs at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his trousers, his length exposed to her. He quickly reaches into his back pocket before letting his trousers drop and rips open the packaging. Covering himself with the latex, he soon pushes himself into her. She gasps, taking him in, before moving quickly against him.

They’ve both been drinking and he knows his performance will be affected greatly, so he’s not surprised when he quickly comes inside of her, moaning her name. She gasps and he withdraws from her quickly. Before even getting the chance to dress himself, her hand collides with his cheek.

“Louise! I told you my name is Louise!” she yells at him angrily.

And in that moment, he realises that he moaned your name when he came.

*

He arrived home from the studio and continued his evening rituals. No work the following day meant he could have a later night and whilst he was glad to be able to sleep in later and not have the demands of an alarm clock, he knew from experience that on a day off where he lacked a busy schedule, you would be on his mind more than ever.

The night passed with Harry doing nothing more than eating his evening meal and lounging around in front of the television, flicking through channels to find something to entertain him for a few hours. He occasionally reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself small measures each time. Whilst the drinking had become a regular habit a few months back, Harry had realised that drowning his problems with alcohol helped nobody, not even himself, and he kicked the habit almost as quickly as it had started. No amount of alcohol got you out of his head.

The comedy shows provided some entertainment, and whilst there were a few forced laughs, Harry did find some of the jokes genuinely funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed properly.

Tapping his watch with a yawn, he checked the time. Flicking off the television set, he threw the remotes back on the sofa and picked his body up from the position he had been in for hours. A loud, repeated knock on the door made him jump slightly. The banging got harder and more frantic and he could only wonder who would be calling in on him at this hour. “Alright, I’m coming!” he yelled in frustration. Couldn’t his unwanted and unwelcome guest wait two minutes?!

Heading into the hallway, he unlocked the door, pouting his lips to express his emotion, making sure the person on the other side of it knew he was angry at the disturbance and the complete lack of respect for him and his property. As far as they were aware, he may well have had work the next morning. Swinging the door open,  he gasps, taking in the demeanour of the person standing in front of him, the sight almost killing him as bile rose in his stomach and a nauseous feeling took control of his body.

okay but let’s be honest mike and el are probably THE most annoying couple on the entire planet, especially to their friends

  • el is always wanting to kiss mike no matter who is around and max is probably the one to call her out on it telling her that no, she can’t just kiss him whenever she wants and mike is probably like “ummMM YES SHE CAN” and then el probably kisses him again and it’s just a cycle
  • and every time this does happen lucas always groans and dustin pretends to be throwing up and will blushes and it’s just a mess
  • also mike and el are always holding hands whether it’s walking in the hallways or watching a movie together or they’re sitting together at the d&d table and “really, michael?! you’re going to play with ONE HAND?! this is going to take us forever!” 
  • mike also always calls el “beautiful” and it always earns them an eye roll bc really? he’s gonna call her beautiful when she’s just wearing the sweatpants that he outgrew and her hair is an actual mess??
  • OH and they always say “promise” to each other, which is probably the most annoying thing they could do because it’s always after mundane things like literally, no they don’t have to promise each other that they’ll see each other soon, they’re just going to be separated for third period!!!
  • mike and el of course though know that sometimes they can be a little irritating so they try to give their friends a break from them and spend time alone together but then they also get annoyed at them for not hanging out with them and they end up on their walkie talkies (”what’s so important that you can’t come to the arcade? were you guys making out?” “maybe” “EW MIKE GROSS WE DON’T WANT TO KNOW” “YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ASKED”)
  • when they do end up going it’s always mike giving el a ride on his bike and they always notice how gentle mike is with her when he helps her get down from the bike and the way she smiles softly up at him and okay maybe it is a little cute how they look at each other, but no they are never going to admit it out loud 
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-meeting somewhere super random and as complete strangers but he just decides to approach you and says something super blunt about you being really pretty

-and then he says something kind of weird but it makes you laugh and he chills down completely about being weird around you because right off the bat it doesn’t creep you out

-spontaneously just deciding then and there to go on a date

-he can actually just be himself and he’s like??????

-but you’re also kind of quirky and weird too and you can be yourself around him and then you’re just like ?????

-being super open about it and just being like “do you think it’s weird that right off the bat i just feel like i can be myself?” 

-and him saying “its fucking weird but i feel the same way.”

-this leads to making out

-which ends up at his place

-which leads to that mind blowing rough dominant sex (the best kind)

-and afterwards you just stare at the ceiling both in shock at your just complete sexual chemistry

-then you ask him to read the book next to his bed to you and he’s shocked at that too

-so you curl up on his chest and he just reads and strokes your hair

-after that, he never wants to spend another night away from you

-you buy him books you know you both want to read and every night you take turns reading to each other

-spending so much time inside just being introverted

-him supporting you and encouraging you when it comes to exercise because he’s into that shit

-that boy has high sex drive so best be ready for that

-when he commits, he commits fully and he’s ride or die

-listening to super loud music and dancing together, especially with him shirtless

-he would love to carry you around because he just dwarfs you with his size and its the best

-he would just worship you and try to help you overcome any insecurities you have

-because he’s all in

-for the good and the bad

-him having some sort of weird but cute nickname for you that’s sort of an inside thing that no one else understands

-calling him ‘tree’ probably (because dat toll boi is god damn climbable) 

-he loves kissing you everywhere

-and making you laugh

-actually being able to talk to each other and knowing everything about each other

-him asking you how your day is and actually wanting to know

-he listens to every word you speak with complete bewitchment

-protective bae

-like you are so safe with him

-also wanting to be his safety and being there for him during all his struggles, especially the AA stuff.

-oh my god THOSE HANDS

-he is ALWAYS there for you

-without fail

-the most cuddles

-being completely intertwined when you cuddle

-PDA

-lots of swearing

-the most swears

-but so much happiness and dancing together and face smooshing and carrying and caring and talking and understanding and loving and fucking

-he is such a big boi that if you wore his clothes they would be huge

-being in your own little world together, just the two of you

-lets be serious he’s a walking puppy boyfriend

-love of my life

-being weird together

-loving it

-when he loves someone, he treats them like a fucking queen

self-control (part 1) - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Angst, some light cursing.

Summary: You’re in charge of homecoming but you don’t have a date.

A/N: OK, honestly I’m so proud of this you guys. It was like ten pages on a google docs. I hope you like it. I know a lot of people want a part 2 to twist of fate, and that will most likely happen pretty soon! But I want to do this as a series as well so we’ll see. Anyway, hope you all like it. I love the feedback, by the way, so tell me what you think!

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Originally posted by nwetss

The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. Startled, you ran a hand through your hair and looked around before registering where you were. Home. In bed. Things were normal again, right?

Wrong. It was two a.m and the phone was ringing. Why did your parents agree to get you your own line? You quickly flicked on your bedside lamp and then picked up the receiver. “Hello?” You mumbled barely coherently, slowly sitting up in bed.

“Y/N?” It was Steve. You could tell by the way he pronounced your name. Just slightly different than everyone else did. Like it had more meaning coming from his mouth.

You let out a long yawn. “Yeah, Steve. It’s me. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at-“ you glanced over at the clock on your night stand. “Two thirteen in the morning?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep at all,” he said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, all groggy and deeper than usual. “Let me apologize. Let me make it up to you. I fucked up, okay-“

“Fucked up is putting it lightly,” you cut him off, your words sharp like daggers. “I don’t want to talk to you about it. Especially not now.”

Steve sighed on the other line. You could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. You hated that you knew him that well. “Go to sleep, Harrington,” You said, and didn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone.

You tried to go back to sleep but your mind kept drifting back to a few days ago, when everything starting going to shit.

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anonymous asked:

I really liked how you wrote the a/b/o dynamic in your last fic. It wasn't some thing that overruled and defined everything about the characters, which is so awesome because I doubt many people - Stiles especially - would deal well with that. Anyway, i thought I'd washed my hands with a/b/o fics but it's sucked me back down again. Do you have any fic recs?

thank you so much! that fic was super fun to write, and I loved cramming in all my favorite tropes :)  I’m a big fan of a/b/o, idek why, but I love it. I’m sure all the ones I’d rec are well known, but here’s a list of some of my favs in no particular order.

we can take our time by KouriArashi

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, marguerite_26

Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Build an Ivory Tower by teot 

Stiles didn’t know how Derek sleeping on his floor developed into sleeping in his bed, or how cuddling ended up turning into Derek humping his ass. He didn’t agree to being knotted in the school locker room, either. But what can you do when Derek Hale wants something? He’s the Alpha, after all.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26 

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

Say It With Me (Don’t Assume) by orphan_account (I’m pretty sure this is by KuriKuri, does anyone know if this was abandoned on purpose or not, since they’re’ still on AO3 with other fic?)

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

#omegaproblems by subnivean 

Stiles didn’t need an alpha. He might want one, though.

The Sanctuary by chase_acow

Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha’s nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn’t have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town’s safety.

Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose 

Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?

Mix and Match by Jerakeen 

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

monday i can fall apart but by friday i’m in love by tryslora

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Someday Came Today by Fatebegins

“March 2, 1810…
Today, I met the man I’m going to marry.”

At the age of eight, Genim “Stiles” Stilinski showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at eight, Stiles learned to accept the expectations society held for him–until the evening when Derek Hale, the handsome and dashing Alpha of the Hale pack, solemnly kissed his hand and promised him that one day he would grow into himself, that one day he would be as beautiful as he already was smart. And even at eight, Stiles knew he would love him forever.

But the years that followed were as cruel to Derek as they were kind to Stiles. Stiles is as intriguing as the Duke boldly predicted on that memorable day–while Derek is a lonely, bitter man, crushed by a devastating loss. But Stiles has never forgotten the truth he set down on paper all those years earlier–and he will not allow the love that is his destiny to slip through his fingers . .

Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

here comes trouble by grimm 

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.

You’re a Mess, But You’re a Catch to Me by jsea

The laws are clear: omegas are required to have an alpha guardian. So when the sheriff gets shot, Derek is roped in to stepping up as Stiles’ temporary alpha while he recovers.

Derek knew it was going to be a bad idea, but he never could have predicted all of the ways that Stiles would end up turning his life upside down.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Can’t Be Saved (Not So Frail) by weathervaanes

“Kira doesn’t care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I’m well aware. It doesn’t change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I’d like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”

Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”

“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink.

-0-

In which Kira is Derek’s ward, Stiles is Scott’s brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.

Fight Fires In Your Best Clothes by standinginanicedress

The key isn’t actually being confident, he repeats in his head in Lydia’s breathy voice. It’s faking the hell out of it and looking as sexy as possible while you do it. For omegas, it’s easy. There’s a natural charm to all of us that only takes seconds to engage, and barely takes practice.

Walk into the room, he chants in his head. Own it, and look people in the eyes. Find the best looking alpha, have them buy you a drink, and the rest is easy.

Fallen for You by Mynuet

Stiles is not swooning when his hot next door neighbor comes to his rescue. He’s not! Maybe a little.

Survival of the Species by Lissadiane 

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.

*
In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.

i need your sway by thatworldinverted

Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There haven’t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now.

What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.

How to Woo Your Local Omega by alocalband

Stiles knows a pity gift when he sees one. Mostly because that’s all he’s ever gotten from anyone since the moment he hit puberty.

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha’s shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Distracted

- The one where Y/n is left at the altar and has a hard time dealing with her emotions

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Y/n has alway been good at running away from her problems.

It’s something she’s become so used to—avoiding all the feelings and emotions that could tear her down and finding her way around them.

It’s a dangerous coping mechanism and she knows it. She’s been through this cycle more times than she can remember, and each time did they end with her being so full of emotion and so torn apart from the heartbreak that she’ll spend days—weeks, even—laying in the dark and locking all of her doors to avoid the outside world.

It’s gotten so bad that there have been times she hasn’t even communicated with anybody, leaving her friends and family begging on their knees by her locked doors just to get her to open up—both mentally and physically.

And they all could have been prevented if she wasn’t so afraid of letting her feelings get to her. But she hates it—god, how she hates being in a sensitive state of mind and her heart feeling so heavy that she forgets how to breathe. So, instead of letting herself feel all of that, she does anything and everything to ignore it.

She’ll teach herself new things, keep herself occupied at night so that she doesn’t have the time to fall asleep (because it was always then her thoughts caught up with her the most), and even will go so far as avoiding the people in her life that would make her talk about it.

But this heartbreak was the worst one yet.

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kneel || bill skarsgård

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description: in which you want the king to kneel before you

requested by: anonymous

warnings: a bit of daddy kink, oral (male on female), choking, swearing, general filth

“Get on your knees.“

The words, familiar words, were forthright, demanding, said without so much as a thought due to them being used so often. When they were spoken, it was certain their recipient was supposed to obey. 

But then the word "no,” was uttered, which turned everything over on its head.

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im literally gagging myself rn im imagining concept art mercy (imma call him angelo for the sake of ease) doing a voice over where he talks abt how gabriel reyes ended the war that killed his parents and finally allowed peace and how gabriel was his hero that he eventually became somewhat disallusioned with bc of gabes work in blackwatch, but still admired and looked up to, maybe even viewed as a paternal figure in a distant, orphan sort of way… and how after the swiss hq explosion angelo knew he shouldn’t have done it but tht childish hero worship still lingered within him and he just couldnt let go…… so he brings gabriel back to life and he regrets it but still thinks he’d do it over again. and it ends w his voice, sweet and echoing a little ominously saying, heroes never die….

hello daily reminder not to ignore female muses and disregard all the hard work put into them bc chances are they had to put in 5 times the effort a male muse has to put in for a sliver of the attention. also? don’t Assume they ONLY exist to jump dick. thanks.

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❝ My life was never just one story. It was many stories. To some I’m a villain. I hurt people in ways I can never make up for. To others I’m a hero, they see my strength, my ability to do the hard things even when I thought I couldn’t. I want to start a new story. One where the Evil Queen doesn’t get a part. And I chose to believe that this story will have a better ending than my last.❞

anonymous asked:

You should totally write a fic where Lucy tries her best to get Natsu drunk! The poor girl is always the first to get drunk and flirty with him and Natsu teases her endlessly about it when she’s sober again. She wants to be able to tease him about his drunk behavior too! It would all probably backfire on her because Natsu would be super flirty with her as well and she’d be the one totally embarrassed 😁

YASYASYAS I LOVE THIS REQUEST I’M GOING TO DO THIS NOW (of course it will be done by the time I post it and you can’t see me typing this right now so…  Writing all this is pointless, but ANYWAY)  Here you go!!


Levy,” Lucy dragged out her friend’s name playfully.  The other girl was busy giggling madly with Erza and Juvia, but turned to face her when her name was called.  “I’m going to get Natsu drunk, heh.”  Levy snorted out a laugh and fell deeper into hysterics.  Levy was a giggly drunk and she always managed to get Lucy going as well, but she was on a serious mission for the night.

Lu,” another giggle escaped her lips, “Are you sure th-that’s a good idea?  Pfft…”

Yes!” Lucy insisted, crossing her arms over her chest.  Though Lucy, herself, had been drinking with the girls, she wasn’t too drunk to follow through with her mission.  She was always the one to get drunk first and Natsu never seemed to get drunk.  That frustrated Lucy immensely because he always ended up pulling a prank on her; totally unfair in her opinion.  So, Lucy sobered herself up a bit and sauntered over to where Natsu was about ready to get in a three way brawl with Gray and Gajeel over something stupid, she was sure.

“Natsu,” Lucy began, fixing her yukata that had slipped a bit down her arm.  “I want to play a game with you…”  Natsu turned his attention on her, fist held steadily in the air, aimed towards Gray’s face.

“Good, please take him.  He’s a flaming ass.” Gray huffed, getting up and leaving.

“Hey!  Lucy!” Natsu whined at her, “I was about to punch Gray’s stupid face…” He pouted and Lucy stifled the urge to giggle.

“This is more important though…” Lucy jutted her lower lip out slightly and Natsu relaxed a bit and sighed.

“You’re not going to make me pet you again, are you?” He asked hesitantly, a blush only slightly visible on his cheeks.

“O-kay,” Gajeel abruptly interjected, getting up from his seat.  “I’m leavin’.  Ain’t gonna stick around for whatever kinky shit is gonna go on here.”

“H-hey!  Th-that’s not-” Lucy began, feeling slightly mortified that he would get that kind of idea from her wanting to play a game with Natsu.

“None of that is going on here!” Natsu finished, growling out at the dark haired man before them.

“Tch, whatever you say, Salamander.” With that, he walked off in the direction Gray went, more than likely to find Levy.

“What kind of game do you want to play?” Natsu asked, snapping Lucy’s attention back on him.

“O-oh, um…”  Lucy racked her brain, trying to think of a drinking game that she had read about or Erza had mentioned.  There is that one that we played on a girls’ night…  That could work… 

“Uh, earthland to Lucy…” Natsu waved his hand in front of her face, his brows knitted together in confusion.

“Russian Roulette!”  Lucy suddenly burst out and Natsu cocked a brow.  “Y-yeah, it’s a drinking game.”

“Er, aren’t drinking games meant for more people?  And why do you want to play a drinking game with me?”

“B-because, I-I…  I want to challenge you!  Yeah, you never ever get drunk, but I bet I can beat you and get you drunk first.” Lucy smirked and Natsu pulled a face.  Lucy knew that he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, even one that sounded so farfetched.

“Okay, fine, how do ya play so I can beat your ass?  You an’ alcohol ain’t gonna beat me!” Natsu grinned and Lucy smiled deviously, plopping down across from him, grabbing six shot glasses, and setting them up on the table before them.

“It’s called Russian Roulette because we take these shot glasses and fill some of them with sake and some of them with water.  We roll a die and whatever number it lands on, you have to drink that glass.  You follow?” Lucy questioned, unable to hide the smirk that was creeping up on her lips.

“Yeah, yeah.  So, how many glasses are filled with sake?” He questioned, his arms folded over his chest.

“Well, anywhere from one to five glasses can be filled with alcohol, while the remaining glasses are filled with water.  Since it seems to take a lot to make you drunk, I’m gonna fill four with sake and two with water.” She informed him and he quirked a brow.  “What?  Afraid?”

“No…  That’s just a lot.  I don’t think you can handle it.” He smirked and Lucy frowned.

“You worry about yourself and I’ll worry about me.” She poked her tongue out at him slightly and he chuckled.  “Oh, so under all six glasses, there will be a number, you know, so we know which glass to drink.  Under each number there will be a truth or dare, just to make it fun.” She grinned and Natsu squirmed a bit.

“Aw geez…”

“I’m gonna go get Erza to write out some truth or dares, kay?”

“ERZA?!  Why her?!” Lucy giggled and scampered over to Erza, explaining her plan and got her to give her some good cards.  Lucy blamed the alcohol for the fact that she was trusting Erza to help out with her game with Natsu.

Lucy gathered sake and a bottle of water, a die, and grabbed the finished cards from Erza, who had a suspiciously menacing face on, and went back to Natsu who was looking apprehensive.

“Do you want to back out?  Scared I may beat you?”

“No!” Natsu answered stubbornly and Lucy bit her lip to keep herself from smiling.  She poured sake into four of the shot glasses and then filled the other two with water.

“Okay, turn around.” She ordered and Natsu looked confused for a moment.

“Why?”

“I need to shuffle the glasses!  When I’m done, then I’ll turn around and you can shuffle them so neither of us will know where the alcohol is.”  Natsu rolled his eyes a bit, but obliged.  Lucy shuffled the cups around, then turned her back while Natsu did the same.  “Okay, now I’ll put these numbered cards next to each glass.  If we drink from a glass that has sake in it, we pick from this stack of cards Erza made and answer a truth or do a dare.”

“Ugh, fine...  But something tells me something will go wrong since Erza was involved…” Natsu pouted, eyeing the cups suspiciously.

“Okay, I’ll go first I guess.  Oh, and when the shot is done, we’ll fill it with whatever drink was in it to keep the game going.”  Lucy explained the last bit of information and then rolled the die.  “Three.”  Lucy hesitantly picked up the shot glass numbered “three” and downed it.  Natsu waited almost anxiously for her reply, and she smirked at him.  “Water.”

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