i know popeye is a sailor but like… what the hell does he do as a sailor? what cargo does he transport on his boat and to where? i assume he doesn’t captain a passenger ship because he’d be at too high a risk of killing or consuming the passengers
No offense but like…
1. Clay and hannah weren’t supposed to be friends.
2. Hannah’s parents were supposed to be gone.
3. Clay was supposed to talk to maybe 3 other people from the list but now they are all trying to talk to him.
4. Clay wasn’t supposed to know that Tony had the tapes until he was more into them.
5. Clay wasn’t supposed to be at school when this happened. He was supposed to stay up all night and listen to them in basically one go.
6. Why do all of these high school seniors have multiple tattoos that are big like that.
What the fuck.
Other than that, great stuff so far
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my crack pot theory.
There are Demi-fae in ACOMAF. I am not sure how I missed
this, over and over and over again. Actually I do, I just finished the TOG series,
so the connection never lite up in my brain until @propshophannah pointed it
I’m going to start with Mama Archeron. I have the hardest
time believing that she died of typhus. The idea never settled with me from my
first read. I just cannot see this lady of the house slumming in camps or
hanging out with wildlife where she would have been infected by louse. If the
house was infested the family would have been infected. I will admit that I
could be reading too much into this, but it has always nagged in the back of my
mind. (313, TAR)
Mama Archeron died when Feyre was 8, Nesta is 11. Let’s say
she had Nesta in her mid-twenties. She should have been about 35 when she
“died”. What if she faked her death?
What if it came to her attention that she was not aging as a human should be. With that said, what if Mama Archeron decided it was a good
time to fake her death?
Stay with me here. If Mama Archeron is a Demi-fae, that
means the girls are. Which would solve so many of the thoughts tugging in the
back of my mind, such as:
1. Nesta is immune to glamour because of her strong
will? She is somehow immune to both
Tamlin and Cassian’s glamour? Sorry, no. Tamlin was able to Glamour his entire
supporting household from Feyre, Tamlin was able to keep Feyre hidden from Rhys
until he noticed the third place setting at the table.
2. Feyre’s Prescience.
I have a whole post that you can read about it but to sum it up Feyre has a bit
of foresight. This is a girl that painted the Attor, although she had never
seen him (182, TAR). Her visions of the moonstone palace (375, TAR). Those two
little faeries in the garden (76, TAR), the bad feeling she gets from the
queens (389, MAF). Feyre can also taste magic, since we only have Feyre’s view
this could be something or nothing (45, TAR).
3. Elain, now I have comb these damn books and the only
thing that came up Elain can talk anyone into anything it seems. It does not
seem like much of a power to me, but it could lead to something greater.
4. The three sisters are mated to not just any fae, but
4a. Feyre was mated to Rhys, two years before UtM. She was a
half-starved girl painting flowers on a table and her equal is the most
powerful high lord in Prythian. I’m sorry, what?! Unless there was something
more to the Feyre.
4b. Elain is Lucien’s mate. I know some of you will disagree
with me, but I do not believe Lucien is as weak as he appears. He is a son of a
high lord and I have a feeling that his family sensed that he was going to be
4c. Wings and Embers hints that Nesta is mated with the
strongest Illyrian, the commander of the Night Court armies. In this scene I
also think that Nesta feels it too, when she accuses him of using some sort of
5. The mortal queens. The sixth queen did not even show
herself in Hybern. The sixth queen seems connected to the sisters. She is not
ill and also not present to gain immortality from the Cauldron. What if the
sixth queen is of a demi-fae realm?
7. The Suriel has one hell of an interest in Feyre.
It’s not that the question has been bugging him, per se.
It’s more like…. more like…
Well it’s more like the question had been driving him up the fucking wall. And it’s not like it matters- at all. But Isak should know things about Even and Even should knows things about Isak. They should know each other. Because Isak is like 99.78% sure that Even and Isak are a forever thing.
“Can I ask you a question?” Isak is sitting on the counter of their kitchen as Even meticulously scrambles eggs and tosses toast in the oven.
Even hums, throwing pinches of salt in the pan as the eggs started to form, “Yeah, ‘course.”
“Am I like…” Isak thinks of how to phrase it because he’s come to learn that shit doesn’t always come out of his mouth in the most elegant of fashion. He struggles for a hot second, before remembering that this is Even- who knows his lack of censor, “So like am I your first guy?”
Even throws pepper into the egg mixture.
Isak shifts uneasily, “Even?”
He takes the eggs off the heat and dumps them on to a plate. When there was no more to do, Even moved to stand in between Isak’s legs, “What brought this on?”
“Just curious.” Isak leans forward to brush bits of hair away from Even’s face, “It’s not like it’s super important… I was only wondering.”
Even stares at him for a minutes. probably debating his answer or whatever, “There was one other boy I was interested in. Before I met you. It didn’t end well. Or- like, it never really began? He didn’t…”
#relatable, Isak thinks, and then “Gotcha.”
“I’m glad it didn’t.” Even smiles, backing away from Isak and grabbing the plate of eggs, “Because now I have you and I wouldn’t give you up for anyone.”
“What about you? Even continues, setting the table, “I was the first boy you were interested in, right?”
“Umm,” Fuck his pitch is a little too high to be normal, “Well…”
Even glances back at him with raised eyebrows, “Wait really? I wasn’t?”
“Huh,” Even slides a hand through his hair, like he can’t decide on being amused or put out, “Do I know him?”
Even narrows his eyes, “Who?”
“Jo…nas?” Isak looked around, “Maybe.”
“Jonas?” Even blinked, “Like Jonas, Jonas? Oh fuck me.”
“I’d love to,” Isak said brightly, turning around and heading for the hallway, “We just gotta-”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Even’s arms come around Isak’s waist, “Jonas Noah Vasquez, huh? Curly haired bastard.”
Isak snorts, “You adore Jonas.”
“Yeah,” Even sniffs into his hair, “He is pretty cool.”
Isak tries to hide a smile, “…and hot… very hot.”
The arms tighten and before he knows it, Even is marching him to bed, “I’ll show you very hot.”
Do Not Tag As Sh/@nce or Sh/e!th or any other Sh@/adin ships
Lance could feel himself start to shake as Shiro had announced to them who he chose to lead Voltron in case he couldn’t.
It was Keith.
Lance took a breath and balled up his fist. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to blink away the stinging in his eyes as he stared at the floor.
Why should he even be surprised? It’s not as though he couldn’t see Shiro’s obvious bias towards Pidge and Keith. He knew that it wasn’t their fault or that they meant to be favored but it stung and he was getting increasingly frustrated at this.
Lance bit his lip before taking another deep breath and trying to calm himself down before catching Shiro’s shoulder when he told them to disperse.
“Shiro? Can I talk to you about something?” Lance asked
“Uh, yeah sure, about what?”
Another breath. “I wanted to talk to you about choosing Keith as the back-up leader.”
Shiro quirked a brow, Lance could tell he was going to have a hard time with this.
“Well you see Shiro…Keith…Keith isn’t a good choice for leader,” Lance had to fight to keep eye contact with Shiro, “you see he’s…impulsive and a hot-head. He’s a nice guy but he’s put us all in danger on numerous occasions beause he didn’t follow an order and he voted to leave Allura behind and-!” Lance could feel his confidence rise but Shiro raised a hand to silence him.
“Lance, I understand your concern but I’ve made my decision already.”
Shiro turned around and left Lance there with his anger festering and his pride hurt even more than before.
He ignored him.
Lance bit into his lip so hard it felt like it might draw blood. He felt the familiar sting at the back of his eyes and the heat on his neck. He blinked his vision in and out of focus as he felt his body shake with anger.
Lance was the only one left in the console room, so his voice echoed and bounced back to him with just as much disappointment and anger it had when the words left his lips.
“You’re not the you I thought you were.”
The next time Lance brings it up is when he’s hardened his attitude towards Shiro’s behaviour. He knows it’s not exactly his fault but the way he brushes Lance off is unacceptable and this time, Lance is Not Having It.
“Shiro.” Lance walked up to Shiro, he rather have missed all of the break between training than have to keep in his feelings.
Shiro turned around and sighed, “Lance, look, I know-” but this time it was Lance who cut Shiro off.
“No Shiro, you look.” Lance took one big breath before starting, “I understand that you are the leader and that you were thrown into this by yourself, but you see, you are extremely biased towards Pidge and Keith and honestly, I just can’t let that stand anymore man.”
Lance paused to see Shiro blinking in stunned silence, he took this as his cue to continue.
“Shiro, I understand that you know Keith the best and probably know what he’s capable of. But your making him stressed because your expectations of him are too damn high and you have to accept that there are things that not even Keith can do- nothing wrong with that Keith, it’s ok that you can’t- but instead you just say “I believe in you” and you tell him to basically change everything about himself so he can act like a good-…no I mean, so he can act like you. Shiro, you can’t expect that to magically fix anything!”
Lance took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before proceeding onto his next topic, “Do you even talk to Hunk ever?”
“Well-” Shiro began
“Outside of giving orders? Do you ever ask, ‘Hey Hunk, how was your day? Did you do anything new?’ Because as far as I know, all you can say to him is ‘Hunk, shoulder canon.’, ‘Hunk, you go with whoever on this mission to retrieve whatever.’, sometimes you can’t even address him directly! It’s just ‘Legs, do this!’ You don’t actually talk to him Shiro.”
“Also? Isn’t Allura the technical leader of Voltron? She actually knows Zarkon. She actually knows the aliens that we fight and that we talk to. Why are you acting as though you know this stuff? Even if Allura doesn’t know, most of the time Coran knows so he should also be consulted.”
“Yes, well I-”
“Not only that, but you didn’t consult anyone else when deciding Keith would be the Black Paladin. You didn’t check with Keith on how he felt about that, and even then he told you himself and you ignored it. What’s worse is that you didn’t even consult with your lion, the one Keith would be the pilot of. How do you know if she was okay with this? How do you know if this is what she wants?”
Shiro fell silent, it seems that this was the one that made him crack.
He felt a presence next to him and he fixed his stubborn gaze from Shiro to Keith.
Lance was getting ready to argue with Keith when the red paladin turned from Lance to Shiro and said, “Lance is right, Shiro.”
Lance blinked confusedly as Keith continued on, “You don’t listen to him at all. Remember the Blade of Marmora? You didn’t listen to Lance, and I nearly got myself killed. Granted, I wanted to go but… the point still stands.”
Keith crossed his arms as he finished his argument.
Lance felt a warm hand on his shoulder as he looked to see Hunk sending him an appreciative look before agreeing with the fire and ice paladins.
One by one, everyone from the Team Voltron stood behind or near Lance and agreed with him.
Shiro looked up from the linoleum tiles, seemingly ready to get criticized once more.
“What do you say?”
Shiro closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath before opening them once more and looking around the small group of people. “…and all of you feel this way?”
There was a small murmur of agreement and short little nods.
Shiro sighed, “You’re right Lance. I wasn’t thinking about anyone else but my own beliefs and bias.”
He turned to the two alteans to his left.
“I’m sorry for not consulting you on matters I know you would have more knowledge on. I…I tried to think that just because I lead Voltron I know everything but…not really.”
Shiro continued on down the line of paladins.
“Lastly, Lance…I’m sorry. You were right and….I was ignoring you. Thank you for pointing this out to me and…I know it was probably hard but…I’m proud of you.”
About two weeks later Shiro went to the Black Lion and asked if she would be willing to pick a backup to pilot her in case something happened to Shiro.
She said yes so, all the paladins (+Allura and Coran) would stand in front of her and allow her large, wisdom filled eyes to scrutinize them.
When Lance stepped in front of her he felt as though every crevice in his mind and soul was being checked and scrutinized. Before long, the Black Lion’s eyes started to glow.
She did it. She found her back-up paladin.
Hunk’s and Pidge’s cheers could be heard in the background as they whooped and hollered at Lance.
Lance felt waves of pride crash over him, before feelings of anxiety and guilt replace them.
But what about Blue?
Lance looked to the Alteans, knowing that the other paladins wouldn’t be able to fill out his spot without creating a new spot in Voltron needed to be filled. He played with the idea of Blue Paladin Allura, and while she could certainly fill out the spot with ease, he knows that she’s the pilot of the castleship, and if her was honest, that was a lot harder to replace than the pilots of Voltron.
Before announcing his decision he used his connection to the Blue Lion to ask her about if that was okay or not. She said it was fine so long as it wasn’t permanent and she could have Lance back. Lance smiled, Don’t worry my lady, you’re my one and only. He told her before turning to the alteans.
Summary: Stiles just wants something to take with him to
college. Something special.
Notes: I’ve been wanting to poke fun at this inconsistency
in the show for a while, and I finally wrote it! Just another excuse for a
little fluff and humor. (On AO3)
Derek grabs a few of Stiles’ heaviest boxes (but not enough
to be suspicious, who knows if the neighbors are watching), and slides them
into the back of the jeep with the rest of Stiles’ college “essentials.” He’d
said he was only taking the bare minimum, but Derek is beginning to doubt that.
At this rate, they’re going to have to pack some stuff in
the Camaro, too.
i. I always believed Love would have blue eyes and blonde hair.
I assumed Love would love to read,
and know exactly what to do
when my thoughts became too loud.
Love would also love to play Mario with me,
and would stand up to the mean kids at school.
Love never came.
ii. Love stumbled into my life when I was twelve years old.
Love had brown eyes and hair to match;
Love loved soccer and his sisters.
Love loved me—but not in the way I wanted Love to.
I watched Love, love so many others, but not me—
iii. In high school, love had blue eyes,
but he had blonde hair
with too much hair gel in it.
Love wore plaid everyday,
and played video games all night.
Love left without a goodbye.
Love never knew he was Love.
iv. Love has green eyes and blonde hair.
Love plays the ukulele and loves to
take literature classes.
Love has a quiet disposition,
and a contagious smile.
Love makes my hands stop shaking,
and slows down my thoughts
when they become too much.
v. Love does not know he is Love,
but that’s okay–maybe Love
does not need to know.
Maybe Love will not stay;
maybe Love cannot stay.
Maybe Love can only stay
for a short time,
Love is here now.
If I ever have to say goodbye to Love,
I will cherish the time I had with him,
and I will remember that Love was here for the exact
amount of time Love needed to be,
and now, Love must go
where Love is needed.
the (incomplete) story of Love in five parts (28/52) by (DS) [insp.]
Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously.
Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him.
Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them.
He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?
He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him.
Maybe it really fits to Malec ?
I mean after all the “I need your hair…” and “get out” thing this is what Alec will say?
Like that’s the way he’s going to apologize? He means that he will always believe Magnus, no matter what.
I don’t know… I don’t want to get my expectations too high but it really fits.
Probably I’m gonna die cause I already think too much.
“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him.
He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.
This is my first time writing a little bit of smut so hopefully it’s not horrible lol. Tell me if you want a part two!!
Harry calls you multiple times a week. The words I need you or I want you always made you feel a fire inside your belly.
He called you, he wants to be with you, you think to yourself. But then there’s times when you second guess yourself. If he actually wanted to see you or just have his dick sucked off.
You knew deep down the real answer but you pushed that in the back of your mind as you walked towards his flat at 12:30pm. He called you when you were at home lying in bed watching friends. You were going to have a night in this Friday, but harry rang you when you were in the mist of a laughing attack after the scene that just played out on your tv.
Not looking at the caller ID you picked up your phone, “hello?”
“What are you doing right now?” Harry quickly said with no introduction.
“Hello to you too. I’m fine thanks for asking.” You say sarcastically as you stuff your face with popcorn.
“Can you come over?” He asks eagerly.
You roll your eyes to look at your clock beside your bed side table.
“Harry it’s 12am…”
“I know, I know. It’s just….” Harry stops, trails off, and sighs.
“I need you, I really fucking need you right now.” His voice becomes low and husky.
Your cheeks turn red at his statement, he’s said it so many times, but it still makes you blush. You try and cover your face only to realize no one was actually here.
There was a long silence before you said, “ I’ll be there in 15.” You start getting up to brush your teeth. You didn’t want Harry to taste kettle corn on your lips.
You can hear Harry sigh in relief. “Ok drive safe, love.”
“I will bye.” You hang up the phone and your superego mentally yells at you. You ignore it even though you know you shouldn’t.
You and Harry have been doing this for awhile now. You don’t even know what it’s called. I guess it’s friends with benefits but you hated that term. You guys were just casual friends. But you always felt as if there was something more…
You made it to Harry’s door, you rummage through your little bag to try and find the spare key harry gave to you, after this became a regular thing. But before you could get it you hear the door unlock, and harry grabs your wrists and brings you inside.
Before you had time to even greet him he had you pushed up against the door frame and connecting his lips to yours. You were shocked at first but quickly kissed him back. Harry’s hands were on your waists as he brought his lips down your neck leaving trails down your neck.
“Someone’s a bit eager?” You says in between breathes. Harry has already got you flustered, hot, and bothered and you just came in the door.
“What took you so long?” He’s now kissing your collar bone, as he places his hands up your hoodie. “You said 15 minutes, that was bloody 30 minutes.”
Your heart was racing. “ I’m sorry, you called me at a very inconvenient time. I was in my Pjs looking like a mess. I had to get cleaned up a bit.”
Harry shakes his head and you frowned. He makes his way up your neck to your ear and whispers. “You look good in anything, you know I don’t give a fuck.”
You smile into Harry’s kiss cause you knew that. Harry would always make an effort to tell you that you don’t need to dress up for things like this. But I guess you were compensating for wishing you could get all dressed up and go out to dinner with Harry or something like that.
You quickly threw that thought in the back of your head and locked it up, for now. You didn’t want to think about that right now.
Harry brought you up to his room, and lays you down. It was dark but the street lights seeping through his blinds was enough to get a good look at Harry. Everytime you saw him you couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. His green eyes scans over your body as you take your hoodie off and he smirks at his favorite bra that he likes on you. You come towards him and slowly kiss his neck as your hands slowly went to his waist band and you started touching his hard.
“Oh fuck Y/N” Harry groans. You push him on the bed and take his boxers off and he flung up. He watches you as you take it in your hand and lick the tip. Harry shutters.
“Tell me what you want Harry” you whisper as you rub his balls.
“I-I just su-ck me off. Please just-” before he could finish you took him in your mouth. You could feel the veins of his cocks rub against tongue and you pushed harder. Bobbing your head as you placed your hands on his thighs feeling them up and down.
Harry was trying to control himself he always does, but he can’t help taking your hair in between his fingers and pulling your head closer. But you loved it when he did that, you loved his dominant side.
“Oh my god. Y/N… babe yes yes.” Harry grunts as you can feel him quiever inside your mouth. “I’m so close, can I… in your..” you knew what he meant and you agreed like you always did. But he was always so sweet to ask first. And soon after I looked at him with his cock in my mouth, he came in your mouth and you swallowed it all.
Before you could even catch your breath Harry had you on the bed and pulling off your pants. “Now it’s my turn.” He tells you. He pulls down your panties and gently glides his fingers over your slit.
“Already so warm and wet for me.” He says while hovering over you and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you.
“What do you want, love?” He asks as he brings your bra off your shoulder exposing your bare chest.
“Just fuck me Harry, please.” You whine cause you know he was teasing you. He likes too see you beg.
Harry looks like he’s thinking for a second and then shakes his head. You sigh and was about to yell at him that he made you come all the way here at 12am-
You Moan as he bent down to place your plump nipples in his mouth. He licked in between your breasts and left you sweet kisses.
“You are very pretty.” He says between kissess and you blushed even more then you already are.
Suddenly you felt Harry’s warm fingers on your clit and you jolted. He placed two fingers there and started moving in circles while still kissing your chest. You were panting.
“Harry… oh my gosh.” You felt him slid in two fingers and you couldn’t help but move your hips deeper into Harry’s fingers.
“Faster Harry, c'mon.” You pleaded.
“I want you to fuck my fingers babe, you do it.” You almost wanted to scream but Harry liked watching you move your hips.
You started a movement as your hips were trying to get the right angel, and when you did you couldn’t stop. You arched your back and started bouncing.
Your boobs started banging against your chest as Harry watch you in awe riding his fingers.
“Harry, im clo-se” but you need more movement you needed harry to move his fucking fingers.
“No not yet.” Harry demands.
“Harry….I need more-” before you finished he pulled his fingers out and you gasped, but before you had time to yell at him. He slide his cock right inside of you and both of you let out a huge Moan.
“Fuck, your so tight. I love it.” Harry pants. You could see the sweet on his forehead as he thrusts into you. You both were uttering curse words and on cloud nine because sex together is always the best.
Harry leans down and places wet kisses down your body and you just wanted him closer, even more closer then this.
You wanted him, all of him.
Harry grabs yours legs and spreads them even wider as he places his thumb back into your clit and rubs it. Pleasure was coursing through your whole body now and you didn’t want it to end.
“Tell me how it feels Y/N, tell me.” He demands.
“So good harry!” He thrusts harder “oh my gosh so fucking good I love your cock it fits perfectly.” You tell him and he smirks as he watches how you react to him. How every body part wanted him, and he loved it. He loved doing this with you.
“I’m close” Harry tells you as he grabs your hips and pushes you harder. And you were too.
Harry leans over and kisses you like his life depended on it while he slammed inside you and that’s when you both came undone.
You were coming down from your high when Harry was still hovering over you. You were both just staring into each others eyes, and you would do anything to know what he was thinking.
But he leans and gives you a slow and passionate kiss. It wasn’t like the few you shared while you were getting off.
But this was sweeter and slow.
Then Harry tumbles to the side of you. The room was silent for a little with both of you still trying to catch your breath. No matter how many times you do it with Harry, your body is still exhausted every damn time.
“I’m sorry if I called too late.” Harry’s face fell as You looked over at the his clock behind him and saw that it was 1:47am.
“It’s alright, Harry. I wasn’t doing anything just watching Tv.” You reassure him. Even if you were busy you always had time for him, or you would make time. You couldn’t help but tuck the little strand of his curl behind his ear. Your hand was on the side of his cheek as you gently strocked it.
“I know but you have to drive back home at almost bloody 2am.” You quickly take your hand back from his cheek and frown.
Harry yawns “I said that you have to drive really late at night to get back home.”
Then it dawned on you.
He wanted you to go home.
He didn’t want you here.
He did just want you to suck his dick.
You’ve never been to his house this late before, so the option of spending the night was never an option. But you thought maybe tonight… wow you felt so stupid.
You quickly got up and turned your back to him and started to get dress, suddenly feeling weird naked around him.
“I mean you don’t have to leave right now, you can wait a half hour or something if your a little soar or something.” Harry tries pulling your wrist back to him but you snatched it away.
“No, I should go. Your right.” You slip your underwear and pants back on and throw on your hoodie. You could feel him staring at you, and you just wanted to leave. You shouldn’t of even came you told yourself. You grabbed your phone and without saying a word, went downstairs.
You could hear Harry’s footsteps following you as you put on your shoes and picked up the keys you dropped on the floor. The memory of tonight’s events still fresh in your mind. And even when he is kicking you out you still wanted to stay. You wanted to smack yourself.
“Y/N are you alright?” Harry turns you around before you could leave with an frown on his face. You mentally sighed. You shouldn’t blame Harry. He understands that this is a casual thing. I shouldn’t be mad if he didn’t want anything more then just this.
Rule number one of this arrangement, don’t catch feelings. He clearly hadn’t so that’s that.
You crack a fake smile “Yeah I’m good. Next time don’t call me too late!” You fake laugh trying to wash away the sadness.
He smiles and nods and it looks like he was about to say something. You were hoping for him to tell you to stay. That he wanted to lay with you and just hold you in his arms, because that’s what you wanted so badly.
But he didn’t. He just placed his hand on the sides of your face and kisses you. You didn’t want to feel those butterflies in your stomach but you did, and you knew you couldn’t help it.
“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him.
He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.
So you leave knowing you would make it back. You liked Harry he was a good friend, you didn’t want to ruin whatever you had going on right now. So as you got in your car and started driving away. You decided to burry your feelings just a little deeper.
You wiped away the small tear that was falling down your cheek. He would just break your heart anyway. Forget your feelings.
“Alcohol does not change you, it just makes you lose control of your inhibitions. What those people did–it was inside them.” -Dan Howlter
Pre-cyborg? Definitely the sexual predator drunk. Can’t keep his hands off anyone, cat-calls, making offensive comments, and much more likely to make a move on you and wake up with you the next morning with no memory how he got there.
Liked all kinds of wild, new cocktails (Sakura martinis, Niagara Grapes, even Grasshoppers)
Even though he drank a lot back then, this pretty boy could never build up a proper tolerance. Two and a half cocktails in and he’s singing ebarassingly at the kareoke bar
Now, well, I’m not sure he can process alcohol in his new body
I mean, it hasn’t been explicitely said if he can eat and drink or not anymore, but I’m assuming not
This has actually been really bugging me, in one of his voice lines, he says “Ramen! *sigh* It’s just not the same anymore.”
Which raises the question if it’s just that he can’t eat or if things taste differently or don’t taste at all for him
Which then makes me wonder if he has a mouth, which I think he does uuugh, I’m so confused
And in the newest lines with him and Angela exchanging chocolates? Angela would know whether or not he can eat, so she either knows he can eat the chocolates or is just giving them to him as a kind gesture to show that even though he’s a cyborg, he still deserves the same courtesies given to regular humans
BUT for now, I’m going to assume he can’t drink anymore
Although he still has a brain, so that means his brain can still be intoxicated, so saying that he was somehow intoxicated through some other means…
He would be very unaccustomed to the feeling, after all, it’s been so long since he’s been tipsy or drunk
Gets very quiet and ponderous, examining himself curiously for any reasons why he feels buzzed (think Legolas after the drinking contest in Lord of the Rings)
As he says in the game, he prefers alcohol with more of a bite to it
So I’d say he prefers tequila, whisky, gin
Back in his Deadlock days, when he turned 16, the members probably gave him a little “initiation” involving a bottle of tequila, a lemon, Kosher salt, and a worm (look it up)
Drinking is a common part of Jesse’s life, and he almost always sipping on a glass of whisky in the evenings
Gets wasted at least once every two weeks
Not the most healthy lifestyle
But he’s pretty good at hiding that he’s drunk
Sure, he gets louder, sillier, maybe a little grope-y with his s/o, but when it comes to drunk tests, as long as there’s no breathalizers, he can walk a straight line like it’s nothing
Years of experience
He has a pretty high tolerance, he is a cowboy after all, and he can drink most anyone under the table
But after about 10 shots of tequila, he’s gonna get drunk
Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Jack quite a bit
These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
I’d even headcanon that he used to make the martinis and margaritas for the two of them
Can probably still shake up a potent drink even now
Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Jack, and Reinhardt. He had a friendly contest with Jack, but always resented Rein for winning 70% of the time
He came close to beating him once, but…
He has a pretty good alcohol tolerance even today, it’s just that he doesn’t drink much anymore (not sure if he even can in his ghostly form)
But even if he can drink as Reaper, he probably avoids drinking simply because it interferes with his work
Doesn’t want to look unprofessional
But before the fall of Overwatch, when he and Morrison were butting heads, he probably drank quite a bit to calm his nerves
And some nights he’d just drink, and drink, and drink…
A mix of the angry, emotional, and tired drunk
Starts off really pissed, maybe throwing things, complaining about how much he hates Overwatch
Then gets really emo and mopes. Back then it’d be about how he lost his friendship with Jack. Now it’d be about living as a literal ghost
Then just collapses and falls asleep
Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Gabriel quite a bit
These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Gabe, and Reinhardt
Almost always the first one out. Though, he has a decent tolerancy
Was probably still professional with his alcohol before the fall of Overwatch
He was the Strike Commander, after all
Only drank off-duty
Now, he’s a little less of gentleman and will drink beer and whisky whenever he feels like it
He’s a grizzly, war-worn old man, you think he cares?
He’s an angry and emotional drunk
He won’t start fights, but if someone says even remotely offensive about him or his friends, he’ll be up in their face!
But towards the end of the night, he’ll get really sad and will start to monologue about the “good ‘ol days”
Prefers sake or any smooth, sophisticated drink. Nothing with a “bite” to it like McCree likes
Has always been very responsible with his alcohol. He had an image to uphold after all, and that sense of duty has never left him
Slowly sips his sake, taking into account how much he’s had and when to stop
But he’s such a kill-joy when he drinks with friends or significant others
Always reminding them when they’ve gone over their limit, being dubious of whether or not they can handle certain drinks, and sometimes cutting them off entirely!
Very much like Symm when it comes to drinking. He’ll drink, but he doesn’t believe alcohol should be drank for the sake of getting drunk. It should be savored for its taste and history. Only drinks it to unwind
But he can still get drunk. Once he’s hit a nice buzz, his responsibility will begin to waver, and he’ll lose track of how much he’s had
Probably the emotional drunk, mumbling about how the Shimada empire was to be his, how horrible he was to kill Genji, blah blah blah…
Ooooh boy…Oh dear….
There is NOTHING this boy won’t drink (but it has to be confirmed alcohol. He will not drink turpentine or boot-shine just to get drunk)
But this boy won’t even shy away from moonshine!
For him, alcohol was MADE to get you drunk! Jamie doesn’t drink unless he is seriously aiming to get wasted!
But he’s not a total alcoholic. He never drinks when he’s on a heist because he knows it’ll affect his work
Only drinks when he knows he doesn’t have anywhere to be in the next 12 hours (this does not exclude day drinking)
Usually just drinks plain old amber fluid (Aussie slang for beer) since it’s the cheapest
Always makes sure his friends have something to drink along with him. Coldies for everyone!
But who said he was paying? Who said he didn’t steel the coldies?
Not sure what Jamison’s tolerancy is since he chugs his drinks too fast to keep track of. He wants to get on that high fast!
A loud, silly drunk who laugh maniacally and catches the bar on fire!
Despite his size, he can drink a lot.
In his drinking contests with Rein, Gabe, and Jack, he’d win occasionally
A very loud drunk who will do drunken jigs on the table
Good luck getting this man drunk. He’s drank some bars clean before
He’s seven feet tall, after all
Loves a good drinking contest since he knows he’ll usually win
But just like battle, he lives for that rush of competition as he swigs down another glass of beer, staring his opponent dead in the eyes
Prefers German beers with the occasional schnapps
IF somehow you got him drunk, I’m sorry
He’s loud and VERY unaware of his size and spatial relation
He’ll teeter around, knock things over, collapse into tables (breaking them), and knock people flat on their faces when he pats them on the back
And if he passes out, you’ll have to call a tow truck to haul him out of there
Doesn’t like to brag, but he has a tolerancy level to rival Reinhardt’s
Can often be caught day drinking on the couch with a coldie, even when he has somewhere to be that day (he can handle a few beers before then)
But usually doesn’t drink in front of people except Junkrat, since it requires him to lift up his mask or take it off entirely
If he were to brag about his drinking capabilities, then someone would try to get him to prove it, and he doesn’t want to take off his mask in public…
But then there’s Junkrat, bragging for him, “You wouldn’t believe how much my friend Roadie here can drink!”
“Mrrghh…” he grumble, “Shut. Up.”
The biggest, hungriest, sleepiest drunk. It’s hard to get him drunk, though
But once he is, he’ll suddenly start making drunk food decisions and ordering hugs amounts of food at once!
Then he’ll scarf it all down, let out a monstrous burp, and pass out…
You should have seen how much he ordered during Chinese New Year! Where do you think that highlight reel came from?
He likes a good drink as much as the average guy, but he’s always sure to be careful
An all-around wholesome guy who looks out for his friends too when they drink. Reminds them when it’s time to take a break, have a snack, or maybe stop all together
His favorite drinks are Jell-O shots and he loves drinking if it involves a drinking game
When he gets drunk, though, he’ll pull out his tunes and start playing them really loud!
Eventually he’ll dig up some irritating meme music and start blaring that, laughing hysterically to it
He’s been booted from a few clubs early in his career for playing annoying music. Now he knows when it’s time to be responsible.
Zenny can’t drink, but I’m sure there’s a way to screw with an omnics circuits and recreate a drunken feeling for them
And he’d be such a silly drunk! He is only 20 after all–sassy little college student…
The next morning he’d be so apologetic for anything he did. He’d say that he just wasn’t himself.
Imagine being Niklaus’ best friend. He’s under the impression you have no idea who/what he truly is, but after an accident that leaves you hopped up on the good drugs.. everything just comes tumbling out.
Klaus X Reader (Best Friends)
Klaus is enjoying some much needed quiet time, painting in his studio and sipping on some bourbon. New Orleans has been calm for quite some time now and the Mikaelson family has finally found the peace they fought for, for so long.
His cell rings and after carefully setting down his paintbrush, he digs out the offending noise maker and answers it without so much as glancing at the caller ID. “This better be important.”
“Um,” the voice wavers. “May I speak to a Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson, please?”
Requested- “smut with either ash/luke where you’re the little spoon and you’re moaning in your sleep so he wakes you up by eating you out and then you come and think its over but he carries on and totally over-stimulates you”
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
It was Ashton’s first night back from tour. Although you tried staying up with him to spend as much time together as possible, he wasn’t used to the different timezone, resulting in him laying wide awake all night, holding you in his arms while you slept soundly.
It was around 5 am when you started twitching. First it was your leg, moving against his every once in a while, then it was your hips, grinding into the mattress as soft moans escaped your mouth. Ashton looked over at you, smirking when he realised you were having a dirty dream.
An idea popped into his head and he slid his arm out from underneath your head, crawling to the end of the bed. He lifted the duvet, moving it to his side of the bed. Your legs curled up, an instant reaction to the cold air. He gently spread your knees apart, careful not to wake you up. He placed a kiss on to the material of your underwear before inching it down your legs and placing it next to him.
Ashton glanced at your glimmering heat in excitement, his tongue swiping out and licking your clit slowly. He sucked the nub into his mouth, his teeth pulling on it gently before letting it go, watching it retract to its original position. He continued eating you out, his tongue delving inside your pussy and swiping around your walls as he moaned at your taste. Grabbing your hips, he burrowed his face further between your thighs, his nose nudging your clit as he pokes his tongue in and out of your hole.
He looked up upon hearing a light groan, seeing your eyes slowly flutter open. You gave him a sleepy smile and ran your hand through his hair, stroking the soft curls. With a grin, he returned to pleasuring you. You moaned loudly, your hips grinding into his face, eager to have his tongue deeper inside you. You felt yourself reaching your high. Your back arched off the bed as you gasped for breath, trying to regain composure after your orgasm.
You expected Ashton to stop and come cuddle, but to your surprise, he continued licking up your juices.
“Ash, what are you doing?” you moaned, grabbing onto the sheets on either side of you as he sucked on your clit.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he lifted his head, his face wet with your arousal. “I’m gonna make you squirt.”
“Ashton, no, I’m too sensitive.” you whine, wiggling in discomfort.
“I know.” And with that, his tongue delved back into your pulsing core.
You clenched your thighs around his head, scrunching your toes and squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure. You didn’t know how much longer you could last without cumming. Just as you felt your high wash over you, Ashton detached his lips from your pussy and entered two fingers, thrusting in and out rapidly. Guttural grunts escaped his lips as he watched your body convulse in pleasure.
He curled his fingers upwards as he thrusted, the pads hitting your g-spot immediately. He added another finger, moving them in and out of you with less ease as he felt you tighten around his hand.
“You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum for me, Y/N?” he asked, taking out his fingers and rubbing your clit quickly, watching your pussy throb for a couple seconds before squirting juice like a fountain. You screamed at the intense pleasure, Ashton breathing heavily as he looked at your naked body underneath him, a goddess tangled up in sheets. He flopped down next to you, wrapping his arm around you as you cuddled into his side.
I know absolutely everyone and their mothers have done this, but I also wanted to write what I enjoyed the most about WTTM
Hey yes I’m an otayuri shipper and I will focus this onIS YUURI’S MOM PRAYING TO VICCHAN AFTER YUURI MEDALED?!?!?!!?!??!!?!?!? AND MAKKACHIN IS THERE TOO THIS IS SUCH A TENDER MOMENT I’M SO GLAD THEY INCLUDED THIS
Yuri leaning on his right hand when talking to Yakov and Lilia is one of the most aesthetically pleasing things I’ve seen in a while
LILIA BARANOVSKAYA WITH HER HAIR DOWN AND BEING THE PROUDEST OF YURI!!!!! I love Yuri and Lilia’s relationship so much! I wish they’d expand more on them next!!
OKAY, lemme start on the otayuri. You see, when you *don’t* care about things, your brain tends to not look up for them, right? And when you *want* or *like* something, you start seeing it everywhere, right? Well, there were so many people at the hotel lounge and it was a big distance, YET, Yuri saw Otabek walking as if he was subconsciouly looking out for him.
MASUMI SAN MADE AN APPEARANCE
“You are only 18 yourself!!” YURI PLISETSKY, 15-ALMOST-16, UNDERSTANDS THAT PEOPLE OF 18 AREN’T REALLY ADULTS
Otabek is such a kid lmao, running away from Yuri after he said his age seems like a responsible choice, but for me that’s so childish haha, like, “oh no, he’s a child™” rotfl honestly
Yuri screaming they are done and then remembering he needs someone to bitch it’s best friends forever behavior right there AND IT’S BEEN 3 DAYS
I LOVE FRIEND GANGS AND NOW I NEED 764985745 FICS OF MILA, SARA, MICKEY AND EMIL PARTYING
Sara Crispino doesn’t have time for your bullshit and will set a Czech guy to lift you if you mess up with her crew
“Maybe Otabek feels bad because he lost to you”, “Who cares, I’m his friend” the contract has been sealed, Otabek should have read the finer print tbh
LEO DE LA IGLESIA AND OTABEK ALTIN ARE FRIENDS CONFIRMED I’D LIKE TO THANK LIFE AND JESUS
Leo is a stalker confirmed
Yuri “I hate you all and will destroy you with my knife shoes“ Plisetsky accepted talking and interacting to people he’s not friends with only to find Otabek. Imma be real, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to get into someone else’s pants AND YET
I’m sorry but it’s confirmed that ALL skaters stalk Otabek on a daily basis, 100% canon, confirmed, don’t touch me
My heart got broken because Chris’ heart is broken
Georgi doesn’t have Yuri’s number I CACKLED
YURI PLISETSKY WENT BACK TO THE HOTEL TO PUT ON CLOTHES THAT HELD MEANING TO OTABEK, THEN TEASINGLY SHOWED THEM YES SURE KID, THAT’S FRIENDLY BEHAVIOUR, SURE
it’s been 3 days and they have already mastered the ‘talking through the eyes’ bff thing, do you see the chemistry or do I need to pull out the periodic table and slap your face with it
Yuri opening up to Otabek and talking to him about his skating. This is again what I love about them the most, that Yuri knows Otabek respects him above all and can confide him with what he treasures the most, his skating.
Yuri never asks for advice and he’s asking Otabek for advice.
Yuri‘s body language. He’s already very intimate with Otabek and leans on him when talking. Otabek doesn’t seem to mind.
Otabek’s second smirk™
“I didn’t want things to end awkwardly between us” the fact Otabek thinks this could have happened breaks my heart, he is so desperate for Yuri’s friendship but doubts himself a lot.
“That’s the Yuri I most want to see” take this platonically or romantically, I don’t care, but sometimes you love someone SO MUCH, you only want them to succeed, be their best and let them inspire you as well. Otabek’s feelings for Yuri are so pure and ask for nothing in return but to let him see.
“I realize that this is probably just one moment. One brief moment in my long life to come. But like hell I’m gonna let this one moment control me. And… If I can just trust… That what I love is the key to my salvation… Then I can be reborn as many times I like on the ice.”
The last part is so beautiful and sweet and appeals to my poetic needs like you guys can’t even imagine. I don’t care about the rest of the manga, this is what I’m treasuring and remembering♥♥♥ About the first part, Yuri is not only passionate about skating, he loves it, he belongs to the ice, he wants to devote himself to the ice as long as he can. This reminded me of episode 4 when he said he only had a short time frame to make history and how could you not love and respect such a passionate person like him♥♥♥ This is why Yuri Plisetsky is my favorite character.
Am I the only one who when saw the bad scanned manga thought Yuuri was trembling when lifting Victor and cackled loudly? No? Just me? ok
Intensely eyefucking your best friend of 3 days:
Not having any damn idea what I’m getting myself into but I can’t let you down because I set the bar way too high after that soldier’s eyes line:
This needed more JJ am I the only one with JJ needs after this?
They didn’t plan to pair skate in advance. The glove was not planned. I shall repeat myself: Taking the glove off with his teeth was not planned.
WHAT DID YURI HAVE IN MIND WHEN HE STUCK HIS FINGERS THERE, THEN
HOW DOES OTABEK KNOW HOW TO TAKE CLOTHES WITH HIS TEETH AND NOT BITE IN THE PROCESS
CAN HE DO THAT WITH CONDOMS
Please read this post with what little I wrote after because this is what I thought of the presentation in general. More or less, I believe WTTM portrays their future relationship in an interesting way.
It was the small things you noticed about Theo. His constant day dreaming and fear stricken expression he wore every time he was brought out of his day dream. His constant bickering with Scott and Stiles in the hallways and in classes. His negativity was not a result of his overly sarcastic personality, but because of the darkness in his heart.
But nevertheless, Theo did find himself attached to you. Whether he’d agree to it or not. He was protective. He did not want the one good thing in his life to be taken away, too. He’d constantly look for you whenever you two were separated.
In History, the one class he had with Scott and Stiles but not with you, he and Scott smelt the smoke before the fire alarms even went off. He immediately shot up from his chair, knowing that the smoke burned your lungs almost as bad as cursing molted your wings, and ran to the door, but got called back by the teacher. “You have to stay with the class, Mr. Raeken.” Theo huffed and rolled his shoulders back.
As the class evacuated, he attempted to catch your scent but couldn’t with the smoke polluting the air. Theo grabbed Scott’s shoulder, making the alpha and his best friend turn to glare at the chimera. “What, Theo?” Scott snapped.
“Look, I don’t care if I hate you or if you hate me. But (Y/N). She… she can’t breath in the smoke. I can’t catch her scent. Please, Scott.” Theo practically begged. Although Stiles had said hell to the no, Scott agreed not wanting an innocent life to be lost.
The two snuck back into the school and attempted to search for you. Eventually they found you in the cafeteria, the source of the fire, he figured that you were helping the lunch ladies evacuate, forgetting that you would suffocate in the smoke. “God, you’re such an angel… It’s literally going to kill you, (Y/N).” Theo whispered as he scooped up your small body and brought you outside.
As he passed the two outside, he nodded and muttered a “thank you.” He figured that you, being supernatural, might not want to be sent to the hospital so instead he kept you hidden in his truck until you regained consciousness. He watched as you slept, your head slumped to the side, resting on the window. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.
And that’s when he knew that there was a slight possibility that he might actually have fallen for an angel.
You have been driving on a long road to get to the this stop, but it was worth it. You found it hard to show Theo the “right path” for he was so consumed by the darkness of his past. But it wasn’t impossible to get him to face the right direction, towards the light.
“If you’re an angel, you’re going to help that kid if I trip him, right?” Theo pondered, nodding over to Mason and Corey, who were both walking your way.
You tilted your head and began to protest, “please, don’t-” but it was too late, Theo stuck his leg out, tripping Mason.
You sprung into action, reaching out and getting a grip on the teen before he could completely fall on the floor. “Thanks.” He muttered, dusting himself off before taking Mason’s hand and walking off.
“That was graceful.” Theo complimented, a smirk forming on his face.
“And that was rude. You should apologize.” You said, crossing your arms. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, wordlessly fighting for dominance. You ultimately losing to his stubbornness.
But as weeks flew by, Theo showed less aggression and plain out rudeness.
The two of you were leaned up against the lockers. His words were no longer snarky and challenging. Instead he spoke as though the two of you have been friends for ages.
His arms were crossed as his left shoulder leaned into his locker, his eyebrows raising at something you said about your older sister loving a human.
“Is it bad for an angel to love a non-angel?” He inquired, genuinely curious, wanting to know if his bubbling feelings could ever be reciprocated.
You shrugged, feeling your wings rub against your denim jacket. “It’s not bad, exactly. More like frowned upon. We’d have to give up our wings to be with them. It’s seen as turning your back against your family and God.”
“Good thing I’m an atheist.” Theo joked. His foot was slightly out, causing Liam, who was rushing past to meet with Hayden, to trip over. But Theo acted quickly, reaching over and balancing the beta. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean it. Honest.” You smiled at his improvement. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all.
Theo’s fingers interlocked with yours, tugging you towards your next period. You knew it was a friendly gesture but you couldn’t help the heat rising to your face. “C’mon, (Y/N). Angels don’t skip class.” And then you felt your heart beat faster and the blush on your cheeks intensifying
“My sister gave up her wings.” You informed Theo. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. You shared that your sister fell in love with a human but he never knew just how extreme she’d got be with him.
He carried your books as the two of you walked side by side. To those passing by, you two looked more like a couple than an angel and her ward. “Would you ever do it?” He asked. You glanced over to him. “Give up your wings?”
You shook your head. “Never. I love being an angel.”
“Even if you truly loved a non-angel?” He questioned, his brows furrowing.
“Angels aren’t selfish. We don’t give up our wings because of our own selfish interests. We shouldn’t want both.” You explained.
“It’s okay to want something for yourself.” He muttered, feeling his heart break a bit as he shoved your books into your hands and walked off. You being left shaken and confused.
But he didn’t know that in your mind, you’ve considered it. You’ve considered the possibility of your wings leaving you, unburdening you. You’ve considered being with Theo, not because you have to but because you’d love to. In the months you’ve spent with each other, you knew one thing for certain. You love Theo Raeken.
You confided in your mother about your conflicted feelings. “I apologize if I disappoint you, mother. I just… I love him… I really do. And I know (Y/S/N) has disappointed you enough, but-”
“Beacon Hills has really taught my girls to bloom. You both found love here. I’d hate for our family and our values to get in the way of that. But (Y/N), love comes with a price. I think you know that. But when that love is as true as can be, a part of your past life as an angel shall remain with you.“ She smiled. You nodded. “So be free my little angel. Fly to where your heart leads you.”
And that’s exactly what you did.
“Theo!” You called out, knowing that he’d be in a clearing, past the bridge where they found his sister. You flied past the trees but not too high where you’d get caught. You enjoyed your last flight as an angel, but something told you it wasn’t your last.
“What are you doing here?” He questioned, his guard up high like it once was.
“I love you.” You confessed. “I love you, Theo Raeken.”
“Finally…” Theo muttered as he pulled you close and into a kiss. “I love you, too…”
“Some Things Change.” You sighed. “And whether it’s good or bad, I’ll accept change if it means I can be with you.”
And then you felt your wings sink into your skin. It wasn’t painful, though it was a weird sensation. Your wings had engraved themselves as tattoos of angel wings, covering your shoulder blades and all of your back. You felt as if it wasn’t the last time you’d see those wings because although they were physically gone, you knew you would soar in the sky once more. You knew you didn’t completely give up being an angel just yet.
(Oh and this is what I was attempting to describe but they aren’t the same wings.)