i just made it up as i went along

anonymous asked:

So there's this post going around st*ny circles that basically says as a "burn", oh everyone's comparing Steve Trevor to Steve Rogers but "at least Trevor was a real captain" and lmfao what the fuck, do these morons not realize Cap is an actual fucking captain as well. It's not a fucking ~title~ or stage name, it's his goddamn rank, he's O-3 and he earned it because THAT IS HOW WARTIME PROMOTIONS WENT jfc. Ugh. Sorry for the impromptu rant in your inbox, I'm just fed up with this ignorant shit.

I’d be pissed along with you (normally I am whenever I encounter Steve hate) but I’m too amused at their ignorance. Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face! LOL! When you try so hard to be a hater, but end up looking like an idiot because you got your facts so incredibly wrong.

In other words, you are 100% correct, Anon, and the people who made and are reblogging that post are 100% wrong. Steve was a legit Captain.

Rank insignia for army officers, including the rank of Captain…

Steve Rogers in full army dress uniform circa Captain America: First Avenger

It’s called a field promotion or battlefield promotion. And when you skip a rank it’s called a jump-step promotion. Very common during WW1 and WW2, in fact, very common right up to the Vietnam War when such commissions were replaced by a centralized promotion system. 

According to the army website: “Battlefield promotions are predicated on extraordinary performance of duties while serving in combat or under combat conditions.”

Which is how Steve was awarded the promotion.

More on the practice of battlefield commissions: “A battlefield commission is awarded to enlisted soldiers who are promoted to the rank of commissioned officer for outstanding leadership on the field of battle. The granting of a battlefield commission has its historical predecessor in the medieval practice of the knighting or ennoblement of a plebeian combatant on the battleground for demonstration of heroic qualities in an exceptional degree.”

You know what the irony of this situation is? Years ago, circa 2009, a movie came out featuring a young soon-to-be Captain who was promoted in a very similar fashion to the way Steve Rogers was promoted by the end of the movie, i.e. skipping rank to be granted the commission of Captain after leading a courageous mission against a serious threat. That character was James T. Kirk, who, incidentally, was played by Chris Pine. And I once defended Kirk’s promotion in a similar way to the way I’m defending Steve’s rank now, as Kirk, like Rogers, is one of my all-time favorite characters.

I think I must be destined to a life of defending young Captains played by actors named Chris from imbeciles who don’t bother to check their facts before making ridiculous posts. :D

Ten Years (Part 8)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)

A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 -

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BTS Taehyung / Words: 3641 / Warnings: smut - oral, light pain play (tae likes biting a lot) 
“I just want to hold you for just long enough, so you don’t get tired of me telling you: I love you so much.”

You watched the light from your decorative candles flicker along your walls, illuminating your room just enough so that you weren’t in complete darkness. You went over to your window and shut out the cold air that pricked at your skin. The scent of flowers earlier in the day had gotten your hopes up and made you think that maybe, just maybe the weather was warming up. But once the sun had gone down, it was still too cold to enjoy it fully. You opted instead to keep your doors and windows shut tight so that you could enjoy the warmth of your apartment as well as your flimsy excuse for a nightgown.

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Birthday Present // Jack Maynard***

Words Count- 1445


Can you write a smut where it’s jack’s birthday party. he and the reader sneak away from the party and have sex in his car. bc what’s a better present than birthday sex? (;

A/N- THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO PLEASE BE NICE. Please give me your feedback but pls keep it nice. Hope you enjoy :)


You and Jack had been dating for a little over seven months now. Your relationship was still very new in terms of length so you were still in the ‘everything ends in sex’ stage. Which neither of you two complained about. The sex with Jack wasn’t like any other sex you had had. He was experienced to say the least; he knew all of your weak spots and he knew exactly what to say to have you weak at the knees.

Jack was a very sexual person; and half the time he wasn’t even trying. Once he had walked out to the kitchen after just waking up. His hair was still messy from his previous sleeping state and his boxers hung low on his hips. It took everything in your body to not pounce on him then and there. Who are you kidding? You had leapt from your spot on the couch and into his arms. He was caught off guard but didn’t fail to show you a good time.

Now, with all this said there was one thing you two hadn’t shared together.

You two had yet to celebrate a birthday together. You had celebrated your birthday right before Jack had asked you out, and Jack’s birthday was in a few days. So you had no idea what to give him.

What’s too much?

What’s not enough?

You tried to ask Conor, Josh and even Anna, but they’re replies were all the same.

“He’ll like whatever you get him.”

So after a long conversation with your mom you had come up with the perfect present. At breakfast you would give him a new watch that he’s been wanting. Then at his birthday party you would give him the tickets and VIP passes to an upcoming Arsenal game. And then, as the night came to a close you would give him his last present.


What’s a better birthday present than birthday sex?

To Jack, the answer was absolutely nothing.

So to complete the last present, you went and bought a new black lacy two piece lingerie.


Today was Jack’s birthday so you started the day off with waking him up to kisses on his neck.

“Mornin’ love,” he said sleepily.

“Happy birthday baby,” you said, continuing to kiss him.

“Thank you, so what are our plans for today?”

You laid on his chest, “Well, your party is tonight. But until then, I don’t think anything.”

“I have a few ideas,” he smirked, flipping you two over.


After some playful morning sex, you two had breakfast and you gave him his first present. He loved it and made sure to give you plenty of thank you kisses. After breakfast you two Skyped his parents and Anna to say hi and so they could wish him a happy birthday. Then you two went out to lunch with Conor.

Finally it was that time of night to go to his party. It was being held at a very large venue and many people were there. You walked around with Joe as Jack mingled with some friends from America.

“So, what’d you get Jack?” you ask, sipping on your drink.

“Nothing big, just a vinyl of Michael Jackson’s greatest hits,” he shrugged.

“He’s going to love that,” you laughed.

“How about you?” he asked.

You spun around, showing yourself, “You’re looking at it.”

Joe snorted, “You definitely beat me.”


The night was still young as you wandered around the large venue, searching for the blonde that you call your boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but have you seen Jack?” you asked Caspar who was in a deep conversation with Alfie.

“Nope, sorry Y/n,” he gave you a smile and turned back to Alfie.

You continued walking until you found another familiar face.

“Hey Josh, have you seen Jack?” you asked the ginger.

“Yeah,” he slurred. “He went to the bathroom.”

You thanked the South African and headed towards the restrooms. Without thinking, you walked into the men’s room.

“There you are,” you chuckled. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“You do know you’re in the dude’s room right?” he laughed.

“I don’t care,” you shrugged.

“Okay, well let me fix my hair then we can go back out.” he turned his attention back to the mirror and you watched him.

You hadn’t noticed until now just how good he looked. He was wearing a white button up along with a black blazer. He had on black dress pants and white sneakers. You suddenly felt flushed as you stared at your boyfriend.

He continued to run his hands through his hair, oblivious to how he was making you feel. You felt a sudden wetness.

“Jack?” you said, walking towards him.

“Yes?” he said, focus remaining on the reflection.

You reached up to his hear, “I need you.”

He turned, “What?”

“I need you,” you said, looking up at him.

He grabbed your hand led you out of the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Well I’m not gonna take you in the bloody bathroom.”

“We both know you would,” you giggled.

“True, but I have a much better idea.” he said, opening the door to go outside.

“And what’s that?” You asked, the cold air hitting your bare skin.

Jack turned and gave you a cheeky grin, “What’s a better gift than car sex?”

You laughed, “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

You two found your way to Conor’s SUV and quickly got into the back.

“Happy birthday,” you said against his lips as you straddled him.

He flipped you over so you were laying on your back and began lifting up your dress.

“Wait,” you stopped.

He detached his lips from your neck, “What’s wrong?”

You sat up, “It’s your birthday, and you shouldn’t have to do anything.”

“I don’t mind,” he says simply.

“No.” you insisted, pushing him back into the seat. “Just relax.”

You unbuckled his pants and slid your hand into his boxers. You grabbed his length and began pumping up and down.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Please, Y/n.”

“What do you want baby?” You asked innocently.

“Your mouth.”

He pushed his jeans down lower and you lowered your mouth around his tip. You continued pumping as you put more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck, oh my god.” He moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair.

You continued bobbing your head, his hand guiding you farther. Seeing him so vulnerable made you wet.

“Shit, Y/n. I’m gonna-” before he could finish, he released his load into your mouth. You swallowed and went back up to kiss him, raising your dress and pulling it over your head.

“You planned this?” he asked, eyeing your black lingerie.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

“I love you, but I need you,” before you could protest Jack ripped the lingerie in half.

“Jack!” you yelled, slapping his chest.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, just ride me.” He locked his eyes on you, hands on your hips.

You grabbed his dick, guiding it along your wet folds.

“I love you,” your eyes stayed on his as you pushed him into.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, thrusting into you.

You moaned, trying to get used to him. No matter how many times you two fucked, Jack always stretched you out like it was the first.

“Fuck,” you breathed, leaning down to kiss his neck. He dug his fingers into your hips, pushing into you more and more each time.

“Right there!” you cried as Jack hit your g-spot. You rocked your hips, grinding on his dick.

“D- Do the-the thing,” he stuttered as you continued to ride him.

You chuckled, turning on his dick so you were facing away from him. Jacks hands immediately went to your ass, massaging it. You put your hands on his thighs, and pulled off him so only his tip was inside you. You slowly made your way back down his length, moving your hips in little circles.

“Fuck babe,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

You felt your stomach clench around his throbbing dick, “Fuck!”

You turned back around, bouncing up and down as Jack released his load into you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me,” as he said those words you let the bundle in your stomach come undone, your juices going all over him.

You collapsed onto his chest, “Happy birthday babe.”

“Thank you babygirl,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“We better go,” you said sadly.

“Yeah, if Conor finds out we fucked in his car he’s going to kill us.”

You both chuckled as you put your clothes back on and returned to party acting like nothing happened. Though everyone knew what you two had just done.

A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)

Dear Nintendo,

If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close. 

The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.

Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.

I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…

So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.

…Ah but that’s only the beginning.

 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game.

Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone. 

And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?

So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.

“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos). 

One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.

I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package. 

Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.

From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did. 

One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart. 

Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?

Thank you, Nintendo.

- Elijah 

P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!

*Austin Moore from Earth Art Gem and Jewelry (https://www.etsy.com/shop/mooredesign13) made both our rings, with Lisa’s being a custom made design. Absolutely recommend!

P.P.S. Here is a link to the video (also included within post) of me proposing to my now fiancee (with Mario Kart included - as well as a Zelda cake): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukkw6XI4jTo 

Thank you, Nintendo.

Let’s Be Civil

Hi all,

It’s come to my attention that @hazuki_no_yume and @TheBlackCero have been voicing some concerns about youtaite not crediting the use of their translations when using them for translated lyrics. The bulk of those concerns being voiced at @splendiferachie. Now, I can’t say I know every aspect of this argument since I can only look through what has been said online, but I’d like to voice my opinion on this anyway.  


To start, I’d like to give a little history to this argument to show how we got to where we are today. Years ago, for each moderately popular vocaloid song, there would be at least a few fan translations. This was because there were less songs but still a really dedicated community. Of course youtaite were around as well and, from my own experience, would gather a decent understanding of a song through multiple translations and then make lyrics based upon that understanding. As I went along, I took up studies in Japanese so that I could better translate at least phrases but still need the help of other translations. I admit there are those whose lyrics are just edited translations made to sloppily fit singable lines, but that is more of a grievance on the front of lyric writing ability which is a whole other argument I’d love to have sometime. 

Anyway, as the years went by, many translators came and went while Vocaloid songs only grew in number. Youtaite like Rachie and I have tried to keep up with the constant demand for new songs probably as much as the active translators out there but the task isn’t easy. Really, years seem to have flown by at this point. And that’s why I believe it’s been easy to lose sight of crediting translations since my own mindset still believes we’re back in the days where translators were faceless or lost in the sea of fan submissions. I still struggle to justify crediting a certain translator sometimes when I feel I’ve strayed so far from what they’ve made. If a translator were to privately message me asking respectfully to give them credit, I don’t think I would ignore it though. We come from a community based on building atop shared creations and so if anyone were to suddenly claim hard lined territory, it would be nearly insane.

My Opinion

I agree that asking for credit is a reasonable request. I do not believe youtaite come with the intent of being cruel. In fact, we’ve often been friends with the translators we borrow from but people come and go and communities change.

But my long post doesn’t end here because I have some problems with the way that they have carried out this argument. As you can tell, I believe in thoughtful discussion and giving others the benefit of the doubt. If there is a problem between me and another person, I think the right thing to do is have a private discussion and if that fails, try other equally reasonable routes. Excessively slandering someone until they give into your demands is not one of those routes. I’d like to give some examples of the excessiveness I’ve seen:

(Credit to @TheBlackCero)

Insinuating that you wish death upon a user for not crediting your translation in a public forum is not much of a compelling point in your argument. I’m not saying there isn’t a real justified point lost in the piles of passive aggressive memes, but the way in which it’s been gone about? It’s more likely to start a fight than have an actual discussion about simply putting a name in a description box. I won’t stand beside everything Rachie tweets or says because those are her words, not mine, and I would expect her to do the same for me. But I won’t support brigading her over something I believe she would have agreed to if approached respectfully. I won’t give more examples of these memes in which the hatred of her and all youtaite is expressly stated, but I do also want to say how kind of silly this entire situation is. The fact that it’s gotten to a point in which I have to write a post as long as this to explain simply that:

If you want something from someone, approach them respectfully first

And if you just want to be angry or talk bad about someone, do it behind closed doors like everyone else.

- Juby


The moon was full tonight and all you did for the past hour was cry into your pillow. You got in a terrible fight with your boyfriend, Kai because he got incredibly jealous over some guy you were having a simple conversation with at The Grill. Kai took it the wrong way as he seen the both of you smile at each other, which led to Kai nearly beating the man to death and you ran out of The Grill crying. You allowed the tears to stream down your face as your drove to the house you lived in with your brothers, Stefan and Damon.

Being a vampire and all, you had incredible hearing, which assisted you in hearing a knock on the front door. You were too distraught to care about getting out of bed to answer the door, especially since your eyeliner and mascara left marks down your cheeks. Thankfully, Stefan was home so he answered the door. You heard a remarkably familiar voice say to Stefan, “Is Y/N home?” Aw man, it was your boyfriend, Kai. He’s the last person you want to talk to at the moment.

“Yup. But she’s a mess right now thanks to you. So if you would please-” Stefan attempted to close the door on Kai, but he stopped it with his hand.

“-come on, Stefanie. Help me out here.” Kai begged. If this were Damon that answered the door, he’d most likely slam the door on Kai’s face before he can even get a word out.

“You’re hilarious.” Stefan said sarcastically with a straight face, he didn’t laugh whatsoever. He tried closing the door again, but of course, Kai wasn’t finished just yet.

“Okay seriously. Can I at least come in?” Kai asked.

Stefan answered with a nod, moving out of the way to allow the heretic to step foot inside.

“Alright, so what do you want?” Stefan asked as he was pouring himself a drink.

Kai took a seat on the couch, looking like a sad puppy. “I know I’m a-”

“-sociopath.” Stefan cut him off, letting out a chuckle.

“Right right. I know what I did was psychotic, but dammit I love Y/N. Your sister brings out the good in me more than anyone ever could.” Kol made known.

“And I’m supposed to care, why? You’re still a sociopath.” Stefan, and especially Damon never were a fan of Kai. They were aware of the incredibly awful things he’s done in the past, but seeing as he’s never laid a hand on you, they both decided to tolerate him for you.

“Just please. I need to see her. I need to apologize.”

“Kai?” You spoke as you stood at the bottom of the stairs where he could see you from where he’s sitting.

Kai and Stefan turned their head once they heard your voice. After noticing it’s you, Kai’s face lit up and he immediately stood up to bolt towards you. “Y/N.”

Kai went on his knees and started kissing the crap out of both of your hands. I guess that’s his way of showing how sorry he is. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, baby girl.” Your boyfriend pleaded with nothing but despair in his eyes.

Stefan just rolled his eyes and started walking towards the stairs to his room, but he made sure to give you a kiss on the cheek as he walked by.

“I heard everything you said.” You muttered to Kai.

Kai stood up to face you and noticed the dried tears and makeup along your cheeks, so he licked his thumb, slightly wiping away a bit of it to show his affection. “And again, I’m sorry, hunny bun. How about we get your face all cleaned up and I’ll take you out to your favorite ice cream place.”

Food is definitely the way to your heart. You love Kai so much that you couldn’t help but smile and nod at his gesture. You don’t completely forgive him just yet, but this is a start.

boopymooplier  asked:

Hi Robin! What would you recommend to watch to learn a bit on how to make videos like the ones with Anti?

Well, any tutorials on just learning Premiere would probably serve you well, though I can’t really point to anything particular since I pretty much just winged it and made it up as I went along. Sorry!

Watching reference footage of something you wanna learn, and trying to recreate it just for learning purposes is always useful with anything though, not just in editing! As long as you learn the skills from it, and not just copy flat out that is. I remember seeing SO many reel-intros and demos back after my school-days from people who’d just followed Andrew Kramers After Effects tutorials on Video Copilot, and replaced the graphics with their name or whatever. Don’t do that. But learn from it :)

The initial spike of terror had passed– Edward was still standing in the bathroom, his glass lay shattered on the ground and the water was still running. His toothbrush lay in the sink forgotten. The thing he had spotted in the mirror– the shadow of a dark uniform trenchcoat hanging on the inside of the linen closet door– still hung there innocently.

Edward sucked in a deep breath but his chest still felt tight, was still contracted with fear. He felt like he was floating outside his body, but both his feet felt like blocks of concrete, immovable and heavy. Cold sweat burst out across his skin and, despite the sweater and lounge pants, he started shivering uncontrollably as his weight became impossible to hold up and Ed sunk to the ground.

He tried to breathe again, but now it was like his chest had locked up entirely, and the fuzzy threads of panic began to weave in over the first jagged edges of fear, softening them down but somehow being so much worse than his initial fight-or-flight reaction.


Roy’s voice was muffled as Edward stared at the tiled ground and broken glass. He was distantly aware that he had put his hands on his head, but couldn’t seem to remember doing it, nor could he really feel them.

Another sucked in breath and his chest felt like it was screaming in pain.


Roy’s knees came into the darkened edges of Edward’s vision. It seemed like a black sheet had been tossed over him– cutting him off from the world while it went on around him and left him alone, left him with nothing but crawling fear and a slow sense of suffocation.

“Edward, you’re pulling your hair out. Come on, let go of your hair–”

Roy’s hands pulled his fingers away from his hair. Edward’s hearing still felt like pillows were pressed against his ears, but there was no mistaking that the low keening noise that left his mouth was his own.

“Edward, do you know where you are?”

Ed couldn’t speak, couldn’t swallow past the knot that had twisted up in his throat. He managed a trembling nod instead.

“That’s good. You’re having a panic attack, Edward,” Roy explained quietly, suddenly very close to his ear. “You’re hyperventilating right now. That’s why your chest hurts right now. You’re inhaling and forgetting to exhale. Why don’t you try that, alright? Close your eyes and focus on your breathing.”

Ed– obeyed. He closed his eyes, blotting out the world outside himself and focusing on the fire that was raging inside his lungs. He opened his mouth and tried to breathe again, but it was like the mechanics were broken, like the time the hydraulics in his automail had slipped and the whole thing had locked up and Winry had called him an idiot a million times while trying to fix it.

“It’s alright,” Roy said in his ear, and it was then that Edward realized he’d been whimpering something that sounded approximately like “I’m sorry” over and over again. “It’s okay. You’re okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for. Just keep trying.”

Edward nodded numbly, hacking in another shuddering breath as he fought the salt-sting of tears in his eyes. He was exhausted, too exhausted to fight against the black rot that was building up inside him, weakening him from the inside out and making him fall apart. He was fighting his way up an oil slick and losing, and–

“I know,” Roy was speaking in his ear again. “I know it’s hard. I know this feels like it’s never going to be over but it’ll pass, Edward. I promise you that you can get through this.”

Ed gasped again, trying and nodding and outright panting like a dog, drool sliding out of his mouth as he did. He tried to swallow again and failed, but Roy didn’t seem to mind the drool as he wiped Edward’s face with a wet dishrag. Warm, slightly damp hands suddenly skirted Ed’s sides, pressing in comfortingly as chills overtook him again and he began to shake.

“Focus on breathing, Edward,” Roy murmured, “That’s what you need to do. Try breathing through your nose. Go slow.”

Ed obeyed again. He closed his mouth, inhaling again before finally, finally exhaling. It felt like goddamn relief, like an overinflated balloon being released and left, stretched and worn out on the floor. The pressure in his chest eased and Edward did it again, breathing in sharply before exhaling. The pounding in his ears suddenly subsided, and it took Ed a second to realize just how close he had been to passing out entirely.

“Good,” Roy murmured, “Keep going. Keep on.”

Ed did so, focusing his attention away from the bleak hopelessness that threatened to drag him back into a web of panic. It was a struggle, and by the time his breathing was under control again, he felt like he’d been swimming upstream for hours. His muscles were burning from exertion and he’d fallen completely limp, sagging into Roy’s arms.

“It’s okay,” Roy was saying softly into his ear, and Edward realized that he was making small, half-broken sobbing sounds into the fabric of Roy’s shirt. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

It didn’t, it really didn’t, but Ed nodded anyway, suddenly feeling his hands for the first time in–

Well. Time felt a bit skewed. He felt like he’d been there for hours, but realistically Ed knew that wasn’t right, that Roy would have taken him to a hospital if he hadn’t been properly breathing for hours.

Edward opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh light of the bathroom. The glass pieces of his rinsing cup had been scattered across the floor. His hands were fisted in the front of Roy’s shirt. Edward managed a small start at the sight of the blood smears in the fabric, then looked up at Roy. The older man’s dark eyes watched him steadily, albeit with obvious worry.

“You put your hand down in the glass before I could stop you.”

Ed didn’t remember that. He couldn’t remember feeling anything, just hearing Roy’s voice and wallowing in the dark panic that had arisen inside him, and–

Ed raised his eyes up to the linen closet. The trench coat still hung innocently inside, one sleeve hanging out from where it had been shoved. Roy followed his gaze to the closet, narrowing his eyes at the darkness within.

“Was it the door?” he asked quietly, arms strengthening around Ed, “Edward, was it the Gate?”

Ed’s breath hitched. He’d thought the coat was– he had thought it was just something behind him, here in the safety of Roy’s house. The Gate hadn’t even been something he’d considered, but it could’ve– maybe it was–

“Breathe,” Roy suddenly instructed, and Edward realized he was started to hyperventilate again. “Come on, you’ve got this. Breathe.”

Ed forced himself to breathe through his nose against for a few moments, tearing his eyes away from the closet and back to Roy. Roy nodded at him, using one hand to smooth his bangs back from his damp face.

“Alright,” he said softly, “We can talk about the whys later. Let’s get you out of here.”

Roy stood and pulled Edward up by his elbows. His knees were like jelly, and he felt like a drunken toddler as Roy half-walked, half-carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom down the hall. Edward looked around the room, eyes widening at the discarded uniform on the dresser as he realized that he was in Roy’s bedroom. Roy, for his part, didn’t seem perturbed that he had invited Ed into his private space, instead seating Edward on the bed. He grabbed the slightly rumpled comforter and helped to drag it around Ed’s shoulders, and it was then that Edward realized just how damn cold he felt.

“It’s adrenaline,” Roy explained, sitting down beside Edward, “Why you’re feeling like this. You’re bottoming out after a rush of panic. You’ll be okay, just stay in the blanket.”

Ed worked his mouth for several long moments. He felt… battered, Broken. Like someone had hit him with a car and backed up and hit him again just for fun.

“I’m sorry,” he managed, the first time he felt coherent in forever. “I don’t– I broke–”

“It’s alright,” Roy said soothingly, “A cup can be replaced or fixed. That’s not what I’m worried about.”


Okay this went from a three paragraph blurb to an excerpt out of a full story. I’ll sit down and actually write a full story that actually makes sense I suppose, because this one meanders from Ed brushing his teeth at Roy’s house to not being accustomed to Roy’s bedroom? I literally wrote this in the post and made shit up along the way. Wanted to explore Edward not getting through his many traumas as effortlessly as the animes tend to portray and then it turned into this mess.


Prompt: That weird stage between friends and lovers with Chanyeol, but like becoming lovers(?)

Genre: Fluff, suggestive content(??) aka not really smut but it could be if I kept writing

Word Count: 612

A/N: This is bit different that my usual style, and I haven’t exercised it as much so sorry if it reads weird.

They used to be friends, but now it was different. Not quite this or that, but rather, they had resided in the undefined middle ground between the two.

Platonic flirting. Then half serious confessions that were hidden under a mask of banter and sarcasm. One thing led to another, and they realized that they were growing into something more.

And they were ok with that.

Stealing glances, they playfully circled around one another, testing the waters of transition, until finally, a quick kiss was tentatively stolen, too.

Their relationship grew and was about to receive a name, and their kisses began to brave depth and passion.

Now, a well watched movie played in the background rather than at the forefront of their attention on their tradition of “you survived test day, let’s watch something to celebrate.”

“Chan,” she softly gasped between breaths before Chanyeol closed their lips together again. He made a low noise in response, pushing their bodies closer, further into the couch. He held her shoulders firmly but gently, and one of his long legs began slipping beneath her knee to slyly secure his place between her legs. She was becoming a bit overwhelmed by his kiss and what his forward advances entailed, but she gave him permission to continue.

Chanyeol’s lips moved to her neck as his hands traveled ⎯ one to her settle in her hair, the other to rest at her waist. She groaned quietly as he began to suck at the sensitive skin, teeth grazing against her ever so slightly. He slowly pushed her legs apart, and she could feel him harden against her thigh. Her heart jumped.

She wasn’t-

Not here.

“Chanyeol,” she said, pushing her hands against his chest.

“Hmm?” He pulled away and looked at her, startled by her flustered face. Was she scared? “What’s wrong?”

“I…I-I don’t,” she stuttered before biting her lip in embarrassment.

“Too fast?”

“N-no! It’s just…” she trailed off, unwilling to confess.

“I need you to tell me,” he said gently as he smoothed her hair down. “I don’t want to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”

“I just didn’t think my first time would be a Netflix and chill, didn’t want it to-”


“I wanted it to be more…”

“Hold on.” He pulled away a bit more, taking the majority of his weight off of her, And his eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re a virgin?”

She felt her face heat up furiously at the question and avoided his gaze. “So what if I am?” she mumbled.

“No, no! I didn’t mean it that way! I just assumed…I mean, I gotta hand it to you, you went along with it so smoothly, I just thought-”

“Well, I’m not…surprise,” she said half sarcastically.

“Why didn’t you say anything before? What if I hurt you?”

“I didn’t-”

“I could’ve hurt you! You should’ve told me earlier, that way I would’ve made it more…” It was his turn to get embarrassed.

“More what?” she asked curiously.

“…More special than an unplanned Netflix and chill, at least.”

The two fell silent. One of the characters in the movie still playing in the background cracked the best line in the entire film, and neither of them could help but crack up. Chanyeol pulled her up into his chest and laughed into her shoulder.

After they calmed down, Chanyeol kissed her forehead. “Do you still want to…”

“I think I’m done waiting with you.”

Chanyeol smiled. “Let’s do this somewhere that’s more comfortable than the couch.”

She nodded, and he turned off the TV before picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, kissing her softly.

The baby shower went well. They loved my cake, and my caramel sauce. And the dip I made to go along with my homemade chips, so that was nice. 

I ended up staying for seven hours though cause it was so low energy I could just sit and not do much beyond talk, and if I needed to not talk, it was okay cause everyone knows I have been going through some shit but also the mother-to-be is low-key socially anxious, and two other people there also have chronic illness which they finally felt able to talk about, so it was very relaxed and no one cared when I had to lay down on the floor for the sake of my back. In fact two of them joined me. So that was nice.

It’s nice not to feel isolated at social things like that. I am however, utterly buggered for tomorrow when I am going shopping in the morning with my MiL, I’m going to have to wear flat shoes and hope for the best. Maybe find a wall to lean against.


*photo op story*
So this weekend I went to Phoenix Con and it was amazing. I finally got to meet my role model and favorite person in the entire universe…In line I made eye contact with him and I almost had a heart attack but i was not nervous whatsoever walking up! I went straight into mishas arms for a hug and told him it was so good to finally meet him! I gave him a huge hug and looked up at him and asked him if we could make puppy dog eyes at each other (which he obviously did the opposite of) and he said yeah of course, and pulled me in super super tight to where I was awkwardly pulling the top half of my body away and just starred at his beautiful fucking face! I thanked him for being so amazing and walked away so fucking happily, then one of the volunteers stopped me and made me redo my photograph because apparently my hair was in my face! When I went back up I jokingly said “oh I’m sorry I messed it up! And he was all “oh no it was definitely me” and I gave him a super big hug again and we posed together, then before I left I hugged and squeezed him again, and as I walked away he ran his hand along my arm and squeezed my hand tightly. Jesus.
During my auto, when he saw the photo I said “nice puppy dog eyes” and he immediately blushed and said “oh you too” then I thanked him for all the work he does and for being so fucking amazing and yeah.
So that’s the story of the time I met the greatest fucking human being on earth.

Exordium experience :) ~

Firstly…. It was raining the entire time so that wasn’t fun, but I met so many nice people and had a nice time regardless of the rain. Now onto the important parts.

Let me just say this………… I kno i saw exo last year but nothing could’ve prepared me for what I just saw… With my own two eyes…..

Chanyeol is.. Tall perfection. I hate using this word but imma say it, he’s got all the swag in the world. Honestly he’s so talented, the guitars the rapping everything was amazing. HE IS SO TALL Djdjdjdjdndndkkksksk step on me!!!! He kept teasing my section, at the very end acting like he was going to throw us his hat then he was like SIKE LOL.

KYUNGSOO is honestly the one who surprised me most because I was literally and legitimately stunned by his glowing beauty. His smile.. He kept laughing. He asked us if we were hungry and we all said yes and he was like.. “me too” and then laughed and I could’ve died right then and there. His voice so so clear and steady, so amazing, he is very tiny! Beautiful tiny man.

JONGIN JDJDJDJSBSBSBSJSBSHZJ TELL ME WHY HE IS THE BEST DANCER AND PERFORMER I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!!!!!!! HIS DANCING… DEAR LORD. He kept making these faces at us! Those sexy faces with the lip bites and he kept waving at my section along with ksoo. He was sO tan and glistening (rlly he was sweating a lot) and honestly I’m just so happy I saw him healthy and well. Oh except he said he went to CVS to buy medicines Jdjdjdjsbsbsbsjsbshzjz well SUHO said it was CVS. (CBC HE SAID LOL THEN SAID CVS DJJSKS)

SUHO, EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED. He told corny jokes, he looked at us like precious pearls, he made me tear up, he was so genuinely sweet. He’s so beautiful. Kinda short like Chen but not as tiny as ksoo and Minseok.

JONGDAE SJSJJSNDBX what a sweet man. He kept waving to each individual section, making sure to wave at everyone.. Which I found so sweet. His voice was unreal. I thought I was listening to the CD the entire time. His laugh…. Oh my God.. HE WENT TO SEE CHICAGO AND SAID HE RLLY LIKED IT, he likes musicals a lot!! Just like last time he took the time to make sure everyone’s section got some love, he would lean up on his toes and wave up to the higher up levels and everyone would scream, it was so incredibly sweet.

Sehun! Man oh man where do I begin. Firstly he looks like a Calvin Klein model. He was so slender but lean and beautiful and oh my God so tan?? He kept waving to us, he was in my section a whole lot along with Minseok which… Lmao……. I’ll get to him lord help me anyways oh sehun is am angel he is SO ATTRACTIVE and he carried around a doll that looked like vivi so that was adorable.

Baekhyun…. King of facial expression.. King of good looks… King of amazing eye make up… He kept smirking???? I felt like it was a personal show just for me everytime he came to my section. He sang so well as always, so steady and beautiful. He looks even better in person which is saying something since he fine af on screen. Anyways his dancing was superb.. I had to use that word just to make sure you understand how amazingly he performs. He was everything I wanted to see and more.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST Y'ALL LISTEN……. He pelvic thrusted into my actual FACE I’m not sure if I’m actually alive or writing from the grave but…… He was.. Just so perfect?? SUCH A TINY TINY MAN OH MY GOD HE’S TINY (I would give him 5'6 which is my height but still) very skinny but not as skinny as Jongdae. Minseok didn’t make eye contact with me but he did send our section a bunch of hearts, I saved each one for a rainy day, whenever I’m sad I’m going to remember Minseok sending me a heart LOL. He was very playful.. Jumping around and dancing. He said he doesn’t dance in the show cause he doesn’t wanna slip but he dances with his upper body dkmdmsmsnsnjdsnsbsjsjsjs then he started dancing, I have the video I’ll upload if anyone cares to see. HE JUST MADE ME WANNA CRY ALL THE TIME!! SO MUCH STUBBLE HE WAS SO HANDSOME. I love him so much. The best dancer apart from Kai, for sure.. Actually sehun was amazing too but kms is a close second. HE RLLY DABBED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MEDLEY SECTION LOL I’M LIKE BOI IF U DONT

Tonight was so special for me, seeing exo again but up close. They’re unreasonably attractive. Better than on screen I mean they’re REAL LIFE hot, really ridiculous, double take worthy attractive. Especially Sehun and Kyungsoo.

They told us they’re going back to Korea to work on the album and they will be back to us with the new songs, Suho asked if we would support it so obviously we said yes and he smiled….. I smiled….. It was something… We rlly had a moment. I only got to make eye contact with him for a short moment but it was all I needed to survive 2017 lol

Would Never Call It Love Part 6 | Calum Hood

Inspired by the break up scene between Ross and Rachel in Friends. THIS IS NOT THE LAST PART. Part 7 will be the last part of this story. Hopefully you all enjoy. Inbox me your thoughts!

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After more thrilling shows with Ashton’s sweaty hugs and the exhilarating crowd heard from miles away, we all found ourselves here back at the hotel we were all staying at after the most recent show. All except, of course, Calum and Nia. Arzalyea and I were perched on the comfy bed near the edge, while the rest of the boys were sitting on the ground in a mini circle. Michael thought it would be fun to play a drinking game, a twist on spin the bottle. Instead of kissing someone that the bottle lands on, that person gets to mix a drink for you in private and you have to drink the whole thing. We had ingredients from things like vodka to horseradish. So, by midnight my throat was burning, eyes watering, and I felt the giggles come along as time went on. 

“Y/N, since you’re the most adventurous, how about we steam it up a little?” Luke suggested.

“And how are you proposing we mix it up?” I said, then continued to drink my orange juice chaser.

“Next person the bottle lands on, you have to take a body shot from.” My face cringed at the thought, but the already coursing rum and vodka running through my body made me nod my head, wanting to prove that I don’t back down. 

“Fine Hemmings, I just hope your girlfriend won’t kill me if it lands on you sucker.” I smirked to Arz who just pretend puked, and then laughed.

I spun the bottle at a moderate pace and it started to slow near the boys side. Once the bottle stopped, it landed on my now boyfriend, Ashton. He smiled proudly, already pulled off his shirt and laying down horizontally on the bed. I covered my mouth, embarrassed, as Luke poured a sloppy shot into Ashton’s bellybutton. He giggled at the odd feeling, but his eyes dug into mine, wanting to so badly feel my lips on a pretty sensitive part of his body.

“Now drink, sucker.” Luke mocked, and I pulled my hair back using my hand. As my lips pressed into his firm stomach, my lips rounded around the hole filled with liquor, and slurped it up, even using my tongue to clean it all up. I could feel Ashton tightened under me, and I swore I could hear a faint moan escape his mouth, even over the noises of everyone in the room. I sat up setting my hair in place and cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand, smiling proudly. But the room died down in commotion when we all heard the hotel door open. I was facing away from the door while everyone was facing it dead on, and bulging eyes told me it could only be one person. My head slowly turned around before my body, meeting his eyes. 

He was clutching his phone, water bottle, and wallet all in one hand, and all stared at us with a straight face. There’s a certain way you can tell when Calum is mad. His shoulders are far more back and brooding than a normal man, his brows hand low on his face with a slight downward curve, and his bottom lip juts out more along with his chin. To make the whole situation not seem awkward, I turned back around, as Ashton brought his hand to my knee to calm me down.

“Hey bro, thought you were gonna be with Nia the entire night?” Michael asked, and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“I broke up with her.” The whole room seemed as if someone pressed the paused button on a remote, and the whole room fell silent. The only noise to be heard was the slight ringing in the air. Everyone’s eyes, even Ashton’s, fell upon me, as if I was suppose to have some response or reaction to this statement. However, I didn’t budge, and kept my ‘non-concerned’ composure. Deep down, though, my heart began to race in my chest and got louder with each pump to the point where I almost couldn’t hear anything else.

“Nobody ask any questions, I’m going to bed. Hope you all are having fun.” He said sternly. I could feel his eyes digging into the back of my head, as he left the room to the second bedroom next door that was connected to the room we were in. As the door slammed shut, I jumped, and Ashton placed his hands on my shoulders. I heard everyone let out a shaky breathe, and the room seemed quieter than before.

“So, I think we’re going to head out, probably down at the lobby to the bar, you’re open to join us but until then, night Y/N, night Ashton.” Luke said, more hushed than his normal voice, and all 3 slipped out of the room without a single peep.

I could feel my mouth hanging open, and the build up in my chest that contemplated coming out in the form of tears, as I stared at the messy comforter beneath me.

“I think you should talk to him Y/N…” Ashton whispered, both of our heads now hanging. I trembled feeling his hands dropping from the comfortable position on my shoulders. I could feel the lump in my throat growing by the second, knowing exactly what was bound to happen either in this moment, or very very soon.

“You’re the only one who could get through to him in this time.”

“But what about us…” I looked up to find Ashton already wiping away stray tears, and sniffled.

“We both know you never really felt anything for me. Well…I personally know now.” He looked up at me with red eyes. “But I know you’ve never liked me more than a best friend.”


“It stings. It hurts. it’s…heartbreaking. But I mostly blame myself.” More tears lunged from his eyes, as I sat up and grabbed his cheeks, making sure to wipe them away as they fell, some being stopped by his growing beard.

“Don’t-don’t say that please…”

“But I do. I blame myself for taking you away from him and making you question your feelings. I blame myself for confusing you. I blame myself for taking you for my own when I didn’t even think about you, I practically took advantage of you. But mostly, I blame myself from breaking Calum’s heart.”

“W-what, do you mean? I broke him Ashton, I told him I didn’t love him when I did, it was all my fault you hear me?” He shook his head, shutting his eyes.

“No, he loved you even after all of that. And I, being the extremely selfish best friend, took his girl for myself, not even blinking an eye. And I miss him, I mean we’re Cashton. We’re best friends, bandmates, brothers. And now, I think I completely ruined our relationship for good.” He smothered his face into my palm, holding onto my hand for needed strength. I felt my own tears well up in my eyes, but held myself together for Ashton’s sake. Even though he couldn’t see me, I nodded my head to his request from before.

“I’ll do it, I’ll talk to him.” He cracked his eyes open, and began using his cotton tee to wipe around his tears. He sniffled a couple of times, before giving me a slight smile and a final kiss on the forehead.

“So I guess this is it, huh?” I asked questioningly.

“Unfortunately so.” He combed through my hair, staring at me the loving way he always has. This was the last time he’d be able to, this close, this intimately. 

“I’m going to catch up with the others. Let me know how things go with Calum please.” I nodded, watching him get up, grab his coat, and smile at me one last time before closing the door, leaving me and the Maori boy separated.

I had the courage from the fading liquor to fully open his door without a knock, and saw him lazily lounging on the bed with only his sweatpants on. The room was dark, except for his phone light on his face. I flipped the switch next to the door, and walked in further to shut the door. His eyes squinted, and he did not look at all pleased to see me of all people.

“I was trying to sleep.”

“Obviously not, you were on your phone.”

He huffed out a chuckle, and threw his phone against the plush chair in the corner of the room with enough force to see the veins in his bicep protrude. 

“Look, Calum I didn’t come in here to fight I came in to talk.”

“No, leave. Get out. I don’t even want to see you right now, I can’t look at you.”

“You have no problem looking at me when you’re basically tonguing Nia down in front of me, or giving me a death glare when I’m in Ashton’s arms!”

“Oh yeah how’s your little boyfriend? You’re little fuck buddy?”

“We just broke up Calum!” His eyes caught mine as he sat on the edge of his bed.

I strolled over to sit on the front of the bed, while he remained facing away from me on the side. “Calum, we’ve had our fair share of mistakes. I made the mistake of sleeping with Ashton while I still loved you. And even though he was different, my mind never strolled away from you. It’s always been you.” I tried to slowly lay my hand on his defined back, but he jumped up, swatting me away as if I were a fly.

“Don’t, touch me. You don’t get to come in here, tell me you love me and expect things to get better, none of what you said makes it any better, it doesn’t work that way!”

I couldn’t say anything, I knew I was the one in the wrong when it came to him and I. If I never would’ve told him I didn’t love him, and then try to jeopardize his new found relationship with my own selfish feelings, this all wouldn’t have unraveled this way.

“You’re the one who bailed, you’re the one who ran away from your feelings when I broke our most implemented rule. And besides the lying problem, we have this whole problem to fix! How are you going to solve it? If you really love me like you say you do, how do you plan to make things better!”

“Calum…I did something, so incredibly stupid and selfish of me. I lied to you, I slept with someone else to get over you, I ruined your obviously better relationship because of my own love for you which isn’t fair to you or Nia. And as much as I would jump at the chance to redo everything…I can’t.” My voice was now cracking at this point due to fast hot tears flowing down my cheeks.

“But in the end I know that what we have is so much better than any other connection we could have with anyone else. What we have is something more than just a good fuck here and there, it was a growing friendship and genuine love for one another. In reality you are my best friend Cal, and the only person I’ve ever felt anything like this before. I love you Calum…”

I swiftly grabbed his hand, and brought it to my lips but again he jumped even farther away from me.

“I won’t just fall limp in your arms like I always have this time Y/N! I have always came back to you! Not again! ” He pointed a solid pointer finger at me, emphasizing his words directly toward me. “I think you need to leave, and I think you should get back together with Ashton.” He slowly walked toward the door to open it for me, but I quickly got up and pulled his shoulder to look at me but he didn’t even flinch, but however did stop in his tracks.

“No, no Cal we can work this out, the love we have for each other will help us work this out, finally, together!”

“Well that love fading.” My heart cracked at his words, hearing that he could possibly be falling out of love with me because of my own actions completely ripped me apart.

“Look, we have to work this out. There’s got to be a way Calum…please…” I ran in front of him and placed my pleading hands on his visible pecks, feeling his rapidly beating heart against my palms. “I don’t know what to do without you, I have nothing without you. There’s a void in my heart that can only be filled with you, I need you so badly…” My crying eyes looked deep into his now deep brown ones, feeling as if our souls were connecting as his bottom lip began to quiver.

“I don’t know what I would do without these gorgeous arms that protected me and kept me safe,’ I placed a kiss on his bicep, ‘without these hands that kept mine warm even if your own were frozen,’ I kissed his fingers, ‘without this cheeks that held a smile so bright and alive that I didn’t need to look at another art piece in the world,’ I kissed his cheek, ‘without these eyes that spoke to me when words weren’t needed,’ I kissed his eyelashes, ‘and without your heart, your amazing love-filled heart Calum.” I ended with kissing his chest, my lips longing to stay on his heated skin. For a minute, I could feel him want to grab me and hold me there for eternity, afraid of ever losing me again, but instead, he just stayed lifeless in front of me, his arms staying down by his sides.

“I can’t do it…you’re so different from when I first met you, you’re like this completely different person I don’t even know anymore. Whenever I look at you, I see Ashton,,,lying above you like when I caught you two…” 

At this point, Calum Hood had finally cracked.

“Just like I’m sure you see Nia’s face when you look into mine…”

“No, Calum no. All I see is you. Your beautiful, fun loving, kind hearted soul. You’re the best person there is and I’ll always see you, as you.”

“These couple months have completely changed everything Y/N…whether you like it or not…I just can’t keep doing this with you. All the lying, the sleeping around, the putting yourself before anyone else.” I looked up at him, trying to find in his eyes if he was telling the truth. He was.

“I would have given up everything I have, for you. I would’ve put myself in danger before I let so much as a finger lay on you. But now…those feelings are fading, because for once I am going to put myself before anybody else. It’s my turn to have some happiness.”

I pulled away, hand covering my mouth while the other laid on my hip.

“But this can’t be it I mean…this can’t be the end of us Calum…”

His never left my figure as he took in my physique one last time. The way my hair fell onto one side as I flipped it, the way my foot twitched because of my anxiousness, the way I bit my nail trying to for-see what was to come after this moment.

“Then how come it is?”

And this was the moment, I finally cracked.

Part 7 if y’all really want to know how this ends! I left this at a stand off point, but I have plans for a part 7. This part actually made me choke up because this Friends scene kills me. Request loves!

Why I Love Taryon Darrington

It seems like Tary will sadly be leaving us soon as one Mr. Shorthalt has dramatically re-entered the scene. During his brief (in real time) stay with Vox Machina, he became my favorite character despite his perhaps unwelcome first appearance. Over the course of their adventures, Vox Machina, though still a hilarious and lively group, became jaded and somewhat unhappy with the ways of the world and the choices they had made in their lives. Tary burst onto the scene and made them remember whats great about being a hero and how lucky they are to have great friends and this loving family.  

Honestly I do not think Sam was planning this character very carefully. Something along the lines of I want a funny character that’s very weak and has support magic so that VM can stay fairly well balanced. Then he was thrown into it unprepared and just mad it up as he went and it turned into this beautiful character who represents many of us in the community who have never really seen ourselves as heroes in fiction at all, let alone high fantasy. Just like VM, Critters fell in love with Tary once they saw that he was weak and only pretending at confidence. A friendless kid who read and read yearning to escape into their books and ride away to a happier place. Dreaming of being respected, wanted, needed by anyone. Feeling that familiar loneliness and the ache of old abuse from fellow kids or families, Tary’s ability to be the hero he dreamed of fulfills a fantasy many of us harbor in our hearts. That’s the whole reason why we watch and play Dungeons and Dragons after all. Tary also fulfilled the dream of many to be an unapologetically openly gay adventurer. To stand up to his family and demand that they love him just as he is.

Though he intends to return to his family soon, he has brought compassion and happiness back into Vox Machina. Despite his vanity, Tary always believed in the NPCs they encountered and just wanted to do the right thing. Despite the fact that this is clearly based on naïveté, it reminds everyone that you do not necessarily need to use cruel means to get the job done. Kind of like having a small child around, Tary made everyone want to be a little bit better to live up to his glorified impressions of them.

On a more personal level, his blatant admiration of Keyleth as his immediate singling out of her as the leader made her feel confidence in her power and her journey that she had never previously been able to fully muster. He thought super highly of Percy both because if his enormous admiration for his mechanical genius but also because Percy was his first real friend. Tary saw only kindness in Percy and his inventions which was a really new thing for him. Percy, though not yet fully, has started to be able to see himself as a kind and likable person. Although Vex was cool at first, she saw herself in Tary once they got to know each other. Most obviously his need for love from a cruel father, but also his love of money, fashion, and freedom. A very unexpected side effect, Vex learned to trust another more than than her own brother sometimes. By helping Tary, Vex, like Percy, found the kindness and mercy she had been searching for within her self.

I will be very excited if Tary does stick around for the Ank’horrel arc to witness this pyramid scheme, although it would make things very tricky for Sam. Also it seems like this arc is just the tip of the iceberg leading into a series of climactic events in the series. Either way, Tary has left Vox Machina and the Critical Role fandom better than when he came and will continue on to improve his family and his town with his charitable actions. Despite his occasional ditziness or arrogance at his core Tary is truly a sweet and generous charter and I am so glad for the joy he brought to the last few months of Critical Role.

Steve Rogers Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: steve rogers imagine where steve cheats on you and you get furious with him and give him the silent treatment, he is totally unaware that you saw the whole incident happen. he wonders why you’re giving him the silent treatment but you continued to ignore him, he takes you to the store and in the car he asks why you’re giving him the silent treatment. you finally burst into anger and tears and tell him the reason. it can end sad or happy, i don’t mind. thank you so much, i ♥ ur writing!! love you

A/N: thank you, i love you nonny <3

Warning: angst , bad ending o.-

 You enter the tower and it seemed that everybody was asleep, the lights were out and the sound of everybody snoring was echoing throughout the whole tower. You lay your purse down gently on the counter and you hear your stomach growl. You go over towards the fridge and open it up, as you search through the fridge of course there was a piece of pizza on the shelf. It seemed that the team always ate pizza, they eat nothing but pizza. You couldn’t blame them though, pizza was a very good food.

You get the piece of pizza and start to eat it, they always left a piece for you, it’s who they were, they always included you, even if you were away. As you took the second bite you suddenly hear a crash, making you snap your head towards the direction of the sound. You place down the pizza and rub your hands together, making the crumbs fall off your fingers. You continue your way down the hallway, the hallway was silent and dark, it was spooking you out a little bit. A bedroom door suddenly creaks open, giving you a mini heart attack, you look over and see a stream of light come from the bedroom.

It was Steve’s bedroom.

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Chocobro Scenarios

So a cute little idea I thought up the other night, and I thought I would write up. It got me thinking to all the different kinds of reactions people would have in this situation. But we know we can always trust in the Chocobros to support their s/o in whatever crazy plans they drag them into.

SFW with suggestive themes

Chocobros x Reader (Gender Neutral)

The Chocobros take a trip to the lingerie store with their s/o.


  • Noctis had a rare free day to himself and his s/o asked if they could do a little shopping in the morning. Promising that they would be back by afternoon to relax for the rest of the day, and that they could even take a nap.
  • Excited about the prospect of spending time with his s/o, making them happy and getting what he wanted was a definite okay in his book. So he agreed.
  • It wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but he knew they enjoyed it, and he would never admit it. But he enjoyed spending time out in public with them, because he was able to show off what an amazing s/o he has.
  • They went into a few stores, just browsing mindlessly before his s/o decided it was time to go into the store that they had set their mind on even before the trip.
  • “Hey Noct, I want you to help me pick out a new outfit. You can pick whatever you like, okay?”
  • He gave a nod in reply and let them take his hand and bring him into a store he had never been in, or really noticed, that was across the street.
  • Walking in, he immediately knew what his s/o had dragged him into, and his face went beat red.
  • He tried to make an excuse of why he had to leave, but they weren’t having it.
  • “I thought you might like to pick something out for me to wear. Whatever you like. Just for you to see.” They say with a wink and a smirk.
  • Noctis takes a deep breath before pushing away his embarrassment and deciding it was an offer he quite liked. So he marched further into the store with confidence and started looking around.
  • Once finding something, he walked back over to them as they ideally browsed, and handed them a lacy blue and black set, complete with a corset and matching panties, along with a garter belt and black thigh highs.
  • His s/o nodded their approval before taking it in hand and going to the register to buy it.
  • Noctis followed along quietly and stood behind them, before the cashier made a comment to the prince and he took their hand as soon as they were done and took their bag, walking as fast as he could before making it outside.
  • Walking away from the store, his s/o looked up at him with a smile. “Sorry for dragging you in there, but I thought you might like to pick something you wanted out.”
  • “It’s okay, you’ll just have to make it up to me tonight.” He said with a light smirk, leading them back in the direction of their shared apartment.


  • Ignis needed to go out to the shops and get a few things, and his s/o decided to accompany him.
  • Going through some food stalls and in and out of shops for possible potions and materials the prince or their group may need, his s/o followed behind patiently. Making idle conversation as they walked alongside him.
  • Noticing they would pass by a certain shop that peaked their interest, a small smile came to their face before turning to Ignis as he glanced at some fruit in front of a shop.
  • They grab his hand to get his attention before he turns to them with a quizzical look.
  • “Can we pop into that store over there? There’s something I think we may need to get.”
  • He looks up to the shop that they pointed to, not having remembered been there before, but not seeing any harm to take a look, especially if his s/o showed an interest. “Of course, let’s go have a check inside then.”
  • They lead him to the store and walk inside. He is quickly aware of what kind of shop it is as he looks around at all the intimate attire.
  • He just chuckled to himself as he looks at his s/o, who has a smirk on their face, knowing exactly what they would be bringing him into.
  • “I thought it may be a good idea to take a peek in here, see if there was anything you may like that I could get for you.” They say with a knowing look in their eyes.
  • “I think you made a very fine choice. I think I’ll go do just that.” He says before walking with them through the store, taking things from their place on the pegs. Holding things up next to them to see how it may look, checking for good colors and sizes. Taking this opportunity to pick something he knew would be perfect for them.
  • Finally deciding on an ensemble, one which was a matching red set with silk bra and panties, along with a little silk and transparent robe to go on top.
  • Happy with his pick, he went to buy his selection for his s/o, insisting on paying for it himself. Before it was put in a bag and handed back off to him.
  • Exiting the shop, he heads back in the direction to their apartment.
  • “Are we heading back? I didn’t think you were done shopping.”
    “It seems I have more important things to attend to back home. I’d like to sort and look at the purchases we made before I assess what else I may need to buy.”
  • His s/o was just happy Iggy was as excited as them to try on their newly bought articles. He was bound to love it. And it made them even more excited to think Ignis planned to purchase more of the kind, in the future.


  • Having gone out on a lunch date with his s/o, they were wandering around the town, just browsing the surrounding shops.
  • Prompto seeing a thing or two, or a store that they would check in to see what they may have to offer.
  • Before he asked his s/o if there was any store they had wanted to look into.
  • They had just the idea.
  • It was a little bit of a distance, but since it was a nice day out, and Prompto loved spending time with his s/o just walking around and talking with no plans to be had, he didn’t mind.
  • They walked up to a shop that had no indication to what it might be, but as far as Prompto could tell, it was a clothing store.
  • But he didn’t mind either way, happy to go wherever his s/o wanted to go.
    Hand in hand, they led him into the shop.
  • It was instant realization as soon as they walked in the door exactly what kind of store it was. And it was just as instant the Promptos freckled cheeks lit up in a deep blush.
  • Standing stock still, his s/o had to convince him to walk further into the store with him, but he was so nervous he found it hard to do anything but stay still.
  • “Pick out anything you want, I want to wear whatever will make you happy, whatever you would enjoy the most. And I’ll buy it. This is all for you.”
  • He needed a minute to collect his thoughts that immediately went to a less innocent mindset, before he nodded slightly and bravely walked further in the store.
  • It took some prompting, but he eventually wasn’t so embarrassed as he saw other couples probably with similar intentions as his s/o’s.
  • And after some thought, he had decided on an outfit that he thought would compliment them the best, and could only think about how much he wanted to see them in it.
  • Picking a forest green, lacy and transparent one piece, he paired it with a darker green short skirt and white thigh highs, before handing it to his s/o to take up to the register to purchase.
  • Although he was nervous to be there, he could only think about how amazing they would look in what he picked out for them.
  • After paying and bagging the new outfit, they head out the door. Prompto grabs their hand and starts off to home at a faster pace than their leisurely walk they had been on before.
  • “Someone in a hurry?” They say with a chuckle.
  • “Of course! So let’s hurry home.” He says with a slight blush to his cheeks again, but you weren’t gonna complain. When you surprised him with things like this, he was always easily excited to see them through.


  • Unlike most, Gladio was very straight forward and wasn’t afraid to show his attraction for his s/o, even in public.
  • So that morning they had asked if he’d like to accompany out for a little shopping, being they had a day to themselves for once.
  • Gladio shrugged, not minding the idea of strolling through town in the shops with them, he hadn’t much else planned for the day.
  • So the both go into town around noon, walking through the streets with his arm around his s/o’s waist, pointing out things of interest.
  • As they walked, his s/o noticed a little shop up ahead that they knew would be a good idea to check out again with a certain boyfriend that had accompanied them today.
  • “Hey Gladio, I thought we could go check out that shop over there.” They say, pointing to a store Gladio didn’t recognize. But he agreed nonetheless, seeing no harm in looking inside, and it was his s/o’s idea to walk around and check out shops anyways.
  • They stepped inside and as soon as Gladio got a good look around, he let out a hearty laugh before turning to you with a wide smirk that showed off his teeth.
  • “Its like you know me too well babe. How did you know I wanted to get you a new outfit?”
  • “You mumbled something the last time, the other night, so I thought we could come check out this shop, and I’d let you pick out whatever you want.” They say with a wink, motioning to the store with a wave.
  • “You’re the best.” He takes their hand and walks along, scouring through the store for possible new choices he had yet to see them in.
  • There was a large selection but in the end, he found something he had the most pull towards. A black, lace up corset with matching black panties, and fishnets that he just couldn’t say no too.
  • Knowing him well, as his s/o passed by another section, they picked up a pair of heels to before heading to check out and buy their items.
  • And once his s/o’s items were bagged, he took it for them and headed back outside into the street.
  • All the while, Gladio whispered things he would do once his s/o got back home and was able to model their purchase for him.
  • It was his s/o who grabbed his hand and walked in a fast pace to get back to their apartment.
  • “If you end up ruining this new outfit like the last, you’re buying me two new pairs.”
  • “Well you better start deciding what you want when we go back there again in the next few days babe. Because you know I won’t hold back.”
  • There was no objection from his s/o as they hurried home.


Do We Stop Or Start - G.D

Authors Note: Contains swearing, based off the song Sex - EDEN (I recommend listening to this prior, after or during reading this)

Grayson POV

The mixed smell of sex and sweat still lingered in the night air as we lied breathless, tangled within the sheets. But something was different. Y/N’s head wasn’t resting on my chest like she normally did, and her hands weren’t holding mine. She was distant, and detached as she lied there next to me, staring at the ceiling like she was watching the movie of her life, dreading the outcome. 

And I said “What’s up?

What you been thinking?

‘Cause you been staring at that roof

So long, I swear it’s come alive.”

I shifted my body weight to one side as I propped myself up on my elbow, staring at her as she had an argument with herself within her tormented mind. 

“Is everything okay?” I half whisper, knowing that the answer isn’t going to be something I’m going to want to hear. She hum’s softly, as if that was a response enough. I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling like her, the thoughts running wild through my head like different scenes from a movie. I think and overthink, all the possible reasons why she wasn’t okay, or what was bothering her. 

And she spoke nine words,

And now we’re sinking,

But I can’t find it in myself to want to lie

To keep this thing from going down

“I think that we should stop this. For good” she mumbled as she flicked her legs over the edge of the bed and started to dress herself. I know what I should be feeling, and I know what I should say, but the words escape my lips. 

“Why?” I choke out, acting unaffected by her decision, but we both know deep within I’m breaking every second this continues. 

“I think you know why” she shakes as she slips her shirt on over her head, looking down at me with a cold stare. And I did. The agreement was no feelings, no emotions, no attachments, no strings, and I guess along the line we’d broken every single one of those rules.

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“I just, I just want to take back the power and control that he stole you know? I feel like he manipulated and influenced every single decision I ever made whilst I was dating him, and I feel like he took my voice away. I just want to be able to control my own life again, and get what I want without feeling like a weak little girl that needs saving” she rushed as she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, replacing her heartbreak with anger. I sat there looking at her in this state, wanting nothing else but to knock this kid out, and to fix her. But that wouldn’t help the situation, she had to fix herself. But there had to be a way that I could help. 

“So why don’t you do just that. Take control of your life again” I smiled. She tilted her head at me in confusion, like she can’t understand my motives or intentions, and to be honest with you, I don’t even know them.

“I just, I don’t want to be that weak every again” she sniffs, a silent tear streaming down her cheek. 

“So don’t” I say, as if it’s easy. 

“It’s not that simple” she cried. 

“It is Y/N. Fuck relationships, I mean look at us? What good have they ever done. You’re here, heartbroken over some douche bag that just used you to feel better about himself and I’m just completely numb because some bitch thought I wouldn’t find out she was screwing all of my friends” I hiss, the pain of the memory coming back to me. 

“What do you suggest we do then? Because this obviously isn’t working out for either of us” she laughs sadly. I stand up abruptly, and pull her to her feet. I cup her petite face in my hands and search her eyes for the answer to what I’m about to do. And I knew in that moment, there was no going back. I crash my lips against hers in a quick second. She looked at me, no correction, she looks straight through me as she reattached her lips to mine, lacing her hands around my neck and pulling me closer to her. I lift her up off the ground as her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, her lips leaving sweet kisses along my jawline. That night it was almost as though we healed each other, and we both swore it was a one-time thing. There’s no way that you can be that vulnerable with someone and it not have consequences. But as time went on and we both grew hungrier for affection, we made a deal. But Y/N is the type of girl you just can’t help but adore

Current Tense 

“Y/N, please don’t leave” I begged, feeling any strength that I had gathered over the last few months fade beneath her touch. 

'Cause that girl took my heart

And I ain’t want it back

No, I’m laying down my cards

“Grayson, you know we can’t do this. We had an agreement and we can’t go back on it” she said strongly as she stood over me, with a sense of guilt spreading across her face. 

“Don’t tell me I’m alone in this, we both know I’m not alone. You need me just as much as I need you” I break. 

“Grayson, please” she says softly as she sits down on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight. She cups my face as she places a soft kiss on my forehead. 

“It doesn’t mean what you think it means Gray”

'Cause you said it meant nothing

And I should’ve kept my silence,

But I guess I’m too attached

To my own pride to let you know

That all these words meant nothing

And I’ve always been this heartless

And we were just having sex

No, I would never call it love

But, love

“What does it mean then huh?” I hiss, standing up to greet her as I slip my tracksuit pants on. 

“Do I mean nothing to you? Did this mean absolutely nothing to you?” I start to feel myself getting worked up as I raise my voice slightly in anger. 

“Grayson, this was your idea. You were the one that said no feelings” she reinstates, as if I’m to blame for this. I guess I was, but I have too much pride to go down without a fight. She took my silence as permission to keep talking. 

“You were the one that said you didn’t feel anything at all. You were the one to say you were heartless and nothing I could do would change that. YOU, not me, YOU” she cries, finally breaking down in front of me. All I wanted to do was wrap her in my arms and tell her that everything would be okay, and that I would never be the one to hurt her like all the boys before me. 

“I lied” I whisper. 

“You what?”

“I lied” I say, louder this time. 

“What are you trying to say” she softens. 

“I love you” I choke after a few seconds of silent. 

Oh no,

I think I’m catching feelings

And I don’t know,

If this is empathy I feel

Just hold on,

Remember why you said

This was the last time

“You what?” she stutters, as she starts to pace the room. 

“This can’t be happening. It wasn’t meant to end like this” she says to herself. I stand there, the feeling of hopelessness consuming my chest, forcing my heart to pump louder and faster than it ever has before. 

And what’s good

When both choices I’ve got

Have us staring down the barrel

To the bullets I can’t stop

“So where do we go from here. You know how I feel” I say coldly, looking down at the ground as I shove my hands in my pockets, awaiting her response like a puppy waiting for their owner to come home from work. 

“There’s only 2 things we can do, and I don’t think that I can personally do either of them” she clenches her jaw. 

“What are they?” I continue.

“We stop, or we start”

And so I stand off,

Like indecision’s Kevlar

'Til this fear of feeling stops

And I’m done with you

“I guess that decision lies in your hands now doesn’t it” I sigh. 

No, I don’t know how to forget you

Playing Games

Originally posted by canonicallysoulmates

Playing Games by evansrogerskitten

Sam x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, Explicit, Oral Sex, Fingering, Using a xbox controller as a vibrator, Fluff! 

WC: 2104  Also on AO3

Request from @dadd11e for a kink “ya know how an xbox or playstation controller vibrates?  Well, yeah that. Like Sam playing video games and next leads to next?” This is the first time I’ve written Sam x Reader, so it was great to start with this fun request! Hope you like it! 

It’d been storming in Lebanon for four days straight. The entrance to the bunker was flooded by a large puddle and a giant branch had fallen across the garage exit. Thankfully the power never went out, so while we were trapped inside for the time being, we had light, heat, and food in the fridge.

After 36 hours Dean was going stir crazy, wandering around the garage and library. He was impatient and whiny, frustrated that we had no case and the weather was keeping us inside. Finally he gave up. He made Sam bundle up and go out to the garage, and the two of them lifted the branch out of the driveway.

I held my fleece blanket tight around my body as they came back in, their clothes dripping wet. Dean was scowling but Sam laughed and shook droplets all over me like a giant puppy. We said goodbye to Dean, acknowledging he probably wouldn’t be back until the next day, probably going off to shack up with a girl in town.

Sam and I worked in the library for a few hours, staying busy as we catalogued books we’d recently found in a witch’s den. It was comfortable silence and in the foyer we could hear the rain pounding on  the concrete shell of the bunker. Sam made a dinner of tomato soup and grilled cheese- a perfect meal for a cozy day- and we settled in our bedroom after.

I curled up in one of Sam’s plaids and rested against the pillow lined headboard. I was deep in my novel, following the sagas in the first Game of Thrones book. Sounds from the Xbox echoed in the background as Sam fought vampires on screen, his lip tucked under his teeth as he concentrated. Every so often I’d look up with a smirk as he groaned after losing a level, his beautiful hazel eyes focused on the game.

Sam wasn’t a “gamer” per say. In fact I teased that he was too old to be that cool. But it was somewhere he could escape to, even if he was still killing vampires. The fun was that these vamps couldn’t kill him.

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