so please bear over with me

ATTENTION WORLD: Tapping on the window will NOT make the sea turtle come over to you

Pro tip: It also doesn’t work for sharks, fish, stingrays, or any other animal at a zoo or aquarium. Please stop pestering my animals.


Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,760

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, multiple positions, a bit of fluff

Summary: When the heat goes out in the bunker, Sam makes suer the reader stays warm.

The bunker was freezing. Brick walls did nothing to help the chill that permeated the air, and you curled up even tighter under your many layers of covers.

Earlier, while you and the boys were feasting on a fine dinner of olive pizza and Samuel Adams, a loud clunking sound issued from the basement. Dean had gone downstairs and come back up a few minutes later, declaring that the heating was broken. Your only resolve until you could get around to fixing it was to bundle up in your warmest clothing.

Now, it was nearly midnight, and you huddled, sandwiched between several blankets that simply absorbed the chill from the rest of the bunker. You were wearing your favorite pair of sweats and a thick sweater, which also did little to contain your body heat.

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Tell Me, How Do You Like It? (m)

Summary: All Yoongi wants is for you to tell him exactly how you like it. He is more than willing to deliver. 
Genre: Smut, PWP and a tad hint of fluff at the end
Warnings: orgasm denial, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex and a dash of spanking
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,250

Originally posted by hidden--demons

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anonymous asked:

Gency prompt! "I can't stand the thought of losing you." 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

Sorry for the late response! I’ve been rather busy lately but I managed to find some time at 2am to squeeze this in! I hope you enjoy!

A response to a prompt for me 2K Followers Event (which is technically still active though with delayed replies I suppose ^^”). Thank you for the wonderful prompt!

Artwork by the wonderful h@ge. It just fitted so well that I couldn’t help but use it <3

The air was quiet without even a breath of the wind, as though the tension had halted the breezes in their tracks. The air felt dry, as if Angela bit her lips as she felt her eyes tear up, her wall breaking down as Mercy slipped away. The confident, professional doctor was gone now, replaced by a teary-eyed angel by the name of Angela.

“Why would you do that? Do you know how much you scared me? I thought you were going to … I didn’t know … Genji!”

With that, she pulled Genji into her, hugging him tightly with his head on her shoulder. She did not want to bury her face in his chest, though it was quite tempting. Though it was definitely an appealing option in most cases, the nearly lethal chest would he just received was definitely not something she wanted to look at right then. Even if she had patched him up to fully healthy condition with only a minor amount of blood loss, she was afraid that if she looked at the crack in his armor, he would suddenly collapse lifelessly in front of her.

As such, she was more than happy to simply hold him closely against her, simply crying gently though calming down with each sniffle she took. She knew it was far from professional and what he needed at that moment, but she couldn’t help it. He nearly died in her arms. Just for this once, she just wanted to be selfish. Even if she was unprofessional, to hell with it. What mattered to her right then was that she could hold him close and feel his warmth against her. A warmth that said he was still alive.

“Angela dear. I can’t breathe.”

Angela paused and sniffled once before pulling back a bit, letting go of him and looking away bashfully. That elicited a chuckle from Genji, which was met with a small pout from the lady facing him, one that did not hide her own smile for too long.

After a moment, Genji let out a soft sigh and glanced away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried you and done something so reckless. But …”

Angela looked at him, coughing once to push away the last of her unrestrained emotions and putting on a false interrogative frown toward him. “But what, my dear sparrow? You better have a good reason for worrying me so much.”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.”

That made her stop, looking at him in disbelief. She coughed once, meeting his eyes steadily but finding her cheeks turning warmer. After a short moment of silence, she let out in a soft voice. “Could you say that again?”

That made Genji frown and tapped her on the forehead with his fingers as he said, “Oh now you’re just being greedy. Was it really that special to you?”

Angela bit her index finger between her soft lips, nodding once shyly which only made Genji make an exasperated expression and sighed.

“Seriously. I’ve been in love with you for all this time, hinting and confessing to you in a huge variety of different ways I spent sleepless nights rehearsing. And this is the one you’ll treat at my confession?”

Angela opened her mouth to defend herself, though she was confused herself. Had she really been that oblivious to his approach? While she knew that he was long discharged from her care and hence no longer in her professional relationship, she had not expected him to feel the same way about her too.

However, Genji saved her from having to speak as he continued. “Very well. I’ll say it one more time. I suppose we’re even, now that you have saved me and I have saved you. That being said, I would still like to be able to take you out on a date.”

He gave her a gentle smile, his visor somewhere on the dirt ground in the distance. Not that it mattered though, not when it meant he could gaze directly into her beautiful blue eyes as feel her gentle touch on his arms. With every word he spoke, he made sure to mean every last bit of it.

“Angela, you’re a wonderful part of my life. And I can’t ever bear the thought of losing you.”

The sun peeked from over the cover of the clouds, its rays shining on the wreckage of vehicles and abandoned buildings around the pair. Despite being in such a ruinous place, he supposed that this would be a memory he would treasure more than any other one in his life. Or at least, any that he had ever had before this moment and that she will undoubtedly bring to him. She was a miracle worker after all. A worker, a doctor, and an angel.

“So please, promise me that you’ll always be by my side. Today and forever.”

A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader)

Originally posted by gotjimin

Originally posted by requiem-on-water

(The GIF of the wolf is intended to represent Aera when she transforms. I admittedly do not possess the ability at this current juncture to even fathom what godly wolf form Park Jimin would take on.)

Hello guys! So, here’s the fanfic that I’ve been working on in tandem with ‘Risen from the Ashes’. If you guys have yet to check it out, I would certainly appreciate it if you did. If not, that’s cool too. Without further wordiness from me, here are details of the story:

Pairing: Aera x Jimin (though it can totally be taken as a Reader x Jimin. Just replace her name with whatever you’d like to be addressed as, as her name is very seldom used)

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut to come in later chapters)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (or reader if you like) and, of course, BTS. Aera'a brother Jung (though this could also be replaced with whatever name you fancy)

Word Count: 4,516

Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

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Are humans the only ones with zoos?

This is my first sashay into the world of “Humans are space orcs” so forgive me if someone has already done this idea. I was wondering: What if humans are the only ones with zoos? (This is my first original Tumblr post ever, actually, so please be kind to the newbie.)

“Human Sam,” L’Vae asked over drinks that evening, “I was wondering how you managed to survive on your planet against the fearsome hippopotamus and bears.”

“Oh!” I set down my cup, “I’ve only ever seen them in the zoo. Where I lived was mostly populated with people. But I got to see them in the zoo.”

L’Vae tilted zir eyestalks in a gesture of confusion. “What is ‘the zoo’?”

“It’s, um, it’s a place, usually in bigger cities, where people can go in and look at animals and fish and stuff. The animals are kept in enclosures that look like their natural environment, sorta.” I shook my head a little. “Some zoos were kind of pitiful, but some of them were huge and did a lot of research into how to help animals breed and increase the diversity of the gene pool and stuff like that.”

L’Vae had frozen with zir fore-appendage halfway to zir mouth. Ze whispered, shocked, “You put them in cages?”

“Well, it was in an attempt to study different species and to help–”

“Surrounded by people?” ze interrupted, getting increasingly more loud and agitated, splashing zir drink as the cup landed forcefully back on the surface of the table.

“Um, it was the only chance a lot of people were going to be able to see these creatures, maybe ever, and getting people to pay to visit was a good way to raise money for research–”

“And they didn’t escape and kill everyone?!” Several patrons at nearby tables in the bar started glancing over at us as zir voice rose to a screech.

“What? No!” I said, shook my head emphatically. “No, no, no. There were safety measures, like trenches and fences and really thick glass–”

“AGAINST A HIPPOPOTAMUS?!” Half of the bar turned to look at our conversation that time.

“Um. Yeah? I mean, some animals would manage to get out now and then, but not usually anything very dangerous. And they’d mostly get recaptured pretty quickly.” L’Vae just stared at me, dazed. But at least ze wasn’t screaming anymore. I refilled zir cup and ze took a drink, out of reflex more than actual thought.

“Zoos were fun places to take the kids,” I said, trying to sound reassuring. “ Very safe, fun for the whole family. Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about,” ze repeated, mumbling quietly, and took another drink. “Fun … whole family.” Ze shook zir head, still sounding stunned.

“Yup, yup. Easy, tame fun,” I smiled, and hoped it looked reassuring. I took a drink from my cup and sighed, wistfully. “But not nearly as fun as a safari.”


Plot: you ignore your bias after a fight and he tries to get you to forgive him.

Genre: Fluff

word count: 1,018


I let out a frustrated sigh as i stormed back into my bedroom. I flopped down onto my bed, arms and legs outstretched, staring at the blank, white ceiling, my head full of thoughts about what happened only minutes before. It was a stupid fight, really, but he had said some things that I couldn’t forget so easily.

I was so deep in my thoughts i didn’t hear the door open and someone creep across the room to my bed. I turned my head when i felt the bed dip, and saw him coming closer to me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I really didn’t mean anything I said back there, I was just stressed and took out my frustration on you. I hope you can forgive me.” I turned around and stepped out of the bed, ignoring him.

“I’ll go make dinner,” I said, not even turning to look at him. I walked into the kitchen getting out ingredients and supplies to make his favorite dish. Even though I was mad at him, I still loved him. I heard the patter of footsteps running down the hall, coming towards the kitchen, stopping behind me.

“I can help,” he said, “Just tell me what to do.”

“Just wash and cut those vegetables over there,” I said, still refusing to look at him. I was afraid that when I looked at him all my resolve would crumble and I would forgive him instantly. He immediately started getting to work doing his best to do what I had told him to.  I stole a glance over at him when I was sure he wouldn’t notice, and saw his face in a cute pout of concentration, his eyes focused on the knife, making sure he cut the vegetables in even pieces. As we were moving around the kitchen he kept stopping by me to kiss my cheek or nose or anywhere he could reach, all the while smiling even though I would push him away. When he was finished cutting the vegetables he came over to me and circled his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

“I’m finished,” he said in a cute voice, then gave me a quick peck on my cheek, knowing I couldn’t resist his aegyo. I tried to remove his arms from my waist but he just hugged me tighter to him.”I’m not letting you go,” he said, still in his aegyo voice.

“I have to turn off the stove before the food burns,” I said, “Please let go.”

“No,” he stated, refusing to release his tight grip on me. I started walking to the other side of the kitchen to turn off the stove with him still wrapped around me like a koala bear.

“Can you please set the table?” I asked him, finally getting rid of his tight grip around me, even though it left me feeling a little cold without his warmth.

Once we started eating, he began to compliment me over everything. “Ah, this tastes so good!” “Thank you so much for cooking tonight!” “These were cooked perfectly!” “You’re always so pretty!” I looked down at what i was wearing seeing myself dressed in an old pair of sweatpants, one of his shirts that was too big on me, my hair up a messy bun, and no makeup on my face.

I scoffed glancing up at him seeing a beautiful smile on his face. “Seriously?”

“Of course!” he replied, with the same gorgeous smile.

We continued to eat, him still showering me with compliments. I was slowly losing my resolve and had forgiven him, but I enjoyed this cute side of him.

He picked up a piece of food and brought it across the table towards my mouth. “Ahh,” he demonstrated, opening his mouth as if he was going to take a bite of food. I refused to open my mouth still not wanting to give into his cute antics, but after a few failed attempts, he managed to feed me, giggling cutely every time he placed a piece of food in my mouth.

When we finished eating, he helped me clear the table and wash the dishes, all the while talking about anything and everything and telling me how much he loved me. Once we were done he suggested we watch something, so we went to the living room and he put on my favorite movie. He sat down on the couch and pulled me towards him wrapping his body around me like a warm blanket. He kept peppering kisses all over my face and neck, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, making it hard to focus on the movie. After a little while he finally asked in a quiet, timid voice, “Have you forgiven me yet?”

I smiled turning to look straight into his eyes, “I forgave you awhile ago, I just like seeing this cute side of you,” I said, watching as a wave of relief washed over his face.

“You scared me,” he said pouting. “Ah, I was so scared,” he whined, throwing his head back.

 You put your hands on either side of his face, tilting his head so you could look into his eyes, the same eyes you fell in love with. “I’m sorry,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hey, since you scared me like that, I deserve a proper one right here,” he exclaimed, bringing his index finger up to his lips, pressing them softly and closing his eyes. I grabbed his wrist to bring his hand away from his face, and leant down closing my eyes as well, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. I made sure to pour all my love for him into the kiss to assure him that he was forgiven.

When we finally pulled away, he peered down at me mischievously. He began tickling me all over, making tears well up in my eyes from laughing and causing me to yell for him to stop.

“This is what you get for worrying me like that,” he responded, continuing to tickle me.


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And to the anon who requested this, I hope you enjoy! I’m not really good at writing or fluff but I tried my best. Constructive feedback and criticism is always welcome.


Only a few days until the finale, so here’s a little something to tide you over
Contains spoilers for 12x22 and 12x23

1.5K Giveaway 1/3: Single Toddler Posepack!

Hey guyss!! We reached 1,5K on Instagram so here is the first of 3 posepacks you voted for :) I started with the single toddler Posepack:) You will need Andrews Poseplayer and teleport any sim mod! Please dont re-upload or claim as yours :** I’ll link you the bear I used below :** If you like go and tga me on Instagram on your pics so I can see it :):*

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Dan’s first video (Text edition)





 (^_^)/ hi.

My name is 

(/^_^)/ [DAN]

(/^_^/) [iel :3]

(^-^) and this is my first, proper, video, I guess!

(/^_^0) Woo!

(^_^#) I mean, I’ve always kind of wanted to be the kind of person who posts videos, but I guess I’ve never really had the confidence or the motivation to.

(#^_^#) Says the person with tissue paper all over his face

(^_^/) *cleans off tissue paper*

(^_^) But that was until some really good friends of mine persuaded me to give it a shot!

(#^_^#) *thinks of Phil*

(/^_^/) and so I am!

(*_*) I sound nothing like this by the way, this laptop’s microphone makes me sound like a pedophile/tramp/polar bear

(#^_^#) please don’t take this personally.




(^_^/) *Fixes fringe*

(^_^) My videos will probably be a variety of things, from like little skits to vloggy videos or creative things! I’m going to try to make it interesting, and not all the same. 

(^_^) Yeah i’m just going to try to not be like one of those people who sits there like

(!-!) Hi, so today kinda sucked, uh I went to college and it was raining and,, yeah, it’s kinda awkward I don’t know what to say.

(!<!) *laughs sadly*

(!-!) yeah…

(!-!/) *fixes fringe*

(!-!) I’m probably going to go now


(^_^) But yeah, I am going to try my best to at least attempt to be entertaining.

()\(^0^)% *Dances to music*

(^_^) So yeah if you could please click the yellow box of infinite happiness, cause’ I’m going to start making videos quite soon, I’ve got 

(/^_^\) Loads of ideas

(^_^) And I’ll try to post videos regularly 


(/^-^) *wipes mascara* What have I done to my face? blegh

==*== Side note, look what I woke up with! I just, I just woke up and that was on my arm, what the *EXTREMELY LOUD BEEP THAT NOBODY WAS READY FOR* was that? It’s like some bloody person took a square brand and impaled me in my sleep. Probably.

(^_^) So 

(^/\^) *claps* 

(^_^) Yeah if you’d like to subscribe I’d

(<3) *makes heart hands* love you forever, and I will

(/^_^/) See you soon! 


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Bad girls don’t get to cum

Originally posted by davidxhaller

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 4415
Warning: Smut

Notes: Hello everyone! I’ve been reading (stalking) everything about Vikings lately(well mostly Ivar because let’s face it I’m Ivar trash right now) and you guys made me want to write something of my own. So there it is! My first one-shot. English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes. This is my first smut as well so please bear with me! Feedback are always welcomed. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Becoming a skilled shieldmaiden was the only thing you ever dreamed of since you were a child. But your parents did not like the idea of you risking your life so they never wanted you to learn. They always said that you would become a farmer like them and take over the family’s farm, like they did. When you turned thirteen, you did not listen any longer and escaped every morning to go train all by yourself with a sword you found one day near the river. Without any experience, your training was not helpful at all; all you did was swinging your sword, desperately trying to gain some skills. One afternoon, while you were practicing, you heard laughs behind you. The Ragnarssons, princes of Kattegat, were watching you. Since that day, they helped you training and fast you became really good at this. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd treated you like a close friend and you saw in them the brothers you never had. As for Ivar, it was deadly complicated. At the beginning, he did not like you at all, always mocking you, telling you how bad you were or how your body was not fitted to be a warrior. He was hurting your feeling but you had never showed it. One day, you had enough and challenged him. Unfortunately, you lost the fight but it was enough to show him that you were not just a poor girl trying desperately to become a fighter. Since that day, he was more careful with his words; he even helped you and showed you some tricks. With time, you both fell for each other.

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The Princess And The Lost Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 944
Warnings: Fluff. Fluffy Lucifer. Something different.
Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration
Requested by: @wolfgamzee. Prompt: Stuffed Animals / Quote: “Tell me a bedtime story.”

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Kylo Ren is forced to leave the Finalizer, abruptly ending his growing relationship with Hux, and begin intensive training on multiple planets across the galaxy. Three years later and Kylo makes his return to the First Order ship immediately looking for Hux. But what he finds is an emotionless, heartbroken man who also happens to have a new robotic arm due to a battle gone wrong. The guilt Kylo feels is overwhelming.

Kylo hadn’t wanted to leave in the first place.

The Supreme Leader had been adamant, insisting that the training he wanted Kylo to complete could not be done on board the Finalizer, the place where Kylo most wanted to be.

Conquer the elements,’ Snoke had said. ‘Overcome nature’s harshest of storms and most hazardous terrains, and you will come closer to the Force. Go.’

It would mean travelling across the galaxy, finding planets that harboured the conditions that he needed to survive until he could return to his master successful, which had meant leaving Hux, meant terminating their budding relationship before it has time to bloom.

Hux hadn’t shown much emotion when Kylo had broken the news to him the night before he was due to leave. In fact, Hux hadn’t shown any emotion at all, just simple acknowledgement and then sex. Quiet sex that was usually loud and filled with passion: Hux just seemed to lie back and let Kylo get himself off before sleeping silently side by side.

With nothing more than a quick goodbye—Kylo had hesitated for a moment before leaving, wondering whether to kiss Hux, something to remember him by, but Hux hadn’t so much as opened his eyes as Kylo had dressed—Kylo had left the General’s quarters, knowing that he has to get over this relationship quickly if he were to succeed in his training, and return to Hux as quickly as possible.

That had been 3 years ago.

Kylo’s orders are to return to the Finalizer to resume joint command with General Hux, though Snoke had made a jibe that, with Kylo’s new strength and his triumph in his recent training, Kylo is leagues above Hux and his lack of Force-sensitivity.

Kylo had agreed with his master, fighting the urge to defend Hux and his exceptional mind.

He flies to the Finalizer at maximum speed, finally allowing himself to think of Hux again, having tried to blank him out until his work was done, the desperation to merely see Hux again almost overwhelms him. As Kylo arrives and steps down from his Command Shuttle, his gaze darts around the hangar bay searching for Hux, expecting him to be stood in his usual authoritative stance to greet Kylo from his mission.

But Hux isn’t waiting for him; he isn’t even in the hangar bay.

Kylo is grateful that he has his mask on; he’s able to hide the intense mix of sadness and anger in his eyes.

Without even hesitating, Kylo marches off, his new robes flowing behind him, and begins his search for Hux.

The bridge, the meeting rooms, his quarters. The last place that Kylo needs to look is Hux’s office, and he even finds himself hearing a strange distortion through the Force as he nears the door, and he knows that Hux is inside.

Kylo doesn’t knock—he’s never knocked—before entering, immediately seeing Hux sat at his desk.

But something is frightfully amiss. Kylo can sense it.

Hux’s face is slightly obscured by the light blue hologram of a grand star destroyer floating above the desk, but Kylo can see the dark circles under his pale eyes, his red hair slightly longer and merely brushed back out of the way rather than combed military-style.

“Ren,” Hux says, monotone, with a quick glance up from his datapad and straight back down again. “Can I help you with something?”

Kylo can’t help but feel pierced by the coldness of Hux’s tone.

“I expected you to be in the hangar for my arrival,” he replies, voice distorted by his mask, hiding his upset.

“I’m busy.”

Kylo gives the holographic blueprints a quick look before fixing his gaze back on Hux.

“So I see.”

The room falls completely silent, the air between them cold and tense, and Kylo has never felt less powerful in his life.

“If there’s nothing else, Master Ren, then I’ll have to ask you to leave me to my work,” Hux snaps, even pointing to the door, but the gesture makes Kylo feel like he’s staring at the fierce end of a gun. Deciding that Hux seeing his hurt eyes will aid his cause, Kylo unclasps his helmet and removes it, suddenly feeling much more vulnerable.

“Hux, don’t be like this, I didn’t—“

I said,” Hux spits, flattening his palms on the desk as he stands up, head hanging between his shoulders. “Leave me.”

Kylo’s chest hurts. “I already did.”

Hux visibly shakes as though physically hurt by Kylo’s words. The emotion is rolling off of his consciousness in tsunami-like waves, threatening to knock Kylo out if he concentrates too hard on their source. Too suddenly for Kylo’s liking, Hux moves, storming away from his desk and taking long strides towards the ‘fresher door on the other side of the room.

Kylo leaps forward, grabbing Hux by the hand before he can get away, but he’s unnerved what he feels.

Hux’s hand is freezing cold, fingers thinner and sharper than Kylo remembers. And he remembers.

“What…” Kylo mutters, looking down at Hux’s hand, terror surging through him.

Hux doesn’t stop him as he eases his jacket off, sliding it down over his arms until he’s left in just his undershirt, revealing the true extent of his injury. From the middle of his left bicep, Hux has a cybernetic limb, bare of synthskin, gold metallic skeleton on show for the galaxy to see.

Hux is naturally left-handed.

Kylo feels as though he may faint, his mind and heart and soul consumed with guilt.

Hux,” Kylo gasps, subconsciously tightening his grip around Hux’s robotic hand. “I…I’m sorry—“

Don’t.” Hux turns finally, revealing a black eye and a split lip, stitching on his forehead. “Don’t you dare fucking apologise to me, Kylo. You chose to leave me, just when I was falling—“

Hux bites his lip, flinching as he catches his cut with his teeth, and shakes his head. He yanks his hand out of Kylo’s grip and wraps his natural hand around his robotic bicep and rubs it slightly as though trying to warm it, and Kylo feels his eyes brim with tears.

No, Hux, no,” Kylo says, voice breaking. “I wanted to stay, but my training, it was—Snoke said I had to go. I thought you understood.”

Hux sighs.

“I thought I did understand you,” Hux replies. “But it appears as though I’ve never been more wrong in my life. Get out, Ren. It’s too late.”


Kylo sinks to his knees, shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back his sobs, but fails. He kneels in front of Hux, somehow wanting to show his anguish, wanting to show how willing he is to go to the ends of the galaxy for Hux, but he realises it just makes him look weak.

“Ren,” Hux says, tone seemingly calm, hiding a storm. “Get up.”

No,” Kylo says through gritted teeth. “Never. Not until you know that I would never abandon you. Armitage. Please, understand.”

Kylo reaches his trembling hand upwards, seeking out Hux’s cybernetic, latching on tightly once he finds it. The fingers twitch slightly in Kylo’s palm, and he guesses that Hux isn’t yet used to it, movements still slightly stiff.

“Kylo, stop. It’s a waste of time. Get up.”

No! Hux, please.” The tears on Kylo’s cheeks are hot, burning his skin, but the only feeling he concentrates on is Hux’s cold fingers against his sweating palms.

Carelessly, Kylo scans the edges of Hux’s mind, searching for the incident, the battle that took Hux’s arm from him. When Kylo sees it, he wishes he never looked. The battle had been fierce, only thirteen days ago, Hux with the ground squadron, fighting nobly against the attacking clan.

The grenade. The explosion. The pain.

The guilt is consuming him, suddenly seeing Hux lying under a cold light in the medical wing, writhing in pain as the medics try to sedate him, left arm already unsaveable, lost in the blast.

Ren! Help me! Please!’ Hux cries, gritting his teeth, overcome by pain. His eyes unfocus as drugs begin to consume him, his body relaxing on the examination table, uttering four desperate words before an oxygen mask is strapped over his mouth. ‘Come…home…Love…you.’

Kylo comes back to himself with an anguished shout, burying his head against Hux’s thigh, squeezing his hand.

“My fault,” he cries. “I’m sorry, Armitage, so sorry, I should’ve been there, I failed you, but please, don’t leave me, not like I left you, I can’t bear it any longer—.”

For a moment, when Hux pries his cybernetic hand from Kylo’s grip, Kylo expects it to contort around his neck to crush his windpipe in payment of his failure. He can’t help but gasp and recoil when the metal hand strokes through his hair softly. He looks up as the cold fingers caress his cheek.

“I can’t feel you,” Hux says, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Ren. I can’t feel you.”

Hux falls to his knees too, sitting opposite Kylo, hand still on his cheek, caressing it, as though he believes that if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to feel the smoothness of Kylo’s pale cheek with his metal fingers. Chest aching from sorrow, Kylo reaches for Hux’s other hand and brings it up to his cheek.

You can,” Kylo says, his own hands cupping both of Hux’s, voice shaking though he tries to keep it strong. “See? I’m here. Right here, Hux. Stars, I’m never going to leave you again.”

Hux opens his mouth to reply but a cry escapes instead, and he suddenly lurches forwards, flinging his arms around Kylo’s neck to cry into his shoulder. Kylo holds on tightly, guilt surging through his veins, constricting his heart until he swears that its quick thrums are chanting Hux Hux to him, one final taunt of his weakness.

“Ssh, Armitage,” Kylo soothes, rocking him gently. “You’re safe. I promise.”


Hux’s natural hand slides up to grasp the hair at the nape of Kylo’s neck, pulling at it, combing it through his fingers, and Kylo slides his eyes closed, defeated by his guilt.

Kylo knows that the kissing and affection will come later. Now, Hux needs him. And he isn’t going to fail Hux again.

criticaldrive  asked:

Valentine's Day is coming, what would the chocobros do for their S/O? :D

I had to get this typed up today! Happy valentines guys! (If you’ve read this you’re now my valentine, no take backs! Muhahaha, ily!) ❤ Anyway, read on and spend your valentines with your favourite chocobro! (Or if you’re like me, all of them…)


- Hey shall we go check out that dungeon for valentines? Just kidding. Kinda.
- Noctis would give you your card and you’d give him his, but before you can open yours he’d make an excuse to leave the room.
- Little do you know he literally just lingers outside of the door, out of view.
- Anyway, you open your card waiting for him to get back, but something falls out of it.
- A slip of paper lands in your lap, but you pick it up to see it’s a poem.
- Handwritten. In Noctis’ loopy scrawl.
- He’s written you a poem.
- And what’s more, it’s really good.
- About how you met, how much he cares about you, the way he adores how you look and just how you are.
- It’s all sappy and mushy and it’s just everything he wishes he could say to your face without it sounding muddled and a hell of a lot less eloquent.
- And then from the corner of your eye you spot the little bin he has in his room, filled to the brim with crumpled up paper that was extremely similar to yours.
- How long had he spent on it? Getting frustrated and no doubt worked up into an angry defiant ball as he so usually did. But he persevered because he just so badly wanted to tell you exactly how he felt but he sucks at speaking face to face about that kind of stuff.
- You’re emotional just thinking about how much work he had to have put into this one slip of paper.
- “Shit, are you crying?”
- His voice startles you, and you look up to see him walking over to you hurriedly.
- “I’m sorry if it’s not great, I tried.”
- “No silly, it’s… it’s wonderful, thank you.”
- “Oh… oh well, I’m glad you like it.”
- He’d go into bashful mode at your gratitude, which is why he left the room in the first place because he didn’t want to be all awkward for you.
- But his pulse is racing and his heart is singing because holy shit they like it.
- And all those hours he put in didn’t matter, because he’s just happy to know that you know how he really feels, and that you’re happy.


- You’d go over to see Prompto in the morning, but find he doesn’t seem to actually be in his house. He doesn’t answer when you call him. Instead, you find a picture taped to his bedroom door.
- It’s a picture of… the kitchen?
- You head on over to the kitchen holding the photograph, and look exactly where he took the picture to see another photo with a heart shaped chocolate next to it.
- This is a scavenger hunt!
- This picture shows the sofa in the living room area, so you hurry on over to it.
- Just as expected, there’s another photo and yet another heart shaped chocolate.
- So cute.
- This time this was a photo of the table behind you, but in the corner there were words written in the hand you recognised so well.
- ‘Getting warmer!’
- You turn to the table to see yet another photograph and of course, a heart shaped chocolate to accompany it.
- Lifting the photo you recognise that it’s a picture of Prompto’s bedroom. There is more writing on the photo in the same scrawl.
- ‘Nearly there now!’
- You rush to the bedroom, wondering what you might find, and open the door.
- There, right in the middle of the bed is your adorable boyfriend, looking really pleased with himself.
- On his lap is a huge teddy bear – so cliché but so adorable.
- “You found me!” He’s so excited, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
- “I did!” You’d go to join him on the bed, and he hands over the teddy bear to you.
- “Happy valentines! Oh and I also got you this…” His voice trails off a little at the end and you can tell he is suddenly nervous.
- He hands you something in a small brown paper bag. Curious, you slide the object out of the bad and into your palm.
- It’s an adorable photo of the two of you, looking incredibly happy together. The photo itself is in a silver frame, decorated with cutesy hearts.
- “I… I hope it’s alright. It’s my favourite photo.” He’s fiddling with the bed covers, barely able to keep contact cause damn it he’s just so nervous.
- Your heart could burst, this boy is the cutest!
- He beams as you tell him you love it.
- Best valentines ever.


- Gladio would act like normal for the morning.
- He’d give you a card of course, but say he has nothing planned.
- You’d be a bit disappointed, but what can you do?
- He’d even go off to do his usual workout routine. Maybe valentines just wasn’t his thing?
- So you’d go on about your day as normal, until the night fell.
- Suddenly Gladio’s face has lit up, he’s all smiles as he asks you to come outside with him.
- “Wha- but it’s night time?”
- “Come on!” He’d urge so you’d get up to follow him.
- Outside there are… candles? There’s a large candle every so often in the road, and you can see the trail lead off into the distance with a soft glow. You look back at Gladio in bewilderment.
- “You didn’t think I’d forget did you?” He is grinning, folding his arms and looking rather pleased with himself.
- “You did all that?” You gesture incredulously.
- “Well, I only set them out earlier, I enlisted the help of three friends to light them all.” He remembered how much complaining Noctis had done. It’s okay, my lover is worth it.
- Gladio took your hand and you set off walking under the blanket of the night sky, walking past one of the candles every now and then.
- “Here, I also got you this.”
- “Oh, what is it – Gladio.”
- He’s handed you a small survival tool kit.
- “It pays to be prepared. And it will put my mind at ease.” He insisted.
- You roll your eyes at him but you have to stifle a giggle. Typical Gladio.
- Finally you get to the end of the candle lit path, where a lovely bunch of roses are waiting for you.
- Gladio would wrap his warm jacket around you suddenly, taking you into his big strong arms.
- “Did I fool you then?”
- “You certainly did.” You told him, pulling him down for a kiss.
- He pulls away with that cheeky smirk in place, a glint in his eye.
- “What…?” You ask wearily.
- “I always wondered what it would be like to go… al fresco.”
- “Gladio!”
- His laugh is infectious and soon you join in.
- But hey, if you’re down with the idea he definitely is.


- This guy will play to his strength and cook you the most amazing meal you’ve ever had, and that’s saying something since you eat his cooking a lot.
- He’d have it all ready for you by the time you arrive, the table beautifully set and – of course – candle lit.
- He’d spoil you rotten the entire day as well, massages, food and drink, you name it.
- He’d also really love the gift you got him, and chuckle at the very soppy card (which by the way, he’d never get rid of).
- When he hands you his card, you realise he has hand made it. It’s lovely and elegant and so Iggy, but so you at the same time.
- When you finish the meal, he’d come round to your side and offer you his hand to dance with him.
- Even if you protest that you suck, he’ll let you stand on his toes and he’d guide you.
- All he wants is to be close and intimate with you damn it.
- He’d press you against him as you danced, needing to feel you close.
- He’s also really good.
- It would be slow and sensual, you’d be hyper aware of the way his fingertips drifted over your arms, rested at the small of your back, trailed over your jawline with feather light touches…
- “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this at all… but you are truly beautiful.”
- “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” You’d tease him, to which he’d smile fondly.
- “It never hurts just to be sure.”
- Near the end of the song he’d dip you down in a classic move so smooth with his hands steadying you, your thigh round his hip.
- And he’d give you a little smirk before bending down to kiss you hard.
- When you’re finally up right, you’re giving him such bedroom eyes it unreal.
- You know he understands as his smirk turns into a full blown grin.
- “Shall we?” And with that he’d lead you to the bedroom.

Never Alone (Negan x Reader)

A/N: Third and last part to Alone and Not Alone 

Summary: You and Negan are together. Could it be true love? And can it really last forever?

Warnings: OOC Negan, Caring and Loving Negan, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Death. 

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It was probably a bad idea from the start, but the more time that past, the harder it was to get rid of the addiction that was Negan. There was a way about him, something that pulled you in and there was no escaping the darkness surrounding him once you started drowning in his aura.

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Hey everybody! I’ve finally got some money put back for this, and just in time — to celebrate 20,000 follows and 300 Ask Sam Stuff entries, I’m whipping out a contest parallel to Sam’s big beautiful B-day.

For the month of April, I’m hosting an Ask Sam Stuff contest that leads up to Sam’s birthday!

The basics are simple: pick an asksamstuff entry that you enjoyed or have some interest in, and expand upon it or recreate it in whatever way you want!

It can be fanfiction, fanart, crafts of some kind, or even edits! So long as they link with the selected entry in some way in subject matter, they’re all perfectly within the guidelines.  I want to see how amazingly creative all y'all are and expand our love for our boy, Sam Winchester (though of course, other characters are totally welcome, so long as you have Sam in there as a focal point). Post your creation to your blog with the hashtag #asksamcontest so I can find your entry throughout the month of April; you can also use @asksamstuff in your entry somewhere to ping me to it, or e-mail me a link at

Be sure to link the asksamstuff entry that it is based on in your contest post, or let me know which entry your post is based on via message!!

At the end of April, I will collect the entries and pick the winners of a select group of prizes!

The categories are: fanfiction, fanart, and fanedits (crafts will be placed under fanart unless I recieve a decent enough count to make a fourth category). Judging will be based on how well the entry is done — not just in artistic ability, but in effort, creativity, uniqueness, and so on! So don’t feel discouraged; a lot of it will come down to personal preferences and different ways of selecting winners.

There is ONE person who will get a top prize — a unique and one of a kind Sam-centric fancomic, 15-20 pages in length, printed and shipped to their house with a special thanks printed in the back! And it will be entirely based on one of your own prompts that you supply when the contest is over. It will have a thank you letter and will be solely your own to do with as you please; your eyes only, unless you’d like to post it or what have you. It’s all yours! (As a note, it may take a few weeks for this to be completed and shipped out, so bear with me; light character shipping is alright but nothing too dirty, I’m a prude).

From there, here are the prizes for winners of individual categories!

Two winners of each category will get to choose between a grayscale copy of any of the asksamstuff volumes, a color copy of The Little Golden Hunter’s Book — OR a piece of art based on a prompt they offer, if they already own the books or prefer a drawn picture. The art will be personalized with a thank you and can be sent to you, if you would like that instead of being gifted digitally.

A listed number of runners up will recieve a notecard with an original hand drawn Sam Winchester and a personalized thank you, as well as some stickers, in a cute little envelope!

Everyone who participated will be listed on a masterlist of entries for all to see, as well as a link to your blogs, that will remain linked on the asksamstuff blog’s navigation page. ♥

The only requirements for entering is the following:

• Fanfic should not be any longer than 10,000 words. People who can pump out more than that are so cool and I want your powers, but I want to be able to judge everyone quickly, and I fear I may not have time to go through long entries! 

Mark anything NSFW as such! But these things are not excluded, so long as they’re connected to the asksamstuff entry you selected.

• You have to be willing to give me an address to ship things to! If you’re very private and you’d rather enter but get an art piece or whatnot via e-mail, let me know when I announce the winners. I will ask winners to e-mail me at that time with addresses and what prize they want. Please be sure to be available via e-mail! Tumblr is very wonky sometimes.

Also again, be sure to use #asksamcontest so I can see it!


Have fun, and I’ll see you then!! ;)

(And don’t be afraid to ask questions if needed.)

— Ashlee

Standing up for her

Request: hiya love can you do a imagine where y/n is in the fencing team , y/n would be walking in the hallway with her uniform and saber (a certain sword they use in fencing ) and y/n sees Hannah getting bullied by the guys like sexual harassment and out of no where y/n pulls out her saber and just says something really badass leaving everyone speechless and leaving Hannah being bestfriends with y/n . Y/n teaching clay and Hannah to fence the next day.

Words: 1001

Warnings:  swearing and catcalls.

A/N: Hello lovelies! Thank you for sending in requests. To the people who sent in asks for imagines requests, I see them and I’ve added them to my list. I feel self conscious in posting my works here but I see your comments and I just feel so grateful and motivated by it so thank you so much! Also, I’m still taking imagines request but it might take some time posting them because I’m working through other requests please bear with me! Lastly, I’m not sure if this is badass enough, but anywayI had fun writing this. I hope you like it! Im sorry i suck at titles

Originally posted by greyingshepherd

It’s only the third period of the day and honestly, you couldn’t wait for this day to be over and vent your frustration in fencing. Since this morning, everyone has been buzzing about the childish list of who’s hot and not. It swiftly circulated among students, especially with people posting it on their snapchats and instagram stories. The thought of walking through the halls was revolting as numerous catcalls have been thrown at you ever since people saw the list. Ridiculously, some people genuinely believes it was a good thing to be labeled as ‘best tits’. Sighing, you walked close to the lockers trying to avoid further encounters before you finally give in to the urge to smack someone in the face.

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First Kiss: Chenle


Anon: Do a first kiss with chenle please. But fluffy and cute.😘

This was quite cute to write, so I hope you like this! Than you to the anon who gave me the inspiration for this aWe bless :’-)

Originally posted by nctinfo

  • Right, so this is gonna be quite fluffy and so please bear with me lmao
  • This is gonna be inspired from the Switch music video, idea curtesy of anon who suggested this idea lmao
  • So you had been friends with Chenle for a very long time
  • You had known him ever since you were a toddler when you fell over and toddler-Chenle came to you, kissed your knee better and tried to make you laugh
  • Ever since then, you two had been joined at the hip
  • You were dubbed twins by the older members but a part of you had these underlying feelings for Chenle
  • At first, you thought it was just because of admiration for him - he was an idol at such a young age and you were so proud of him
  • But then you realised that it was more than that
  • It wasn’t like you actively tried to hide your crush from him but you didn’t try to make it obvious either
  • You were happy to just be with him, and that was the main thing for you, not if you had a label and were an item
  • So one summer afternoon you were hanging out with the NCT members in a massive park
  • You were close to all the members and they all felt like older brothers to you
  • The weather was damp and humid, and of course, boys being boys, they got irritated by the heat very quickly
  • You suggested a water gun fight, gesteruring in the direction of a small convenience store near by
  • Immediately they started cheering, delight in their faces
  • Ten and Chenle started jumping around like fools already trying to gather money from the other members to buy some water guns
  • After they had been bought, the members decided to take things one step further and have teams 
  • Taeyong delegated the members into 2 teams, the black team and the white team
  • White team: Taeyong, Ten, Yuta, Taeil, Haechan, Jeno, Chenle, WinWin, Kun
  • Black team: Hansol, Mark, Jaemin, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Renjun, Jisung, Y/N
  • Unluckily for you, you were on a different team to Chenle, armed with a water gun and a piece of black rag around your arm
  • It was decided that everyone would have 5 minutes to run and hide before the game properly started 
  • And immediately you ran in the opposite direction toward a large oak tree in the distance 
  • You watched from your safe spot as the other guys ran off, screaming in delight and shouting insults to one another jokingly
  • Since you had hidden yourself quite well and quite easily, you moved back behind the tree and sat down, waiting for the 5 minutes to be over
  • It was cool and shady, and you watched some other people strolling around the park and relaxing
  • Suddenly you feel a squirt of cold water on your shoulder and you jump, gasping at the coldness 
  • A hand covers your mouth and your eyes widening until you here a a giggle and soothing voice reassure you 
  • “Y/N! Calm down! Gosh…”
  • Chenle’s voice instantly relieves you and you sign in relief, when he takes his hand off 
  • He sits beside you, stretching his legs out next to yours and leaning back on the tree behind you
  • Staring at him in shock, you shuffle away, hitting his shoulder for scaring you like that
  • If it was anyone else, you would’ve been fuming, saying that this was your hiding spot and to go away
  • But this was Chenle, your crush, and despite being on the opposite team for this game, you were glad he was there
  • “What are you doing here, Chenle? We’re on different teams”, you questioned the boy beside you, who was playing with his water gun and checking if he had enough water in it
  • He shrugs, suggesting he didn’t really have a reason to be here and to basically just accept that he was there
  • “Relax, Y/N, the game hasn’t even started yet”, he laughs at you, pushing you gently back against the tree in attempt to make you more comfortable and relaxed
  • Humming in response, you do sit back, watching quietly as he continues to fiddle with his water gun, occasionally shooting water to see how far he could get the water to land
  • You giggle when he turns the gun on himself and pretends to shoot himself, pulling weird and crazy faces and smiling fondly when you laugh at him
  • Eventually he calms down, and you two are left in a quiet silence
  • You just sit there, shoulder to shoulder, watching people walk by in front of you, listening to the wind whistling and the sun shining
  • You hear the other members starting to scream and you peer from behind the tree to see them all running about, shooting water at one another and laughing
  • Standing up, you brush off your clothes and pick up your water gun, preparing to step out and into the action
  • However, a hand stops you abruptly and you turn back to see Chenle standing up with you, shaking his head slightly
  • “No! Don’t go yet! I mean, let’s stay here and surprise them when they’re least expecting it, yeah?“ 
  • Chenle said suddenly, blushing afterwards
  • You stutter out an okay, not really understanding why he wanted to do this but then again, it did sound like a good plan
  • Leaning back on your heels, you smile at Chenle and his awkwardness
  • He avoids your gaze and gulps, moving closer to you slightly but then retreating back again
  • At this point, you start to get weirded out, unable to understand what he was doing 
  • You sigh and stretch your neck, turning your head back to Chenle to ask when you two should go back to the game and play
  • But, instead you feel a pair of soft lips on yours, making you gasp and shut your eyes instinctively
  • Chenle steps back, looking at you innocently and waiting for your reaction
  • Your fingers reach to touch your lips, and you can still find the coldness and softness of his lips on yours 
  • Since you don’t say anything for a while, Chenle’s face starts to fall and he clumsily picks up this water gun, muttering an apology and walking away sadly
  • Your fingers lace with his before he has the opportunity to walk away and you awkwardly tug him back, quietly saying "stay”
  • He looks at your interlocked hands, and smiled back up at you, wiggling his eyebrows as if to say “ooooooh skin contact!" 
  • Rolling your eyes, you giggle alone before moving closer to the shy boy and pecking him on the lips again
  • Well it wasn’t a peck but it wasn’t a very big intense kiss for obvious reasons lmao
  • His touches your cheek softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear
  • It was a really sweet and calm moment, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach
  • You literally couldn’t believe you were kissing the same boy who kissed your knee when you fell over years before, who grew up with you, succeeded as an idol and and was your best friend
  • To you, it was like a dream that you never wanted to leave
  • He had never been this delicate and soft around you, and it just melted your heart
  • But before you could pull away or savour the moment even more, you two were drenched in water
  • Chenle jumps back, screaming at the coldness of the water and glaring at the rest of the members who had all shot water at the pair of you at the same time
  • They didn’t seem angry or bothered that they had just caught you two kissing, but rather laughed airily at your shocked faces
  • Chenle raised an eyebrow at you, briefly looking down at your water gun then to the members, and gave you a nod
  • You grab your water gun and immediately turn on the members, laughing as you shoot them with water and they run away
  • Basically it’d be quite cute and brief because thIs is chenLE WHO IS TEO YEARS OLD AND SHOULDNT BE KISSING PEOPLE UNTIL HE’S MARRIED OK

First Kiss series

anonymous asked:

How would they react if their crush walked in on them crying?

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Noctis: His face and ears immediately go bright red, and he covers his face with his arms to try and hide. “Don’t look over here!” he barks, not meaning to sound so harsh but doing so is his only defense mechanism. He doesn’t want anyone to see him in such a vulnerable, pathetic state, especially the crush he wants to try so hard to impress. “Leave me alone. …Please,” he weakly begs them, but if they sit next to him anyway he won’t be able to bear it and lean his head on their shoulder. 

Ignis: His entire body jumps when his crush enters the room, as he hadn’t been expecting anyone to catch him at such a pitiful moment of weakness. He coughs and brushes it off the best he can, giving his eyes a quick wipe and pretending they didn’t see anything. “Y-Yes? How may I help you?” However, it would be painfully obvious that he was crying just literal moments before, so he’d drop the facade and quickly excuse himself once more to avoid having his reputation soiled. 

Gladio: He probably wouldn’t be crying very hard when it happens, but still feel a bit embarrassed at having his crush see him at the worst possible moment. “…What are you doing here?” he grunts out before wiping his arm across his face. Though he’s flustered, he still considers opening up to his crush in that moment; if he wants to be with them in the long term, they should know all the sides of him… right? “Come here,” he murmurs, then puts an arm around them. Somehow it feels better already.

Prompto: A gasp leaves him when he first sees them, and he furiously scrubs at his eyes to wipe away all his tears. “N-No, wait, don’t come here yet! Just… give me a second, okay? Ahahaha…” If they come any closer, he’ll just start crying again and open his arms. “S-Sorry… you think I could have a hug?” Of course he’s embarrassed to have his crush see him cry, but honestly, at the moment, he wants their attention and comfort more than anything.