that will always wonder where they went wrong

I’ve been thinking a lot about “us” lately and everything that we were and weren’t and the more I think the more I realize how we fell apart before we even got a chance to fall together. . 
and you know, I’ve spent so much time going through every single message, every phone call, every memory, just trying to figure out where it all went wrong, where we lost it all. But I never stopped to think, what if we never had it right? and now that I’m finally thinking that, I’m realizing how we never even had anything to lose in the first place.
because okay, sure, you were here, and trust me I know you were because I put more emphasis on that than it deserved. So, yes. yes. YES, YOU WERE HERE! but that didn’t change the fact that this was one sided from the beginning. Because, although you were here, you didn’t want to be, your heart was never with it.
It was always me, It was me carrying the weight of our conversations on my back, it was me who was turning your one worded replies into poetry and it was me who made this “relationship” enough for the both of us. and I never even noticed because I was so convinced that you loved me, but the thing with one sided relationships is, they always catch up to you and in our case, the only reason it caught up to us is because there was nothing else to distract me from it because you stopped being here. the only god damn thing you contributed was just physically being here and even that, became too much for you to do.
And I have so much love inside me that I COULD love for the both of us, I mean I have BEEN loving for the both of us and I would of continued carrying this relationship on my back because I saw so much in you that it was so hard for me to realize that there was nothing actually there cause I wanted something to be there so badly. But I can’t make you be here, I could turn one worded replies into something but I can’t make something out of nothing, and trust me I wish I could of. I wish I could of saved us, I used to stay up all night wondering how I could turn back time, How I could save our downfall but now I realize. Nothing could of saved us. you can’t make people love you and you can’t give people things without stopping to ask if they even want it, and in our case I gave you my heart without even hesitating to check if you wanted it. and thats where I went wrong. 
I still love you, but I’ve accepted the fact that we were never real and that we probably will always be just in my head.
—  Your heart was never with me
People ask me all the time why I’m so afraid of falling in love. I’m afraid because I don’t want to fall so insanely hard for a person only for them to leave me like I never meant a damn thing. I’m afraid that no matter how many sweet things I say or do, it just won’t be good enough. I’m afraid that after kissing me goodbye they are going to go off and kiss somebody else hello. I’m afraid of falling deeper in love with someone everyday while they are falling out of love everyday. I’m afraid of the pain that comes with heartbreak. I’m afraid to deal with the countless nights of crying and endless questions wondering where everything went wrong. I’m so terrified of the concept of love but no matter how great my fear is I always let myself fall, I fall every damn time.

Summary: In which losing someone shouldn’t be so effortless, but your friend does it without thinking twice. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

A/N: Title inspired by Over My Head by the Fray. This is for anyone who had a friend abandon them for no reason (that you’re aware of) and who felt the sting of that loss.

@avengerstories - you’re honestly the queen of editing and I’d be lost without you.

Originally posted by jlstreck

Your silence is something Bucky is unfamiliar with. For as long as he’s known you, you’ve always had something to say. When he first arrived at the tower and refused to say a word, you were there to talk enough for the both of you. He didn’t tell you then, but it was the thing that comforted him most during those early days.

Your silence is something Bucky doesn’t know what to do with. It comes out of the blue and makes him question what’s wrong. Or more correctly, what he did wrong. You still let him hug you whenever he wants and kiss you until the both of you are gasping for air, yet he still can’t help but wonder.

Your silence makes Bucky nervous because what could have possibly happened to turn you into a shadow of the person you once were?

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The Girl on Set – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May you do a Cody imagine where you are a fan of tw and you win the contest to visit the set in the final season and you’re so happy because you’re gonna met the cast but mostly exited because you’re gonna meet Cody cause Theo is your favorite character, And when you meet him gets an interest on you and take advantage of every break or every moment to go to talk to you and sprayberry can see you caught him so deep and tell him to ask you out or something?? 

Word Count: 2,430

Warnings: None

Pairing: Cody Chrisitan x Reader

Other Characters in this imagine: Holland Roden, Tyler Posey, and Dylan Sprayberry

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the ending you wanted, but I still gave you the same concept you asked for. I hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Who is that?” Cody asked as he approached Holland and Dylan Sprayberry sitting on their chairs.

Holland looked up and noticed Cody nodded towards the girl by the craft table with Tyler Posey, who were talking and laughing as they put food on their plates. Holland looked back at Cody with a smile, “that’s Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest to visit the set.”

“We met her earlier in the make-up trailer. She’s really nice,” Sprayberry said after looking up from his phone.

Cody looked back and couldn’t help but admire the girl. Her hair was down with long waves that reached just above her butt. She had dark skinny jeans, which showed off her hips and great butt. She wore a black tank top underneath a red plaid shirt, with a pair of matching red Converse. She was too far to notice the small details on her face like her make-up or if she had freckles. However, he knew one thing for sure, she was beautiful. 

“Do you need a bucket?” Sprayberry’s question snapped Cody out of his trance. He gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he would ask such a thing. As if reading his mind, Sprayberry answered, “for all the drooling.”

Holland giggled. “Someone has a crush.”

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anonymous asked:

Yaay requests are open! Can you write hc for Zen and Jumin reacting to mc justifying everything simple thing she does for them with a straightforward "it's because I love you! :3" she's just unashamed of her feelings period!

This request is so adorable anonny! Since you only requested Zen and Jumin, I made these a lot longer then usually mainly because I had so much fun writing this one! I hope that you enjoy!!~


  • Zen has always been an affectionate man himself but when he sees how much you do for him, it makes him curious
  • You’d always make dinner for him no matter how late he’d come home from rehearsals, make sure that the laundry was complete so he’d always have a fresh, clean shirt to wear, and you’d give him so much encouragement that it’d be impossible for him to doubt himself
  • It even got to the point where you’d perform little tasks for Zen such as making sure there were always enough of his favorite brand of beers in the fridge for him or even making sure that you’d always leave him enough hot water for when he took his shower
  • All of this made Zen wonder, was he really that great of a person to deserve all of this love and praise?
  • So one day after he said about how tired he was from rehearsals and you went to give him a neck and should massage, Zen asked you something he’d been wondering for so long
  • “Don’t take this the wrong way or anything MC but why do you always do such cute and nice things for me all of the time?”
  • You smiled at Zen and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek as you answered him
  • “Well it’s because I love you so much Zen! You deserve all of the happiness and love in the world because you’re so amazing!”
  • At that moment, Zen thought that his heart would burst from joy
  • He quickly got up and went to give you a giant hug in his long, lean arms, closely holding your head to his chest as he stroked your hair lovingly
  • “You’re the most caring and considerate person that I’ve ever met MC, to say that I love you is an understatement. You’ve made me the happiest man alive!”
  • From that day on, Zen made sure to show his appreciation for you more with lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles because to Zen, you really are the most perfect person in the world


  • Jumin was never quite sure why you acted the way that you did
  • It wasn’t like he disliked your personality, that was far from the truth, he just didn’t understand why you were always so kind and caring to him
  • You would always greet him whenever he came home from work, no matter how late it was, you’d wake up earlier then him to make his favorite breakfast with a smile, and you’d always make sure that Elizabeth the third was properly taken care of
  • But most importantly, your listen to Jumin whenever he needed someone to talk to
  • Whether he was annoyed by a new employee slacking off or worried when his father became sick, you’d always be there, nodding and giving Jumin words of encouragement
  • This perplexed Jumin to no end, how could someone be so caring and about him?
  • So one day when the two of you were getting ready for bed, Jumin stared at you as he buttoned up his sleep top
  • You were saying goodnight to Elizabeth the third as you carefully removed the sheets from the bed and fluffed up Jumin’s pillow
  • “I don’t understand you MC, why do you always do such nice things for me?“
  • Jumin stood there shocked that the question left his mouth but you smiled and went over to hug him
  • “That’s an easy answer, it’s because I love you so much Jumin! I like doing little acts of kindness for you because I genuinely love you with all of my heart!”
  • He couldn’t believe that you actually felt that way about him 
  • Jumin swiftly lifted you up and laid both himself and you onto the bed as he gently put you on top of his chest
  • You hummed in contentment as Jumin rubbed your back and softly kissed the top of your head
  • “I simply adore you MC, truly with all of my heart. You’re kindness is so immense, I don’t know how to thank you. You let me be me and for that, I’ll be eternally grateful.”
  • Jumin decided from that day on to spend more time with you, going out on extravagant dates or even just relaxing together at home, because the amount of love that you show him truly makes him feel happiness
Eyes Closed

Pairing: Dave x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1618

Author’s Note: So, I would’ve posted this last night but my computer started acting up so I had to wait. I wrote this in an hour and I’m pretty proud of it. It’s cute.Thanks to my lovely babe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. She’s amazing y’all.

Originally posted by darkerworld

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On my own.- CH

“Was still getting used to being on my own.” He croaks out.

His eyes are drowning in yours and you are sure your legs are going to fail you any second. Two years since you had last laid eyes on him and yet here you are, outside the small bakery you would frequently visit with him. 

You know the line he just spoke, you would know the line anywhere. The line from the song he wrote for you when things had turned sour. The line from the song that put his band on the map worldwide, breaking down barriers that were seen impossible. The line from the song that filled arenas twice as fast and eventually stadiums.

You don’t have time to respond before you feel a familiar hand around your waist and a kiss planted on your forehead, the look of instant pain is painted across Calum’s face and yet you don’t feel any sympathy. He knew you had moved on, he knew you had started to build your life back and you knew he had as well. At first, you had watched from the sidelines as the girl with the wild hair and tattoo’s appeared next to him in pictures, being wary of her intentions and motives but time had told all she wanted was his heart.

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it wasn't my fault || stiles stilinski

word count: 3201

warnings: lots of angst. dealing with death.

prompt: “they said it wasn’t my fault.”

author’s note: posted before, but my blog was deleted, so here it is again! Y/D/N means Your Daughter’s Name.

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Safe Place ~ Park Jimin (Angst)

Group: BTS
Member: Park Jimin
Type: Angst
Warnings! sentimental, soft chimchim, heart break, kinda trigger warning?!?
Word Count: 1386

‘I hope you never have someone enter your life who is both the best and worst     at once: so good you can never forget them, so bad you wish you could’

Dear diary,
a lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is and I know that they expect answers like heights, closed spaces or spiders because that’s what your anxiety wants you to tell them,
because the truth is,
how do you tell them that you’re scared of love?
Most people fall out of love for the same reason they fell in it.
That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become a refusal to their compromise and their one track mind is not immaturity
and their bad habits that you once adored are now money down the drain.
Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible.
And their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and terrifies me more than the thought that I can become ugly to someone
who once saw the entire galaxy in my eyes.

Think black clouds and thunder rolled in from the east and rain began to fall. Rain and tears mingled your face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of your eyes gave any clue to your sadness. You shivered as the wind wrapped around your body, locks blowing in the spring breeze.
           “It was probably my fault for getting attached to you,” you said, “both of us knew you would leave eventually.”
He looked at you with concern, as if he never meant to hurt you the way he did. The sadness flowed through your veins and deadened your mind.
Your bottom lip quivered as you cried, feeling your heart break the more you look at the pleading look on his face.
           “I mean, really. We were bound to end and you were bound to be the one to end it. I guess I just kind of hoped that maybe you had loved me enough to fight against it, y’know?” you chuckled and your voice cracked, “Every day I wake up and wonder why. Why it went wrong, why it happened, why I had to be the one to get so attached. It doesn’t seem fair because I’m still hurting while you’re off in some new romance happy as can be. You don’t have to wake up or go to sleep thinking of how much you miss it, but I do. And it always hurts a little bit more each time, even if I say it doesn’t.”
Your gaze met his, tears streaming down your reddened cheeks like an unsteady river and his face now a full shade paler. His wet bangs covered his eyes and you could have sworn you saw a lonely tear running down his cheek. He bit down on his lower lip to conceal the emotion he claimed he doesn’t have as he tried to sort out his words.
Something softened in you by his desperate need to find the right words to explain his situation but the truth was, that no words in the world could’ve explained what he’s done to ruin the unconditional love you once felt for him.
           “I can’t give you what you want!” he said passionately, frustrated by the lack of words to express what he’s attempting to say. “You deserve so much more what I can give to you!”
You tilted your head upwards to stop the tears flowing down your pale face laughed quietly, sadly.

“Don’t you understand? I don’t want anything more than you- I’ve never wanted anything else. I wish you’d listen to me.”

He looked up then, the muscles in his jaw working to conceal his emotions and he reached out to wipe a stray fear of your cold cheek, making you wonder how it managed to escape when you swore you wouldn’t cry.

“All I want is you.”

Your voice has dropped to a whisper and you caught your lower lip between your teeth to contain your feelings from bursting out all at once. Thunder cried out from the blackened sky, the clouds invisible above. You shuddered, teeth grinding in anxiety. You wanted to believe every word he said, wanted to understand his decision for leaving you but you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried to push the feeling back, it always creeped back into your mind, making you drown in your misery. That it was all your fault. That the life you gave him wasn’t good enough, that your love for him would go to waste eventually.  It was your fault for worrying too much about the things you could do wrong that you forgot the things you did to make him fall for you. And it hurts to see him smile, knowing that you’re no longer the reason behind it. You wondered where it all went wrong, why you had to notice that it’s no longer you he’s looking at with so much adoration and tenderness like his entire world revolves around you.
Deep down you wished you could play pretend and trick your minds into thinking that his unconditional love for you hasn’t died.
You felt a sudden outburst of anger, wanted to punch and push him to make him feel the pain you’re feeling every morning. Like your life is nothing more but a time loop of pain and grief.
But then you remembered that no matter how much you hated him for leaving you, a part of you will always love him and that you would’ve never wanted him to live the nightmare you’re living.

           His cold hand gently caressing your cheek ripped you out of your thoughts and you gently take his hand into yours, appreciating the intimacy as long as it lasted before placing it down by his side, smiling at him.
Breathing became a lot harder and your vision became slightly foggy as tears started to well up in your eyes. You ended up smiling through the pain that’s killing you inside because you know that as long as that smile is still on his lips, he’ll be happy and that’s all you ever wanted him to be, even if it meant to say goodbye.

You held his hand a little longer, smiling down at it by the memory of how it felt to hold it tight during your worst nightmares before looking up at him through tears and rain.
“We can talk this out, Y/N. It doesn’t have to end like this.” he whispered and looked at you through pleading eyes, squeezing your hand, a smile tugging on the edge of his lips.

Brick by brick your walls came tumbling down and you tried so hard not to give into him again, after knowing that you’ll only end up broken. You shook your head before slowly pulling your hand from his grip and wiping the remaining wetness of your smooth skin, sorting out your words.

           “I’m done,” you said as you stared blankly at the dark sky, “I am tired of trying to get your attention. I can’t continue forcing this relationship anymore. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? Forced. Forced on my part because you don’t love me anymore and you feel too bad to tell me so instead you write it all over your face until I finally, finally get the message. But the sad thing is I tried so hard to get you to love me because you are everything I ever wanted. But I am done. You win, I officially have nothing else to offer you.”

You watched his face drop by your words but what you didn’t see was his heart shattering into million tiny pieces. He opened his mouth to say his last words to you but you didn’t give him the chance, didn’t want to fall for his tricks any longer. You were sick and tired of fighting a fight you’ve been fighting too long.

           You placed a gentle kiss on his soaked hazelnut hair and caressed his cheek gently as you said, “I hope you never have someone enter your life who is both the best and worst at once: so good you can never forget them, so bad you wish you could.”

Let me know if you want me to continue this or rather want it to be a one shot! 
Love, Youngmi! xx

Perfect ( Lin x Reader )


Summary: For your whole life you’ve been seeing in black and white. Your soulmate ends up being on of your customers and you end up seeing colour for the first time in your life.

Warning: Curse words and verbal abuse.

Word count: 1,300( ish )

a/n: Aaaaah! It’s day 1 of @hamwriters Write-A-Thon!! And I’m so excited to read everybody else’s fics!! Enjoy this soulmate au with, of course, our Lord and saviour, Lin.


The morning sun shone through your bedroom curtains. Leaving you blinded. You looked over to your right, your boyfriend Nathan was already gone. Thank God. Your mom had always pestered you your whole life about being with your soulmate and not some other random person. You ignored her and started to date Nathan. God you wished you didn’t ignore her. Nathan was. He was horrible. He never hit you. But he would always say horrible things to you. Shout at you whenever you did something wrong. Verbal abuse you could call it.

If you listened to your mom, maybe you would have found your soulmate, and live in a world where there’s colour and not just black, white, and shades of grey.

You got up from your bed and went to ready for work. You hated your job, at that stupid café. They only payed you $11 an hour, it was much less than Nathan’s job. He was a business man in the city. You wondered why he even settled down for a person like you.


Another normal, bleak day washes all over you. Doing the exact same thing everyday bored you so much. Making coffee. Pouring coffee. Dealing with annoying customers. Doing your co-worker’s night shift because she just can’t be bothered to come in and work for this rubbish place.

It was 11pm and all you wanted to do was go home and lie in your bed for the rest of your days. At this time there was never anybody here, there was really no point of the café being a 24 hour café.

To your surprise a man walked through the door. Long hair tied in a messy bun. Large eyes with visible bags, revealing his lack of sleep. He walked over to the cashier, eyes down at his notebook as his hands wrote faster than the speed of light. Finally he was in front of you. You thought he was quite handsome. But you knew you couldn’t end up with him.

You cleared your throat as he was still not paying attention. With that his eyes shot up to yours. You wish you knew what colour those eyes were. Although you didn’t really know the names of colour as you’ve never seen it before.

You took a deep breath before asking “What would you like to order?” In a half cheery tone.

“Just a regular coffee thanks.” He replied.

“That will be $2.49 and it’ll be right over.” He handed you the money and went to sit down at a table.

You quickly poured his coffee and went over to his table. He was still writing. This time, more furiously, more rapid. You placed the coffee on his table and asked.

“What do you write about?” Realising how nosy you were, you covered your face with your hands. “I’m sorry that was very nosy.”

He chuckled slightly. “I’m working on a song.” He noticed your hands were still in the same position so he tapped your arms ever so gently.

You put your hands down slowly and widened your eyes. You were dumbfounded, you stared at the man. Colour. You could finally see it. He suddenly stood up and wrapped you in a tight embrace. Words couldn’t explain how excited how shocked you were.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled apart slightly. He cupped your cheeks with his warm, soft hands and placed a small kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, your lips moulding into his. It felt so right, so heavenly so perfect.

He pulled back, panting. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

A bright shade of colour appeared on both of your cheeks.

“What’s your name?” You whispered.

“Lin, Lin-Manuel Miranda”

“Nice to meet you Lin, my name is (Y/N)”

His hands found its way to your waist and pulled you in again.

“Perfect name. For the perfect girl.”

You giggled slightly.

“Can I record your giggle so that I can listen to it for eternity (Y/N)?”

You laughed at him. “Why? I’ll be with you for eternity, you can hear it anytime!”


“Sorry I have to check that.”

You grabbed your phone from your back jean pocket. It was from Nathan.

From Nathan:
Where. Are. You.

Your eyes widened, your hands were shaking and you started breathing shakily.

“W-What’s wrong?” Lin gripped onto your hand. Squeezing it tightly.

“I-I’m sorry.” Your head bent down. Tears formed in your eyes. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Do you love him?” He questioned.

You shook your head. Of course you didn’t love him. He would shout horrible things into your ears all the time.

“H-He’s horrible to me!” You said, on the verge of crying.

“Then leave him (Y/N).”

“It’s. It’s not that simple! I’m scared. I’m scared that he’ll. He’ll hurt me Lin.” Your breathing was very rapid now.

“He-he hurts you?” Tears were now in his eyes. He didn’t like seeing you like this.

“What? No-no-no! He’s always shouting at me. But. I’m afraid one day he’ll snap and hit me.” You broke down. In front of your soulmate. Tears streaming down you face as he engulfed you in a massive hug.

“Why don’t we go to your place. Pack your stuff and you can stay at mine.”

“He’ll be home.” You whispered.

“I’ll protect you.” He stroked your back. “I’ll protect you.”


You entered the apartment with Lin’s hand in your hand. Squeezing it tightly as you were so nervous.

“For fucks sake (Y/N) There you are!” His eyes glared at the fact that you were holding another mans hand. “Who the fuck is that?” He raised his voice.

“I’m Lin.” He took a deep breath. “Your girlfriends. Soulmate.”

Nathan walked over to you guys. You were afraid. He laughed in Lin’s face. “As if.”

You ran into your bedroom quickly, locking the door behind you as you took a bright duffel bag out of the closet. You quickly packed your belongings as you heard Lin and Nathan argue outside. You took off the necklace that Nathan gave you and placed it on the nightstand. Taking a deep breath, you unlocked the door and walked into the living room.

“Where. Do you. Think. You’re going. You bitch!” Nathan grabbed the duffel bag. Attempting to pull it off your arm. You pulled back with much stronger force and ran through the front door with Lin.

You ran one or two blocks away from his apartment before stoping to take deep breaths. “I’m not the type of girl to do this type of stuff. Th-Thank you for helping me. And making me feel. Alive.” You said, panting. “Anything for you.” Lin replied. “My apartment is this way. Lets. Lets walk now.” He grabbed you hand and squeezed it tightly before walking, swinging your arms.


You were in Lin’s bed. He let you sleep there so you could sleep peacefully. You were terrified that somehow, Nathan would find you. So in no way could you have slept peacefully. You woke up in the middle of the night screaming at a nightmare you had about Nathan. You sat up as beads of sweat were rushing from your forehead and tears dashing from your eyes.

Lin rushed into the bedroom, his arms wrapped around you in an instant.

“It’s okay. Everything is okay. He’s gone. I’m here. You’re my perfect girl.”

“Stay with me?”

With that, you and Lin slept arm in arm that night in his bed. It felt perfect.


Muscle Memory- Adrinette Month Day Seven

It’s the muscle memory.

She lands on the roof, after flipping in midair, and holds her fist out for the pound that leaves her hanging. Or she’ll see some amazing view, and call Chat over to see, and be greeted with silence. Or she’ll start falling and almost forget that she’s got to be the one to catch herself, throwing the yo-yo out just in time.

It stings. No, actually, it more than stings, it hurts that she keeps doing the same things she’s always done without someone to do it with her. Patrols used to be something that, while sleep-depriving, she generally looked forward to. Now they’re full of reminders of what she’s lost.

He never even said goodbye. He just… didn’t show up one day, to an akuma fight. She waited for him at the Eiffel that night, waiting to ream him out and swear that he better pray he had a good excuse… but he didn’t show then, either. He just sorta disappeared. He hasn’t shown for months, and she’s starting to accept that he’s probably never coming back.

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sleepyanimeprincess  asked:

2d and 26 for the song fic thing?

(Mr. Brightside - The Killers)


So maybe 2D had some trust issues.

Being cheated on could really change your perspective on how you viewed your relationships, and how quick you would be to trust another person. He remembers back when he was with Paula, when the incident happened with Murdoc, how he hadn’t been able to believe it, how his heart felt like a brick in his chest and all the breath seemed to have left his lungs. Sometimes, he still wondered where he’d went wrong, but he had always been an optimistic person, willing to keep chugging along even if the world wanted to drag him down.

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If I Were There [Sam Winchester]

A/N: So instead of my usual Dean prompt challenge thing, I decided I’d make something for Sam. He’s just too perfect to not write for.
For this particular story, I wrote in a random character to be with Dean (because I needed a reason for Sam to have his own room) so yeah. If you’re curious or confused, that’s who Emma is. Just a random character to fill space.

Word count: 1498

Warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation, slight angst if you look hard enough, just mostly smut, smut, smut


“Hey, gorgeous,” he grins into the phone.

“Hi,” she answers back quietly. “How did the hunt go?”

“It went well. Only a few scrapes and bumps to show for it,” he murmurs, leaning back into his mattress.

“That’s good. I didn’t get a call, so I was starting to wonder if something went wrong,” she admits, half smiling. “I should’ve known you two had it under control.”

“Yeah, this case was pretty easy,” he sighs, watching the white painted ceiling as he imagined her face. “Just plain old spirits. Salt and burn.”

“I’m glad,” she exhales. “When do you think you’ll be back?”

“Hopefully tomorrow afternoon,” he answers, running a hand through his hair.

A soft moan makes him look to the wall beside him, where he knows Dean was staying. Whenever given the chance, he and Emma would always get their own room.

“Ugh, God,” he mutters, wincing as the sound grew louder.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, hearing his grunt of displeasure.

“I hear Dean and Emma in the room beside me,” he tells her, making a face as he hears a loud thump. He doesn’t even want to hazard a guess as to what that could be.

“Yikes,” she returns, laughing lightly. “If there’s one good thing about staying here, it’s that I don’t have to deal with that.”

“But that’s no fun for me,” he reminds her, and she giggles slightly as her cheeks turn pink.

“But you’re always so attentive when you get back,” she tells him, her voice lowering slightly. He swallows and closes his eyes, imagining her laid out for him.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, looking to the ceiling once more.

“My favorite Stanford University shirt,” she says, and he groans softly. He loved when she wore his clothes; it made him hard in a split second. “And my green and white striped panties. The ones with the bow on the front and the lace around the top.”

“Fuck,” he exhales, running his hand over his face. “I wish I was there right now.”

“What would you do if you were?” she asks, cocking her head to the side slightly while biting her bottom lip.

“What wouldn’t I do?” he returns, just to hear another little laugh from her soft lips. “First I’d fix your pillows just like you like them, like you’re laying on a throne.”

She lets out a puff of air and adjusts her pillows some like he said.

“And then?” she whispers, stretching out on her bed.

“Then I would kiss you, because I missed you while we were gone,” he answers, leaning back against the headboard as her breath shortens. “I’d kiss you down your jaw. Behind your ear. Down your neck.”

She hums slightly, tilting her neck as she would if he were really there kissing her. She imagines his hair brushing against her skin, his lips warm and soft on her flesh.

“My hands would be on your hips, inching your shirt up,” he continues, getting lost in his fantasy.

She lifts her shirt slowly up her chest, taking a moment to pull it over her head.

“Are you wearing a bra?” he asks softly, and she bites the inside of her cheek.

“No,” she tells him, feeling her nipples harden as he gives a soft groan into the air. Has he started touching himself? she wonders.

“Perfect,” he states, rubbing his hand over the front of his jeans to ease some of the pressure.

“What would you do next?” she asks, her voice low.

“God,” he exhales sharply. “I’d reach a hand down between your legs press to your clit, just to watch you cry out in shock.”

She does as he states, substituting a cry for a soft whimper as she felt her wetness. Just his words and imagining what he can do and she’s already this wet.

“How do you feel, gorgeous?” he asks her, rubbing the front of his jeans again.

“I’m already so wet, Sam,” she tells him, her voice trembling.

“Good,” he says, taking a moment to unzip his pants and pull them down his thighs. “Can you guess what I would do next?”

“Oh God, you’d wrap your perfect lips around my nipple and tease me,” she moans. “You love to tease me.”

“Mm, I love to tease you,” he agrees, lightly stroking himself. “But I don’t think I’d just use my mouth. I’d squeeze one breast with my hand, pinch your nipple so you gasp my name while I sucked on your other nipple.”

“Oh, fuck Sam,” she does as he says, whimpering at how sensitive she is just from listening to him speak like this. “I wish you were here right now. I wish I could just thread my fingers through your hair and pull you close to me.”

It’s his turn to let out a long groan, and he decides that she’s had enough time to get nice and wet.

“I’d move my hands down to your hips, and I’d pull your little panties off slowly,” he purrs.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so wet,” she breathes as she pulls them off, squeezing her legs together for friction.

“I’d slide two fingers between your sweet pussy lips, feeling you buck against me,” he grips himself and strokes slowly, listening to her little whimpers.

“Oh, Sam,” she exhales, squeezing her eyes shut.

“I’d slide them into you, slowly, so slowly,” he shudders at the thought, biting his bottom lip as he stroked himself.

She gives a little gasp and throws her head back into the pillows.

“Sam,” she moans, imagining his long fingers in place of hers.

“I know I’d need to stretch you, I always do to get you ready for me,” he continues, looking to the ceiling as he took a ragged breath in.

“Sam,” she whimpers, slipping her fingers in and out slowly, like he does to tease her and build her up.

“And then I’d let you have it,” he says. “I’d fuck you with my fingers hard just like you like, and I’d rub your clit with my thumb.”

“Sam!” she cries, her back arching off the bed as she grew closer to her orgasm.

That sends him over the edge, and he groans heavily as he comes in his hand, hot spurts erupting from his tip.

“Fuck,” he breathes, listening to her little whimpers. “Come for me, gorgeous. Come like you do when you squeeze around my cock and scratch my back.”

“Oh, Sam,” she shudders, balancing on the precipice. “I’m so close. I’m so close!”

“Let go, beautiful,” he coaxes. “Come for me.”

She cries out a soft sob of his name as she releases, throwing her head back to her pillows as she rode out her high.

“Sam,” she whispers breathlessly after a few moments. “Fuck, I made such a mess.”

“I did too, gorgeous,” he laughs slightly. “I wish I were there to see it.”

“I wish you were here too,” she admits in a soft voice.

“Get cleaned up and go lay down in my room,” he tells her. “I’ll talk you to sleep.”

“Why your room?” she asks him, and she hears him getting up to clean himself off.

“Because you like to sleep until two in the afternoon and hopefully I’ll be back by then,” he tells her, listening to the sounds of her getting up and pulling on some clothes. “Is it wrong to want a beautiful girl in my bed?”

“It’s only wrong if that beautiful girl isn’t me,” she returns as she pads down the hall to his room.

“I guarantee that you’re the only one, gorgeous,” he says with a half smile. He hears her settle under the covers and smiles as he turns out the bedside lamp.

The darkness consumes him as he sighs.

“Sam, I really wish you were here tonight,” she sighs softly, and he frowns as her tone softens. “I miss you.”

“I know,” he murmurs gently. “I’ll be there very soon, though. This trip is finally over.”

“What if you get called out tomorrow?” she whispers. “You were supposed to be home four days ago and you got a new case on the way back in. What if that happens again?”

“I’ll tell Dean to come pick you up, and we’ll take you on the trip if that happens,” he suggests. “He doesn’t realize how long it’s been, because he has Emma by his side day and night.”

“It feels like it’s been forever,” she takes a slow breath.

“I know, gorgeous,” he wishes that he could hold her in his arms, could smell her fragrant scent of cherry blossoms as they slept. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I love you, Sam,” she whispers.

“I love you too. Get some sleep,” he tells her.

She sighs softly and ends the call on her phone, stretching out in his bed that smelled just like he did.

Hopefully, he’d be back by the time she woke up.

Not inviting someone to go somewhere because you “figured they didn’t wanna go,” is literally the shittiest thing you could do, because not only did you knowingly not invite them, but you did not invite them INTENTIONALLY, and you’re also turning it around on them as if they are to blame for YOU being a SHITTY PERSON. JUST FUCKING INVITE PEOPLE NO MATTER WHAT AND IF THEY DON’T WANNA GO, LET THEM TELL YOU THAT. Don’t take it upon yourself to make that decision for them, because they ended up having to sit at home and watch you all have your fun through snapchat and Instagram or WHATEVER wondering the entire time why they wern’t even invited and where they went wrong only to find out that THEY are somehow the ACTUAL reason for not being invited, even though the issue was YOU. Friends don’t let friends feel like shit about themselves. Fucking invite people, always.

anonymous asked:

Please don't think I'm a dick for asking this, I'm coming from a place of genuinely wanting to be educated. Why is genderbending bad? I always viewed it as an interesting 'hey I wonder what this person would look like if they presented as a different gender' kind of thing, but if that's bad, I'd like to know where my line of thought went wrong, if you don't mind explaining.

It’s ok a lot of people have this question! Genderbending is inherently transphobic. It’s very Cis™. Sorry to get a little blunt here but in fanfics and fan art genderbending is when someone takes a cis male character, gives him boobs, a vagina, and usually long hair and voilà he’s a girl. Or the opposite- someone takes a cis female character, takes away her boobs, makes her hair short, and gives her a dick and voilà she’s a boy now. It’s a lot of equating genitals to gender and it’s very ew. I’ve seen people try to call it “cisswapping” to cover up the fact that it’s transphobic and tbh it makes it even more uncomfortable like they’re ,, owning up to it bein transphobic. ANYWAYS It’s fine when trans people do it even tho it still personally is Eh to me but when cis people do it it’s Major Yikes

tl;dr cool kids don’t genderbend cool kids make trans headcanons

FanFic: The Fall of Friar

A/N: This fic takes place during college. I had mentioned a Rucas breakup in several other stories and @siennese asked if I intended to write about what happened.  I have 5 chapters planned for this fic and 3 new related one-shots/drabbles that will take us from here through to the start of the IG series. This takes place several months before Charmed Moments.  As with 99% of my other stories, this is a Maya-free universe. 

A/N: They are in college and while I won’t be providing details about intimate moments, they will be alluded to… 

Chapter 1- Only the Name Remains

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intercal  asked:

I have *got* to ask: what did you do that involved moving such large amounts of money? If you don't want to answer, that's fine and sorry for imposing, but that sounds like it would be at least... *mildly* interesting.

I was on a gambling team. I was a spotter, and assistant manager. I would travel around to half a dozen casinos each day looking for things to play. Then if I found something we would call in 10-100 people to come in and take all the seats. These were big banks of video poker or keno machines with progressive jackpots. So, if there were 25 seats, we would call in 25 people to take all the seats and play it until one of us got the jackpot, trading out for a new set of 25 people every 24 hours. Usually we couldn’t get the whole bank because there were competing teams, independent competitors, and local semi pros who would chase jackpots.

Occasionally these jackpots would take an inordinate amount of time to go off. I played video poker for four days straight once, and we had one jackpot we chased in 24 shifts for two weeks. When things like that would happen, with 25 people each feeding thousands of dollars a day into a machine, you can run out of money quick. So my job included going places where the bosses had other money in play, like card clubs or sports bettors working for them someplace, and get money to transport back to keep our thing from falling apart.

The first time I went I met an old Italian guy named Anthony at a gas station in West Hollywood. He walked up and said, “Are you < a name that’s sort of like mine>?” And I said, “Uh, maybe…” and started to correct him, and he just tossed a grocery bag with $80k into my lap and walked away without another word. I always wondered if he ever accidentally gave the money to the wrong guy, since there are a lot of the people in the world with my name, little less all the ones that are sorta close to mine…

Anyway, yeah I traveled around and did all sorts of weird things. I stood behind a guy playing Pai Gow tiles at a casino in the bay area for a couple weeks, acting as an extra set of eyes to spot cheating. Went to 2:1 blackjack promos where every blackjack pro in America would show up and start fighting each other for seats. Banked a blackjack-ish game down in Texas. My misspent youth.

fight-me-boi  asked:

*Bangs fists on table* if you give me angsty Connor you should have angsty dear Evan Hansen art by tomorrow

:o I do like getting things!

  • Connor’s mom use to read him stories and help him fall asleep, his favorite was ‘The Little Prince’ he catches his mom reading the book to herself from time to time and he always thinks about going over to her and listening
  • He stands by the door and watches her and remembers back when he was young he’d crawl up in her lap and read with her
  • He moves away before she looks up and realizes he’s there
  • What he doesn’t know its the same book he had as a kid, his 4 year old signature of a very sloppy “Connor’’ and a heart with the words ‘Mom’ inside
  • She looks at the page every night and wonders where her little guy went after all these years of wrong turns

So… Normally when I make a long text post like this, it’s like a really sweet description of how much I love Shamy and what I think about them and their progress, but this one’s gonna be more like “I don’t know how to feel about this, what do you guys think?” And it’s a bunch of thoughts not rooted on any evidence/proof/spoilers, it’s just.. a lot of guessing, as always, after the break.

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There’s a hollowness inside me, one so big that no amount of sex or drugs or tears can fill…there’s always going to be a hole there….you started decaying away the year I was born and when you passed on when I was five I lost everything. No one knew how to cope with it and my memories may be foggy but I still remember your smile and belief in me. You promised you would never leave… you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep because I keep looking back, wondering where it went wrong, wondering when everyone had sunken eyes and became grieving hollow shells before you passed on…and I’ll never forget kissing you goodbye because I could see in your eyes that despite the tumor slowing stealing your memories and senses, I could see you where the only truly alive one in the room…so I still go searching every inch of the woods you loved so much looking for any trace of you because you promised me forever and I’m still here standing wondering where the time went
—  9:49 and I’m still listening for your voice on the wind after 12 years, hoping maybe you’ll remember me yet hoping you won’t do you won’t be disappointed in me too