#Oh it looks so bad. I am getting midnight release tickets

[memendoemori]

The new Twisters movie looks so bad. I am so excited for it. I love the part where in the trailer they're all at a rodeo and the tornado sneaks up on them until they all get phone alerts. Notoriously quiet storms, those that produce tornadoes

[tsuumu]

hq boys: would they go to jail?

headcanons on the haikyuu boys’ encounters with the local authorities... this was meant to be a joke but i put way too much effort into it so now i’m s q u i n t i n g

hinata shoyo: this boy was caught trespassing on somebody’s property after diligently trying to accomplish something as harmless as finding a lost ball or petting a small cat... he’d climbed the fence and spent a maximum of FIVE minutes there, only for the owner to accuse him of breaking and entering without any room to explain himself. imagine: the poor boy being dragged by the ear despite his protesting. he’ll get an earful when he has to ask kageyama to pick him up after the police release him with a stern warning

kageyama tobio: tobio and his tendancies to disguise himself for ridiculous reasons is going to get him in trouble because they’re shitty and VERY suspicious most likely he’ll be one of his investigative escapades with his hat and glasses, only to be stopped and asked what he’s doing. that’ll be real embarrassing for him to explain, though it doesn’t end up getting more serious than that when they realise he’s just a kid

tanaka ryūnosuke: can i say almost? TALKS SO MUCH CRAP, oh my god he won’t ever shut up so one day he’ll bite off more than he can chew. he’d get into a serious looking argument and someone mentions calling the authorities. cue a 180 personality change up where he’s scratching his neck and apologising to everybody that’s stopped to watch. tanaka is no criminal, he just has a short fuse temper and a mouth that likes to RUN faster than his brain can catch up. he’s had a few close calls

nishinoya yuu: he’s DEFINITELY told people he’s been to jail LMAO like it’s something he mentions to girls whilst picking them up thinking that’s somehow attractive, when in reality he’s never even set foot in a police station. he might have once as a child for harmless reasons, but got scared and started crying his eyes out so they had to take him outside. he’s lowkey TERRIFIED of ever crossing paths with the law

tsukkishima kei: he’d never end up in jail or even in a situation that involved the police but he’s definitely not going to answer your call if you’ve ended up there and need a ride home, keep calling and he’ll block you until morning comes

daichi sawamura: post time-skip he’s a literal police officer so that’s out of the question

sugawara koushi: absolutely not. unlike tsukki, he will pick up though. he’d be surprisingly scary when lecturing you all the way back but would ask you if you want to stop and get something to eat, since you’ve had quite the day

yamaguchi tadashi: he wouldn’t. he’s overly cautious about most things and is definitely that friend who tugs on you and asks if it’s really okay to be doing this. par example: wondering into a restricted zone because you’re convinced it’s a short cut. he’d adamant to turn back and if, unfortunately, you did get caught, cue some intense waterworks from this poor boy, begging them not to call his parents. you’d feel pretty bad after that one

bokuto koutarou: i read a post from somewhere else about bokutou not understanding that paying tax as an adult is mandatory and extremely illegal if you don’t and it cracked me up because i can genuinely imagine the bewilderment in his face when he’s told he, a newly turned adult, has to pay the government a certain sum of money

“but it’s my money.”

“yeah, but it’s taxation, you have to pay the government.”

“but the government paid me first.”

once somebody mentions jail, he’s quick to end the argument and just deal with it, much to his dismay

akaashi keiji: he’s the one doing the explaining to bokuto. they’ve had this conversation at least 17 times and show no signs of stopping. akaashi is sensible and seems like the type of guy most his friends reach out to if they’re in tricky situations with the law, he’ll /begrudgingly/ wake up at 2am to come get you

kuroo tetsurou: he likes to do his deviant work when he’s belligerently drunk. like, someone told him shotgunning beers at a public gathering wouldn’t do too much harm. they were severely mistaken. tetsu has absolutely ZERO filter when he’s that intoxicated, picking verbal fights in club bathrooms with anybody over absolutely nothing. though chances are, he’ll end up befriending them and sharing a few more drinks. if not, kenma is there to supervise him. he’ll feel apologetic in the morning

kenma kozume: you have kenma to thank when it comes to preventing things from getting serious. he’s cool-headed and knows how to drag you out of situations. he won’t scold you, he’ll just tell you to stop causing everybody trouble. it’d make you feel bad and you’d probably quit it

oikawa tooru: he’s probably been in a few situations that could’ve lead to getting a permanent criminal record. tooru is convinced he’s never in the wrong for ANYTHING and will not listen to any kind of constructive critism. pretends to be fine when he’s literally screaming inside.

“your car was parked incorrectly.”

“uh, no. i really don’t think so.”

“look at it.”

“i am. i’m looking.”

“it’s covering two parking spaces.”

“that’s simply a matter of opinion.”

asks kindaichi or iwaizumi to help. they straight up refuse, walking away respectively.

ushijima wakatoshi: this man is intent on keeping a clean record in order to reach his goal of playing professional volleyball. states that it also gives him a clear conscience because toshi is for some reason very big on morality. he’ll come get you because -and i quote- ‘it’s my job’ but he’ll try to lay down piece by piece why exactly having run-ins with the police is so crippling to your future. you’re forced to listen for the entire 30 minute trip home

tendou satori: nobody knows where this man is at 3am. he’s just.. somewhere. you’re certain he’s not doing hard crack under some passageway but he’s not at home with his feet up either. he’ll start to mention last night’s escapades and stop himself, mumbling that it was definitely illegal and that he probably shouldn’t tell you. you can’t coax information out of him, though he wishes he could tell you. he just can’t. maybe it’s cult stuff...

miya atsumu: speaking of cars, this man straight up ignored the letter he got from the local authorities telling him his court date for the speeding ticket he recieved a few days ago. thinks it’s utter bs and continues to flutter around it until they knock on his door. atsumu proceeds to ARGUE with them about his speeding ticket until they ask him to come with them.

“yer tellin’ me i have to pay for going a little too fast?”

“sir, you were going fifty-two in a fourty mph area.”

is it his pride? is he just a blithering idiot? he’s one of the only people to probably end up in a holding cell for a short duration of time. none of his friends let him drive anymore.

miya osamu: he likes to use atsumu’s misfortunes to embarrass him. it’s an easy way to one-up himself when things get competitive. at least HE never got caught shirtless and drunk with his friends at the outdoors swimming pool a little past midnight.

atsumu states that it was ONE TIME when he was newly eighteen and to stop bringing it up in every argument. osamu himself doesn’t really bother with recklessness, so you simply won’t catch him in situations like that.

rintaro suna: straight up not having a good time and leaves before anything bad arises. will respectfully hang up on you mid-explaination because he has other things to do than bail you out

sakusa kiyoomi:??????? no

korai hoshiumi: okay, he has to admit that he’s a little curious... like there’s no way he’d want to actually end up in jail but he just wants to know?? like yes, there’s consequences but human existence is temporary.. his friends have to check up on him just to make his enthusiasm hasn’t landed him somewhere troublesome

bonus

yuji terushima: currently in holding for posession of an unknown substance. might be protein powder, might not. he won’t tell anybody.

[finallyaniguana]

Watch The Eyes: a tour of revelation [12]

[11]    masterpost     ao3     [13]

Dick was looking at his watch at quarter past eight, standing outside of the classes hotel. The bus was due to leave at 8:30 am for a tour of WE staring at 9:15 am. The manor was very quiet that morning. Usually Damian was up and ready to go talking to Alfred in the kitchen but he must have missed him.

Tim was business as usual though. Wandering zombie like towards the coffee pot. They had tried to get him to stop his incredible caffeine intake a few times and everytime they realized just how inventive and sneaky he could be. Taking it directly out of his hand may lead to all the files being remotely deleted off your phone. Or just plain being punched in the neck (he was aiming for your face but he can't see without that caffeine). He was very clever at getting what he wanted. No wonder Bruce trusted him to act as CEO despite his age.

But Dick was the most personable out of all of Bruce's children. So here he was ready to lead this tour rather than an actual WE tour guide. It was important to Bruce that they be directly involved with the class they were sponsoring rather than just being a distant benefactor.

Not that Dick minded. He loved to spend time at home with his family and if that meant leading some teenagers around for a fee days, so be it.

He could see Caline in the lobby of the hotel, obviously waiting on the students to be finished with their complementary breakfast. They started to arrive in the lobby one after another some looking more awake than others. The Italian girl he remembered from yesterday was hanging tightly to the arm of a bespectacled girl with curly auburn hair. He saw that she looked a little worried. She suddenly turned to the one clinging to her arm. She said something he couldn't hear and the girl released her. The girl turned and ran to the elevator, going up. About ten minutes later, she came back with a dark haired girl, looking a tad bit disheveled, but ready to go.

Satisfied that she had everyone, Mlle. Bustier waved an arm and directed the class outside. They all followed, the afformentioned girl reclaimed her position clinging to her friend, all but shoving the other out of the way.

Dick shook his head at the sight. He remembered high school.

Caline smiled at the sight of their tour guide waiting outside for them.

"Okay, Max, Alix, Kim, Lila, Nino, Adrien, Sabrina, Mylene, Chloe, Juleka, Ivan, Nathaniel, Rose, Alya and... oh, what happened to Marinette?" she frowned.

A few of the students looked around at each other. Clearly they didn't see her. The blond boy looked like he was about to go back in to look for her when she made her appearance.

"Right here Mlle. Bustier! Sorry, I dropped my purse in the lobby," she looked apologetic.

The teacher gave a small chuckle before finally facing Richard with a smile.

"That's everyone!"

"Great! Now if we can all get on the bus, we'll head over for our tour of Wayne Enterprises," he said.

The students boarded, some more excited than others. Rose was bouncing in her seat. She and Juleka sat behind Lila and Alya. Lila was taking this time to fill the sweet girl's head with more lies about her supposed influential soulmate. With continued glances over at Richard, she started her story.

"I was texting my dear Damian all night, so I'm so sorry if I fall asleep in the seat Alya!" Lila said sweetly.

"That's okay! I can't blame you for wanting to talk to your soulmate," Alya assured.

"He invited me over tonight for dinner! I can't wait to see him after all this time," she stared dreamily out the window.

Marinette tried to hide her gag. Luckily only Alix noticed who in turn had to hide her smirk behind her fist. Kim, sitting next to Alix, noticed and gave her a sharp poke to the side, which of course started a poke war. Marinette rolled her eyes at her friend's competitive nature.

"We may just have to forgo our deal to wait until we graduate. Thank you all for being so supportive of me," Lila started to tear up, despite her dry eyes.

"I can't believe you're soulmates with Damian Wayne!" Rose exclaimed.

That got Dick's attention. How would she have figured out his identity so quickly? He gave a small glance back at the girl who spoke. She was quite short with blonde hair and blue eyes. He gathered that Damian's soulmate had blue eyes. But this girl wasn't the one claiming the bond and she seemed pretty attached to the tall girl she was sitting next to. So Dick looked to the seat in front of her to the girl with the glasses and the one that was hanging on her. Neither of them had blue eyes. He turned back around, disappointed and hoping he wouldn't have to confront the girl about her extravagant lie.

'Would it be petty to call out a child?' he thought. 'She'll be joining Damian's year tomorrow. If I don't say anything, he definitely will. Oo, maybe I should intervene before he does?'

Dick ultimately decided to monitor quietly and unless she said something that put a bad light on anyone in his family, he wouldn't say anything. He frowned to himself.

Finally the bus arrived at WE, pulling up to the side walk. He led everyone inside and checked in at the main desk, collecting a pass that would allow him to show the children different and more exclusive wings of the building. He brought up a bright smile he first directed at the teacher, who returned his smile, before turning and facing the teenagers in front of him. Their chatter died out slowly.

"I hope you all wore comfortable shoes for walking. At the end of the tour you will be given a pass for a complementary lunch. Alright! Let's get started."

Before Richard could even take the first step of the tour, his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned. Eyes lighting up with recognition, he swiped to answer.

"Baby Bird?"

Marinette choked and whipped her head around to face the tour guide. She couldn't hear what "Baby Bird" was saying but Richard looked absolutely bewildered before starting to smile.

"Sure, but why not ask Alfred?- How you getting there?- Okay, I'll give them a call and let B know."

He shook his head as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Sorry everyone! My little brother woke up late this morning. I'm going to give his school a call real quick."

He took a few steps away to make his call while Marinette strained to hear what he was saying over her pounding heart. When that failed she tried to read his lips. A skill she did not have.

'So they are brothers. Wait, no. Come on, Marinette. What is the chance of it being that easy?'

Marinette slumped down next to Adrien who tapped her shoulder, concerned.

She tried to give him a reassuring smile but she could tell it fell short. He gave her a suspicious smile in return.

Richard soon returned from his call and beckoned for them to follow him. From the lobby and ground floor, he told them about the history of the company. They got to learn a bit about Bruce Wayne's parents and the branches of the company they were a big part of or that were dedicated in their names. It was all very interesting and normally Mari would be listening with rapt attention. But she was distracted, paying too much attention to the speaker himself than the words he was saying.

Eventually she had to stop denying the obvious. She didn't spend more than fifteen minutes in Nightwing's company. But he was unmistakable. The easy way he moved, the tone and timbre of his voice. This man fought crime at night. Their tour guide midnights as a vigilante. When she came to that conclusion, she spent the rest of the tour looking anywhere but his face.

'Richard. Richard what?'

It seemed her new goal of the day was to figure that out.

By the time they got to the cafeteria for lunch, Marinette had learned practically nothing about the Wayne building or the company. Her classmates were filing in past their guide who was passing off little slips of blue paper. She internally cringed. As she passed by and gingerly took her paper from his hands he said,

"Show these to the cashier after getting your food. Okay, everyone! I'll be nearby if anyone has follow up questions. Don't hesitate to ask."

Adrien grabbed her shoulder lightly. She jumped and looked at her friend.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat. I know you missed breakfast," he smiled.

Her face flushed at the memory. Her phone decided enough was enough and died halfway through the night. So no alarm and Marinette did not have the forethought to schedule a wake up call the the front desk. So she slept straight through Mlle. Bustier knocking on everyone's doors due to her late night. It wasn't until Alya finally arrived, banging on the door that she actually became aware of her surroundings. She had to rush to get ready, barely having time to brush her hair. She had to tie up her hair on the bus. It was good that she had laid out her outfit the night before or she would have been in an even worse time crunch.

They made their way through the line, following Nino's footsteps, who was following Alya's steps in turn. Once they had turned in their lunch tickets and sat down Marinette started to look around for their teacher. She was hoping Mlle Bustier could tell her a bit more about Richard without being obvious. She finally spotted her over by the register, where she had just finished walking through the line. Marinette stood.

"Mari?"

She looked down at Adrien's questioning eyes. Giving him a weak smile, she patted his shoulder.

"I'll be right back."

Mlle. Bustier chose to sit at the edge of the room so she could keep an eye on as many of her kids as possible. She saw Marinette coming and she lifted her face to greet the class president.

"Yes, Marinette? Do you need something?" she asked pleasantly.

"I just have a quick question?"

"Was that a question?" Caline asked.

Marinette backpedaled and shook her head.

"No, no... that wasn't it."

"Okay, then what is it?"

"I was just wondering..." she trailed off, only continuing when the teacher raised an eyebrow at her deflective tone. "if you knew Monsieur Richard's last name?"

Blinking in confusion, she stared at the girl standing before her. Eventually she shook her head.

"I met him at the same time you did. You'll have to ask him."

Marinette cursed mentally. Looks like if she wanted answers she'd have to be direct. Something she was not good at. (Something her soulmate was very good at.)

"Well. Thank you anyway." she looked back at the far table she left Adrien at.

He waved.

She did not wave back.

Instead she continued scanning the room for Richard. He was seated a few tables away from Lila's little group. That was where Alya and Nino ended up as well, but her eyes just skipped over them in favor of the suspected vigilante.

A wave of calm confidence and what felt almost like anger came over her and she marched toward him. Lila noticed her walk and followed her gaze to the Wayne employee who was sitting next to a younger man, a laptop open in front of him. Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

When Marinette finally passed by, she loudly began to spin a new lie, or a continuation of an older lie. When the shorter girl kept walking, paying no attention to the liar, her eyes narrowed further. The girls sitting around her pleaded for her to keep talking so she did, putting Dupain-Cheng on the back burner.

Dick looked up, startled, when one of the girls from the tour group planted her feet right next to him at his table. Tim barely glanced over from his precious coffee.

He looked at her stony expression, kind of nervous. He had no idea what he did wrong.

"I have a question," she said in English.

Her voice did not match her expression. It was soft and he got the impression she rarely had negative things to say. The French accent certainly helped her case.

"Yes, Miss...?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng," she supplied.

Tim finally decided to start paying attention.

"The class president?" he asked blearily.

"Oui- I mean, yes."

Dick called back her attention with a head bob.

"What is your question?" he asked.

Tim leaned in a bit to hear over the din of the cafeteria. Her face steeled and her took a deep breath.

"What is your last name?"

He looked a bit reluctant to say, more surprised than anything else, but she did not waver.

"Grayson," he said at last.

Her expression tinged with surprise before she nodded.

"The eldest," was all she said before she thanked him with a sweetness that came out of nowhere and walking away.

"What was that about?" Tim asked around a sip of his coffee.

Dick gave a small shrug before looking down at his food. So she knew his name. He only hoped this revelation did not cause any waves of students suddenly excited to talk to him. He wasn't that worried about it. He was used to attention because of the Wayne influence. But the girl did not gravitate toward the big group of students a few tables down. Instead she walked further down, sitting next to the blond boy who looked at her expectantly. She waved him off.

"Almost reminded you of someone right up until the end, wouldn't you say?"

"What?" Dick looked at his younger brother.

Tim rolled his eyes and knocked back the rest of his drink.

"By the way, Damian's soulmate must be a great influence on him already."

"What makes you say that?"

"He said please. Twice."

Tim stared down at his empty cup. A few beats of silence passed and he smiled like someone just let him in on an inside joke. He stood up quickly and Dick jolted with surprise.

"I have an idea," Tim said before grabbing his laptop and heading out of the room.

Well okay then.

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Fanboy Pt. 2 - David Dobrik

word count: 2476 an// italics are flashbacks throughout the relationship. this turned out amazing so you better read both parts.

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Part One

It’s been exactly three years since the day I met David. Three years that have been filled with joy, surprises, and unending happiness. We’ve been together for three years, now I am going to spend three minutes thinking of our past.

We went on our first official date only a couple of days after meeting. Neither our friends or the fans were surprised. We waited several months before coming clean to the fans, most had their suspicions.

“David, they totally see right through us.” I laugh, swinging my legs as I sit on the countertop.

“No they don’t, everyone thinks you’re too famous for me to date.” He presses a kiss to my cheek before walking out of his kitchen.

“Okay, first of all that’s not true. Second of all, read your comments. They’ve noticed how often we hang out. They aren’t stupid.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” He looks up at me from his seated position on the couch.

“I am happy to come clean. I don’t want to hide what we have anymore.” I slowly sit down on his lap, “Plus, everyone deserves to know where I’m getting my inspiration from lately.”

I press kisses down his neck, successfully making him moan with pleasure.

“Fine. We’ll tell them.” He smiles, finally we’re on the same page.

After that we told them in a vlog, revealing all of the footage he hasn’t been able to use in the past. The fans were easily thrilled with the confirmation. It happily merged our two fan bases. A few months after that I finally got to release my new album, which had been a long time in the making. David and I had been together nearly a year by the time it all came together.

“I don’t want to jinx us like Ariana did by calling a song Pete Davidson.” I complain, “But, everyone is going to know it’s about you anyway. I love you, they should know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“I am not superstitious. I would be honored if you named a song after me, but I also understand why you wouldn’t want to.”

“I’m giving them the okay.” I grin. David pulls me in for a quick kiss before I text my manager. My album is released at midnight tonight, this was the final decision that I was supposed to submit an hour ago.

“Now that that’s all taken care of, we can start getting ready for the party.” David drags me off the couch so we can start setting up my house. We’re having a huge party to celebrate the album, we’re basically inviting every person we know. The whole vlog squad is attending, and all of my los angeles friends. David has been hyping up the album release to everyone, he’s still my little fanboy.

It takes us hours, even with help. Carly and Erin showed up a couple of hours ago, knowing David and I would struggle to do this on our own. They even dragged Zane, Toddy, and Jeff along with them.

“Y/n, we’re all good here!” Erin insists, “Go get ready!”

She shoves me off in the direction of upstairs to my bedroom. David is already up there, he’s changed out of his black tee to a nice jacket.

“Hey, baby.” I greet, pulling him in for a hug.

“Hey, are you excited?” David presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“Can’t wait. I hope everyone loves it as much as I do.”

“I just can’t wait to hear it! I can’t believe you made me wait with everyone else.”

“I wanted your reaction to everything, now you get to be surprised with everyone else!”

I reluctantly leave his grasp to get dressed. I avoid wearing a dress or a skirt to try and be more comfortable. 

By the time I get downstairs, the party is in full swing. The hours pass by quickly with the mixture of friends and alcohol. Soon enough it’s midnight, we all pop our champagne bottles and the first song of the album comes on the speakers.

“You did it again.” Charlie pulls me into a hug to congratulate me. “This is going platinum, I can feel it.”

“Shut up.” I laugh and lightly shove his chest.

Charlie and I catch up for awhile and listen to more of the album. So far everyone is loving it from what I can tell.

“It’s amazing, baby.” David comes up out of nowhere to press a kiss to my temple and wrap his arms around my waist.

The rest of the night ended up being a blur, I only remember everyone loving it. After that, David and I got to just be ourselves for a while. His vlogs were doing amazing, more and more companies wanting to work with him everyday. Charlie was right, the album ended up going double platinum.

“I have to go on tour.” I tell David, nervous for the response.

“What? For how long?”

“Five months.”

“Five months? It’s only been a couple months since you released the album.” David huffs, sounding a little mad.

“I know, they told me that this is going to be the best option timing-wise. It’s now or never”

We sit in silence for a while, letting all of the new information sink in.

“What am I going to do here without you?” He asks, he looks up at me with his sad puppy dog eyes. His arms pull me closer to him, we both fall back against his bed.

“Well, what if you didn’t have to.” I smile.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I thought it might be a little crazy, but I think we could give it a try. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

I hold my breath as I wait for a reaction. I know his whole life is here, but he can still vlog on tour. Brand deals will still work on the road. He can fly back when he needs to, I just don’t want to go so long without seeing each other.

“Can I actually?” He sits up suddenly.

“Would you really want to?” I ask, getting just as excited as him now.

“Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I want to follow my girlfriend all around on tour?”

“Because your life is here.” I run a hand through his hair, trying to bring him back down to earth.

“No, my life is with you.”

So David went on tour with me for five months. It ended up being the best tour I’ve ever had. Having him with me made it so much better. Every city was a new adventure for the two of us. When we stopped in Chicago we drove to Vernon hills to surprise his family. It’s safe to say they all freaked out when we showed up there. I gave them all front row tickets for the Chicago show. It was easily my favorite show to be able to look out and see David smiling back at me with his whole family.

Once tour ended it felt weird living in different houses. For five months we practically shared a bunk, the eight minute drive was too much distance. We decided to buy a house together, trusting our year and a half of dating.

“This is the house.” I grin, looking at the completely empty home, imagining all of the things we could do with it. It’s a beautiful and large home. It has a gorgeous view, and enough privacy we won’t have to worry about fans.

“How do you know? All of the houses we’ve looked at have been this nice.” He looks around at the place confused.

“I can feel it.” I grin, “This is our home.”

David turns to look at me, a smirk on his face.

“This is our home?” He takes several steps closer to me, he places his hands on my hips, “This is the house you want to come home to after we get married? The house we raise our kids in? The house we grow old in?”

My smile gets wider with each of his words.

“Absolutely.”

That very same day we closed on the house. It took a couple of weeks, but we started moving our things in. We both brought things from our houses and then bought new things to fill all of the empty house we had.

“Hey babe, can you unpack that box?” David asks as he nods to the large cardboard box on the kitchen counter. “I want to finish everything in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely not in the middle of anything.” I roll my eyes. I set down the picture I was attempting to hang on the wall. David is unpacking the other kitchen box.

I pull open the flaps on the box, instantly I notice the small velvet box sitting on the very top.

“David.” I say his name to get his attention, though my eyes never leave the little box.

“What? Find anything good?” He teases, his head still in a cupboard.

He walks over and reaches into the box to grab it. He pulls my attention.

“Why do you have tears in your eyes?” He asks, he brushes a tear off of my cheek, I notice his hand is shaking slightly.

“If that’s a pair of earrings, I’m going to kill you.” I joke, letting out an anxious breath.

“It’s not earrings.” He laughs as he gets down on one knee. “Y/n, I have loved you since before I even knew you. You are kind to the world and I am so glad that I am a part of yours. You are my world, Y/n. You make me the best version of myself. Every morning that I wake up next to you is the better than the last. I would give up everything I have just to see your beautiful smile. Before I start crying as hard as you, Y//n, will you marry me?”

“Well obviously.” I roll my eyes.

David shoots up and slides the ring past my finger. As soon as he does I take his face in my hand and pull him in for an excited kiss.

“I love you so much.” I whisper, our foreheads resting against each other.

“I love you so much more.”

After that it was hard to get back to unpacking. Eventually, we finished moving in and started planning our wedding. We debated back and forth for months whether we should have a small wedding with close friends and family or to just go all out. We decided on the latter. Then it took us months of real planning, we weren’t worried though. We enjoyed our time of being engaged.

“Oh my god, I’m getting married today.” I finish the rest of my champagne as the realization sets in.

“You’re just realizing this?” Erin asks, she looks at me with a dumbfounded face.

“Don’t yell at her, she’s just in a little bit of shock. Every bride is at some point.” Carly tries to defend.

“I think I just need some air.”

I leave the rest of the bridesmaids in the room. I find a balcony and lean against the rail.

“You aren’t getting cold feet, are you?” It doesn’t even take a second to realize it’s David that’s behind me.

“Hey, you aren’t supposed to see me!” I turn around to yell at him, “It’s bad luck!”

“Hey, I thought we decided we aren’t superstitious?” He smirks and raises a brow. He takes a couple of steps closer.

I look up into his eyes and I don’t feel the nerves anymore. They’ve all vanished.

“I was kidding before, but I just want to check. You aren’t getting cold feet?”

“No.” I smile and shake my head, “Not anymore.”

“Okay, good. Charlie might have mentioned that you could be out here.”

“How did he even know?” I ask.

“He’s your best friend, he knows you.” David laughs.

We stay that way for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s embrace.

“We should go.” He announces.

“Is it too late to elope?” I joke, we both start walking back to our respective rooms.

“I have I feeling yes.” He laughs.

The wedding was beautiful. More than I could have ever wished for. Friends and family all surrounding us. It was an amazing experience, by far one of my favorite all time moments.

It’s only been four months since the wedding and honeymoon. We’ve filled our three years with even more than I can think of. My three minutes are up.

Pregnant.

I quick run out to the mall before David gets home. I want to do this right, I know that we are both going to be thrilled with the news.

When I pull into the driveway, I notice David is already here. I take the bag and leave it by the front door.

“Hey!” He calls out.

“Hey.” I grin, I take a seat next to him on the couch.

“How was your day?” He asks, he runs a hand through my hair, completely giving me his attention.

“Amazing.” I smile even wider, “What about you?”

“It was pretty good.” He shrugs.

“Do you know what today is?” I ask.

“Uhh.” He takes a couple of seconds to think, “Awe baby, it’s our three year anniversary of meeting!” He pulls me onto his lap, pressing his lips all over.

“Yes it is!” I push him back a little, “I got you a gift.”

“What? I thought we don’t do gifts for this anniversary?” He groans. I quickly get off of his lap and go over to the door to grab the bag.

“This year is different.” I tease, “I didn’t have time to wrap it anyway.”

I sit down next to him again, this time dropping the bag in his lap. He pulls out the folded shirt.

“A black tee shirt? Babe, you know me so well.” He leans forwards to give me a kiss, I push him back before he can.

“Unfold it, dummy.” I laugh with a roll of my eyes.

He unfolds it and it gets dead quiet in the room.

“Are you pranking me?” He sets down the shirt to look at me.

“I’m completely serious.” I grin.

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby.” I confirm.

He tackles me in a hug and peppers my face and belly with kisses. Everything I have is thanks to Charlie and that day three years ago. This is a blessed day. A day that brought me my fanboy and my baby. A day that I owe everything to.

[thecleverdame]

Control and Release - 12

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: With the rest of the staff caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification,  mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, dub-con, nipple clamps, breath play (more warnings as the story continues)  

Words: 5k

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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You spend the weekend naked and fucking in nearly every room of his house. Sucking his cock in the middle of the kitchen, laid out over his sofa on display while he reads the paper, spanked until your ass is bright red. By Sunday night you’re tied to his bed frame and looking forward to the work week so you can get a few nights of well-deserved rest. It’s almost midnight when he sends you home, patting your cheek in appreciation then standing in his doorway, watching as you walk toward the waiting car.

There are faint black and blue marks around your wrists, leftover reminders of being bound and gagged. You look out the window, pressing on one wrist and enjoying the fading pain as the moment comes back in vivid detail. Sam can make your body respond, even when he’s not there.

There a question flickering to life in the back of your mind  - how long can this last? But you push it down, refusing to acknowledge it.

Five Months Later

“What is going on down there?” Rolling your chair back, you glance down the hallway.

“Brent is getting axed.” Millie wheels her chair toward you, and the two of you sit side by side listening to the commotion down the hallway. There’s muted yelling coming from one of the conference rooms.

“Really?” You know he screwed up, it was bad enough for Sam to bring up in casual conversation. “I liked Brent, he wasn’t a total ass like the rest of them.”

“That’s probably why he didn’t last,” Lexi chimes in, walking up behind you, resting her hip on the corner of your desk. “I heard he got called up to the attic this morning. Word is, he told Sam that it wasn’t even him that mixed up the dates, it was Tobias but they blamed him.”

“You think that’s true?” you ask, listening as the yelling escalates and two uniformed security guards come trotting down the hallway.

“I don’t think Sam Winchester does anything unless he’s one hundred percent sure about it.” Millie offers and you shift in your seat.

While your arrangement with Sam has grown into itself, it still makes you uncomfortable when anyone else talks about him. It feels like they’re going to find out your secret just by the look on your face.

Life has been split into two categories. The normal work week, which is usually boring and predictable - you go to work, go home. You get the occasional text from Keith Campbell, a little homework every now and then but for the most part your professional life has turned into just that, strictly professional.

It’s the weekends that you indulge in each other. From Friday afternoon until Sunday night you live in a sexual fantasy, engaging in whatever wonderful torture he decides to inflict. He was the one who talked of compartmentalizing his life but you’ve done the same.

Bang.

The door to the conference room flies open, hitting the wall with a thud. All three of you jump. Brent is hauled out of the room by the guards, who are now joined by four more, as they wrestle him out of the building.

“Poor guy,” you mumble, looking away.

“Another one bites the dust.” Millie shakes her head. “We’ve got it good. We stay under the radar and just do our job.”

“We should head over to the auditorium.” Lexi taps the back of your chair.

It’s Sam’s monthly employee meeting and everyone is expected to be in attendance. Grabbing your coat, the three of you head out of the main building to the staff auditorium. There are always refreshments and snacks if you get there in enough time and you wander around, talking to other employees and sipping seltzer.

You’re discussing Lexi’s upcoming blind date when there’s a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you find Pepper, looking as irritated as always. “He wants to see you. Now.”

Sam hasn’t called for you in person, during work hours, in months. You’re taken off guard, looking sideways at Millie and Lexi who are both as surprised as you are. You’ve done your best to keep the fact that you occasionally meet with him a secret. As far they know you’re just another low-level assistant

“Come on!” Pepper snips, grabbing your arm and hauling you off. You follow her backstage, winding through a labyrinth of hallways until she stops at the door to a small room. You step inside and she closes the door.

Sam is standing, one hand in his pocket eyes fixed on his phone. He looks up, smiling when he sees you. “Hello.”

“Hi.” You clasp your hands together.

“You look surprised. Am I interrupting something?” He cocks an eyebrow, stepping closer. Every action he makes has a purpose, especially the way he moves.

“Not at all.” You tilt your chin up toward him. “I was just caught off guard. You don’t mix work and us these days. I’m always happy to come when you want me.”

That last statement makes his eye twitch, nostrils flaring.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He inches nearer, eyes dropping down your body. “I wanted to make sure that you don’t have plans this weekend.”

“Do I ever have plans?” you counter, watching him lick his lips. You know one thing for sure, the longer this has gone on, the hungrier he is for you. And the feeling is mutual.

“Yes, but today is your birthday. People normally celebrate with friends. You don’t have anyone coming into town?”

“No,” you nod, holding your head high. “I’m all yours.”

“Good. Be ready tonight at eight. Wear a dress, something nice. I’ll pick you up.”

“We’re going out?”

He hasn’t taken you anywhere other than his bed since San Francisco. In fact, some weekends you never wear anything at all, naked from Friday to Sunday. You wonder if this is for your birthday or one of his social engagements. It’s not uncommon for him to take a date, but as far as you know it’s always Pepper who accompanies him in public. He says it’s cleaner that way. Everyone knows she’s his assistant so there are no misunderstandings.

“Yes,” he confirms. “No panties, hair down.” His eyes linger then he steps back, smoothing down his tie.

“I look forward to it.” You watch as he leaves the room, always left in a wake of excitement and expectation.

-

It’s almost eight as you look in the mirror, adjusting your dress. It’s black and tight, falling just above your knee. The neckline is lower than you're used to but nothing scandalous. It’s the back that’s the real show stopper, it’s open all the way down to just above your ass crack. You hope it’s not too much, Sam will occasionally comment on your clothing choices but you think you’ve got a handle on his taste. Above all else he prefers class.

His car pulls up just before eight. You’re waiting by the front door of your brownstone apartment building, hurrying down the steps, eager to find out what’s in store.

The driver opens the door and you slide in next to him.

“How are you tonight?” he asks, his hand already on your knee, slipping between your legs.

“Excited. I haven’t been out in a long time.”

“Well, let’s hope this evening lives up to your expectations,” he purrs, hand sliding just a little further up your leg. “I hope you’re not too hungry, we aren’t eating until after.”

“After what?” You look up, his fingers pressing into the warm flesh inside of your thigh.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He grins, giving you a squeeze and removing his hand. “Before we go any further, I need to tell you that I allowed Pepper to choose a second assistant for the Tokyo trip next month. I expressed my preference for you, but she chose Lexi.”

“That’s no surprise I guess.” You can’t help but be disappointed. “I mean, I’d like to see Japan, but you know better than anyone Pepper hates me. We don’t work well together.”

He chuckles. “She’s not one to hide her feelings.”

“How long will you be gone for?”

“Two weeks. Don’t worry, I’ll have you report to me every night. You’ll have a list of tasks for while I’m gone.” He holds his stare and you get lost in the moment, drowning in those eyes that you’ve come to know oh so well.

“I look forward to it.”

“I would expect nothing less. We’re here.” He points out the window as the car pulls up to the Boston Museum of Modern Art.

“We’re going here?” you ask looking back at him. “It’s closed.”

“Not to us,” Sam corrects you, allowing the driver to help you out before following. You feel his hand on your naked back, sliding down to the dip in your lower back. He leans down to whisper in your ear. “Excellent choice.”

“I thought you might like it.” You smile, taking his arm and walking toward the entrance. The thought dawns on you like a bolt of lightning. “This is the Yayoi exhibit.”

“You said you wanted to see it didn’t you? The timing was perfect.” He looks proud of himself as a porter opens the front door for you.

“I said I wanted tickets-” You’re dumbfounded, looking around at the empty museum.

“This is better. A private viewing without the distractions.”

There’s a man bustling toward you with several people following.

“Mr. Winchester!” A short, sharply dressed man extends his hand. “We are so honored to have you here. I’m Cecil Baton, the general director. On behalf of the entire board, we want to extend our heartfelt thanks for all the support you’ve offered over the years.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Sam nods in confirmation, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you forward.  “This is Y/N, she’s very much looking forward to seeing Infinity Mirrors.”

Cecil takes your hand, shaking it vigorously.

“We are thrilled to be able to repay your generosity by hosting a viewing for you and your lovely friend.” Cecil makes a tsking sound and a uniformed waiter steps forward with two flutes of champagne. “May we interest you in a glass of Dom Perignon?”

“Thank you for the gesture, I don’t drink,” Sam affirms and looks to you. “Go ahead.”

You hesitate for a moment before taking the glass off the tray and then the two of you are whisked down a hall, as you explore the wonders of each colorful, unique room.

By the time you’re done, you’ve finished three glasses of champagne and are floating on cloud nine as Cecil chatters away, walking you out. He goes on and on about how wonderful Sam is. Leaving you to ponder exactly how much money he must have donated to get a reception like this. You probably don’t want to know.

“What did you think?” he inquires as you walk back toward the car.

“It was...better than I could have imagined. What an experience.” You feel like you’re vibrating with happiness. While you’ve never lived through any kind of cruelty, you’ve also never been pampered in any sense of the word. This is a scenario you could never have imagined. You turn to him, stopping in your tracks and gripping both his arms. “Thank you so, so much.”

“It was nothing.” He shakes it off, giving your elbow a squeeze. “Come on, we’ll be late for dinner.”

-

Dinner is at a French restaurant called Mistral.

He orders for you, but he’s better at it now than he was in the beginning. He’s come to know your preferences, even ordering you a fourth glass of champagne, toasting you with his seltzer water.

“Sam,” you start, looking from the tuna tartar. “Is there a reason you haven’t touched me yet tonight?”

“I touched you in the car,” he smirks.

“Yes, but you didn’t touch me. I mean, you are going to, aren’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles, sitting back in his seat, one arm resting on the table. “It’s your birthday. The one day of the year I’m going to leave it up to you. Start thinking about what you want tonight. It’s your choice.”

You can’t help your grin, giggling a little as you sip from the flute. “I’m not sure I even know where to start.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” With a genuine laugh, he goes back to his salad as you talk about your favorite part of the exhibit and the various other artists you hope to see in your lifetime. When you finish he’s quietly watching you, seemingly satisfied to sit and listen as you ramble on. “Do you have anything on your bucket list? I know you have more money than God, so you can probably see and do anything you want but there’s gotta be something.”

“Hmm,” he indulges your question, really giving it thought. “I want to see the northern lights. I’ve never had the chance.”

“That’s a good one,” you agree as your empty plate is swapped out for a giant tower of chocolate and raspberries. You almost squeal, a little tipsy and having arguably the best birthday of your life. “Come on, try some. One spoonful of sugar won’t kill you.”

“No.” He shakes his head, face lit up in amusement.

“Oh come on Sam, it’s my birthday. You said I’m in charge tonight...one bite.”

He contemplates your request and just when you think he’s going to tell you no he reaches over and spoons a bite of your dessert. Popping it in his mouth and wincing, “too sugary.”

“Your loss,” you laugh, digging in.

-

“Have you decided?” Sam's teasing, watching you blush in the low light of his bedroom.

“Yes,” you nod. “There are several things I’d like tonight, but first I want you to take your clothes off.”

He raises his eyebrows, but compiles immediately, toeing his shoes off and reaching for the buttons on his shirt. You do the same, stripping down until you’re both nude and staring at each other. He’s already half hard, cock thickening right before your eyes.

“In a little bit, I want to suck your cock. Then I’d like you to spank me, not too hard though.” You explain, biting your bottom lip as he nods in agreement.

“We can do both those things.”

“But first I want you to lay down on the bed.” You clear your throat, not comfortable giving the instructions. This is his territory.

He walks over to the bed, sitting down before laying back on the pillows. You crawl over him, straddling his legs, then moving until you’re sitting across his upper thighs, his erection standing tall against your stomach.

“I want to touch you,” you admit, watching him blink in response. You reach up, placing your opens palms over his chest, feeling him twitch under your touch. Fanning outward you sweep your palms over his chest and toward his shoulders, sliding over warm skin. Both his hands are resting on your thighs. He sighs when you run your nails through the hair on his forearms and then lean forward to suck on the skin of his neck.

A low groan leaves his throat as you nip at the juncture of his neck and shoulder and before you think better of it you place a kiss just under his ear. It’s a lingering touch and then you do it again and again moving downward until you find yourself under his jaw, scraping teeth over his five o’clock shadow. When you raise your head to look down at him, his eyes are closed, popping open seconds later. Staring at each other, his hands slide around to cup your ass cheeks, rocking upward as his cock rubs over your stomach.

You shift forward and rub your clit against his cock, nose pressed into the side of his cheek.

“Fuck my mouth,” you whisper.

Sam moves in record time, flipping you onto your back as you yelp in surprise. Getting off the bed he grabs you by the ankle rolling you onto your belly then turning you in a half circle until your head is hanging over the edge of the bed.

“Open.” Your jaw falls slack as he slides the head of his dick past your lips and you suck hard, as he slides forward. “Take it,” Sam purrs, reaching down to stroke your cheek as his cock hits the back of your throat. You hum around his dick, let him push forward until his balls press into your chin. “Just like that.”

His deep voice conveying words of praise go straight to your clit, throbbing between your legs, triggering the slick that’s leaking from your sex. You let him fuck your throat looking up as he stares down at you with forced concentration. Without warning, he pulls out of your mouth leaving a trail of spit as he taps your shoulder like he’s tapping out of a fight.

“Roll over,” he commands, big hands turning you over as you comply without hesitation. Head tilting backward over the edge of the bed, upside down. He places one hand at the side of your face, the other on his cock as he pushes back between your lips. “Open up.”

He slides his cock over your tongue and past your uvula as you swallow him whole. Pressing forward he watches the bulge in your throat, then reaches down to rub the outline of the head of his cock as you choke around him. “Fucking perfect.”

He holds himself there for a five count, you know it well. He’s rough, but consistent which helps for things like this. The next one will be longer, but if you count to ten you know he’ll give you relief.

He pulls out, drool leaking over the sides of your face as you gasp for air. Holding his spit-wet dick in his hand he rubs the head over your face, tapping your cheek several times before sliding back inside, right back into the deep stretch while you concentrate on breathing through your nose.

This is one of your favorite things. While you knew you liked sucking dick, having him fuck your mouth as you lay on the bed is a whole other level. Your pussy is slick, throbbing with excitement as you gag around his thick shaft.

“I can see my cock in your throat,” he observes, rubbing the bulge with two fingers. He pulls back, leaving you a mess of spit and tears, eyes watering, but you eagerly open back up, tongue out as he thrusts back in. “Do you like this? Choking on a cock?”

“Uhhh,” you rattle, vibrating around him, unable to do little more than make desperate gurgling sounds.

“I know you do.” He strokes your cheek, rocking forward, getting just a tiny bit deeper. “What do you say?”

“Huh ooo,” is your version of thank you as you swallow him whole.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he grunts, pulling out. You look up at the sight of him holding his cock in his hand, inches from your face.  

“In my mouth,” you confirm, clamping your thighs together. “I want to taste you.”

“Open wide.” Reaching forward he gives your nipple a hard squeeze before jerks himself with the head of his cock on your tongue. A half dozen strokes later he's cumming warm and salty as you suck and swallow with fervor. “Keep sucking, just like that,” he instructs as your tongue gently swirls around the sensitive head.

When he’s really into it he can stay hard after he cums. He’s done it plenty of times before. He can’t always get off again, but he can damn sure fuck you into next week.

You carefully attend to his cock, rolling his balls in your hand until he’s sufficiently aroused and then he pulls you off his dick by your hair.

“On your hand and knees,” he instructs, gesturing toward the bed. You scramble into position, feeling your pussy ache as he knees his way between your calves. “You want me to spank you?”

“Yes, please.” You look back at him, arching your back, widening your legs.

“You’re going to get a spanking while my cock is in your pussy,” he huffs, running a hand over your lower back, down the crack of your ass. “Make sure you ask before you cum. No more rule breaking, not even on your birthday.”

You swallowed his load before he told you to, part of you was wondering if he’d punish you for it.

“I understand,” you confirm feeling the thick head of his cock sink into your slippery pink cunt. It’s an easy slide despite his size, but you're wet enough to take him to the root on the first stroke. He holds himself deep, balls pressed into your mound and then his hand comes down on your backside.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

It’s perfect. He knows your body to a tee, knows exactly how hard you like it. His harder spanks are saved for discipline and his softer ones are teasing, but this is the perfect sting.

“It’s your birthday, twenty-nine would be the tradition, wouldn’t it?” He strokes in and out, nestling back inside before bestowing three more smacks on the other cheek.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

“Fuck,” you breath, clenching around his shaft.

He pulls out, only to thrust back inside and then they come in rapid succession. Too many to count. All you can do is howl, twisting on his cock until he finally stops, both hands gripping your ass, squeezing.

��Would you like to cum now?” His inquiry is accompanied by a series of shallow thrusts.

“Yes.”

“How? Like this?” You’re not used to being asked for your preference and hesitate before answering.

“Yes, but I want you to hold yourself deep and rub my clit.”

He snorts, leaning over your back. “Anything for the birthday girl.”

Pressing forward he stuffs your cunt until he’s right against your cervix, sending out those little sparks of pain you love so much. His middle finger finds its way to your clit, making soft circles and you’re already there.

“May I cum?” you pant, eyes shut, mouth hanging open.

“Yes.”

It’s the only permission you need before falling over the edge and cumming around his cock. You jerk, moaning and whimpering as you tighten around his shaft. He takes his hand away from your bud but holds himself inside you until your orgasm begins to fade. He pulls out only to slide back inside again, thrusting slow and even, two hands gripping your hips.

“We’re going to get one more out of you tonight.”

-

You’re sweating.

You flex, blinking awake trying to figure out why you’re overheated only to find Sam wrapped around you, his chest pressed against your shoulder blades, soft belly at the small of your back.

It’s not the first time. He often slings an arm over you in his sleep, but he’s never cocooned you before. You wiggle backward, testing the waters and his grip tightens as the arm over your side curls under your stomach, pulling you back into him.

If he woke up like this you’re not sure what reaction he’d have. The two of you live in a strange world, a weekend relationship devoid of soft affection but always intense. The two of you have slipped into a safe space, an agreement and routine that seems to be working. This isn’t moving backward or forward, you’re stuck in a loop of sex and gratification that never fails to leave you somewhat crestfallen as you head into the week. You spend your time waiting until you’ll see him next, hoping for a little more.

You lie there, half awake, body hyper aware of him holding you for nearly two hours. It’s morning when he finally rolls away, grunting in his sleep and flipping onto his stomach retreating back to his side of the bed.

Sam’s sleeping belly down in the bed, mouth open as his back slowly rises and falls with his breath. You lay there, unmoving, watching his relaxed features, that handsome face looking almost boyish with his pink-flush cheek smashed into the pillow. He’d never let you gaze at him like this if he was awake, so you indulge while you can.

There’s no need to look at the clock to know it’s early, the way the light filters through his windows shifts depending on the time of day. That and he’s not up yet. It must be before six if he’s still out like a light.

The clock confirms it’s five forty-five and for once on a Saturday morning, you’re willingly awake before noon. He normally let’s you sleep in while he goes for a run and does a few hours of work. You give him one last look and gently crawl out of bed, pulling on white cotton panties and foregoing all other clothes, heading to the kitchen to make tea.

You’ve just taken the kettle off the stove when you hear it, a shuffling behind you. It’s impossible to explain how you know it’s not Sam, but you do. You can sense it. Every hair on your body stands up on end and when you turn around you’re faced with a stranger standing in the middle of Sam’s kitchen.

He’s tall, not as tall as Sam but a big guy and you’re instantly frozen in place, practically naked, blinking at the man in front of you. His shirt is spattered with blood, the red stains that are unmistakable.

“Well shit,” he smirks, a grin tugging at his mouth as he eyes your naked tits. “He always had good taste.”

“Um,” you stammer, taking a step back. “Um, who-”

You can’t find the words, your brain shutting down as he gets closer.

“Look at you,” he whistles, sauntering around you as you turn in a slow circle to keep him in your line of sight. His eyes dropping down the length of your body, head to toe. “How much does a guy like Sam pay for a girl like you? Do you charge by the hour or the night? I mean, I’ve been to Vegas, fucked my fair share of working girls but hot damn sweetheart, you are something special.”

It’s at that moment that your thoughts come together to form a coherent thought. This is Dean, Sam’s brother.

“Pleasedon’thurtme,” you squeak out in one quick utterance.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. My brother has never been very good at sharing anyway.” His eyes hone in on the fresh bruises on your hips, leftover handprints.  

“Wh-what do you want?” you stutter, now shaking in fear. Dean closes in and you back up into the counter, trapped by his advance.

“Don’t worry,” he eyes your tits again. “Nothing you can give me, at least not right now.”

“Get away from her.” Sam’s voice booms from across the kitchen, standing bare-chested in a pair of pajama pants, eyes on fire. He looks from Dean to you, extending a hand. “Come here.”

“We were just getting to know each other.” Dean offers a lopsided grin.

Eyes glued on Dean, you inch sideways until you can scurry across the kitchen, letting Sam pull you to him.

“Sam,” you look at him, eyes wide.

“It’s okay.” He takes a half step in front of you, putting himself between you and his brother. “What are you doing here, Dean?”

“Did I come at a bad time? I understand if you wanna be sure you get your money’s worth before we get down to business.”

“She’s not a hooker,” Sam clarifies, tilting his head, eyes never leaving his brother.

“Yeah,” Dean smiles, making a production of leaning to the side to look at you. “Didn’t think so. Good for you, getting back on the horse after all these years. I’m happy for ya.”

“Cut the shit,” Sam steps forward and you move with him, pressing against his back. “What the hell are you doing in my house? Are you trying to get me arrested?”

“Trust me.” Biting his lip, Dean chuckles to himself. “This is the last fucking place I want to be. But I need you, Sammy, there’s some bad shit about to go down. End of the world type stuff. Dad and I need you.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Sam snorts, his posture softening. “No.”

“Tell you what. How ‘bout you put your girl back to bed and we talk about this alone?”

“How about you get the hell out of my house?” Sam counters. “You must be high if you think I would ever do anything for you or dad.”

“Just hear me out, Sam.” All the playfulness drains from Dean’s face. “Dad went on an a...hunting trip. He hasn’t been home in a while.”

“How is this any different from any other time?” Sam shakes his head. “You know this feels familiar. It’s been fourteen years since the last time you showed up with this same story. I went with you and Jess ended up dead. You ruined my life and Dad showed up when he damn well felt like it. So no, there is no way in hell I’m going anywhere with you.”

“We need you.” Dean’s mouth pulls tight. “I know you’ve got a whole white collar thing going on and a life, a girlfriend. I wouldn’t ask if I had a choice.”

“There’s always a choice Dean. I made mine a long time ago. Dad said if I left not to come back and I haven’t. So get the fuck out of my kitchen.”

“Sam,” Dean takes a step forward. “This is your family.”

“No,” Sam spits back. “Family was an illusion. A convenient guilt trip to get me to do what you and dad wanted. I don’t have time for family, Dean. My life is full up.”

“Okay,” Dean looks at the floor, before leaning to the side to look at you again. “Nice to meet you-”

“Stop talking to her.” Sam’s voice is colder than you’ve ever heard him, venom simmering under his words. “You stay away from me and you stay away from her. You hear me, Dean?”

“I hear you.” Dean waits for a beat, looking from Sam to you and then he’s gone just as quick as he came.

“Sam,” you sputter as he turns to you, placing a hand on each shoulder.

“We need to talk.”

[aq2003]

today is international fanworks day, heres a list of some of my favorite fics

-star wars

The Silent Song by Eirian Erisdar When Qui-Gon Jinn is told to take a new padawan, the Force pushes him towards a certain initiate - but when Qui-Gon is told that Obi-Wan cannot speak, he hesitates. And all the while, Palpatine moves in the shadows... 

A Trophy, Nothing More by solojones After killing Obi-Wan Kenobi in 'A New Hope', Darth Vader takes a moment to reflect on what he's done.

Adagio by ruth baulding A slow movement, in a minor key, set on Tatooine post-Mustafar.

The Weeds in the Wilderness by ealcynn A man wakes on a cold and desolate moor. He knows he is hurt. He knows he is alone. What he doesn't know is what he is, or where he came from. He doesn't know even his own name. But there is something else that this man knows, and that is that if he doesn't get help soon, he is going to die. And on this strange new world, there are so many dangers.

Teachers by Selena "Remember, Anakin, the master learns as much from the padawan as the padawan learns from the master." Eight lessons Anakin Skywalker learns through Ahsoka Tano, and one Darth Vader does.

one door closes, another opens by isabilightwood Ahsoka runs through a portal in the Lothal Jedi Temple, and finds herself seventeen years in the past. Only to find everything is slightly different - her seventeen-year-old past self was just executed, Obi-wan is missing, and Anakin fell eight months early, prompting Order 66 just after her arrival. With only her questionably useful knowledge of the Empire as a guide, Ahsoka finds herself helping to build a rebellion from scratch. Again. But this time, with a few more Jedi left in the galaxy. Some of whom could cause more problems than they solve.

Reprise by Elfpen Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. Part 1 of Reprise

Hard Deviations by flute25 “The snares of the world were its ways of sin. He would fall. He had not fallen but he would fall and surely, in an instant. Not to fall was too hard and he felt the silent lapse of his soul, as it would be at some instant to come, falling, falling, but not yet fallen, still not fallen but about to fall.” James Joyce - Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Obi-wan Kenobi goes undercover, fighting a battle against Dooku, the Sith, and himself. Takes place during the Rako Hardeen arc. Part 2 of Divergences

Drifting Starlight by Pandora151 Just before the fateful Battle of Naboo, Qui-Gon Jinn is brought to the future, to the Clone Wars. He doesn't know why or how, but he knows one thing for sure: He never, in a million years, expected the galaxy to end up like this. Part 2 of The Journey of the Lights

-mcu

for good by Madelinedear "Sorry, May, we can't all be best friends with a celebrity.” May opens her mouth to retort reflexively, the words 'we aren’t even friends' on the tip of her tongue before she closes her mouth. Because they are friends, now. They’re way past that point. Oh my god, she thinks somewhat hysterically. Tony Stark is my best friend. (or; Tony Stark, May Parker, and the road to something like friendship) Part 1 of call you home

Exclusive by copperbadge Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America's Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers. Part 1 of Magazineverse

Watch Our Souls Fade Away by GloriousBlackout Nebula and Tony struggle to come to terms with everything they've lost as they make the journey back to Earth. Takes place immediately after the events of Avengers: Infinity War.

the rattle of their hearts by iron_spider Tony deals with the aftermath of Infinity War. He needs to get things back to normal. And Peter is an essential part of normal. Part 1 of rattle universe

home training by theformerone T'Chaka takes Erik back to Wakanda. Erik is a problem child. Part 1 of erik stevens, prince of wakanda

We've Made It This Far, Kid by EmAndFandems Tony's just trying to protect the kid from SHIELD. Why does everything have to be so hard? Meanwhile, Peter's biggest problem is buying movie tickets, until he gets a harsh awakening.

the spider-man conspiracy by tempestaurora  WHO IS SPIDER-MAN? The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks. “My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.” OR "what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth." Part 1 of the conspiracy kids

Below Freezing by aftersoon (notboldly) When Rhodey crash lands in the Himalayan wilderness, it tests more than just his survival skills.

-marvel 616

Resurrection, Reconstruction & Redemption by Elspethdixon, Seanchai Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaugely be considered plot. Part 1 of Resurrection-verse

Winter Is All Over You by Kiyaar Tony can't remember why he's running.

Sea Stars by Muccamukk Summary: Steve comes back to life somewhere entirely unexpected; Tony doesn’t remember being a hero; something is rotten in the province of British Columbia, and the 2010 Olympics are doomed.

(Not So) Lonely At The Top by foldingcranes Summary: Riri has a bad day, and Tony tries to be An Emotionally Available Adult for her. It doesn’t go so bad.

Emanata (The Comics Will Break Your Heart Remix) by teaberryblue Summary: Steve Rogers has the opportunity to fulfill his childhood dreams of becoming a comic artist when eccentric billionaire, superhero patron, and obsessive comic enthusiast Tony Stark offers him a job drawing Iron Man. But Tony Stark has no idea that Steve Rogers is really Captain America, the newest member of the Avengers. And Iron Man has no idea that Captain America is really Steve Rogers, up-and-coming comic book artist. And Steve doesn’t know what to do about the fact that he’s falling head over heels for them both.

Changeling by Sineala Instead of deleting his entire brain and reloading from a backup, Tony attempts to erase just the SHRA database from his mind. As Steve later finds out, this is unfortunately not what he actually did. Part 1 of Changeling

Zero Sum by Crait Did you do your best, Anthony? And did your best only make things worse?Series Part 1 of Stark Disassembled

-jojo’s bizarre adventure

nothing like the sun by succubused

“All Jotaro’s other targets are dead. Except for you.” Malika cocked her head, considering Kakyoin. “After he came back the last time and he was…alone in there, I…grew him flowers, a few times. I wasn’t supposed to. But he was in the dark for so long. I thought he wouldn’t mind losing a little bit of blood as long as it reminded him there was still something left.” “What do you mean,” Kakyoin said slowly, “‘in the dark’?” Malika didn’t answer. White flowers unfurled from her forearm, gentle trickles of blood rising up the thin stems. She watched them thoughtfully. White poppy; consolation. She plucked a poppy out of her arm and held it carefully between two fingers. “You have to get him out,” she said. “You have to.”

AU where Jotaro is the evil brainwashed assassin sent to kill Kakyoin, who makes life very complicated for Dio by being better at counterpossession than he is. Part 1 of nothing like the sun

somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight by simkjrs He rolls back the sleeve on his left arm and looks at the scabbed-over words that have been cut into his skin.

KASAI 181 BRING PEN

It’s not like Jotaro makes it a habit to listen to what other people say to him, but this is too strange of a case. He doesn’t remember doing this to himself, but if he didn’t do it, then who? And if he did do it, then why can’t he remember? ---- Four months after Egypt, and there is something strange happening back at home.

I am the desert by catboysam Jotaro hated to admit it to himself, but despite the fact that he hadn't teared up when they left Japan, he missed his grandfather’s presence. After having him beside him for so long and through so much, being separated from him felt… almost wrong. Like another thing was missing. And the more he lingered on that thought, the more the lack of Polnareff's presence felt wrong too. Jotaro invites Polnareff to his high school graduation.

the sidewalk soldiers sing the midnight blues by queenieofaces In hindsight, he doesn’t know why it didn’t occur to him that losing a hand might affect his hamon. His lungs are fine, but the flow of energy through his body is different now, no matter how imperceptibly.

The Best-Laid Plans by deuil Jotaro'd mentioned to Josuke on a few occasions that every plane that Joseph Joestar's ever been on has crashed and burned. Josuke wonders now if he's somehow managed to metaphorically inherit that trait.

Can't Go Back Now by etymologyplayground "No, no, he was not the devil. It is just that he was called Diavolo. … Well, maybe he was, I don't know," Giorno says. "Bene, he was the… director? Of Passione." "Boss," Fugo supplies him. "He was the boss." Giorno snaps his fingers at Fugo gratefully. "He was the boss. I should not care about him personally except that he made Passione sell drugs, and weapons. That's no good, you know." Jolyne slides her eyes over to Hermès, who is very resolutely looking at the road. She bites her lip. Jolyne thinks about the dime bag of weed currently sitting in the glove compartment. "Oh, yeah, for sure." -- Giorno and Fugo visit the Florida crew. Jolyne figures some stuff out about herself, her dad, and Hermès.

Untitled (1980-2014) by platinumfinale Jotaro Kujo, and his family, grows up. Contains spoilers for parts 3-6.

and the PTA meetings are worse by shonens Love thy neighbor. Or hate them. Hate them so passionately you trim your hedges in the shape of 'get fucked' in hopes of ruining their day. A collection of AU short stories about mudad, oradad, and suburbia.

[jennifersylvesters]

not so subtle - part six

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 4.7k~ Warning: swearing, smut, potential angst? A/N: PLEASE READ. PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS NOTE! this part has smut in it so if you are not eighteen and older / not comfortable with smut, DO. NOT. READ. that being said, i understand that there are people out there that fall into those categories. i would never want to make anyone feel like a part is unaccessible to them, which is why there will be a “not so subtle” - part six [ clean-ish] version coming out as well. ( aka still keeping the swears but none of the hanky panky. ) for anyone curious as to why i didn’t just keep a clean-ish version: it’s mostly because i’ve never written smut before. i wanted to test my skills as a writer so if it’s not the best, i do apologize for that. anywhoo - like always, feedback is appreciated/loved aka start the new year off right and give it to me please.

A couple days after the Christmas disaster, you came to the conclusion that you were done with love. If the universe didn’t want you to have a boyfriend, fine by you. In fact, you didn’t need a man. You especially didn’t need Steven.

“You’re a fucking catch” Kimberly reassured you the next day after you explained what happened. “Steven would’ve been lucky to have you. But he’s a complete idiot.”

“I am a fucking catch” you sobbed into a tub of ice cream, wishing that if you said it enough you might finally believe it.

Who needed a relationship? Not you.

You decided that you could be one of those carefree girls who slept with whomever they wanted. They all looked relatively happy with no strings attached. You could totally do that, flouncing around from guy to guy without any worries. Feelings didn’t matter. If Harrison could do it so easily, why couldn’t you? Not that you were thinking of Harrison. Harrison who?

Romance was overrated, anyways.

You planned on putting this resolution into motion as soon as possible. What better time to start than with New Year’s Eve just around the corner?

It came as no surprise that Tom and Emma got tickets to an exclusive Vegas party for New Year’s Eve. Of course they invited you along, claiming there was no one better to join them in the festivities. Naturally you accepted their offer. Nothing sounded better than ringing in the new year in actual style.

Tom had been generous enough to set you up with your own room in the hotel. Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he felt bad about how your year had been. This was his attempt of doing you a solid. And it turns out, he wasn’t completely clueless when it came to nice hotel rooms.

You whistled as you opened the door to a pristinely white hallway. You parked your luggage near the entrance as walked into the actual living quarters. Holy shit. The space was massive complete with amenities beyond your imagination. It seemed tempting to just leave your college life behind and just live in this room forever.

Running your hand along the silky sheets of your bed, you grinned thinking how lucky you got to have a king size all to yourself. An enormous television was plastered to the wall right across from the bed, and you planned on lazing around with it on during your spare time.

A small living room arrangement was set up complete with a couch and a couple of sofa chairs. No surprise that Tom left a note saying you could have as many treats in the mini fridge as you wanted. Don’t mind if I do, Thomas.

The best part about the room as that you had a balcony view. As you stepped outside, you let out a whistle. It truly was a sight to behold. You glanced around taking in the sight of famous Vegas landmarks. The hotel included two chairs and a lounge couch on the balcony for your viewing pleasure. Not too shabby.

You spent the afternoon relaxing with Emma before the two of you got ready for the party. Even while Tom insisted on getting the group bottle service at the club, you didn’t want to go into the party completely sober. So you and your best friend lightly pregamed in preparation. Emma classily sipped on champagne while you occasionally chugged the most expensive bottle of wine the hotel offered. And while she didn’t approve of your plan of hooking up, Emma made sure to perfect your makeup and hair for you.

As the sun set and the city lights twinkled throughout the strip, the three of you headed up to the party. No surprise that your group was able to cut the line and quickly enter the club. Perks of having a famous friend.The loud music blared as Emma held onto your hand, not wanting to lose you in the crowd. Even with its exclusivity, so many bodies packed into the venue. Not that you were particularly bothered. The alcohol had kicked in and you felt completely relaxed.

It wasn’t until you heard Tom shouting out his best friend’s name that your mouth turned slightly downwards.

You hadn’t seen Harrison since that night, and you hadn’t been sure if you wanted to. What were you supposed to say? “Thanks for taking care of me before completely disappearing off my radar?” Hell no.

Swiveling around, you followed Emma as the two of you approached Tom and Harrison. No surprise that Harrison looked amazing wearing a crisp, dark shirt with the top couple buttons unfastened. When didn’t he look hot? You tried your best to pull yourself out of these thoughts. No. Absolutely not. You were not going to ever admit that he looked good again. These were the type of romantic thoughts that you wanted to avoid.

Harrison pulled Emma in for a hug and once he released her, he simply smiled and nodded at you. It was as if nothing happened at all.

You wondered if Harrison eventually told Tom about that night. A couple days after the incident, Tom persistently bugged you about why you left early during his party, curious about what transpired. And when he found out you supposedly had a new boyfriend, he tried to ask about Steven. A tiny part of him was sad you hadn’t progressed with Harrison, but he was mostly excited about you finally finding someone. Or so he thought.

It of course wasn’t his fault. He didn't know any better. So you told him how you were still single and choked out a fake laugh. Tom regretted asking, and both of you wished that the conversation never happened.

“Oh, look! There’s Greg!” Emma excitedly pointed out, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t sure who she was referring to though her boyfriend did.

“We should go say hi!” Tom suggested as he took Emma’s hand in his.

“I don’t know who Greg is” you announced in a drunken haze, but it didn’t matter as you were pulled along. Greg was a nice enough fellow, but you found yourself bored with the conversation. Who cared about the formulation of publicity? Definitely not you. So you let go of Emma’s hand and made your way to the bar.

You ordered a cranberry vodka and put it on Tom's tab, sipping slowly through a straw as you looked into the crowd. It seemed like everyone was either on the dance floor or mingling amongst one another.

“Can I get a Guiness, mate?” a familiar voice asked behind you. Turning slightly, you bit down on the straw as you realized it was Harrison. He slipped his card to the bartender before thanking him and taking a swig of his beer. Feeling your gaze, he turned your way. “What?” His tone wasn’t aggressive or irritated; it was simply curious.

“What?” you mimicked him, though you found yourself sounding defensive.

“You’re staring, Lil Skunk. Just wanted to know what’s up with that.” It was harmless enough, but the comment caught you off guard.

The alcohol let your honesty flow out. “Surprised you don’t have some girl draped all over you, Lil Shit.”

He turned away from you, taking another sip. “Just keeping my options open.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” You shook your head as you walked away, not noticing Harrison carefully watching you.

Throughout the rest of the night you stuck near Tom and Emma’s side. You spent a bit of time on the dance floor enjoying yourself with some brunette before Emma yanked you away when she felt he was getting too handsy with you. You informed her that it was the point of letting him grind up on you, but it was too late to get him back. And as midnight approached, you realized that people were beginning to scramble around.

Flirting was at an all time high, people claiming others with hand holding or draping their arms around one another. Everyone was trying to pair off before the countdown.

Who cares? That was what you kept repeating in your head. You hadn’t kissed anyone last year on New Year’s Eve, so why worry about it this year? Who cares? It wasn’t going to affect your life in any significant way possible. So who cares?

Fuck. You kinda cared.

You didn’t want to start off the new year alone. You didn’t want to have that tinge of jealousy about how adorable Tom and Emma looked or wish that you could have the same rapport with someone the same way Kimberly and Sarah did. And even if it was just a stranger that you made out with, at least you were putting yourself out there for once.

All you needed to do was be completely carefree like you wanted. The plan was easy enough. You just had to do was kiss someone. Anyone.

Except you didn’t particularly want to do it the same way strangers in the club were doing. This wasn’t supposed to be a grab and go scenario. It had to be someone you at least knew. You pondered if Greg could be a viable choice, but the idea was dismissed once you looked around and spotted Greg holding on to the waist of a blonde. Thanks for nothing, Greg.

There’s always Harrison. The idea whispered in the back of your mind, reminding you it was a possibility. You didn’t like that small voice, but at the moment it wasn’t wrong.

What was the worst that could happen? Well he could say no or shove you off. But rejection was something you were used to. It was worth a shot, and you had enough bravery in your system right at that moment.

So you threw back the last of your drink before slamming it on a table. The search for Harrison was on. As the DJ shouted that only a minute remained, you dashed around trying to find him. C’mon c'mon. The one time you wanted to actually see him, and you were struggling harder than ever.

“Thirty seconds, folks!” the DJ announced right as you spotted Harrison. You began pushing through the crowd, muttering “excuse me” and “coming through”. The liquid courage cheered you on, telling you to do the unthinkable. And with only a couple seconds to spare, you were glad yet surprised that no girls surrounded him.

Three!

“Osterfield!”

Two!

“Hmm?” he turned around to the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow. You felt the warmth from the alcohol encouraging you. It was now or never. You quickened your pace, rushing over to Harrison.

One!

You grabbed his face and pulled the boy in towards you. Your lips crashed against his, eyes squeezing shut. And just as you were about to release him, you felt his arms wrap around your waist pulling you in. The kiss continued and only broke off when you needed air.

Breathing heavily, you looked at the Brit. He scanned your face, looking for something; you weren’t sure what. Only seconds later did his lips reconnect with yours. It was an overwhelming sensation, his hands roaming all over your body while he began to kiss your neck. As he trailed down, you heard yourself let out a low moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck” he hissed and you opened your eyes to take in the sight of disheveled Harrison, lips swollen. Despite the loud celebration going on all around, you focused on him. Only him. He looked at you expectantly, swallowing nervously. You pulled out of his embrace and for a second he looked disappointed. It wasn’t until you took his hand in yours that he broke out into a small smile. Even with the chaos surrounding, you pushed through the crowd and led him to the elevators.

Despite the alcohol in your system, you started to feel your nerves on edge. Your heart was pounding so loud that you paid no mind to the drunken shouts around the lobby. All you could hear was your own heart thumping and eventually the ‘ding’ of the elevator.

The two of you surprisingly were the only two in the lift. It made you even more nervous, with nothing to distract you from the boy still holding your hand tightly.

When you stopped at your room, you let go of his hand to find your key card. There wasn't much in your bag yet you fumbled with the miscellaneous items, unable to find the pass. You knew you had it, but your hands shook from the jitters in your stomach. Where had you put it? It was embarrassing enough that you threw yourself at him, but now you couldn’t even properly hook up? How to hook up 101: be more prepared than this mess.

He placed his hand on yours and when you looked up at him, he just smiled and nodded his head towards the right. Oh. Of course Tom got his best friend a room as well. Obviously. Harrison took your hand and guided you towards his room only a couple doors down. And even though his room wasn’t far, you liked that he intertwined his fingers with yours. He scanned his key card, letting you into the room but keeping his hand locked with yours.

His room was similar to yours except a couple of decoration details. When you turned to tell him that, he caught you off guard by kissing you immediately. He let the door shut by itself, continuously kissing you until you found yourself backed up against the wall. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you felt him grinning into your kisses.

He took this as approval to lean in closer, hands beginning to wander. This was all unfamiliar territory, and he had every intention of exploring all of you.  

You whimpered at his touch, unused to this sensation. But when his hand cupped your breast, you found your body tensing up.

He pulled away, frantically glancing at you. His hands immediately moved from your body. “Sorry, is this-I didn’t mean to-” Harrison apologized, clearly concerned about your wellbeing.

You shook your head and apologized to him, wishing that you could’ve played it cool instead of tensing up. You reminded yourself that you wanted to be casual and carefree. So why were you panicking?  

“We don’t- We don’t have...If you don’t want this, tell me and we can stop” he reminded you.

And there it was. Harrison in all his soft glory was concerned about you more than you ever expected. It was those blue eyes staring down at you, hoping for a yes but knowing he wouldn’t do anything if you said no. There was something about him in that moment that had you understanding why you couldn’t get him off your mind.

So you cupped his face gently in your hands and softly kissed him. When you pulled away, there were those ocean eyes still asking for permission, waiting for you to voice your answer. “I want this” you confirmed as you nodded your head. He closed his eyes for a second, as if to savor the moment, before he smiled and pressed his lips against yours once more.  

Your reply was all he needed to understand he could continue. He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He continued kissing you, one hand around your waist while the other gripped your ass tight until he got to the bed. He laid you down gently before peppering kisses along your jaw. Your eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of him showering you with affection. When he stopped, they opened to see Harrison unbuttoning his shirt. He discarded it to the side, and your breath hitched.

It was as if Harrison was nothing short of magic, gazing down on you as if you were the only person in the world that mattered. Without thinking, you hands pressed against his chest in awe. You had seen his abs before but not this way.

You blushed upon realizing what you did, pulling your hands back. He chuckled and took them in his as if to say it was alright. He kissed both palms before hovering above your body.

You heart raced as he slowly trailed kisses down your chest. As he moved down, he kept one hand on your breast as he gently massaged it. Hearing you moan out to his touch, he began caressing it rougher. “Do you like that?” Of course he knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you. All you could do was nod in response.

He pushed up the hem of your dress and you could feel his warm breath on your legs. You shivered as he kissed your inner thighs, taking his time with you. He sucked on your skin knowing this would leave marks, and you bit down on your lip. “Are you mine, love?” he asked before nipping at your skin once more. This time a nod wasn’t enough for him. He looked up at you expectantly, a cheeky smile on his face. You managed to croak out a yes, to which he praised you for being such a good girl for him. You bit down harder as you felt him tug off your underwear.

Your heartbeat stilled for a moment, feeling his breath on your core. As his tongue licked along your slit, you let out a short gasp. He seemed to revel in your reaction, pushing his tongue into you and getting a proper taste.

This wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to satisfy every part of your inner desires. Starting off with one finger, he slowly inserted it inside you as your walls tightened. He began pushing in and out, causing you to grip his hair. You heard him mutter how amazing you were, how he couldn’t get enough. He slipped in another finger and proceeded to speed up his pace. He added his tongue, circling it along your folds.

You couldn’t help but squirm as he sucked on your clit, getting off on watching you become a mess. His voice murmured for you to behave for him, be a good girl. Yet it was difficult for you to focus with his fingers pumping in and out of you so vigorously. You moaned out his name, and something about it triggered him intensely. He gripped your hip tightly as he licked your folds dipping in and out as your breathing became more rugged.

“Are you gonna come for me, darling?” he coaxed, curling his fingers inside of you. You cried out his name once more, gripping his hair as he continued to tease you. Your toes curled as you could feel it coming. He pumped his fingers into you faster, hitting your g-spot repeatedly until at last you found your release. Letting go of your grip on his hair you whimpered as the rhythm of his fingers slowed, letting you ride out your orgasm.

He wasn’t done with you yet. As he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his pants, you followed suit. You pushed off your heels and shimmied out of your dress, tossing it aside without thought. All you cared about was Harrison who wandered towards the night stand where he pulled out a condom packet. He let his boxers drop to the ground, and you found yourself sinking further into the bed upon looking at this length.

Harrison rolled the condom over his girth, tossing the package to the side. Your heartbeat sped up as he hovered above you once more. He paused, taking in your nervous expression. He ran his hand along your cheek, and you leaned into his touch; it was as if to say you were ready. He smiled as he placed a kiss upon your forehead.

Without a word, he gestured for you to lie back down as he positioned himself. He teased your entrance, rubbing his member against your folds. You whimpered, eager for his cock. He slid into you when you mewled out a please, unable to contain himself any longer.

He thrust into you slowly at first, groaning at your tightness. Despite cumming earlier, you weren’t prepared for his size. As your body began to relax, Harrison picked up his pacing pushing his cock in faster. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, grunting deeply with every thrust. His touch was becoming rougher, yet you craved more. Your nails clawed his back as he pounded into you while cursing out praises.

“Fuck, baby, you’re amazing” he hissed as he sucked on your neck. He would change up the pace, slowly pulling out of you before thrusting in you quickly causing you to utter out expletives with how good he was. He showed no signs of slowing down, and you understood how much of a difference it truly made to have someone who knew exactly what they were doing. You gently panted, toes curling again as he hoisted one of your legs up. You could feel yourself reaching climax and with a final thrust, you seem to fall to pieces. “Fuck, Harrison” you moaned. He grunted as he came, elbow propping to keep himself up. He slowly pulled out of you and tied off the condom, tossing it into the nearby waste basket.

You laid there breathing heavily as Harrison rolled over to the right and onto his side. You heard him murmur your name, and you slowly turned towards him. Harrison eyed your hand as he begun moving his own. He gently tapped each finger along the mattress, slowly inching his hand towards yours. He paused and looked you in the eyes, almost as if asking permission. You nodded your head and he gently took your hand in his. As he rubbed your palm with his thumb, you studied his face.

He smiled at you, shy and nervous. This wasn’t the Harrison you were used to. This boyish charm was making you melt that you couldn’t help but brush you lips against his. When you pulled away, you heard him ruggedly mutter “no” before kissing you once again.

So this was why girls kept coming back to Harrison. It was the rough yet tender moments that left you wanting more. Even now you weren’t sure if anyone else would ever compare.

And you didn’t want to let go of this moment. This Harrison - the one who kissed your nose and laughed as you scrunched your face - this was the Harrison you so desperately wanted to keep forever. It was this Harrison who held you tightly and pressed his lips against your shoulder that you adored. You weren’t sure you could ever give up of this sensation.

“What?” you asked nervously as the two of you rested next to one another. Harrison propped himself up with his back on the headboard, looking down at you.

He studied your face, making you feel self-conscious. Had your makeup smeared? Did you not look as great as before? Worries filled your head, anxious of what faults he could find. The next thing you knew his hand was gently tracing your features, smiling as it settled on your cheek. “It’s nothing. I’m just...I like it here with you, love” he reassured you.

Your breath hitched hearing your favorite nickname, and you were once again swept up in the moment. How could you not be? You sat up and straddled his lap, kissing him deeply.

“Say it again.” You couldn’t get enough of his voice calling out that nickname as if you were the only person who mattered.

“What? Addicted to me now?” You rolled your eyes as he let out a chuckle. “I like it here with you, love” he repeated. “I like all of this. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, darling.” It caused your heart to swell, bursting out into a wide grin before kissing him roughly. And with fervor eagerness, he pulled you in close ready to explore your body once more.

Even with Harrison laying beside you, it still felt unreal. You could touch his soft face and felt his arm draped around your waist, but you kept having to remind yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

So you got your wish of hooking up with someone for New Years Eve. You managed to do it with Harrison of all people. You wanted this. You really did. But not this way.

You knew Harrison. You knew the beautiful women who practically threw themselves at him only to be relegated to a one night stand or referred to as “just a friend”. You knew how he would give them his attention, but they were never capable of becoming his. And now you understood why some of them were satisfied with just being a fling.

And you knew yourself. You knew how much of an idiot you could be around men, how easily you gave away your heart in hopes of finding romance. Just a bit of affection and you were putty in their hands.

You wanted someone to be all in with you. As much as you wanted a carefree attitude about relationships, it would never happen. You craved love and the idea of someone being so infatuated with you that they couldn’t get enough. And as much as you wished the impossible, you knew it wouldn’t be with Harrison. What occurred in the bedroom was nothing short of spectacular, but it wasn’t going to last outside of it like you hoped.

Hearing him lightly snore, you slowly slipped out of the covers. It took all of your strength to ignore the feeling of staying in bed when you felt his arm slightly tighten around you. You sucked in your breath, waiting until his grip softened and then slid out of the bed. Slowly you tiptoed around as you collected your clothing and put them on. Checking your purse, you managed to find your key card before taking one last glance back at Harrison.

He looked so peaceful, arm still sprawled out in the spot where you once rested. You would’ve given anything for him to wake up and tell you to stay. But he was sound asleep lost in his dreams.

You couldn’t help but tiptoe back to his side once more, pressing a kiss against his messy hair. Hearing him mumble your name as he smiled in his sleep almost convinced you to stay.

Almost.

Instead you shuffled away and back to the entryway of his room. You slowly opened the door to decrease the sound of creaking before gently pulling the door behind you. And as you walked back to your room, you wondered if Harrison would ever settle down. Would he ever find someone he liked enough that he wouldn’t think of anyone else besides her? Did you want to be that person? ...Maybe.

As you entered your room, the excitement of having a spacious place to yourself was gone. Instead you just felt lonely. There was no one to enjoy the balcony view with, no one to eat snacks with, and no one to watch late night television with you. You threw your heels to the side before changing out of your clothes and into pajamas. Yanking the bed sheets from their tucked corners so you could get comfortable, you nestled underneath the covers letting the plethora of pillows surround you.

You wondered if Harrison was still peacefully sleeping or if he noticed that you left already. Would he question where you went or if you planned on coming back? Or would he be relieved he didn’t need to kick you out of his room like the rest of his female companions?

And as drowsiness crept in, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for the two of you. Would he look at you the same way - still just Lil Skunk - or would he view you with newly discovered amazement in his eyes that he had in the bedroom? You wanted the latter, for him to look at you the way he looked at you all night. But then again, you knew that was wishful thinking.

tags list: @sleepybesson, @tomhaz | @almostrosadiazz, @bbk8lin, @blackstarryroses, @butithasntkilledyouyet, @chims-kookies, @choke-me-sweet-pea, @highladyjel, @hollandhearts, @kateelyse96, @mylifesucksbuthereiam, @otheenglishsetters, @sadnoelle, @sarcasticvodka, @sleepwalkingdragon, @soccerstud004, @spider-mendes, @thefallenbibliophilequote ( if your username is in bold, for some reason tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you normally?? ) | @strwwberrymilk ( lemme know if you want to stay on the tags list? )

part seven

[bethesdaglitch]

1-70 do em all! 😁💙

I’m seriously so sorry this took so long, but it was so much fun!! thank you!!! Also it’s super long so I’m gonna put it under a readmore!

1. First game you played obsessively?

Jak & Daxter! 2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc.Lmao I’m not exactly a creative person, but when I was little I tried coming up with and drawing my own pokemon. They were… bad3. Who did you play with as a kid?My brother! At first I stole his Gameboy Color whenever he wasn’t using it, but then he saved up and bought a PS2 so we could play games together4. Who do you play with now?No one really lol. I kinda prefer to play single-player games now? But I’ll play with various friends when we hang out.5. Ever use cheat codes?When I was little, yeah! Especially in the Sly Raccoon games 6. Ever buy strategy guides?Before the age of unlimited free online strategy guides I did, now I just use said online ones7. Any games you have multiple copies of?Yep, I’ve “lost” games only to find them again after replacing them like… four times? It happened with Oblivion, Fable 3, DA: Origins, and, weirdly enough, that one obscure (but fun imo!) wii game, Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the Moon8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection?This one was hard! After a teeny bit of research, I narrowed it down to either Rule of Rose, LoZ Collector’s Edition on Gamecube, and pokemon red and yellow9. Most regrettable purchase?Hhhhhhhh I bought the video game for the 2006 Dreamworks movie Over the Hedge. I was only 12, but I still should’ve known better :(10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours?I’ve gone to a few midnight releases, but none that have lasted for hours, luckily. I only started going to them in the last few years, so the only ones I’ve been to so far are Fallout 4, DA:I and uh… ME:A (I KNOW)11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games?Nah not really, I don’t play online games, so. I have friends who play video games, but I’ve never met someone BECAUSE of video games12. Ever get picked on for liking games?Lol no?13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has?Overwatch14. Favorite game music?NIER, hands down. 15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick?Probably something cute and harmless like the leaf from Animal Crossing lol16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL?Lately we’ve been really into Towerfall: Ascension and Screencheat17. Ever lose a friend over a game?Wh—no????18. Would you date someone that hates gaming?So long as they didn’t try to “forbid” me from playing and so long as we had other interests to bond over, then sure. It’d be kind of a bummer though lol19. Favorite handheld console?Idk that I have one! Maybe the Switch, since that’s the most recent and popular?20. Game that you know like the back of your hand?Silent Hill 3 and DA:I21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now?The Civilization games22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories?Sometimes, yeah. Nothing too embarrassing, though. 23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into?What, like… ever?? Geez, I dunno… probably Oblivion?24. First Pokemon game?Yellow!25. Were you ever an arcade game player?I actually wasn’t really :/26. Ever form any gaming rivalries?Oh yeah, with my brother. He’s 6 years older than me, which pretty much guaranteed I got my ass kicked in every game we played when I was younger27. Game that makes you rage?Bloodborne and Dark Souls!!!!!! I swear I try to go back and play them at least once a year, and I can never get past the first hour :(28. Ever play in a tournament?Not like an official one, but ones with friends, yep29. What is your gaming set up?Imma be real with you chief I don’t know nearly enough about computers to answer this question with anything other than “a computer”30. How many consoles do you own?Ohohoho far too many31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches?I’ve never had the 3D slider up long enough to tell, but that probably means yes lol32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic?BOY when I was in first grade I played Spongebob: Supersponge on Gameboy advance so much I STILL remember the password that lets you skip to the final stage (it’s WMBT) 33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games?nah 34. Do either of your parents play video games?PFFF GOD NO. Although my mom does love Animal Crossing. Not playing it, but just like it’s whole deal. 35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop?No and no, tbh36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game?I… don’t think so? Maybe I’ve cried over a game, but blood?? Put the controller down, y’all37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination?NO NO NO OVER THE HEDGE (2006) FOR THE PS2 IS THE SINGLE WORST GAME EVER MADE FIGHT ME ON THIS38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like?Oh lord… idk if anyone’s ever played any of Ambition’s dating sims (Dream Girlfriend, Dream Boyfriend, Animal Boyfriend, and Moe Can Change) but I’ve literally been playing them for about… 5-ish years now? They’re seriously the worst, I fucking love them 39. A sequel that you would die for them to make?Hmm… Maybe a new Kingdoms of Amalur game would be cool? 40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls?I love VR but the last time I tried it at a friend’s place I fucking faceplanted after leaning on a counter I forgot was also virtual and the first thing my friend asked was whether the headset was ok, so that stung. As for motion controls, they’re fun but they can be a real pain41. A genre that you just can’t get into?Sports games 42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness?The path to what43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else?Oh yeah, who hasn’t?44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters?Idk if this counts but I am a MASTER at the claw machine and that stacker game. My closet is full of useless shit I’ve won from those things45. How are you at Mario Kart?OH SO FUCKING GOOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon?yesssss I love them47. Do you like competitive games?I mean like I said, I mostly prefer single-player games, but I do enjoy the occasional co-op game48. How long does it take your to customize your player character?about an hour49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character?I actually don’t! If it’s a game I’m not confident I’ll be good at, I pick whichever class is recommended for beginners, and that changes from game to game. Alternatively, I just go through phases where I prefer a specific class above others 50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create?Christ I have no idea. Maybe a first-person escape game? idk51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep?NO?? DAMN ARE Y’ALL OK????52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid?Literally any M game; my parents were strictly “No M games until you’re old enough!” I just got my brother to buy them most of the time though lol53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days?Most DLC is fine, it’s microtransactions in “pay-to-win” games that I fucking hate. 54. Do you give in to Steam sales?HAHAHAHAHA yeah absolutely 55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them?N-No??? 56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests?Ok yeah I did do that 57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements?Ew no58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick?Ooooh… ok, Oblivion, My Time in Portia, and Divinity 259. Do you play any cell phone games?I do! I play a lot of escape games, and uh… the Ambition games mentioned previously60. Do you know the Konami Code?Is that the up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right-B-A? Huh, I never knew it had a name!61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever?I used to trade them in occasionally, but mostly I keep them 62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game?Yeah the Switch for BotW. Not proud of it, but it was worth it63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? nah64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming?Yep! 65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file?OHHHH MY GOD YEAH, I’M STILL FUCKING PISSED ABOUT IT. I had GameShark for Gameboy and PS2, but that one was fine, it didn’t cause any problems. It was ACTION FUCKING REPLAY that fucked me over. I used it for KH2 and it worked the whole time until literally THE VERY LAST XEMNAS FIGHT, when my HP bar suddenly dropped to 1??? Not my HP, mind you, the HP BAR. Meaning 1 HP was the most I could have. Literally fuck action replay >:( 66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it?nope67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share?I do! The very first thing I ever saved up money for to buy myself was Pokemon Crystal version. Until then I’d just been borrowing (re:stealing) my brother’s, but when I was 5 and Crystal was about to come out, my parents made me a deal that if I saved up $15, they’d pay the other $15 and I could get it! It was the first time I was working towards a fun goal, so it was all pretty exciting for 5-year-old me lol. It’s dumb, I know, but it’s something I look back on fondly68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool?Lol nah, I think the best thing I ever got with tickets was a cheap snowglobe 69. In your opinion, best game ever made? UHHHH GOD. That’s… super tough. I’m genuinely not sure I have an answer tbh. I’m really into Divinity 2 right now but best game ever made?? Idk! that’s a hard one!!!! 70. Very first game you ever beat? I won’t lie, it was Spongebob: Supersponge on GBA

[talkurtalk]

Hi here have a rant because I’m emotional in this Chili’s tonight:

It’s been a long, rough ride these past 16 months for me. Yes, I mean the entirety of 2017 and the beginning of 2018. My life’s been a rollercoaster of emotions and events that I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but I’ve gotten through it and now I’m hopeful for the future largely in part to one Miss Taylor Swift.

Firstly there’s the fact that I’m a sophomore (soon to be junior) in high school, and as anyone who is/has ever been a sophomore (soon to be junior) in high school will tell you: that is never easy on its own. I’m switching to a different school for next year because the school I’m at now just wasn’t working out. I’ve met some absolutely wonderful people, but the stress of always being too smart or not smart enough, or too good or not good enough has taken its toll. As anyone who’s ever met me could tell you; I don’t do molds, labels, or boxes, and when you live in a small farm town in the middle of the USA, you’re expected to fit into a mold, label, and box. Overall I guess I’m just glad that this chapter in my life is ending, even though I’ll definitely miss seeing some of my friends’ faces every day. Here’s to my new school being better, as they claim to be.

Next, things get a bit more emotional... so brace yourselves. I don’t like to talk about this with people face to face, in fact I refuse to talk about it, so what’s my solution? Put it on the internet for a bunch of strangers to read. Because logic. And because eventually I’ll tie everything in to involve Taylor Swift, like most everything I say, because I have a HUGE thank you to put into words.

Approximately 9 years ago my mother was diagnosed with a terminal cancer called Carcinoid Cancer. I don’t know exactly how long they predicted she would live, but I just knew that there was no curing it, only treating it and keeping it under control for as long as possible. (After all I was 7 or 8, so I really didn’t fully understand what was happening at the time, just that my mom had cancer). I never had a great relationship with my mother, and some of the fault was definitely mine, because I was a snotty little pre-teen for 5 of those 9 years who was going through the “oh my god mom, stop embarrassing me” phase. Every day I really wish I would’ve stopped and realized how wonderful my mother was before now, but I can’t go back and undo things, and frankly I’m still trying to get to the point where I can be okay with that, but It’ll just take some time. 

I’ll admit I don’t really want to share many details about how things progressed over those 9 years, I apologize for that, but it just makes me a bit uncomfortable to talk about. Just know that things progressively got worse, as they do with terminal diseases. 

My mother was admitted to the hospital on August 24, 2017 after the second time last year that her liver basically shut down because of the cancer. (The first was in January, but she had seemed alright after that) My dad had been out of town on a business trip, so I ended up spending the  majority of the night at the hospital with my mom and some close family friends (I don’t have any siblings and our closest biological family lives halfway across the country). He flew in right away and got to the hospital at 3 in the morning on August 25. 

My mom spent the next full day in the hospital, then the next night and was released the morning after that. To put it frankly, she had been alert enough in the hospital to tell us that she wanted to be at home for her end. The weekend of August 26th and 27th, my dad and I stayed home with my mom and had multiple of hers and our friends stop by. I went to bed that Sunday night expecting to go to school like normal the next day, and well, let’s just say when I expect things to be normal, weird shit happens.

My dad woke me up at 6:45 am on Monday August 28 to tell me that my mom had passed away. See, I’ve never been good at handling my emotions, so I didn’t cry right away, but I just kind of hugged him while he cried. There were PLENTY of tears from me in the following months- and I am so grateful for my dad for being there for me during the really bad days I had.

For any of you swities with really good memories, you’ll recall that at midnight on the night of August 24 Look What You Made Me Do was released. While it might seem like the absolute opposite of a comforting song in my situation, I really, truly think that it helped me get through that weekend more than anything else. At that time it was just so amazing to hear something new from Taylor, the person who I have looked up to for so long, and to have it be something so different. Plus, it’s the perfect angry song, and I’ll have you know that I was pretty angry at the universe during and after that weekend. I still am, but to a lesser degree. 

As the next single was released (...Ready For It?), and then the entirety of reputation, I discovered this new album and this new Taylor who had risen up from the dead proud, fierce, and happier than she’s ever been. This new Taylor who was a survivor, a real human person, and a goddess all at the same time. 

One of the few things that I allowed my mother and I to have a common interest in was Taylor Swift. (Yes, I actually didn’t allow myself to like things that I love because my mother liked them. I was a horrible little pre-teen to others as well as myself). I was pretty late to the swiftie party, as I really started listening to and enjoying Taylor’s music when I first listened to Red in 2012, but when 1989 came out I was full-on obsessed. My mom really liked the album too and was glad that Taylor was my biggest role model over some of the other celebrities that she didn’t really care for. My mom and dad surprised me with tickets to the 1989 tour stop in Denver, and I cannot tell you how excited and happy I was. My mom didn’t end up going with me, because she’s never been a huge fan of arena concerts, but she was always down to watch the 1989 World Tour Live video with me when we had Apple Music for a year or so. 

I guess my point is that reputation is really important to me because of its timing and overall message. Taylor is doing better than she ever was- she survived the fires and floods of the past few years and has grown stronger because of what she’s been through. If she can survive and thrive after all of that, I can too. And, when it comes to timing, there was possibly no better time for me that this album could’ve been announced and released. I honestly could not tell you where I would be today without @taylorswift and reputation. 

You empowered me to keep going Tay, and I am eternally grateful to you for that. You were one of the only connections between my mother and I as well, and in a way you still are. I can’t think of any of your songs without thinking of how excited or exasperated my mom’s reaction was when I played it for the millionth time. Or about how she would sing along ridiculously to Shake It Off and How You Get The Girl and All You Had To Do Was Stay, and I would roll my eyes and be embarrassed, but it was some of the best times I had with her.

On a more light-hearted note, it has been so wonderful to see how much you’ve grown as the reputation era progresses Miss Taylor. The reason I’m writing all this up randomly on a Sunday night at almost midnight is because of how happy and grown-up you looked at the Billboard Awards tonight. I don’t know why you winning those two awards triggered all these emotions in me, but it did, so here I am writing this now. Thanks to you, I think I’m starting to heal, and I know I’ve grown, even if it’s not exactly in the ways you have. I’ve never been in love, and I’ve never had a long list of ex-lovers, but somehow I know what it feels like to be ferociously angry, happy, excited, sad and loved, and I know I have you to thank for helping me put it all into words over the years.

So, from the bottom of my heart, body, and soul,

Thank You, Taylor Swift.

@taylorswift @taylornation

[casuallydeliciousphilosopher]

Tagged by @ships-sailing-in-the-night :D 

rules: answer these 85 statements (god damn, what is this a tumblr exam?!?!?) about yourself, then tag 20 peoples

I tag: @theleafpile @kanshou87 @m0urningd0ves @adastratostar and anyone else who wants to do it becasue I’ve already annoyed too many people by tagging them lol. 

last

1. drink - green tea w/ honey

2. phone call - my boyfriend

3. text message - to my beta reader is also an awesome friend <3

4. song you listened to - Never Be The Same is playing on the radio as I type this. 

5. time you cried - oh god...like two days ago I think??? I get really emotional over little shit when I’m sleep deprived.

6. dated someone twice - I’ve never broken up with someone and gotten back into a relationship with them again...but I have broken up with someone before and then went back for a one night stand because the sex was really good...so does that count??? Idk. 

7. kissed someone & regretted it - I’ve never regretted it

8. been cheated on - Sit down, it’s storytime! My first boyfriend texted me before one of our dates once and said he head the flu so he couldn’t go out. Me, being the wonderful partner I am, decided to go to the store and buy some chicken noodle soup, and ginger ale, and cold medicine and visit him. So I get to his place, nobody answers the door so I use the hide-a-key (we’d been going out for about 6 months so I knew where to find that shit). So I’m walking upstairs and I can hear people fucking, like hardcore fucking *faster, harder, choke me daddy* that kinda shit. And I just kinda pause on the staircase and think to myself OH HELL NO!!! So I rush up to his room, throw the door open, and low and behold he’s fucking some blonde bimbo and he looks over and we make eye contact and I can see the oh shit look on his face. So I screamed something like you whore fucking bastard and threw the bag of groceries I’d gotten at him and the hot soup container broke open and splashed all over him and his side hoe and the last thing I heard as I stomped back downstairs to leave was his frantic voice yelling oh god it’s on my dick! Needless to say, I never responded to his texts after that. 

9. lost someone special - too many people. But recently I lost my grandfather earlier this month on super bowl Sunday, my whole family was there when he unexpectedly died on us. And back in October of last year, I lost a close cousin in a mass shooting, and it’s really hard to heal from that because every fucking time I turn on the TV I see that another shooting has happened. So...

10. been depressed - all the time??? Like...why do you think I’m almost never sober????

11. gotten drunk & thrown up - I drink a little too much too frequently to be honest, but I’ve never thrown up because I was drunk.

fave colors

12. dark bright blue

13. candy apple red

14. fresh grass green

the last year have you…

15. made new friends - What are friends??? I’ve made new acquaintances, and I’ve made a few online friends if those count.

16. fallen out of love - Not within the last year.

17. laughed until you cried - Yes. The last time was back during Christmas when my boyfriend was doing some stupid shit while badly singing along to some weird song that screamed snow every other second.

18. found out someone was talking about you - People talk shit, I don’t bother to keep up with it. 

19. met someone who changed you - I’ve met a lot of people who changed me, but not within the last year. 

20. found out who your friends are - I have no friends???

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - Haha! Does my boyfriend count??? Cuz otherwise it’s a hard no.

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22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in irl - Almost all of them, but they’re really only acquaintances/family members. 

23. do you have any pets - my boyfriend just surprised me with a puppy this last weekend as a belated valentines day gift. She’s perfect and I love her. Say hi to Korra, she’s a husky.

24. do you want to change your name - Yes. I want to change it to a “guys” name because gender discrimination in any STEM field is a legit thing. Also I don’t really like my given name. 

25. what did you do for your last birthday - I went to Vegas and the Grand Canyon with my boyfriend (because our birthdays are only 3 days apart so we always combine them into one celebration). Gambling, drinking, debauchery in general and then a nice relaxing weekend of hiking and sightseeing. It was pretty awesome. 

26. what time did you wake up today - 6:00am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - sleeping

28. what is something you can’t wait for - the sweet embrace of death??? Idk. 

29. what are you listening to right now - a local radio station

30. have you ever talked to a person named tom - yes! Tom was the name of the first guy I ever danced with. He was super cute, also we were both named “most likely to succeed” for our senior yearbook (Lol who the fuck picked me for that???) so we talked a little bit then when we were waiting for our photoshoot. He’s super cool. He’s an engineer at Tesla now...and here I am...wtf am I doing with my life????

31. something that’s getting on your nerves - trying to potty train the new puppy. Lord give me strength!

32. most visited website - Oh sweet fucking Jesus...please don’t do this to me...You don’t want to know my search history...But, I just pulled up a new tab on my phone and my top three are (unfortunately) PornHub, AO3, and my College Login Page...I’m gonna go hide now...

33. hair color - Brunette

34. long or short hair - Medium. It’s mid-back length. Maybe that’s long??? Idk.

35. do you have a crush on someone - my boyfriend and many fictional characters.

36. what do you like about yourself - Nothing??? There’s not a whole lot to like???

37. want any piercings? - I have all the peircings I want. I want more tattoos. 

38. blood type - Why the fuck do you want to know? AB+

39. nicknames - Dez, Dezzzy.

40. relationship status - Been in a relationship for 4 years now. He’s an asshole. But he’s my asshole. 

41. zodiac - Gemini

42. pronouns - She, Her

43. fave tv shows - Lucifer, The Magicians, iZombie, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Westworld, Avatar, 11-22-63.

44. tattoos - I need more, right now I have an Unalome on my sternum. What is an Unalome you ask? It’s my Tumblr icon. And a Buddhist symbol that represents the path to enlightenment. Yes. I am a Buddhist. 

45. right or left handed - Right handed

46. ever had surgery - Nope. 

47. piercings - Ears and Navel

48. sport - I don’t play sports. I don’t watch sports. I do autocross...but I don’t consider that to be a sport, just a hobby.

49. vacation - My boyfriend and I bought tickets to Paris for this summer! :D

50. trainers - ??? What am I missing here??? I need context. 

more general

51. eating - Again. I need context. What? Eating? Yes. I eat. I’m destroying a Snickerdoodle as I write this, crumbs cascading down onto my grimy pitiful keyboard. 

52. drinking - Whoo boy! Don’t get me started on drinking! My liver is dead and so are my emotions! :) 

53. I’m about to watch - Nothing. Because everything is on haitus. 

54. waiting for - The inevitable release of death???

55. want - CONTEXT!!! I want these questions to have some damn context!

56. get married - I’m gonna tell you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone. My parents are crazy christian religious nuts and my boyfriends parents believe in marriage later in life. But, my boyfriend and I are actually already married on paper lol. Like, we’re both happy together and we cohobitate well and we have the same goals in life so we signed some paperwork at the courthouse to get the taxbreaks mostly lol. This is the first time I’ve aver actually told anyone the truth about that. But we both agreed that our parents dont need to know, because why the fuck is it thier business?? Anwyays, we always still refer to each other as boy/girlfriend because if we slipped up in front of them then things would get ugly lol. 

57. career - I’m in school getting my Architecture degree. 

which is better

58. hugs or kisses - Hmm...it depends. I’m not exactly a big touchy feeling person. I’m gonna go with kissess. 

59. lips or eyes - Eyes. I love me some pretty eyes. 

60. shorter or taller - I’ve been with people both shorter and taller than me, and they both have their advantages and disadvantages. Taller people can reach the top shelves of cabnites and grocery stores, but you have to lean onto your tiptoes everytime you want a kiss. Shorter people are nice because you get to card your fingers through their hair and cup their cheek/jaw, while they have can really only wrap their hands behind your neck. Hmm...idk. I have no preferance. 

61. older or younger - People or in general or like romantic partners? I like people of all ages lol. But like, romantically, I’d have to go with older. 

62. nice arms or stomach - Hmm. Arms. You see a persons arms way more often then their stomachs. 

63. hookup or relationship - I’ve done both. And it depends on the person wether or not a hookup or relationship is better. Hookups are for lust, relationships are for when you actually invest on an emotional level. 

64. troublemaker or hesitant - Hmm...I can say that troublemakers will bring drama. I like hesitant. 

have you ever

65. kissed a stranger - Aquiantances yes. But not a stranger. 

66. drank hard liquor - Why is this even a question??? I’m not even sure I can function without hard liquor anymore. 

67. lost glasses - I don’t have glasses. 

68. turned someone down - Yep. Never date someone just to spare their feelings, you’ll just hurt them more down the line. 

69. sex on the first date - I have. Sex is fun. 

70. broken someone’s heart - I try not to but I probably have. 

71. had your heart broken - Obviously. 

72. been arrested - Nope. I was always the one who did the arresting. 

73. cried when someone died - How can you not cry when you watch someone die in front of you? Like? What kind of cold boded robotic motherfucker must you be??? People who feel no emotion while watching that kind of thing scare me, run away, that’s a fucking serial killer. 

74. fallen for a friend - Yep. It can be hard not to. 

do you believe in

75. yourself - I believe in my ability to drink one bottle of tequilla a night, and my ability to hit a moving target from 300 meters. 

76. miracles - Nope.

77. love at first sight - Nope. Love is emotional, you don’t form emotional connections at first sight. Lust is the only thing you can form at first sight. 

78. Santa Claus - Nope. I’m not three. 

79. kiss on a first date - Isn’t that like the bare minimum for a first date??? I’ve never not kissed on a first date.

80. angels - Nope. 

other

81. best friend’s name - My bestfriend is my boyfriend. 

82. eye color - Blue

83. fave movie - At the moment, Wonder Woman. But the Lion King will always hold a special place in my heart. 

84. fave actor - Tom Ellis, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Pine, Chis Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, Hugh Jackman.

85. fave actress - Gal Gadot, Lauren German, Lesley Ann Brandt, Amiee Garcia, Hallee Berry, Mila Kunis. 

[chocobroobsession]

Fell in Love with the Girl at the Rock Show

Author’s Note: Yes, I took the title from Blink 182′s “The Rock Show”. (Coincidentally, I’ve never seen them in concert.) I had been discussing my past concert experiences with a coworker when this idea popped into my head. How would Ignis react to going to the type of concerts I go to? So this is what I came up with. I took inspiration from my own personal concert experiences and from one of my friend’s. I had several bands and concerts in mind when I wrote this, so that’s why it may seem like a weird mix of events. Ignis x fem!reader. Word count: 6500

Ignis wasn’t quite sure what to think the moment he laid his eyes on you. The Crownsguard favored the black attire of the Lucian royalty, and honestly, you looked like you could fit right in with Noctis and his group. Only, you weren’t part of their group.

He looked you over, his eyes traveling down and then back up, and gulped. Asymmetrical haircut, several studs in each ear, black eye makeup, a choker, some sort of t-shirt with nonsense written on it, dark skinny jeans, and leather motorcycle boots was all he saw at first. You looked like you fit in with Noctis and Prompto, alright. He felt almost slightly intimidated by your intense stare, but once his eyes met yours, he was deeply smitten. Your eyes bore into his and he suddenly appreciated the beauty beyond the interesting wardrobe.

Ignis had been walking around Insomnia with Noctis, Gladio, and Prompto in search of a diner. Ignis had insisted on cooking for the group, but Noctis wouldn’t hear of it. Tonight was about relaxing and enjoying the summer night. They had almost made it to the restaurant when Prompto spied you walking in their direction up ahead.

“Hey, isn’t that (Y/N)?” he excitedly nodded in your direction.

Noctis turned his head and blinked. “Oh yeah, I think it is.”

Ignis and Gladio exchanged a look of confusion and turned back towards the younger members of the group.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How’s it going?” Prompto suddenly yelled.

You hadn’t been paying any attention to the group of men ahead of you on the sidewalk. You were too busy checking your phone, looking up concert dates. You jerked your head up as they approached, a flicker of recognition crossing your expression.

“Oh hey, Prompto! And Prince Noctis! Ha, I haven’t seen you two in years—since graduation. How’s it going?” You stashed your phone in your pocket as the group encircled you on the sidewalk.

“It’s been too long! Things are going great! We’re just heading out for some food. Wanna join us?” Prompto offered without consulting the rest of the group.

You glanced at the two tall men in your former classmates’ wake. One was large and burly and almost looked like he should be in a biker gang while the other, although dressed in dark colors adorned with skulls, looked too posh to be in the company of the other three. You saw him give you a once over, and though you assumed he was scrutinizing you, your eyes were met with a soft, curious sea of emerald. You were definitely intrigued. “Um, sure, if that’s okay with all of you? Prince Noctis?”

Noctis smiled. “How many times have I told you to drop the ‘prince’ part? Just Noctis. Sheesh, you’re as bad as when we were in high school.”

“Ah, so you all know each other from school then,” Ignis spoke up. “I’m Ignis Scientia, by the way, and this is Gladio Amicitia.” He motioned from himself to his friend and you smiled.

“I’ve heard those names before from Noctis. The advisor and the shield. It’s nice to put names to faces now. I was in the same grade as Noctis and Prompto. I had several classes with them and I sometimes ate lunch with them.”

“Yeah, and she had the best taste in music!” Prompto piped up.

Pink tinged your cheeks. “Well, I don’t know about that. But I’m glad you enjoyed what I picked out to play. I don’t know about you, but I still listen to the same type of music. I’ve expanded a bit and I listen to harder stuff as well, but I can’t say I’ve changed too much there.”

“Prompto still listens to anything and everything, but he still loves all the bands you introduced us to,” Noctis added.

Ignis had no idea what you were referring to, but he found you interesting all the same. You ate with the guys and you all chatted for hours. Ignis was surprised to know that in spite of your rocker appearance, you were part of the professional workforce.

“Looks can be deceiving, huh?” you winked at him, causing him to blush in return. You could tell he was a skeptic, but you could also tell he wasn’t one to judge based on class. Prompto was a commoner such as yourself and yet he was best friends with the crown prince of Lucis. Ignis asked about your shirt design, and you laughed and explained that it was for a band. In fact, you had recently picked it up at their concert.

“I mean, I’m a professional and all and I am used to dressing up and carrying myself with an air of eloquence and dignity, but honestly, I need an escape sometimes. That’s why I love concerts. I can be myself—let my hair down, so to speak. The music, the crowd, the atmosphere—it just gets you on this high and it lasts for weeks. I love it!” you sighed happily, thinking about all the fun you recently had at that last concert.

At the end of the evening, you were surprised when Ignis lingered while the others made their way out of the diner. He seemed to struggle internally as he fought to pick out the right words to say. You had a feeling you knew where this was going, so rather than torture him with silence you boldly asked him if he wanted to hang out sometime. Relief washed over his handsome face and the two of you exchanged digits. You had never been the type of woman to go for someone who seemed so regal and polished, but you were attracted to the prince’s advisor all the same.

One wouldn’t think that the two of you had much in common, but surprisingly you did. Dating Ignis Scientia was effortless and you couldn’t be happier. Ignis adored you and loved how passionate you were about various things in your life—your family, your friends, your job, him. And even your beloved concerts. As much as you had in common, the two of you did not share musical tastes. Ignis was used to the popular rock and pop bands the radio stations blared thanks to Prompto’s insistence that he who rides shotgun controls the radio. While the music didn’t annoy Ignis, he didn’t exactly go out of his way to listen to it on his own, either. At home, he preferred to listen to soft instrumentals while he cooked. You, on the other hand, liked to listen to music with heavier rhythms and screaming vocals he failed to understand. He thought they sounded garbled and weird. You didn’t mind, however. You could be fairly versatile when it came to music, so if anything had to be played while you were in the car with your boyfriend, you let him control the stations. You weren’t going to subject him to your tastes because as much as your similarities brought you close, your differences shaped you as well and made life with your boyfriend amusing.

After months of dating, a trial of sorts sprung up. You had attended several concerts without Ignis at this point, simply because you didn’t want to burden him with something he probably wouldn’t enjoy. You always had a friend who was eager to go with you, and Ignis wanted you to have a night out to de-stress and have fun. He even gifted you with tickets for one of those concerts himself. You had thought it was sold out, but he miraculously produced a pair for you and your friend and you couldn’t help but wonder if he somehow used his position to score your admission, but he kept his lips sealed. This time, a concert was quickly approaching and panic was setting in. You had a second ticket but no one to claim it. All of your usual concert buddies were busy or couldn’t take off work.

Ignis came over to your apartment after work and you unloaded your woes onto him. “Hmm, why not ask Prompto to go with you?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I did, but he already promised Noctis he’d go to that midnight video game release the same night!”

Ignis’s face fell. “Right. I had forgotten all about that. Noctis has several meetings to attend the following day but he insists on going to that release. I don’t know why video games and movies have to premier at midnight during the week.”

“But Ignis, it’s more fun when things come out then! You get to stay up all night and finally get the thing you’ve been waiting months for! You’re exhausted, hungry, and cranky, but getting it makes up for it!” you laughed.

He smiled warmly at you. “I suppose I see the appeal. Although I must say, your concerts occur on odd days. The weekends make sense, but a Thursday night? Do you really not have anyone else you could ask? Even Gladio?”

You snorted. “Ignis, Gladio may look like he fits in at the concerts I go to, but we both know that big softy prefers pop music to what I listen to. I guess I’ll just have to go by myself.”

“I’m sorry, darling,” Ignis patted your arm. He then thought a moment before adding, “Actually, why don’t I accompany you?”

You couldn’t hold back the cackle that escaped your throat. “Ignis, get real! You don’t even like my music! I know you’ve had combat training and you’re a strong man, but I don’t know that you could handle this!”

He pretended to be offended. “You dare say I cannot handle a simple rock concert? Darling, if there’s anything that offends me more, it’s when people underestimate me. How bad could it be? You go to these all the time. I would gladly escort you to the concert.”

“Don’t make it sound so dignified, Ignis. It’s not a ball. Just a concert. And they can be really…rough sometimes,” you snorted.

“Define ‘rough’.”

“Well…” you began, absentmindedly scratching the back of your head. “About a year ago, I was at this concert and I nearly got trampled by a crowd surge. We were so packed in there, my feet literally left the floor for a solid five minutes before I got dropped. I’ve sported several injuries after a concert before. It’s a pain in the ass to cover when I have to go to work the next day, but I’ve managed in the past. Plus most venues have bars, so you can imagine the type of people you encounter when alcohol is involved. I’ve had beer thrown on me more times than I can count! Plus other venues allow smoking so you come out reeking of cigarettes. I’m used to that by now, but I have a feeling you’ve never been in such places.”

Ignis was stunned. He hadn’t considered the concert environment before. He never saw you until the day after your concerts when you had slept it off and showered. You had indicated that the recent concerts had been rather tame compared to what you sometimes attended, and this upcoming concert had the potential to be one of the rougher ones. He wasn’t sure what he was plunging into, but he loved you and wanted to ensure your happiness. “Like I said, do not underestimate me, darling. I am going with you.”

You couldn’t help but throw your arms around your boyfriend and plant a lingering kiss on his lips. “Thank you so much, Ignis! You’re literally the best! I really hate going alone, so you’re saving me here. I really hope you’re not miserable. It could be fun, you know?”

He chuckle and pulled you into his lap. “Well, this will be an interesting venture, that’s for sure.” Though he couldn’t deny seeing you beam like that melted him, he also worried that he was in over his head.

The day of the concert arrived and you met him at his apartment. You let yourself in and was surprised to be met with an empty room. You listened intensely and noted a shuffling noise coming from his bedroom. You entered the room and suppressed a giggle at the sight of your boyfriend. He was standing in front of his closet in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and socks. He had a hand on his chin as he pondered what to wear. There were clothes strewn about the room—lying on the bed, crumpled on the floor, hanging out of drawers. Ignis was too lost in thought to notice your arrival.

You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his bare torso. He jumped at the unexpected contact. “Having trouble there, dear?” you allowed a small giggle to escape as you noted the blush spreading across his cheeks as he turned to face you, still in your arms.

“Is it really time for the concert already? I intended to be ready before you arrived!”

“I figured that. Can’t decide what to wear to your first concert?”

He bowed his head in shame. “Yes. I don’t want to stick out but I also have no idea what to put on.”

You smiled and nuzzled your face into his chiseled pecs. “Don’t stress, love. Just be yourself. Believe me, you won’t stick out. I’ve seen a variety of people at concerts and you’re nowhere near as weird as some of them.”

He rubbed his face into your hair. “Wait, are you calling me weird?”

“Maybe. But it’s okay because I’m weirder,” you laughed as you broke the embrace to browse his closet.

“But what exactly is weird for a concert, though?” he asked as you searched through his vast closet.

“Well, at this one concert, I thought I had missed some sort of memo when I walked in to find that most of the women were in lingerie. I hadn’t seen that band live before, so I wasn’t sure what their usual fans were like. For real, most of them wore the kind of outfits I reserve for the bedroom,” you explained nonchalantly.

Ignis reddened at the thought of seeing you prancing around a public concert in the lingerie set he recently purchased for you. “Oh, well, normally I am supportive of people dressing how they please, but that seems a tad out there.”

“Oh, I agree,” you replied. “It was just kinda funny. I felt like I was the odd one out in my shorts and t-shirt—like I was the one who was overdressed! There was even this one woman pulling her man around on a leash. He was wearing leather pants and a harness.”

You turned towards Ignis momentarily to gage his reaction, and you were amused to see that he wore a worried expression. “Ignis, relax! I’ve seen this main band before. The fans wear actual clothes. We’ll be fine.”

Finally discovering what you had been searching for, you held up a shirt and pants and asked, “What about these? I’ve seen you wear this outfit once. You’ll want to be comfy and wear something you don’t mind possibly getting dirty.”

“Alright, I suppose that will do,” he replied as he held out his hand to take the garments.

The two of you left his place not looking quite as mismatched as usual. You wore a low-cut black tank top, dark skinny jeans, and black high-top sneakers. You shouldn’t have been surprised to see that Ignis had never owned a pair of sneakers at any point in his life. Luckily, his boots worked out well with his black pants and grey t-shirt. He fiddled with his black leather gloves as the two of you walked towards your car.

“Nervous?” you arched an eyebrow.

“No, nervous isn’t the right word. I do not know what to anticipate. It bothers me when I cannot get a feel for what I’m getting myself into. Your stories of past concert experiences are so peculiar and varied.”

“So, the strategist can’t stand going in without a proper strategy. Makes sense,” you reasoned. “It will be fine, Iggy. Trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Bad? Happen to me? Darling, I can’t say I’m going into this with high hopes if all my combat training will go to waste and I’ll have to rely on your tiny form to protect me,” he attempted to suppress his grin but the gleam in his eyes gave him away.

“Ha, ha, very funny. I may not be trained up like you and the rest of the Crownsguard, but I can hold my own at concerts. Being short, I had to learn to fend for myself or get eaten alive. You’ll see what it’s like when we get there.”

Ignis allowed you to drive your car since he didn’t know where the venue was, plus you insisted that the part of town it was in wasn’t meant for the more upscale vehicles such as his. “You know, you’re really not putting me at ease here,” he sighed as he stared out the passenger’s side window.

“Ah, Ignis, you know how it is. I don’t feel bad coming into this part of town. Not really. All of the concert-goers walk in big clumps so we feel safe, but if you’re late getting in you don’t end up in a monitored parking lot. My friend ended up blocks away in the rain once and her car got keyed. I try to see the best in people, but there are always undesirables who take advantage of the situation. I just don’t want you to have to worry about that sort of thing.”

“For something so small, you attempt to act rather tough darling, but so far you’ve proven yourself to be quite the softie,” Ignis mused as he reached over to tousle your hair.

You shot him a sideways grin. “Yeah, well, you’ll see how it gets once we get inside. Concerts do things to people. I just hope this doesn’t scare you off or anything.”

Ignis still wasn’t sure what you meant by your seemingly ominous warnings, but if he could face someone such as Cor the Immortal in combat training, then surely he could handle this rock concert. You were able to score a spot in one of the secure parking lots by the venue and you laughed, happy that the price wasn’t too steep. Ignis was appalled at the amount of gil you shelled out, but you quickly explained you had encountered worse and that really the price was worth it and he would understand more about what you meant after the concert.

The two of you filed into the queue outside of the building and waited for nearly an hour before the doors were opened to let everyone in. You were accustomed to having to turn out your pockets and be patted down before entering, but it still bothered you every time the female security guard popped your bra in the front.

“What was that for? I understand being patted down for security measures, but popping your undergarment like that?” Ignis spoke as he placed a hand on your back as you walked through the double doors into the building.

“Eh, I don’t like that part, but it’s to make sure I didn’t smuggle anything in my bra. People do that, you know. Even after going through security, people manage to pull all sorts of ‘contraband’ items out. It’s fine though. The first time it happened it caught me off guard and I thought she was trying to cop a feel. Just wait until it gets packed inside. You get accidentally grabbed in all sorts of ways when the crowd surges.”

Never one for PDA, this bit of information worried Ignis a tad, but he gulped and followed you into the unknown. He was surprised at how quickly the place filled up, even though the two of you had been fairly close to the front of the line. He noted the building excitement in you, especially when you realized how close to the stage you were and how there weren’t too many tall people to block your view. Your comment made him self-conscious, seeing as how he was six feet tall. He glanced around, but thankfully he didn’t see any significantly shorter people behind him; he would have felt guilty for blocking their view.

After some time had passed, the opening band took the stage. The crowd went wild with people cheering, screaming, and whistling. Ignis was shocked to find the origin of one particularly loud cheer came from your mouth, but you just smiled and shrugged.

“My, you are quite the enthusiast, darling,” he grinned down at you.

You rolled your eyes and returned his smile. “What can I say? I told you, the energy in this place is ridiculous and infectious. Plus I really like these guys. I’ve never seen them live before, so I hope they sound as good now as they do on their record.”

The music started and Ignis thought his eardrums were going to burst out of his ears. It was incredibly loud when the guitarist struck his opening chord. He took note of the location of the speakers and cringed when he realized you had maneuvered the two of you right by an impressively large congregation of them. He idly wondered if he should have brought ear plugs, but it was too late now. The song started up and the crowd began moving to the rhythm. Ignis looked down to see that you moved right along with the music, jumping up and down with the beat, one hand in the air, singing along. The cacophony was nearly unbearable, but seeing that look of pure joy on your face tugged at his heartstrings.

After the first couple of songs, Ignis began to appreciate the music a little more. The songs were rather catchy, and even he found himself bobbing his head to the beat. You stole a glance at him every so often, and it warmed your heart to see that he wasn’t miserable like you feared he would be. This could turn out to be a great concert after all.

The opening band just had one more song to go, and you knew it was going to be their most popular song. Just as the bass played the intro, a mosh pit suddenly opened up beside you. You quickly grabbed Ignis by the wrist and pulled him away from the people who had jumped into the opening circle. You could barely hear the question he attempted to yell at you.

“What’s going on? What are they doing? Why are we moving?”

“Ignis, that’s a mosh pit!”

“A what?”

“A mosh pit. People get in it and jump around and dance and push. I don’t know how to describe it properly. Just watch.”

“You jump around and dance. Why don’t you want to be in that?”

It was cute how clueless Ignis was to the concert life. “Have you seen me? I’m so much smaller than those guys. Yeah, I’ve moshed before, but I’m getting older and it’s getting harder to recover from it. That, and the last time I was in one, I got hit pretty hard in the face and I nearly broke my nose. My double black eyes lasted nearly a week!”

“Goodness! That sounds awful! Perhaps we should stay back?” Ignis responded, eyes wide with concern.

Ignis put a protective arm around you and pulled you further away from the mosh pit that was quickly starting to fill with rambunctious people. You weren’t going to lie—you liked this protective side of him. Not one to linger, however, he soon dropped his arm and allowed you to jump to the beat unobstructed. The song was just moving into the chorus when you noticed a rather buff guy in a white t-shirt making his way around the outer circle of the mosh pit. You watched as he purposefully punched a girl who was standing near the edge of the pit. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips as you watched her cry out in pain and turn towards who you assumed was her boyfriend. He puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders, but the perpetrator had already moved to a different edge of the circle. You watched in horror as he danced around and punched several other women. The people in the mosh pits could be a lot to handle, but most weren’t so outwardly violent. You saw that the man was approaching your section, and you braced yourself, unsure of what was about to take place.

Prepared as you were, though, you weren’t anticipating what happened next. You had turned your head away to look at the band, only to return your gaze back to the circle where you found yourself making eye contact with the man in the white shirt. He looked you dead in the eye with an expressionless face and pulled back and landed a rather hard punch right on your bicep. You saw the punch coming, but the crowd was too packed for you to cringe away. Ignis watched it happen, as if in slow motion, unable to intervene. He had been watching how the guitarist was playing his instrument behind his head and hadn’t turned to see why you had stopped jumping until it was too late.

You cried out in pain, gripping the top of your arm. You’d been hit plenty of times at concerts, but never intentionally in such a manner. The man had punched you, no holds barred, and as tough as you tried to be, you felt a small tear escape one of your eyes. Ignis immediately leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, careful not to put pressure on your throbbing arm. His face was right against yours as he loudly spoke in your ear.

“Oh my Gods! (Y/N) are you alright? I am so sorry I was unable to stop that ruffian. Do we need to get you out of here?”

You leaned back into Ignis, already feeling comforted by his close proximity and his scent amongst the sweaty bodies surrounding you. “It’s okay, Ignis. I’ll be fine. I’ll have a bruise, for sure, but I’ll live. Besides, look, that guy is making his rounds again.”

Ignis turned his head back towards the pit and saw that you were correct. The man in question began jumping around the circle again, punching people as he went. Ignis let go of you and straightened up. He was standing behind you, so you couldn’t see what he was doing, but you could feel the tension rolling off of him. He was angry, and you wondered what he was going to do. Ignis was never one for violence, always preferring to be civilized and best people with his intellect. You respected that about him, but in that moment, you were pissed. You wanted to give that guy a taste of his own medicine. You readied your fist and waited for him to come your way. You weren’t going to fight fair. A hit to the nose should teach him not to mess with you anymore. Just as the man got beside you, you pulled back to deliver the blow, only to watch in awe as Ignis’s gloved fist shot out of nowhere, striking the guy right in the side of the head. The man doubled over, holding his head. He then turned towards Ignis, looking thoroughly offended, acting as though he had been hit unprovoked. He slowly made his way in the opposite direction, sneaking fearful glances back at Ignis.

You knew it was petty, but you couldn’t help the cackle that slipped out. “What now! Can’t take a hit? Yeah, you better walk away!” you called after him. You turned completely around to face Ignis and saw a fire in his emerald eyes. “Ignis! Wow! What was that all about?”

Ignis breathed slowly through his nostrils, calming himself down a notch, before fixing his eyes on you. That look of concern had returned and he reached up to cup your cheek. “I don’t know what came over me. You very well know I never like to resort to violence but I don’t think there was another way to get through to that man. After he punched you and ran away like a coward, I saw him going around punching other people, namely women. It is never polite to harm any person without reason, and he needed to be stopped. Besides, he hurt you; I couldn’t just let him get away with that.”

You closed your eyes and smiled, leaning into his warm leather touch. You reached up to hold his hand to your face before speaking. “I never thought I’d be saying this, but that was the sweetest thing you have ever done. I don’t know if you saw, but I was actually about to hit him and you literally beat me to the punch. I’m a bit disappointed, but grateful all the same. Thank you, Ignis. Though I must say, I’m the one feeling like a jerk here. Did you just hear me egg him on after you hit him?”

Ignis smirked. “Yes, well, you can be naughty, kitten, but considering you’re sporting an injury, I’ll look the other way just this once.”

You laughed and turned back just in time to hear the outro to the song. The band exited the stage and you turned again to chat with Ignis until the main band made their entrance. Temporarily forgetting your throbbing arm, you threw your hands in the air and let out a whoop with the rest of the crowd. You thought you had been pumped before, but nothing compared to this feeling you possessed right now. You loved this band. You had seen them before and you tried to catch a show every time they came to the area and you already knew this would be better than their last concert.

Very quickly, as you anticipated, the crowd surged forward the moment the intro to the first song filled the room. You nearly lost your balance, but you felt Ignis’s hands grab your waist and yank you back up. The crowd continued to clump together, pushing, pulling, and tugging, but this time, you had Ignis, which meant he stood his ground and kept you from being swept away or crushed against one of the men in the immediate vicinity. There was nothing worse than having your chest flattened against a sweaty stranger’s back. Ignis sensed your uneasiness at the weight of the crowd against you, but he continued to hold you in place and shove off anyone who got too close to you. It was nice to have that kind of protection for once. Once the song continued and the crowd calmed a little, he relaxed his hold on you and you began jumping.

The concert carried on with the band playing many upbeat, hard songs. As he listened, Ignis understood why you liked the band. The drummer practically ran on the double bass and he swore he felt the beat will his heart to thrum along at the quickened pace. The bassist wove intricate lines in between the chords of the backing guitarist while the lead guitarist’s hand practically flew up and down the neck as he wowed the crowd with his impossible solos. The singer was difficult to understand at first, especially with the screaming backing vocals, but after a couple of songs, Ignis could pick out the lyrics and realized just how deep they were. No wonder you adored that band so much. In the past, Ignis would have been loath to admit it, but he was genuinely enjoying himself. The music was infectious and even he found himself smiling and jumping along with you and the rest of the crowd. When the band played a ballad, he wrapped his arms around you, kissed your cheek, and swayed along with you. Seeing Ignis actually having a good time made you love him that much more.

Ignis didn’t get so caught up in the music that he missed out on your little show. He had noted during the opening band how you sang along and jumped around, but with this band, you were livelier. You knew the lyrics to every single song and you not only sang the words, but belted them out. Your face was full of expression and he enjoyed watching you more so than the band. You started out alternating between jumping with the crowd or head-banging, but soon you threw your whole body into the rhythm, dancing while you continued to sing along.

At one point, you nearly stumbled and ceased your actions and Ignis finally tore his eyes away from you to notice why. A particularly tall man, probably taller than Gladio, had moved in front of you, obstructing your view. He couldn’t help his height and you knew it, but he had shoved you aside to stand in front of you and so you couldn’t help but be annoyed. You got to the concert early to get close to the stage so you could actually view the band and here he was literally standing in your way. Ignis peered around the man and did the only thing he could think to do. He waited for the next crowd surge to step in front of you, grab your hand, and pull you forward. After doing this several times, he managed to get the two of you even closer to the stage and you could see better than before. You turned around to thank Ignis only to be met with his lips against yours, offering a lingering kiss as opposed to a peck; you were surprised, but happy all the same.

Ignis thought your smile lit up that darkened room in that moment. There was concert chaos surrounding the two of you, but all he saw was you. He was so happy to share this experience with you. You turned back to the band and the two of you jumped and head-banged, and danced the night away until the very end. At one point, Ignis dared to take out his phone and snap a few pictures for you since he knew it was hard for you to hold your phone up and jump at the same time. He even found himself chanting for an encore with the rest of the crowd and he reached up and caught you a pick when the guitarist threw his out into the crowd.

The lights came on and you saw that you were hand in hand with the strategist. Under the harsh lights, you noted that his hair had become disheveled and stuck up at rather odd angles in places and fell in others. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his glasses were slightly askew. You smiled and reached up to fix his hair. He returned the favor, tucking a stray strand back behind your ear.

You made your way to the merchandise table and bought yourself a new t-shirt with the band’s logo on it. You laughed out loud when Ignis too picked out a t-shirt for himself and then paid for both of them. You had a feeling this suave gentleman would look like a god even in a t-shirt and jeans. That was an image you didn’t want to get out of your head and couldn’t wait to witness in person.

The two of you were suddenly exhausted, but thankful you had parked close to the venue. Walking a couple of blocks would have been next to impossible in your current state. Once back in the safety of your car, you started up the engine and started to shift into reverse until Ignis’s hand on your own stopped you. You looked at your boyfriend and couldn’t deny the vast amount of adoration in his eyes.

“Darling, I had a lot of fun tonight. To be perfectly honest, I was a little apprehensive and I wasn’t sure what I had agreed to, but I really enjoyed myself. But the show those bands put on was nothing compared to the one you put on for me.”

You turned away, facing straight ahead, crimson rising to the surface of your cheeks. “What do you mean? The show I put on?”

Ignis laughed and brought your hand up to his face and kissed your knuckles. “The way you jumped and danced along. The way you sang all the lyrics. The way your face lit up when they played your favorite songs. I just found it so endearing and adorable. I am rather envious of how passionate you get. I didn’t realize music could mean so much, but the lyrics were rather emotional and deep and the music was intricate. I see now why you like going to concerts. I’m so glad I got to share this moment with you.”

“Aw, Ignis, you make it sound so poetic. It was just a rock concert. But thank you. It means the world to me that you came. I was afraid you’d hate it, but I’m really glad you had fun.”

Ignis leaned towards you and pulled you in for yet another kiss that night. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Ignis.” Intimate as the two of you had been, neither of you had exchanged those words before. Sweaty and tired as you were, you felt the moment was absolutely perfect.

As you pulled out of the parking lot, Ignis cleared his throat and bashfully requested, “So, darling, would it be alright if we listened to some of your music? I’m curious to know what other bands you have in your collection.”

“Of course, Ignis. I have music on my phone. Here, just plug it in to the aux cord and pick something,” you grinned.

The two of you listened to music all the way back to his place where he offered to let you spend the night since it was late. You had some clothes and a toothbrush over there, so you were more than fine taking him up on his offer.

The next day, Ignis texted you about how Noctis made fun of him for being exhausted at work even though Noctis himself had passed out in one of the royal council meetings due to having stayed up all night playing his new video game with Prompto. He said that even though he was pretty sure he was on his third whole pot of Ebony, he was happy he had accompanied you and even went so far as to ask when you planned on going to another concert and could he possibly tag along as well. Sleep-deprived as you were sitting at your desk, you couldn’t help but smile thinking about how a rock show managed to bring you and Ignis closer together.

[biggy-habes]

So in the last episode I dove into one of my favorite topics to discuss…hip hop. I discussed how I was introduced to it. How I would hide my rap tapes from my mom. And how I discovered the lyrical poetry of Ice Cube. I have to admit that I have not seen all of his movies. It is hard for me to watch him in Are We There Yet. I am not trying to hate on him for making them. He brought himself up from nothing to star in family friendly movies and he is cashing checks with a LOT of zeros so he has officially "made it". I just find the characters that he plays in action flicks and adult comedies much more believable. I have, however, followed his music throughout my life. As he continued to grow and develop his own sound, he started to veer much more towards funk and reggae. As Gangsta rap started to get muscled out by Braggadocious Rap (which tends to be more about stacks of money and flashy cars) Ice Cube started to evolve his music so that it could be something that could get played in the clubs and get people dancing. But he continued to maintain his hard edge and snarly lyrics.

 It has been DECADES since I have been able to get to the New York State Fair. When they released the music lineup for this year's fair, I was pretty impressed! The lovely and talented Lindsay Sterling was listed. The Roots would be making an appearance. Even Vince Neil would be rocking Syracuse. And then…right in the middle of the page…was the words ICE CUBE. I became slightly giddy. You see, the State Fair has a pretty dope deal…the musical act is included in the price of the ticket for admission. For 6 bucks I was going to get a chance to see the artist that I have idolized since I was a boy! Now who should I get to join me for an Ice Cube concert in the Cuse? Well, that would have to be my buddy Ed. Now I know that I have talked about Eddie a few times already in my previous posts. So I guess I should get into the story of how I got to know Ed.  Let's flashback to the fall of 1997 when I was living in the Mackenzie dorms at Alfred State College.

 I cannot recall the exact name of our suite, but I can remember the clowns who shared a shitter with me. We had David Allen Dalen, the RA. He was a little man from Long Island (I think. He had a douchy accent.) He was what you would call the "cool R.A." Then we had Jeremy. We did not see a lot of him. He was BFF with Jesus, and Jesus would NOT have approved of what was taking place in this suite. He loved to blast that Jars of Clay song that crossed over into the pop charts. You know…that "Lift me up….when I'm far behind." Not gonna lie, it was kinda catchy! I might pop that onto my Spotify playlist. Then we had my room. I was the only one with a roommate, because New York State was picking up most of the tab, and they wouldn't front for the single room. My roommate was this dufus named Tom Craft. I don't mind using his full name because I don't like this guy at all! He was the prototype of a country bumpkin, complete with the freckles and junior rat tail. We did not get along. In fact, our brief co-habitation ended by me getting campus security called on me for whipping a bottle of Motrin at him, thunking him in the noggin.  At the end of the hall was Ed. For the first couple of months I didn't know what to think of this guy. He would NEVER be seen except for when he was heading to the bathroom. Then he would disappear back into his room. The only interaction I would have with him would be a "Hey wuts up" when running into each other in the hall. One thing that he would do was rock some Usher! He would blare that "U Got It Bad" song! And then one day I was coming back from class and he had my doofy roommate Tom in his room kicking back in his room drinking a huge tumbler of Lipton Iced Tea Mix. With the lemon. He loved that shit! This was some weird shit that I walked into. I closed the door and just had SO MANY questions! How the hell did THIS happen? Why would anyone want to let this goober into the same room where they would sleep? (You cannot really understand unless you have met this guy but he had NO redeeming qualities.) Well, after this I figured that if this Ed character was buddy-buddy with my dork roommate then he is probably not someone that I wanted in my posse. Life is awfully funny sometimes. One night I was pulling an all-nighter. I seemed to thrive on studying under pressure. I would keep my dorm room door open because I just HAD to know what was going on around the floor. Around midnight there came a ruckus in the hallway. Drunk guys. I hear keys rattling and to my surprise it is Ed. He wore a shit eating grin and his eyes were barely open. He was followed by a football player we would later just refer to as "The Goat Man" and a burly guy named Tyson. They were cutting up as Ed fumbled for his keys, and then he turned and noticed that I was deeply engaged in my highlighting. "Oh damn. Are you studying? My bad! Hey! Guys! SHHHHH! …….He's studying!" They softly crept into his room and the door closed. I went back to the books. I had lost track of the time and at some point Ed must have left his room, because I hear him come back into the suite. He appears at my doorway and in his hands he held a box of pizza that was left over from a party that had long since wrapped up. Eddie was a bit drunk and he must have miscalculated his momentum, because as he presented his apologetic token for disturbing my study session he swung the pizza box a bit too hard. The half-hardened pizza slices landed all over my dorm room floor. The look on Eddie's face was a mixture of shock and "…oh shit…". This was soon replaced by him collapsing from heavy belly laughing. From then on Eddie and I became very close friends. He would come to rugby events with me and my buddies. I would spend hours in his dorm playing NBA Jam. After graduation we would continue to stay in touch.

 I left for the Army and he went on to get married and start a family. I drove all night from where I was stationed in Oklahoma to Syracuse, NY in order to attend his wedding.

 These days, Ed and his wife travel across the country to watch their daughter compete in dance competitions. He is full blown Dance Dad…rocking the dance team jacket and everything.

 He is an incredible father and is one of my most valued friends. I am proud of him and what he has done with his life. 

So anyways, yeah…so we went to check out Ice Cube at the State Fair. It was good to just hang out, catch up, have a beer or four, and enjoy a concert with an old friend. Ice Cube was on point, and I wont lie…I FanGurl'd just a little bit when he came out. I could tell you more about the concert, but it was more of a segue for me to introduce Ed. He's a friggin character! But we have been close for a majority of my life, and even though life can often get in the way of us spending time together, I treasure any time that I get to spend with him, his wife, and his daughter.

 To Eddie!  

[gear-project]

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Videogame QandA Survey.

Source @8bitrevolver

1. First game you played obsessively? Tetris NES / Gameboy

2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc. Legendary Wings / Guardic Gaiden / Guardian Legend / etc.

3. Who did you play with as a kid? My older sister. (She was bad at Mario games.)

4. Who do you play with now? Netplay mostly.

5. Ever use cheat codes? I am a sem-religious Hex-editor whenever I get the opportunity.

6. Ever buy strategy guides? I used to, but Art Books and Material Books are superior.

7. Any games you have multiple copies of? ...Guilty Gear.

8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection? Rarest: Final Fantasy Tactics, Most Expensive: Gundam Breaker 3 (because of DLC, but it's worth it)

9. Most regrettable purchase? Super Street Fighter IV

10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours? I've gone to them, but I never waited THAT long.  Lines were pretty short for me.

11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games? All the time.

12. Ever get picked on for liking games? In College, sure.  It's a social stigma even with my family.

13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has? Overwatch (Not real in to FPS, sorry.)

14. Favorite game music? Aside Guilty Gear, I liked songs from Sega Genesis Era (Arrow Flash).

15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick? A Gear Mark Seal (should be obvious why).

16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL? Very few IRL friends live near me... unfortunately.

17. Ever lose a friend over a game? Almost... well, they lost interest in the game at least.

18. Would you date someone that hates gaming? Not in a million years.

19. Favorite handheld console? Anything with Guilty Gear on it.

20. Game that you know like the back of your hand? Guilty Gear (any title really).

21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now? Kid Icarus (sortof), Megaman Zero to an extent.

22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories? When I can afford to.

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into? Gundam Breaker series.

24. First Pokemon game? Red (never played them much and lost interest).

25. Were you ever an arcade game player? Yes, back when the Arcade Scene still existed in my home town.

26. Ever form any gaming rivalries? Oh yes.  They're always out to fight me.  But they never win, lol.

27. Game that makes you rage? Any hardcore survival game (Dark Souls for example).

28. Ever play in a tournament? Not in any majors, but I did go to one once.

29. What is your gaming set up? 3 consoles + PC hooked up to an HDMI switchbox and an ASUS Monitor.

30. How many consoles do you own? I think close to 7, but some are retired for good.

31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches? Yes.  VR/Oculus too.

32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic? I tried a Demo of Voltron once... but it wasn't that great.

33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games? Yep... It was crap, so I don't wanna talk about it.

34. Do either of your parents play video games? Nope. Never.

35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop? Never worked there, but I used to like going to Funcoland back when it was still in business.  Now I frequent Record Head.

36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game? I sweat over my games on hot summer days... and my eyes water if I stare at a screen too long.  My controller gets greasy so I gotta clean it more often.

37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination? I was never fond of Megaman games, I just lacked the skill to play them, loved the music though.

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like? GalGun Double Peace

39. A sequel that you would die for them to make? Valkyrie Profile 3, dear lord...

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls? They can be disorienting, and they're more or less for novelty if you ask me.

41. A genre that you just can’t get into? FPS, Sports, RTS, Sims, Low-quality Indie Games

42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness? Don't insult me, I am a Gaming Connoisseur!  Joust would be the first game I ever played.

43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else? I multi-task usually.  My grades were rarely effected.

44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters? NEO GEO / Samurai Showdown III

45. How are you at Mario Kart? I rarely play.  I prefer Rollcage and Wipe-Out Pulse/HD Fury.

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon? Blehhhhhhh.... boring.

47. Do you like competitive games? To some extent, though I like Hybrid cross-genre games the most.

48. How long does it take your to customize your player character? Hours and Hours and Hours... I'm meticulous.

49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character? Depends on my mood and if I can use multiple save files.  I like pushing my boundaries.

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create? That's a secret!

51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep? All the time.

52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid? I never begged... actually I just looked at stuff in a window or kiosk and they 'got the hint'.

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days? Depends on what kind of content it is... but if it's substantial it's worth it, even as an alternate outfit.

54. Do you give in to Steam sales? I wish I could.  I need a Steam Console one of these days... or a decent Gaming PC.

55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them? I am not that sadistic.  I take all my frustrations out in Fighting Games.

56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests? Never played it.

57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements? Yes.  BlazBlue Central Fiction is my most recent Platinum.

58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick? Gundam Breaker, Guilty Gear, Valkyrie Profile

59. Do you play any cell phone games? Don't own a Cell phone, so nope.

60. Do you know the Konami Code? Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start

61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever? I very rarely sell games unless I loathe them.

62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game? Anything with Guilty Gear (or BlazBlue) on it.

63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? Yes.  They're overrated though compared to social gaming.

64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming? Whenever I can manage it.  Especially a Tate Monitor for Vertical Shmups.

65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file? I owned them, but I usually kept save backups whenever I tested anything.

66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it? Nope, can't say I have.

67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share? Most of my gaming stories are long-winded, so not really.

68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool? Most of what they have is junk, to be honest.  I'd sooner buy candy.

69. In your opinion, best game ever made? It hasn't been MADE yet! *grin*

70. Very first game you ever beat? Super Dodge Ball / NES (I very rarely ever beat NES games so I'm proud of that game).

[jennifersylvesters]

not so subtle - part six [clean-ish]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 3.5k~ Warning: swearing A/N: HEADS UP! this part is considered the clean-ish version of “not so subtle” - part six. basically it means that there’s no smut! there is a brief mention of a certain body part, but it doesn’t get down and dirty in this one! anywhoo - like always, feedback is appreciated/loved aka start the new year off right and give it to me please.

A couple days after the Christmas disaster, you came to the conclusion that you were done with love. If the universe didn’t want you to have a boyfriend, fine by you. In fact, you didn’t need a man. You especially didn’t need Steven.

“You’re a fucking catch” Kimberly reassured you the next day after you explained what happened. “Steven would’ve been lucky to have you. But he’s a complete idiot.”

“I am a fucking catch” you sobbed into a tub of ice cream, wishing that if you said it enough you might finally believe it.

Who needed a relationship? Not you.

You decided that you could be one of those carefree girls who slept with whomever they wanted. They all looked relatively happy with no strings attached. You could totally do that, flouncing around from guy to guy without any worries. Feelings didn’t matter. If Harrison could do it so easily, why couldn’t you? Not that you were thinking of Harrison. Harrison who?

Romance was overrated, anyways.

You planned on putting this resolution into motion as soon as possible. What better time to start than with New Year’s Eve just around the corner?

It came as no surprise that Tom and Emma got tickets to an exclusive Vegas party for New Year’s Eve. Of course they invited you along, claiming there was no one better to join them in the festivities. Naturally you accepted their offer. Nothing sounded better than ringing in the new year in actual style.

Tom had been generous enough to set you up with your own room in the hotel. Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he felt bad about how your year had been. This was his attempt of doing you a solid. And it turns out, he wasn’t completely clueless when it came to nice hotel rooms.

You whistled as you opened the door to a pristinely white hallway. You parked your luggage near the entrance as walked into the actual living quarters. Holy shit. The space was massive complete with amenities beyond your imagination. It seemed tempting to just leave your college life behind and just live in this room forever.

Running your hand along the silky sheets of your bed, you grinned thinking how lucky you got to have a king size all to yourself. An enormous television was plastered to the wall right across from the bed, and you planned on lazing around with it on during your spare time.

A small living room arrangement was set up complete with a couch and a couple of sofa chairs. No surprise that Tom left a note saying you could have as many treats in the mini fridge as you wanted. Don’t mind if I do, Thomas.

The best part about the room as that you had a balcony view. As you stepped outside, you let out a whistle. It truly was a sight to behold. You glanced around taking in the sight of famous Vegas landmarks. The hotel included two chairs and a lounge couch on the balcony for your viewing pleasure. Not too shabby.

You spent the afternoon relaxing with Emma before the two of you got ready for the party. Even while Tom insisted on getting the group bottle service at the club, you didn’t want to go into the party completely sober. So you and your best friend lightly pregamed in preparation. Emma classily sipped on champagne while you occasionally chugged the most expensive bottle of wine the hotel offered. And while she didn’t approve of your plan of hooking up, Emma made sure to perfect your makeup and hair for you.

As the sun set and the city lights twinkled throughout the strip, the three of you headed up to the party. No surprise that your group was able to cut the line and quickly enter the club. Perks of having a famous friend.The loud music blared as Emma held onto your hand, not wanting to lose you in the crowd. Even with its exclusivity, so many bodies packed into the venue. Not that you were particularly bothered. The alcohol had kicked in and you felt completely relaxed.

It wasn’t until you heard Tom shouting out his best friend’s name that your mouth turned slightly downwards.

You hadn’t seen Harrison since that night, and you hadn’t been sure if you wanted to. What were you supposed to say? “Thanks for taking care of me before completely disappearing off my radar?” Hell no.

Swiveling around, you followed Emma as the two of you approached Tom and Harrison. No surprise that Harrison looked amazing wearing a crisp, dark shirt with the top couple buttons unfastened. When didn’t he look hot? You tried your best to pull yourself out of these thoughts. No. Absolutely not. You were not going to ever admit that he looked good again. These were the type of romantic thoughts that you wanted to avoid.

Harrison pulled Emma in for a hug and once he released her, he simply smiled and nodded at you. It was as if nothing happened at all.

You wondered if Harrison eventually told Tom about that night. A couple days after the incident, Tom persistently bugged you about why you left early during his party, curious about what transpired. And when he found out you supposedly had a new boyfriend, he tried to ask about Steven. A tiny part of him was sad you hadn’t progressed with Harrison, but he was mostly excited about you finally finding someone. Or so he thought.

It of course wasn’t his fault. He didn't know any better. So you told him how you were still single and choked out a fake laugh. Tom regretted asking, and both of you wished that the conversation never happened.

“Oh, look! There’s Greg!” Emma excitedly pointed out, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t sure who she was referring to though her boyfriend did.

“We should go say hi!” Tom suggested as he took Emma’s hand in his.

“I don’t know who Greg is” you announced in a drunken haze, but it didn’t matter as you were pulled along. Greg was a nice enough fellow, but you found yourself bored with the conversation. Who cared about the formulation of publicity? Definitely not you. So you let go of Emma’s hand and made your way to the bar.

You ordered a cranberry vodka and put it on Tom's tab, sipping slowly through a straw as you looked into the crowd. It seemed like everyone was either on the dance floor or mingling amongst one another.

“Can I get a Guiness, mate?” a familiar voice asked behind you. Turning slightly, you bit down on the straw as you realized it was Harrison. He slipped his card to the bartender before thanking him and taking a swig of his beer. Feeling your gaze, he turned your way. “What?” His tone wasn’t aggressive or irritated; it was simply curious.

“What?” you mimicked him, though you found yourself sounding defensive.

“You’re staring, Lil Skunk. Just wanted to know what’s up with that.” It was harmless enough, but the comment caught you off guard.

The alcohol let your honesty flow out. “Surprised you don’t have some girl draped all over you, Lil Shit.”

He turned away from you, taking another sip. “Just keeping my options open.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” You shook your head as you walked away, not noticing Harrison carefully watching you.

Throughout the rest of the night you stuck near Tom and Emma’s side. You spent a bit of time on the dance floor enjoying yourself with some brunette before Emma yanked you away when she felt he was getting too handsy with you. You informed her that it was the point of letting him grind up on you, but it was too late to get him back. And as midnight approached, you realized that people were beginning to scramble around.

Flirting was at an all time high, people claiming others with hand holding or draping their arms around one another. Everyone was trying to pair off before the countdown.

Who cares? That was what you kept repeating in your head. You hadn’t kissed anyone last year on New Year’s Eve, so why worry about it this year? Who cares? It wasn’t going to affect your life in any significant way possible. So who cares?

Fuck. You kinda cared.

You didn’t want to start off the new year alone. You didn’t want to have that tinge of jealousy about how adorable Tom and Emma looked or wish that you could have the same rapport with someone the same way Kimberly and Sarah did. And even if it was just a stranger that you made out with, at least you were putting yourself out there for once.

All you needed to do was be completely carefree like you wanted. The plan was easy enough. You just had to do was kiss someone. Anyone.

Except you didn’t particularly want to do it the same way strangers in the club were doing. This wasn’t supposed to be a grab and go scenario. It had to be someone you at least knew. You pondered if Greg could be a viable choice, but the idea was dismissed once you looked around and spotted Greg holding on to the waist of a blonde. Thanks for nothing, Greg.

There’s always Harrison. The idea whispered in the back of your mind, reminding you it was a possibility. You didn’t like that small voice, but at the moment it wasn’t wrong.

What was the worst that could happen? Well he could say no or shove you off. But rejection was something you were used to. It was worth a shot, and you had enough bravery in your system right at that moment.

So you threw back the last of your drink before slamming it on a table. The search for Harrison was on. As the DJ shouted that only a minute remained, you dashed around trying to find him. C’mon c'mon. The one time you wanted to actually see him, and you were struggling harder than ever.

“Thirty seconds, folks!” the DJ announced right as you spotted Harrison. You began pushing through the crowd, muttering “excuse me” and “coming through”. The liquid courage cheered you on, telling you to do the unthinkable. And with only a couple seconds to spare, you were glad yet surprised that no girls surrounded him.

Three!

“Osterfield!”

Two!

“Hmm?” he turned around to the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow. You felt the warmth from the alcohol encouraging you. It was now or never. You quickened your pace, rushing over to Harrison.

One!

You grabbed his face and pulled the boy in towards you. Your lips crashed against his, eyes squeezing shut. And just as you were about to release him, you felt his arms wrap around your waist pulling you in. The kiss continued and only broke off when you needed air.

Breathing heavily, you looked at the Brit. He scanned your face, looking for something; you weren’t sure what. Only seconds later did his lips reconnect with yours. It was an overwhelming sensation, his hands roaming all over your body while he began to kiss your neck. As he trailed down, you heard yourself let out a low moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck” he hissed and you opened your eyes to take in the sight of disheveled Harrison, lips swollen. Despite the loud celebration going on all around, you focused on him. Only him. He looked at you expectantly, swallowing nervously. You pulled out of his embrace and for a second he looked disappointed. It wasn’t until you took his hand in yours that he broke out into a small smile. Even with the chaos surrounding, you pushed through the crowd and led him to the elevators.

Despite the alcohol in your system, you started to feel your nerves on edge. Your heart was pounding so loud that you paid no mind to the drunken shouts around the lobby. All you could hear was your own heart thumping and eventually the ‘ding’ of the elevator.

The two of you surprisingly were the only two in the lift. It made you even more nervous, with nothing to distract you from the boy still holding your hand tightly.

When you stopped at your room, you let go of his hand to find your key card. There wasn't much in your bag yet you fumbled with the miscellaneous items, unable to find the pass. You knew you had it, but your hands shook from the jitters in your stomach. Where had you put it? It was embarrassing enough that you threw yourself at him, but now you couldn’t even properly hook up? How to hook up 101: be more prepared than this mess.

He placed his hand on yours and when you looked up at him, he just smiled and nodded his head towards the right. Oh. Of course Tom got his best friend a room as well. Obviously. Harrison took your hand and guided you towards his room only a couple doors down. And even though his room wasn’t far, you liked that he intertwined his fingers with yours. He scanned his key card, letting you into the room but keeping his hand locked with yours.

His room was similar to yours except a couple of decoration details. When you turned to tell him that, he caught you off guard by kissing you immediately. He let the door shut by itself, continuously kissing you until you found yourself backed up against the wall. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you felt him grinning into your kisses.

He took this as approval to lean in closer, hands beginning to wander. This was all unfamiliar territory, and he had every intention of exploring all of you.  

You whimpered at his touch, unused to this sensation. But when his hand cupped your breast, you found your body tensing up.

He pulled away, frantically glancing at you. His hands immediately moved from your body. “Sorry, is this-I didn’t mean to-” Harrison apologized, clearly concerned about your wellbeing.

You shook your head and apologized to him, wishing that you could’ve played it cool instead of tensing up. You reminded yourself that you wanted to be casual and carefree. So why were you panicking?  

“We don’t- We don’t have...If you don’t want this, tell me and we can stop” he reminded you.

And there it was. Harrison in all his soft glory was concerned about you more than you ever expected. It was those blue eyes staring down at you, hoping for a yes but knowing he wouldn’t do anything if you said no. There was something about him in that moment that had you understanding why you couldn’t get him off your mind.

So you cupped his face gently in your hands and softly kissed him. When you pulled away, there were those ocean eyes still asking for permission, waiting for you to voice your answer. “I want this” you confirmed as you nodded your head. He closed his eyes for a second, as if to savor the moment, before he smiled and pressed his lips against yours once more.  

You didn’t want to let go of this moment. His touch was more passionate than you could’ve ever imagined, and everything about it felt perfectly right. This Harrison - the one who kissed your nose and laughed as you scrunched your face - this was the Harrison you so desperately wanted to keep forever. It was this Harrison who held you tightly and pressed his lips against your shoulder that you adored. You weren’t sure you could ever give up this sensation.

“What?” you asked nervously as the two of you rested next to one another. You pulled the sheets closer to your body despite him having seen and been with you in the most intimate way just an hour before. Harrison propped himself up with his back on the headboard, looking down at you.

He studied your face, making you feel self-conscious. Had your makeup smeared? Did you not look as great as before? Worries filled your head, anxious of what faults he could find. The next thing you knew his hand was gently tracing your features, smiling as it settled on your cheek. “It’s nothing. I’m just...I like it here with you, love” he reassured you.

Your breath hitched hearing your favorite nickname, and you were once again swept up in the moment. How could you not be? You sat up and straddled his lap, kissing him deeply.

“Say it again.” You couldn’t get enough of his voice calling out that nickname as if you were the only person who mattered.

“What? Addicted to me now?” You rolled your eyes as he let out a chuckle. “I like it here with you, love” he repeated. “I like all of this. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, darling.” It caused your heart to swell, bursting out into a wide grin before kissing him roughly. And with fervor eagerness, he pulled you in close ready to explore your body once more.

Even with Harrison laying beside you, it still felt unreal. You could touch his soft face and felt his arm draped around your waist, but you kept having to remind yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

So you got your wish of hooking up with someone for New Years Eve. You managed to do it with Harrison of all people. You wanted this. You really did. But not this way.

You knew Harrison. You knew the beautiful women who practically threw themselves at him only to be relegated to a one night stand or referred to as “just a friend”. You knew how he would give them his attention, but they were never capable of becoming his. And now you understood why some of them were satisfied with just being a fling.

And you knew yourself. You knew how much of an idiot you could be around men, how easily you gave away your heart in hopes of finding romance. Just a bit of affection and you were putty in their hands.

You wanted someone to be all in with you. As much as you wanted a carefree attitude about relationships, it would never happen. You craved love and the idea of someone being so infatuated with you that they couldn’t get enough. And as much as you wished the impossible, you knew it wouldn’t be with Harrison. What occurred in the bedroom was nothing short of spectacular, but it wasn’t going to last outside of it like you hoped.

Hearing him lightly snore, you slowly slipped out of the covers. It took all of your strength to ignore the feeling of staying in bed when you felt his arm slightly tighten around you. You sucked in your breath, waiting until his grip softened and then slid out of the bed. Slowly you tiptoed around as you collected your clothing and put them on. Checking your purse, you managed to find your key card before taking one last glance back at Harrison.

He looked so peaceful, arm still sprawled out in the spot where you once rested. You would’ve given anything for him to wake up and tell you to stay. But he was sound asleep lost in his dreams.

You couldn’t help but tiptoe back to his side once more, pressing a kiss against his messy hair. Hearing him mumble your name as he smiled in his sleep almost convinced you to stay.

Almost.

Instead you shuffled away and back to the entryway of his room. You slowly opened the door to decrease the sound of creaking before gently pulling the door behind you. And as you walked back to your room, you wondered if Harrison would ever settle down. Would he ever find someone he liked enough that he wouldn’t think of anyone else besides her? Did you want to be that person? ...Maybe.

As you entered your room, the excitement of having a spacious place to yourself was gone. Instead you just felt lonely. There was no one to enjoy the balcony view with, no one to eat snacks with, and no one to watch late night television with you. You threw your heels to the side before changing out of your clothes and into pajamas. Yanking the bed sheets from their tucked corners so you could get comfortable, you nestled underneath the covers letting the plethora of pillows surround you.

You wondered if Harrison was still peacefully sleeping or if he noticed that you left already. Would he question where you went or if you planned on coming back? Or would he be relieved he didn’t need to kick you out of his room like the rest of his female companions?

And as drowsiness crept in, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for the two of you. Would he look at you the same way - still just Lil Skunk - or would he view you with the newly discovered amazement in his eyes that he had in the bedroom? You wanted the latter, for him to look at you the way he looked at you all night. But you knew that was just wishful thinking.

part seven