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She’s Mine

HAPPY SMUT SUNDAY! 

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW |

Request: Hello, first I want to write is that your stories are awfully cute. (I have to admit that you’re doing the best for the Imagine Daryl). Well, I thought, since I’m not so much experience in TWD, because I was in the fifth series. I love stupid crap Merle. Brother Daryl. It occurred to me that the reader will have to suffer the stupid crap Merle and Daryl she stands up, well obviously, Smut. I do not know, it’s a proposal, but I think you would have to grapple with it, I believe you can do it.

Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end up dealing with Merle constantly hitting on her and trying to grab on her. Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her. 

(Season 1 Daryl is so fun and Drunk Merle was also fun to write lol. Enjoy!)

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Y/N stared across the way as she absent mindedly helped Carol and Andrea fold laundry. You had just pulled all the clean clothes of the line and were now going to work making sure everyone’s laundry was folded and given back to them. “Woman’s work”, as Lori would call it. You were never the type for, “woman’s work,” but you played along because you were grateful the group had taken you in after the end of the world.

Your eyes haze over as your hands work on their own and you focus in on the man who had your eye from the minute you had found these people, Daryl Dixon. He had piercing blue eyes and a glare that just about knocked the breath out of you every time he sent it your way.

You smile to yourself as your eyes run down his dirt covered rippling muscled arms, over to his big barrel chest that unfortunately was covered with a red and white cut off flannel shirt. You imagined yourself popping open each button until his full form was revealed in front of you. You looked down his legs and stared at the button of his jean. You bite your lip as you imagine popping it open, sliding them down, and setting free his cock. You rub your legs together imagining what it would feel like pushing into you making you cry out for more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a throat clear. You snap eyes over and realize it is Carol’s voice. Carol and Andrea stand there grinning to themselves.

“Why don’t you go on over and say hello? You know you want to.” Carol nodded her knowing eyes your way.

“What about laundry duty?” You ask.

“We got it. You go. Have fun.” Andrea winks at you.

Your face turns a little read and you smile sheepishly for a moment, before taking a deep breath of confidence, turning your heels and walking quickly across the camp. You made a beeline for Daryl and Merle’s setup which was all the way across the camp and way to the back, a few yards away from everyone else. They had two tents set up side by side, with their own fire pit in front of it and an old broken down car to block potential random walkers who could come out of the woods behind the camp.

You dig your heels harder into the dirt as you walk toward him. You smile when you see him hard at work chopping wood, sweat glistening on his skin, radiating him in the bright sunlight. Merle was drinking a beer watching his brother work away, not even offering to help. You scoffed at Merle, you really didn’t like him. He was always so rude and always trying to hit on Andrea when she clearly hated him. He was one of those men you knew all too well back in the real world. Seems that those were the only kind of men who survived now, but not Daryl; Daryl was different.

You watch as Daryl’s toned arms lifted over his head, as he squared his feet, wiggling his hips a little, before slamming the blade down into the wood below. The wood split swiftly in two and dropped to the ground on either side of the big wooden stump. He breathed heavily as he reached down, grabbed another log, and repeated his actions. He grabbed another log and was about to raise his arms in the air to swing again, when he noticed you approaching their camp.

His harsh eyes looked up your body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul, “What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.

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Avengers chatroom 3

C'mon, let’s go for 100 notes on Number 3…I believe in you guys!

Tony has started a chatroom

Clint has logged on
Natasha has logged on
Steve has logged on
Bruce has logged on
Thor has logged on
Pietro has logged on
Wanda has logged on
Loki has logged on
Sam has logged on

Loki: give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t kill Stark for inviting me to this chatroom.

Clint: you still came on, didn’t you?

Loki: give me a reason as to why I shouldn’t kill you too.

Tony: hey

Tony: hey

Tony: hey

Tony: hey

Natasha: WWWWWHHHHAAAAATTTT!

Tony: shut up, look I called you guys to talk about something serious.

Steve: please don’t say something stupid.

Tony: no it’s serious…. What’s happening between Bucky and (Y/N).

Thor: is that not what you call being nosy?

Sam: you see Thor, Tony can never be nosy.

Tony: thank you, Sam.

Sam: BUT he lets curiosity kill him and he HAS to know everything that happens in his building.

Bruce: true.

Pietro: is that all you will say, Dr. Banner?

Bruce: I don’t really like to comment on anything that tony does because then he’ll stop talking to me and I need to use his labs.

Natasha: Bruce is not as innocent as you think.

Tony: you’d know after what happened at the time of the battle with Ultron.

 Natasha: Tony’s funeral will promptly be held in (more or less) 2 hours - considering how much he squirms around when i try to kill him. Please dress accordingly and be in the main living room to attend.

Steve: RIP Tony, you were a good man.

Wanda: do you need help?

Tony: yes please!

Wanda: …I meant Natasha.

Natasha: sure.

Loki: I must say, Hawkeye has been awfully quiet.

Thor: I must agree, where is brother Clint?

Loki: he is not your brother.

Pietro: you aren’t his brother, yet he treats you like family.

Loki: But I am his brother non the less, he has only known you mid-guardians for a couple of mere year while he has known me for his entire life!

Bruce: I think Loki is jealous.

Sam: I think he is.

Natasha: seriously, where’s Clint?

Tony: OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! GUYS! I know where Clint is…

Clint: I’m in the vents of (Y/N)’s room… SOS

Steve: what happened? Are you ok? Is (Y/N) ok?

Wanda: tell us now!

Clint: uhmmmmmmm… Let’s just say that the whole (Y/N) and Bucky thing has been taken to the next level… And I may or may not have fallen into her room.

Pietro: here lies Clint Barton, who was killed by his fellow teammate (Y/N) because he was being an idiot.

Clint: I knew I should’ve killed you when I had the chance in the battle with Ultron.

Wanda: how dare you?

Clint: what? No one would’ve known.

(Y/N) has logged on

(Y/N): if I killed Clint now and hid the body, could we say that he went missing in action?

Bucky had logged on

Bucky: I. Will. Kill. Clint. Barton.

Tony: just because he interrupted you in the middle of making a metal baby army with (Y/N), doesn’t mean you can kill him.

Sam: Steve, they’re saying inappropriate stuff.

(Y/N): we were just kissing!

Clint: correction, you were EATING EACH OTHER.

Bruce: you guys are a waste of time

Bruce has logged off

Steve: I agree with Bruce. Stop fonduing, please.

 Steve has logged off

Thor: I believe I must go too.

Thor has logged off

Loki: I must explain to Thor as to why he can only call ME brother

Loki has logged off

Tony: guys, if you’re going to go, you don’t need to explain it.

Wanda has logged off

Pietro has logged off

Sam has logged off

Natasha has logged off

(Y/N) has logged off

Tony: so…. Gimme a warning if I should switch off the cameras in your guys’ rooms.

Bucky: you’re an idiot.

Bucky has logged off

Tony: well this was fun
#BuckyFoundLove

Tony has logged off

Here is the lowdown on the history of Elkmont, which has been receiving a lot of attention lately due to a recent online article talking about the “discovery” of a forgotten town in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The picture you see here was taken in the Daisy Town neighborhood in October of 2012.

Elkmont’s history begins sometime around 1908, when the Little River Logging Company operated in what would soon become the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Prior to the logging outfit’s presence in Elkmont, this little town was a sleepy farming community high in the mountains. The logging company’s actions drastically changed the landscape of the Smokies. They logged the ancient virgin forests and created vast, clear cut areas. Life in Elkmont was not easy, at least not at first. The economy now revolved around the lumber industry and by this time, a railroad, machine shop, post office, homes, and other buildings were built here. Being a logger was dangerous work and included many risks. Elkmont is also the site of a notorious train wreck that happened in 1909 which involved a logging train manned by engineer Gordon A. “Daddy” Bryson. The train lost control on a downhill grade and it derailed, killing both men. During the 1920s, most of the good timber had been harvested from the Smokies. Since the lumber company could no longer cut quality timber in Elkmont, they decided to move elsewhere in search of more timber. The lumber company soon moved operations to Middle Prong, which is upstream from the former town of Tremont. The railroad was removed and a make shift road was put in its place.

In 1910, Elkmont was also a slowly developing resort town that eventually became known as the “Appalachian Club”. Members of this club built many cabins of different architectural styles along a path which started at the Wonderland Club. Elkmont became a well-known destination for tourists who were making their way through the area and the resort provided a rustic charm and comfort for visitors.

In 1926, Congress passed a law which authorized the creation of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and Elkmont had began another era in its history–from being a logging camp to quaint resort town and to National Park property. The property owners at Elkmont were offered long term leases and the Appalachian and the Wonderland Club were taken by the state and were sold for half their value. The long term leases were relinquished in 1952 for 20 year leases, which would allow enough time to bring electricity to Elkmont. The leases were renewed in 1972 and even though some of the buildings were given longer leases, the last of them expired in 2001. In 1994, Elkmont was added to the National Register of Historic Places.

Defending the Amazon

The Guardians are one of two indigenous groups on the eastern fringe of the Amazon that have taken radical action to reduce illegal logging. They have tied up loggers, torched their trucks and tractors, and kicked them off the reserves.

As a result, such logging has sharply declined in these territories. But the indigenous groups have faced reprisal attacks and death threats for their actions, raising fears of more violence in an area known for its lawlessness.

DEFEND THE LAND.

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[Jayesh_Vijaya is typing …]

Jayesh_Vijaya: Guys, guys, I’m sorry, I know this is a place for your family stuff and I’m not looking through any of the messages or anything I swear, but I haven’t seen Jey in three days and I’m starting to worry. He’s never gone this long without texting or leaving some kind of note and he’s been having really, really bad days lately. Really bad, like thundercloud dark. So … If you’ve seen him, if you know where he is, please will you tell me? If you know where I can look, if you can help me at all??? Please, guys. I’m (…) I’m really worried. Love to you all, Frankie xxxxx

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Imagine Dean took your shot on a hunt and your anger got the best of you.

Originally posted by gifswinchesters

You fumed quietly until you were out of the warehouse, a part of you still on high alert for any other Djinns in the pack while Sam got the only survivor out of the building. That slight, Dean pushing you out of the way to take your shot, grew bigger as the time slowly passed. Then it piled on top of a long list of other moments that hadn’t seemed like much at the time but now they were all heightened, glaring red flags in the midst of so many other moments.

It was only more proof he thought you weren’t good enough. That anger stewed quietly as you sat in the back seat holding the poor girl who survived but felt like she was ripped from heaven. You couldn’t say you knew exactly what she had gone through but you definitely had felt like something very similar just happened to you.

You knew you shouldn’t have gotten involved with him. You should’ve known this would happen at some point. You were no longer that bad ass hunter that had gotten on their radar by finishing too many cases before they even got a chance. No, you were just a woman now, his woman. He didn’t work the case like you were a team mate, a partner, and a great fellow hunter. He treated you like the unknowing victim that needed to be saved. Well, fuck that shit.

By the time the survivor had been safely delivered to the hospital and the Impala pulled into a spot at the motel, you were furious. That small flame of anger had been fed with more than enough oxygen and every moment where you weren’t enough stoked the fire into a burgeoning rage.

Sam dragged his long frame out of the car and opened the back door for you. His gaze met yours and you couldn’t help but notice the worry that creased his brow and what seemed like the smallest amount of fear in his eyes.

“Thank you.” You tried to sound polite but it came out harsh and clipped. He shut the door his gaze shooting away and you knew how uncomfortable this was for him. You were in his place every time he and Dean fought. You threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly. Your face pressed against his warm chest and you closed your eyes, seeking the calming energy he always seemed to have when you needed it.  “This has nothing to do with you.”

“I know.” You felt the rumble of his voice through his chest. You pulled away and gave him a small smile.

“Why don’t you two get a room?” Dean spat out as he slammed his door.

Your head snapped in his direction and you wished that the possibility to shoot someone with lasers from your eyes was completely realized and in your grasp at that moment. Sadly for you but more importantly life saving for him, it was still only in the world of make believe.  

You broke the stare first and started for your room, only realizing then that Sam was nowhere in sight. He was smart to slip away before the fireworks really started but you were hoping to take his key and stay in his room tonight. Plan foiled again. You were what, zero for two at this point?

Maybe he went into his room and you could very politely ask him to share with Dean but then you remembered there was only one room left with two beds when you had checked in and you and Dean had taken the one queen bed room a few doors down. Rack it up, zero for three. This was not helping.

You shoved the key with a tad too much force into the lock and it wouldn’t turn. You had to pull it out and restart with less brute force. Looking back, you’d probably see this as your first warning but then you’d have to be thinking clearly instead of blazing with the fire of a hundred suns.

You felt Dean standing behind you, just far enough away not to accidentally touch you. At least he remembered that he couldn’t just flirt his way out of your problems. Last time he almost received a broken wrist and two broken ribs.

Finally, the lock gave way and you pushed the door in then strode stiffly towards the bed. You glanced around the room and started gathering up his stuff.

“What the hell are you doing?” He sat on the bed heavily, his shoulders slumping as he rubbed his eyes.

You felt some of that boiling rage start cool at the sight of him. No! No, he was not going to brush this under the rug with some stupid excuse. You were there too. You were tired and exhausted but you were a part of the fight! “What the hell does it look like? You are taking your things and going to stay the night with your partner!” You punctuated that last word by throwing his stuff into his duffel.

“Come on, y/n. Not tonight. I just want to take..”

“And I want you the fuck out before I shoot you myself!”

His head snapped up, “why are you so mad?!”

You fumed, “WHY? Oh, I don’t know.. because you think I can’t do the job and feel the need to PUSH ME OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY WHEN IT COMES TIME FOR ME TO PULL THE TRIGGER!!” Your muscles tensed as your curled your hands into fists feeling your heart rate rise right along with your hackles.

He sighed, “what is so wrong with me not wanting you to get hurt?”

“Do I look like a fucking porcelain doll?! I know how to do the job! I was doing it long before you came along! Just because your dad raised you in the life doesn’t make you the fucking end all, be all top dog hunter!”

He stood up from the bed and stalked towards the door, “you know what screw this! I’m too tired to deal with it tonight.”

His action tossed another log onto the fire. “Just like everything else your dad gave you right? Your hunting skill, your music collection, your car, and walking away!” It was a severely low blow and you knew it but you were seeing red. The fact that he wouldn’t even acknowledge the problem pushed you off the cliff you had been climbing the last hour and a half.

He spun around his eyes wide and anger coloring every feature including his jaw. “Fuck you.”

“Oh honey, I already did that.” You said with a smirk even though inside you were starting to deflate. You thought getting a rise out of him would make you feel better, take away some of the sting of him not acknowledging the problem, but now you just started to feel worse.

You saw the clench of his jaw as he stood staring at you with narrowed eyes. His duffel still clenched in his fist. A part of you hoped he’d just say, ‘my bad I’ll try not to do it again’ and you could try to get over it but your stomach knotted as the seconds ticked by.

“Fine. You’re right, I should stay with Sam.” He turned and went out the door slamming the thin piece of wood behind him.

You stumbled to the bed as tears started to fall. The adrenaline that had been coursing through your veins had disappeared and you started shaking. Why did I have to say that? Why is it so easy for him to give us up?  Why can’t he just think about me for one god damn second!

Your thoughts raced round and round the slowly dying fire inside you. You undressed and dragged yourself to the shower needing to rinse away everything from today and especially tonight. Under the low pressure of slightly warm water, you heard his voice in your head. What is so wrong with me not wanting you to get hurt?

Your heart sank as his words truly filtered through the firestorm of your rage. You thought back to the moment when he pushed you out of the way. The Djinn was closing in on both of you fast but you had the best shot and could’ve easily taken it. There was a very high possibility of damage to the shooter even being hit with its poison but it wasn’t something you hadn’t faced before.

Deep down you knew that was why he pushed you out of the way. Not because he didn’t believe you couldn’t make the shot but because he didn’t want you to get hurt. He didn’t want to take the chance. You were so livid you couldn’t actually read that far into your thought process, all you saw was the fact that he pushed you out of the way. Now you’ve gone and said things you can’t take back.

Yes, there were some problems with what happened tonight and on some other cases but the things you said.. They couldn’t be the last words he heard from you. Not tonight, not ever.

Headcanon 69 (Things In Bed)

When winding down for a good nights rest we all have our ways of winding down for the night.

Sans usually reads some comics or texts Toriel over the skelephone until he falls asleep.

Papyrus says goodnight to all his action figures, logs off all his favourite sites and gets Sans to read him a story. He then process to immediately fall asleep, legs dangling.

Toriel and Asgore had a very similar routine of coffee and tea respectively before tucking in their child and talking about the day. Toriel now talks with Sans and tucks in Frisk. Asgore cries.

Alphys usually watches her favourite animes in a onesie (draw this omg) rugged up in her blanket while screaming at Undyne via Skype.

Mettaton poses and takes multiple selfies before recharging for the night. His cousin Napstablook falls asleep with his headphones on, his cloth imprinted by them.

Undyne doesn’t sleep. She tears the souls out of everyone and everything especially her nightmares.

buttersmd  asked:

It seems like every time any of the Avengers are having a low day, they'll come across a warm chocolate chip cookie waiting for them, and it always cheers them up that someone noticed and cares, but they can't figure out who's doing it. Until Tony's doing routine maintenance on the system and comes across JARVIS's logs of actions and orders for cookie ingredients. (DUM-E's a lot better with a whisk than anyone would suspect.)

for some reason baking just clicks with dum-e unlike any of his other tasks ever have. even jarvis has a hard time understanding why he’s taken to this one thing, this immensely human thing (he can’t even eat the darn things!), with such flair

eventually dum-e quits needing recipes. he knows every avenger’s particular favorite and then he starts… experimenting. he starts out slow. moving from basic chocolate chip to chocolate chip with oreo chunks and eventually to gourmet cookies that the bodega down the street would kill to be able to charge and arm and leg for

as the various avengers grab a cookie from the warm plate on the kitchen counter and all remark on how they’ve never had any cookie, any food period, that good… tony beams.

he’s never been so proud