but only because of the drastic difference between me at the beginning of the year

You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt: Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

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If she closes her eyes hard enough, and just at the right moments, Y/n can feel Harry in Dan.

It’s quite peculiar, how she finds Harry in almost anything. It’s something she finds so riveting yet so dangerous at the same time. He’s everywhere, he’s in every breath she takes and in every move she makes, and it’s something that brings her an overwhelming sense of comfort yet an overbearing sense of instability.

Dan—an individual full of insecurities and excitement—who varies oh, so differently from Harry, can feel like him if she really tries hard enough. His arms don’t hold her quite the same, and his lips aren’t as soft and flavorful, but if she squeezes her eyes shut, and she loses herself in the memories of Harry, it’s like he’s almost back again—only in the most minuscule of ways.

Which is why, now, in this moment in time, Y/n can barely keep her eyes open.

It’s the first time Y/n brought Dan to the house, letting him stop by to watch a film after his shift. It’s a little something he’s wanted to do for a while, and after many coffee dates and many pleads from Dan, she finally took the step of being completely alone with him.

Gabby decided to go to a friends house and insisted they take their time together. It started off wonderfully; a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates, and a bag of popcorn while they watched Jaws.

It was all wonderful, until Dan decided to make the move.

Dan is on top of her, lips connecting to hers in a lustful motion. It isn’t that Y/n doesn’t want to be in this position, but more of her being hesitant to do so. She hasn’t kissed anybody since Harry, and although Dan is one of the nicest people she’s ever met, she can’t find it within herself to keep moving any more forward.

And everything about it feels wrong.

Between all the touching, all the kissing, all the feelings within her, she can’t stop thinking about Harry. She can’t stop thinking about how much she misses him and how much she wants him back. She’s still in love with him, so much so that doing this with someone else makes her feel dirty—makes her feel like she’s betraying him.

And it’s all too much, because no matter how hard she closes her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to feel him, he’s not there, and she can’t help but seem to think that he never will be—not anymore.

“No, no, stop.” She whimpers, shaking her head in an attempt to reject Dan’s restless lips.

He doesn’t stop, however, too engaged in the moment to really understand the words stuttering from her mouth. He continues kissing her, instead, moving down to her collarbones.

At this point, Y/n starts to hyperventilate. Between the sobs daring to escape her chest and the lack of air from her previous activities, everything is straining against her. She doesn’t fully understand how she was able to get this far without it being with Harry.

“Stop!”

Her arms push Dan off of her until she’s alone on the couch as he’s panting on the floor. She can’t breathe. Her chest is tightening and her cries are so harsh that her lungs are collapsing inside of her.

She reaches her hands up to the roots of her hair, pulling back on them as she tries to gather all the oxygen she can. At this point, her head feels light and her sight is completely blurred by the tears flowing out of them—ones that she doesn’t even try to stop.

“I’m s—so sor—ry.” She hiccups, her head falling to her hands.

Dan gulps as he tentatively stands from his spot on the floor, his hands up in front of him as if in a panic—trying desperately to figure out how to fix the mess being made in front of him.

He looks around the room, as if in search for something to guide him through this situation, but there’s nothing. All the room occupies is a broken woman, sobbing breathlessly on a couch in front of him, muttering incoherent phrases under her breath.

“Okay,” he huffs out, nodding his head to himself, “It’s okay, yeah? You’re okay?”

He occupies the empty spot next to her, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. In all honesty, Dan is complete shit at helping people during emotional breakdowns, and considering this one had happened so suddenly, he had absolutely no warning that he would be put in this position.

Y/n feels bad, she does, considering Dan doesn’t deserve the treatment she’s given him and surely doesn’t deserve what was once an innocent date to end up a complete disaster. But she can’t help it, and she can’t stop now, no matter how hard she tries.

“It’s Harry, isn’t it?”

His voice is nothing but a whisper, and the words that spoke out from his lips nearly brings every movement in Y/n’s body to a halt. She never told him that it was Harry who broke her heart, and to be honest, she doesn’t even find the strength within her to begin to question how he even knows of Harry—especially his relationship with her.

Of course, their relationship has been publicized for years, but Dan is a very closed-off type of person. He’s not much into music, either—another part of him that differs so drastically from Harry—and spends a majority of his time working or spending time outside rather than succumbing himself in social media.

He looks down at the rose ring wrapped around his pointer finger, twirling it around with the hand that was once wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders.

He knew the moment he saw Harry’s reaction that this ring very much belonged to him. He wasn’t quite sure why she sacrificed it so mindlessly—why it seemed to have no story behind it. But between everything Gabby’s told him and everything he’s gathered from her previous relationship, she wanted nothing more than to get rid of every reminder she had of him.

He doesn’t feel worthy enough for it, though. If Y/n and Harry don’t find their way back to each other, he feels she should at least give it to somebody that she loves, not somebody she needs to help her get over her heartbreak.

He slides it off his finger, placing it gently on the palm of his hand before closing his fingers into a fist.

“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n. Not if you can’t talk to me.” He mutters softly, “Not if you’re still in love with him, we’ll be getting nowhere.”

This makes her cry harder. She still doesn’t have the audacity to look up at him, no, how could she? After everything she’s done?

This is why she always ends up alone. No matter how in love she is, no matter how much effort she puts into a relationship, they always end up leaving her. It’s happened long before Harry, and she was so convinced he’d stay when he came around. She was so dead set on him being her forever, but the same thing happened again. He left, just like everyone else.

And now, Dan is leaving her, and although she can’t exactly blame him for doing so, it’s another wound to her heart—it’s another pain in her chest that only seems to increase with pain.

He sighs sadly at the sight in front of him, upset with himself that he’s probably a partial reason for her soul-shaking sobs and lack of air, but he has no other choice. If he stays with her, he’d be forcing her to love someone she doesn’t. He has to let her go if it means to possibly make amends with her happiness again.

He takes one of her shaking hands away from her face and bringing it towards his lap, spreading her fingers away from her palm so that he can set the ring softly against it.

She sobs at the sight, bringing her opposite hand to her mouth as she tries to quiet herself down.

“This was Harry’s, it always was. This belongs to you, Y/n, not me.”

She nods, trying her best to smile at him as a form of appreciation, but it fails miserably. He understands, though, that she cares, and doesn’t ask her any questions.

“I’ll let Gabby know to come home now, okay?”

He kisses the top of her head, the way he always does, before removing himself from the couch and toward the front door.

“Take care of yourself, Y/n. I mean it.”

And then, he’s gone, leaving Y/n alone in an empty house and her haunting thoughts. She feels the world is closing in on her, only giving her a restricted amount of air and a limited amount of light to see what’s in front of her.

She’s alone—she’s left by herself in a dark room that’s only being illuminated by the television light, where nobody can hear her, where nobody can touch her, where nobody can see her; in a place where she just can’t trust herself.

She’s left alone, as she’s always left, and she just can’t take it anymore.

Her emotions become so strong that her body collapses onto the floor, her head throbbing and throat burning from all the tears and cries. She can’t breathe, her lungs failing to take in oxygen and her chest is pounding.

It’s so bad that if Gabby doesn’t come home soon, she actually believes she’s going to die. She feels the tug on her heart and feels how hard it is for it to do its job properly—she practically feels it overworking itself.

“Oh, God.”

Gabby finds her on the floor, making her immediately drop her purse and run to her collapsed body. Y/n is a withering mess underneath her, completely drenched in sweat as violent sobs erupt from her body.

She’s quick to sit her up properly onto the floor before lifting her back onto the couch, running a comforting hand down the side of her neck as she begins to shush her down to a calm state. However, her attempt falters when Y/n shakes her head to remove Gabby’s touch from her neck.

“I can’t—I can’t—“

She tries to find words to explain what’s happening to her right now. Between the pain in her body and the feeling in her head, her brain is scrambling with so many fearful thoughts that the only thing she can truly comprehend is being saved from this horrifying feeling.

“Hospital.”

Gabby is taken aback when she says it, completely astonished by just how serious this all is. She realizes this isn’t a situation that she can fix on her own, and it makes her feel like such a bad friend that she can’t give her what she needs.

Tears fall from her eyes in panic, well aware that her friend is undergoing something far worse than a mental breakdown, but also knows that the hospital won’t be able to help her.

Only Harry can.

“Let me call for help, okay?“ She asks softly. “I’m gonna send help.”

When Harry sees Gabby’s contact light up his phone, something inside of him instantly fills with worry. He knows, without a doubt, that Gabby hates him more than anybody ever since what happened. And knowing her so well, she would never reach out to him, especially when her negative feelings toward him were so strong, unless it’s serious.

“Gabby?”

“You have to do something, Harry.” She cries through the phone, peaking over her shoulder to look over Y/n from her location in the kitchen.

She’s still a mess, holding her hand over her heart as if it were going to mend the pain. Her head is thrown over the back of the couch, her other hand running over her face continuously. Her sobs haven’t settled, only seeming to increase with panic over the unfamiliar reaction occurring over her body.

“She thinks you don’t want her and—Harry she thinks she’s dying. Her heart is so broken. She keeps saying her heart is going to fail her and I don’t—I don’t know what to do. I don’t think there’s anything I can do. She—she was trying so hard. Harry, please, you have to—you have to—“

Harry leans on his elbows over the kitchen counter, huffing out a shaky breath when he hears both Gabby and Y/n’s cries through the phone. He rubs his hand over his face, doing anything to prevent the tears nearly pooling out from his eyes.

He’d be lying if he said that guilt isn’t eating him alive in this moment. And it’s not that he hasn’t felt any remorse or any guilt since he’d broken Y/n’s heart, but he’s now fully aware that he has to look at the damage he’s done. He’ll have to witness all the pain, all the heartbreak he’s put her through, and nothing makes him feel worse.

“I’ll do anything.” He whimpers. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I promise, I won’t keep doing this to her, you have to believe me. Just—“ he lets out a broken breath, reaching his hand up to rub his eyes to prevent any tears from escaping, “just tell me what to do.”

Gabby wipes the tears from her cheeks, yet again peering over to watch over Y/n on the couch. To her dismay, there is absolutely no improvement.

“Come here, pick her up, and bring her home. Just talk to her, please. Nothing makes her feel worse than believing you don’t want her anymore. Hell, even if you don’t—I don’t know with you anymore—just give her something. You’re the only one that can fix this.”

He sighs, nodding his head before making his way out of his house without much of a response to her. He’s only concerned for Y/n, and is so focused on getting to her so that he can prove to her that he’s changed—that he’s not the same Harry he was and is going to be there for her for as long as his life lasts, even if she doesn’t allow it.

But it’s upon arrival he realizes how much more serious this is than he thought. She’s completely breaking down, every inch of her shaking and fear written on her face. She’s a complete and utter mess, a completely wrecked version of such a beautiful, unbroken woman who had so much love in her heart and surrounded by so much love in the air.

And even though Harry knows she believes she’s going to die, apart of him believes she’s already dead. The life inside of her has burned out and is now just a product of what once was. The Y/n he always known is long gone—so far gone he almost doesn’t believe it’s her.

He looks at her with the most distraught and sympathetic look Gabby has ever seen. She has never seen so much guilt in somebody before that—no matter how much she hates him—she can’t help but feel sorry for him, too.

“Baby, hey. Hey now, it’s alright.” He whispers, kneeling in front of Y/n’s shaking figure and tentatively reaching for her hair so that he can attempt to calm her down. “I’m here now, I’m right here.”

A pitiful sound leaves her lips when she looks up at him; something between a whine, a sob, and a groan. It’s messy from her throat being raw from all the screaming and cries, and it leaves an indescribable pain that only makes her cries stronger.

She can’t even think properly, everything in her body overworking itself. It’s something she’s never experienced before, and all the fears of it being permanent rush through her veins—leaving her with an overwhelming amount of anxiety.

“She’s having a panic attack.” Harry mumbles to Gabby, making sure to rub gently over the back of Y/n’s neck. Although panic attacks weren’t common for her, whenever she was overwhelmed and stressed, this gesture always seemed calmed her down.

“I don’t know what to do. I can’t drive with her like this I—Gabby, how do I focus with her like this?” He cries, the situation in front of him making his body turn to shambles, “Especially when it’s my fault? How do I—do I keep her here until she’s calm? I don’t—I don’t know—”

Gabby shakes her head, reaching her hand over to graze his tense shoulder. She squeezes the muscle softly, almost as a sort of reassurance.

“She needs home, Harry—” she whispers, “she needs you.

He nods, choking back sobs as he brushes the hair out of Y/n’s face. The skin of her face is red and completely soaked, but this is the first time he’s seen her since the morning in the grocery store, and she’s never looked so beautiful.

“I’m going to take you home with me, Y/n. But I need you to breathe for me, can you do that?” He asks, holding her face delicately between his hands, “Breathe with me.”

Y/n sucks in a deep breath when Harry inhales deeply, attempting to rid all the anxiety and pain settling inside of her. Her inhale is broken between hiccups and cries, but as she keeps eye contact with him as she tries to calm down, a little part of her feels revived.

“It hurts.” She whimpers between sobs, referring to the pain in her chest and the throbbing in her head that just can’t seem to heal.

She watches as Harry’s face scrunches with an agonizing cry, and she knows he’s aware of exactly what she’s talking about. She’s been brokenhearted for so long, she doesn’t even think he’s the least bit shocked when she tells him her heart is hurting.

“I know, baby. I know.” He whispers as he kisses her forehead gently. “Let’s get you home, yeah? Make you feel better?”

And as much as she wants to hate him, or yell at him for everything he’s done to her and make him understand just how much of her life he’s ruined, she genuinely feels like her body is going to collapse at any given moment. She needs him, even if it’s just for right now, she has to just focus on everything happening in the now. Harry’s come back to her and she’s about to go back home.

Because if she doesn’t think about the present moment—Harry holding her, Harry kissing her, Harry about to take the both of them back to their house—she’ll never find a way to fix herself. She’ll be stuck in this anxiety and pain for far too long—so long that it could actually kill her.

So she closes her eyes, only focusing on his touch and his breath fanning over her wet face. She forgets the t-shirt, she forgets all the times he’s ignored her after declaring them to take a break, and she forgets about Jessica. At least for right now, she can focus on all that tomorrow.

She nods, and it’s then Harry notices how much more calm she is. Although she’s still crying and still incapable of speaking much from the aching in her throat, she’s breathing properly again and her once undying sobs have turned into soft whimpers.

He leans in so that he can properly wrap his arms around her, hooking one hand on her back and the other under her knees. There’s no way in hell she’s capable of walking—not like this, and in all honesty, he would much rather hold her now than leave her side for another second.

It’s when Y/n is being held so close to him again that the aching in her chest seems to almost vanish completely. And although there is still a weight on top of her lungs, and still a slight uncomfortableness in her heart, she’s finally able to breathe again.

“I’m gonna make this all better, okay? I promise you, gonna fix you.” He mumbles with his lips against her hairline, making sure to keep rubbing the back of her neck softly.

It’s a promise he intends on keeping—a promise he never plans on breaking again. He could never live with himself if he were to keep putting her through all of this pain. She’s the most undeserving person—he knows that—and he knows she’s too pure to go through all that she’s been through the past couple of months.

The car ride is completely silent, only Y/n’s cries and small sniffles filling the empty space. Although she still isn’t completely calm, she’s improved so much since he first came to pick her up and it is able to keep his mind at ease. At least while he drives.

And he doesn’t miss her hand sneaking over the console to intertwine her fingers with his. He doesn’t expect it but he also doesn’t mind it. If anything, it makes him feel better just as much as it does her.

When they pull up to the driveway of their once shared house, every bit of composure she’s withheld in her body is breaking down by the second. Her strength is wearing thin, and knowing she’ll be reuniting in the house where Y/n and Harry once had everything makes her more afraid than ever.

Harry notices her sudden shift in mood and doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle himself from his seat and walk around the car to where her exhausted figure is sobbing, slumped against the passenger seat. He sighs meekly before unbuckling her, as well, and lifting her against him the way he had before.

“Hey there, s’alright, I’m here. We’ll work this out, but you need to sleep first, yeah? Looking very pale and I know you well enough to see you’ve been lacking sleep.”

Although they both know Y/n isn’t going to respond, she wants to continue listening to him speak. It’s something she hasn’t heard in so long, and she wouldn’t even care if he was talking about the goddamn weather, she just wants to hear him again.

He keeps talking, too, because he notices the effects of his voice on her anxiety and how the muscles in her body relax under his words. He’ll stop at nothing to make sure she’s okay again, even if it means having a one-sided conversation.

“You know how you are, too—grumpy and sensitive when you’re tired. Almost take my head off if you don’t get more than seven hours. Remember that one time at my mum’s Christmas dinner party? Barely slept the night before from wrapping so many gifts that you genuinely got upset with me for not knowing your favorite alcoholic beverage.” He chuckles softly. “Funny lil thing.“

Through the nonstop crying and the frown that hasn’t left Y/n’s lips in what feels like an eternity, the first smile stretches from her lips. It’s the smallest closed mouth smile he’s ever seen, but it’s there, and it’s the most genuine feeling of happiness she’s had in so long.

When Harry unlocks the door, he wastes no time making his way over to their couch. He knows very well that she wouldn’t want to sleep on their bed, considering she’s well aware of what he did with Jessica on that bed and he wants no reason to upset her any further.

He sets her down in front of the couch, petting the top of her head softly before gathering a blanket and a pillow for her to sleep on.

He sets it up like a bed, almost, before turning to leave so that she can have her privacy. He doesn’t think she’d want to sleep with him, so he decides to sleep in the guest bedroom since he knows she’d always pick the living room couch over that room.

But before he gets too far, Y/n weakly captures his fingers in hers, pulling him back towards her.

His head snaps down to her finger, noticing the rose ring being worn beautifully on her middle finger. He almost chokes when he sees it on her, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in half confusion and half in awe.

“Please,” she whimpers, “stay.”

He snaps out of his trance at her words, slowly nodding his head as a small “of course” falls from his lips.

He lays comfortably on the couch, looking up at her when he finds a position where she can lay beside him.

“If you want you can take the—alright” he huffs.

His eyes narrow as he watches her lay on top of him—fully on top of him; her cheek nesting right where his shoulder meets his neck as her arms slither around his sides until her hands meet under his back. Her legs tangle perfectly in between his, and in any other circumstance, this probably wouldn’t have been an ideal sleeping position for the either of them. But Y/n is exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she feels this is the only position she can sleep.

Harry doesn’t mind, and easily ignores the subtle uncomfortableness in his back as he wraps his arms securely around her frame.

Although Y/n is already fast asleep on top of it, he’s unsure how he can close his eyes for longer than a blink. This could be the last chance he has to be with her in this way. He’s unsure what tomorrow holds for the both of them and their relationship—it could end entirely or create an entirely new beginning.

With the possibilities almost endless against their favor, he doesn’t want to miss a second of what could be the last of her in his life. So, he embraces the feeling of her tight hold, the little puddle of drool on the shoulder of his t-shirt, and the tickle on his chin from her loose strands of hair, because this could be the last time he feels all of that.

But he also can’t help but feel that small bit of hope still latching onto him. That somewhere—deep down—he knows they belong to each other for the rest of their lives. And that, maybe, if the universe decides that their relationship should end tomorrow, he knows destiny will find a way for the both of them again.

So, he holds her a little tighter, breathes her in a little harsher, and soaks up all the extra warmth in her body, and prays that everything will be okay.

rickmorty fic rec list

hey! here it is! that fic rec list i said i was gonna do for 200 followers, and yet here i am…at 473 followers HAHAHAHA just a liiitle late there – seriously tho, thank you all! this is such a chill and supportive community~

just a couple notes on the list: i decided to narrow it down to 30, which made things more difficult than i expected(there’s just soo many good ones, guys!); i didn’t want to include more than two fics from a single writer; i included series, but only if the stories were interconnected; for a couple of the series that didn’t have overall summaries i just used the summary from the first fic in the series, and one fic didn’t have a description at all, so i ended up using the first sentence, since it seemed to fit; these are in completely random order.

some of these are obvious picks (basically classics), but hopefully you’ll find something new or interesting! i absolutely love every one of these! thank you to all the writers for being so amazing, and bringing me so much joy (and tears) with these fics!!

Whiskey And Water by firstbornking

cov·et

1. desire wrongfully, inordinately, or without due regard for the rights of others.
2. yearn to possess or have.

In which Rick and Morty get separated on the Citadel, Rick’s patience is tried and Morty suffers the consequences of his own poor judgement.

Just a Palmful of Elbow Grease by lemonsweet

Morty encounters some difficulties while attempting to smuggle some inter-dimensional contraband for his grandfather.

It occurrs to Rick that Morty is taking an awfully long time in the bathroom.

Honey And Vinegar by firstbornking

ma·nip·u·late

1. handle or control (a tool, mechanism, etc.), typically in a skillful manner.
2. control or influence (a person or situation) cleverly, unfairly, or unscrupulously.

In which Rick and Morty take another spin on the cycle of abuse, Rick is shameless and Morty is broken down one ‘I love you’ at a time.

When the Night is Long by Breadalby

Morty has nightmares and coping issues. Rick mocks and subsequently consoles him the only way he knows how.

It Cages a Demon by TripleX_Tyrant

When Rick captures a powerful being from a demonic dimension - a demon with the ability to devour thoughts - Morty’s consciousness is pulled into the demon’s cage. Rick must go in after him before Morty’s consciousness is completely consumed. But this isn’t what the inside of the cage should look like. And if Rick wants to save Morty, he’ll have to survive in a place where paths are unclear and monsters manifest.

Rick knew his own mind was complex. But he wasn’t ready for this.

Frick the Rick by mariachiMushroom

Rick realizes he and Morty are in a fanfic, and the only way to finish the story is to have sex.

Miami Rick and Morty by AndersAndrew and futagogo

That night, they’d narrowly escaped a mob of pissed-off mafiosos that Rick owed money.
Morty laid his head on the old man’s thigh as they drove, enjoying the quiet and the feel of Rick’s delicate fingers through his bleach-blond hair.

“With this much cash, the universe is our oyster, MoOURGHty!” Rick exclaimed.

“I just want to dance.”

Morty’s Are Only A Reflection Of Their Ricks by KallikRose

“This Morty has seen everything… but has yet to feel the warmth of a loving touch.”

Three eye Morty has been through hell. After his parents divorce, Summer running away and Rick dying of a heart attack, Morty takes Ricks portal gun and goes on the run. He becomes a hitman on an alien planet just to get by. But what happens when years later he’s offered a ton of money to kill a Rick that he eventually falls for?

The Citadel of Lost Children by futagogo


The origin story of The One True Morty.
 

Rick and Morty Get Real by JenKristo

Right before leaving for college, Morty confesses that he’s attracted to Rick, and Rick turns him down flat. Only, Rick can’t stop thinking about it. They both look for answers through interdimensional travel, alcohol and experimentation. Plus, with Morty returning home for Thanksgiving break, they’re going to have to face each other.

Slow Dancing on Hot Coals by rickandmortygetschwifty

Rick and Morty have a serious disagreement about the state of their relationship.

Fethishizing the Extraordinary by berlitzschen

In a panel, Justin Roiland said that Beth “fetishizes the extraordinary” and said something else to the effect that Beth wants Morty to be extraordinary like her father, and values it above anything else. This, coupled with wives commonly responding with tolerance and forgiveness when they find out their spouses molested their child, made me think Beth might not actually throw Rick out if she were to discover them.

So here’s a fic about all the fucked up shit that implies, undercutting an otherwise fairly senseless story about Rick and Morty’s relationship.

Death shall have no dominion by too_much_pressure_for_a_username

“You d-don’t have a clue w-what love is, Morty,” Rick tells him. “You’re not c-capable of loving anything b-besides yourself and, and your c-creepy little stuffed animals.”
There’s something about the way Rick says this, something hollow and dead that tells him Rick isn’t lying or trying to get back at him for lashing out. The wild anger has dissipated. And if Rick isn’t saying this because he’s mad at Morty…
…Then he’s saying it because he really believes it.

college morty by dadvans

Morty hasn’t seen Rick in three years. Rick needs Morty’s fingerprints. Rick always needs more than he asks for.

All Yours by a_side_of_sin

From day one, Rick had always been blindingly clear on the nature of their relationship.

Feel You In My Bones by E707

There would have been nothing unusual about the dreams at all, really, if Morty hadn’t woken after each and every one with a fierce and unrelenting erection.

life is sweeter when it’s wrapped in debauchery by gaily-daily

C-622 Morty runs through the wrong portal, and because the universe loves dramatic irony, he ends up in a college dorm room where Rick and Stanford are roommates. Unfortunately (or fortunately??) Rick takes a liking to him.

Morty’s Ricksicion by Dapperstiel and Pretty_Princess_Sheep

Overly intoxicated, Rick comes onto Morty, leaving the two at odds. Unknown to Morty, his decision on how to deal with Rick will drastically alter the future, creating two alternate realities, and two possible endings.

RickMorty TrashPile by trashfreak

Rick gets what he wants. Morty learns to like giving it to him.

a whole world in here by laskofresho

“I’m lonely, Rick,” he mumbled.

“It’s a pretty big, lonely existence out there, Morty.”

Another You by The-Clairvoyant-Rick

Morty shifted nervously, unable to meet the eyes of the man who looked so much like his grandfather, “W-what can I-I-I get for $85?” Morty pulled a wad of crumpled bills from his jeans, trembling from the adrenaline of what he was asking.

A tell-tale grin curved the blue haired man’s lips into a predatory smirk before he leaned down, smoothly pocketing the bills, his breath tickling the shell of Morty’s ear, “48 minutes of whatever the fuck you want.”

The Great Rick-xup by mariachiMushroom

During a routine “resource acquisition” mission, C-136 Rick gets his Morty switched with B-290 Rick’s Morty. The B-290 Rick and Morty just so happen to be in a sexual relationship. Hilarity ensues.

You Know Where To Find Me by The-Clairvoyant-Rick

As much of an asshole as Rick was, as manipulative and cruel and downright hurtful as the man could be, especially to him, Rick wasn’t a rapist, and he never had been. If Morty said stop, if he told Rick to stop touching him and to get off, he knew his grandpa would listen. He knew Rick would walk away from him. And that’s precisely why he’d never say it. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how badly Morty wanted to shove him away and tell Rick to fuck off, he couldn’t. Because if he did, the older man would listen, and that’d be the end.

Sticks and Stones by JenKristo

Evil Morty has experienced a lifetime of suffering under the hands of Ricks. But when he’s assigned to a pure and gentle ‘Doofus’ Rick, he begins to question his purpose in life.

Baby, I’m Yours by sinbiscuit

Morty discovers the power of language. Specifically, one little word.

The Universe’s Lullaby by ferretpaws

It’s the universe’s lullaby and he drowns in it.

Dazed and Rickfused by KousKousx

He had kissed Rick–he just had to fucking kiss him, out of whatever desperation that was suffocating him–and he was afraid things would never be the same.

Fads by KousKousx

Even with the divide, all Rick’s of differing opinions and decrees agreed on one thing: what a Rick did with his Morty was that Rick’s business, and that Rick’s business alone.

The Device by simplescribe

Rick stood swaying slightly in the doorway to Morty’s room, silhouetted by the hallway light behind him, a gaunt looming figure framed by the door. He blinked blearily, colours and shapes fuzzing and blending together, reaching a hand out to steady himself on the doorframe. His heart was thudding in his chest, and he reached instinctively for his flask even though he really didn’t need it. A quick shake revealed it was empty anyway. Of course it was.

Devour by cakeboobs

Rick and Morty AU - Dimension F-212 : Rick is a world-famous chef, owning his own exclusive restaurant and widely known for some of the best food in the galaxy. Morty is a young, talented, prodigy chef, making food that is so delectable it inspires powerful emotions in those who consume it. Rick takes Morty under his wing as his apprentice, and between crazy ingredient-hunting adventures, and long, hot days in the restaurant kitchen, Morty develops a crush on his selfish, chain-smoking, gorgeous chef grandfather.



BONUS(this one isn’t actually a rickmorty fic so it’s not cheating lol):

A little problem by 5bluetriangles

Morty has trouble with waking up in the middle of night needing to pee and not making it to the bathroom. Rick has a plan to help him that Morty was not expecting.

cave me in

college au 

pairing: jinyoung | reader 

genre: fluff + slight angst

word count: 4.658

requested by anon 

description: you should’ve known that asking your best friend turned ex-boyfriend for a favor would never turn out the way you expected. 


The moment you come to a stop outside the clandestine coffee shop that sits a few meters away from the Engineering Research Building, you know you have screwed up. 

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9 Months || K.A.

Originally posted by bttyandvronica

Word Count: 3454

Pairing: Kj x reader

Summary: Memories flash in your mind as you find out life changing news.

Warnings: pregnancy, sweet smut, anxiousness

Requested by anon:

“Could you maybe do an imagine with KJ Apa where you find out you’re pregnant and you don’t tell him right away bc you’re worried he’ll leave you but when you do tell him he’s overjoyed.”

“Hi! Could you do a KJ Apa imagine where the reader waits to tell him she’s pregnant bc she thinks he’ll leave her but when she does tell him he’s overjoyed?:)”

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It was nerve racking 3 minutes. Sitting on the cold toilet lid with your arms bent on your knees supporting the weight of your head, which felt like the weight of the world, you waited. You could hear the thump of your heart beating in your ears even though your chest felt empty.

You lifted your head up, ran your fingers through your hair, and let a heavy sigh out from between your lips. Your eyes drifted to the white stick sitting on the bathroom counter then over to the clock on the wall. You focused on the second hand which seemed to be moving usually slow. A low hum mixed with the ticking of clock filled your ears.

You jumped in your skin when your phone buzzed against the marble counter and the radar sound interrupted the clock’s loud thumping. It had been 3 minutes. You reached for the loud machine and turned off the jarring sound, setting it back down. You brought your pointer finger between your teeth as you bit down on your nail nervously.

You stared at the test, unable to move. You wanted to know what the result would be, whether your life would ever be the same after today. But you physically couldn’t move, and memories of your life before this rainy September night flashed before your eyes.

You remember the first time you met him. You had just moved to Los Angeles in pursuit of your dream of being a writer for the entertainment industry whether that be movies, tv shows, or anything in between. You were going to UCLA on a full ride and they had offered a program that helps students find internships that went with their majors.

You had applied for the program, and they had given you many options of different great opportunities that would help you grow and learn. After careful consideration, you decided to take an internship with an up incoming CW show, Riverdale. There you would be working on and off set with everything from sitting in on writers’ meetings to the filming of scenes.

It was about a month into the internship, when they started to film the show. Before, you were sitting in on meetings, taking notes on how the writers interacted with each other, and getting breakfast for the writers. You were nervous for this new part in your internship, because before you were in a controlled setting with the same people every day, but now your schedule could change at any moment and you didn’t know how many people you would be getting coffee for now.

You pushed the nerves to the side, determined to get as much as you could from this internship. When you got on set, they told you to follow the scene with the script just in case one of the actors needed a line. You grabbed a pen and decided to take notes on how the script changed from either the actor’s improvising or the director’s instruction.

“We figured it was the serpents, angry for getting kicked off their land, but now that I know you’re a serpent, I’m thinking this is personal.” This was the first sentence you had ever said to him. After the day was wrapped, he had approached you and struck up a conversation. You had become friends on set soon becoming an off set relationship. After your internship ended, he had asked you out. That was 5 years ago. Since then you had fallen in love with the brown eyed boy.

You were brought out of your trance as you felt a drop on your knee. Blinking rapidly, you realized that somewhere from the time that the alarm went off and now that you had started crying. You weren’t sure what you were crying for because you still weren’t sure what you wanted the test to say.

Would it be the worst thing in the world if you were pregnant? You knew who the father would be, but how would he react? Would he be happy and ready to start a family at the age of 25 or would he be disgusted at the idea of being tied down at such a young age and leave you to raise the baby alone? You trusted Kj completely, but being a parent would be a drastic lifestyle change. You would have the life of another human being in your hands to take care of for 18 years.

The suspense was killing you. Grabbing the test hastily, you decided to just rip the band-aid off. When your eyes focused on the stick in your hands, it dropped to the floor and your hand flew up to your opened mouth. Tears fell down your cheek as you pulled your knees into your chest.

You closed your eyes and Kj appeared in the blackness. He was wearing a blue button up and black jeans. It was the night of your 1-year anniversary. You knew because that was the only time Kj had ever worn that shirt and the only reason he did was because he was taking you to a fancy restaurant in Hollywood.

He was in your small apartment’s only bedroom, and he was looking at you with love in his eyes. He came closer and placed his hands on your hips and looked you in your eyes with the biggest grin on his face.

“What are you so happy about, Mr. Apa?” You teased as you cupped his face in your hands.

“How could I not be happy when I’m the luckiest guy in the world and I have you to thank for that.” A glow was radiating off him as he spoke.

“Y’know, some people say I have that affect.” You giggled as you pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss.

Kj’s hands started to roam as he deepened the kiss with his tongue passing between your lips. He squeezed your ass and you let out a laugh, braking the kiss. Kj, with his hands still around you, walked backwards until he fell on the bed, taking you with him.

Your laugh got louder as your body collapsed on top of his. You connected your lips again this time sloppier. You dragged your hands down to his lower waist where you pushed his shirt up while dragging your nails on his exposed skin. When you had left soft red marks along his torso, you pushed against him, bringing you up to straddle his waist.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re way out of my league. I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful.” Kj murmured out.

“You had way too much to drink at dinner tonight.” You teased and lightly slapped his chest.

“I might have,” He laughed, “but I still think your beautiful and I don’t tell you that enough.” You were beginning to blush and went to cover your face with your hands, but he grabbed them before you could. “Don’t hide from me, babe” He giggled and brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed each one.

The gesture was so simple, but still made your heart swell.

“I love you.” The two of you had exchanged those words before, but tonight they felt different. It was like they had more meaning, more weight. It made you feel warm inside, because it actually sounded like he meant it.

You leaned down to once again connect your lips with his. It was a soft kiss, but you could feel the love behind it. You reached to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, breaking the kiss for a moment before Kj grabbed you by the back of your neck and softly pulled you back down.

You moved your hips slowly against his clothed crotch. By this time, your dress had rose to pool around your waist.

Kj let out a small grunt of pleasure when you pressed down onto his already semi hard cock. Kj suddenly flipped you to where you were on the bottom and he was hovering above you.

You had a confused look on your face, because Kj had always preferred when you were on top before. “I want tonight to be different, princess.” He whispered into your ears and shivers went down your spine.

Kj reached down and pulled your dress off you, and with one hand, undid your bra. He grabbed one of your boobs with his large, calloused hand and massaged it. He lightly twisted your nipple with his thumb and pointer finger. You let out a sigh of pleasure when he started to suck on the other nipple. His tongue swirled around the hard bud, lightly raking his teeth on the sensitive skin. He switched to the other boob, paying it as much attention as he did the other one, before releasing it with a pop.

His lips traveled down, leaving a wet trail behind them as he kissed down your body. He stopped at the bottom of your torso and started to suck softly. You could feel the pressure he was creating as he continued to suck harder, beginning to leave a mark. Once he had left a few marks, he started to make his way back up.

As he kissed every inch of your body, you couldn’t help but feel submissive to this man. He made you feel so safe and loved that you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you. It was this moment that you could see yourself with Kj for the rest of your life. You could see yourself making a family and buying a home with him, and you couldn’t say that about any of your other relationships.

With your vision slightly clouded, you brought your hand down to his belt buckle and fumbled with it before you finally got it undone. You pushed down his jeans and boxers with one swoop. You didn’t want to waste any time.

Kj brought his hand done to your cunt, and slowly dragged he sides down. He ghosted his hand in front of your center. You could feel the heat off his skin; he was so close and all you wanted was he touch.

He dragged a finger between your folds, giving you a stunned look. “You already so wet for me.” Kj grunted.

You innocently giggled before pulling his head down to kiss him again. You tried to express what you were feeling through the kiss by putting all your force into it. He lined up with your core, and slowly pushed in. You gasped into his kiss, and he laid his forehead on yours, taking in the details of your expression. Your eyes scrunched up along with your nose, and your mouth went agape.

Kj gave you a moment to adjust to his size while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He started to slowly thrust and held eye contact with you. This time felt different. You felt more connected with him not only physically but emotionally too. It felt as though you were one with each other and you knew Kj felt the same way by the look in his eyes.

Kj picked up the pace and you seethed in a deep breath. You pulled on his hair when he connected his thumb to your clit. He didn’t need to, because the mental feeling alone doubled the pleasure. A pressure had started to form in the pit of your stomach as Kj kept a steady pace.

You knew Kj was close when he started to harshly buck into you. He repeatedly pressed on a spot inside of you that made your back arch off the bed. “Fuck, Kj keep doing that.” You moaned loudly.

After a few more rough thrusts, you felt a wave of pleasure take control of you. Your toes curled and you dug your fingernails into his back. You clenched your walls around his cock which pushed him over the edge. He let a few profanities slip pass his lips and you felt him shudder on top of you. You also felt his cum shoot up into you, but you weren’t worried since you were on birth control.

You remembered the carefree feeling you had during that moment as you finally opened your eyes again, coming back to reality. You wished that you were back in that moment, making love for the first time not just having sex, instead of being alone in your bathroom crying.

You also missed the carefree feeling that birth control had. You had taken yourself off it when it started to do nothing for your periods, which was the reason for wanting to take it in the first place. You didn’t want to pay for something that didn’t do what you wanted it to do. You convinced yourself that you and Kj would be careful. But that obviously didn’t work. It was hard to remember after years of not having to worry about it. There were a couple of times where he had come in you, but you never worried about it, because you would always get your period.

You started to freak out when you were 2 weeks late, but you convinced yourself that your body was just changing, because this has happened before when you were younger. It was when you were 3 weeks that you started to worry, but you decided to wait until you were 4 weeks to take a pregnancy test.

You were hoping that it was negative, so you wouldn’t have to tell Kj anything. But now you had to. You stood up, shivering when your bare feet connected with the cold floor. It was too late to tell him tonight as the clock read 11:37pm, and to be honest, you were scared to tell him.

Yes, you had been in a committed relationship for 5 years, but you couldn’t predict how he would react. Would he be excited and engulf you into his arms, or would he have a look of disappointment and walk out? That’s what he usually did when he was upset with you - walk out. He said that he needed to walk away before he said something he would regret. Would he regret this?


It’s been 5 days since you found out that you were excepting Kj’s baby. You hadn’t brought yourself to tell him, because you didn’t know how. Should you make it a big deal and a large dinner for the two of you and tell him then, or should you leave the test out for him to find?

You pushed the thought out of your mind as you started to get ready. Kj’s best friend had just gotten engaged and was throwing a party to celebrate. Thankfully, you weren’t showing very much so you could still wear the dress that you had picked out before. It was a white dress with lace details that came to mid-thigh. You pared it with nude heals that you knew you would regret before the night ended.

Kj peaked his head into the doorway, “Don’t you look beautiful tonight, love.”

“I was about to say the same thing about you. You’re looking dapper tonight with that suit, Mr. Apa,” You marveled looking him over.

Kj walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, looking at the two of you in the mirror and gave you a soft kiss on your temple, “Do you ever feel like you’re running out of time?”

“What do you mean?” You asked scrunching your eyebrows together.

“I don’t know. I’m 25 and what have I done with my life? I’m not talking about career wise, because I right where I want to be, but like personally.” He rambled, talking more to himself than to you.

“Let’s see. You have an amazing girlfriend, a gorgeous house, and a golden retriever who loves you. What else can you ask for?” You joked, grinning at him as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

He spun you around in his arms, “I guess you’re right. You’re all I need to be happy.”

You reached up and connected your lips to his for a sweet kiss. “Now go, so I can get ready. We don’t want to be late.” Kj nodded and pecked your lips one more time before hesitantly leaving you to finish getting ready.

It took you another 20 minutes until you were ready to leave and another 15 minutes to get to his best friend’s house. You pulled up to the large house that had a string of cars lining the driveway and connecting street. When you walked up to the door, you found that it was open and you both walked in.

“Aye, Kj! What’s up, my man!” Charles screamed from the other side of the room as he made his way over to the two of you.

“Nothing compared to you,” Kj laughed and you couldn’t help but smile too, “Congrats, I’m really happy for you and Lili.”

“Thanks, bro. I’m so excited to spend the rest of my life with this girl, but especially for the honeymoon if you know what I mean.” Charles joked and elbowed Kj’s side in a playful manner.

They continued to talk and you looked around. The whole cast of Riverdale showed up, not to your surprise. They had all become so successful after the show ended. Cole had become a renowned photographer, Camilla had become a New York Times’s bestselling author, and Madelaine had been booking major roles in several big box office movies.

You were broken out of your trance with Kj’s hand lightly grabbed your elbow. “Do you want a drink?” He asked after Charles had left.

“A water would be great. It’s kind of hot in here,” You confessed as you started to fan yourself with your hand.

“C’mon, just one drink. Let loose, you’ve been working so hard lately. You deserve one drink,” Kj whined as he grabbed both of your hands and started to lightly swing them.

“I don’t want to drink tonight. I mean, someone has to drive us home when you get shit faced.” You smirked lightly already knowing that he was going to drink way too much tonight.

“We can call an un uber! Charles wouldn’t mind us leaving our car here for a night,” Kj pushed. You obviously knew you couldn’t drink due to the life growing in your belly, but Kj had no idea.

“Kj, I just can’t.” You stated seriously, giving him a look to try and get him to back off.

He started to chuckle, clearly not understanding the look in your eye, “What are you? Pregnant?” He obviously said this as a joke as he was laughing until he finally looked in your eyes.

You didn’t respond and looked in his eyes and raised your eyebrows before looking off. “Wait, what was that look?” Kj suddenly got serious as he brought his hand to your jaw and moved your face to look at him.

“I can’t drink because,” you paused because you feared his reaction. Every possible outcome played in your mind before you gulped a large lump in your throat and blurted, “I’m pregnant.”

Kj had no emotion on his face and you couldn’t read his expression. You suddenly went cold and you could feel all the blood rush from your face. Your eyes roamed over his features, looking for any sign of emotion, but there was none.

“You’re pre-pregnant?” He stuttered with his mouth open slightly.

“Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I just didn’t know how to and I was worried that you would be upset or angry or unhappy. If you don’t want to be a father right now, I completely understand, we can work something out. I hope that you stay—” You rushed out in one breath.

You were interrupted with Kj yelling, “She’s pregnant! I’m a father!” Everyone looked at you and started clapping. Kj wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, lightly spinning you around. He brought his lips to yours and kissed you softly. You could feel the love and happiness he was feeling through this kiss.

Kj set you back down and laid his forehead on yours, “I’m a father,” he whispered.

“You’ve got 9 months, Mr. Apa” You chuckled, tears springing in your eyes. His reaction went beyond your expectations. This might have not been the way you wanted to tell Kj, but you wouldn’t change anything about it.

“You’re finally going to be daddy!” Lili yelled from across the room. Everyone erupted with laughter, and Kj fist bumped in the air, a look of accomplishment on his face before he started laughing too.


a/n: Hey guys! This is my longest piece ever so excuse any typos! Tell me what you think in my inbox, I love hearing from y’all! I’m really proud of how long it is, I’ve been trying to make my imagines longer so this is a real accomplishment!

Dating Jungkook would be like

-always having a good laugh when you remember how he confessed and how you two got together

-actually…you’re not 100% sure if almost breaking your phone while he was taking a selfie of you two because he was way to nervous from being only a few inches from you, suddenly blurting out that he likes you, denying it and trying to play it off as a joke only a few seconds after, only to accidentally tell you he likes you again, actually counts as a…confession

-but you got together after spending half an hour and using some drastic measures to convince him you like him to so who are you to questions his methods

-getting too handsy way too fast like..two days into your relationship but it doesn’t take you a while to realize he actually has no idea what he’s supposed to do

-being way to shy in some other aspects, like almost passing out after your first kiss and you’re like ‘’Your hand wasn’t that shy earlier…’’…your comment obviously doesn’t help

-you find that gap incredibly cute and don’t waist any opportunity to tell him that

-adjective ‘’cute’’ is not exactly the one he wants to hear so he’ll take his revenge by using it against you

-you stopped calling him cute in front of him after your new lingerie for a special occasion was classified as ‘’cute’’ 

-he’s a little devil in disguise 

-despite that, he’s the biggest fan of cuddles

-even though his awkward self has no idea how to start them

-so you’re either being ambushed and suddenly being pulled into a hug while you’re walking to the kitchen

-or facing a century long journey of Jungkook’s hand from its place on his thigh to your waist when you’re watching a movie on the couch

-exercising together and him checking you out when you’re not looking

-almost earning a few broken bones from the struggle of pretending he wasn’t doing anything after you notice him

-blurting out unexpected compliments an the most unexpected times and taking a whole day to stop blushing

-reading comic books together, you sitting between his legs and him hugging you from behind

-having to deal with his constant and loud fanboying when his favorite character appears and constant neck kisses that really don’t help you concentrate on the plot

-him being determined to go on a trip with you as soon as he can and is coming up with with a different destination every day

-you’re pretty sure he doesn’t care where he’s going as long as you’re with him

-waking you up at 5 in the morning to ask you if you want to go take a walk at the beach and you’re like ‘’is this supposed to be romantic and if it is it’s too early for that’’

-still going with him because it’s Jungkook and you can’t say no to him and he knows it and because he gave you one of his shirts to wear

-sharing headphones which is just another excuse to be as close to you as possible without actually asking for it out loud

-responding to his messages with Jungkook memes

-leaving his shirts everywhere in sneaky plan of tempting you to take them

-realizing a huge mistake he made when you show up wearing one and you two are not alone

-when you’re surrounded by other people his eyes are constantly looking for you and somehow he always ends up by your side again, even if it’s uncounsciously 

-finding him in the middle of the room just staring into space after a tiring day and just bumping into him, making him smile and just silently leading him into your bedroom and in those moments no words are needed because you both know exactly how the other one feels

-chasing him through the house after he ate all your cookies, ‘’You can’t eat your own kind, Jeon Jungkook!’’

-him finding you watching their dance practices and admiring his legs

-him enjoying the show

-also him trying to look fierce af whenever a guy lays a look on you even if it’s a cashier guy around 30 years older than you asking you if you want a bag 

-’He was eyeing you in a weird way!’’, ‘’He was probably trying to signal me that help is on the way since the guy I was with was trying to double his size…’’

-clumsy lover in the beginning

-destroying the bed headboard after a few months

-almost unnoticeable first ‘’i love you’’ but you know, whispered in the dark when both of you were half asleep

-it’s not something he would say often just for the sake of saying it, just like he’s afraid it will lose its meaning…but still a day wouldn’t go by without him showing you how much he loves you even if it’s just an action that goes unnoticed by the other and sometimes even by him

Theory Time: The Mad Hatter Madness

ok so, i was thinking with myself for sometime now about an issue that Alice through the looking glass made clear.

Alice made the Mad Hatter mad.

how?

it’ll be a long, long, long (really, trust me) ride, so try to keep up with me.

i can promise it will be worth it.

READ PART 2 HERE

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Imagine knowing about the supernatural in Beacon Hills ever since your two little cousins were saved by a teenager with super strength. You thought their tale of a girl with yellow eyes and fangs who was trying to attack them was just a joke, but after a while you start to notice impossible things. Then when rumors around school start to fly around about Liam being a monster, you realize not all monsters do monstrous things. So when you hear Liam is being targeted by a bunch of bullies to get him to shift in front of everyone, you decide to step in.

Originally posted by secretgif-s

Liam X Reader

Something weird is going on.

Well to be fair something weird is always going on in Beacon Hills, but this time it’s worse. People are paranoid about something, always looking over their shoulder and fidgeting nervously when in the same room as someone in particular. But that fear and paranoia quickly turns into anger, and you start to realize that certain students at school are being singled out.

But the thing is, you know why everyone’s acting shady. You have known for a while now that some people are more than just human, as unbelievable as that sounds, but it’s the truth. Your two little cousins had once been attacked by a girl with yellow glowing eyes, fangs and claws, but had been saved by a boy with superhuman strength. Everyone had thought them to be making it up, but as the years slowly passed you realized maybe there was some truth to their words.

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Alleyways - Smut

Originally posted by stilinski-for-alpha

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Isaac Lahey/Reader
Words: 1,971

Request: hey! i was listening to alleyways (the neighbourhood) and it gave me an idea. my idea was for isaac (set after he was bitten and turned into a complete jerk off) and the reader is upset that they aren’t close and he’s mean, essentially pushing her away and she confronts him & he gets mad?? maybe some angry smut.
and
My bff @princessdavina requested some Isaac smut.

AN: Fucking Isaac Lahey Lax smut, you’re fucking welcome.


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You frowned at the back of Isaac’s head, your grip on your pen tightening. If you were a little stronger you thought you’d probably break it in half. You were so aggravated at that curly haired asshole that you were silently quaking in your chair. What was his fucking problem?

You’d been friends with Isaac Lahey since you were kids. Your brothers had been friends, so by default you had spent a lot of time together. And when his brother had died, and his father had become abusive, it was your house he would come to to get away. You could remember nights in your living room, huddled under blanket forts, watching Indiana Jones movies, your mother and father always joking that you and Isaac would be married someday. And when you’d gotten older, nothing had changed. He was always there for you like you had always been for him. Best friends till the end. Or so you had thought.

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Graduation

On AO3 and Fanfiction.


Summary: It’s David who convinces Max to go to college, and David who is there to see Max’s hard work pay off.

For the prompt: Max goes to Camp Campbell every summer and he thinks he’s not going to do anything with his life but David convinces him to go to college and then at graduation Max thinks no one is going to come but then he sees David in the audience.


Although it’s been seven years since he started coming to Camp Campbell, Max hasn’t changed all that much. He’s taller, sure, but he isn’t as tall as David, and has evidently began to shave at some point during the year because he has a faint stubble that definitely wasn’t there the previous year. It’s been a weird and unique experience getting to see Max grow up. The majority of the kids only stay for one summer, but every year since he was nine, Max has been there.

Every year, it’s taken David a little bit of time to break through Max’s hard exterior, caused by the fact his parents have never tried to care. This year was no different, but it had only taken him a couple of days this time around.

The last day of camp, David finds him at the lake. It’s where he typically goes, after all the other kids have left. Inevitably, David will be the one who has to take him home. He’ll have to plaster a smile on his face as he faces Max’s parents and pretends it’s okay that they didn’t show up to get Max again.

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Monthly Reads | January 2017
❤ THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK AND SHARING YOUR STORIES! ❤

Special mention⭐ & Top 5 + 16 more stories under the cut:

⭐ 2017 HL Prompt Challenge ⭐

“A small group of us came together to do a prompt challenge with fast deadlines to have some fun and see what we can do, and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!”
Authors: taggiecb, afirethatcannotdie, QuickedWeen, waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee, Awriterwrites, allwaswell16, LadyLondonderry, lululawrence
Prompts so far: Foundation, Bloodsucker, Hinge, Scream (revealed today)

Where Your Heart Is

by anhcor & tvshows_addict | College AU | hate to love | slow burn | 154k

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.
Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

Black With Autumn Rain

by whimsicule | thriller | crime | magical realism | 93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”
Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”
Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”
“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

Hold My Heart

by Awriterwrites & phdmama  for H/L Exchange 2016 | famous/non famous | Mile High Club | Actor!Louis | Doctor!Harry | 14k

“Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought.
“Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”
The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?”
Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.
Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.
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Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight.

What do you mean he’s coming?

by MediaWhore for HL Famous/Not Famous Fic Exchange | Childhood friends | famous/non famous | actor!louis | photographer!louis | 15k

When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson.

Harry is screwed.

Singing to tiny dancer

by BriaMaria | Famous/Non famous | Actor!Louis | 22k

“Yes!” Harry punched a fist into the air. He laughed at the confusion that wrinkled the little space between Louis’ brows.
“What?”
“You’re flirting with me,” Harry smiled, letting his dimples pop.
Louis’ face went blank for two seconds and then he rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth lifting. “Am not.”
“You soooo are,” Harry sang out, poking him in the shoulder. “You like me.”
“I was simply showing you how to actually bring… what did you call it? Your A-game.”
Harry adopted a patronizing expression, sure it would piss him off. “And you did great. Really.“
“Oi, fuck off,” Louis said, but he was actually laughing now. Outright. It was gorgeous and Harry wanted to live in this moment forever. It was the very best one he’d experienced. He wanted to always remember the image of Louis’ crinkled eyes, the sound of his breathy giggles, the smell of citrus that radiated off him as he swayed in his amusement. And Louis didn’t even know his name.

Or … When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.

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anonymous asked:

Sincerely three werewolf/vampire au where they're all different (human, vampire, and werewolf) but like they all freaking love each other anyway, after MANY difficulties with family and the whole "ummm arent we supposed to hate eachother?" and just live their slightly odd domestic lives together.

listen. i kno where u want me to go with this. i know ur all expecting jared/werewolf evan/human connor/vampire

but fuck the status quo

evan hansen has been living in self-isolation since he was a kid. when he was– when he was turned he was so ashamed, and so horribly terrified of hurting people that he just. shut himself in

his mom, part-time nurse and full-time worrier for her only son, did her best; searched far and wide for some cure, or at least something to lessen her son’s pain, but every full moon without fail he would turn into…that, and there was nothing she could do, other than let it pass and hope for the best.

but the isolation gets to him, and he develops anxiety at the thought of coming into contact with anyone other than his mom, and heidi decides that she needs to remedy this.

she sends him to high school.

(it goes about as well as you’d think)

his first day he has a panic attack in the bathroom, and the one person he tries to smile at flees the room scowling.

that person is resident vampire jared kleinman. 

he’d brag about being immortal if he could without getting himself killed (although he’s not a turned-vampire; he’s a vampire born to vampiric parents, and as such has only been on earth for less than two decades), but he can’t so he keeps mostly to himself. school is a chore, and he hates having to go, but usually slathering himself in spf 100 and spending his time playing video games and hacking inside does the trick.

and imagine his surprise when he walks into class on his first day of senior year and finds himself overcome with the scent of wet dog. he looks around for the offender, and locks eyes with a meek looking kid wearing a striped shirt, and he thinks this cant be the dog, but he takes another whiff and runs out of the room near gagging.

he intercepts him after their first class is over, pulls him into a supply closet, and deadpans: what the fuck.

evan spills immediately (mostly because he can tell immediately that this person isn’t human, and he doesnt have a chance of fending another supernatural creature off when the moon isnt out), and jared takes one look at this sad loser and decides to take him under his wing 

(not without making him invest in some cologne first, though)

and their friendship is…weird, but it works, for some reason. jared acts as a buffer between evan and the rest of the world when things get too much for him. evan comforts him in the dead of night when there’s blood on his shaking hands and he cant shake the word murderer from his head. jared perches himself on a lowhanging branch and talks to evan during those full moons, keeps him grounded and present. evan uses his temporarily stronger form to hunt woodland creatures for jared, so maybe the guilt will lessen, just for one night.

eventually, something changes, and soon neither of them can remember a time when they weren’t in love.

it’s one of these nights, as the sun is coming up and evan’s just turned back into a human, and jared’s draining one of evan’s catches, when connor murphy stumbles upon the two of them with a joint in his hand.

what the fuck, he says, and throws it as far away from himself as he can. 

they…kind of kidnap connor for the day, and keep him secure while his high wears off so they can explain to him whats going on, and hopefully convince him to keep his mouth shut.

(evan is shaking so badly he can hardly stand)

(jared isn’t much better)

and connor, still high as a kite, says: my fuckin luck that the boys i like turned out to be gay for each other and be a furry and a demon, huh

evan: boys i like,

jared: a furry and a demon???

suffice to say, they have a fuckin Chat.

when connor’s sober, he processes things…fairly well. takes it all in stride. evan turns into a dog during full moons? cool. jared dabbles in murder and has fangs? alright.

also, apparently you like us? jared asks, and thats when connor begins to panic

cue evan and jared having their own little chat (because this is a big decision to be made and communication is important, lads) and they decide..yknow…okay. we’re both open to trying this out, and seeing where it goes (because connor is kind of cute, and doesn’t seem to mind the whole not-entirely-human thing, so…)

so these three, a vampire, a werewolf, and a human, go on a date to jamba juice.

and from then on, it’s history.

the change is…not very drastic. they meld together surprisingly well? evan’s practically a space heater and his (human-temperatured and very cold) boyfriends love cuddling him at all times. jared is a Stronk Boy and likes to fly his bfs around. connor gets to take both boyfs home and watch his family squirm at the natural tension a werewolf and a vampire in the same room create.

they graduate together. get into the same state college, move into an apartment together. there’s still bad nights – evan still cant shake the anxiety towards meeting new people, jared still sometimes lies in bed, paralyzed with the thought of i’m a murderer, and connor’s mental health is still not optimal. but they get through day by day, and they love each other, and it’s okay.

The Sims 4: New Game Patch (May 25th, 2017)

Update: 05/25/2017 – PC Version 1.30.103.1010 / Mac Version 1.30.103.1210

Hello Simmers,

Welcome to the base game release for Parenthood! Which is all about those quiet family moments. Taking time to enjoy when things settle down. When all becomes quiet, and you can just take it all in, reflecting upon life…

..er, wait sorry. That’s like 20-30 years after parenthood begins (results may vary).

I meant to say, this is a hectic time. A time of crazy, noise filled chaos, where the concept of quiet exists for only 3 hours between 2 and 5 am. And where tension is worn like a badge of honor! So wear yours with pride, and let’s start with just a little bit of what’s new in this release…

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James and Lily live...

Snapshots of the Potter Family if James and Lily hadn’t died:

  • The Potter house is huge and warm, with red brick walls and giant windows. Sunlight streams through the open curtains, and tiny specks of dust hang suspended in the warm glow of the beams.
  • The color of the walls are a slightly different shade in every room, ranging from burgundy, to gold, to chestnut, to white, and to scarlet (and just about every color in between).
  • The coloring, of course, is a result of Lily’s multiple attempts to paint the house, but getting sidetracked partway through each time.
  • The floors are hardwood (with some tiling in the bathrooms) but they’re covered in a mismatched assortment of rugs.
  • Some are large and shaggy, other are small with pretty designs, and there’s a horrid olive-green one under the couch that no one really knows where it came from.
  • James thinks the rugs are charming, that they “bring character to the house.” Lily says that she hates them (but, in truth, she has a soft spot for the hazardous appearance of their house).
  • Their house is full of family pictures, and they also have a strange painting of a daffodil yellow clad wizard fighting a dragon (the wizard is awfully loud with a high-pitched voice, but the dragon is sweet and bashful).
  • Of course, there’s cat fur over everything (furniture, clothes, everything).
  • A patchwork pile of pillows covers every piece of furniture, and blankets can be found in every inch of the house (they’re warm and woolly, a mix of nice plaid ones and some chunky, misshapen ones that Lily knitted)
  • Outside, there’s a small garden, and it’s just as much of a palette of random colors as everything else they own. There’s a big yard and giant trees that Lily like to sit beneath and watch the leaves fall.
  • The yard and house alike are strewn with Harry’s toys.
  • Lily is constantly tripping over them, and James is constantly caught playing with them when he’s supposed to clean up.
  • Harry, of course, is a bubbly bundle of joy who never stops smiling. He wears hand-me-down glasses from James, and both of them have the crazy messy hair (sometimes, Lily thinks that Harry is her Husband’s clone)
  • And their life is full of joy and little happy things:
  • Lily and James take Harry to the pond to feed ducks. The sky is kind of cloudy, but it’s warm enough that they only need light jackets. Harry claps when he sees the birds, a smile breaking across his cheeks as ducklings follow their mother. Lily shows him how to toss them bread, and he copies her, laughing as he does so. James steals some of the bread because he’s hungry, and the duck-feeding adventure quickly turns into Lily throwing bread at him while he apologizes, and Harry almost wandering into the pond to catch a duck.
  • James teaches Harry quidditch at a young age, and Lily often catches the two of them wasting the entire day in the yard tossing the balls around and red-faced from exhaustion. Harry is a natural (just as James always hoped he would be), but unlike his father, he excels at being a seeker. James tries his best to convert his son to being a chaser, but fails miserably (aka, Harry accidentally throws the quaffle too hard and breaks his father’s nose).
  • Their family dinners are always loud and happy. The dinner is usually sort of burnt b/c Lily made it and she can’t cook at all (James tells her to use magic, but she refuses). They do more talking than eating. James and Lily are smiling and laughing, and Harry rambles on about something he read/saw/did that day. Sometimes, their cat jumps on the table (cue ensuing chaos). Other times, Sirius or Remus join them (when either visits, they help cook, and the food is drastically better). Then, the dinners turn louder and fill with more laughter, interspersed with stories of Hogwarts and mischief. The table is always a mess and the kitchen is always worse, but everyone is smiling too hard to care.
  • As mentioned above, the Potters own a cat. He’s a big fluffy thing with thick gray fur and a mushy face. James named him Elvendork despite Lily’s pleas for something different, but the name fits the cat perfectly. He’s big and fluffy and grouchy, and he’s a terrible menace: always jumping on the table, knocking things over, or sleeping on people’s heads (the Potters, of course, couldn’t love him more).
  • Harry’s first day of Hogwarts begins with chaos. They forget Harry’s owl the first time out of the house, and then have to return a second time because Lily realized that he was missing his glasses too. Their time at the station is sweet and short (if not a bit chaotic). It’s full of goodbyes, and checklists, and hair ruffling (”Dad! Stop it!”), and promises of mischief (”James, don’t encourage him!”), and the promise to write every day. Then, he’s off on the train and Lily and James are both waving and kissing (and Harry is hiding his face in embarrassment).
    • Also, even though he doesn’t have the scar, he still becomes friends with Ron and Hermione. Though they meet more through a: “Can I sit here?” “Yeah sure, cool rat by the way.” “It’s a hand-me-down.” “My cat can eat it if you want.” “What?!?” “Joking. Harry Potter.” “Ron Weasley.” (and then, of course, Hermione comes in asking about toads, and later in the school year they become friends by consoling her after she’s bullied, instead of the troll thing). And they’re friends through laughter, and standing up for each other, and quidditch, and stuff like that.
  • The Weasleys and the Potters quickly start to have holidays and dinners together. Which, ofc, only strengthens Harry and Ron’s friendship.
  • And James comes to every one of Harry’s quidditch games (lets pretend parents come to watch them) (and he gets a little too enthusiastic, but Lily’s too busy being split between cheering and laughing at his gold and red face to care).
  • Also: Christmases filled with warm smells and too much wrapping paper. And there are so many people and a ton of burnt cookies, and eggnog and laughter. There are snowball fights at midnight (always including the Potters, and often bringing in Sirius, Remus, some Weasleys, and Hermione). And the day is loud and exciting, but it always ends with Harry huddled up beneath a blanket, asleep with his glasses crooked and his hair everywhere. And James and Lily slow-dancing in front of the fire (usually to non-slow-dance songs) both of them with their eyes closed, and heads on each other’s shoulders.
  • And then there are the letters for Harry’s random detentions (for which James cheers and Lily scolds, but smiles fondly). There are trips to Diagon Alley where nothing but wandering is achieved, and Lily taking Harry to experience the muggle world.
  • There are impromptu family quidditch matches, where Harry and James are super competitive, and Lily can barely fly straight. Rules are abandoned and bludgers break windows, but no one cares b/c they’re happy.
  • And then there’s Ginny and Harry’s love for her. James’ teasing and Lily slapping him because, “you pined over a girl too, you know.” There’s her loud laugh and gleeful voice, her competitive personality, the confident way she talks, and how proud, and strong of a woman she is. James and Lily love her and treat her like a daughter. And they try their best to make things as awkward between the two as possible: James teases them, and Lily always tries to show Ginny baby pictures, they do embarrassing parent things when she’s over at dinner, and James tries to scare her away with his skill at quidditch.
    • Ginny, of course, is just as good at quidditch (if not better), and as soon as he finds out that she’s a chaser James instantly loves her. (And she holds great, engaging conversations with him. IE: the mischievous part of her and the same part of his converging together).
  • And their life is full of walks in autumn: James and Lily holding hands as they watch Harry kick up leaves. Nights of stargazing where Lily falls asleep and James spends the entire night breathlessly naming constellations. Inside family jokes and traditions. Mismatched socks everywhere in the house and James taking April Fool’s to the extreme. Burnt food, and quidditch, and red and gold. Impromptu hexes and bertie botts beans. Lily and Harry making James a lopsided birthday cake (and him loving it anyway). Cat fur sweaters, and laughter, and spring cleaning (which turns into forts and pillow fights).
  • And their family is quirky, and colorful, and loud. It’s sweet, and cozy, and happy. They’re together, they’re alive.
  • And all is well.

In light of the news that Keith is canonically 18 and people who ship him with sh*ro are loosing their tits over it, I want to share something.

This is very uncomfortable for me to share, but I think it is necessary.

I recently turned 18, I’ve been in the fandom and convention scene since I was 12. Much of my formative years we’re around teenagers and adults much older than me.

However I never looked as young as I was, when I was 13 I could pass for 16. When I was 14 I was badgered with requests to be in bondagestuck because I looked 18 and I was very flexible. I would lie about my age because I felt if they knew how young I was I would lose their respect.

I had oral sex with a girl when I was 13, she was 18. I thought it was ok, because people saw me as a mature person. I was seen as ‘ready’ for that kind of relationship.

I made cosplays that were way too provocative because I saw that it got me more attention. My first kiss was with someone in their early 20s when I was 13, for a homestuck photo shoot.

My first girlfriend was 17 turning 18 when I was 13. I met her at a homestuck meetup. I had no idea how to be in a relationship, or how to help her with her mental illnesses.

The she*th age difference is 7 years, mine was only 4. But the difference in maturity between us was insurmountable.

I am, in the opinion of my friends and coworkers, a well socialized person. Likely due to the fact that my parents were also involved in conventions and the like.

Keith is not a well socialized person, we see this in the show. He’s hot headed and Ill tempered. Especially in the beginning he is shown to be rather immature. He is nowhere /near/ the emotional maturity of shiro, a 25 year old man working as a teacher and a lead researcher on the Kerberos mission.

I’m Keith’s age, I would absolutely not date someone 7 years older than me. They would be in grad school or beyond, I’m a sophomore undergraduate.

It’s an unhealthy power Imbalance, Shiro is a responsible adult. Keith is an under socialized unstable teenager.

I’m not saying that age differences are the end all be all, when you’re older they matter less.

I’m a gay man, I’ve been hit on by men /much/ older than me. They see me as someone young, someone they can manipulate. It is endemic in the mlm community irl.

If you care about actual mlm, or the characters you claim are your ‘babies’ you should educate yourself on the pedestry young mlm are exposed to.

Mlm don’t exist for your to ship and objectify, and while fiction does not /cause/ the problems of reality. It certainly shapes the way young men see our own relationships. I felt ok doing the things I did at 13 because the homestuck fandom around me /told/ me it was, that I was mature and developed and attractive to adults. That has drastically changed how I’m able to interact with others in any sort of romantic fashion. Even at 18 now I’m unable to hold a healthy relationship with people in my age group, much less people 7 years older than me.

Media does not exist in a vacuum, it is usually the only place young mlm can see themselves as it can be dangerous to put yourself to an irl community. Think about what you’re endorsing.

Road to Ruin [Chapter 8] Reader

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader
Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17 I suppose
Synopsis: The test ride continues to a local bowling alley with unexpected results.
Author’s Note: So…this took me forever. I apologize again for the long wait, but I’m super excited because THIS is the turning point. Nothing will be the same after this chapter. So get ready for it! Credit for the gif is here.

“I’m going to do something. Don’t freak out.”

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Voyeur

This was just a quick little stand-alone piece that was sent in by an anon. I hope you like it, sweets! Also, send in your prompts and I shall see what I can do for you x 

Plot: Spider-Man gets caught staring into MJ’s window. 

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amethystprimrose99-deactivated2  asked:

I just finished reading your addition to that big Miraculous meta discussion, and I was wondering if you had any ideas to offer about L’imposteur (episode) vs. Volpina (episode). Things like Chat Noir/Ladybug similarities and differences in behavior, Adrien/Lila and Marinette/Chloe similarities and differences in behavior, or anything else you think the rest of us may not have picked up on~

this is gonna be long as fuck i’m just warning ya now my guy 

Both Ladybug in Volpina and Chat Noir in Copycat express jealousy, but in different, and I believe, very telling ways. Their behaviors can also be compared to Chloe and Lila respectively, arguably making Chloe and Lila their darker counterparts (ie. what they would be like if their character flaws were enhanced). Let’s start with Ladybug (aka Marinette):

So from the get-go of Volpina, it is painfully obvious Marinette is jealous of Lila earning Adrien’s attention.

Notice her use of “my” even though she and Adrien are not together. It brings me back to most of Chloe’s disgusting greetings for Adrien, like “Adrihoney”. Marinette’s dialogue here could easily be mistaken for Chloe’s.

Chloe’s body language is a form of communication as well. The way she proceeds to throw her arms around Adrien and try to kiss him, is all like she’s claiming possession of him she has no right over, much like how Marinette is claiming possession of Adrien she has no right over here. 

(but we’ll talk more about body language comparisons between Mari and Chloe later)

After Alya explains who Lila is, Marinette starts panicking and begs Alya to help her break Adrien and Lila apart, not unlike how Chloe and Sabrina frequently team up to sabotage Marinette’s chances with Adrien. But unlike Sabrina, Alya refuses. This doesn’t stop Marinette from taking matters into her own hands. She stalks Adrien and Lila in the library, and then totally loses her cool at the park, abusing her powers as Ladybug to call Lila out on her crap.

Pay attention to Marinette’s body language. She hasn’t pushed Lila out of the way but her thigh is clearly planted between Lila and Adrien, creating an unmistakable (sexual) divide between them with her body. Everything about Marinette is bold. She’s yelling, fiery and aggressive and in your face (literally), and this is gonna be a stark contrast to Adrien’s more subtle expressions of jealousy in Copycat. Marinette doesn’t hide much at all. Her emotions are obvious.

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Reasons Why: Anti-Manorian Essay

              Manon and Dorian are two of my favourite characters from Throne of Glass. Since both of their introductions, I’ve loved reading their chapters and hearing about their struggles. In Heir of Fire, I fell in love with Sorscha – a character I could finally relate to through her shyness and awkwardness. Her relationship with Dorian was so sweet and romance-oriented. But in the end, she was just a plot-device to Sarah, who treated her as such. Her violent death was completely uncalled for in my opinion, especially after Nehemia. (Adding onto that, her death also meant that (after Nehemia’s butchering) the only POC character in the series was killed off).

              Despite this recent loss in Dorian’s life, it seems that Sarah feels the need to have every character paired off. Despite out-cry for Malide (something I actually assumed was going to happen), she chose to go with Manorian and Elorcan instead. These ships were extremely well-received… but not by me. I want to say first off that this is not a Malide essay, and I will not be discussing why that is a better ship than Manorian (though quite frankly it’s pretty obvious). No, this is an anti-Manorian essay, and an explanation of the main issues with Manon and Dorian’s relationship, and the negative effect it has on them. It will be an in-world analysis which will merge into my thoughts on the real-world truth about Manorian and why it even exists in the first place.

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Stay In Your Lane ; 2

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: fluff, angst, trackstar!jungkook

Summary: Coming from a small neighborhood in Busan, you attend your dream school, Myungsoo University, in Seoul. As a lost first year, you underestimate yourself with the school’s track team. It’s more rigorous and painstaking than it seems, especially with the intimidating team captain, Jeon Jungkook.

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The thought of Jungkook dating Bora clings onto your mind. Does Youngmin and Youngja know about this? Maybe you should go tell them.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #167 - X-Men (2000)

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Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) Xavier’s opening monologue is not only a great way to set up this individual film, but the now-17-year-old franchise which followed.

Prof. X: “Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward.”

2) The very first scene in this film is young Magneto in a Polish concentration camp and I have to say it works absolutely fantastically.

For one thing it creates immediate sympathy for what is essentially the villain of the peace, but more than that it sets the tone for the entire series. Not just the dark tone but the idea that mutants are representative of the oppressed. When the comics were first released in the 60s the parallels were between the Civil Rights Movement, nowadays you can see parallels with the gay community and islamophobia. That is because oppression, intolerance, and bigotry are essentially the same no matter who it is directed at.

3) The introduction to Anna Paquin’s Rogue continues to set the dark tone of the film, as well as Rogue’s key conflict in a simple and understandable way.

4) The government hearing.

The hatred, fear, and oppression seen in this scene should not be as relevant in 2017 as it is. Senator Kelly’s arguments about, “Well we do license people to drive,” is based on fear and fear alone. He is scared but justifies his fear by making other people afraid. Asking a human being to register for being different is undeniably unconstitutional. And the filmmakers are aware that America has seen this play out before.

Senator Kelly: “I have here a list of names of identified mutants…”

Senator Joseph McCarthy [an actual historical figure who instigated the Red Scare in the 1950s]: “I have here in my hand a list of 205—a list of names that were made known to the Secretary of State as being members of the Communist Party”

Good, just wait until I do my recap for Good Night, and Good Luck. I’ll have some things to say about Joseph fucking McCarthy then.

5) The relationship between Charles and Erik is - like all the best elements in this film - clearly established from their introduction to the audience.

Erik: “I’ve heard these arguments before.”

We understand that they’re friends, we understand that they both think they have the best interests of their people (mutants) at heart, but most painfully we understand exactly WHY they both go about their revolution through different methods. It is a relationship which will remain consistent and interesting throughout the series.

6) Ian McKellen as Magneto.

(GIF originally posted by @marveladdicts)

There are a number of standout casting decisions made in this film which will stay strong even in the weaker entires of this series, and Ian McKellen is definitely one of them. Unless you’re The Joker, a good villain does not see himself as the villain. Magneto does nothing out of cruelty or malice, he does so for one clear end goal: the superiority of mutant kind. You understand why he goes to drastic measures, even if you don’t agree with him. McKellen is able to consistently make Erik human. The sadness, the determination, the focus, everything that makes this character amazing in the comics, McKellen carries onscreen. A truly brilliant choice which will give us many great scenes to come.

7) Anna Paquin as Rogue.

Originally posted by poisonpam

Rogue is markedly more different than she is in the comics, but I don’t have as much of an issue with that as others do (at least, not in this film). She’s a bit more timid, a bit more scared, which is very human of her and helps the audience sympathize with her. Paquin plays the part remarkably well, carrying Rogue’s pain and conflict well in her performance.

8) Hugh Jackman as Wolverine.

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Hugh Jackman is the standout element of this film and one of the most perfect examples of comic book casting in the history of cinema. The guy played the part for SEVENTEEN years. Even in weaker X-Men films Jackman’s Wolverine is remarkably consistent. He IS Wolverine. The aggression, the ferocity, the isolation, the pain, the instinct, Jackman captures it all beautifully. But more than that, we explore who Wolverine becomes when we throw him together with other people. We see who he becomes just as he learns who he becomes when he has other mutants relying on him. It’s a remarkable journey to see him not only go through this film but all seventeen years of playing this character. You are not watching Hugh Jackman, this is not a performance. This is Wolverine. Living, breathing, pure, Wolverine. And whatever shortcomings the X-Men series has had throughout its years, Jackman’s Wolverine has always been perfect.

9) This line always stuck with me.

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This relates very well to the pain Wolverine deals with everyday. Most living creatures go through enough pain they do. Wolverine’s mutation means he lives with his pain on a daily basis. He HAS to. Dying is not an option for him. That is very defining for his character.

10) The fight with Wolverine and Sabretooth does a lot of things well. To start, it’s the first action scene of the film and - while brief - it establishes the strong choreography to come. Second, we immediately see a juxtaposition between Wolverine and the rest of the X-Men as he is more feral in his fighting style while Cyclops and Storm are much more uniform. Finally, it establishes the rivalry between Wolverine and Sabretooth. Something which is a staple of the comics, this rivalry doesn’t get too much time to develop in the film but it is established in small yet meaningful ways. I’m glad they at least did that as opposed to nothing.

11) Logan trying to escape Xavier’s mansion is actually wildly clever. It establishes the geography of the school without letting the audience know. Instead we follow Wolverine as he’s trying to escape this strange place and in the process get the layout of the new world he’s in. Very clever.

12) Patrick Stewart as Charles Xavier.

Similar to McKellen’s Magneto, we are able to see the complexities of Xavier’s character through Stewart’s performance. We understand the pain he went through as a child, we understand how he has/is searching for hope for the future. We see the soft sorrow he carries mixed in with this optimism and the struggle he carries to put stock in hope over pain. It’s a wonderful character who - like Jackman - Stewart will get to play for 17 years.

13) If you want any further proof that Hugh Jackman is great as Wolverine:

Logan [after Xavier gives exposition about the X-Men and such]: “Sabretooth? Storm. What do they call you? Wheels?”

At least the last part of that line was improvised, but it is so perfectly Wolverine it fits.

14) The introduction to the Xavier school from a storytelling standpoint (as opposed to just a geography standpoint) is very slick and clean. We’re getting a lot of exposition about Professor X, the X-Men, and the world of mutants in not a lot of time. But it doesn’t dog down the film and we are not bored by it.

15) Ah, the future continuity issues begin…

When I was 17, I met a young named named Erik Lenscher…”

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They seem a little older than 17 to me…

16) Rebecca Romijn as Mystique.

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Romijn’s part as Mystique is largely a physical performance, but that does not mean it isn’t an iconic one. Before Jennifer Lawrence would put on the blue skin paint, Romijn would define who Mystique was on screen for all to come. She is able to portray the character’s passion, focus, physical strength, and shiftiness with just a movement. She doesn’t have many lines, but the ones she does have leave an impact.

Mystique [to Kelly]: “You know people like you are the reason I was afraid to go to school as a child.”

17) Magneto knows what’s up.

Magneto: “Mankind has always feared what it doesn’t understand.”

18) Famke Janssen as Jean Grey.

Originally posted by xmenladies

Janssen plays Jean well not only in this film but as she develops over the trilogy. Despite not having the flashiest/most aggressive of powers like Wolverine or even Cyclops, she’s able to hold her own with the rest of the team. She’s confident, competent, but still able to be vulnerable when the story calls for it and has no ego. A strong character actress with a strong character to fit her roll, I am glad for Janssen in this film.

19) James Marsden as Cyclops.

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Okay, so I’ve got a handful of issues with how Cyclops is handled in the original trilogy. Not through Marsden’s performance or through his characterization, but more because of a lack of things to do in the plot. However, those issues do not pertain to this film (wait until I get to my Last Stand recap). Although Marsden’s Scott Summers/Cyclops is largely used as a foil to Jackman’s Wolverine, we get to see him in action and lead the X-Men later in battle (like he does in the comics). This film doesn’t peel back too much more than, “Wolverine pisses me off,” but we do get to see Marsden play a caring and competent leader when Wolverine is not in the picture. How he searches for Rogue, the way he handles the team on Liberty Island, Marsden plays all of this great. You understand why Scott is the leader of the team through his conduct and confidence, both things Marsden shows off very well.

20) Hey, remember back when Stan Lee cameos in Marvel movies were, “blink and you’ll miss it?”

21) So Logan straight up kills Rogue when she wakes him up from a nightmare. Like he’d be dead if it weren’t for her mutant ability. And after she does it to save her life she is met by fear and caution from her fellow students initially. And then Mystique disguised as Bobby comes to her and reprimands her. Tells her students are afraid of her, that Xavier is furious and looking to kick her out. How much must that hurt? Like, “Here’s a place where I can be me. Where other people are as weird as I am and where I can be accepted.” And then that’s taken away from her. It’s pulled out from under her feet because people are afraid of her, a feeling which is importantly all too familiar to her at this point. She let her guard down and - even though it wasn’t true and it wasn’t really Bobby - she was so ready to believe the world had turned on her AGAIN. That just…sucks.

22) Charles acting like he doesn’t know how Erik is hiding from his telepathy takes on new meaning in a post First Class world. It is probably easiest attributed to another error in continuity, but my head canon is that Charles is covering for Erik a little in the never dying hope that he’ll do the right thing.

23) Halle Berry as Storm.

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I have never loved Berry as Storm, but that’s more because of The Last Stand than anything else. I think I like her best in this film, which is unfortunate because it is where she has the least to do. She’s a bit kinder, a bit more even tempered, wiser and more soulful than she comes off in the sequels. And the keeping of her original accent is a nice touch (I was disappointed to lose that in the sequels). But again, that’s all there’s really to say about her because she doesn’t get much time to shine in this film.

24) The relationship with Wolverine and Rogue is one of my favorite things about this film. These are the two most isolated characters in the film and they’re able to find solace in each other. Logan acts as the big brother/mentor to Rogue, familiar with the loneliness she feels for 15 years. Meanwhile Rogue finds comfort in someone who’s actually going to look after her. This is best seen on the train after Rogue runs away, where Logan leaves the decision up to Rogue. He’s not there to bring her back, he’s not there to pressure her into doing something she doesn’t want, he gives his two cents but will go wherever she wants to. He’s got her back.

Logan: “Come on. I’ll take care of you.”

If there’s one thing I miss most as the series progresses, it is this wonderful relationship between the pair.

25) According to IMDb:

The scene in the train station where a young boy smiles at Cyclops and he smiles back was unplanned. The boy was a huge X-Men fan, and Cyclops was his favorite. The scene originally called for Cyclops to look at the train schedule, but according to Bryan Singer, the boy could not stop smiling at James Marsden. Finally, during one shot, Marsden just looked back at him and smiled, much to the boy’s delight. Bryan Singer liked the idea so much, he kept it in the film, and told the actress playing the boy’s mother to react the way she did.

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26) And so it begins…

Magneto [upon encountering Wolverine]: “That remarkable metal doesn’t run through your entire body, does it?”

27) The scene with Magneto, the police, and Charles in the background is something I really enjoy. This is primarily because it is more a conflict between Charles and Magneto than anything else. I was taught in an early film class that if one character can walk away and not be devastated, the stakes aren’t high enough. I think that is the key to this scene. It’s all about stakes. What exactly are Charles and Erik willing to do, willing to sacrifice, all to get what they want? Seeing that play out is wonderful.

28) The fact that Storm stays with Senator Kelly while he dies, holds his hand, talks with him, even after all he’s done, speaks to a wisdom she has that is totally lost in X-Men: The Last Stand (but more on that when I get there).

Kelly: “Do you hate normal people?”

Storm: “Sometimes.”

Kelly: “Why?”

Storm: “I suppose I’m afraid of them.”

The fact she can admit that she hates those who oppress her sometimes is great. Because of course you would hate those who ruin your life! But not letting that hate define who you are is an incredible thing.

29) There is a brief moment where Cyclops is seen distraught over a comatose Professor X, which I think is very telling of their relationship in a way we will (unfortunately) not see again in this set of three films. It speaks to the depths of admiration he has for what is essentially his father figure.

30) One thing the Marvel Cinematic Universe can learn from this film: how to create a great villain in two hours.

Magneto [with Rogue, upon seeing the Statue of Liberty]: “I first saw it in 1949. America was going to be the land of tolerance. Of peace.”

Magneto [about the Holocaust]: “Women and children, whole families destroyed just because they were different than those in power.”

31) I love this.

Wolverine [about the uniforms]: “You actually go outside in these things?”

Cyclops: “Well what would you prefer? Yellow spandex?”

32) This is one of my favorite scenes in the entire franchise.

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I was about twelve when I saw this film for the first time. I really got comfortable using my middle finger after this scene. And too this day, every time I extend my middle finger, it is just SO cathartic. I may or may not be exclusively typing with only my middle fingers now.

33) Ladies and gentlemen, one of the greatest bloopers in cinematic history.

34) Logan’s fight with Mystique is incredible and reflects some of the incredibly strong solo choreography he will get as the film continues. It is fast paced, enticing, and plays with the concept of a shapeshifter very well (even giving us some GREAT misdirection right before Logan defeats Mystique, since at first we think he’s Mystique when he stabs Storm only to have Storm be Mystique all along).

35) You know how X-Men never stay dead? No? Well Toad does.

Toad [after thinking he killed Storm]: “Don’t you people ever die!?”

36) Oh boy…

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That is a line crafted by Joss Whedon after Fox asked him to help iron out the script (one of only two lines of his that made it into the final film). According to the famed writer, he had intended it to be much more tongue in cheek than it was finally delivered as. To this day, it is considered one of the worst cheesiest lines to grace a superhero film ever. Moving on.

37) This was the other line of Whedon’s which made it into the film, and I fucking love it.

Wolverine [returning to the team, only for Cyclops to point his eye beams at him]: “Hey, hey. It’s me.”

Cyclops [thinking he’s Mystique]: “Prove it.”

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38) You know what trope I love more than any others? At least, I’m pretty sure it’s my favorite. When the antagonist’s self righteous behavior gets called out.

Wolverine [to Magneto]: “You are so full of shit. If you were really so righteous it would by you in that thing.”

39) The final fight between Logan and Sabretooth is another strong action set piece in the film, with the use of place (the top of the Statue of Liberty) used greatly. These two are very similar in styles, in ferocity, and it’s fun to see them duke it out.

40) The final dialogue between Charles and Erik is powerful for a lot of reasons. It harkens back to the core conflict of their relationship/dissonance in philosophies, while also reminding the audience that all the problems of the world have not been solved and will have to be dealt with in the future.

Magneto: Does it ever wake you in the middle of the night? The feeling that one day they will pass that foolish law or one just like it, and come for you? And your children?

Xavier: It does, indeed.

Magneto: What do you do, when you wake up to that?

Xavier: I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul who comes to that school… looking for trouble.


X-Men is a strong start to what would end up being one of the defining franchises of the 21st century. With great performances all around - specifically Jackman, McKellen, and Stewart - as well as reverence for the source material and a powerful tone, X-Men stands up to the test of time because of it’s characters and (unfortunately always) relevant themes of bigotry and bias. A film everyone should try at least once.