The tragic story of too much info about the sexual relationship of your best friends or why Alya will forever regret trying to kill Adrien

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lunian !!!!!!! Remember when we talked about this? Well, I couldn’t resist writing it. I hope you’ll like it. Crack ahead. And if the title wasn’t a dead giveaway, this has some sexual references in it. Nothing happens, but many are said.


All the people who were still in the courtyard of the Collège Françoise Dupont run for the hills (or in this case, the school building) as Alya Césaire appeared and walked towards her best friend’s boyfriend with all the might of a storm.

“Dude, I think she means you.” Nino stage-whispered to his best friend as his girlfriend made a beeline towards them.

“But my middle name is Bartholomé.” Adrien argued.

Nino rolled his eyes. His best friend really needed to set his priorities straight. “That’s what worries you?”

Adrien gulped. “Burry me in a polka dotted coffin, please.”

Nino was under the impression he wasn’t kidding in the slightest. “Sure, if there is anything left to bury.”

“There won’t be!” Alya snarled as she lifted Adrien by the neck.

Well, this morning is certainly bound to be interesting, Nino thought.

One day, Marinette will be on time to school. One day. Today wasn’t that day. As Marinette speed walked through the school yard she couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Adrien was being strangled by Alya… wait a second.

“Alya!” Marinette shouted, rushing towards them. “Put him down.”

Her best friend was obviously not happy to have to delay her murder. Meanwhile, Nino considered if he should stop filming the whole thing. If Marinette was here, then maybe there won’t be need of proof for the police for a murder. Though, let’s be real, he would never turn his girlfriend in. He would have just posted the video on YouTube in his collection of An Infinity of Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Piss Alya Off. If he was recalling correctly, this video would be number 2749.

“Alya, what is going on? Why are you strangling my boyfriend.” Marinette questioned crossing her arms, while Adrien was gasping for air on the ground.

“Marinette,“ Alya’s tone was regretful and the sad look in her eyes indicated something bad was coming. “I’m sorry to say this honey, but he is cheating on you.”

And in that moment, Marinette felt her whole world crashing down. “What?! With whom?”

Marinette was dying to hear that answer. Who? Did Adrien really cheat on her? Was it some rabid fangirl who jumped at his bones and Alya just got the wrong impression?

Alya sighed. “With Ladybug.”

Marinette blinked. “Damn.” both her and Adrien whispered maybe a little too loudly. Thus Adrien choked, cause he still didn’t regain his proper breathing.

“That’s… unexpected.” Marinette managed to say, trying to think of something plausible to get them out of this situation. She knew it was a bad idea to make out when only one of them was transformed. Damn Adrien and his filthy thirst for her spots. “It isn’t a problem, though, cause… um… this is… an… open… relationship.”

Oh well, not the worst excuse she could have had come with. Alya crossed her arms obviously expecting an explanation while Nino muttered a ‘dude’ under his breath. That’s when Adrien decided to be a supportive boyfriend.

“Yeah. Marinette has her fun times with Ladybug too,” he said, raising his index finger as if that would help him make a point while he was still laying on the ground.

Why is he like this? Marinette sighed internally.

Alya turned to Marinette with an expression that was a mix of shock and anger. “You are hooking up with Ladybug and you didn’t tell me?!”

Marinette glared down at Adrien, who looked sheepish. “Yeah. And don’t forget about Chat Noir.”

“Chat Noir?” both Alya and Nino screamed simultaneously.

“Yeah,” Marinette stated, looking at Adrien, who finally picked himself off the ground, with a mischievous look. “Why don’t you tell us about your escapades with Chat Noir, Adrien?”

Her boyfriend laughed nervously. “What escapade do you mean?”

Marinette smirked. “Well, you did tell me that Chat Noir found you wearing cute yet sexy Ladybug lingerie.”

At this point, Nino had to turn off his camera, unable to hold his phone anymore. “Dudeeeee.”

Alya, to everybody’s surprise, was silent until now. But there was as much as the shock could keep her from asking. "But what about Ladybug?”

“Oh, she thinks the same” Marinette replied calmly while analyzing her nails.

“No, no, I mean, I thought Chat only loves her.”

“Oh that… well, who can resist this model ass?” she asked rhetorically while slapping Adrien’s ass for emphasis. Nino nodded vigorously as well. Honestly, wasn’t it universal knowledge everybody loved Adrien’s ass?

Adrien glared at Marinette. Not for smacking his ass, mind you. He loved getting his ass smacked by her. But for making fun of his taste in lingerie. Well, if this is how she wanted to play, so be it then. “Of course. So if we are discussing this topic, why don’t you mention that time when Chat caught you wearing lingerie inspired by his outfit?”

’Well, don’t try hiding the fact that once you begged Ladybug to tie you with her yoyo.“ Marinette scoffed, trying to hide her blush. That had been an interesting night.

"I need a bucket,” Alya muttered, not sure what to think of her friends and her idol anymore.

“YOU CALLED CHAT NOIR’S DICK AS A BATON!” Adrien shouted louder than necessary, while blushing.

“I guess, I need one too” Nino said, wishing he will just forget everything that had been said so far. And from now on, because apparently Marinette and Adrien weren’t done.

“Remember when you told Chat Noir that you want a collar with a bell too?”

“Oh, really Marinette, should I remind you that one time when I walked on you and Ladybug and you were blindfolded?”

Nino glanced at Alya. “Are we kink shaming them now or later?”

“Then you asked us if you can be blindfolded instead and, I quote ‘used as your little sex toy’.” that had been a strange day. She had an urge to blindfold herself, Adrien came over unannounced and things escalated quickly and she discovered some new kinks of her boyfriend.

“I guess, if we die right here, right this second, they wouldn’t notice it.” Nino states, but Alya was unable to reply anymore, not sure what to make out of this whole conversation.

“You begged Chat Noir to slap you with his tail belt.” Adrien argued back, while his face was putting any ripe tomato to shame.



"I’m sure it totally does.”

Adrien scoffed, crossing his arms. “But you can deny they suit me.” he knew she liked them. She even said so that night. They had been a little tight, but she had made him a matching pair better fit for his height.

"Jesus, how many moments like this do they have?” Nino questioned, clearly shocked by how kinky his bro was. And he was sort of afraid fo the answer, if he had to be honest.

“What’s more important, why are we still listening to this mess?” it was Alya’s turn to ask questions that will never get answers. “I’m not even sure if I want to use this thing as blackmail or just erase it from my brain forever.”

“To be honest, it would be much better if Adrien really just cheated on Mari with Ladybug,” Nino said hesitantly, obviously scared of Alya’s reaction. “I mean, I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he ever did that, but at least, in that case, us, innocent bystanders wouldn’t have to be traumatized for life.”

Alya could only nod. Honestly, the mental picture fo Adrien in Ladybug themed lingerie left her with brain damage.

After what seemed like an eternity Adrien and Marinette finished their not so little argument, both huffing and as red in the face as the surface of Mars. Not that anybody would say that out loud, given how much of a nerd Adrien is, he would come with some science facts about the color of the surface of Mars.
“So yeah, we have an open relationship.” Marinette concluded, the two of them finally turning to their best friends.

“We got it after the reminder about Chat Noir, thank you.” Nino said, sarcastically.

“Now get outta of my sight, my poor brain had dealt enough with your kinks for now and forever.” Alya ordered waving her hand desperately while rubbing her temple with her free hand.

“Well, if you didn’t want to kill me, none of this would have happened.” Adrien said with a smug smirk.

Alya snarled. "Next time neither Marinette or even fucking Ladybug won’t stop me, Agreste.”

Adrien gulped. Marinette slapped him compassionately on the ass.

Love Me Back - Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him (CLICHE I KNOW), however he’s in love with someone else.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2000 exactly!

A/N: This is kinda sucky not gonna lie, but we’ll see. I’m trying to improve on setting scenes and stuff. I think I’m decent at writing emotions, but not on describing them in detail… (also posting from mobile!!) ANYWAY I had fun writing the end and I hope you enjoy!!


The bell had just rung for first period was Peter walked up to you. “Hey Pete.”

“Hey Y/N. Did you hear about Liz?” His face lit up whenever he spoke about Liz, but you always ignored it. You were too focused on him in general; You were in love with the boy.

“No, did something happen?” You frowned.

“Nah, she’s just having a party and she invited me, you, Ned and Michelle.”

“You know she doesn’t like to
be called Michelle, it’s MJ now.”
“She’ll always be Michelle whether she likes it or not.” He said with a smirk on his face. You could feel your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach whenever you were with him. Everything Peter did could make you melt…

“I don’t think I’m gonna go to the party… It’s just-”

“Not your thing?” MJ interrupted. “Even I’m going, Y/N. You have to!”

She leaned in to you. “Peter told me he’s gonna confess to Liz tonight, you have to!”

You shook your head. “Sorry Pete, I’ll have to think about it. MJ, we should get to French class.”

“Bye Y/N, Bye Michelle.” He emphasized Michelle, and she narrowed her eyes.

“It’s MJ!”

As you two got farther away from Peter, you began interrogating her. “How did you find this out… And why is he?”

“He told me after Liz invited us, and I’m not sure why exactly… But like I said before, you should go because it might be your last chance.”

“I hate parties.” You let out a sigh. Peter had been head over heels in love with Liz since seventh grade. It was annoying at first, but now it just hurt you, because you were head over heels in love with him. “However, if tonight’s the night then…”

“Yes! You’re finally gonna do it!” MJ almost yelled.

“Shhh, keep your voice down MJ.” You laughed.

You walked into Liz’s party wearing more make-up than normal, a tight black dress, and heels that really made your legs look nice. You obviously looked good on purpose; tonight was going to be your night. The loud atmosphere was suffocating and hot, which was reason number one why you hated parties. Flash Thompson was yelling “Penis Parker”, and you could see Peter with Ned in the corner. He looked annoyed with Flash, but then he locked eyes with you. Your heart fluttered, and you gave Peter a small wave. He was just starting to walk towards you when MJ appeared almost out of no-where.

“You came. I kinda wish I didn’t come now, though.” She looked around.

You leaned in and whispered, “Nice cock-block, Peter was just walking over to me!”

You leaned over her shoulder to look for Peter. You had to tell him how you felt tonight, otherwise you might lose him to Liz.

“Why don’t we do something for awhile… Like, hide from all of these people?”

“Michelle, we’ll be fine!” You laughed. “But if-” You began, only to be interrupted…

“Damn Y/N, you look really good tonight!” Flash said towards you. He scanned your body and gave you a grin. He always hit on you at school, but right now was a new experience. “Do you think you wanna maybe dance with me tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at him.

“I reject you at school, and I’ll reject you here too, Flash. No, please leave us alone…”

Flash left you alone for the rest of the night, but you got some more attention from some asshole seniors. You thought it was funny how once you showed off your curves, they were suddenly interested in you.

You had lost MJ awhile back, so you were alone in a crowd of people. You were squeezing your way in between bodies when your arm was grabbed. It was Liz. She pulled you towards a group, which consisted of MJ, Ned, a guy from your English class, and Peter. When you joined the group, all eyes turned to you.

“Y/N, I was looking for you!” MJ said impatiently.

“Sorry, I got caught up with Flash again. He won’t leave me alone…”

Peter laughed. “Well if you hadn’t dressed like that-”

“Excuse me? God forbid I wanted to look nice, Peter.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The conversation was carried on in the group, and you wish you’d paid attention to Liz and Peter… The way they looked at eachother you should’ve known something was up, but you were oblivious and the night continued on.

The group eventually dispersed, and you had gone to the bathroom to take a break. It’d been a long night, so you decided to leave. You were on your way out when someone outside caught your eye. It was Peter.

Cold licked at your face and crept under your clothes as you pushed open the glass door. You saw Peter looking up at the stars, and you contemplated for a moment if this moment could be anymore perfect. When the door behind you shut, Peter’s head snapped to you, and you could see the corners of his mouth slide upwards. The moonlight spilled onto his chest and shoulders.

You stepped towards Peter, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was going to be your moment, you just felt it. You stood next to him, watching as he stared at the stars.

“The stars really are something, aren’t they?” He said, with his eyes still on the stars.
“Yes, they are. My mom always said stars were like angels, that they watch over you in the darkest of times.”

“That’s weird but cute…” His eyebrows furrowed.

You let out a small laugh. “My mom always was kind of a hippie… Oh, by the way, I didn’t appreciate what you said about my outfit earlier!”

He frowned. “What? It’s true. You can’t come here looking-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! And I actually wanted to look good for once…” Your voice faltered.

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. You do look really good if it makes you feel any better.” You could feel your cheeks turn pink, but you were thankful your blush was concealed by the darkness of the night.

“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it a little cold?” He spoke as he wrapped the jacket he was wearing a few seconds ago around you.
“As Elsa once said, ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I really don’t like parties. It was just too many people… And I was kind of looking for you.”

“Me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You took in a sharp breath of the icy air. “This is really hard for me to admit, Pete, but I guess… I like you?”

“Y/N…” He began.

“You know, like-like? Okay that sounds really immature I guess the term would be love-” You were rambling before he interrupted you.

“I-I thought MJ or Liz would’ve told you by now…” Peter broke his gaze from you, looking at the ground now. His tone sounded sympathetic, and you felt your heart drop. You bit your lip trying to stop any tears, because now you knew he wasn’t going to tell you he loved you back. “Liz and I, we’ve kinda been a thing… But I guess now we’re official.”

Tears slowly poured out of your eyes as you shut them. “Yeah, of course… Well I’m sorry this is awkward. Now I feel like an idiot.”

You could feel his eyes once again on you. “Y/N, you shouldn’t… You’re an amazing girl and one of my best friends! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”

“Peter, just don’t. Don’t give me that speech. Fuck that.” You exhaled, and wiped your cheeks. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.“Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. It’s extremely embarrassing. Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel and began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave. Liz and I were just gonna start a game of truth or dare!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You looked
up at him now, aware that your nose was probably red and your cheeks stained. “I just told you I love you and you want me to play games with you and your girlfriend? Don’t you realize how much this hurts me!”

Peter stared back at you, not knowing what to say. “Peter… I don’t think we can really be friends anymore…”

“Come on, don’t say that… It’s been you and me since 6th grade.”

“That’s thing! It’s been you and me since 6th grade, and you’ve still never caught on that I like you, asshole!” You knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t love you back it was just a fact of life. “I’m sorry… Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel, and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna let you leave” You didn’t turn around, but instead squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your hand away. You peeled his jacket off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the ground. You weren’t going to stay here, you weren’t even going to go back into the house. You snuck out the side gate unnoticed, which you were thankful for.

On the dark and lonely walk home, you let the sobs escape and the tears to fall on the ground. You felt like your heart had just been stepped on, and you never would wish this type of heartbreak on your worst enemy.

The worst part of it all was you found away to blame yourself. Maybe if you’d been smarter or prettier like Liz, he would’ve looked at you more than a friend. Maybe if you’d admitted your feelings for him earlier, he would’ve felt the same way. Now it was too late, and felt as if you’d never fall in love again.

Your phone was buzzing and ringing non-stop in your purse, but you just ignored everything. You knew it was gonna be MJ and Peter, maybe even Ned.

You got home an hour later with tear-stained cheeks, numb toes, and an aching heart.
You took out your phone, and the screen was filled up with phone calls and text messages from Ned, MJ, Peter, and even Flash. Flash was just asking you out again, though. You scrolled through some messages.

MJ💖: Hey, Peter told me what happened. Are you okay?

MJ💖: Let me know when you get home. I need to know you’re okay.

Pete😎: Y/N please pick up I need to talk to you

Pete😎: I’m sorry please

You just scrolled past Peter’s messages. You didn’t need him to break your heart anymore.

Ned👽: Y/N I’m really sorry about Peter. I hope we can still be friends!

Ned👽: MJ and I are really worried please text back as soon as you see this.

MJ💖: Y/N please tell me if you’re okay!!
You unlocked your phone and replied to MJ:

I’m not really okay, but I’m home safe.

You went and sat down on your bed, and let the sobs rack your body. You’re parents were out of town for the week, and you were thankful for the solitude. An hour later, you were laying in bed in nothing but a big Star Wars shirt. Your cheeks were as wet as the pavement outside from the rain. You knew you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Your thought were interrupted by a tap on the window. You jumped out of bed in fear, because who’d tap on an apartment window three stories up at this ungodly hour? You quickly turned your light on to see a man in red and blue.

You slowly crept over to the window, and slid it up, allowing the frigid air into your room. You couldn’t believe the person before your eyes…

“Spider-Man?” You said almost in a whisper.

now or never || dylan o’brien au

word count: 11,502

warnings: cursing, fluff, and soul crushing angst (y’all can thank soph @sincerelystiles for that one)

author’s note: this is a 50′s era au and it is so long and i am genuinely so proud of this! thank you to my girls @sarcasticallystilinski @dumbass-stilinski @sincerelystiles @mf-despair-queen @sabrinas-wolves @thelittlestkitsune @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles and @minhosmeanhoe for letting me constantly tease them with sneak peeks! enjoy! :)

paring: dylan o’brien / reader


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If you all are are breakfast obsessed as i am you probably have quite the pile of
broke egg shells. Though egg shells are great for compost they also have many other unexpected wonderful practical uses as well.

1:  the membrane within the egg shell is great for wounds.
Simply swipe a little membrane off, wrap it around the cut and allow it to harden.
You can also use an egg shell to soak in some apple cider vinegar for a few days and utilize that mixture for skin irritations.

2: FERTILIZER!!! egg shells both whole and ground are great for pests and great for the plants.
You can plants seeds within old egg shells for the nourishment, loads of calcium and as a little protector from soft bodied critters that like to eat seedlings… like slugs.
You can also ground/crush shells to place in each hole before planting or transplanting, also sprinkling around the bases of
plants is again a great pest deterrent and calcium boost!
One thing i personally love about utilizing old egg shells for garden and seedling purposes is their direct symbolism of fertility,protection and new beginnings.

3: Eggshells are great for cleaning hard to reach spot or tough grime.
If you crush them rather than grind them they act as a great abrasive for cleaning in bottles
( hard to reach bottle necks and bases… just fill partially with hot soapy water, throw in some egg shells and SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE)
You can even use them against your tough crusty frying pan.

4: sprinkle it in your food or your pets food for some extra calcium in your diet, its also great for those who have hens that lay…. hens need
tons of calcium.

5: Grind it and add it to your morning cup of coffee… this is something i have been wanting to try for a while now.
apparently the ground egg shell will tone down the coffees bitter aspects making it smooth and almost creamy.
Sounds amazing and as soon as i ground some up to try ill give a little post about it!

6: You can use the shells for candle molds!
Simply fill with wax, set the wick and when it is all done drying… peel off the egg shell and tada, you have a cute little candle.
Also would be great molds for making your own magikcal candles.

7: Just like sprinkling egg shells onto your plants i also like to ground them up and soak them in my sprayer… so when i give the plants a spritz… again
its giving them a nice healthy boost <3

8: Egg shells are believed to have strong protective attributes, making a simple cleansing wash,chalk and or Cascarilla is very simple and can offer protection,
just as an egg protects its embryo. That is only one of the many uses of egg shells in magic.

9: as stated above, you can make egg shell chalk!
all you need is

   Approximately five empty egg shells
   1 teaspoon flour
   1 teaspoon very hot water
   food coloring (for colored chalk)

10: Facial cleanser and toner, i always used to watch my mother use eggs for a facial mask and never understood why…. its because its great for you!
Grinding some old egg shells and whisking it in to fresh egg whites make a wonderful facial mask.

These are only a handful of the many practical uses for egg shells.
If you all have other uses, please feel free to leave them in a comment, id love to hear!

anonymous asked:

can you do the four letter prompt of "can you shut up?" from harry saying that???

this was a lot harder than i thought it’d be, but thanks for sending this in, it was fun (: hope u like it

It’s well past 3 AM and I’ve fallen asleep on the couch in our living room, waiting up for Harry. He hasn’t been answering his phone for hours and I’m unsure whether I should be worried or annoyed.

There’s a click in the lock on the door and I blink my way out of sleep in time to see Harry traipse through the door, walking right by me without a second glance.

“Where were you?” I ask once the fog of sleep clears and the anger returns.

“Out.” He says as I follow him down the hall.

“You could’ve called me.”

“Didn’t know I still had to report to my mother on my whereabouts.”

“You know what, fuck you, Harry, because you know if it was me who came home past 3 AM four nights in a row without so much as a text message you’d be furious.” He didn’t answer as he sat on the bed to take off his shoes, “Are you cheating on me? Is that it? Because if that’s what it is—"

Can you shut up?” He exploded, turning around to face me, “Christ, just shut up.” He shrugs out of his blazer and tosses it on a chair in our room even though I’ve told him a million times not to.

I could feel the tension crackle in the air around us as I composed myself enough to answer him, “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to with that tone,” I ground out, “But it’s for sure not me.”

“I’m not cheating on you, I would never cheat on you and I’m tired of being accused of cheating on you.”

I stared at him, “Then what is it? Are you into drugs? Do I need to call someone?”

He rested his head in his hands, massaging his temples, “Look, can we just go to bed? Press pause on this for a minute? Just wan’ you t’hold me for a bit.”

My anger began to dissipate and I hated that he had this effect on me. “You’ve said that four nights in a row now, love. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on so I can help?”

He looked up at me for a moment and then shook his head, looking away. “It’s stupid.” He mumbled.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you so much that you never come home.”

“I don’t come home because I don’t want to disappoint you.” He said softly.

“How could you ever disappoint me?”

“What if…” He cleared his throat, “What if this solo career doesn’t go well? What if I fall on my face before I even have a chance to prove myself? What if no one likes me apart from the band?” He said this all very quickly in a way that implied that these questions has been circling his mind for weeks.

I stared at him for a moment before sitting down on the bed next to him, “You know that’s crazy talk, right? Your fans love you. You could release ten tracks of you saying the word ‘banana’ on a loop and they’d still buy it.” He chuckled and I felt a bit relieved to regain a bit of familiarity into the conversation. I rested my head on his shoulder and I felt him turn just slightly and kiss my hair. “You’ve gotta give yourself a proper chance, love. You can’t catch yourself if you don’t fall first.”

He sighed, “I hate failing.”

“Well you won’t fail, I know you won’t. You’re the most talented, hard-working man I’ve ever known. But, on the off chance you mess it up I’ll be here to pick up the pieces.“

“Thanks, babe.” He said softly. “I’m sorry for acting like a wanker the last few nights.”

“That’s alright,” I sighed, “But next time you talk to me like that I’m confiscating your house key.”

He smirked, pulling me to him and back on the bed, “Fair enough.” He said as I curled against him and he let out a contented sigh between his pouty lips before sinking into a deep sleep.

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BTS reaction to their GF sitting in the dark eating gummy worms in PJs

Anonymous said :

BTS’s reaction to finding their S/O sitting in the dark in PJs eating gummy worms? I know it’s weird, but…I have no explanation. xD

Hi cutee ~ thanks for requesting !’s your requested reaction and I hope you like it . Beside I laughed so hard when I read it but it was fun to write about ><

Jin :

Originally posted by chiminichangas

I think Jin would find it funny more than adorable .When he arrived at midnight after along day and entered the room ,seeing you just in pajama with a messy hair eating gummy worms ,he won’t contain himself but laugh his famous one and just keep remembering this sense every day and laugh even harder .

Suga :

Originally posted by jhope-shi

I don’t think Suga won’t tease you about it .He entered the room with sleepy eyes just looking for a bed to lay on, when he saw you near the bed ,on the ground…eating like a little thief, he would stare for a moment ,then make his way out “whatever~” …you would feel like a dork after seeing his reaction ,he would be so done with this childish things ..but ..when he would close the door behind him ,he won’t stop giggling of how cute you were there he won’t destroy his cold behavior after all!

Rap Monster :

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

He was checking his phone while walking in the room to grab something ,when he heard a sound on the bed …he looked back and saw you ,cuddling a bear and eating those gummy candies ,he would pout “what are you doing?” …you just kept staring at him while eating the worm slowly he leaned closer ,grabbed a worm and mumbled “you are weird sometimes ..cutee” left a kiss on your cheek and went like nothing just happened!

J-hope :

Originally posted by joonjuly

He was calling for you from the first second he entered the house ,while shouting your name and opening every door in the house , he entered the dark room you were in ,so he simply turn the lights on “ what are you doing!” ,threw his body near you on the bed  and showing you his phone “check this ,I produced it today”  ..then grabbing a worm ,then the whole bag and started eating like you weren’t doing anything weird 🙃

Jimin :

Originally posted by daffodiltae

This boy won’t react at all ,he was just looking for his headphones and accidentally opened the door ,but before he could look around he spotted you ,under the blanket with a bag full of gummy candies thrown on the ground ..with a silly tone he said “did they kidnap you or something? ..just go out and eat those worms normally !” …and simply he closed the door .I think he was totally done with Jungkook  to deal with you 😅

V :

Originally posted by mvssmedia

This boy was peacefully sleeping next to you ,when a weird sound waked him up ,so he just opened his eyes and looked to his right to see you eating from a plastic bag some gummy worms under the blanket ,he cutely smiled and lied next to you under the blanket ,while pointing at the worms “did you plan to eat those alone?” ..and you both continued your night eating candies, just sharing bad dad jokes and silly stories .

Jungkook :

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

 He knew you were doing something embarrassing when he came home and didn’t see you waiting for him near the door ,so he quickly picked up his phone and made the camera ready ..tip toeing straight to your room and started taking photos of you with crazy hair and his hoodie on while eating colored cheap candies .After his phone was full of blackmails ,he would flip on his back ,grabbing his stomach and laughing so hard .

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requests : open !

-Admin K 

Alexander Nylander - Permission

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

This is based off of a dream I had. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten

It was a rainy night in the bright city of Toronto. Drops of water making music on the window walls of an empty apartment. Thunder rumbling off in the distance. The light noise of a 90s TV show whispering in the background. A sweet sound of calm breathing where your head lies.

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anonymous asked:

Reader has a crush on Gladio but is a few years younger and is worried Gladio will turn them down due to them being younger (like 4 years younger) but he actually doesn't mind the age difference. What would Gladio do when the reader would finally confess to Gladio while at camp one night?

You were nervous. Your hands felt clammy and you paced around the lightning energy deposit just outside of camp. It sparked and you jumped backwards, decided maybe it was a good idea to just get it over with.

You spotted Gladio sitting in one of the lawn chairs by the fire, reading his book. Prompto and Noctis were playing cards in the tent, and Ignis was sipping a cup of Ebony. You approached the campsite and tapped Gladio on the shoulder.

“Can I talk to you?”

He blinked at you for a second, and then rose from his chair as you led him away to a thicket of trees.

You’d met Gladio while you were still in high school. You were hired as a tutor to Iris, who was four years your junior. Gladio was four years older than you, and you’d developed a crush on him basically the moment that you saw him. Which you were sure he was used to, because he always had a crowd of girls following him around wherever he went.

You’d always been determined to have him see you as something more than just a kid, but you weren’t actually sure what he thought of you. He treated you similarly to how he treated Prompto, with casual teasing and reminders to stay focused during hunts. You came along on the trip because you’d become close friends with all the guys, and because your specialty was in healing magic.

Gladio always gave you a hard time, but you appreciated it. It kept you strong and kept you alert. Not to mention that you just, in general, enjoyed being around him. You’d resolved that you would tell him how you felt, rejection be damned, because it was getting overwhelming having to keep it a secret for so long.

“What’s going on?” he asked, once you turned to face him.

“Um…” It’s okay. Just say it. “I…”

“What’s wrong?” he grinned. “Cat got your tongue? Too distracted by my devilishly good looks?”

You let out an incredulous laugh, scratching at the back of your head. “Actually, that’s what I kind of wanted to talk to you about.”

That shut him up pretty quickly. He waited for you to continue.

“I have…” you cleared your throat, looking anywhere but his face. “I kind of have feelings for you.” You looked intently at the ground. In a rushed tone, you added, “I know that I’m a lot younger than you, and it’s probably really stupid, but I’ve liked you since I first started tutoring Iris, but I don’t want you to see me as a little kid—”

“Hey,” his voice made you stop. He put his finger under your chin and lifted it so that you were looking into the warmth of his eyes. “Slow down.”

“Uh…” you started, dumbly. “You want me to repeat all that? Because I’m already pretty embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” he chuckled, his voice deep and smooth. “It’s cute.”

You stared. Deadpan. “It’s what?”

“Yeah,” he said, stepping a little closer. He ran a hand down your arm, the roughness of his calloused hands sending shivers down your spine. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t care that you’re younger than me. I like you, too.”

“Y-you do?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Why do you think I always try to push you so hard? And give you such a hard time? You’re strong, you’re smart, and you’re resourceful. And I admire that about you. And,” he added, his hand moving to the small of your back. “You’re also smokin’ hot. That’s just an added bonus.”

He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulled away too soon for your liking, as you barely had time to reciprocate, but you were smiling nonetheless.

“We can go slow,” he said, looking into your eyes. “At your pace. If there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable, we can stop. The last thing I want to do is hurt you in any way.”

You bit back a smile and hugged him, feeling a weight finally lifting off your shoulders. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he said, leading you back towards camp. “Come on, let’s get back to the others. They made a bet about how long it would take for us to get together, and Blondie owes me fifty gil.”

Title: like broken glass
Summary: UA where the final battle between Sasuke and Naruto ends with the latter dead, Sasuke wrestling with the knowledge of his victory, and Sakura’s hope finally crumbling at last.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Rating: M (for semi-graphic violence)
A/N: I had the idea, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to write it because it’s so intensely, intensely angsty. And tragic. LIKE INTENSELY TRAGIC (as in multiple character death). And it’s just not the type of thing that I typically have any desire to write anymore. Anyway, this was intended for ssmonth but I never did get the motivation or desire to really write it out until now. Enjoy?

She felt like she couldn’t breathe when she finally reached the Valley of the End’s shattered grounds. They’d made such a mess of things, having long destroyed the two statues of their ancestors and the great rock walls—but it was the sheer quietness of the scene that unsettled her the most.

There had been hope in her heart when the sounds had subsided on her way to find them, faith that Naruto had finally won Sasuke over to the light again. But when she stood there at the edge of their battle site, feeling cold dread twisting in her stomach, Sakura couldn’t help herself from shaking.

Something was wrong.

Her wide, green eyes scanned the ruined field, searching for any sign of life. Uneasiness settled in more firmly when she found nothing. Hands clenching, she willed herself to keep calm as she resorted to sensing chakra instead.

A faint pulse ahead had her heart skipping a beat. Sakura didn’t waste a moment before sprinting off, the heavy weight of anxiety lifting from her shoulders as she leapt from piece to piece of statue wreckage. It wasn’t until Sasuke appeared in her line of vision that her stomach dropped once more, suddenly realizing that she couldn’t feel the source of another chakra.

She couldn’t feel Naruto.

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What We Built

*click thru to read on ao3

written by: S | @kinetic-elaboration

prompt: The 100 start calling Bellamy and Clarke “mom” and “dad” at the dropship camp, and the tradition continues even after the Ark comes down, causing confusion for @a-duck-with-herpes

word count: 8504

It started with Miller, which is the hardest part to explain later, after it’s spiraled out of control. But at the time it was really no more than a joke. A throwaway joke. 

Bellamy had been distributing guns and handing out guard assignments, looking over his misfit crew of teenage criminals like they were the real deal, because they had to be, because the enemy was out there, somewhere, beyond the gate. The atmosphere was understandably tense. Some of the new guard squared their shoulders and gritted their teeth, and tried to seem bigger than they were. Others just stared at their weapons like they hardly believed the guns were real. And some, like Miller, pretended this whole thing was a joke. Pretended they were in control and not afraid. So when Bellamy told him he was on the night shift, and then dismissed him with the others, he just smirked and said, “You got it, Dad,” as he slung his gun over his shoulder. 

It was a little weird. But at least it broke the tense atmosphere, the looming threat of war and death that had tied up everyone else’s tongue, so a few of them laughed anyway, uncertain and with obvious unease, before they scattered to their various posts. 


“Why dad though?” Bellamy asked, as he finished his second circuit around the dropship ground floor.  

His tone said rhetorical but his face, when Clarke looked up from organizing their medical supplies, said explain this right now. So she thought for a moment and suggested, “Nervous joke about authority figures?” 

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trr social media —— maxwell percival beaumont’s instagram. much to bertrand’s and justin’s dismay, maxwell posts more often than he should, though as a happy medium follows justin’s advice on keeping a slight “theme” to the pictures he posts. earthy and green tones, as grounded as he. however pictures that he allows to shine and deviate from his supposed theme are the pictures of lady rey rosewood (mc) and a candid picture of him, bertrand, drake, and liam. he is often also told to post pictures which flaunt the beaumont wealth, as to keep suspicions of their bankruptcy low.

Need a Ride? I'll Come Running

Warning: Vandalism is really the worst thing in here i think.
Notes: I got this request (ohmtoonz gangster au) from an anon on Tumblr SO long ago and I tried my hardest to finish it. Hopefully everyone’ll like it ;w; - <3 Crest
Pairings: Ohmtoonz

“What the fuck are you doing to my car?!”

Luke and Jonathan both whipped their heads up in shock when an unfamiliar voice screamed out at them. They both jumped away from the battered car with the broken windows immediately as if that would convince the new arrival that they had nothing to do with the destruction of his car.

It didn’t.

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New Mr. Wretchford reference sheet! He needed a new one - really everyone’s due! But they won’t be as clean as my original ones when I redo them because WHO has time for that. 
I settled for a good middle ground on his skin tone that is still deader than his alive one, but not Halloween corpse blue. His warm color palette means too much to me 

[ my oc ] 

briefpaperexpert  asked:

Love your head canons and writing in general, just wanted to pass on the ❤️

Honestly I could cry, months ago I turned on the notifications for your blog and I’ve been in love and so to hear you say this. Happiness, pure uncontrollable smiles and warm feels. So to honor you great one I give another headcanon…

I’m going de-aged Tony because I will NEVER get enough. But something that I don’t see a lot of is Present Tony interacting with his past self. I vaguely remember one fic where they are actually present at the same time but don’t really interact with one another.

But damn I can’t stop seeing it. Tony Stark of today, the man that’s been through it all and still fights. Someone brings him his greatest fear. His past, in the form of himself. Age can vary from 5-9 depending on how I’m feeling.

But can’t you see it.

The Avengers are gathered around, it’s a non battle scene so everyone is relaxed enjoying a lazy afternoon when a bright light starts glowing from the corner of the room. They all jumped up alarmed and the light grows until it blinds everyone in the room.

Finally when everyone blinks the spots from their vision there is a little boy standing in the corner. Looking frightened but trying his hardest to stay calm.

Tony steps closer, steps faltering a little, “Oh my god…..”

“Who are you! Where am I?”

All the Avengers are confused, a few make movements to get involved causing the child to flinch. Tony’s hand shoots out, signaling everyone to stop. Stepping closer and keeping his hands visible he asks. “Anthony?”

“Yeah, who are you?”

The avengers watched on, confused until Stark spoke up. “I’m you … and you’re me.” Young eyes that were starting to look really familiar widen, “This is the future.”

It took so convincing and some evidence but soon the two Tony’s were sitting on the couch together. A tablet projecting articles between them. When Tony finally talked his younger self out of the corner (and a panic attack) he asked the team to give them some time. At first Steve and Bruce protested but Tony left them no room for argument.

“So, if this is the future does that mean…”

“Yeah bud, it happened a while ago.”

Young Anthony was quiet but didn’t cry. Was just still for a little bit before leaning into his older self, “I’m sorry.”

Tony huffed, of course his younger self was better at this than him, “Yeah, me too.”

So now Little Anthony is a thing in the Avengers Tower. He sticks to his older self like glue and Adult Tony doesn’t mind. He remembers what life was like at that age. Adults filtering in and out of his life while never really paying attention to him. He always had himself, it had to feel nice to finally have it in physical form and not just mentally.

The only downside was that the team was putting together some clues. The way his younger self flinched from loud noises, or would turn down company from the team cause he didn’t want to be a burden. It was out of his control and the team couldn’t hide their responses.

Late at night we waved away their concern.


“Stop okay, you forget this is all in the past okay? Drop it.”

But it’s hard, he literally has his crappy childhood following him around like a lost duckling. But the hardest time’s are Anthony’s questions…

“It get’s better right?”

Tony kneels down in front of his younger self, hands clasped on his shoulders, “You’re a tough kid. Don’t worry okay you’re going to meet some amazing people.”

Almost as if being summoned, Rhodey arrives for a visit.

“Anthony, I want you to meet someone very important, he’s going to be your best friend forever.”

“Best friend?”

Rhodey sits down on the ground, “Of course Tones, you’re my little brother.”

“Even me?”

“You are Tony Stark right?”


“Well Tony Stark, young, old, super hero or super genius you are my best friend. Come ‘re kid.” Little Tony falls into Rhodey’s arms for a big hug. Rhodey stands, still holding his mini best friend close to his chest. “You too Big Guy.” And reaches out, tugging adult Tony into their hug.

So yeah I think this needs to be a thing and I needed to get that off my chest, thanks for giving me an opportunity to share.

Specs | Jeon Wonwoo | Oneshot

Title: Specs

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Synopsis: Jeon Wonwoo is the outgoing, college campus heartthrob who accidentally mistakes an introverted girl as someone in his class | Role Reversal AU - Fanfic Trope Showdown Writing Challenge

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (?), A little angst at the end maybe? Role Reversal!AU (an attempt), College!Wonwoo, non-idol!AU, Svt side characters (96 line), female reader

Words: 5.5k

POV: Third Person

Requested: No

The sun had just made it’s way into the sky, shining warmly onto the college students who hurried to their morning classes. The birds chirped, signalling their awakening and the campus speakers played soothing music to add a relaxing ambiance to the aura of college grounds. It was definitely an enjoyable atmosphere for the early birds who were awake. (Y/n), however, was not one of them. She was never a morning person, scheduling her classes as late as possible. Unfortunately for her, her roommate had forgotten his textbook for class and the professor would have a fit if he showed up without it. There wasn’t enough time for him to go all the way back to the dorms, which was all the way across campus from where his classes were held, so his only option was to wake his roommate up with a call and demand she get up out of bed and bring his book to his class.

“Jihoon, you totally owe me big time,” she muttered to herself as she ran to his classroom, dodging the other students around her. She still wore her pyjamas –although, it wasn’t a very surprising sight to see during these hours– and her hair was a mess. After the 5 minute run, she finally arrived, her eyes landing on Jihoon who was waiting a few meters away from her, outside the law facility.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #176 - Logan

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: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #477

Format: Blu-ray

0) This is Hugh Jackman’s final turn as the character he made iconic seventeen years ago. While there might still be a chance the character could come back (likely if it were for a Deadpool crossover or if he got to fight The Avengers) this is likely it. And embracing that allows this film to go to places no X-Men film before it could (as does its R-rating).

1) The opening scene with the carjackers establishes a lot for this film. First of all, we get a good look at just how fucking disheveled and miserable Logan is. It even shows in his imagery; the gray hairs, the tired face, all of it. It also establishes the film’s more grounded tone. This isn’t X-jets and time travel, this is war and violence. R rated and bloody violence, which is also established in the opening scene.

2) Marco Beltrami returns to compose this film after The Wolverine, and his score is quite strong. It is subtle, nuanced, moving, and embraces its Western still in a surprising and emotional way. I absolutely loved.

3) Logan IS a Western more than it is a superhero film. In a superhero film characters KNOW what they are. Superman is aware he gives people hope, Batman knows he is order in a world of chaos just as the audience does. Logan however? He’s not a symbol. He’s not a warrior. He doesn’t play into tropes. Life is a sad, abysmal, bloody mess where nothing makes sense and it’s all just HARD. A lot of the best Westerns are like this (notably Shane), so Logan is really setting itself apart from the superhero crowd by embracing this.

4) Boyd Holbrook as Donald Pierce.

Originally posted by prettieparker86

Holbrook makes the villainous Pierce wonderfully skeezy. He’s got this wonderful energy and charisma which makes the audience just love to hate him. Holbrook is an absolute delight in the part and helps elevate the film be being totally despicable.

5) Stephen Merchant as Caliban.

Originally posted by neondragonfly

I mentioned in my X-Men: Apocalypse recap that both that film and this one features an adaptation of the character Caliban from the comics. This was the result of just poor communication between the filmmaking teams meaning both characters ended up in both films. But they play notably different roles, with Caliban being more of a plot device in Apocalypse but an actual character with decisions and consequences in this film. I have a head canon that Apocalypse Caliban is Logan Caliban’s father. I don’t know if anything supports this but I like it.

Merchant is wonderful in the decidedly NON comedic part (considering the actor has considerable comedic talent which he has shown off in the past). He is quiet, understated, you see that there is a pain there always lurking underneath (or not so underneath) the surface. Wonderful at drumming up empathy and occasionally giving exposition without forcing it down our throat, Merchant is the hidden gem of this film and absolutely glorious.

6) The decline of Xavier’s health in this film allows Patrick Stewart to play the character notably different than before.

Originally posted by hughxjackman

For one thing, it is really interesting to hear Xavier dropping, “fucks,” left and right. But more than that the hope which has so defined the character for seventeen years is now largely gone. Not totally though, it’s still there. But it’s mixed in with pain and heartache, anger and confusion, bitter disappointment and self doubts. It is an absolutely heartbreaking and conflict filled role which allows Stewart to really shine in what is also HIS final turn as the beloved Professor X.

7) This line is very telling not only of Charles’ state in the film but also Logan’s conflict.

Xavier: “I always know who you are its just sometimes I don’t recognize you.”

8) When I first saw the film I thought this was just a nice wink to the first X-Men film.

Logan [after Charles says someone is waiting for him at the statue of liberty]: “Statue of liberty was a long time ago, Charles.”

Only with this viewing did I realize the motel where Logan meets Laura and Gabriella is the Liberty Motel with a statue of liberty logo.

9) This is part of the whole “the characters don’t know what they’re supposed to represent” trope in Westerns, but Xavier is kind of a dick in this film.

Xavier: “What a disappointment you are.”

Like, I get that you’ve had a hard life too Charles. But Logan is around 150 years old (I think). He’s been through the Civil War, World War I, World War II, the Vietnam War, lost his memories, got them back at some point, and of course went through the events of every single X-Men film that happened before (including losing everyone in Days of Future Past then getting them back then losing them again before this film).

10) I thought it was a smart decision to only HINT at what happened with the X-Men instead of actually showing it.

Xavier: “Logan, what did you do? What did you do!?”

I’ll talk more about this in a little bit though.

11) Gabriella going to Logan for help feels like a Western trope. Like in The Magnificent Seven, the former outlaw/gunslinger trying to lead a quiet life is pulled back into it by someone who NEEDS them. In this case Logan is the gunslinger.

12) Dafne Keen as Laura.

Originally posted by sonjackcarl

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This girl. This fucking girl. This fucking girl is so fucking incredible. It is wildly difficult for me to wrap my head around how fucking amazing Dafne Keen is as Laura. I mean, her first sign of unique character and strength is when she fucking knocks out Pierce by throwing a damn pipe at his head! A mostly silent part for the first half (two-thirds?) of the film, Keen is able to embrace the physicality of her role BEAUTIFULLY. The way she moves, the look in her fucking eyes. She’s SO intense and that’s amazing. Everything about her. The fact that an eleven year old girl could be so damn intimidating speaks massively to her performance in this film. Hugh Jackman has been playing this part for longer than she’s been ALIVE and she can hold her own with him in every one of his her fucking scenes! This girl is a tiny badass! You know you don’t want to mess with Laura because she will fuck you up! I mean holy shit, she walks up to a group of bad guys with a fucking decapitated head. SHE GETS A HARPOON SHOT THROUGH HER CHEST AND IT BARELY PHASES HER! That entire first fight scene with her, Logan, and Pierce’s crew at their makeshift home shows off her skills as an actress phenomenally! She is a raging force of nature you do NOT want to piss off! Dafne Keen is the breakout star in Hugh Jackman’s last time as Wolverine! That tells a lot!

13) Bad guys deluding themselves into thinking their good guys is very honest to reality, but honestly how can you hunt down and murder children like a fucking sack of shit and think you’re still the good guy?

Pierce [to Caliban]: “I’m gonna need you to do one more thing for the good guys.”

14) Fuck Transigen. This film really did a good job of making films who you are hoping get brutally massacred by Logan and Laura. THEY BIRTHED CHILDREN FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF STUDYING THEM AND SELLING THEM AS SOLDIERS!

Dr. Rice [Transigen head scientist]: “Do not think of them as children. Think of them as things with patents and copyrights.”

I cannot begin to express how absolutely fucking horrific and despicable that concept is. THIS IS A COMPANY WHO TRYS TO KILL CHILDREN BECAUSE, “They could not be controlled.” BECAUSE THYE DIDN’T SERVE A PURPOSE! BECAUSE THEY WERE ACTUALLY HUMAN CHILDREN TRANSIGEN TRIED TO FUCKING MURDER THEM!

I look forward to their deaths.

15) I dig this.

Xavier: “She’s your daughter Logan.”

In the comics X-23 is a female clone of Wolverine, pushing that forward into a father/daughter relationship I think is strong. You can feel their relationship in her performance. Even when Laura is giving Logan a death stare you can feel that they’re connected. I mean, he’s the only one who gets ANYWHERE by telling her what to do.

16) Shane is prominently featured in a scene during the first half of the film.

Xavier talking about an early memory of seeing Shane in the theaters (when he was a kid) was reportedly an improvised moment. According to IMDb, this is an actual memory Patrick Stewart has from his youth which he brought up for the film. Shane was a large influence on the film, and one of the most iconic moments from the film ties very significantly into the movie.

Shane: “A man has to be what he is, Joey. Can’t break the mold. I tried it and it didn’t work for me. Joey, there’s no living with…with a killing. There’s no going back from one. Right or wrong, it’s a brand. A brand sticks. There’s no going back. Now you run on home to your mother, and tell her…tell her everything’s all right. And there aren’t any more guns in the valley.”

17) Logan losing it at the X-Men comics he finds is very telling of how he views the past. The very first page he opens to is Wolverine saving Rogue, who is notably absent from this film and who Logan had the strongest relationship with in X-Men and X2. This is how he WISHES life was. A big adventure, where he got to save his friends and the world on a more regular basis. Instead he’s left with pain and heartache.

17.1) The X-Men comics had to be special made for this film, as Marvel wouldn’t allow the studio to use actual X-Men comics.

Originally posted by everythingstarstuff

18) Xavier’s Oklahoma City seizure.

Originally posted by moviesandotherdrugs

When I first saw this film in theaters, this was the moment I went, “Holy shit, this film is amazing.” The fact that they turn this scene where everyone is frozen into a pseudo-action scene is amazing. Logan taking the time to go around and kill the bad guys is not only intelligent and organic but amazing to the eye. According to IMDb:

Professor Xavier’s Psionic blast was done by shooting shaky footage and then re-stabilizing the frame in post. Resulting a footage containing strange motion blur with smearing effect, that is both organic and very unusual. The team shot the sequences slightly wider than was needed so that shots could be blown up to hide the edges of the stabilizing effect.

All of this makes the scene CRAZY strong and memorable, with Laura even participating by killing the one guy Logan missed.

19) What exactly happened to the X-Men.

News Reporter [reporting on the Oklahoma City incident; referring to a similar instance back in Westchester a year ago]: “…and took the lives of several mutants, including seven of the X-Men.”

In the comics, because of a psychic attack on Wolverine, he killed what he thought were super villains attacking X-Mansion which turned out to be his fellow teammates. In pre production there was the idea to film this as a prologue to the movie, while in the later dinner scene there was a deleted moment where Xavier went into detail about what happened at X-Mansion. I prefer this because it allows us as the audience to have hope that our favorite X-Men survived. (I may have even gotten the quote wrong; the reporter could have said, “seven mutants, including several of the X-Men.”)

20) Logan and the family dinner.

Originally posted by anothermoviepage

This was a concept first introduced in X-Men Origins: Wolverine; Logan finding a bit of peace and normalcy before his life goes crazy again. It is a nice moment of warmth in a story of heartache. What makes it all the worse? Logan, Xavier, and Laura. They WANT this. They are eager to have it.

Xavier [to Logan, about the family]: “You should take a moment and feel it.”

This is the goal. Xavier wants the Sunseeker boat with Logan, Laura wants her friends and family, but only one of the three gets this. Excuse me, I’m sad now.


Will Munson [after Logan takes care of some redneck thugs]: “You’ve had training.”

Logan: “Some.”

Originally posted by imabeast78

22) Well. This is heartbreaking.

Charles: “This was without a doubt the most perfect night I’ve had in a long time. But I don’t deserve it, do I?…I think I finally understand you. Logan?”

Except he’s pouring his heart out to NOT Logan, but a Wolverine clone who murders him!

23) Fucking Logan clones.

(GIF originally posted by @notias1)

The dual Hugh Jackman-s in this scene are amazing, especially the seamless transition between X-24 walking down the stairs and Logan looking after him. The fight is strong as well, but nothing compared with what’s to come.

24) I love that these are Caliban’s final words, in reference to what Pierce told him earlier. It’s surprisingly badass.

Caliban [before setting off some grenades]: “Beware the light.”

25) Can I be totally honest with you guys? Hugh Jackman deserves a fucking Oscar nomination for this film. Like, 100%. Maybe there’ll be enough better performances towards the end of the year, but it at least deserves to be TALKED about. Just look at the scene where he’s standing over Xavier’s grave. He barely says a fucking word but still there is so much incredible raw emotion in his performance. There is heartache, there is anger, and it is all just SO amazing. But of course it’s the Oscars. He won’t even be a part of the conversation because it’s a comic book movie that came out in March.

26) Having a mute character speak COULD take away from what makes them interesting, but because of Dafne Keen’s performance Laura she is even MORE compelling.

Logan: “I don’t know how you got me here [to the hospital] but thank you.”

Laura: “De nada.”

The passion, honesty, ferocity, and focus which made her physical performance so compelling in the first half of the film all carries through beautifully into her voice and it just works so seamlessly. I fucking love it.

27) I’m not crying, promise.

Laura: “You’re dying. You want to die. Charles told me.”

Logan: “What else did he tell you?”

Laura: “To not let you.”

This was the exchange that made me think Logan was going to survive the film. Boy, was I wrong.

28) Okay, um…

Logan [when Laura shows him his adamantium bullet]: “Actually, I uh…was thinking of shooting myself with it.”

In X-Men Origins: Wolverine Logan got shot point blank in the skull with an adamanitum bullet and survived, he just lost his memories. You could say he wouldn’t survive in this film because of his healing being weaker, BUT that’s how they kill the Wolverine clone X-24 by shooting him in the head with it. BUT IT DIDN’T WORK IN X-Men Origins!

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29) Laura is vicious!

Logan [when Laura is being distant from him]: “I even gave back the money!”

Laura [coldly]: “Such a nice man.”

(GIF originally posted by @rocktheholygrail)

30) I’m not crying. I promise. Not yet.

Logan: “Bad shit happens to people I care about. Understand me?”

Laura: “Then I’ll be fine.”

(GIF source unknown [if this is your GIF please let me know].)

31) Wolverine fighting in the woods to save the kids from being murdered by Pierce and Rice is probably the worthiest cause Logan has ever fought for, and the way he is choreographed as fighting alongside Laura shows their relationship is as strong as ever. They work with/off of each other, making each other stronger and helping the other survive. Because they’re family.

32) The fact that Wolverine’s final battle is against himself (or, a clone of himself) is probably deeply poetic but I’m too fascinated by what’s going on screen to analyze it. Again, he and Laura are fighting side by side here. Hell, it’s Laura he’s fighting for! And it’s Logan Laura is fighting to save. She’s the one who shoots X-24 in the head to kill him in an attempt to save Logan. But…oh boy…I don’t know if I can write this…

33) Pierce’s death is horrible and gratuitous and SO fucking cathartic considering he spent the entire film DESPERATELY TRYING TO MURDER CHILDREN! (Warning, below video features graphic content from an R-rated film. Viewer discretion is advised.

34) Logan’s death.

For one thing (holy shit I’m tearing up as a write this, what the fuck?), the prophecy Yukio made in The Wolverine comes to pass.

(Screenshot taken from a GIF set originally posted by @highsmith)

Except it’s not literally his heart, like in The Wolverine. It’s Laura. Laura is his heart. And, um…wow this is fucking hard. Okay look: I didn’t cry when I saw this in theaters. Everyone else did, but I kinda saw it coming. But a lot has happened between now and then so it hits closer to home. Anyone who has lost a parent or a loved one will be moved as Logan’s daughter watches him while he dies.

Logan: “Don’t be what they made you. Laura…”

Originally posted by darkblo0d08

Logan: “Ah, so this is what it feels like.”

This is the only time Laura refers to Logan as her father and also the only time Logan doesn’t deny it. Showing that they’ve accepted their relationship, but then he dies. Holding his daughter’s hand in his own. Because she’s his heart. Okay now I’m tearing up.

You know what makes the scene even harder? The little fucking funeral all the kids have for their savior. For the Wolverine. For Logan. And the fact Laura uses the same quote from Shane harkens back not only to a brief moment of just being a kid with Xavier and her dad in the other room, but also just what kind of impact those words have in a new light.

Laura [quoting Shane]: “A man has to be what he is, Joey. Can’t break the mold. There’s no living with a killing. There’s no going back. Right or wrong, it’s a brand. A brand that sticks. Now you run on home to your mother, and tell her everything’s all right. And there are no more guns in the valley.”

And then, in what is probably the most fitting final image of this 17 year old character, Laura turns the cross into an X.

Logan is a masterpiece. Working in a different style and going against established superhero and X-Men tropes makes this a worthy finale to Hugh Jackman’s tenure as the character. He is as strong as ever, Patrick Stewart is as strong as ever, and newcomer Dafne Keen fucking hits it out of the park. It’s heartbreaking and brutal and amazing because of these things. It’s fantastic and I think everyone should see it. Just…wow.

Officer named Daddy - Jungkook (Smut)

Finally its here! I’m really hoping you guys enjoy it. There was such a big build up for this that I was a little scared to post it, but never the less, here it it. Enjoy ;)

You where sat in your room, the cold oak desk you had been studying at for the past two hours becoming fascinating as your mind done everything in its power to procrastinate. You had a lecture from a police group in your university today the KNP-SWAT team, however you couldn’t seem to push one of the men out of your head, Head Officer Jeon Jungkook; his smile, cheeky and cute yet poisonous and sexy all at once, his fluffy yet slick burgundy hair and his toned body -from what you could see in that tight fitting uniform of his.- To refrain from loosing your mind, you decided to put your spotify playlist into action, hoping it would help you concentrate. After another painfully long thirty minutes of attempted study you moved down stairs to get a snack. You had already had dinner, so you decided on a cup of tea and a soft cookie, sitting on the couch watching a reality TV show. You had just cleaned up your meal and turned off all electronics down stairs, ready to go to bed, when you heard a knock on your door. You slowly walked over, unlocking and opening the door, looking out worriedly. No one would come to your door at this time, the fact you lived in an area prone to fires, drugs and break ins made you almost scared to do so, but never the less you proceeded. You where looking down at a pair of black patin Doc Martens, the double knotted laces leading up to black trousers. The legs where slim but firm, the calves muscular and thighs almost bulging out of the fabric around them. There was a hand on the belt of the trousers, the long fingers gripped the belt buckle firmly. The hands, followed with veiny extensors and flexors. You didn’t need the arms to flex to see the bulging muscles coming from the biceps and triceps. That was when you saw the black shirt, leather padding surrounding the shoulders, two gold badges on the left pocket of the shirt and one on the right. Above that, a police badge, your eyes widened as you made your way past the green-purple neck veins and define jawline to find the man himself, Jeon Jungkook. You unintentionally revealed your nerves, through the goose bumps that had appeared on your legs which only supported a pair of stripped grey booty shorts, you shivered at the cold breeze coming over your body. “Oh, please come in.” You spoke politely, allowing the officer to enter your home. “Would you like anything to drink?” You asked him, however all you really wanted to know was why this gorgeous man was in your house at this hour. “No I’m alright thank you. I was just…” He said resting his hands on his belt as he continued “coming to check your house, there was a noise complaint…” He spoke, unbuckling his belt. “Loud screaming, from upstairs” He said sliding the belt off and hitting it off his right palm. “No I’m home alone, there must be a mistake. There was no screaming” You said confused. His eyes instantly blackened, iris’s captivated in lust as his lips curved into a devious smirk, “Hmm…There will be.” He spoke as he backed you up against the door. “Aren’t you still working?!” you said, your breathing becoming heavy, your heat growing wet. “I got off work an hour ago, (y/n). I’ve been thinking about you ever since I caught your eye in the lecture hall this morning” He said, his voice was husky and his breaths sounded like growls. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?” You asked, your brain unable to register what a handsome man like him, would want to do with a simple girl like you. “I want you.” He said, as he pounced. His hands engulfed your face as his lips touched yours, through instinct you put your arms to his, in attempt to push him away however he simply grasped your wrists, pinning your arms above your head as he slid his tongue across your bottom lip, gaining entrance to your mouth. You felt his rough tongue skim over your mouth, he tasted like a police officer would, the aroma of coffee and donuts still lingering in his mouth, contrasting with the tea and cookie combination of yours. Instantly you where inactivated in his body, you where his for the night, wither you liked it or not. Your tongues battled together in a fight for dominance. As you both attempted to taste as much of each other as possible. You whimpered at the fact you couldn’t explore his body, being restrained from his hands. “Shh baby, in time.” He said as he dropped your hands, “Jump” He said, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands squeezing your ass. Your arms where wrapped around his neck as both of you continued the harsh make out session. He carried you upstairs, “what room?” he asked breathlessly. “last on the right” you puffed. He lay you down on the bed, as he climbed on top of you. Pulling at the hem of your shirt before ripping it off to reveal your blue lace bra. His hand reaching round to the back, unclipping it and throwing it to the opposite side of the room as he moved this kiss from your lips, trailing them down to your jaw line, sucking ever so slightly, as he got lower his sucking and nipping became hasher. From your neck to your shoulder all the way down to your breasts. He massaged your left breast will his tongue harassed your right nipple. Your moans came out in long, slow blows, engulfed in pure pleasure by just his lips on your skin. He moved down to your shorts, sliding them down your smooth legs, leaving you in just your blue lace panties. Reaching round to his waist he pulled out a pair of shining silver hand cuffs, trailing the cold metal up your thighs and all the way up to the tips of your fingers, earning a shiver from you. He took your wrists one by one and cuffed them to your head board. Restraining you from touching him, making you want it all the more. He left you  laying there, with your legs open as he began to strip. First taking off his boots and tight trousers, revealing his boxers and tented bulge, begging to be touched. “Uhhh” You huffed as he slowly unbuttoned each of single button of his shirt. “Patience baby girl” he said as his shirt fell to the ground revealing his muscular, toned body and an in captivating ‘V’ line that led to his throbbing member. He crawled back over you, sitting in front of your legs. He carefully pulled the lace of the panties down your legs, as he began kissing up your thighs. He sucked harshly on the skin of your thigh, “Ah Jungkooook” You said as he edged closer to your heat. He slapped your thigh and stopped what he was doing. “That’s Daddy to you.” He said sternly. You gulped, nodding slightly. He continued in his tracks. He nipped and sucked at the skin only millimetres away from your heat. “Daddyyy…” You moaned out, needing him everywhere. He placed one hand on your thigh as the tip of his finger slid over your entrance, you groaned attempting to move forward but his grip held you still. Then he slowly slid his finger into your entrance, you moaned out leaning forward in attempt feel more of him. Once you had loosened up a little he added another finger, curling them to reach your g-spot. “Ahhh Daddy!!!” You screamed as you quivered under his fingers. “Not done yet baby” he said as he added another finger, stretching you out further. “Uh Daddy please!!” You yelled as he plunged his fingers into you curling round you, you could hold back your release anymore as you came all over him fingers. “Watch me.” He said as he took his three fingers into mouth, devouring your taste. It was a massive turn on, even more so when his head disappeared in between your legs. His hair tickling your thighs as his tongue slid over your slits, his tongue ventured deep into your pussy. Lapping up all of your juices before sucking and biting harshly on your clit, causing a mini release from being so wet for him. He slid back up to you, turning you on your side and kneeling on the bed. “Suck it, princess” Your eyes widened at his throbbing cock, but you did as he said you took the very tip of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue to taste his pre cum. “Don’t tease Daddy” He said pushing his hand into your hair and pushing himself into you. you began to suck as he began to grind into your mouth, face fucking you. You hollowed your cheeks around him, causing his head to fall back and a long groan to come from his throat. You flattened your tongue along his member and moaned into him, the vibrations became too much for him and he release into your mouth. You looked up at him questioningly “swallow.” He said, you done as he wished and let the warm, white liquid slide down your throat. “Good girl” he said, kissing your forehead. He walked back down to your legs, sliding them open again, “Do we need protection?” He asked, before making any moves. “No, i’m on birth control” You said. He nodded and smirked before slowly sliding into you, instantly your eyes closed and moans began erupting from your voice box. “Open your eyes, I want you to see what I’m doing to you” He said sternly. Your eyes opened as he pushed into you again. He stopped allowing you time to adjust, you simply nodded when he could move. He went slow at first, hitting all the right places, slowly and gently. “Please Daddy, Faster” You said moaning, he done as you said, bringing your left leg over his shoulder, he thrusted in and out of you faster and faster, hitting your g-spot with each powerful thrust “AHH DADDY!!! I-I’M GONNA…” You screamed loudly “Cum for me princess” As if following his orders, you released around his erect member, your release sent him over the edge too as you both rode out your orgasms together. He leaned down to his pocket, grabbing the keys to the handcuffs, uncaring you and throwing both the key and cuffs down to the floor. “Woah” you spoke, totally breathless. “So… why did you come here?” You asked him, still confused. “You caught my eye today, I honestly couldn’t get you out of my head. So I searched you in our register and found your address. I hadn’t planned to sleep with you tonight, just talk to you.” He said looking down at you as he snaked a hand around your waist. “Are you planning to commit or am I just a one nighter?” You asked worriedly, “Why don’t we go on a date, Friday night?” He asked looking down at you. You smiled and nodded. “Can you stay the night?” you asked him, shyly. “Of course I can.” He said kissing your fore head as you snuggled up under the blankets together.

anonymous asked:

Hello Pit! Thanks for your good writing and blog. So, I've been seeing a lot of dislike for the current arc, and while I think I understand the principles behind the dislike, I'm having difficulty figuring out what the preferred alternative would look like. Would there be modifications to this arc? Would there be a different arc? (I know you mentioned wanting to see Shouto reach the kids with his backstory, so besides that I guess?) K1/3

I guess what I’m saying is that while I think I understand the issues (raucous and goofy tone with Unfortunate Implications when a more somber attitude might/would have been more welcome), I’m having difficulty seeing how that would play out/what that would look like. I have my own opinions about the current arc, so maybe my mind is too rooted in (over)analyzing what I’ve read according to my interpretations? Thank you for your time! Have a great day. K2/3

Honestly? Now that I think about it, this particular arc might not even have to change all that much if we’d just been given more time to decompress after the absolute cluster-cuss of the previous one. Like @the-button-harlequin said, we only got two chapters in a hospital setting (only one of which was a proper cooldown chapter since the first one was Nighteye’s death) before getting shunted into this. If we’d gotten a few more chapters of transition, the whacky babysitter shenanigans wouldn’t have been so jarring. It could’ve been a lot of things, really: more dorm interactions, the intern kids getting used to school life again, more reflection on losses and such, and a more gradual transition to lighthearted humor through dorm shenanigans. Because at least dorm shenanigans feel more grounded than the babysitting thing; I didn’t sense this tone problem in the aftermath of the Kamino Ward arc.


Before the introduction of the children, I was really excited to see Endeavor sitting in for an actual training session, and the effect that would have on Todoroki, Bakugou, and even Yoarashi. It would have been a different way to decompress from the internship arc by changing the key of the drama, as it were, with internal struggles over the external ones that Deku faced against Chisaki. With a more serious and grounded tone, we could get some solid development for all three of the boys I mentioned: Todoroki for obvious reasons, Bakugou because of the parallels between him and Endeavor and the fact that he overheard Todoroki’s conversation with Deku back at the Sports Festival, and Yoarashi as he faces Endeavor a second time.

There Is A Call For You

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I walk among the rich people, but I am not one of them. For a long time, I have been serving those who can afford it. I don’t really belong to a family - people just hire me for their parties. So, as you understand, I have seen a lot of people from the elite in my career, though most of them were nothing special for me. I would go with my team and serve people and I would get paid for it. That was it, and there was no need for more. 

Yet, this last party didn’t go like most other parties that I have been hired for. First, everything seemed normal - a rich and successful businessman, Mr. Gilmoure, had organized a big event for all of his rich friends and business partners. Everything was quite stunning and the guests were having a good time. We, the service, did as well, actually. We talked with each other and secretly made little jokes about the rich around us. By all means, it started off as a good evening, yet things started to change quickly and there was something going on that no one noticed.

The first thing was that the host didn’t have much staff. Most of the service walking around was hired for that evening. He had a butler and a cook as far as I knew. That was it. Of course, Mr. Gilmoure lived alone, so perhaps having only two on his staff was more than enough for him. It was a pretty great mansion though, which made me wonder if the butler had to clean all of it. 

Speaking of the butler, he was the second strange thing I slowly started to notice. He was weird and scary. If he walked past me, I would feel uncomfortable. It was almost like something was trying to tell me to leave the place as quickly as I could, because something was wrong. Yet, I shook it off and just kept going on doing my stuff. If the butler wasn’t near, everything felt alright. We still had a good time. Don’t you think it’s strange how people can be misled so easy?

It was around two hours later when suddenly our businessman disappeared. His butler, I learned that his name was Jacob, told us that Mr. Gilmoure was tired and was taking a little nap. The party could continue, and he was somewhere where he wouldn’t be disturbed by the music downstairs. No one had thought that it was rude or strange of him to do so. He was an elderly man after all. But I don’t think he was sleeping. Because things really changed when he had left. It all started with one sentence said by Jacob.

“There is a call for you.”

He had said it to one the guests, a young man in his mid-thirties. I was standing behind them at the moment. The butler would tell the man to come with him so that he could take the call. I didn’t really bother about it and just went on with the serving of the drinks. 

It happened later again, however. After that, I learned that something was indeed wrong. The second guest, a nice looking woman with jewels around a neck, was asking me for some extra wine when the butler came towards us. He told her the same thing as he had told the guy before, and she also went with him. But before she did, she told me to wait for her with the wine. I obliged. 

I think that it’s good that I had done so, because otherwise I never would have seen that she didn’t return. When a half hour passed by and she didn’t come for her wine anymore, I gave it to someone else. Perhaps she had forgotten about it? Yet, I was worried about her, even if I didn’t knew her that much. And when I really started to look around, I saw that the first guy wasn’t there anymore as well. Both were gone.

It happened again two more times, maybe even more. When I saw Jacob heading towards a guest, I would try to stand as close as I could, and heard the exact same words as he had used before. The guest would follow him to the place where the phone was supposed to be, and then he never returned back to the party. I don’t know if I was the only one who noticed this, but it was making me feel really scared and worried. By the fourth time it happened, I decided to follow the butler and guest as well. Just to be sure. You ever had that feeling that you wish you didn’t something? Believe me, I still have it.

The fourth guest was a woman again, she was somewhere between her forties and fifties. She looked quite successful and impressive. I stayed far behind enough for them to not notice me. When the two disappeared in a room, I took a little sprint, pretending that I needed to get something. 

I slowly opened the door and saw the manservant and the lady standing by the phone. It was a pretty old one, with a cord. Jacob gave the receiver to the woman and she answered it. I saw her face become white when the person on the other side apparently spoke. I was too far away to hear him, but it wasn’t good. She spoke, shaking.“What do you mean with ‘Your time has come?’” 

The butler took the cord in his hands and slowly brought it up to her throat. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. My voice was stuck inside my throat and I could only look at how the guy put the cord around the woman’s throat and pulled it. Choking her with it. Until the phone fell out her hand and dangled above the ground. I felt sick when I heard her gargle one last time, before the butler let her go and she felt motionless on the ground. The dial tone sounded from the receiver, tuut… tuut… tuut, and echoed in my head.

I don’t know how I got away from there. It was a blur. I only know that I got away and that I should be very happy that I did. I won’t stop doing my work, but I will never return to that mansion again. I want to forget it, but I still see her dying before my eyes. Why I don’t do anything about it? I’m still fearing for my life and keeping quiet will hopefully keep me safe.

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Not A Little Girl Anymore

Can you do one where the reader is Ricks daughter and likes Daryl. Daryl likes her also but is kind of mean to her beause he doesn’t know how to express his feelings for her. They get caught by Rick and it leads to a fitght. Smut please.

Again, no one is cutting in the request line, the person who requested this sent their request in a private message!

NSFW: swearing, smut

It all started on the farm. There was always some kind of tension between you and Daryl but you were the only one willing to acknowledge it. Daryl decided to keep you as far from him as he could, starting fights with you and being all around stubborn. Sometimes, he insulted you. Sometimes, he ended up ranting and raving at you for no reason. And he absolutely could not stand having you hang around him as much as you did. But you honestly couldn’t help yourself. You had such strong feelings for him and you sensed that he felt the same way. The way Daryl looked at you wasn’t the way someone would look at their friend. He had to feel something for you.

Once you reached the prison, it was impossible to keep you away as you were all in such close quarters now. Then again, if anyone could keep you busy long enough to help Daryl avoid you, it was your father, Rick. But it wasn’t like you were still a kid. You were an adult now and a relationship with Daryl wouldn’t be entirely inappropriate, would it?

After a long day of helping your father and your little brother, Carl clear walkers from the yard, you grabbed some dinner that Carol and Beth had made and you headed for Daryl’s cell. He was taking off his vest and if you hadn’t made your presence known, you probably would’ve gotten a nice view of his shirtless torso. But of course, you didn’t want to creep him out.

“What the hell are you doing?” Daryl snapped, “Tryin’ to change over here.”

“Thought you might want some dinner,” you replied, holding up a plate, “You hungry?”

Daryl sighed as he sat down on his bed, his elbows rested on his knees, “Y/N, what’re you trying to do?”

“Nothing,” you replied, “Just trying to get you to open up to me.”

Daryl shook his head, keeping his eyes on the ground, “This ain’t right.”

“What’s not right?”

“You’re Rick’s daughter,” Daryl muttered, “He’d kill me if he knew what I…”

“If he knew what you what?” you said, setting Daryl’s plate aside. Daryl fidgeted and scooted away as you approached his bed, “Come on, tell me.”

“Don’t make me say it,” Daryl groaned, “Just…he’d be pissed if I…if-if we…”

“I’ll handle my dad, alright?” you said, sitting down next to Daryl on the bed, “Just let yourself feel it.”

Daryl muttered under his breath but you stopped him by turning his head and planting a kiss on his lips. Daryl kept his hands on his lap as he returned your kiss. It was hard to stay in the moment, knowing Rick was still awake but he also had no regrets about this very moment with you. He couldn’t believe he had wasted so much time pushing you away.

“Hey, Daryl I wanted to talk to you about-” the two of them parted ways but not before Rick parted the curtain into Daryl’s cell and caught the two of them. Rick’s fists clenched in a combination of rage, disgust, and confusion, “What the fuck is going on in here?!”

“Dad, it’s no big deal, okay?” you said, “It’s not what you think it’s-”

“Y/N, go back to your cell and don’t you come out of it until morning,” Rick ordered, “Now!”

“No!” you shot back, “I’m an adult and I can do what I want!”

“Y/N, how long has this been going on?!” Rick shouted.

“This was the first time we’ve even done anything,” you replied, “I’m not a little kid anymore you can’t stop me from doing anything.”

“I told you to go to your cell,” Rick snarled, “Go.”

“No, you’re just gonna yell at him,” you said, “When he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Y/N!” Rick snapped, “Get out!”

Rick grabbed you by the arm and he practically threw you out of Daryl’s cell. When he turned back around to face Daryl, he sighed, “How long has this been going on?”

“Like she said, this is the first time anything has happened,” Daryl said, “I’m sorry, Rick.”

“Daryl, I know she’s an adult but she’s still so young,” Rick said.

“I know.”

“It has nothing to do with how I feel about you, ya know,” Rick continued, “You’re a good guy and a loyal friend.”

“I know.”

“But she’s practically a kid, Daryl.”

“She ain’t a kid anymore.”

“Don’t you think I know that?!” Rick snapped, “Look, just…don’t do this, okay?”

Daryl sighed heavily, his heart sinking to his stomach as he reluctantly agreed, “Alright. Won’t do anything.”

Rick made it a point to keep you busy for the few weeks. You found Daryl whenever you could but he insisted that nothing more could happen as he told Rick he wouldn’t do anything. You didn’t want to be pushy but you’d never wanted anything or anyone so badly. How were you supposed to resist?

Rick had given you the job of keeping watch up in the guard tower. It was going to be lonely but hopefully, you wouldn’t be lonely for much longer. You had left Daryl a note on his bed before heading up to the guard tower and now all you could do was wait.

You sat in that guard tower for at least an hour, staring off into space, checking the ammo in your gun as if it was going to disappear unless you looked every few minutes.

After almost two hours, you heard someone climbing up the ladder to the guard tower and your heart raced, your entire body heating up and aching as the footsteps grew closer.

Daryl’s large hands slapped down on the ground, his strong, toned arms pulled him up. He held a piece of lined paper in between his chubby fingers, “What is this?”

“I thought you’d like to keep me company,” you said.

“Y/N, we’ve been through this,” Daryl replied, “I told Rick nothing else would happen.”

“The thought of me dating is never going to make my dad comfortable,” you argued, “It’s going to make him cringe forever and nothing is going to change his mind. So why don’t we just do what makes us happy? You wanna know what would make me happy, Daryl?”


You set your gun aside and crawled towards him as he sat with his knees to his chest. When you finally reached him, you sat on your legs and took his face in your hands, kissing him hungrily. Daryl groaned under your lips and raised his hands to grab your waist but he hesitated, his promise to Rick hanging over his head.

Pulling away, you grabbed Daryl’s hands and pulled him closer into the guard tower. He sat against the wall as you straddled him, smashing your lips against his once more. As you kissed him, you unbuttoned your shirt and slid it down your arms. Daryl’s breath hitched and you felt him shift underneath you, either trying to hide how your body affected him or trying to create more friction. Either way, it sent chills up your spine as he moved against you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered in his ear, placing a kiss on his jaw, “Put your hands on me.”

Daryl ran his rough hands up your sides but was still hesitating to do much else. You shoved his vest off his shoulders and thrust your hips once against him as you started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Fuck,” Daryl hissed, “Y/N, I don’t…”

“Shh,” you whispered, sliding his shirt off Daryl’s shoulders and kissing along his collarbone. His skin was warm and his chest was heaving, his breath coming heavily and shakily. He trembled, melting under your touch as your hands roamed every inch of his skin all while continuing to thrust your hips against him every few seconds, which made him grunt and lean his head back.

Daryl’s fingers trailed up your back, burying his face in your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he undid the clasp on your bra. You pulled away briefly to discard the bra and he grabbed your arms to keep you still so he could take you all in. He lowered his head as he cupped your breasts in his hands. You smiled, letting a gasp escape your throat, biting your lip as you watched him open his mouth, his expert tongue swirling around your nipple.

“Daryl,” you sighed, your jaw dropping as his mouth closed on your breast, sucking and you squealed when you felt his teeth graze your skin. Burying your fingers in his hair, you pulled his head away from you, unable to control the desperate ache in your core. His eyelids were heavy, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his head. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck.

“I can’t…” he muttered, “I want…I want you so bad.”

You smiled and stood up. He watched as you slowly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your legs. You kicked them away in the pile of the other clothes the two of you had discarded. As he watched you, he lifted his hips to take off his pants.

“Jesus,” Daryl growled under his breath as he quickly got up and kissed you aggressively. His fingers pressed into your warm flesh, wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up.

“Daryl,” you gasped, your nails digging into his slightly tanned skin as he pressed you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You went from aching to being filled completely in just one thrust. The relief made you moan out loud, throwing your head back. Daryl covered your mouth, grunting with every thrust.

“Gotta be quiet,” he whispered. You rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts, squeezing your walls around him, leaving him to be the one to moan and rake his nails down your thighs. You silenced him with a kiss.

“What was that about quiet?” you said. Daryl’s fingers slipped between your legs, hitting your sweet spot as he circled his fingers around your clit. Wrapping your arms tighter around Daryl’s shoulders, you bit his shoulder to keep from shouting as the ache returned, stronger than ever. The build-up was coming, slowly rising in your body as you held it off as long as possible to feel this moment forever, “Don’t stop. Oh god, don’t stop.”

Daryl’s fingers pressed down harder, his thrusts getting faster and clumsier and you knew he was reaching the same point as you. You relaxed your body, curling your toes as you allowed your climax to overtake you. The intense release made you a little lightheaded but it was the best feeling you had ever experienced. You felt Daryl’s own release explode inside of you and you smiled, leaning your head back as you let a drawn out moan fall from your slightly parted lips.

“Shit, probably should’ve thought more about…” Daryl mumbled against your shoulder.

“About…about…about what?” you stuttered, “Protection?”

Daryl nodded and you laughed, kissing the bite mark you left on his shoulder as he lowered the two of you back down to the ground before his legs could give out. You shook your head, stroking his hair, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Your dad would kill me,” he said, “Don’t think he’d like being a grandfather.”

You couldn’t answer him right away as you were laughing too hard. You pulled away from his shoulder and kissed his lips, “I’m sure it won’t even be an issue, Daryl. But listen to me, we’re gonna figure out a way to tell my dad, okay? Because I really like you and I don’t wanna be kept away from you anymore.”

Daryl nodded, “Me too. I feel like I’ve betrayed Rick but…also feels like I don’t care.”

“Good,” you said, giggling as you kissed him again, “You’re mine, Daryl Dixon. Forever.”

Thanks for the request! And thanks for reading! <3