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Misdialed Call (Part Four)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 938

Previous Part: Part Three

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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tactile ronan headcanons
  • I just think that he touches adam all the time and it’s not just a sexual or even necessarily romantic thing; it’s a “you’re here and important to me so I’m gonna touch you a lot because that’s one of the easiest ways for me to communicate” thing
  • when it’s really hot out adam will Suffer if they cuddle at night because ronan is one of those space heater type dudes. ronan insists on having like, one hand on him though (you know those people who need at least a corner of blanket on them to sleep no matter how hot it is - that’s ronan but with adam’s limbs)
  • speaking of summertime…..adam freckles a lot when he’s in the sun and ronan always has to point out the new ones when they appear. (”was this one here last year?” “idk why would I keep track of that” “wtf parrish you have the entire periodic table memorized and yet you don’t remember what your own shoulder looks like? freak”) (they’re both freaks)
  • I’ve mentioned this before but ronan is pretty much one of those dogs that doesn’t understand it’s way too big to sit in people’s laps
  • if adam ever gets like…a paper cut…ronan is THERE he’s like ok we need to fucking disinfect this let me help you
  • he also definitely DEFINITELY does the thing where one hand is sort of on the small of adam’s back sometimes when they’re in public together, not pulling him around or anything just making sure he’s still there (and to piss off homophobes lbr I could make an entire post abt the various ways ronan accomplishes that too)
  • (for his part, adam absolutely loves how freely and gently ronan touches. it’s completely unfamiliar and a little surprising to him at first - he’s gone a lot of his life without much in terms of positive physical contact - but after a few months of being with ronan he doesn’t know how he managed without it)

suddenly i see (this is what i wanna be)

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written by: Mel | @mellamymake

prompt: “You stepped on my glasses and now I’m pretty much blinded and you have to accompany me everywhere till I can get my new glasses" for anonymous 

word count: 5178

"I can’t believe you’ve managed to hide this for so long.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t hiding,” Bellamy points out, a touch of colour rising in his cheeks. “I just don’t like to wear them when I’m out. That’s not hiding.”

Or, the one where Clarke moves in with Bellamy and is shocked to discover that he wears glasses.

In Clarke’s honest defence, she wasn’t even aware that Bellamy wore glasses.

“What about beach week two years ago?” she demands, staring at the black frames balanced across his nose. “Did you have glasses then?”

He adjusts them with two fingers, peering at her through the lenses. “I think it’s pretty safe to say I’ve had them ever since I got them, Clarke. Which is, oh, about fifteen years ago.”

“But did you wear them?” she persists, her frown deepening. “I’m really sure I would have remembered you wearing them.”

He pauses then, his brow furrowing. “Well. I always wear them at the end of the day. Like, right before going to bed. So…”

“So only in your room, then.” At his nonchalant shrug, she throws her hands up into the air, huffing exasperatedly. “I can’t believe you’ve managed to hide this for so long.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t hiding,” he points out, a touch of colour rising in his cheeks. “I just don’t like to wear them when I’m out. That’s not hiding.”

“You’ve been wearing contacts all these years,” she mutters, shaking her head. “Those are contacts I’ve been looking at, all these years.”

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Divine Intervention

(Thank you to Luna for donating to our @trashbrigade  gisholership fundraiser!)


Once Sam leaves the motel room, Dean locks the door behind him and sits down on the bed to consider his options. He’s got a couple of hours at least before his brother gets back and he’s feeling restless. Maybe he should indulge in a little me-time to see if that helps.

Double checking that the door is locked, he lies back on the bed and reaches for his belt, then stops and grabs another pillow to shove behind his head. He starts to move toward his belt again but instead drops his hands to the mattress, sighing. He kinda wishes Cas were here. Not like that he quickly adds to himself. It’s just that it’s been awhile since he’s seen Cas and he wonders how he is. He’d probably feel better if he knew Cas was ok. He’d definitely be less edgy if he could be sure that Cas wasn’t in any kind of trouble. That’s all. If Cas could only poof on in here with his hair all fluffed up and his eyes all blue and his arms all muscley…

Ok, maybe a little bit like that.

He lets his mind wander into something that approximates praying to Cas but leaves him with plausible deniability. If he shows up, great. If not, it’s not like Dean is lying around here being a wussy baby. It’s no big deal either way.

Only a few seconds pass before that tell-tale whoosh has Dean smiling. It’s only another second later that Dean scrambles to his feet because that is not Cas. It’s an older man Dean has never seen before, dressed incongruently in a loud Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans.

In a flash, Dean has a knife in his hand but with a flick of the intruder’s wrist it goes flying across the room. Next, Dean grabs for the gun in his jacket pocket but before he can get to it, another casual gesture leaves him pinned against the wall.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

Dean gives him the best glare he can muster while being completely at his mercy.

“I’m happy to free you if you’ll just hear me out.”

Dean nods and immediately feels the use of his body return. Taking a few steps away from the wall, he clenches and unclenches his fists. “What are you? What do you want?”

The stranger eyes him curiously. “First off, why did you start with the knife?”

“Are you seriously questioning my weapon choices?”

The man ticks things off on his fingers. “Knife first, then gun. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of killing you,” Dean answers, and yeah, he’s feeling a little defensive at this point. “Still am,” he mutters a bit more quietly.

“Why not go first for the angel blade under the bed?”

Dean narrows his eyes at him. “How did you know about—“

“You were praying. To an angel. And then I appeared. It doesn’t take a genius.”

Now that Dean has gathered himself a little, he recognizes some of the angelic signs: that ramrod posture despite the casual clothing, and the intense, almost quizzical stare. “Ok, fine. A winged dick. Got it. What do you want?”

The angel sighs, sort of like Sam does right before one of his lectures. “Where do I start? The recklessness? The medicating with alcohol? The insistence on pork rinds as one of the major food groups?” This last one is accompanied by an actual shudder.

“Great, my own personal self-help angel.” Dean crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Look, buddy, why don’t you mind your own business, I wasn’t even praying to you.”

“I know.”

“You know? Then what are you doing here? Isn’t that like…opening somebody else’s mail?” Or something. Either way Dean is pretty sure it’s against angel etiquette.

The angel doesn’t seem put off by Dean’s excellent reasoning. “Who were you praying to?”

Dean hems and haws. “Don’t you know?”

The angel raises his eyebrows. “Say it.”

Dean feels himself blush. “Castiel.”

Cas poofs in. “Hello, Dean.”

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At Last : Part 1(Tom Holland x Reader)

Imagine Tom running into you (be a celebrity or not) and he is immediately taken with you. However, you have to break it to him you already have a boyfriend. Every time after that when he runs into you, he always tries a little harder.

“Haz. Haz! Look, it’s the girl I was talking about earlier,” Tom whispers.

“The pretty one?” Haz asks. Tom nods, still gazing while you sort through old records in a box, occasionally pulling one or two out. “Go get her, man,” Haz encourages. With a burst of confidence, Tom begins to walk towards you, only to turn back around and stand next to Harrison again. “She looks immersed in what she’s doing, I won’t interrupt,” he says timidly. Haz, however, is not having any of it, and shoves Tom to stand beside you. 

“Oh, hi! Sorry, am I in your way?” you say once you’ve noticed his position by your side. You swear you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you can’t put your finger on it. “Uh, hi. No, no, you’re not in my way at all. Um, I was just wondering if you’d maybe want to, uh, get coffee or something sometime?”

You can’t help but giggle at his awkward and hesitant question. “I’d love to, but I must warn you that I do have a boyfriend so if this is your way of asking me out, I will decline.” He sighs and nods like he was expecting that answer. “However,” you say, “I would still love to get coffee.” You doodle your number onto his hand and say, “just in case you need a friend.” And with that, you leave the record shop.

Tom has already decided that he is definitely going to use your number; and hopefully try to win you for himself.

A/N - Hi! Hope you like this story so far. Plz comment if you want another part! I’m expecting to make this into a series.

Devotion: 1950s!Bucky AU

A summer stuck in the south was not what you expected, nonetheless you spend your time along the porch of your Aunt’s home - placed in a summertime sadness. You were devoted to your image of good girl ways, your family expects nothing less than the perfect little girl to be married off by the age of 19 - that is until you met the boy next door.

Notes: 50s!Bucky AU, teasing, Naked Bucky, smoking

If you’d like to be tagged, send me an ask :) Let me know what you think too! 

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 Windsor Castle, 10 february 1854  |Tableaux of the Seasons

Apart from acting in plays, the children also created tableaux vivants. On such occasion the Queen always remarked that her husband was “much pleased” with the entertainment, which consisted of thematic stage pictures, scenerey, musical accompaniment, and, sometimes, poetic recitation. The tableau vivant - a peculiarly nineteenth-century form of drawing room entertainment - was based on the popular theatrical convention of concluding scenes with a stage picture that, by temporarily suspending speech and action, effectively turned the performance into a living painting. Tableaux performed in private were not generally scenes from plays, but were more likely to recreate historical events, represent mythological and literaru figures. 

Queen Victoria and the Theatre of Her Age by R. Schoch.

This Tableaux was performed at Windsor Castle in the Rubens Room in 1854 by the seven eldest children of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert to mark their parent’s 14th wedding anniversary. The scenes were based on The Seasons by the 18th century poet James Thomson and were photographed by Roger Fenton.

 Queen Victoria recorded in her journal that: “5 tableaux were performed, 4, representing the seasons. Alice, as spring, recited some very pretty verses from Thompson’s Season - Vicky as summer, with dear little Arthur asleep amongst corn sheaves, also recited verses, - Affie, as Bacchus, representing Autumn, also saying some verses, - & Bertie, with a long white beard & cloak covered with snow, Louise, in a sort of Russian costume, sitting before a fire, represented Winter. He also recited some verses taken and adapted from Thompson’s Seasons. This was almost the prettiest tableau. The 5th & last one combined the 4 others, which had each been separately represent d. In the clouds, at the back, stood dear little Lenchen, reciting very pretty verses specially written for the purpose by Mr Martin Tupper, as the Spirit of the Empress Helena.The scenery was admirably adapted to each Tableau & appropriate music was played between each. They all looked and did their parts so well…We were all delighted, & the whole, was such a pretty idea’.

Princess Victoria as Summer | Prince Albert Edward as Winter | Princess Alice as Spring | Prince Alfred as Autumn | Prince Arthur as Summer | Princess Helena as the Spirit Empress | Princess Louise as Winter


After saw those cool references and last beautifull @keiid’s drawing I had to draw my dear wears suit :3 

I tried my new sort of style (and this time looks quite similar Mashima’s one, I’m lil pround ^^) also with coloring, the colors look strange bc the phone destroyed them :,)  btw hope it’s ok ^^


“It’s probably not as cool as that necklace you wanted but…” Rory started, his eyes flicking toward the elaborately decorated gift table that Oliver and Thea had fussed over ever since they’d decided to throw their baby sister a last minute surprise party in the Arrow Cave. “If the shape of that one present is any indication, looks like your brother already got it for you.”

“Probably.” You laughed. “Ollie tends to spoil me.”

With a smile that faded quickly, Rory took a few steps back and pulled a mason jar out of the gift bag he’d placed on Felicity’s workspace and stared down into the mouth with a puckered brow… “I know this is pretty dumb but I didn’t know what to get you… I’d looked around for all sorts of different things and then, at the last second, I somehow landed a place called Joe’s Pet Barn.”

Shaking his head and huffing out a laugh, Rory finally forced himself to pass you the jar before biting the inside of his cheek and watching as you cupped the sides; your eyes widening after a vibrant veil of blue fins caught your gaze.

"This is a betta fish.” You finally breathed, your stare flicking to his face as you waited for him to give you what was sure to be an explanation, what with him drawing in a lung-full of air and pointing to the jar.

"At first I thought it was just a fish but it reminded me of you…”

"It did?” You asked, your eyes dropping back into the water to watch it swim circles around the jar.

“At first glance, it looks pretty weak… Slow, seems like a pushover, not too good of a swimmer-”

Wow…” Came your uninterested grunt before rolling your eyes. “Flattering.”

"No, wait… That’s not…” He tried, shaking his head again. “This fish is a fighter… Even if it doesn’t look like it, this fish is built for battle and whenever I’m out there with you, somewhere in the city fighting crime, I’m always surprised by that. It’s like you were made for the vigilante thing and I guess… The point is, you’re stronger than you look and I actually admire you for it.”

Pinching your bottom lip between your teeth and staring into your jar, you flicked your eyes back on Rory and in one quick move, you leaned forward to press a quick peck on his cheek before pulling back and giving him a bright smile…

“So, I guess that means you like it?”

“I love it… But there’s one problem.” You laughed, grabbing at his hand and pulling him toward the door. “We’re buying a tank right now because this little guy can’t live in this jar for the rest of it’s life.”

(X) (X) (~♫♪~) 

*Imagine Rory Giving You Something Special for Your Birthday*

@enchanteddreameruniverse: Hello! 1st of February Anon. Thanks for the request. I was hoping that it’d be Rory Regan. That the reader’s Oliver’s younger sister (around Rory’s age) & she’s celebrating her birthday with Team Arrow (& possibly Team Flash too) Rory gives her a touching gift of something he spent ages searching for like a necklace with meaning behind it, in private & confessing his feelings, which she reciprocates & ends with them becoming a couple (preferably ending with a kiss?). Can tag me please? Thank you

A/N: And here we are! I hope you liked this even though deviated a bit from what you actually wanted… HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you had a great day!! Just Keep Swimming!

Magnets: Prologue

A Prompto Argentum Soulmate AU

AO3Chapter 1
Word Count: 1,192

A/N: Here it is! The beginning of the Prompto soulmate AU miniseries. Thank you to everyone for your patience! This story, aside from the prologue, is 5 parts. It is part of the We Intertwined and Chasing Suns (by @cupnoodle-queen) storyverse. Part one will be up tomorrow. ♡

Ignis was back at Hunter HQ for the first time in a month. It felt almost strange, returning to work with his wife and newborn daughter at home, but he knew that he had no other choice. Bounties brought in gil, and Raine, though tenacious and itching to get back into the fray, knew that she had to stay back in Lestallum with the children where it was safe. Ignis was more than capable of bringing in enough to support the four of them, and she trusted that he would be safe with his friends at his side.

The air outside of Lestallum was different. Crisper, less muddied with the aromas of different perfumes and bodies like in the marketplace by the Leville. The breeze blew through his hair, unobstructed by tall buildings, and it felt somewhat good to feel the grass and dirt underneath his boots.

He wandered about the grounds for a while in search of his brothers in arms. Gladio had just returned as well, a month or so prior to Ignis, having also had to tear himself away from his new family. His wife, Cam, had just given birth to twin girls—Violet and Daisy—and they had become his entire world. It brought a smile to his face, the thought of Gladio, this giant tank of a man with two tiny baby girls cradled in his arms. Ignis always knew he would be a good father, and seeing that aspect of his destiny being fulfilled warmed his heart.

Gladio greeted Ignis with a pat on the shoulder. “Good to have you back, Iggy.”

Ignis gave a small nod. “Glad to be back. Although it was difficult saying goodbye to Raine and the children. Hopefully we’ll be able to return to our families sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah,” Gladio agreed. “I try to video call Cam and the girls as much as I can now that I’m away. It sucks, because I just don’t want to miss any of their firsts, you know? And I won’t lie, I feel kinda bad leaving Cam alone with both of them when they’re only a few months old.”

“Cam is a resourceful woman, I’m sure she will manage,” Ignis responded, his tone honest. He admired Cam’s spirit, how hard she had to fight to rebuild her life from all the destruction. Ignis couldn’t help but notice though that there was someone missing. “Where is Prompto?”

“Oh,” Gladio jerked his thumb to the lookout post, illuminated by a single overhead light. “Sulking by the surveillance point. He won’t talk to me. Maybe you can see what’s eating him.”

Ignis hummed curiously and made his way over. He could navigate Hunter HQ easily, having memorized the layout of the area long ago. He counted off the twenty steps from the ground to the platform, his hand sliding along the railing in case he lost his balance.

He could sense his friend’s presence, and called out his name. “Prompto?”

Prompto turned his head at the sound of Ignis’ voice. “Oh, hey,” he greeted with much less enthusiasm than Ignis was used to hearing. Ignis made his way over, leaning his forearms against the railing, unknowingly copying Prompto’s posture.

“What are you doing up here alone?” Ignis inquired. “It’s not like you to want to isolate yourself from everyone. Especially when there’s about to be a hunt that takes place.”

He could sense Prompto’s hesitation as he shifted uncomfortably, the wooden boards creaking as he adjusted his weight from one foot to another.

“Just thinking.”

Ignis raised an eyebrow over the rim of his tinted shades. “About what?”

Prompto sighed, hanging his head low. “I don’t know. I guess…it’s just hard sometimes, you know? It’s hard to always be here, because I’m not needed anywhere else. Does that make sense?”

Ignis was quiet for a moment. “I’m not sure I follow.”

Another shaky exhale, and the wringing of wrists. “Gladio and Cam finally found each other after all this time and just started a family. You and Raine had Lucas, and now you have Aurora. It’s just…the two of you left to go be dads, and now that you’re here, you both have someone back home waiting for you.” Prompto swallowed, his throat suddenly bone dry. “I don’t have anyone.”


“I don’t even have a soulmate marking, Ignis,” Prompto said, almost helplessly, his emotions starting to bubble to the surface. “I’ve tried connecting with people, and it never works. Every single time, there’s someone else, another person they’re tied to, another reason that I’m meant to be alone. I was born to be an experiment, not someone to be loved.”

“My friend,” Ignis placed a hand on his shoulder. “You know that’s not true.”

“But it is,” Prompto insisted, bitterness lacing his tone, his fingers gripping the edge of the railing so hard that it started to hurt. “I wasn’t deemed worthy enough by the Six, so I’m just going to have to live the rest of my life, watching as your kids grow up, watch Cam and Gladio have another anniversary, just sitting on the sidelines as everyone around me moves on and I’m just stuck in limbo.”

Ignis’ lips pressed together in a thin line as he heard Prompto’s breath hitch. “Prompto,” he said gently, his voice soothing as he helped ease Prompto’s hands off the railing to face him. “Your time will come. No one knows what the future holds. I know that you’re in pain, and I will not tell you to deny it, because denying it would be a disservice to your heart. But know that you are, and have always been, worthy of love. It may take time to find you, but it will find you. And once it does, you will know.”

Prompto hastily wiped his eye. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Come, my friend,” Ignis patted Prompto on the back. “Dave has called us for a meeting, and Gladio’s been wanting to speak with you. Let us join the others.”

He knew that his words may have helped slightly, but there was such a dense weight on Prompto’s shoulders that Ignis wasn’t sure if it would ever be lifted. He’d always battled with the idea that he wasn’t good enough, and seeing his other friends move on and evolve without him was a sort of heartache he didn’t know how to soothe.

“Okay,” Prompto agreed. “I just hope the hunt isn’t going to be for a bunch of Red Giants like last time. I think one of them singed me pretty good, I got this weird burn on my thigh. Looks kind of like a crow’s foot, and I haven’t had a chance to have a medic look at it yet.”

Ignis paused for a moment before giving his head a slight shake. “In any case, the others are waiting for us. Civilization may have crumbled, but we must still mind our manners when it comes to duty and protocol.”

“Yes sir,” Prompto saluted in jest, following his friend down the steps, trying his best to ignore the pain that still weighed heavily on his heart.

First Date With Pre-Death Kyle [HCs]

Request: “First date with Pre-Death Kyle hc’s?” - Anon

Count: 22

A/N: These were tossed together at 3am last night so they’re probably really bad, sorry. And can you guys tell me where to find more Kyle gifs? There’s a weird shortage of them on here lol. 

Also, I’ve been binging The 100 (NO SPOILERS PLEASE!). Does anyone else think that Bellamy sort of looks like a younger Richard Ramirez? I can’t unsee it, and I’m blaming it on the TCC tag.

  • You probably met him at a frat party thrown by his house
  • And much like the encounter with Zoe, he was smitten with you almost instantly
  • He kept every single one of his brothers away from you for the night, which made you pretty happy
  • Drunk, horny frat guys don’t make the best impression on 
  • So you ended up giving him your number
  • He was totally stressed out on when to call you
  • All of his friends told him about the “three day rule,” but he honestly just wanted to call you and get it over with
  • He ended up calling you the next day
  • Oops?
  • And after the two of you talked for a little while, he asked you out to a date
  • You probably didn’t know what to expect, and neither did he
  • But the whole date was actually pretty nice
  • He’d probably take you to some cute little hole in the wall off-campus restaurant that he had found one day when he was exploring
  • And he wouldn’t make any moves on you during the date
  • But if you’re not a dinner type of person, I can totally see him taking his date to the city fair for the evening
  • It would be so much fun
  • So sappy, too
  • And at the end of the night, he’d drop you off at home, safe and sound
  • He’d be so dorky omg
  • He’d probs give you a little kiss on the cheek and tell you to call him tomorrow
  • Afterwards, he’d sit by his phone ALL DAY LONG waiting for your call
  • And when he finally got it, he’d be overjoyed
Wherever we are now, wherever we will be.

Thank you all so much for being such lovely people, offering a safe space to catalog my thoughts and feelings and wants and needs, regardless of their obviousness or pointlessness or pettiness or smallness. I appreciate your kindness and the friendships I’ve created while waxing stupidly on travel and work and photography and sex and lack of sleep and family and dogs and - probably more than anything - the pursuit of good music and yet discovered cities and love and drink and food - which are pretty much the only things in life worth keeping on for, in my humble experience. Time to go, though, and figure out the next steps and dance partners and ways to get into the good kind of trouble that one finds when not looking. End of an era, sort of, or at least the last four years. I am really fucking grateful to have taken it with you cool folks. Maybe I’ll resurface at some point, in some other little corner of 1s and 0s, but until then: Be good to each other, but also to yourselves. It’s the hardest thing to do, I find, but probably the most important.

And, since it’s fitting, one last song for the road(trip).

Pardon Our Ectoplasm

Christmas Truce gift for @anemptymorgue, who asked for something humorous to do with Amity Park’s general citizens and their relationship with ghosts. Hope you like it!

This, Wes berated himself, is why you didn’t do last-minute Christmas shopping in Amity. “But you can’t be sold out!”

The blue-shirted associate - Neil, according to his name tag- shrugged. “Sorry sir; we’re technically not sold out- we’re out of stock.”

“What’s the difference?!”

“One has us selling things like a normal store, and the other one is that cyber ghost popping through the ceiling and making our inventory attack people like it was the machine uprising.” 

Another associate sweeping up broken and scorched plastic added, “Only instead of killer robots it was iPads and overpriced HDMI cables.”

“The cyber ghost?” Kwan piped up behind Wes. “Which one is that?”

“Yeah, y’know…the cyber ghost?” At their blank expression, Neil pressed. “Come on: green skin, lab coat, lame shades? Has that shrieky voice that sounds like that one dude?”

Wes glanced back at Kwan, Dash, and Dale, who all shrugged. 

“Wait, Terry would totally know this. He’s a big Ecto-Fanboy.” He called across the store, loud and echoing with nothing but empty shelves between them. “Hey Tere! What was the name of that ghost yesterday! The techie one?”

“You mean Technus?” someone across the store hollered back. “How do you forget that? He talks in the third person! He was constantly telling people his name. The first thing he said was ‘It is I, Technus, Master of Machines and all that goes beep-boop!’ He did it in that weird Gilbert Gottfried kinda voice.”

Neil snapped his fingers. “Gilbert Gottfried, that was it!” 

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Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Being a 20 year old virgin can lead to the worst but also to the best.

Hey ya’ll so once upon a time, a adorable, sweet talented writer buy the name of Kurbey asked me to collaborate and add a few pieces to her wonderful fic and I happily accepted! So i wrote the smut of course because I’m the crazy horny one and she wrote the beautiful rest! So pretty please check out her blog imaginethatdan because it is absolutely amazing. Ciao and if you liked please follow, like, reblog, or message me! Thanks for reading!


You look into the mirror for the last time checking your make up. You still weren’t sure if this date was a good idea. You had finally giving into Steve, a guy who you had classes with. He had asked you out multiple times and every time you had come up with some sort of excuse to say no because he wasn’t the guy you wanted to go out with. But the guy that you did wanted to go out with happened to be your best friend, Dan. Which meant that that was a dream that could never come true. So to get your mind off of Dan you had finally said yes to Steve.

A car honks outside. No turning back now, you think as you grab your bag and head outside. Steve takes you to a nice restaurant where you eat the most delicious food. It never gets quiet as he always has something to talk about and you can’t say that you’re having a bad time but you’re just not into it. All the topics that Steve talks about just don’t interest you that much. Which causes your mind to wonder off to the one person you were trying to not think about.

After having had your favorite dessert you are back in Steve’s car. Some cheesy r&b is playing and you are desperately trying to block it out. Because of this and the absence of a conversation, you are not paying attention to the road and only noticed that you are not at your place when the car stops. The car’s parked on the empty parking lot of the local shopping center. As you turn around to ask Steve what the hell is going on, his lips crash onto yours. You go into some sort of shock, causing you to freeze up and blank out. But 3 seconds later you snap back and push him off of you.

“What the fuck?” You scream as you whip your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Come on, babe.” He has a smug grin on his face and before you know it, he dives in again. He kisses you forcefully and pushes you back against the car door. One hand is high on your tight and the other hand is low on your neck. A million alarm bells go off in your head. This could not be happening. This simply could not be happening! His hands seems to move really fast as all of the sudden one hand is under your dress and the other is on your breast.

“No, no! Get off!” You push at him with all your power which effectively gets him off of you. You try to open the door but find it locked.

“What is your problem?” He asks with an irritated look on his face.

“My problem?! Keep your fucking hands off me, you ass!”

“Oh god, really? You gonna be like that? What are you, a virgin or something?”

You pull your dress down and look anywhere but at him. Yes you are a virgin and yes you are 20 but it isn’t like this is your choice. You believe in love but haven’t found it yet so yes you still have your v-card.

“You are, huh? Well I can change that for you.” His hand travels up your leg again. You slap it away and try to get further away from.

“Fuck off.” You can hear the fear in your voice and mentally slap yourself for it.

“Of course! I should have know you were a stuck up bitch. A pathetic prude really. Why the hell did you think I wanted to go on a date with you? Because I liked you? Oh baby,” He grabs your chin in his hand forcing you to look into his face, “I just wanted to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.” You snatch your face lose. Never in your life have you felt this embarrassed and hurt.

“Well, seems likes I ain’t going to be fucking you tonight so get out.”

You hear the locks opening. You grab your bag and nearly fall out of the car in your haste to get out. You hear the door being closed and you have to jump aside to not get run over by an angry Steve who speeds away with a roaring motor.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you look around. You are standing alone in the parking lot, not knowing how to get back to your dorm and cold because you didn’t have a jacket. You rumble in your bag looking for your phone. As you lift it to your ear, you feel just how hard you’re trembling. After 3 rings the phone on the other side gets picked up.


“Dan?” Seems your voice is shaking just as hard as your hands.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Can you maybe come and get me?” A tears slides down your cheek. Great, now you weren’t going to be able to stop.

“Get you? Weren’t you on a date? What happened?” You hear how the worry gets overpowered by anger in his voice and how he seems to be moving around.

“Can you just come and get me? I’m at the parking lot at the shopping center.”

“I’m on my way.” You hear how he gets out of his flat and into his car before the line dies. As you put your phone away, more tears make their way down your cheeks. You know that Dan will be there within 5 minutes as he lives close by but he comes to a screeching stop way faster than that. He leaves his car running as he gets out and with a couple of powerful strikes he’s standing before you pulling you into his arms. Every emotion just hits you at once. How scared you had been that Steve wouldn’t stop, how you had feared that you wouldn’t be able to get out of his car. How embarrassed and hurt you were by what he had said. And how happy and relieved you are that Dan is here. You can’t suppress the sob that escapes you throat. Your whole body starts shaking as you cling to Dan who holds you even tighter. One hand holds your head against his chest, his other arm holds you tight against him and his chin rests on top of your head.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. It’s over now. You’re safe. I’m here.”

His soothing soft words and calming heartbeat make the tears slowly stop but you’re still shaking. His hand runs through your hair as he asks if you’re okay. You lift your head as you nod. Before you get the chance to do it yourself, Dan cups your face in his hands and wipes the remaining tears away with his thumbs. His gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before he takes you under his arm and leads you to the car where he opens the door to let you in. During the ride to his flat you try to compose yourself as your emotions and thoughts still run wild.

Once you both are inside, Dan sits you down and  asks again what happened. You start telling about how Steve asked you out multiple times and how the date went. You tell how you didn’t realize where you were until it was too late. How Steve tried to force himself on you and what his intensions were. And all the things he said to you.

Dan jumps up and starts pacing.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to beat him up until he’s fucking dead!”

“Dan, please. Just punching him in the face a couple of times will do.” You give him a small smile as he comes to sit next to you. He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes.

“Promise me that you won’t believe one word of what he said? He’s a dick for not respecting you and there’s nothing wrong with not having done it.”

“Is it?” You ask as you pull your hands back.

I think there is something wrong with it. I think there is something wrong with me. I’m 20 years old, that’s not normal! I’m missing out on the basic thing that humans do. I want to know what the fuss is about. I want to know why it’s such a big deal and it bothers me that I don’t know and that’s all because I’m waiting for love.”

Now it was you who was pacing. Dan is looking at you with a look that you couldn’t quite place but you are too worked up to think about it.

“I’m done waiting. God knows how long it’s going to take before I find what I’m looking for. I just want someone who respects me and just get-get it over with.”

Your frustration has taken off and you are a bit out of breath after your little rant. Also, you are getting a bit nervous by the intense stare that Dan’s giving you.

“I respect you.” Dan says in a rather low voice.

“I would hope so with you being my best friend and stuff.” You mumble. Why did you start to feel so awkward? And why are Dan’s cheeks so red?

“No, you said you wanted someone who respects you. I do. And I know you and I wouldn’t hurt you and. And. Well, yeah, I totally would understand if you don’t want this but I guess, I guess I’m offering…”

That was unexpected. Your mind starts working on top speed. Is this a good idea? He is your best friend, would this ruin your friendship? And you already have a crush on him so there’s that problem too. But you have meant what you said. And he was offering. And now he’s getting up. And looking disappointed. And maybe even hurt. And fuck it all…


Dan’s head snaps up to look at you.

“Okay, I guess.” You say again as you bite your lower lip. You are both staring at each other and you see how Dan’s eyes start sparkling again. He slowly walks towards you and then reaches out a hand to you. You look at his hand and then let your eyes look up at his face. When you see his calm look and the hidden smile in the corner of his mouth, you reach out and let your hand slip into his. He slowly leads you to his room where he turns on his amber lamp, casting an orange glow in the room.

This is exactly what you’ve been afraid of. You have no clue what to do. You feel so awkward and nervous and your heart is beating so fast that you fear you may get a heart attack. You’re staring at your feet when you feel a tentative hand brushing your long hair behind your ear. You lift your head and look up into Dan’s warm brown eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat and a shiver runs over your spine. He cautiously cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours as if he’s just as nervous as you. You seem to drown in his eyes as you always do  and when you let your eyes flicker to his lips, it seems that that is all the permission he needs as he bents down to capture your lips with his. His hand slips into your hair as his other arm wraps around your waist to pull you close. A warmth from your core spreads through your entire body. You put your arms around his neck as your lips move with his. Even though his lips are always chapped, they feel soft and warm against yours. How many times you have dreamed of this, how much have you wished to feel his lips on yours. You start to forget that he’s just doing you a favor, that he’s just helping you with something you asked. Instead you start to think that maybe he wants you. As Dan pulls you even closer you feel a deferent kind of warmth spreading in you. When Dan’s lips leave you and he rests his forehead against you, you notice that you have forgotten to breath. You’re glad he’s still holding you close as you’re shaking and you’re afraid your knees might just give in. His hand slips out of your hair and onto your neck where his thumb softly rubs your skin. You lift your head a bit so you can look at him. His pupils are dilated and his eyes seem darker and you can hear that he’s breathing deeper.

“Dan…” You whisper but then his lips crash back onto yours. He’s no longer tentative as he kisses you passionately and begs for entrance. Your hands slip into his hair as his grip on you tightens so much he almost lifts you off the ground. Soon his lips leave yours to travel down your face to your neck and his hands start exploring your back. Not really sure what to do as you’re feeling to many things at once, you follow his example and let your hands explore his back. You have always had a love for his back and arms and you can’t contain yourself as your mind is too far gone. You slip your hand under his shirt and oh what a wonderful thought that was! It’s just as smooth and warm as you imagined. Dan gently starts sucking on your neck causing your eyes to fall shut. You feel his breath on your neck and a noise escapes your mouth. Soon his lips find yours again and you slightly stumble backwards as he walks you towards his bed. He gently puts you down and reaches behind his neck to pull off his shirt. As he lowers himself over you, all your doubts are gone.


He hovers over you for a few seconds, just staring, wondering, and you suddenly feel your cheeks heat up. Why is he staring at me like that? You think. Oh god I hope I don’t have something in my teeth, did I even brush my teeth? Ew what if I have lipstick on them?

“Y/N?” He whispers and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Yeah?” You say softly.

He hesitates for a second, like he’s mentally debating whether to say whatever it is he’s thinking. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” His lips twitch at the edges as he shows that sexy sideways smirk that makes you weak at the knees every time. But of course, the only response you can give at the moment is to look down and blush, way too bashful at the moment, but Dan’s your best friend. He’s knows you just suck at taking compliments, and hate to blush, even though he loves it, and he knows that his compliments, no matter how little they are, mean the world to you.

He smiles a bit wider and dips his head down to leave sweet kisses up and down your neck, to let you get it together again. You bring your hand down and run it across his naked chest, feeling each muscle move with his breathing. You circle your hand back up to his shoulder blades then down towards his back and eventually to the front of his pants. You blush a little as you feel the little hairs near his pelvis. He grunts a little as and he tries to muffle it in your neck, but you definitely heard it and smirk to yourself. However, when his head swiftly lifts back up to look at you, you let it instantly fall, not wanting him to see how foolishly happy this is making you. Happy but nervous.

“Um, is it o-okay if I…” You ask shyly, hinting towards his jeans. You blush at the thought of seeing him in his boxers then eventually naked.

“You want to take them off?” He smirks. Goddammit he knows you want to but too shy to admit it. But there is something arousing about undressing him with your hands and watching as each layer sheds, bringing you closer to each other with each removal. You nod while biting your lip and blushing, hoping he doesn’t tease too much. “Alright baby girl, you can.” Hmm, baby girl, why is that so fucking hot? And where did these little names come from? Maybe it means he’s turned on, which is a good sign but maybe you’ll discover another sign as soon as you get those tight damn jeans off.

You lead your hands down to the zipper and your eyes follow as you feel his eyes burning and staring at you. You got to the belt first, then follow with the zipper and eventually button, going slowly because teasing is a good thing right? And also being somewhere between so excited you could have ripped his jeans open and so nervous you could have frozen at the spot, so this was a good pace for you.

As soon as they are loose he brings one hand down to take them off awkwardly as he tries to hold himself up with the other hand. But as he trying to take his jeans off and you’re helping him, his head swings around and hits you right in your cheek somewhat hard and you let out a squeak.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” He says with worry in his eyes, but because of the clumsy situation and the silence that you are used to when you’re with Dan, you giggle and it soon turns into a laugh as he joins you.

“Clumsy as always Howell.” You joke. Then suddenly, everything is normal again. I mean you’re still excited and horny and incredible turned on, but it didn’t feel like you were about to have sex for the first time with a person you’ve never even flirted with until this night, but like you’ve known him forever and whatever you do, it won’t be awkward or embarrassing because 1. You were already like that 2. So was he and 3. Because he’s your best friend and he understood. For once, someone understood what it was like to be as awkward and protected and just scared. But in a way, it made you feel the exact opposite; confident and free and happy. So incredibly happy you can feel it bursting from your heart and eyes and mouth as you smile up at your idiot of a best friend and he smiles right back. You look down and see him in his boxers, black Calvin Klein pair, and blush again.

“And awkward as always Y/L/N.” He laughs when he sees the tint on your cheeks. “As much as I want to make fun of you more…” He starts when his laughter dies down, “I am very close to naked and you are not and we should fix that. Come on, get up.” He says gently as he stands up off the bed and reaches his hands out for you to take. Once you are both up he leans down to kiss you and you both smile into it. Then you feel his large hands grip into the zipper by your neck and you shiver a bit at the touch. He detaches from your lips to read your expression as he slips the metal object down to your bum where it ends and he slips the sleeves off, kissing each shoulder as he does so. Then all at once that fabric falls to your feet, still wearing the heels you put on for your terrible, traumatizing date earlier. Weird, you completely forgot about that asshole.

His eyes explore the newly exposed skin, but not in a predatory disrespectful way, but curious and almost anxious look. You follow his gaze and look down and eternally roll your eyes at your totally mixed-matched underwear and bra. But you secretly thank God for remembering to shave. “Wow.” He whispers almost to himself and that’s when you scan your eyes over his entire body for the first time and notice the bulge in his boxers, and then his cute little love handles, his faint happy trail, then his ratty, messy hair, and enormous feet and everything in between. “Baby, come here.” He whispers breathlessly and you notice his fists clench and you wonder why. Nevertheless, you step forward so your chest is touching his and he brings his hand up to sweep some hair behind your ear and cup your cheek. His other hand is twitching forward to touch you then retracting back as he mentally decides whether to touch you or not.


“I just want to touch you. Damn I do, but you need to tell me if I can. I don’t want to be like that fucking twat who couldn’t keep his hands out of your shirt. I need you to know I want you but only if you want me too.” He rushes out and flickers his eyes around the room, avoiding your stare. You’re left speechless honestly, but out of pure happiness and affection.  You bring your hand up to cup his jaw and slowly bring his face to face yours. As his eyes meet yours, you smile, letting him know you are serene and comfortable with everything at the moment. You look down and hold the back of his hand in yours and bring it up to your breast, letting him hold you as you hold him.

“Touch me Dan.” You whisper, looking into his eyes. “I want you to.” You smile. His eyes light up and you bring your hand off his as he squeezes and fondles you and snakes his other hand around your waist, holding your bum in his hand. You reach up and place your lips on his in a passionate kiss.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and in return making a daring move and bit his, pulling at it a bit with a smirk on your face. He leads you back over to the bed and sets you down to sit on it at the end of the bed and reach up to capture his lips in yours but he pulls back with a smirk, making you pout. “What’s wrong princess?” Usually, he uses that name to tease you, but this was now in a different manner, one you much preferred.

“I just like kissing you is all.” You blush and pout and he smirks at your honesty.

“How much do you think you’ll like it when I kiss between your thighs?” He whispers into your ear and you feel your breath sharpen at his words. “With my tongue on you…” He continuous as his hand runs down your curves. “And you moaning my name.” He smiles.

“Please.” You can’t help the whimper that emits from your lips, but begging seemed appropriate because as much as you hate to admit, you were desperate for him at this point. Without another word he kneels down between your thighs and slips the shoe of your right foot off and kisses your ankle before doing the same with the other side. His kisses move up your shaven soft legs one inch at a time and by the time he makes it to your thighs, you’re already panting. Then they get closer and closer to your heat and the anticipation is killing you softly. Finally, he presses a gentle kiss on the fabric covering you and you let an embarrassing noise of misery.

Then, he has the nerve to look up at you between his lashes with his sideways smirk and asks, “Can I?” as he tugs at the hem of your underwear.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say under your breath and he just chuckles. “Yes, please Dan.” You sigh out. He smiles and slips the fabric off and you gasp as the cold air hits your wet core.

“Are you okay?” He asks seriously and you look down and run your hand through his hair. You nod before he says, “lay back baby.” You do as he says and you stare up at the ceiling until you feel his tongue take a bold long lick up your folds and you gasp out and grab a hold of his hair as the shock of inner electricity flows through you. “Is…that okay?” You hear him ask in a small voice.

“Yeah.” You breathe out. “Can y-you…do it again Dan?” You ask in such a small voice you wonder if he even hears it. But you know he does when his grip on your thighs tightens slightly and he lets out a deep breath, like he was holding his breath since he asked you.

“Okay.” He answers and you feel the warmth of his mouth cover over your heath as he sucks and licks your clit and you let out a strangled moan. It was so foreign and new and just felt so damn good that it was hard not to scream. He continues and alternates between kissing, sucking, and licking but you are so lost into it, you don’t know in what order and you don’t care. Moans are escaping your lips more and more frequently and after the first few, your face grows hot with embarrassment and you bring one hand up that was gripping the sheets, up to your mouth and covering it to suppress the embarrassing noises. Before the knot in your stomach can even intensify, his mouth leaves from between your thighs to the back of your hands covering your face as he gently moves them.

“Don’t’ do that Y/N, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He says softly, kissing your nose after.

You just groan and cover your face again, making him chuckle before bring your hands above your head, him holding them both in his one hand. “Why are you so embarrassed dude?”

Dude. Even naked and about to take your virginity, he says dude. But, you preferred it anyway.

“I don’t know… I’m just… I don’t know.” You chuckle a bit. “I was just a little too into it I guess.” You say shyly.

“Well…” He says as he runs his hands softly against your curves, tracing patterns into your soft skin, leaving a tingling anywhere he touched. “I kinda want you to feel good, I mean it’s sort of the point.” He giggles, making you blush again as you roll your eyes playfully.

“Whatever.” You giggle.

“Well, did it?” He asks bluntly.

“Wait what?”

“Did it feel good?” He says quietly and with a slight groan to his voice, almost like morning voice.

“Well, I mean…”

“Y/N, tell me how good I make you feel.” And suddenly his lips are on your neck and the fabric from his boxers are rubbing against your thighs and you realize he is rocking gently over you. “Beg for it, tell me you want it.”

Now usually, you would not intentionally beg, especially to a man who literally had you cornered and defenseless, vulnerable and needy beyond belief. But, it wasn’t the hormones or the passion making you give up your morals, it was that realization of it wasn’t begging, because you did want it and there’s nothing wrong with wanting something. And unbelievably he wanted it to, which considering since you are a virgin, never happened too often. And feeling good and making someone as amazing, sexy, beautiful, and kind as Dan feel good also, well what the hell’s wrong with that?

“I want it Dan. Please, I want you to make me feel good. ”

“Yeah?” he smiles and he looks up to you, nodding his head in encouragement.

“Yeah.” You smile.

He smiles back and kisses your nose. “Okay, so this is going to hurt but I promise I’ll take care of you. You trust me right?”

You softly kiss his lips and nod with a slight smile on your face. He’s your best friend, of course you trust him. However, you guess best friends aren’t really in your position, so nothing should be implied at this point.

“Yeah dude, I trust you.” You whisper with a smile. He smiles back and shifts his body, looking down at where your bodies now meet. Slowly, you feel his tip enter and then some until he’s only halfway. And oh shit, it does hurt. Now you’re really not one for crying, except for when you were sexual harassed, which to be fair, is understandable, but your eyes watered undesirably from the stinging down below. You could feel the intense stretch and your walls squeeze and contract trying to push the foreign body out. How do women give birth what the hell? Oh god, does it hurt him too? How much do I bleed? It’s so quiet in here, can we put on music? Please tell me he isn’t staring at me. Do I look hurt? I don’t want to offend him. Fuck, I wish we were watching Netflix right now. I think Mean Girls is now on. I really like that movie, haha it’s so “fetch”. Wait why the fuck am I thinking right now? Dan’s penis is literally in me and all I can think about is Mean Girls. To be honest, it’s better than thinking about the pain. Ow oh yeah the pain, fuck that hurts. Oh no eyes, don’t do it…

“Oh my god, Y/N are you crying?”

“N-no.” You breathe out pathetically.

“Do you want me to pull out, because I can…” He says as his length starts to move out, only adding to more pain.

“WAIT! Wait, wait stop Dan please.” You beg. You don’t mean to make him feel bad, but he needed to know. “Ow fuck.” You say under your breath closing your eyes briefly, but instantly regret it.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t mean-”

“- I know Dan, it’s okay.” You try smiling behind your tears, making you chuckle out. He smiles sadly at you, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Dan, I want you to move.” You whisper out kindly, subconsciously saying you are still completely okay and happy with the situation at hand.

“Yeah?” He smiles, but this time it’s not sad or fake, its genuine, your favorite one of his smiles.

You giggle, the pain subsiding now. “Yeah.”

“Alright.” He whispers, still looking right into your eyes, smiling. A few moments pass by before you speak up, “…Dan?”

“Oh right.” He mumbles before snapping out of his daydream, making you giggle. He cautiously draws his hips back then forward, making more of him sink into you and you hiss out. He gives you a worried and apologetic look but you quickly speak up.

“No, no I’m okay. Again.” You pant, closing your eyes. He does so and your back arches as the pleasure starts to flow through your veins, replacing the pain.

“Good?” He asks gently.

“Fucking amazing.” You moan out making him chuckle. His hips draw back then forward than back again, until you both are in perfect rhythm with each other movements. Even the sound of moans completes the piece creating the perfect orchestra, well, more like cheap mix tape. Nevertheless, the moment was hot and heavy but just right. Your mind starts to wonder, is this just a favor or confession? Is Dan just doing this because you wanted to lose your virginity and he was in the right place and right time or did he actually want to be with you. You know it sounds absurd, he’s your best friend for god’s sake, but all this, just felt too real. Every touch, and sound, compliment, baby, and look just seemed so real, almost like a dream you want to wake up to. You shake the thoughts out of your head, not letting stupid emotions ruin this moment for you. All you know is you’re with Dan and that alone could make you the happiest girl on earth. A few minutes of slow fucking pass by and you realize you still have your eyes closed shut, but not really intend on doing anything about it.

“Look at me.” A harsh whisper wakes you and you flutter your eyes open. He cradles your face in his hand and kisses your cheek. “That’s right baby, just look at me.” He groans.  You stare into his hard stare that on the outside seems tough but you can find the small glint of playfulness behind them, the one you always see when you’re with him. He rocks his hips faster, making you moan out loudly, immediately blushing. But of course Dan smirks, enjoying your bashfulness.

The staring contest doesn’t continue for long as his head dips down to your neck and ear, kissing his own path. He nibbles on your ear and his moans are becoming more frequently, sending chills down your spine. If it wasn’t considered creepy or socially unacceptable, you secretly wish you could record them because it’s the best sound you think you’ll ever hear in your life.

“I’ll never let another bastard man touch you again.” He moans into your ear. “Just me.” He says more to himself than you. “I’m the only one.”

You are a bit confused by what he says; you and Dan aren’t together? You never discussed what would happen after this, but the prediction is a very awkward morning. Okay, you really should stop thinking about this before it hurts.

“Fuck I’m close.” He moans and you know you aren’t but that wasn’t really a shock. You’ve heard you never do your first time, then again, everyone says your first time is terrible but this couldn’t be more stunning.

His hands start roaming your entire body, from the curve of your hips to the hills of your breasts and up to your soft hair. You claw down his back, feeling so good all around. You’re a moaning mess as well, even if you’re sure you aren’t going to orgasm tonight.

You muster up some courage and decide to help him out a bit. “Come for me Dan. Please, I want you to.” You moan. “Come on baby, please.”

“Oh fuck! Y/N!” He grunts as his head lifts form your neck so he can hover over you. His eyes shut tight and he lets out shaking groans, emptying into the condom. You stroke his hair and scalp, pushing back his fringe so you can fully study his face. Damn, he looks so beautiful all sweaty and dark and panting. You could remember this forever.

When he completely finishes, his thrusts stop and he collapses onto your chest. You expect him to roll over and peacefully drift to sleep, but when a growl leaves his throat and he swiftly pulls out of you and kneels down to the edge of the bed, pulling your legs with him, you are taken aback.

“Dan…?” You say with a confused tone.

“Shhh, I’m going to give you your first orgasm.” He says seductively yet nonchalantly. Before you can say anything, his face dives in between your thighs, leaving you gasping as his warm tongue returns to your core. He licks and wraps his lips completely around you, going down on you like an animal. Your first reflex is to grab his hair and moan, so overwhelmed with the suspenseful feeling filling your body. You glance down for a second and stare at him, shaking his head, licking, and kissing, desperate to get you off. Then, you’re toes start to curl and screams are ripping from your throat, but this time you have no thought of stopping them. You legs shake and want to squeeze shut, but his firm grip on them makes that impossible. Your squirming and arch your back, all thoughts escaping you.

“Dan! I’m… oh god… please I think-”

“-I know, let go Y/N.  Come on let go.” He mumbles against your pussy and it only takes a few more licks before you’re orgasming for the first time and now you understand what the big deal is. You’ve never felt so physically and emotional blissful at the same time before. You’re not exactly sure what really happened but it’s like all your muscles turned to water and exploded at the same time, releasing something you didn’t even know you were holding. “Dan…Dan.”  You pant as you ease down and relax, letting your body go completely limp. His mouth detaches from your skin and he makes his way up next to you, lying himself next to you on his side.

You’re still panting and your muscles are twitching like you were just shocked when you turn to him.

“How was it?” He asks with a smirk and a chuckle.

You cuddle into his side, placing a kiss on the skin of his shoulder where your head lays naturally. He instantly wraps his arms around you, letting you stay next to him. His other hand comes over to your waist, rubbing circles into your side.

“Way better than Netflix.”

Dan throws his head back as he laughs and you try to hold in your giggles by biting your lip. When he looks at you again, a smile is still pasted on his face and you smile back but you feel your eyes getting heavy.

“You can go to sleep princess.” Dan tells you softly. You nod with your eyes already closed and snuggle a bit closer to him. You feel him press a kiss to your forehead and cradle you tighter in his arms before you fall asleep.


When you open your eyes it’s still dark. Your body hurts but in a good way. As you remember every millisecond of last night a smile slides onto your face. It had been mind blowing and Dan had been more than you could have ever hoped for. You have never dared hope that your first time would be good let alone this perfect. It was everything you had dreamed off and so much more. But you also knew that you were now irrevocably in love with him. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Dan holding you close and safe in his arms but now you’re lying alone. Maybe that was why you had woken up. You turn around and sit up, pulling the blankets with you to cover your naked body. Dan is sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. You run a hand through your tangled hair and blink your eyes a couple of times.


His head snaps around at the sound of your voice. He looks troubled.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He nods absentmindedly which doesn’t convince you one bit.

“Do you-do you regret it?” When he doesn’t immediately answers you and his eyes look down you feel your heart sink.

“I-I shouldn’t have let you do this. I’m sorry.” You eyes start burning but when you turn around you feel his hand grabbing yours. When you look back at him he’s sitting next to you, looking at you with a mixer of emotions.

No. I don’t regret it. I-I enjoyed it way too much. When I woke up and saw you sleeping in my arms, felt your breath against my chest, I just… I don’t ever want to let you go. I‘ve wanted this for too long and I can’t let you go now. I want you to be mine and to just tell you that I-that I love you.”

For a second your mind goes blank. Your mouth is open a bit as you try to progress what he just said. He couldn’t have said what you just head right? You search out his eyes but all you see is sincerity and honesty. And love. So much love and adoration that you feel your eyes slightly watering up again. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst and you can’t help but start smiling.

“And I love you.”

His entire face lights up and a smile also appears on his face, causing his dimples to show.


“Really.” You can’t help the happy laugh that escapes your throat as Dan launches at you, trapping you in his arms and rolling over so you are lying on his chest. He pulls your head down so he can kiss you softly but soon you are kissing passionately. You pull back so you can look at him and you brush his slightly curly fringe from his forehead.

“Will you be mine?” Dan asks you softly.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dan brings your lips back to his and rolls you over back into his soft pillows.

Bonrin Week Day 4: First

Okay I know this is late, but it took longer than I thought. Since I got such nice comments on my last fanic, I wanted to write another! This one is kinda long, so bear with me. I hope you enjoy!

It’s all Shima’s Fault

Rin has never felt this sort of fear in his life. Not when Satan took over Shiro’s body and tried to kill him or that time during the Impure King incident back in Kyoto. Not even going up against zombies in the Illuminati headquarters scared him as much as this moment. But as he looked up at that the jumbotron displaying himself and Suguro surrounded by hearts with the words “Kiss Cam” right below, Rin’s pretty sure this sort of fear is one feeling he doesn’t like.

If you look at things through Rin’s eyes, this whole ordeal was Shima’s fault. Two weeks earlier, Shima asked Rin if he wanted to go to a basketball game in Tokyo. Rin, being the eager little kid he is, jumped at the opportunity since he’s never been to a real game before. Shiro was always a basketball fan, he kinda pushed his love for basketball onto Rin while raising the twins. Neither of them actually played the sport though, Shiro always had missions and the boys to take care of while Rin was just bad at it. But that didn’t stop them from watching games on TV.

The Saturday of the game, Rin bounded to his friends dorm, expecting him to be as excited as he was. “Shima!” yelled Rin as he burst through the room door. “C’mon, the game starts at five!” Rin had to duck down to escape the sneaker flying at his head. “Suguro, what the hell?”

“Shut your trap Okumura!” Another sneaker flew from his hand. “Shima ain’t feeling well, Koneko took him to the doctors.”

“What? Why? He was perfectly fine yesterday.”

“The idiot drank some milk that spoiled sometime last month in the cafeteria this morning,” explained Suguro as he threw a pillow from his place on his bed.

“How the hell? Not even Shima is that stupid to-”

“He was too busy drooling over his new bikini mags.” Rin face palmed.

“That pink haired perv!” Rin flopped down on the bed. “What about the game?”

A swift kick to the side had Rin flailing off the bed onto the floor. “Here, Shima told me to give this to you.” Two tickets floated down onto Rin’s face. “He said to find someone else to go with.”

“Haaah? Are you serious?”

“Yes I am. Now get out of my room.”

Rin sat bolt up. “But I can’t find anyone this last minute! Who’d want to go to a game that starts in an hour?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Get out of my room.”

“Maybe Shiemi would like to go.” Rin stood and started pacing the room. “But she doesn’t like big crowds.”


“I could ask Yukio-”


“-but he’s already pissed at me for not buying him his damn mineral water.”


“You think Izumo would like-”

“For fucks sake, Okumura!” This time the sneaker didn’t miss. “I’ll go with you if it makes you shut up!”

Rubbing the back of his head, Rin turned around. “What?”

Suguro stood up from his bed and grabbed his jacket. “Jeez, it goes in one ear and out the other.” He made his way to the corner of the room to put his shoes on. “I said I’ll go with you. If it gets you to stop complaining and outta my room, I’ll go.”

A smile appeared on Rin’s face. “Thanks Suguro.”

“Y-yeah, whatever,” a faint blush tinted the taller boys cheeks. “Move it or else we’re gonna be late.”

The two exited the dorms and walked the path to the campus gates. While Rin was telling Suguro about the bentos he made in case they got hungry, they ran into Kuro. “Hey Rin! Where you’re going?”

The half demon ran a hand over his familiar’s fur. “We’re going to a basketball game in Tokyo.”

“Oh, so you mean like a date!”

A deep blush crawled its way up to Rin’s face. “What? N-no, it’s not like that! We’re just going to-”

“Rin’s on a date! Rin’s on a date!”

“Stop it you damned cat or else I’m not making you anymore tempura!”
Suguro watched as his friend and his cat had a very heated argument turned fist fight (paw fight?) once Kuro jumped on Rin’s head and the boy started swinging. He didn’t understand what the cat was saying, but he was pissed. He kept hissing and digging his claws into the shorter boys scalp. After Suguro took out his phone and snapped a picture of Rin getting his ass beat by a cat, he pulled the two apart. “Alright, cut it out. Kuro, whatever this idiot did, I’ll make it up to you by picking up some sushi and milk before we get back. That sound good to you?”

The little black familier perked up. He nodded his head and allowed Suguro to pet him before him and Rin walked off campus. Kuro said something to his owner before they were out of earshot, whatever it was made Rin flustered again. “That damn cat! One of these days I’m gonna completely cut his sake line.”

“Sure, cut his alcohol supply and make him even more angry. That way, he can beat your ass while full sized.” Suguro laughed as the color drained from Rin’s face. As the two walked to the bus stop, Suguro asked, “What did he say to you to get you so riled up?”

The color returned to Rin’s face as a blazing red. “Oh, it was nothing. He just insulted my cooking. He always says my yakitori is a little too burnt.” When the bus came and they boarded, he avoided eye contact the whole ride.

By the time they arrived at the stadium, the game was to start in ten minutes. They gave their tickets to the ushers outside and rushed to find seats. Fortunately, they found some a few rows above court side. During the bus ride, Rin explained who was playing, the players, and their current records. Suguro tried to seem interested, he really did, but he was never a sports kinda guy. Yeah he did play football with Juzo and Kinzo when they needed extra players, but that was about it. But while Rin was talking about the different plays, it made him smile, so Suguro pretended to listen.

When the referee blew the whistle and threw the ball in the air, the game finally began. Throughout the first ten minutes nothing really happened. It was the same thing, one player has the ball. The opposing team steals it and so on. It was pretty interesting to watch a bunch of guys run after a ball. But when one team scored the first two points, that smile was back on Rin’s face. Suguro didn’t know why that smile made him feel lighter than air. It wasn’t because he liked that goofy look, or anything. Or the way his eyes would light up whenever an amazing pass was made. Or the fact that whenever Rin got too excited he would latch onto Suguro’s arm, jumping up and down. Nope, none of that.

At halftime, they grew hungry so Rin pulled out some sodas and the bentos he made earlier that day. While the two ate, Rin looked at Suguro and couldn’t help but feel…something. Sometimes it’s a light flutter in his stomach, other times it feels like he’s doing twist and turns on a roller coaster. The only time Rin has these feeling is when he’s with Suguro.

Rin must’ve been staring too long because Suguro poked him with his chopsticks. “Oi, Okumura, you alright? You look kinda funny. What, you gotta a fever?” The boy leaned over his seat and pressed his forehead against Rin’s. If the poking didn’t snap him out of whatever trance he was in, that definitely did.

Rin was frozen in place. His heart was beating a little faster than usual and his hand that didn’t have the bento wouldn’t stop shaking. At one point he even forgot to breath. When Suguro pulled away, Rin had this feeling of losing something that’s supposed to be there. After a few seconds his heart rate returned to normal and he let out a big huff of air. But his hand wouldn’t stop shaking. He closed the bento and returned it to his bag, he tried to hide his shaking but failed miserably.

“Okumura, are you cold? You’re shivering like crazy.” Suguro put his finished box back in the backpack, he then proceeded to remove his black hoodie. “Here take my jacket.”

Rin nodded and slipped the hoodie on. It was a few sizes too big, so he swam in it, but other than that it gave him a sense of comfort. “Thanks Suguro.”

For the second time that day, Suguro blushed because of that blue idiot. “S-shut up. I just don’t want you catching a cold out here. That’ll mean I gotta haul your sorry ass back to campus and get an earful from your brother.”

The atmosphere turned awkward after a few minutes of not speaking. Rin was about to say that he was fine when the crowd erupted in cheers and excitement. The two looked above to see the jumbotron blinking red, white, and pink. When the flashing colors stopped, the screen was displaying a young couple on the east side of the stadium. The words “Kiss Cam” bouncing around the screen with hearts popping up. They smiled and turned to each other, dumbstruck looks on their faces. The guy leaned in and pecked his girlfriend on the lips, earning them hoots and hollers.

“Wow, this stuff is so cheesy,” said Suguro, as his eyes followed the next victims. “It’s gross when couples do it in public, but now they have to kiss in front of hundreds of people.”

“Y-yeah. It’s so dumb.” Rin started to fidget in place, looking anywhere else but at the boy next to him. “I feel sorry for the poor saps who-”

“Oi, Okumura?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Rin turned to find a blushing Suguro. “You look like you wanna puke.”

“Don’t look now,” He pointed to the jumbotron and Rin’s stomach dropped. “But I think those poor saps are us.” Rin hoped he was lying, he wanted it to be a joke, but nope. There they were, plain as day. A huge heart around their frame with smaller ones moving along the screen. The universe has decided to put the two in the worst situation possible.

At this point, Rin started to panic. His face turned as red as Shura’s hair as Suguro looked from him to the screen displaying their blushing faces. His hands clutched his seat and his body felt heavy.

I want to die. I want to bury myself under a rock and die. I didn’t do anything to deserve this sort of punishment! Was it because I forgot Yukio’s mineral water?

The crowd started to get anxious, they were chanting “kiss him!” and screaming for the two to get on with it. An elderly woman in the seat below looked at Suguro and yelled, “C’mon young man! Lay one on your boyfriend!”

“W-what? He’s not my… We’re just friends!” Rin protested. “C’mon Suguro, tell her we’re-” Rin never got to finish his sentence because a pair of lips crashed against his.

At this point in his life, Rin was supposed to have his first kiss by the age of ten. Sadly, him being unsociable never really helped him get any girls. But right now, he’s sorta glad that his first kiss was with his best friend, despite how awkward it is. Suguro’s lips moved Rins, they were slightly chapped and tasted like the orange soda he drank. The two didn’t pay attention to how the crowd exploded into cheers or how they cat called when Suguro placed a hand on Rin’s cheek. They were in their own little world.

By the time they pulled away, both boys were breathing hard. Suguro scooted back a bit and cleared his throat. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

It took a few seconds for Rin to come back down to Earth. When the world stopped spinning, he took a huge swig of his soda. He tried to stop his heart threatening to burst from his chest, but his heart didn’t want to listen to him. “No, no. It’s fine.”

“Really? I acted on impulse. I didn’t the crowd to come after us.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the blush still present on his cheeks.

“Really, it was… Nice.” Rin pretended like he didn’t see the spark that lit Suguro’s eyes.

The rest of the game went by in a blur. The two didn’t really pay close attention like they did in the beginning. After the whole Kiss Cam episode, they didn’t say much to each other, the tension was so thick you needed a knife to cut through. But after a few moments in the painful silence, they eased into comfortable conversation. After they exited the stadium and caught the bus, they went to buy Kuro’s sushi. They were walking back from the small store, when Rin, being one to speak before he thinks, blurted out, “You know, that was my first kiss.”

Suguro looked at him in bewilderment. “Are you serious?”

Rin let out a small chuckle. “Yes, I am. Why do you seemed so surprised?”

“Well, to be completely honest, I thought you and Shiemi hooked up.”

Now it was Rin’s turn to be shocked. “No you saw it, she shot me down. But I’m pretty sure she has a thing for mole face.”

Suguro must be a horrible friend. Only bad friends would feel kinda…happy at this sort of news. He see’s the way Shiemi looks at Yukio, there’s a glint in her eye and a hop in her step whenever she’s around him. She doesn’t look at Rin the way he wants her too.

“What about you? You had your first kiss yet?” Rin asked.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been kissed before.”

“I don’t think your mom counts.”

A smile made its way to Suguro’s face. “Shut up!” He lightly shoved the boy, making him stumble. Rin laughed. Suguro felt responsible for making him laugh. He liked his laugh. “It was back in junior high, during my third year. Shima dared me to kiss a girl and I did it.”

“Wow,” Rin deadpanned. “How romantic.”

The two friends laughed at Rin’s remark. “Well, at least my first kiss wasn’t with a dude.”

Rin smiled. That smile made Suguro feel funny. A good kinda funny. “It wasn’t just any dude, it was with you.”

Holy shit.

It was a good thing it was dark or else the blush on Suguro’s face would’ve made Rin laugh again. He lost count on how many times his cheeks flamed up while out with the shorter boy. It was hard to make Suguro crack a smile let alone blush. But when he’s with Rin, his face just decides to disobey what his brain tells it.

The two didn’t notice that they reached Rin’s dorm, until he stopped walking. They both looked up at the building, there was a little pang that shot through Suguro as he walked the half demon to his door. He stood a step below Rin, making the boy a few inches taller. Silence hung in the air along with a gloomy feeling.

“Thanks again for coming with me.” It must’ve been his imagination, but with the moonlight shining down on them, a halo appeared above Rin’s head. The son of Satan wearing a halo, the universe must think it’s funny.

Suguro stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “It was nothin’. I had a good time.”

“You did? Even though we were forced to kiss in front of a whole stadium of people?”

“The bento boxes made up for it.”

Rin snorted. “I’m happy you thought so. I’ll make another one for you if you want.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Here,” Suguro held up the plastic bag with Kuro’s food. “Tell Kuro that I couldn’t get him tempura, but I hope tuna will suffice.”

Rin took the bag, making their hands brush against each other. “Don’t worry, he’ll eat about anything. Actually scratch that, he’ll eat anything except Shiemi’s grass sandwiches.”

“But I ate those.”

“Which tells me that your taste buds are broken. You better get ready to eat real food.” Rin’s eyes softened as Suguro laughed, his shoulders shaking with every breath he took.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” Suguro sighed. “I better be going. Shima and Koneko must be back in the dorms. They’re probably wondering where I am.”

“Yeah okay. I’ll see on Monday.” Rin dug his keys out of his pocket. “Goodnight, Suguro.”

“Goodnight, Okumura.” He turned and descended the steps.

Suguro was on the last step when his mouth moved of his own accord. “Hey Okumura?”

“Yes?” Rin looked over his shoulder.

What the hell am I doing?

“Would you like to, um.” Suguro scratched the back of his head, not looking up at Rin.

Why am I speaking? I should shut up right about now.

“I dunno now, go get some coffee tomorrow?” He glanced up to find Rin with a confused look. “ I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I get that you may need to catch up on work or Yukio might need your help on a mission. I just thought that we could- ” The sound of Rin laughing stopped Suguro from his ramblings.

God damnit. You done fucked up boy.

The sight of Rin clutching his stomach with tears in his eyes, only angered Suguro. He asked if the guy wanted to get coffee and what he gets in return is Rin laughing at him. The bastard.
“Oi! Why’re you laughn’? Listen fuck face, you better shut up or else-”

“Suguro I’d love to get coffee with you,” Rin said as he calmed down, he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

That definitely shut him up. “Oh. Um, okay. I’ll meet you at the campus gates. Nine sound good?”

That damn smile was back. “Yeah, sounds good.”

It seems like that goofy smile of his is contagious because it found its way to Suguro’s face. “Great, I’ll you tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

Suguro took a few steps towards his dorms when he heard Rin call out. “Oh one more thing!” He turned back round. “‘Fuck Face’? Really? You couldn’t come up with anything better than that?”

Suguro snickered. “What? I thought it was pretty good.”

Rin rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Goodnight douche bag!”

“Sweet dreams bastard!”

Suguro headed in the direction of his dorms, the idiots smile still fresh in his mind.

As Rin opened his bedroom door, he expected Yukio to start at yelling him for being out so late, but he only found Kuro curled up on his bed. “Hey Rin, how was your date?”

After dropping his backpack by his desk, the boy sat next to his cat, he’s in too good of a mood to put up with his teasing. “It was pretty good actually. We had a good time. Here.” Rin brought out the sushi from its bag. “Suguro brought tuna rolls if that’s okay.”

“Yay! I’m starving! Nice jacket by the way.”

Rin looked down and realized that he was still wearing Suguro’s hoodie. He completely forgot to return it to him before they departed, his mind was too preoccupied with sight of him blushing while asking him to coffee. Out of curiosity, Rin brought the sleeve up to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled like grass mixed in with the scent of books. It also had a faint hint of sweat and body spray. Overall, it smelled like Suguro. Rin slid out of the jacket and hung it on his desk chair.

While Kuro ate, Rin told him the night’s event. Even though the cat was stuffing his face, he was listening to everything Rin told him. When he explained the Kiss Cam, Kuro almost choked on a piece of tuna. “Wait, you did what?”

“I kissed Suguro.” By finally saying it out loud, Rin completely lost his shit. “I kissed Suguro.” His hands flew to his head, grabbing fistful of hair. “Suguro kissed me.” He jumped to his feet. “I kissed Suguro!” The boy started pacing the room, mumbling to himself.

“Well he is a nice guy,” said Kuro with rice in his mouth. “I approve.”

“You approve? What are you my mother?” Rin stopped his pacing to kneel in front of his friend.

“No, I’m your familiar.” Kuro cocked his head. “I don’t know how I’d be able to birth you. I’m a boy.”

Rin chuckled as he scratched behind Kuro’s ear. “Yes, that’s the reason. It has nothing to deal with you being a cat.”

He leaned into the boys’ touch, purring as he laid on his stomach. “So this whole date was all Shima’s fault?”

Rin smiled. “Yup, it’s all Shima’s fault. Remind me to thank him later.”

anonymous asked:

I've always been confused about a certain bellarke moment: when they are reunited again in S2 in the caves and hug everyone but eachother and they just stare. Like it's a very deliberate shot, him hugging O while never taking his eyes of clarke and vice versa. I just don't know what they (Jason etc) are trying to convey here? Help

Oh yes, I LOVE that moment. You’re right, it was an extremely deliberate shot, so multifaceted. There are so many layers to what is going on in that scene and I just absolutely am in love with that moment.

I find that lots of Bellarke shippers like to romanticize that scene a lot and while, yes, I agree that its a great shot, I don’t agree with a lot of interpretations that make it up to be this big epic, romantic moment. I understand from one end people seeing Clarke’s relief at seeing Bellamy and thinking “these idiots are in love” but for Bellamy, I think its a lot more complicated, and I’ll get into that.

I’ve always read Bellamy’s look in this moment to be one of wariness and uncertainty. He doesn’t know where his relationship with Clarke stands and he’s trying to make some sort of assessment, grab on to any sort of piece of evidence to suggest to him what - exactly - he’s dealing with. Don’t forget that the last time he was face to face with Clarke, she had just taken on the mantra “love is weakness”, in turn pushing him away and acting pretty cold. She told him that his mortality was “worth the risk”, essentially pulling back on the words she said to him earlier expressing that she couldn’t bear to lose him. However, the last time he talked to Clarke was on the radio, she was very relieved to hear from him and asked him if he was all right.

Bellamy, in this moment, doesn’t know what to expect from Clarke. He knows that she’s been going through some shit ever since Finn’s death, but he doesn’t know what version of her he’ll find. Is this the Clarke who turned her heart to stone and told him he was expendable? Or is this the girl who ran into his arms upon hearing that he was alive and sounded so relieved to hear his voice over the radio?

Bellamy was on the receiving end of a lot of mixed signals from Clarke in Season 2 and I think it has left him a bit wary in this moment.

Everyone hugs, Bellarke doesn’t. The tension is noticeable, the absence of contact in contrast to their first reunion this season is apparent. Something is different. You mentioned that Bellamy never took his eyes off of Clarke while he was hugging Octavia. Bellamy doesn’t focus on Octavia because he knows where their relationship stands in this moment; he doesn’t know where his relationship stands with Clarke.

Clarke asks him if he has a plan, his response is a bit cold - “not really”. The Grounders were their plan. Lexa was their plan, so he’s wondering where the hell are they. What happened? He depended on Clarke. The Grounders betrayed them. Thinking back on it, I actually see this moment as a huge piece of the foundation of Bellamy’s character arc going into Season 3. He knows something happened, something with the Grounders, that screwed the Sky People over; him seeing Clarke and Octavia - alone - is just evidence to show that, as it turns out, the Grounders betrayed them after all.

And where does Clarke come into this? Well, she was so adamant about trusting them, working with them, and Bellamy never did.

I saw hints of the bitterness towards Clarke in Bellamy’s eyes that he never allowed himself to give into until 3x05. He was hurt by her shutting her emotions down and pushing him away so harshly. He probably knows from his inside-man act that most people didn’t escape Tondc and is wondering why. He was frustrated that Clarke trusted the Grounders, trusted L.exa, only for them to betray them in the end anyway. He worked so hard, went through hell trying to save their friends. And in this moment he fears it was for nothing.

But Bellamy’s emotions are complicated. Because he may be bitter and uncertain and wary but he’s still relieved to see that Clarke is alive and okay, and still here. This is his person, after all, and he cares about her. So he still walks over to her, checks in, and he doesn’t take out any of his frustrations on her - instead, he offers up another option. “We need to talk to Dante.” It’s not a solution, but it’s a start. And Bellamy and Clarke are still a team in this moment.

The feelings, however, those don’t get fully addressed until Season 3. They’re still present in this scene, just not expressed. It’s a great piece of setup for the conflict between Bellamy and Clarke in 3A, if that’s what the writers were going for.

Clarke’s emotions in this scene are a lot less complicated, in my opinion. Relief, desperation, hope, faith. Clarke depends on Bellamy, even though she tried to push him away, and she can’t deny to herself that she cares about him, that she needs him. They lost contact with Bellamy in 3x15, and she tried not to care, not to let it worry her, but it did. She’s happy to see him alive, and she’s also happy to have her partner at her side again. Clarke is desperate and on the brink of losing everything, and right in her moment of hopelessness, Bellamy shows up and gives her hope.

Because, together, they’ll be okay. Together, they’ll figure something out.

They always do.

It is a really great moment, and supremely underrated in my opinion. Thanks for bringing this to my ask box - hopefully you found my answer sufficient? Lots of interesting material to ponder, still, even from seasons ago.

One Piece 863 thoughts

I call them “thoughts” because who ever has the time to write a proper review? It’s the first time in weeks I’ve had time to breathe and thank Kami-sama now that I have more than -1 time the chapter is AMAZING

Starting with the covers: I … am wondering why they’re playing rock paper scissors. But more than that why the hell IS GON NOT THERE? IT’S HIS MOVE GODDAMMIT F*** YOU TOGASHI I mean, a moment of silence for all the HxH fans such as myself who were slain by this umpteenth reminder of the Eternal HiatusxHiatus. Other than that, as I said before, but at this point it’s pretty obvious: Jump editors are working so that Boku No Hero Academia becomes the successor of OP - meaning, a world-wide Japanese-born pheonomenon. It’s due to its own popularity of course, but BNHA is, like OP was at its time, being brought forward massively. Which is kinda - alright, VERY - sad, given the treatment that same board gave to Bleach just a few months ago. And, Sanji is there along with Luffy! Yay. Way to go, Sanji fans. 

Secondòy, we get a popularity poll for the 20th anniversary in August. And since after every saga some characters that have been relevant step a few places forward - wanna think of Trafalgar Law after Dressrosa stealing Zoro’s spot? And just like our favorite dark doctor - the cute one would be Chopper of course, could Sanji make a step forward now, as well, just after an entire saga has been partially focused on him? And well… there are only two spots ahead for him now since he’s fourth. 

Now I’m feeling stupid  cause I hadn’t understood that the party was taking place outside! So in my mind I briefly wondered how could Big Mom know it wouldn’t rain… then I realized she

  • can control weather
  • has a son who foresees the future

Lol. Also funny that is looks a bit like a giant tooth… in a candy island. How extra. 

 So Luffy’s kagebunshin no jutsu - which is particularly dear to us who grew with Naruto - was just a trick using Brulée’s mirror after all. Now I hope they bring her along on the sunny cause this techique is just too funny - imagine the faces Law would make?

Originally posted by charlottec21

Alright this was by no means related I just wanted to use this gif because #bepo

Something I could not say last week because I was so fricking tired was that the cake reminded me so badly, decorations and stuff, of the Corpse Bride. However, jokes aside, I think Big Mom’s must have some sort of last minute backup acquired through sugar - much like Popeye and Spinach or Luffy and Meat. Otherwise, we’d know pretty much about her already and it’d be quite disappointing for a yonkou to be, possibly, theoretically, so easily defeated. To even know about all her weaknesses. And then when they fight and lose their strenght, both she and Luffy will eat the scraps of the cake…?

I haven’t had time to look at even one single post on this chapter yet, but much like someone else in this chapter, I’m betting my soul this enraged a lot of people. Mainly, two categories of people: SaNa fans, Pudding haters and those who thought she would have to stay bad. 

Answering a post by  @mapofallblue last week I, shamelessly copying and pasting it:

She’s not a Viola 2.0 because she’s not someone who’s good inside forced to do bad stuff - she did go after children with a knife, and not as an immediate reaction to what they did to her or in self-defence but later, because she has two different dresses on -, so yeah, until further evidence, she remains a villain.

And as for the “fragile woman”…
I don’t think this entitles her to be one. She can stand up for herself - again, going after children with a knife -, though she’s being manipulated into what precisely to stand up for.

And all of this is still standing until proven otherwise. She’s still in emotional breakdown, and yes, for those who love it like me and for those who’d rather see him take a little revenge sometimes, Sanji is just too good a person to let even a manipulative witch like her meet a tragic(omic) death by asfixiation under tons of cake. 

As for SaNa fans, the reasons above stands just the same. The fact that he’s saving her means just he’s a decent person, not that he’s in love with her - NOT AT ALL. So worry not, the ship is still sailing,out of Whole Cake Island and with Sanji on board asap. Besides, see what happens next.

The mugis and minks and Ceasar mafia version and … who else is there? a bunch of people, well, they let the remaining Luffys go. Again, a techique we should see more of. Pedro and Jinbei back up Luffy, while…

Chopper, Carrot and Nami back up Sanji and will apparently help him save his family - not like I think Big Mom cares about the Vinsmokes much at this point -. Nami tells reminds me they have to backup Sanji. Nami.  Yeah, I didn’t get my so anticipated sostitution bride but hey, this is something. 

Now, it is incredibly disappointing that  a yonkou wouldn’t have enough haki to spot the real Luffy in a matter of seconds. But in Oda I trust, so I won’t give a definitive judgement on her fighting abilities until she waves white flag. 

Luffy being an idiot. Nothing special to say here. 

I wonder what role exactly do Nami, Chopper and Carrot have. They are prepared to fight, but they can’t mean to, right? They’re not usually in that role - aside from Carrot, about whom we know too little. Unless we’re about to see a major development, something we’re already seeing actually: when did Nami last mention fighting?

Well, the enemy here is all but wounded and pretty harmless. Nami’s been putting forward a lot of courage and boldness lately. Even just the fact that she kept pushing all to move forward in their search for Sanji. 

Again, Katakuri is a well-rounded character. If I had to judge from appearances, I would unfortunately have to say he looks stronger than Mama. Though those abs kinda freak me out, and not positively.

And then … slightly anticipated by a Pedro in a fancy suit…

….some massive…


Basically Mama’s power of specifically “robbing” people of their souls works only on those who are afraid of death. Which makes sense, because it’s already a strong fruit by itself. Those of who give up their souls willingly, like the inhabitants of WCI, don’t abide by this rule, but if Mama has to “take” the piece of lifespan herself, she can’t unless she meets this condition. So Jinbei bets and wins - I wonder if because he already knew about this clause or not, but he’s not less of a badass anyway. 

But the big forgotten of the Mugiwaras and the other, and umpteenth, star of this arc is Brook. He just goes there and destroys it nonchalantly, and it’s sooo Looney Toons. 

This chapter was pure hype. As fo what happens next, who can tell? No srls, no one can, it’s fricking Golden Week next Thursday .-.

5. Heart // Nurseydex

« {Part 5 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: this one is a little shorter than the others, but definitely just as sweet! enjoy

“Hm, this one says ‘Kiss Me,’” Nursey said, showing the candy heart to Dex as he sat on the dorm bed—on Dex’s dorm bed. “You think these work like fortune cookies? Do they predict my future?”

Dex raised an eyebrow at him from across the room as he hung his clean flannels up in his closet. “Doubtful, if that’s your idea of a pick-up line,” he said.

“Oh, you wound me.” Nursey put a hand over his heart dramatically. He was shirtless, so the gesture immediately brought Dex’s attention to Nursey’s pecs. Dex squinted, wondering if that was the point. Probably. It seemed like something Nursey would do. He turned back to the clothes he was trying to put away.

“Do you even like those Sweetheart things?” Dex asked, his back turned. “They’re kinda gross and chalky, aren’t they?”

“I mean, they’re sugar, so it’s pretty impossible for them to be gross,” Nursey said.

“I disagree.”

“Of course you do.”

“Who would I be if I wasn’t the guy who disagrees with you?” Dex asked, putting another shirt on a hanger. “I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

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random little funny memories
  • When I was maybe eight, my class found a dead squirrel on our way to the school cafeteria and very solemnly launched a murder investigation that we all forgot about by the end of the day.

  • My granddad went to Ireland once to visit the area our family came from originally. (About half of us came over around the time of the potato famine and ended up on both sides of the Civil War. Heck of time to move, guys). He was sitting in a pub with his oldest son and oldest grandson and someone said “I heard your last name was (family name). You do sort of look it. Gotta ask, are any of you musical?” 
  • And of course my granddad has to answer yes, because pretty much every last one of us is. And the fellow says “Oh yeah, then you’re definitely (family name). It runs in the blood, you’re all musical. There’s a whole slew of you still here, if you want to meet them!”

  • One of the younger gym teachers knew how much the kids hated running laps every day, so he went around to all the tables at lunch and asked us all what kind of show tunes we wanted to run to. I solemnly told him “The Incredible Hulk”.
Office After Hours #3


Part Three Summary: After Bucky’s surprise confession, you decide to give him another chance, in return he gives you a morning to remember.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, elevator smut, language, oral [reader receiving] 

A/N: I’ve missed this series a lot! Things are defo going to get heated in the next few parts ;) 

Monday morning came around way too fast and you were kind of dreading having to see Bucky at the office. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact he went to such extremes to try and convince you he wanted to change for you. You couldn’t deny that you admired his effort, despite the fact he practically broke into your apartment- it was a pretty sweet gesture.

But, it didn’t change the fact you had this overwhelming fear of falling for him, you couldn’t make sense of your feelings for him as it was. He was addictive and you weren’t sure if dating him would be a better or a worse option than the casual hookups you were already frequently having with him.

You made your way to the elevator, coffee in hand. Hell, you’d definitely need it to get through the morning. Some colleagues joined you inside the elevator, all giving you smiles and “good mornings” as they did, your heart racing as you realised one of them was Bucky.

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