world's end is out this month

anonymous asked:

How each of the DAII companions grieves a Hawke left behind in the fade? romanced and non

Varric: His world comes to a halt. After Bartrand Hawke became like a replacement sibling, a true best friend in every sense. He’s drowning in guilt-  it’s his fault, he knew the Champion should have stayed out of it- and for a long time it looks as though he might drink himself into oblivion. HIs wicked grace deck spends weeks gathering dust and once he does get the urge to write again its very dark. It takes months before he’s back to even a semblance of himself- thanks in great part to the goal of the Inquisition- but in the end going back to Kirkwall is incredibly painful.


Isabela:  She’s subdued for a long time, the loss of a friend heavy in her heart. A glass is raised to the fallen champion in every port and tavern, and should she ever truly acquaire her own fleet the flagship will be named for them.
ROMANCED: The bender that follows Hawke’s death goes down in legends among sailors. In the midst of her grief Isabela is responsible for some truly epic bar fights and tavern brawls, but nothing makes the sorrow lighter. A part of her heart has crumbled- it was worse than when she lost her ship, when her mother sold her without thought, when the Arishok was calling for her blood- and there is no question that it will never heal.


Fenris: Its a true loss. Hawke was a friend- a good friend- and someone who stood up against the evil of the world with him. The world is less bright now, a little smaller, but Fenris swears to himself that he will never forget the Champion.
ROMANCED: There are a few days after Varrics letter arrived that Fenris was incandescantly angry. It had been his first experience with that level of intimacy– he had not loved as a slave, not cherished or remembered or grieved as he now did over his lover. They had been his whole heart but had not been given the chance to lay his own life down in return for theirs. But the anger cannot play bulwark against sorrow for long, and for a long time after he falls back into old -and wine fueled- habits. But if one thing can be said about Hawke it was that he was a good influence, and at the end of it Fenris carries on in his lovers name.


Anders: Its the first time he prays in a long time, but when he gets the news Anders drops to his knees and prays hard that it was painless and that Hawke is at the Makers side. The champion saved them, spared them after the greatest mistake he’d ever made, and it seems only fair that his dear friend gets the same chance at redemtion and peace the mage was given.
ROMANCED: There is no Anders to grieve for Hawke, not anymore. This last and most terrible lost sent both him and Justice over the edge, and the small hamlet he was sheltering in will never forget the time it took a squad of Templars to destroy the Vengeance demon that has destroyed the gentle healers hut.
Merrill: It’s a sad day when Merrill gets the news about her friend, and she sheds tears over it for some time. Hawke was a true friend to her when she needed it, and she prays to the Creators that they find peace. AS long as she is in Kirkwall she keeps their memory alive, and places flowers at their statue periodically.
 ROMANCED:If the Eluvian was not destroyed Merrill works feverishly for  days to try and repair it. Somehow the idea gets in her mind that if she can open the path she can fetch Hawke back, but in the end it is simply useless. Eventually she collapses in exhuasted grief and sobs for hours. She loved the Champion, had never imagined she could love a human to that degree, and losing them was like losing a part of herself.


Aveline: She assembles the guard and calls for a moment of silence the day after she gets the news. So many of them- including herself- owed Hawke their lives and he will be missed greatly. She also swears to herself that she watch over the remaining Hawke sibling if they live, and -though she feels odd and guilty doing it- goes to the small memorial they built from Leandra to tell the woman what happened. It feels right.


ROMANCED: The guards never mention to a soul that their Captain was absent for almost a week. Watches are maintained, complaints taken and reports filed. It’s the only kindness they can offer, and later Aveline will appreciate it. But in the moment she can only cling to what little she has left of Hawke– the smell of him distant on their pillows, the few pieces of clothing left in the mansion, the letters he’d written her over the ten years they’d been both friends and lovers. It hurts- more even than losing Wesley had- and it takes years before she can get up every morning and not reach for him first.


Sebastian: He lights a candle for them in the Starkhaven chantry every day and prays for their soul. He knows the Maker is kind, knows there is a plan, but it is hard to recognize it sometimes. He also tries to be a comfort to those friends left behind and keep the Champions memory alive in good works as Hawke did.
ROMANCED: His family, his faith, his future. All have been robbed from him and for the second in his life Sebastian purposefully walked away from the Maker. He throws himself into his city- now bereft of its princess- and in helping the Inquisition and all Hawke gave her life for. Its better than dwelling on the burning grief and anger is his gut, and he does everything he can to keep a strong face before his people. But at night he sobs for her, wishing bitterly for the comfort of a Maker that he no longer believes in and for a world were the best people were not lost.


Carver: He’s angry. He’s so angry and so sad and it has nowhere to go. So much time was wasted resenting his sibling- who he always knew loved him and protected him to the best of their ability- and now they are gone. All he has left now are the Wardens or the Templars, and even after so many years gone he wishes desperately for Bethany and his mother.


Bethany: She weeps for days after the letter arrives. Her sibling deserved better. Her family deserved better, and for a long time it takes everything she has to fight off the despair demons haunting her sleep. If she is a Warden then Aveline is a great comfort, but if she has been living as an apostate than it is harder. She can only hope that the rest of her family are safe at the Maker’s side and that someday she will see them again.

–Fereldone

I Can Treat You Better | (Part 2)

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

Summary: Another request, hope I do it justice. :) Daryl has feelings for the reader and has had to watch the reader be treated badly by her boyfriend for months. When the reader’s boyfriend is out on a run, Daryl makes his feelings known. Pre-Negan Era. Set in Alexandria. Smut AF.

Warnings: Smutty, Smutness

Word Count: 8,963

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Daryl watched as you sadly waved goodbye to Luke. You guys you had been seeing each other since even before the world ended and was replaced with the dead. You had both been living in Alexandria since before the wall had went up, you saw all of it happen in the blink of an eye; the world ending, the dead walking, The Monroe’s quickly devising a plan to keep the town safe, and the arrival of Rick’s group followed by more heartache and hardship. You and Luke shared a small house in the town, sitting on the right-hand side of the development, next to the last house that was placed within the town, furthest away from the wall, which belonged to Daryl.

You and Luke moved to Alexandria, before losing your families to the dead, you were college sweethearts, and you just always assumed you would be together forever. But lately something had changed in Luke, he was more reckless, and every chance he got it seemed, he was offering to go on runs, especially with Rosita. In the pit of your stomach you knew something was wrong, very wrong. Luke waved back at you, with little to no emotion in his eyes, from the back of a truck they where using for their run. You saw him quickly turn his attention back to Rosita smiling at her the way he used to smile at you.

You sighed a little, looking down, kicking a rock with your feet. You heard the gate close and slam shut as Aaron harshly pushed the lock back in place. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him with sad eyes.

“They’ll be back before you know it.” He said re-assuringly. “Rick will make sure of that.” He finished seriously, rubbing his hand comfortingly across your shoulder, before breaking contact, nodding and heading off to his home down the road.

You stood there not really sure what to do with yourself, you always felt off when Luke was gone, but you had felt off for a few months now, even when he was with you, he wasn’t really with you. You stare off into space analyzing the past few months, the drop in conversation between you two, the lack of intimacy, you used to find any excuse to sneak away to be together but lately he didn’t even want to touch you. You self-consciously wrap your arms around yourself, not realizing you were being watched.

Suddenly, you hear a scoff and realize that Daryl was standing a few feet away from you, by the front of the gate. He glared at you until you made eye contact, and then his head snapped away to look at a fixed point on the wall ahead of him. He sighed, seemingly angrily, and began walking toward you. He stops when he gets within inches of you, and growls into your ear, as he faces toward the town, his back against the gate.

“Don’t worry I’m sure your boyfriend will be just fine.” He said lowly and slightly bumped your shoulder as he passed by you.

What the hell was his problem? You thought to yourself and turned around to follow the tall, muscular redneck.

You run a little to catch up to him, as he has already taken several long strides away from you and down the street. You tap him on the shoulder and continue to try and reach his speed.

“What the hell was that about, Daryl?” You ask a little angrily and follow him as he picks up his pace. He obviously had an issue with something.

He angrily huffs and grips the strap of his crossbow tighter in his hands, saying nothing and tightening his jaw, he continues to walk towards the back of the development. You followed him past yours and Luke’s house, to the last house on the right, that was Daryl’s. You stomp up the porch behind him, grabbing his shoulder forcing him to turn around. He swings around angrily and glares into your eyes.

“What do ya want Y/N?” He shouted.

You suddenly felt enraged at his random anger directed at you. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to you that way? You thought confused and a little angry. He has barely ever said more than two words to you before this.

“I want to know what the hell you meant back there?” You demanded and he staggered back pacing a little, his eyes angry.

“You know what I’m talkin about Y/N. You know he is fucking her. How can you stay with an asshole like that? The way he treats you-” He shouts in your face, fuming, and begins pacing back and forth on the wooden floor again.

Your eyes grow wide, and you feel your heart stop in its tracks, as it sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“What?” You ask softly. Daryl continues to pace around his porch, gripping his weapon tighter in his hands, gesturing to your house on the left-hand side of his.

“I’ve fucking seen them together, Y/N! I know you aren’t that stupid! You fucking know too. Don’t tell me you don’t.” He shouts out again.

You feel your face get hot as your eyes begin to well up with tears.

“I gotta- I gotta go.” You say softly and turn to run down his stairs, you hear Daryl call your name, but you don’t want him to see you cry, you didn’t want such a strong man to see you break. You run across the lawn and up the stairs to your house, slamming, and locking the door.

You drudge your feet up the stairs, through blurry and wet eyes, emerging at your bedroom. You look at the bed and memories of you and Luke wash over you, followed by an image of him with Rosita in your bed. You wondered if they had ever screwed in your bed and suddenly you felt nauseated. You turn back from your bedroom and head down stairs to the living room, you plop yourself down on the couch head in your hands and let yourself feel all the pain you were feeling, letting all the tears come pouring out of you. You hear yourself sobbing from a distance, feeling like it wasn’t real.

You sob for nearly a half hour straight, until you feel like you are completely drained of everything inside of you. You peer over to the table on the side of the couch where you sit and see a picture of you and Luke sitting in a frame, a picture taken back before the world had ended, back before he was a cheater. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you stared at the man you thought would never hurt you. You pick up the frame angrily and throw it at the wall, making the glass shatter and the picture fall to the floor. Broken. Just like us. You thought to yourself with a scoff.

Anger takes over your body, washing over you and replacing the sadness. You dry your eyes, that have now started seething, and begin to rip down every picture frame and throw anything that reminded you of the two of you. That painting on the wall he had bought you for your 1-year anniversary – the year before the world went to shit, the necklace on the table he had found for you after you lost your parents, the promise ring on your finger that he had given you when you had first started dating. You throw it all to the ground, hearing wood and metal clashing and clanging against the hard wood floor of your living room.

You ran back up the stairs to your bedroom and pulled the blankets and sheets off the bed, throwing another picture of you and him on the nightstand down to the ground, as your boots walked over the glass, chomping on it without care. You pulled out a small duffle bag from your closet and began throwing your clothes into it, you didn’t care if you had to sleep on someone’s floor, you would not be here when Luke returned home. You grab as many clothes as would fit, and went to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and a couple of bars of soap you had managed to find.

You grab the overly full duffle bag and sling it over your shoulder, heaving a little at how heavy it was, and walked determinedly down the stairs and out the door slamming it shut. You walk onto the porch and angrily begin toward the stairs. You hear Daryl again, to your right, calling your name from his porch.

“Y/N! Please, hold up for a minute!” Daryl’s voice had softened and showed signs of worry.

Daryl had not moved from this spot since he had blurted out Luke’s secret. He was sure you knew, but your reaction proved to him otherwise. He paced back and forth, angry at himself and his big mouth, that had caused you so much pain. He listened to you cry and throw things, watching you intently through your living room window, that just happened to face his own. So many nights he had watched you, not intending to get drawn in, but not being able to help himself. The way you would set up dinner night after night for you and Luke, and seeing that most nights he didn’t even bother to show up home until after you had given up and fallen asleep.

He watched as you paced your house lonely as can be whenever he was gone and lately you did the same even when he was there, both of you sitting in silence and not saying a word. He watched as you tried to kiss on Luke and make him feel your skin, but he would always pull away. Daryl guessed saying he was not in the mood. Bullshit. Daryl would think to himself, he knew the truth. Besides who would not be in the mood for Y/N, she was amazingly gorgeous and just as sweet as could be, Daryl would think to himself.

One night he watched as Y/N walked up the stairs and disappeared into her bedroom, after another failed attempt to get Luke to want her. Daryl saw how sad and tired her eyes were, tired of this same routine and tired of not being loved like she should be. Daryl saw Y/N’s bedroom light go out and watched Luke as his fingers began to twitch and he nervously looked up the stairs. Daryl watched from the dark of his living room in curiosity, watching as the man got more nervous by the minute. About 20 minutes went by and the man suddenly stood up, walking to the stairs and looking up at the bedroom door, which was shut. He listened for a moment and smiled to himself. He walked across the living room floor, down the hallway, and out the door.

Daryl put out his cigarette in the dark and stared curiously for a moment before getting up and walking out to his porch quietly closing his door behind him. He watched as Luke walked speedily down the road, looking like he had to be somewhere in a hurry. Daryl frowned and decided to follow him. He took long, quite strides down the side of the road, staying on the grass and in the shadows as much as he could. He followed the man to a house he knew well, Rosita and Abraham’s. He watched as Luke darted quickly to the side of the house, Daryl ducked behind the trees that separated Rosita and Abe’s house from Carol’s place. The town was dark, but the moon was full and brightened up the sky and the ground around it that night.

Daryl peered through the bushes to see Luke running to someone, the other person ran to him and wrapped their arms around him. Luke pulled this person into his arms, twirling them around, the moonlight illuminated their face, it was Rosita was a huge smile on her face. Daryl stood there shocked, feeling the seething anger build up inside of him. He watched as Luke pressed her up against the side of the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Daryl felt sick, watching as they became closer and closer to fucking right then and there. He hears them both begin to moan and tug at each other’s pants. Daryl turned away and made his way back down the street, stopping to stare up at Y/N’s dark bedroom window for a moment in silent sadness. What an asshole. Who could do that to her? He thought and again the anger returned to his being.

It had been two months since Daryl saw them together that first time and every time he saw Luke touch Rosita on the arm or whisper into her ear suggestively, when Y/N wasn’t looking, every single time it took all Daryl had not to walk right over and kick his ass. But, Y/N was always there, looking at Luke, still in love with him, still wanting him. Daryl thought eventually she would figure it out on her own, but here they were two months later and somehow he was still the asshole who had to break the news to her. And he didn’t do it well at all, talking wasn’t one of his strong points and he kicked himself for hurting her, just like that asshole she called hers.

“Y/N! Please, stop!” Daryl pleaded as he watched Y/N continue to storm down the pavement with a duffle bag in her hands.

You stopped but do not turn around, hearing Daryl’s footsteps come running up behind you. You feel nothing but rage and adrenaline coursing through your body. Suddenly, you feel Daryl’s big hand on your shoulder, nudging you around to face him. You turn toward him and see that he is breathing heavy from running to catch up to you. You look into his eyes and see regret in them, you scoff.

“What?!” You cry out angrily and glare at him.

Daryl takes his hand off your shoulder and steps back with his hands in the arm, realizing that your anger is directed toward him.

“I just, I just… I wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” He said lowly and looks at the ground ashamed of himself.

You smirk a little in your rage, feeling heated tears again come to the surface.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?!” You scream a little and drop your duffle bag on the ground, charging your small frame into him and start hitting his chest with your fists as hard as you can, crying and punching.

“You are an asshole, you know that?!” You continue to cry and punch at him. And Daryl lets you do so, without wincing, he takes in all your pain.

You punch and punch until you your hands are sore and you are exhausted, you begin to sob into his chest, dropping your fists as they did no good against Daryl’s muscular physique. You sob tiredly into him and you suddenly feel his big arms wrap around your body, pulling you tightly into him, as you cry.

“Shhh… Shhh…” Daryl comforts you, rocking you back and forth in his arms.

You hear the sound of footsteps tapping down the concrete behind you, in between your sobbing tears, and hear Aaron’s voice.

“Is everything okay?!?” Aaron asked Daryl, breathless. He had heard Y/N screaming, as he was walking to the gate for guard duty, and turned around to see her hitting Daryl. He ran as fast as he could down the long pavement, watching as Daryl wrapped her in his arms.

Aaron tried to catch his breath, while looking concernedly into Daryl’s eyes, and down to your sobbing face that was hidden from him.

You buried your face deeper into Daryl’s chest, trying to escape the embarrassment of facing Aaron this way. You feel Daryl nod his head, as his chin moves up and down above your head.

“Ya. She’s okay. I’ll take care of her.” Daryl said in a soft, low tone.

Aaron stands there for a moment, looking at Daryl, and back down at you, remaining hidden. He nods sadly at Daryl and then gently puts his hand on your back, massaging it a little.

“You know where to find me, if you need anything Y/N.” He says to you and you nod into Daryl’s chest, to answer him, still not wanting him to see you hurting. Daryl’s arms wrap tighter around you, as your tears begin to subside.

Aaron looks at Daryl, “Take care of her,” he says and Daryl again nods, onto the top of your head.

You hear Aaron walk away in the other direction. Daryl holds you for another moment in the street. You turn your head to the side, never breaking contact with his body, your tears had retreated once again, and you took a few deep breaths into him.

Daryl notices your body’s ceasefire, and slowly loosens his arms, keeping them on your shoulders, but breaking your head’s contact with his chest, to force you to look up at him. He sees your eyes are red and your face is drenched, he looks down at you in agony. I would give anything to take this pain away from her. He thought sadly. He looks at you and lowly speaks, “Come on,” is all he says before pulling his arms away from you to lift the duffle bag, with one hand, over his shoulder.

You stay there, too tired to fight it and watch as he lugs your heavy bag over his shoulder effortlessly and comes back up to pull you to his other shoulder, wrapping his free arm around your neck. You lean your head onto his shoulder as you both slowly make your way back down the street.

You pass the place you used to call home and Daryl leads you up the stairs, back onto his porch, where the whole thing had begun, at least for you. He slowly opens the door to his house and walks you both into his living room, where he throws your bag onto the floor, and leads you to the couch. You plop down and begin to dry your eyes, a little embarrassed now at the scene you had just caused.

Daryl walks over to the living room window, that faced the place you used to call home, and quickly drew the long, dark red curtains. You sigh a little relieved you didn’t have to look into the house you used to call home. The room darkens and Daryl uses his lighter to light small and big candles alike, that were scattered around the living room. Suddenly, the glow of the candlelight illuminated the space, making it feel more homey than you were used to. You lay back into the couch and continue to steady your breathing, looking at Daryl as he sits on the couch beside you, looking straight ahead, trying not to be intrusive. He sits with his hands nervously wrapping around each other and his one leg twitching. You also see him nervously biting his lip as he stared straight ahead.

“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say quietly, looking at your own hands.

“That’s alright. I deserved it.” He said, still twitching.

“No, you didn’t. That anger wasn’t meant for you.” You say to him.

He turns to look at you, as he nervously bites his lip, “I’m sorry too. I should have never told ya. At least not like that.” He said sincerely apologetic for his slip up.

“I knew. I knew something was… off.” You admit, again playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you spoke. “I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I didn’t want to lose him too.” You quietly say.

Daryl nods a little in understanding and looks down at his hands again. A few minutes pass and neither of you speak, just sitting in each other’s company.

“You’re welcome to stay here.” Daryl says quietly, not looking at you.

You smile your first small smile since this afternoon, you reach over and touch his arm lightly.

“Thanks.” You say, he tenses a little at your touch. You notice, but shrug it off as Daryl being Daryl. You drop your hand back into your lap.

“Ugh. I can’t believe this.” You lean forward, running your hands through your hair, stressed. You two are now shoulder to should on the couch. You let your hands run up and down your face, rubbing your skin.

“I probably look like shit.” You say to yourself, trying to rub the feeling of betrayal off you.

Daryl scoffs a little, “I don’t think that’s possible.” He says quietly, rubbing his knuckles harder.

“Yeah, right.” You say self-deprecatingly, letting your hands rest over your mouth as today’s memories run through your brain, over and over again.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He says, still not looking at you.

Your head snaps over to look at him, in response.

“What?” You ask, taken aback.

He nervously bites his lip some more before slowly turning his head to meet your eyes, his eyes softly looking into yours, the candlelight flickering in them.

“You’re beautiful.” He says again, softly, and matter-of-factly.

“You could have anyone you wanted. I just never knew why you wanted him.” He says dropping his head sadly.

“When I found out, I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t know how to, I didn’t want you to hurt… I shoulda told you…” He trailed off looking at the closed curtains ahead of you two.

“I shoulda told you that I couldn’t stand you being with him… and that I wanted to be with you…” He trails of nervously.

You watch the man in awe, his strong, muscular arms flexed onto his knees, taking in his large, beautiful frame. You look at his sideways face, taking in his nervous lips and worried eyes, as if he had said something extremely dangerous. His leg twitched and he waited for a response. Daryl expected anger or laughter, he had never been a hit with women, didn’t know how to talk to them. What he got surprised him as you gently put your hand on his twitching leg next to you. The leg froze in place and he again forced himself to look into your eyes, confused this time.

You sat there looking at him, in shock. “I had no idea, Daryl….” You trail off, not sure what to say.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s okay…” He says dropping his head, to look at the couch space in-between you two awkwardly.

“I know I’m not much… I just… thought you should know.” He forced the words out of his mouth, immediately wishing he had stayed quiet.

You remain silent for a moment, before moving your other hand up to his downward facing chin, before gently lifting it so that you can peer into his eyes.

You look at him softly, “I just didn’t know… You are amazing Daryl, you are one of the best men here, hell you may even be the best man here. I just had no idea.” You say, to reassure him.

He nods, looking down as he takes in your words, before looking back into your eyes.

“I’m not good with the words.” He says sheepishly.

You smirk a little, “Really? I couldn’t tell.” You laugh a little, making him smirk just a little.

“How long… How long have you felt this way?” You ask, still in shock that this beautiful man would ever look at you that way.

“Awhile. Since before I found out… Maybe since the first time I saw you.” He admitted, avoiding your gaze again.

Your face went flush, feeling embarrassed and excited all at once.

“Wow.” You say simply and remove your hands from him, to rub them on your face again, concentrating on everything he had just revealed.

He clears his throat nervously a few minutes later and you realize you still haven’t said anything.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He says, suddenly trying to get up from the couch. You instinctually grab his knee before he has a chance to get up and push down on it, hard. He looks at you and sits back down.

You slowly look back over at his terrified face, you take your other hand and gently place it on the side of his right cheek, stroking it gently a few times, and looking at him softly.

“No. I’m glad you did. I’m just… I’m just trying to wrap my head around this all… that’s all. I never would have guessed that you would think of me that way, of all the people you could have…” You trail off, looking down and biting your lip.

“I’m glad you told me, Daryl. I think it is really sweet.” You say and lean in to place an innocent kiss on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his cheek as you do. You slowly retract your lips and he stares at you with something that looked a whole lot like love and admiration.

“I only want you. I can treat you better than he ever did…” Daryl stares at you, feeling more brave after feeling your lips on his face.

You smile and pull his face back toward you, this time aiming for his lips. You slowly pressed your lips on top of his, gently sucking his top lip into yours, before sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. You feel him moan a little and his lips part slightly. You look at him and he has his eyes closed, in pure bliss.

You press your lips into his again, this time sliding your tongue into his mouth slightly licking his tongue, you feel his tongue dart out at yours in response, you go in again, swirling around his tongue as he does the same to yours. He is a great kisser for someone so shy. You thought to yourself and you swirled your tongues around each other, more passionately with every pass. You suddenly felt electricity run through your body, as your kisses deepened, something you had not felt for a long time. You moan a little into him as you harshly suck on his tongue before beginning to swirl around it again. He growls a little, causing vibration to run through your mouth and all through your body. You felt yourself getting hot and bothered, in the best way.

Daryl begins to take charge and puts both hands onto the sides of your face as you continue to kiss each other passionately. His body begins to lean into yours and your body slowly lies back on the couch in response. He adjusts with you and suddenly you are lying on your back with your head on the arm rest of the couch, you slowly try and begin to stretch your legs out to lay them flush with the couch. He notices and stands up a little, never breaking his lips away from yours. Once you have your legs in place, he positions on of his knees on the inside of the couch, against the back of it and the other on the other side of your legs, he is straddling you, but not touching, except for your mouths as they devour each other.

He moans into you again as you swirl your tongues around each other, sucking and licking faster and faster. He breaks his lips away from you and uses one hand to slightly turn your head to the side, exposing your neck. You bury your face into the side of the couch, with your eyes closed in ecstasy. Daryl’s lips land softly on the side of your neck, slowly beginning to suck and swirl his tongue up and down your skin.

“Mmmm.” You moan softly to yourself, loving the feeling of his tongue on your body. He licks his way up to the spot behind your ear and sucking on it lightly, before beginning to swirl his tongue faster and harder into your skin. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, grazing his tongue across it, flicking it from side to side.

“Oh God, Daryl!” You cry out and he smirks a little into your ear. He breathes heavily into your ear and moves back down your neck, to your collarbone, he harshly takes it in as the begin to writhe under him in response.

You grab his sides and tug on his vest a little, before moving your hands underneath the open fabric and resting your hands on either side of him, loving the feel of his bare skin on your fingertips. You begin to rub him up and down, feverishly, as he sucks on your neck, moving from one side to the other. You move your head in compliance, to allow his tongue to travel wherever it wanted. It felt so damn good on your skin.

Your hands grow more anxious and you move them from his sides, up his bare, muscular chest, and up to his shoulders, where they are forced to stop because of the shoulders of his vest. You open your eyes and look up with a whimper. You use your hands, under the shoulders of his vest and gently begin to push it upward, pushing it over his shoulders and down his huge arms. He slowly lifts one arm off the couch to allow you to pull the vest out of it, followed by the other, never removing his lips for your body. You sigh in relief as you throw the vest to the ground, caressing his bare, broad shoulders and up and down his back.

He groans at your touch and breaks contact with you, raising his head back up to look you in the eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips back onto yours, you moan in pleasure at how hard he kissed you now. You passionately respond, grabbing his face harshly, trying to pull him into your mouth even harder.

You feel his body lower and press against yours, feeling how hard he was as his cock rubbed slightly into the bottom of your stomach. You felt yourself get wet the moment you felt his cock press against you. Your hand reaches down, on its own accord, and slightly begins rubbing his dick, from outside his jeans.

“Fuck!” He breaks contact with your lips and cries out as your hand rubs his cock, with just enough pressure to make him almost come undone right there. You try to open your legs to him, which was futile as he had you pinned on the small couch.

He noticed you trying to lift your legs to him and stares down at you with low, lustful eyes.

He stands up, shirtless, his bare chest glowing in the candlelight. You look up at him with a whimper of sadness, making him smirk and his eyes dance with excitement.

“Come on.” He says, holding his hand out to you. You take it breathlessly as he pulls you up off of the couch. He walks around the living room, with your hand in his, blowing out candles as he does. He takes one of the bigger candles that is still lit and hands it to you, he takes another that is still lit, glancing around the room making sure he had blown out all of the others. He holds the candle in one hand and your hand in the other. He strides out of the living room, pulling you behind him. You hold onto his hand and smile as he pulls you down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom, the candlelight illuminating your path.

Once in his room, he shuts and locks the door, dropping your hand for a moment and taking the candle that you held from you. He walks over to the right side of his room where his bed is, along with a night side table on both sides. He walks to one side of the bed and places one candle in the middle, walks over to the other side and places the other candle on the opposite stand. He walks over to the window facing the bed and draws the dark curtains into place, completely covering the window.

He strides back over to you, who stands with your back against the door, watching his gorgeous figure in the flickering light. You bite your lip a little in anticipation, you had no idea how this happened, but you couldn’t deny that you were so ready for him to be all over you again. Luke had never made you feel half this good.

He wraps his arms around you, crashing his lips back into yours, and slamming you into the door behind you. You moan out in pleasure. You feel his arms move down your back, to your ass, as he grabs both cheeks with this big, rough hands, and pulls you into him. His lips move back down to your neck as he pulls your ass into him, suddenly he lifts you up and pulls you away from the door. You wrap your legs around his waist in response. He moves his lips back onto yours and you rest your hands on the sides of his hair, massaging his hair as you shove your tongue around his over and over.

He keeps his hands on your ass, firmly massaging it, as he twirls you both around and starts to walk you over to the bed. You feel yourself fall over into the soft mattress, as his body pushes you both down. He presses his body into you harder now, with his lips on yours. His hands begin to move from your ass, to up your back, dipping his rough hands under the fabric of your shirt, you lift your body into his in response. His hands roughly massage your lower back before making their way up to your bra clasp, he opens his eyes while still devouring your mouth, seeing you smile in reaction. You feel his thumbs play with the tiny pieces of metal, as he finally unclips them and your bra springs apart under your shirt. He gently massages your back where the clasp used to be, and slowly begins to trace on of his hands from your back, to your side, before venturing to the front of your stomach, slowly making their way up and underneath your loosened bra. His finger traces the bottom of your left breast ever so slightly a few times, causing goosebumps and your nipples to hard.

You break contact with his mouth, shooting your head back, ”Touch me!” You cry out and he obliges, roughly taking the breast into his big hand, cupping and massaging it in a deep circular motion. You continue to cry out to him, your body writhing up into his hand. You feel his hand begin to flick your nipple in between his fingers and you cry out again, “Oh God, Yes!” Causing him to growl like an animal into your mouth, looking at you with pure desire.

You feel his other hand come around your other side and dip under your other bra cup and begin to massage your right breasts, flipping your nipples around, and roughly massaging them over and over as you cried out for more.

He slowly moved both hands down your stomach, removing his hands from you and breaking his kiss. You snap your head up to him, looking at him with questioning eyes.

His eyes peered down at you, still lustfully, but you now see a hint of concern in them. You stare at him awaiting whatever was next. He breathes heavily over you and looks into your eyes, softly.

“I really want you, YN.” He says and you nod, trying to pull him back into your lips, he uses his hand to push you back down again, softly. You look into his eyes again, your whole body aching for every part of him.

“But, I don’t want you to do this just because you are upset. So if that is all this is, then-“ Before he can finish his thought, you reach your hand up and push the wild hair away from his eyes, looking into them seriously.

“That is not what this is, Daryl. I want you. I’ve never felt this good, ever! Please don’t stop.” You say, lovingly looking into his eyes. He stares down at you, still a little unsure. You arch up into him involuntarily, all the while staring at him with pleading eyes. He nods and smiles down at you, you smile in response. He dips down toward you again, crashing his lips onto yours again.

You smile into his lips and pull his shoulders toward you with all your might, pulling him so close your teeth clink together with the sudden motion. You moan and he chuckles at the sensation. You harshly swirl your tongue around him over and over again, and his hands return to the bottom of your shirt. His fingers trace your bare stomach underneath it a few times, and you feel his hands begin to pull the fabric up, over your stomach, he breaks away from your lips, sitting up, straddling you, and gently pulls up the fabric, all the while his fingers tracing up your body. You lean up and help him by raising your arms over your head, he slowly pulls the shirt off of you and throws it to the ground. You pull your arms out of your bra straps and throw it to the floor, mimicking his actions. You stare at him as he takes your naked breasts in, he licks his lips and moans lowly as he slides his hips down a little and slowly moves his chest up your core, to your stomach, where he lays on you, putting pressure on all the right places, his stomach breathes into your pussy, which you were pretty sure was soaked through and through already.

He breathes heavily into you as he slowly descends his mouth onto your right breast, licking and swirling around it, using his other hand to massage your left breast, flicking and twirling your nipple with his tongue on one side and with his fingers on the other. Your legs open wider as your head shoots back in pleasure.

“Yes! Oh God, Yes!” You cried out massaging his hair pushing his head into your skin deeper, he slowly bites down on it and your cry out again, arching your hips into him. He kisses his way across your sternum and reaches the other breasts and begins to suck and swirl on that one, massaging your other one with his other hand.

“Oh my god, Daryl, I am so wet. I need you!” You cry out, massaging his hair and pulling it a little, from above.

He breaks his kiss from your skin and props up on both of his elbows, his lips still inches from your skin. You look down at him pleading with your eyes and he smirks a little, licking his lips. He turns his attention back to your skin, kissing your breast a few more times roughly, before licking and sucking his way down your stomach, across your belly button, until he is sucking on the soft skin that is touching the waistline of your pants. He looks up and sees your shaking your head back and forth in pleasure, eyes closed and biting your lip. He smiles to himself, he loved the way he made you lose control. He took his tongue, moving it over to the side of your hip, and slid it down slightly underneath your pants, dragging it slowly from your hip, across your stomach, to your other hip. He kissed and sucked the side of your hip when he was done with the trek.

“Oh Fuck!” You moan in pleasure and the sensation of his tongue so close to your core

He moves his fingers over to the middle of your waistline, and plays with the button as you writhe underneath him in anticipation.

“Hold still.” He says in a low chuckle, kissing you under your belly button again.

He breaks the button loose and slowly undoes your zipper. He sits back up and scoots off the bed and pulls your legs down and closed. He pulls your boots off, along with your socks, and then begins to tug at your pant legs, ripping them off of you and throwing them behind him. He pushes both legs back up, using your feet and pushes them apart again. He stares down in disbelief at your white panties that are completely soaked and dripping wet.

“Fuck.” He says to himself and licks his lips. He kneels back onto the bed, positioning himself between your inviting legs, and puts on leg on his shoulder, he kisses and sucks his way down your leg, to your thigh, and over to your pussy, he lightly sucks just above your clit, making you moan out in failed anticipation. He crosses your core and begins to kiss and suck up your other thigh, and down your other leg. He grabs both your legs by your ankles, putting them both in this left hand and raising them straight into the air. His right hands grazes down your right leg, softly, landing on your right ass cheek. He grabs your ass a little over your panties and then roughly begins to tug at the fabric. He pulls it free from your right ass cheek. You lift yourself up with your hands, pushing your ass of the bed as he slides over and pulls the fabric roughly off the other cheek, sliding them up and over both your legs and ankles, throwing them behind him. He looks again at your ass and grabs it, hard.

“Fuck, Yes!” You cry out at the sensation. He grabs it harshly again, smacking it a little. You cry out again in response.

He smiles to himself before pulling your leg apart again, pulling one back over his hand to rest on his shoulder again. You lower your ass back to the bed, allowing him to part your legs.

He looks down at your wet pussy and growls like an animal, liking his lips.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby.” He says, not able to break his eyes away from your pussy. He crashes his lips down onto your core, this time aiming directly onto your clit, swirling and sucking gently at first, before picking up his pace.

“Fuck. Daryl! Yes!” You cry out, reaching down to push his head harder into you as he sucks on your clit feverishly. He moans at your reaction, “Mmmm…” causing vibration through your pussy making your almost cum right there. His lips escape your clit and begin to rapidly move up and down your folds, at first teasingly, and then plunging into you wildly. His tongue swirled and darted in and out of you, while you push his head into you, forcing his tongue to fuck you as hard as it could. He moved back up to your clit and began swirling around it again. You feel his hand graze down the backside of your thigh, squeeze your ass again, before making its way to the inside of your leg and to your pussy.

He shoves two fingers into you, hard. You arch up, pressing his head to your clit harder. “Yes!” You cry out again to him, as he hits your clit just right. He pumps into you over and over with his fingers as your hips arch up to match his rhythm, only to be met with even more intense pressure from his mouth on your clit, as you continue to push down on him. You arch up and down as he pumps into you, he pushes three fingers inside of you and continues to thrust them into your pussy.

“Oh my God, Yes! Right there! Just like that!” You cry out, pushing his head so hard into you, you thought you may be hurting him, but it felt so good. He pumps harder and harder, as you push his swirling tongue into you, he flicks your clit and pumps his fingers in and out rougher and shorter. You feel him flick your clit over and over, again and again and can’t take it anymore. You press him into you a few more times, as he pumps his fingers into you, and cum all over his fingers.

“Fuuuucckk…. Yessss!” You cry out as you climax, long and hard, still pressing him into you as you hit your high.

You drop your hand, once your senses return. He removes his fingers and lowers his tongue, sticking it inside your pussy, taking long deep strides up it several times, lapping your cum into his mouth. You groan I pleasure, as your legs playfully move from side to side, around his head. You bring your hands up to your breasts and massage them a little, feeling the last bit of your orgasm prolonged.

“Oh God, Daryl! That felt so damn good!” You cry out in happiness as he laps the last of your cum up.

His lips retreat your pussy and he looks up at you playing with your breasts, eyes closed.

“Mm!” He says aroused, placing a long hard kiss under your navel again, smacking the side of your ass.

“Damn Y/N! You like that?” He asks and you look down at him playfully nodding and biting your lip.

You slowly graze the leg that is over his shoulder, down to his back, rubbing your heel up and down it suggestively. He looks at you with dark eyes and groans a little.

“I want you… inside of me.” You say in a commanding voice, startling even yourself. He smirks a little in surprise and smacks the side of your ass again, grabbing it for a moment, before smiling up at you and scooting off the bed. He stares into your eyes, never taking his off of yours as he stands up at the foot of the bed. You watch as he quickly undoes his belt, snapping it a little as he slaps it to the floor, fucking you with his eyes. He kicks off his boots, pulls off his socks, and begins to unbutton his black denim jeans. You see him unzip his pants and roughly tug at the fabric as it falls quickly to the floor. As his pants fall his hard, glistening cock pops out and you moan to yourself in pleasure, taking your breast in your hand again. Fuck. He was so big and so ready to fuck. You thought as you saw his cock was wet around the tip already. You lick your lips and stare at his hard cock. He notices and smirks down at you.

“Hey.” He said quickly, causing you to look up into his eyes again. “My eyes are up here.” He said laughing a little before beginning to crawl up the bed, toward you, his big, strong arms climbing up you, in between your legs, up past your already aching pussy. He climbed up you until his arms were resting on either side of your head, he slowly, pushed his body down onto you, looking in your eyes, first his cock pressed against your leg, his hips grinding into yours deeply, then his stomach on yours, followed by his chest pressing down onto your breasts, he crashed his tongue into your mouth to devour it again.

He pulled you by the back of your hair slightly, to gain deeper access into your mouth and your moaned into him, your tongues fighting for dominance. He kissed you for a minute, pushing his hip into yours deep and long, you could feel his cock throbbing on your leg, you could feel his juice run slightly down your leg, after each thrust.

You break your kiss and pull his head back by his hair, staring at him.

“Please. I want you to fuck me!” You cry out and he smirks.

Suddenly, he kneels up reaches behind him grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, he quickly grabs his cock, moaning at his own touch, he was so fucking turned on. And begins to bring his wet tip to your pussy, slightly running it up and down against your folds a few times before pushing himself into you with one long thrust. As does this the entire bed moves up and slams against the wall, your bodies following the motion. He groans and thrusts heavily again, noticing that every time he does this your breasts jump up and down with the motion. He thrusts into you again, long and hard, the bed bumping again.

“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” You cry out in pleasure.

He thrusts into you again and begins to slowly pick up his pace, watching was your breasts bounce up and down and the bed bouncing against the wall.

“Fuck!” He says to himself as he watches himself fuck you.

You writhe up into him, slamming your hips against him, trying to find his rhythm. He grabs your ass on both sides and guides you along with him, slamming into your harder and harder, finding a rhythm that you both enjoyed. You slammed into him and he slammed down at the same time, putting  more pressure on your clit with every deep thrust.

“Faster, Baby!” You cry out and he complies, thrusting faster into you, guiding your hips along with his. You can hear the head board slam into the wall over and over, faster and faster, as he thrusts into your harshly, you feel him pick up his pace and grab your hips harder as he licks his lips and pumps into you more and more, hitting your clit hard with every thrust.

“Yes! Right there! Harder baby!” He sees that you are so close to cumming, to he cuts loose and just starts fucking the shit out of you, the hardest you have ever been fucked. He pounds into you, hitting your clit harder and harder and filling your deeper and deeper, as he speeds his pace up. The bed sounds like it is going to break.

“Oh fuck, baby! I’m going to come.” You hear him say as he fucks you fast and hard.

He pumps into you short and hard a few more times and you feel yourself explode.

“Oh…My… God!!! Fuck! Oh Yes!” You cry out, grinding your hips deeply into his as you climax so hard, you grind up into him putting as much pressure on your clit with his hip as you can, cumming for what seemed like minutes. “Yes!!” You scream out.

“Fuck!” He cries out feeling you cum, he thrusts shorter and faster over and over into you, slamming into you the hardest he has yet, and you feel him explode inside of you.

“Fuck! Yeah!!” He cries out as he cums inside of you, thrusting a few more times to get all the pleasure he can out of you. You moan in pleasure as you feel him pump into you harshly as he cums and rides his climax out. You reach down and massage your clit, doing the same. Both of you moan out at each other and the bed continues to squeak.

He thrusts into you shortly a few more times, “Damn, Girl…” He growls as he exists you and falls exhaustedly onto your body, resting his head on the side of your neck, you move your head to allow him to do so. You are both sticky with sweat and your hearts are pounding with adrenaline. You stroke his back with your fingertip, feeling nothing but blissful pleasure. He lifts his head up to slowly kiss your neck once more before snuggling into it again, trying to regain his breath.

You couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure you had just felt, you had never experienced anything like it before. You sigh happily and kiss him on the top of his head slowly.

Once his heart beat steadied, he looks into your eyes, slightly tracing your arm with his fingertips, causing goosebumps again. “You are amazing, Y/N. If you want me to, I’ll treat you like that every day of your life.” He said, smiling contently at you.

You look down at him happily and grin. “I definitely want you… and only you to.” You say and he brings his mouth up to kiss you passionately once more, pulling you deeply into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of him, at everything about him.

He lets you go and rolls over onto his back beside you on the bed, outstretching his arm to you. You smile and turn over to lay on his shoulder, wrapping one of your arms over his chest, and one of your legs over his thigh. He tugs a blanket that was haphazardly push to the side, beside you and pulls on it, lifting it over the two of you. He sighs happily at the feel of you laying there next to him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, I’m not ever going to let anything bad happen to you again.” He says softly.

You smile and kiss his chest softly, before laying your head back down onto him. You fell asleep smiling that night. And every night after that…

high for this

Nursey doesn’t know what it means. He didn’t know what it meant that first time, a few months back, when Dex offered to smoke him out, then offered to shotgun a hit, then kissed him, light and easy, as if it was the simplest move in the world. He didn’t know what it meant three days later, when he offered to return the favor and ended up making out with Dex on his futon, sloppy and messy and sweet as can be. It’s been about three months now. Three months of smoking each other out and making out and not talking about it, and Nursey still doesn’t know what it means.

There are rules, of course. It’s always in Nursey’s single room. It’s always just the two of them. It’s always with something on in the background – TV or a movie or music. And it always starts with weed. Usually, they’ll each take a few hits before Dex – it’s always Dex who initiates, that’s another rule – will lean in, smoke in his lungs, and wait for Nursey to lean over enough to exhale into his mouth. Nursey will do the same, then, shotgunning a hit when Dex passes him the bowl. Shotgunning inevitably devolves into kissing, and they always manage to end up side by side on Nursey’s couch, alternating between making out and shotgunning until the bowl is dead.

Nursey’s sure he could figure out what it means if he looked a little closer at the situation, but he’s not actually sure he wants to do this. As of now, he’s got Dex two to three times a week, hazy and pliant and soft in his arms, and that’s enough for him. It has to be enough for him, because pushing for more could lead to the end of it all, and Nursey can’t have that. He can’t risk losing the way Dex clings to him when he’s high, hands fisted in Nursey’s sweatshirt and leg hitched up around Nursey’s hip. Or the way Dex’s mouth opens up so sweet, like he’d give Nursey anything if he just asked. Or the way Dex’s cheek feels, soft and warm, underneath Nursey’s palm. Weed’s not addictive, he knows that, but Dex sure as hell is. He’s in way too deep, he knows, but it’s a good arrangement, and it’s clearly working for them both, and he’s not going to fuck it up.

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I got an anonymous request to make a tutorial on how I pick what colours I’m going to be using, so here’s the end result of said tutorial. It is rendering right now and I should have it uploaded in 7 hours (because that’s when I’ll  be out of class)… assuming the video renders and exports properly. :U 


update: Still can’t get this video to export properly sooo…. hhh patience. I’ll get it up, I will. I might have to separate the video into smaller clips.

ANOTHER UPDATE: I NOTICED THEIR NOSES WERE VERY WRONG AND I FIXED THEM


Okay

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Genre : Angst

Word Count : 1.5k

Summary Saying “I’m okay” doesn’t mean it’s true

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You had promised to yourself and to him in the beginning of the relationship that you would understand the obstacles the two of you would have to face. The obstacles set out were much different than any average relationships. In an average relationship, no one had to practice all day and night. No one had to hide their relationships. No one had to leave for tour for countless days, weeks, even months.

But as time progressed, your promise started becoming harder and harder to keep.

The first incident was after the ending of his world tour, when he returned back home to you. You thought that with the tour out of the way, you’d have plenty of time to make small cute stay-at-home dates like how you two used to have before all the fame. But you were wrong.

After his long departure abroad for 6 months, there was a comeback awaiting the members of the band, including him as well. It didn’t seem fair though, a comeback right after a large world tour? But it could be your tiny selfish excuse for wanting to spend time with your boyfriend.

After sending countless messages asking if he was free, you received a message saying something along the lines of, “I’m busy practicing.” Not that it was wrong, practicing for a comeback, it was part of their world; a world you didn’t know, but promised to try and follow along with.

After not receiving a message back from you, he sent another one. “We have a comeback planned. You understand right? You’re not angry are you?” Staring at the words sent, you didn’t know how to reply.

Biting down on your bottom lip, a habit out of nervousness, you pressed the ‘send’ button. “I’m okay.

-

The second incident may have been your fault, but who could blame you? How else would you have felt if your boyfriend had a day off and decided to choose to practice like how he did the whole week?

“Hey Jimin,” You remember hesitantly asking. You two were at your shared apartment, you fidgeting and playing with your fingers and him sprawled across the sofa tiredly. Hearing him humming in acknowledgement, you spoke the words that you have been wanting to ask all week. “The boys told me you were free tomorrow. Since you have no schedule, wanna go do something?”

As if almost instantly, Jimin sat up. “Sorry (Y/N),” You felt your heart drop. “But I want to practice a bit more for the comeback. I can’t let down the fans.” He cocked his head to the side, elbowed propped up on his thighs, looking up at you.

You stared down at your fingers in disappointment where you stood. Hearing Jimin call you, you lifted your head up a bit. “(Y/N),” Your name rolled off his tongue easily. “Are you okay with it? Becau-”

Softly sighing, you forced your best smile. “I’m okay with it.”

“Are you sure?”

“No no, you should practice for the comeback. I know how important it is to you and the rest of the boys as well.” You repeated these words in your mind, trying to convince yourself you weren’t feeling the feelings you were feeling, maybe you could trick yourself into thinking that you didn’t miss your boyfriend these past long months,

“You shouldn’t let down your fans, you’re an idol.” You spoke solemnly, the ends of your lips curling up into a small smile. You were lucky enough to be dating an idol, you should remember that. “Don’t tire yourself out too much, alright?”

Staring at him, you hesitantly turned away and went to your room. Back pressed up against the wall, you sat on the cold wooden floor for him to leave. To leave for practice, again.

You couldn’t help but feel lonely and somewhat jealous of the girls that were dating the rest of Bangtan. They always made time for their girlfriends, unlike Jimin. Maybe you were selfish, wanting more in your relationship but you always felt the tingly jealousy thinking about what they could be doing with their girlfriends.

Like today, they took the day off, just like how they’re supposed to, instead of practicing or staying in the studios. Every time you imagine what you could be doing, your heart aches.

You could’ve been cooking together, just like Jin and his girlfriend. Cuddling in bed. Having a dance battle even if you would always lose. Watching movies. Going to the arcade even if it meant being caught in their disguises. Or maybe even just go to the park together.

Hearing the front door click, the whole apartment was silent. The only sound was that of your tears threatening to spill, finally being freed.

-

The third time it happened, was the last time it happened. And that’s because there wasn’t going to be a fourth time, nor a fifth time. There would be no more times.

You were doing your best keeping calm, but as the minutes ticked by, the clock ticking and tocking had somewhat drove you insane. The longer you sat there on the couch, gripping at your own hands, the more done with the entire situation.

The doorknob jiggling, the front door opens, revealing the person you had been waiting on for hours. He had promised you a home date to make up for all the times he missed with you, promising that he’d be home at 7, sharing the night of candlelit dinner with you.

Well that went nowhere, it was already 10.

Your eyes fell on Jimin’s figure, his eyes darting around the apartment, looking anywhere but your eyes. “Jimin,” You tried keeping a calm facade, pretending as if you weren’t more than just upset at the fact not only was he late, but the fact that he broke his promise and blew away the chance he had at making it up to you. “What time is it?”

A wave of nervousness and underlying guilt washed over him. He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, mumbling out his answer hesitantly. “10.”

“What were you doing during the time you promised to be home by?” You could tell he was getting more nervous. He looked at you, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his that you’ve learned he had. “I was…practicing.”

You snapped, your seemingly calm facade fading even though Jimin already knew you were steaming. “Again?!” He flinched at your loudness. “Why were you practice when you promised me you’d be home for dinner? The dinner you said you’d make it back in time for?”

“(Y/N), l-let me explain okay? I was just practice and,” His words drifted off as if he didn’t want to tell you. “And?” You huffed, arms around your hips, weight on your right leg. You were impatient. The faster he spits it out the faster it’s over.

“I just lost track of time, o-okay?” He sighed, raking his hand through his locks. “Jimin,” He hesitantly looked up, scared of what you were going to say.

“When was the last time we had a date?” You croaked, tried of his excuses. You knew he didn’t know the answer, that’s because you didn’t either. That’s know long it’s been. Your last date together could’ve been 8 months ago, who knows? “I….I don’t know.”

You bit your lip. You hated what you were going to say but it had to be done. You could handle the loneliness and neglect of your relationship anymore. Rather you, it was your heart that couldn’t handle another crack. “I’m sorry,” Jimin’s head shot up, eyes widened in alarm. “Look, I don’t think this is going to wor-”

“Y-You’re not serious right?” He stuttered, hoping it was some lame prank and that you were doing this just to scare him. “Right?” He repeated, urging, pleading you with his eyes to say it was all a joke, that you weren’t serious, that you weren’t going to give up on your neglected relationship.

“I’m…not.” You looked away, not wanting to see the look on his face. “I think it’s best if we broke things off.” Looking up back at your boyfriend, now technically ex, instantly regretting your decision. His eyes were glossed, bottom lip quivering. “You’re always busy with practice and touring and I’m always waiting here at home for you. I can’t do that anymore, my heart can’t handle anymore pain.”

“(Y/N)”

“It’ll be less stressful if you didn’t have to think about me during practice. You’re an idol Jimin,” You forced out a smile. “You’re always going to be busy, and if not busy then tired. Just forget about me, alright? Focus on your career without me.”

Giving Jimin a small smile, you lowered your head and walked by him, stopping by your room to bring out your already packed suitcase. “I was never okay Jimin.” And with that and the click of the door’s lock, you walked out of his life, fast enough to not show your tears but slow enough to catch a glimpse of his.

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Yes I am working on MAHR. But I’m only posting on Patreon until it’s completed.

The panel of the bakery is a trace btw.

Life update: It’s been hard keeping up with Tumblr/Twitter/Patreon this past month. I don’t get time off for Christmas or new years, but around this time people want to catch up, and work hours get shifted around. The process goes right into January. 

That aspect has settled down, but the neighbour wants to fix the fence between our properties. As per etiquette we pay half the cost. The cost ended up blowing out upon realising there’s a retaining wall to be fixed before hand. 

By the time it gets done I’ll be a little over $3k poorer.

World events are depressing me, but I’ve been queuing political content because it’d be a waste of my voice to not mention it ever. I probably need to queue more fandom stuff in between. But like I said, it’s been hard keeping up with tumblr.

Anyhow I hope you’re all well. Or as well as you can be given the circumstances. 

Seeing people in the Super Best Friends comments trying to defend Omikron because “muh lore! muh worldbuilding! games weren’t doing this at the time!” is great when you remember that in the year Omikron came out, Daggerfall was three years old (with Morrowind just three years off), Planescape: Torment was like a month away, and the Ultima series that had been running since the 80s ended.

Which means that at the time you could play ten games that had more interesting developed worlds and better stories than Omikron, and had the notable advantage of not playing like Omikron.

Internet Fiend

Originally posted by 94ten

You’re my neighbor and you are stealing my WiFi to watch porn and can you not. AU

Very Small Angst, humor and Fluff????

Word count: 3,427 Words ; 18,770 CHARS

A/N~ Lol, I have been posting a lot of NCT U scenarios but it is time to get this blog moving. Based on the AU above and please forgive me for any miss information on hacking and computer lang, spare me. Honestly, near the end, I had no idea what happened. 

The more you know: I actually wanna major in Computer Science, Weird, right?

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The door unlocked with the twist of your key and you struggled into the apartment, hands full of mail.

You had finally done it.

You moved out from under your parents care and into the adult world of independence. It had only been the end of the second month but you hadn’t looked back since. Your mom told you it was going to be hard and if you needed money, you could always go to her, but you refused.

Sure you were working at a crappy job with tedious hours but it put bread on the table so you couldn’t complain.

You kicked your shoes off before sitting the mail down on the two seat table which was ‘donated’ to you by your parents as a housewarming gift. Sadly, most of the things in your apartment were bought by your parents because at the time you decided to jump, you were still low on funds. Nonetheless, you felt like this was best decision you ever made.

No siblings

No parents

No curfew

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Savages (11)

Bucky&Steve x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, stress, threesome(s), graphic male-female and male-male sexual acts, smut.

(Fluffy)

Originally posted by natpekis

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Summary: As a high-end fashion designer you’re living an extensively comfortable life. When your relationship of six years ends, you’re not too happy to see your newly-ex on the arm of another woman directly after; which is part of the reason you don’t mind running in to two men, who seem to have some exciting plans with you. Those exciting plans turn very serious, very quickly, when the world finds out about your love-triangle. 

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Kendrick Lamar started the day by sharing the above photo and ended it by blessing the world with a new single, “The Heart Part 4.” Lamar calls himself a savior plus calls out Donald Trump and Jay-Z. He also calls out white and black people in his latest single that is almost 5 minutes long. The song has a beginning, middle and end and is classic Lamar. He also warns to get your shit together by April 7th. Could his fourth album be released in less than a month?? Kendrick is gonna have hip hop fans saying Drake who? This latest single continues to solidify Lamar’s status as the greatest rapper of this generation. What do you think of Kendricks’s new song?

it’s been over a year since you said you needed a break. some space is what you called it. to figure things out. those words shattered my world and my heart. i hoped you would come back in a couple of weeks and we would be us again, but that’s not what happened. you figured out that i wasn’t what you wanted. you need someone new, someone different, and someone who wasn’t me. it hurt. i cried and cried for weeks on end. i sent you texts i admittedly would regret after the hangovers wore off. and even though i could feel you slipping away, some part of me was still holding on to the hope that you just needed a couple of weeks. the weeks turned into months and then suddenly you had found that someone new. but i had too. and i can still remember the way my chest felt like it was going to collapse in on my heart when i got your text that day. i was sitting in chemistry when i read those words. “we’re over. im not coming back.” my heart shattered into a million pieces. i knew it must have been hard on you too, but in that moment, it felt like i was the only one in grieving. now here we are, almost exactly one year after you needed that space. we’re both happy, with the new people in our lives. they are who we were meant to be with. it was all what needed to happen. but i still get a pain in my chest when i see you’re name on my timeline or your contact pop up when i try to call someone else. time doesn’t heal. there’s not enough time in the world to heal the scars i have from you. but i’m glad you left them.

-the one you used to love

It’s the end of my shift, rain pouring and drowning the stones outside. A woman comes up to the counter just as I’m about to leave for the night.

Four water bottles and her purse on the counter. Nothing unusual. She leans forward, her expensive yet lovely perfume wafting over to me. “Want to see something cool?” She whispers.

Expecting drugs, I nod.

She opens her purse. Out pops an eight week month old KING CHARLES SPANIEL PUPPY WITH THE WORLDS SOFTEST FUR

Newt Imagine:

Summary: Modern!AU Newt has been insisting on visiting the muggle world, so Y/N invites him to stay over on the holidays. He developed a particular taste for photography, and ends up filling your SD card with pictures.

(gif not mine)

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A Picture: 

 When you arrived to Platform 9 ¾, you and Newt walked out of the train, as you looked for your parents. You hadn’t told them yet, you invited over your friend Newt. He had been begging you to take him to meet the muggle world, and decided to take him with you for a month to Devon, where you lived with your parents. 

 When you found them, Newt and you walked towards them. You quickly hugged them both, as they told you how much they missed you. Then, they proceeded to greet Newt, since they always saw him when you left and arrived from Hogwarts and you mentioned him pretty much in every letter you sent them. 

 "Mum, do you think Newt can stay with us for a few weeks? He wants to see how we live, and has been crying about it for a long time now…“ You giggled awkwardly, as Newt chuckled. 

 "I haven’t been crying about it!” Newt laughed. “You made me sound like a cry baby!" 

 "Sure, honey. Newt can stay with us” your dad said. “I just hope you don’t mind sleeping on one of the couches”

 "Don’t worry, the couches are so comfy, I’m always falling asleep while watching movies" You assured him, as he smiled at you.

 "Y/N you fall asleep everywhere" he joked, making you laugh.

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 Once home, you gave Newt a small tour around the house. You saved your room for the end, wanting to show him one of the things you liked and missed the most from the muggle world. You once told him how muggle pictures didn’t move, which he found fascinating. You told him you liked taking pictures of things and people. 

 When it was time to see your room, you let Newt walk first, and take a look around. You heard him mutter in fascination. You walked inside your room, and found him staring at the wall you had all covered in pictures. Pictures you took when you were home. Of all sorts. You had your parents, your neighbours, their pets, things.

 You grabbed your camera from a small desk you had in your room, turning it on and taking a picture of Newt while he wasn’t noticing. The camera clicked, catching his attention. He looked at you, and blushed. 

 "Hey" he said, as you took another picture of him. “Are you taking pictures of me?” He smiled shyly, looking away.

 "Probably" you laughed gently and gave him the camera.

 The next week you spent teaching him what you knew about photography, gave him a few tips. Newt soon became as absorbed as you were. He practically took over your camera and took pictures of everything he saw. By the third week he was there, he had used up all of your memory. 

Your SD card was small, but for the time you were home, it had enough space for the summer or the Christmas holidays. But apparently 8 GB weren’t enough for Newt. 

 After spending an entire weekend choosing which fotos he wanted to print and keep, you got them printed and let him keep them. There was a picture in particular of you. You two were at the park, and you were laughing. You never seemed so happy in a picture before. Even though Newt loved the picture, he gave it to you. Just like the first pictures you took of him, you gave him one and pasted the other one on your wall. 

 After you printed the pictures, and deleted everything else, you had your SD card as good as new.

 That night,my our parents went out to have dinner with some friends, and left you and Newt at home.

 You were in your room, watching movies in your lap top. Newt was busy looking attentively at each and every picture on your wall. You on the other hand sat on the floor, in front of your lap top. 

 He looked so absorbed, his green eyes fixed on the wall, his mouth slightly open, and his messy hair falling softly on his forehead. You grabbed you camera and took a picture of him. He heard the click and looked at you. 

“What?” You giggled.

 "What she asks" Newt chuckled and sat on the floor next to you. 

 "What? I think you’re photogenic" you shrugged taking another picture of him, as he shyly looked down, letting his hair cover his face. 

 "What is that supposed to mean?“ He giggled.

 "That means that you look good in pictures. The three or four pictures I have of you, you look really good. 

 "So, you think I look good in pictures, is that what you’re saying?” He laughed, looking at you and trying to take your camera as you stretched your arm away from him. 

 "Yes, I do" you laughed, noticing how he was blushing lightly. “I think you’re good looking, but you suck at flirting and that’s why you haven’t found yourself a girlfriend”

 "Whoa, thanks friend" he said faking indignation. “Thank you for your honesty”

 "That’s what friends do" you laughed as Newt kept trying to take your camera.

 You managed to point your camera at Newt and clicked the button, taking another picture of him. 

 "I think" he said, tickling you, as you began laughing, hesitantly moving your arms close to you, in an attempt to protect yourself. “I think you’re blind” he said, as he kept tickling you.

 You fell on the floor, laughing as Newt finally got a hold of your camera, and took a picture of you. You sat back and tried to take your camera back, but Newt stretched his arm. 

 "Oh, don’t be like that" you chuckled “I really think you’re attractive. If you let me take a picture of you, you might be able to see it" 

 "And I really think you need glasses” he joked giving your camera back. 

 You took a few shots of him, as he blushed bright red, with the shyest of smiles, and his eyes shut. After a few pictures, you waited for him to open his eyes and take another one. He laughed, covering his face with his hoodie.

 "This is so awkward" he laughed.

 "Come on, let me see your eyes! I love your eyes!“ You said, as he reluctantly took,off his hoodie and looked at you. 

You took a close shot of his eyes, and looked at the pictures. You leaned against your bed, as Newt snuggled next to you so he could see the pictures too. 

 "You have really beautiful eyes” you muttered, as the small screen in the camera showed the pictures of his green eyes with his light brown eyebrows and several freckles all around them. 

 The next pictures, he was smiling shyly, feeling awkward. You found him terribly adorable in those pictures. And finally, the picture you took of him while he was staring at your other pictures. The weak light from the lamp lighting one side of his face, made his cheekbones and jawline look much more pointy and sharp. His eyes looked crustal clear, and his hair seemed to be lighter on the contour of his hair. 

 "This is a great picture" you whispered. 

 "I still think you have a serious problem in your silly head" he said poking the back of your head. You looked at him with a sarcastic stare, as he laughed. He giggled and looked away bashfully. After a few seconds, he looked back at you, and stared into your eyes. He leaned his forehead against yours. Without a previous warning, he began tickling you, as you laughed loudly, falling on the floor. He sat on top of you, with his legs on your sides as he kept tickling you, while you begged him to stop. 

 "Okay, I’ll stop" he giggled, resting his hands in the floor. “But answer me this, because I’m really eager to know” he said, still sitting on top of you. “Why do you think I’m good looking?" 

 "Well…” You began. “Besides the fact that you have really beautiful eyes, I like the shape of your nose, and your cheekbones. I think your jawline is on point. And I, just a really big fan of freckles, and you happen to have more freckles than anything else…” You shrugged. He moved away, and sat on the floor, thoughtfully. “Why?” You asked sitting next to him. 

 "Is just that…“ He was avoiding your stare, and grabbed your camera, looking at his pictures. "No one ever told me that before, that’s all” he said. 

 His eyes remained fixed on the camera, but he was well aware that you were staring at him. You felt bad for asking, you didn’t want to make him feel bad or something. You stared at him, noticing every single detail on his face, and stretched your hand towards his chin. 

 "Newt, look at me" you purred gently. 

 His green eyes finally met yours, as you kept scanning every inch of his face, focusing on his thick pale lips. Without thinking what you were doing, you leaned forward, pecking him gently. 

Newt looked at you, confused, but he didn’t take long to realise what was happening. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. You kissed him back almost instantly, as the two of you awkwardly locked kiss, trying to figure out how to sync with the other.

And after a few seconds, you found out how to do so. Newt broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. 

 "There’s definitely something wrong with you" he whispered before he leaned forward, kissing you again.

Poker Face

Originally posted by goimagineanything

1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “I think the world is ending…I may have to crash here tonight.“

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @babypieandwhiskey


“Hey sweetheart.” Dean says answering your call.

“Guess what we’re doing tonight?”

“Uh…I was gonna play poker with the guys.”

“Not anymore.” You chuckle.

“Oh jeez…do I wanna know?”

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DAY 3199

Ananda, Rishikesh    Dec-Jan 31/1, 2016-2017    Sat/Sun 1:16 am



Birthday - EF - Santosh Mishra , Goga Gehad  

Sunday, January 1, 2017

birthday greetings to our dear Ef Santosh and Goga .. love from us all and wishes for the new year ..




Who .. who, decided that at the hour that strikes 12, on the month of December end, the next day would change the entire year .. who ..? and who thought that as the year changes the celebration moods to change to .. to parties and celebration and fun times and wild revelry .. who … just who .. ?

For whoever it be or was, designed the world over that single moment when we wait to connect with loved ones - children, dear friends, relatives colleagues .. all .. and moments of great passion and love and wishes pour out in great abundance ..

We have done that too .. and lie back in consolation, despite the cerebral connectivity that begins to give mobile company’s the essence of massive fee collection over the last week of the month .. so celebrate and win and laugh and enjoy those moments .. for they come loaded with expectation of the days to follow, to be worth the effort taken and worthy of all that was desired ..  

HAPPY NEW YEAR for 2017 .. they all say .. which is kind and thoughtful .. and in the same breath I do wish my Ef and the winners of our love and gratitude, the best there is to offer in this 2017 .. !!




We look back at this time of the year .. on events gone by .. on happenings and non happenings .. on wishes of proof and wishes of its non proof .. but why ..?

Reminiscing all that may have passed is passed indeed .. time is to allow that to simmer, if at all it does,  and to be sufficiently satisfied .. which is a misnomer here .. for satisfaction is never complete .. challenges are never forgiven or forgotten .. and so may the temperament of this 2017 drive us into the ultimate horizon of achievement .. and love ..


As you sit in quiet company among what appears to be .. we think of the many such days on the 31st night to welcome the 1st morning .. and so many visuals pass by, hound us and deliver us into a state as though it may have just occurred .. that is rewarding .. soon our faculties shall fail and we shall be dependent on what the next day holds, rather than what the past days held for us .. unless of course you wish to stay with them .. please do .. nothing wrong .. but at times it disturbs or scathes sudden forms of unwanted imagery .. and that could well be avoided .. 


rest well dear ones … another 365 throws itself in its nakedness before us .. how we shall bathe dry dress and adorn it is what shall be our moto .. till of course 2018 .. which as we all know is still some time away ..

Amitabh Bachchan

If we’re here to talk about the people we love the most, my first thought came to you. You came into my life in a very short period of time. You blew me away by everything we had in common. From clothes to bands to ideas and outlooks on the world. We clicked right away. I knew that no matter what you were to me, I was definitely gonna be fond of you. When we got closer i was the happiest guy out there. One night you told me about a person you had a crush on but you knew that they liked someone else. I felt that same way about you but i didn’t let it show. Eventually I did end up telling you that night and you told me you felt the same. I was taken by surprise and that’s how it all started. Two months went by and I was the happiest I had ever been. A few weeks after that I was in a rough spot. Sad. Depressed. You tried to help as much as possible. We hung out the night of my homecoming. You seemed distant. Wouldn’t hold my hand. Kiss me. Barely even talk to me. I asked what was wrong and you told me you wanted a break. I resisted at first but then accepted it and agreed. A week and a half past by and nothing got better. I started therapy in hopes to save our relationship. It didn’t work. We ended up breaking up and my heart shattered. We still talked for a few months after that until we fought and you told me you never loved me. We haven’t talked in over a month and I miss you like crazy. I love you so much still and I don’t want to.

I’ve been working on this remix for the past month or so. I’m really proud of it and it would mean a lot to me if you guys checked it out. I’ll have a youtube link up soon because soundcloud might take it down because they hate unlicensed remixes. Thank you for listening, my next big project is under way as we speak. The grind never ends.

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The Chronological Superman 1961:

The incredibly loose framework of the Bizarro World stories (such as this one from Adventure Comics vol.1 No.290) meant that more than reason was thrown out of the window. Daffy characters and conflicts troubled the equally-daffy homeworld every month with little rhyme nor reason, albeit with great energy and enthusiasm. 

Above, for instance, some forgotten characters whose existence and end were never fully examined: Bizarro-Hipster No.1 (he was into it before anyone else, as evidenced by his number), Weep-And-Wail Bizarro Lois and the Bizarro Cool Cat Combo create alarming jazz numbers and tone poetry into order to celebrate the appearance of genocidal blue Kryptonite monsters, dedicated to destroying Bizarro World.

Who are the Blue Kryptonite creatures? Where did they come from? What do they want? Where did they go? Why do they have brain heads and weird veiny bodies? And where have all the Beatnik Bizarros gone? Wouldn’t Beatnik Bizarros actually be squares? What’s going on here? I have no idea, and I guess it isn’t terribly important in the grand scheme of things. 

Squeedleeyah — voom!!

I originally was just down with WoW maybe 3 months into Warlords (I played hardcore in vanilla and a little in BC, on and off since then) I originally had no plans to get Legion, I was convinced the Demon Hunters were 8 years to late too.

But I have a coworker I ended up befriending who is extremely into WoW and when he found out I was a vet he begged me to play with him (even tho I had many max level characters and he had a like level 70). So I did, and I got the pre-purchase when Demon Hunters first came out.

I took back everything bad I said about it. And so far I love it, I love my demon hunter, she’s the first character in a long time I actually enjoy DPS on, and I love tanking too, I can’t wait to get my friend to 110 to be my healer so we can start face rolling mythics :)

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The first friend I ever made on YouTube, @webcomicrelief has reworked his Patreon and is pushing forward to try and go full-time. His work is excellent and I was a viewer of his before I even created Night Mind. 

Riiser is the only webcomic reviewer and coverage channel I know about on YouTube and is every bit my equal in championing independent creators and unsung heroes of internet storytelling. One of my greatest joys during the first month of finding his channel way back was playing a marathon of all his videos. He’s good enough for it–you may really end up watching video after video, being entertained and educated for hours with a guy who feels like a friend, even if he’s halfway across the world.

Check out some of his videos, and if you like it, toss him a dollar a month–you’ll be setting him free to do what he does best, just like you did for me with my Patreon.