and he wonders if he might be dreaming

You might be weary. You might be tired of seeing everyone succeed and get the answers to their prayers while you wait. You might be frustrated watching other people make it when you know that they are doing it for the wrong reasons. Another day, another month, another year, and even though you might not utter the words aloud, you start to wonder if God even cares about any of the things that are your heart lately.

But when you have those feelings in your heart and when you start to feel as if the desires of your heart are nothing but fleeting dreams, hold tight to this:

Take delight in the Lord,
and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the Lord;
trust in him and he will do this:
He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn,
your vindication like the noonday sun.
do not fret when people succeed in their ways,
when they carry out their wicked schemes…
those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.
-Ps. 37:4-9 (NIV)

This passage of scripture doesn’t mean that everything will turn just the way you expect it to. This doesn’t mean that when you take delight in the Lord, all of your earthly desires will begin to manifest and all of your enemies and foes will start to fail one by one. What it means is that taking delight in the Lord, He will provide above and beyond your expectations. He will give you more than you could ever ask. When you trust and obey Him and don’t let the weariness and worry rule your life, your life will begin to change.

It’s hard to watch people around us achieve success and we are not. It’s hard to end another year having not reached the goals you set out to reach in January. It’s hard to have another birthday and all you can think about is how much older you’re getting and how much time you’re losing. But you know what’s even harder? Walking through all of that alone. It’s even harder to let that stuff get to your core and not take it to your Heavenly Father. So whatever season you’re in, take delight in Him. Take delight in the One who gives you everything you need and more.

Words by @morganhnichols for #qwcdevos



Summer wind blows in again
Sometimes we wonder where we lost it
My good intentions were your fateful weapons
Still I’ve yet to learn my lesson
Oh oh oh
Though i don’t need much for anything
But a shady tree and a couple pours of whisky
To write my songs of love and life and loss
And just a few about you
So if you’ll hear me out

Stay with me we might never have to leave
You’re my southern king
We’re living for the day dreams
So don’t you laugh
He’s a good good man there’s something’s
he just wont understand

You know my old man is out of town for a couple days
I think that you should
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

So come on down i will show you how
Us mid-west boys like to party
So grab a beer and get over here
Summer straw and air don’t wait another year

Stay with me we might never have to leave
You’re my southern king
We’re living for the day dreams
So don’t get mad
Whats past is in the past
We can make this last if you just give me that chance

So when my old man is out of town for a couple days
Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Stay with me, all summer
Stay with me, under the covers
Stay with me, be my lover

Jughead’s hat, a one-shot

Summary : He would wear his crown-shaped beanie anywhere and anytime. “Why ?” Betty wondered. “It’s a long story.” Jughead began. 

Number of words : 580

taglist : @riverdalexoxo @under-dah-sea @forever604

@juggiexbets hey ! You had the request on your blog and I thought you might like to know that I finally wrote the fic :3 

It would be their first night together. They didn’t plan on loosing their virginity of course, but sleeping one against the other, her head on his chest as he caressed her arm, it was a dream finally coming true for Betty and Jughead that were together for eight months now. 

They were watching movies with popcorn on Betty’s bed, chuckling, talking and simply being happy. It was the first time Alice had allowed Jughead to be in her daughter’s room and, even though the boy had been sneaking in multiple times, it felt different, it felt good.

“Hey, it’s already close to midnight” Betty said as she looked at the time on her clock. “I’ll go change in my pajamas.” 

As the girl tried to get out of the bed, she felt two strong arms bringing her back and lips being on hers, passionately kissing her. 

Betty moaned as she felt a hand in her hair, softly playing in it. She put her hand on her boyfriend’s hair too, making the beanie that was on it fall.

“Betty–stop..” the blonde haired girl heard. 

Taking a step back to look at Jughead, she asked, confused “What is it Jug?”

The boy seemed embarrassed. He looked at his beanie, and then at his girlfriend, and softly whispered “This beanie is there on purpose..”

“Why ?” 

“It’s a long story” Jughead began, unable to look at Betty directly. 

The girl then saw a big scar on the top of her boyfriend’s head, and gasped. 

“What–what happened ?” 

Jughead took a deep breath. “I was 7 years old. My father would be drunk almost all the time, and my mother would be trying to take care of me and my sister the best she could. Once, Jellybean, who was only two years old back then, found a secret place in our wardrobe where dad would be hiding drugs that he was dealing with the serpents..”

Seeing how upset her boyfriend was, Betty put her hand on his cheek, letting him calm down. She already knew the shady past of Jughead’s father, but he never talked about his mother or his sister. 

“My mother saw it, and got really mad.” the boy said. “My dad got mad too and blamed my sister for I don’t know what, and he tried to hit her. I was there, watching the scene with my toys, and I just got up as fast as I could to protect Jell. I got the punch right on my forehead and fell against a table made of glass. My head was sliced opened and my parents brought me to the hospital… A few hours later I was fine, Jellybean had forgotten and my parents reconciled, but I had a big scar on my head and I was afraid the kids would laugh at me.”

“So, your mother made this beanie for you ?” Betty said, finishing his sentence.

Jughead nodded as tears ran down his face. 

“Oh, Juggie” the girl said. “You are the most beautiful, funny, smart and sweet guy I know. You’ve been through so much and I admire you for what you’ve done..” 

Betty leaned on to kiss Jughead again, putting her hand in his hair as she felt the scar hiding under his dark hair. She didn’t give it much thought though, it didn’t make him uglier, it made him even stronger, even more beautiful. 

This friday night was everything the dark haired boy could have wished for..

eyeloch  asked:

thinking about your latest part of the chancellor Kenobi fics, I wonder when the last time Anakin went to Obi-Wan for comfort in the middle of the night was? I can't help but wonder if Palpatine was trying to discourage Anakin from seeking emotional comfort from Obi-Wan as soon as he found out about it?

Anakin wakes from nightmares tinted red. The darkness of his bedroom seems oppressive, and no matter how many times he blinks red seems to seep into the edges of his vision.

He shakes his head. His stomach feels cold.

He can’t remember the actual dream. It was just… sensations. Anger, fear… He felt betrayed. There might have been fires and blood, but he’s not sure.

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‘I love humanity,’ he said, ‘but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular. In my dreams,’ he said, ‘I have often come to making enthusiastic schemes for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually have faced crucifixion if it has been suddenly necessary; and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone for two days together, as I know by experience. As soon as anyone is near me, his personality disturbs my self-complacency and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he’s too long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to my. But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.’
—  Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

anonymous asked:

I think I might be in love, this guy is so unreal! He has the most enchanting eyes and he reminds me of a thick forest w soft green canopies and so much wonder and natural goodness. He makes me feel so calm and so certain that my future will be good as long as he's in it. Every single tender word that comes from his lips feels like an assuring kiss on my forehead and I dream of being able to wake up and see him there w me. Something about him feels so celestial, to know he feels the same is !!!

Wow that’s amazing! I really hope things work out for you both 💞

BTS: You say their name in your sleep

J-Hope: J-Hope would probably laugh a bit about it, wondering what it is that you’re dreaming about.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Jimin: Jimin would roughly do the same thing as what J-Hope does, even if he did laugh louder than J-Hope.

Originally posted by booptae

Jin: Jin might worry a bit, unsure if you’re having a bad dream or not. Naturally, being BTS’s mom, he might wake you up to make sure.

Originally posted by synthbin

Jungkook: Jungkook would most likely be really confused about why you said his name, but wouldn’t tell you when you woke up. He’d act like everything was normal.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Rap Mon: He would probably sit and ponder life pay attention to how you said his name and wonder what you’re dreaming about until you wake up. Once you’re up he’d tell you what happened.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Suga: Yoongi’s gonna be asleep when it happens. Seriously. There is no way he would be awake. We all know it.

Originally posted by minsnuggles

V: V would probably laugh quietly when it happens, and think about it a lot because when you said his name in your sleep. It would be like you think about him when even while sleeping, so he’d really enjoy it.

Originally posted by taevhyung

Snow: Overwatch x Reader pt. 1

Playing with a minor modern au here, split the cast into equal groups of two this time. I’ve got work in a few hours so part 2 will either be up when I get home or some time tomorrow because I’m off. Afterwards, I’ve got a request to do a date edition where I melt your hearts with fluffy stuff, I’m working on a Hanzo x Reader and a separate McCree x Reader, and then I might go and make some of the “readers” from my Thunderstorm fics into characters.

• He wakes you up in the morning by beatboxing in your ear, and once your eyes open he thrust the curtains apart and shows off the glittering landscape of white snow.
• His smile is so bright, you wonder if you’re still dreaming somehow but he pulls the window open and grabs a handful of snow, blowing it into the room with a whoop of laughter.
• He wants snowmen and snowwomen and whatever else, he wants snow angels and ice forts, the works. You have to show him the ropes, he says, you promised.
• With a groan and smile, you push him out the room to get dressed and as you’re not eager to get sick, you make sure to bundle up.
• Lucio has a good idea of what to wear but you grab a green toque and scarf just in case.
• Most of the morning is spent building a massive snow fort on the front lawn, one build enough to rival Reinhardt’s castle from across the street. Then you engage in snow warfare, enlisting Hana and Lena help when Reinhardt brings out Jack and Gabriel.
• The road between your two houses is white with snowball splatter. Lucio’s adorable nose is shiny and red. You all break for lunch, warming him up with soup before you spring the next surprise: sledding.

• Reinhardt loves snow, really. Before you even wake up, he’s already built a dozen or so snow people that are scattered all over the yard. But it’s so much more than that! Tiny snow dragons with fierce snarling mouths, grotesque trolls, and ornate castles, delicate figures carved from ice.
• He’s both proud and bashful at your admiration of his work, but now you want your own castle so you two spend the day crafting a formidable fortress of ice. Everyone in the neighbourhood is super jealous because Reinhardt is physically capable of lifting large blocks of ice.
• Afterwards you both take hot showers and pull together to bake cookies, cuddling under some blankets and watching passerby’s gape at your masterpiece.
• Play gets decorated for Christmas, he puts you on his shoulders so you can get the star on the huge ass tree he picked out.
• King of Christmas sweaters, dude.
• The ice castle gets bigger and bigger throughout the winter, the neighbour kids fight over it constantly so you and Reinhardt have to supervise. A lot.
• The Queen (Ana) knights you and Reinhardt as caretakers of the castle so there is no confusion. Fareeha is the princess, Reaper is the dragon, and 76 moonlights as a knight when he isn’t feeling cranky.

• Winter is hibernation for Reaper, but he’s also extra cuddly. You wake up with his beard rubbing up against your back and his arms snaking around your waist.
• Snowballs fights are intense though. While it takes you maybe ten seconds to form your snowball, he gets five done. He doesn’t completely go to town on you thought, but by the end of a fight your hair is dripping wet.
• He is totally that person that puts rocks in their snowballs when battling rivals. There is a reason Jack always wears a mask.
• Did I mention Reaper is super cuddly? Because that’s all he wants to do, seriously. Savour this moment.
• As much as he detests the cold, hearing you giggle and laugh while throwing snowballs at him is something he always remembers in tough times away from you.
• He makes a mean hot chocolate, there are tons of marshmallows.
• Really likes watching the stop-motion Christmas movies with Rudolph.

Soldier 76
• He is such a dad.
• Type of person to shovel everyone’s sidewalk, ready to break out the ice melt for the really icy bits, and he shovels the road when the snow crews are “too slow”.
• You help by sweeping up after him, you’re very proficient with a snow blower.
• You guys compete with Reaper in who has the best shovelled sidewalk.
• 76 is a Christmas freak, really. He has had your present picked out since July. He is literally so good at picking gifts people wonder if he’s physic.
• He knits ugly Christmas sweaters and sells them, donates the money to children’s charity. Reinhardt always gets copies. Reaper totally has some too, but don’t tell anyone.
• The cold helps Jack relax a bit more so the two of you tend to spend more time in time just staring into each others eyes.

• What a mom.
• She’s always making sure your bundled up well, and that you’ve got a thermos with soup of hot chocolate.
• You handle the brunt of yard work and Mercy encourages you with kisses.
• She has a collection of snow globes that she breaks out when winter hits, a lot are part musical box so you play them a lot.
• You too dance to a lot of Christmas songs, Mercy’s not the best dancer so she keeps her feet on top of yours.
• She was probably a field medic during the war, and what she’s seen has probably kept her up at night, so she works as a nurse at the children’s hospital. You bring in books for the two of you to read for the children. You make all the funny voices while she’s the narrator (You totally get Reinhardt to come in as Santa Claus if Torbjorn can’t make it).
• You guys do a lot of crafts as well when the weather gets really bad, your Christmas tree if full of homemade ornaments.

• Roadhog makes the best snow people, and he also takes great pleasure in destroying other peoples snow people.
• Has the cutest collection of Christmas sweaters, doesn’t care how embarrassing they look because you think he looks adorable.
• You guys go sledding a lot and he picks snowball fights with anyone willing to take him on. Mostly Junkrat though.
• Roadhog doesn’t necessarily enjoy winter, but he likes that you can throw what it produces.
• You catch him lying in the backyard when its snowing, mask off, and mouth wide open so he can eat the snow flakes. His face is speckled with snowflakes, his cheeks red, and you snap a picture only for him to drag you onto his stomach.
• It’s quiet and the two of you make the weirdest snow angel ever, but Roadhog loves it.
• You guys are the weird people that find theme parks and ride the Ferris wheel in the cold when no one else will, he sits you on his lap so your bum doesn’t freeze.

• When the snow falls, you and Winston gather the icy snow and pour maple syrup over it and then eat it. It’s a French thing Widowmaker let slip and Winston is all over it. Apparently its called maple taffy. Try it, it’s great. You have to heat up and syrup and drip it over the snow, let it freeze and then enjoy!
• Remember that one scene in Frosty the Snowman where the kid uses Winston as a sled? Yeah, Winston wants to try that. The snow gets in his shirt but he’s never moved that fast and listening to you scream and laugh makes his heart race.
• You guys have the best Christmas lights display because Athena is pretty much a huge leg up. You don’t know why your electricity bill isn’t higher, but you honestly don’t care.
• The amount of peanut butter related recipes Winston’s been hoarding is ludicrous and you two attempt making all of it for Christmas dinner for everyone else. Winston measures everything correctly, and everything turns out great even if you don’t bake often.
• Because everything is so quiet and still, it reminds Winston of the moon a lot so he gets a little melancholy but having you here with him makes everything better. When Christmas dinner comes around, you leave a plate setting open for Dr. Harold.
• When it’s really cold, you break out all the puzzle books and colouring books you can find and the two of you see if you can complete them all before spring.
• While Winston doesn’t have a crazy collection of Christmas sweaters, all of his are super warm and you totally just wear those when the to of you are home alone. He thinks you need to be some pants on.

• She likes throwing you into snowdrifts.
• She also enjoys wrapping you up in layers whenever you guys go on long walk in to snow. She thinks your red nose is just too cute.
• Having Zarya on your team in a snowball is great, the snowballs are the size of your head and she throws them like a shot put.
• If you’re walking home and notice large snowdrifts on either side of the walkway, she’s waiting to ambush you. She likes nothing more than to tackle you into the snow and nuzzle your face because you make each other warm.
• If there’s a lake nearby, she participates in that activity where you jump nearly naked into the freezing water.
• She’s probably wrestled a polar bear, and she’s totally owns an Alaskan Malamute or one of those big Norwegian breeds.
• Vodka tastes really good cold; she keeps bottles out in the snow. People have tried getting at them. They haven’t.

• He knows you can’t set snow on fire but he still tries.
• Roasting marshmallows in the backyard, in the fire pit, makes him super giddy. He has stockpiles wood all year for these moments.
• Because everything goes to sleep in the winter, he likes setting fireworks off to keep things interesting.
• He has shoved snow down your shirt just so you can retaliate by throwing snow in his face. You prank each other like this all the time until Roadhog squashes you into a snowdrift.
• You and him work as Christmas elves and give toys to the less fortunate – he and Roadhog may or may not have threatened large companies to be more giving.
• You guys get a team together to play against Lucio at the local hockey rink, if you can’t skate Junkrat loops an arm around one of your and pulls you along with him. He won’t body check people until you can skate on your own, that what he says but even when you get better, he sticks close to you.
• When winter winds down, he commemorates this occasion by building a snowman and blowing it up.

• She enjoys midnight walks through the city with you, her hand closed around yours and her face carefully hidden with a thick scarf. She gorgeous even when bundled up.
• Spending time indoors in small cafes with warm cups of hot chocolate and just shooting the breeze is enough for her.
• You can her skating on the small patch of ice in the backyard and you take her out to the local rink. She skates circles around you, but she’s so bloody graceful you don’t care. She could’ve been an Olympic figure skater, she blushes and calls you ridiculous.
• That maple taffy stuff? She’s all over it. But she totally doesn’t have a sweet tooth, nope, definitely not.
• You two watch all those terrible Christmas chick flicks and laugh the entire time at how convoluted and stupid they are.
• You take warm baths together in the tub after a long day.
• If you’re feeling especially down, Amelie knows a really nice French bakery in the area that bakes things fresh every morning.
• Genji loves a good snowball fight, but only after Mercy’s outfitted him in new armour that can withstand the freezing temperature.
• You talk him playing “Snowball Ninja” with you – you toss snowballs at him and he has to cut it with his sword or tanto. He cannot hit the icicles you throw at him or else he loses points. He accepts, its fun for you and extra training for him!
• You were worried Genji would have trouble dealing with the cold but he’s super warm! Nothing like spending an afternoon cuddling with the cyborg but mind how often he releases his shoulder vents
• Because of his new body, eating is…difficult, but he can do small amounts. You’ve got a few recipes to try and you make smaller portions so you don’t tax what remains of his digestive system.
• Watching all the Christmas classics with him is so fun, Christmas is a little different in Japan and because he was part of the yakuza, he’s never seen these movies before. He’s got one hell of a soft spot for Rudolph.
• He’s great at skating too, so you guys play hockey whenever you get the chance, and he teaches you how to skate if you can’t.
• You and Genji ambush Hanzo plenty of times over the winter by pelting him with snowballs. It’s the most fun you ever had because Genji can’t stop laughing at Hanzo’s anger, and then you two have to book to safety before the dragons come out. Which is cheating, Handsoap.

I wonder if Beckendorf had lived, what kind of role model he might have been to Leo. Because I know we saw so little of Charles but what we did see was him putting the greater good above himself without hesitation and I can’t help but think having a brother like that might have impacted Leo in some way.

Intermezzo (1/?)

“I knew there was no coming back from what I’d done,” I said, wondering if the blue flame in the carver’s eyes might burn my ruined soul to ash.” - Chapter 18

Rhys wilted as soon as Feyre disappeared up the stairs for the evening. He poured himself an ample tumbler of amber liquid from a waiting decanter on the mantle and slumped into a chair by the fire. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he rested his elbows on his knees obscuring his face from his gathered court. In all honesty, he had forgotten they were still there.

Azriel caught Mor’s glance with shared look of concern, his jaw working as he sifted through the melodies the shadows sang to him. Each whisper steadily ratcheting the tension held in his shoulders. Cassian was awash with dynamic unease to her right, lacking the High Fae preternatural stillness at the best of times. He made as though make some sort of solicitous gesture. But Mor, never turning from the spymaster, placed a staying hand on the General’s wrist.

I would have put the dagger in my own heart at the end.

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anonymous asked:

A Johnny Bananas and Peta dwts partnership would be awesome too bad he would probably not ever do the show. Also still waiting for John Stamos to do the show and be Petas partner as well.

@elizabeth-lr and me would stan the shit out of a bananas/peta partnership. bonus points bc he reminds me soooo much of maks sometimes. i’m really wondering why they haven’t gotten someone from the MTV challenges. like i guess they might think they’re above that but i don’t really think so??? lol. i wonder if he would, i wonder which of them would actually. 

if john stamos ever actually does it and p doesn’t get him i will riot just because she names him everyyyy single time she’s asked ab dream partners, that would be soooo killer. he would run away with the competition ahahh

BigBang reacts to you moaning in your sleep (request)

Anonymus asked:

Can I get a request about Big Bang reacting to you moaning in your sleep?

Dear anon, thanks for your request! :) I hope you enjoy!


“I hope you’re dreaming about me.”, he’d murmur while wondering what your dream is about. Thinking about which dreams you might have would put some dirty images in his mind.


“Be careful what you dream about or else you’ll have to wash the dirty mind of yours.”, he’d joke, even if you can’t hear him. He might also be slightly turned on by the sounds you make.


“Jagi, is the real me not enough?” While stroking your sides lightly, he’d think about waking you up for a moment to maybe continue the dream you have. But then he’d decide to move this to the next morning.


“Omo, Jagi stop being like that.” Torn between embarassment and being turned on he’d wake you up to stop your moaning. Then he’d have trouble to explain to you, why he disturbed your sleep.


“Jagi, just tell me to fulfill your needs before.”, he’d say with a raspy voice. Sleep will end by then, since you two will be busy to do what you dreamt about in his opinion. Why dreaming about it, when you can do it?

Falling Asleep in the same bed


Falls asleep on his side facing you. He watches as your eyes twitch and wonders what you’re dreaming of. Depending on how far you are in the relationship he might have his arm around you, pulling you onto his plastron so he can feel your breath and warmth envelop him. He might stroke your hair until he falls asleep himself or count your heartbeats and wait until his matches.

His bed is the warm quiet and sea-shore calm that puts you at ease making your rest deep and relaxing. Falling into his bed is just one thing that melts your stress away.

I had a wonderful dream about Chris last night! He was happy and in a good place and he did his smirk when I saw him and he told me “It’s a pretty good deal here babygirl.” It might be superstitious of me but a big part of me feels like he was visiting me letting me know he’s okay.

anonymous asked:

i'm hoping that Barry broke up with Iris just so the musical episode would have something to "fix." there's widespread agreement that what he said made absolutely no sense. and i wonder if, knowing they HAD to be split for the musical ep, which has been planned for months, this might really have been contrived by the writers simply for this upcoming episode. if they reconcile, or even if Barry just changes his mind in this ep, we will know that was the case. dumb.

There’s a good chance that that convoluted conversation only took place so he and Kara would have something in common for the musical. Can’t have him in that dream world happily engaged. 

If I could talk to Amy right now, I’d say" he wants you baby girl, he might be a bonehead but he wants you Amy. I’m sure you’re the last thing he thinks about when he goes to sleep, I’m sure he dreams about you and when he wakes up he wonders if you had a good night. He smiles at the thought of waking up to you one day as his wife. Just hang in there, they say you have to go through the bad to get to the good.“

I did a thing...

It doesn’t happen the way he pictured it would.

Not that he ever really pictured it at all. It was more just wondering what it would be like, having her here with them. The quiet nights, standing outside downing a mason jar half full of half-assed moonshine. He doesn’t worry about going blind. He knows Maggie has seen him, probably heard him. Heard his quiet confessions to her memory. He can picture her sitting across from him, but all he can do is knock back the glass by himself and wonder what she might’ve said in return.

But, he has pictured it.

It happens some nights in his dreams.

It happens on the nights where the hospital doesn’t replay, again and again. It’s more gruesome and realistic than any nightmare he can recall.

It’s always the same.

Noise at the gates.

People yelling, him trying, not really understanding what’s happening.

But he watches Maggie.

Sees a flash of blond hair.

And Glenn.

A gray sweater.

And Rick.

Cowboy boots.

He runs to her in his dreams.

Each night, he hears the way his bow falls.

Feels the pavement rip his pants where they’ve worn thin at his knees.

Smells the woods on her clothes, in her hair.

Daryl can taste the tears on his lips when he wakes up alone.

He’s not even there when it happens.

There is no fanfare at the gates.

Maggie does cry when they hug, so do Glenn and Rick, so does she.

Rick answers the question in her eyes.

“He’s here, on a run, but he’s here.”

They feed her, she baptizes herself in the shower and falls asleep on the couch with everyone back in the same house they stayed in that first night.

For one reason or another he doesn’t go to Aaron’s after the run.

He’s tired, but the lights are on and it piques his curiosity.


The quiet hum of conversation from the kitchen stops at his voice.

Daryl takes a few steps into the house and turns to put his bow down against the wall, hears the quiet tap of it against the wall, when he sees someone on the couch.

“Daryl.” Rick is standing in the hallway, Maggie is on the other side of the living room, backlit by the warmth of the kitchen.

He takes a deep breath, the blond hair. He knows it’s Jessie… but there’s a braid and he forces down the lump in his throat.

“What’s everyone doing here?” He can see movement in the kitchen, hears someone moving around upstairs.

“Why’s Jessie…” Daryl motions to the figure stirring on the couch. The blanket moves, brown cowboy boots.

He’s mad at her for wearing them.

“Daryl, it’s not… that’s not Jessie.”

His eyes snap up to Rick, daring him. Daring him to do do this. To torture him. To point out the one weakness everyone knows he has.

“It’s not Jessie.”

He’s staring Rick dead in the eye, ignoring the movement on the couch.

“I don’t care who it ain’t.” His voice is a growl, the hurt shows more clearly when he’s tired.

She sits up and rubs at her eyes.  

He bites down on the inside of his lip until he can taste the coppery tang of his blood, forcing his head to stay where it is, his eyes trained on Rick.

The tension radiates off of him and fills the room.

Someone is standing at the foot of the stairs.

Rick nods, gesturing for him to turn, but all Daryl can do is blink his eyes and clench his fists. He can feel everyone looking at him.


It’s a raspy whisper of his name that knocks the wind out of him.

He squeezes his eyes shut, comparing the voice on the couch to the one in his memory.

He listens to the rustle of movement and then the soft steps making their way to him.

Daryl knows Rick and Maggie and whoever it is at the bottom of the stairs are all looking at him.

He knows if there is anyone else in the house they are probably watching him too.

His hair stands on end when she stops in front of him.

He’s sucking in air through his teeth and feels his heart thumping in his ears. The room would be spinning if he opened his eyes, but then…


Then her hand finds his and when her fingers lock around his the world locks into place and her name falls off of his lips with a heavy sob.


The carpet doesn’t tear through his thin pants.

She smells like the soap they all use.

Her thumb catches his tears before he can taste them.

anonymous asked:

I've been pathetically writing these bts one-shots (I need a life jeez) so I was wondering if you could do a long reaction where they stumbled across their s/o's writing pieces from years before they met? (Oh wow that sounds creepy, I'm really creepy okay bye sorry for the creepy request)

If they ever found this blog I’d die xP

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Seokjin would wonder how well you’d written them as characters in your stories before you’d met them, as not only would that show how good a writer you were by keeping personalities separate and consistent for multiple characters, but it also showed what a great judge of character you were. Plus, it would let him know if he was “everything you’d dreamed of,” which might be something he ended up teasing you about, but only because he loved it so much.

Yoongi really wanted to know why you chose to write about them; what was so special about them when there were plenty of other talented bands to choose from? He wasn’t really expecting much of an answer, knowing you would either shy away from the truth or just shrug away his question, but if you told him it was because he - or the group as a whole - had inspired or comforted you, he’d huff about you being cheesy but wouldn’t be able to fight his blush.

Hoseok would read aloud whatever you’d written while sitting in front of you, preferably with the other boys around. And the boys all found it hilarious, either because the story itself was funny or - more often than not - you’d portrayed one of the boys perfectly and they were now teasing said boy because of it, which led to a lot of laughing from you as well. Hoseok would get teased the most, as he was the one reading his own parts, which made it all the more funny.

Namjoon would tease you whenever he got the chance, but his teasing never really worked in his favor; occasionally, he would start quoting or recreating your old stories, trying to embarrass you or make you flustered. But all it did was allow you to tease him right back; he must have spent quite a lot of time reading your stories if he could quote them at any random time, and you didn’t hesitate to point that at out to him, which would normally shut him up pretty quickly.

Jimin would want to know which of the boys was your favorite to write about, or which one you’d written best or the most for. And yeah, he’d be really happy - and a bit cocky - if you wrote about him the most, but he really was just curious about it; he wanted to know what personality you found was easiest to write for. Though, if you had written more about one of the other boys, he either wouldn’t tell them or he’d glare every time they tried to tease him.

Taehyung would want to know if you were still writing about them, genuinely curious as to when and why you’d stopped or why he couldn’t find more current writings. He’d also ask if you ever wrote about other things back then, or if you wrote about other things now, and he’d beg and plead to read whatever you made the mistake of telling him about. If it was another band, he’d act a bit jealous, but he’d ultimately end up telling you he loved whatever you wrote.

Jungkook was going to act like he thought your writing was weird, which he might have thought briefly at first before reading the stories and realizing how incredible your writing was. And when he told you that you were weird, he seemed serious, and you thought he was up until you walked into the room one day to find him hunched over his phone, reading one of your old stories with a shy smile on his lips that opened to release a shout when you tapped on his shoulder.