as tall as my heart will let me be


Here are some aus, divided in different themes.

College themed

  1. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
  2. My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
  3. We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
  4. You peed on my car. You were drunk. I was in the car. There will be hell to pay
  5. My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
  6. It’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay
  7. I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare
  8. Accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au
  9. Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider
  10. Somehow, we always end up sitting next to each other during the weekly gatherings to watch [Game of Thrones, SVU, Rupaul’s Drag Race, pick a show] in our dorm’s really good TV room 
  11. I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

Awkward first meeting themed

  1. “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!”
  2. “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”
  3. “I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”
  4. Trapped in a bank during a robbery 
  5. “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”
  6. “Last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us”
  7. “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life”
  8. ‘you thought i was someone else and started making out with me at a club and you’re really hot so i just went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and idk how to break it to you’
  9. ‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last persons’s apartment together’
  10. ‘i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car i’m so sorry’
  11. “I ordered pizza but the pizzeria got my order wrong so now I’m screaming at my really cute pizza delivery boy because I’m angry and very hungry”

Nobility themed

  1. “your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”
  2. “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
  3. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways”

Opposites attract themed

  1. a hopeless romantic and a single-but-proud meet at a store on valentine’s day. the latter is buying valentine cards ironically, the former buying them sincerely in hopes of getting a date
  2. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park
  3. rebellious teenager who’s failing all their classes is assigned a studious tutor
  4. really distinguished food critic and fast food chef
  5. a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date

High school themed

  1. “We’re the only ones in detention”
  2. “I desperately need my books but my locker is blocked and you’re the only one in the hall”
  3. “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting”
  4. “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward”
  5. “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together”
  6. “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it”
  7. “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles”
  8. “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other”
  9. “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you”
  10. “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are”
  11. “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”
  12. sharing a textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners
  13. found their phone number in a library book
  14. dancing partners
  15. younger siblings are best friends
  16. playing romantic interests in a play
  17. “yes i understand that it’s may and this classroom is stuffy but why are you taking your shirt off and why aren’t you in trouble (not that i mind)”
  18. “i can’t believe you dropped the frog we’re dissecting on tHE FLOOR WHAT THE FUCK”
  19. “i’m fightin this person and they shoved me into u im sooo sorry- oh hey you’re cute- oH MY GOD UR KICKIN ASS MARRY ME!!! PLEASE!!!!”
  20. “you asked me to prom by filling my locker with ping pong balls that say “prom?” on them but i tripped on one and smacked my head on a locker but thanks for taking me to the nurse!!! i still want to go with you!!”

Ridicously sentence themed

  1. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ 
  2. "Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!”
  3. “I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”
  4. “That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”
  5. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" 
  6. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”
  7. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
  8. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”
  9. “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

Height difference themed

  1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
  2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
  3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
  4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
  5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
  6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 
  7. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Reincarnation themed

  1. I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life
  2. We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

Mythical creatures themed

  1. “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”
  2. “i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO”
  3. “i’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”

Funny meeting at a party themed

  1. “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me”
  2. “spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you”
  3. “we had an impromptu rap duet in the middle of the party”
  4. “you kept asking everyone to play the cha cha slide then proceeded to pass out when the song started”
  5. “you keep shouting “THIS IS MY JAM” at every song that comes on i have a headache the size of nebraska you’re lucky you’re cute”
  6. “whenever you saw me you’d shout ‘WHOOOOOOOOO’ really loudly and then do finger guns at me before walking off to god knows where”
  7. “you thought I was your friend and pulled me up on the table to dance with you now you’re shirtless and grinding on me”
  8. “you got up to the mic and started singing and holy shit you’re really good???”
  9. “you’re really bad at beer pong but you do this really cute dance before you throw the ball so I’m letting you stay on my team”
  10. “our mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and I’m not going to let you beat me”
  11. “we both grabbed for the last bottle of the good beer and i’m not saying we’re going to fight for it but we are”

Competitive themed

  1. we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
  2. I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event
  3. a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me
  4. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
  5. we’re always making stupid bets like 'bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you
  6. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

“We’re bad at dating” themed

  1. I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends
  2. I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date
  3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
  4. We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date
  5. We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
  6. You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole
Height Difference AUs

1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”

2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”

3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”

4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”

5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”

6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 

7. We’re at a concert and I can’t see a thing let me sit on your shoulders, maybe?” 

8. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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audreyesparza ITS HIS BIRTHDAY!! Happy happy birthday @brocolirobbrown we love you so much!!

im gonna type the whole song from memory ok

little town. it’s a quiet village. every day, like the one before. little town, full of little people. waking up to say…bonjour! bounjour! bonjour, bounjour, bonjour! there goes the baker with his tray like always, the same old bread and rolls 2 sell. every morning just the same, since the morning that we came to this poor provencial town. good morning, belle! good morning, mouseir! where you off to? the book shop i read the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and a that’s nice


look there she goes the girl is strange no question, dazed and distracted can’t you tell never part of any crowd cuz her head’s up on some cloud no denying she’s a funny girl that belle. bonjour! good day! how is your family? bonjour! good day! how is your wife? I NNEEED,, SXIX EGGS,, that’s too expensive, there must be more than this provincial life! ah belle. good morning! i’ve come to return the book i borrowed. finished already? oh i couldn’t put it down have you got anything new. not since yesterday. that’s alright! i’ll borrow this one. but you’ve read it twice! well it’s my favorite – far off places (?), daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise. haha, well if you like it all that mutch it’s yours. but sir…i insist. well thank you. thank you very much! look there she goes that girl is so peculiar, i wonder if she’s feeling well. with a dreamy faroff look, and a nose stuck in a book, what a puzzle to the rest of us is belle. oh, isn’t this amazing, it’s my favorite part because, you see…here’s where she meets prince charming, but she won’t discover that it’s him til chapter three. now there’s no wonder that her name means beauty her looks have got no paralllel. but behind that fair facade, i’m afraid she’s rather odd. very different from the rest of us she’s nothing like the rest of us yes different from the rest of us is belle! fuck the gaston part. look there…he goes. isn’t he dreamy. monsieur gaston, oh he’s so cute! (tongue pop) be still, my heart, i’m hardly breathing…he’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute. bonjour PARDON good day MAIS OUI you call this bay WHAT LOVELY GRAPES. ten yards, one pound, SCUZE ME i’ll get my knife PLEASE LET ME THROUGH this bread THOSE FISH its stale THEY SMELL  madame’s mistake–well maybe so there must be more than this provincial life! just watch im going to make belle my wife! look there she goes that girl is strange but special, a most peculiar mademoiselle its a pity and a sin she doesn’t quite fit in cuz she really is a funny girl a beauty but a funny girl she really is a funny girl, that belle – bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! 🅱️️onjour!

Midnight Reminiscing: ReggiexReader! PART TWO.

hey guys, here is the last part of the mini fic! Thankyou to the anon who sent in a couple of prompts, I have included one in this part! 

Summary: (Y/N) and Reggie head back to Reggie’s house.

Warnings: Sliiiiight smut, not much at all tho. Cussing.

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softyjihoon  asked:



Debuted May 26, 2015: Adore U

Latest comeback: Don’t Wanna Cry

Seventeen consists of thirteen members

Under Pledis Entertainment (also home to After School, Pristin and Nu’est)

Seventeen Fandom Name: Carat

Seventeen Official Accounts: Twitter, Instagram, Facebook

Subgroups: Seventeen is split into the Hip-Hop, Vocal and Performance units but they don’t promote separately.



  • Real Name: Choi Sung Cheol (최승철)
  • Born in Daegu, South Korea
  • Position: Leader, Hip Hop Team Leader, Main Rapper
  • Birthday: August 8, 1995
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Hip-Hop (Leader)
  • S.Coups was supposed to debut with NU’EST.
  • His ideal type is someone who can cook well and who eats a lot.


  • Real Name:Yoon Jung Han (윤정한)
  • Born in Seoul, South Korea
  • Position: Vocalist
  • Birthday: October 4, 1995
  • Languages: Koean
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • his ideal type girl is someone who loves them and buys their albums


  • Real Name: Hong Jisoo (홍지수)
  • Born in: Los Angeles, California, United States
  • Position: Vocalist
  • Birthday: December 30, 1995
  • Languages: Korean, English
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • His ideal type is someone who is kind


  • Real Name: Wen Junhui 
  • Born in Shenzhen, Guangdong, China
  • Birthday: June 10, 1996
  • Position: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist
  • Languages: Chinese, Cantonese, Korean
  • Sun-unit: Performance 
  • his ideal type of girl is someone who looks pure. He also likes sexy girls


  • Real Name: Kwon Soonyoung 
  •  Born in: Namyangju-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea
  • Position: Performance Team Leader, Main Dancer, Sub Vocalist
  • Birthday: June 15, 1996
  • Languages: Korean, Japanese, Chinese
  • Sub-unit: Performance (Leader)
  • He choreographs most of Seventeen’s routines
  • His ideal type is someone who is fragrant and likes him


  • Real Name: Jeon Wonwoo 
  • Born in hangwon, Gyeongsangnam-do, South Korea
  • Position: Lead Rapper
  • Birthday: July 17, 1996
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Hip-Hop 
  • HIs ideal type is someone who suits him well


  • Real Name: Lee Jihun 
  • Born in Busan, South Korea
  • Position: Vocal Team Leader, Lead Vocalist
  • Birthday: November 22, 1996
  • Langauges: Korean, Japanese
  • Sub-unit: Vocal (Leader)
  • His ideal type a girl who is bright and friendly. He’s never had a girlfriend. He doesn’t even have friends that are girls


  • Real Name: Lee Seokmin (이석민)
  • Born in Suji-gu, Yongin-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea
  • Position: Main Vocalist
  • Birthday: February 18, 1997
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • His ideal type is a girl with long dark hair, has aegyo and has long slender legs


  • Real Name: Kim Mingyu 
  • Born in Anyang-si, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea
  • Position: Lead Rapper, Face of the Group, Visual
  • Birthday: April 6, 1997
  • Languages: Koren
  • Sub-unit: Hip-hop 
  • His ideal type is a girl who is tall, kind-hearted & easy-going


  • Real name: Xu Minghao (徐明浩)
  • Born in Anshan, Liaoning, China
  • Position: Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist
  • Birthday: November 7, 1997
  • Languages: Chinese, Korean
  • Sub-unit: Performance 
  • His ideal type is someone who is cute and kind


  • Real Name: Boo Seung Kwan 
  • Raised: Jeju-do, South Korea (but was born in Busan)
  • Position: Main Vocalist
  • Birthday: 16 January 1998
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Vocal 
  • His ideal type  is an easy going girl with big eyes and is like a friend to him


  • Real Name: Hansol Vernon Choi
  • Born in New York, United States (but moved to Korea as a young child)
  • Position: Main Rapper
  • Birthday: 18 February 1998
  • Languages: English, Korean
  • Sub-unit: Hip-Hop
  • He is Korean-American (half Korean, half Caucasian)
  • His ideal type is someone his heart can connect with


  • Real Name: Lee Chan 
  • Born in Iksan-si, Jeollakbu-do, South Korea
  • Position: Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Maknae
  • Birthday: 11 February 1999
  • Languages: Korean
  • Sub-unit: Performance
  • His ideal type is a pretty girl who does aegyo


Sub-unit MV’S


Pretty U

  • Variety Shows
Capture the Flag

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(Eric x reader)

Requested by: @jasonmccannsgirl8699

Imagine: Being on Eric’s team for capture the flag during initiation…

The train rumbled steadily along the tracks, as the sky outside darkened. Not more than 15 minutes ago, we were being yelled at by Eric to put on vests and jump on the train, with the threat of being cut if we missed ‘war games’. I guessed it was probably a team game or something, with some sort of crazy Dauntless twist. 

“Alright everyone! Listen up!”

“The game is simple, it’s like capture the flag,” Four’s voice boomed through the train compartment, forcing me to turn around and listen. 

I watch as Eric picks a gun, holds it up, and then proceeds to shoot one of the other initiates in the leg, after she had whispered something to her friend. She collapsed to the ground and sweared in an almost comedic way, and I might’ve laughed had I been able to focus on something other than the pain this dart could cause. Were they trying to kill us? 

Eric started to explain the gun, which was designed to ‘simulate the pain of real gunshot’. When he started to explain the rules though, I kind of tuned out. My mind was racing so fast I couldn’t even listen, and I wondered if anyone else could hear my heart, beating with adrenaline. 

“… Two teams, Four and I are captains.”

Before Four could even open his mouth, Eric spoke again.

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Planetary Haiku 1/30/17

Burn so hot that you
Imprint your shadow on lives
Of people you meet.

you cant build a wall
Around your heart so tall
there’s no way over.

Your perpetual
Voice in my ear reminds me
To always speak out.

Love is a coiled snake:
Terrible in its beauty,
Shedding old lovers.

Never let your fire
Be stolen by someone who
Won’t use it for light

Dont expand so fast
That you fall in on yourself.
Growth is not a race.

No butterfly has
Broken loose without struggle.
Push until you’re free.

Scripture on holy skin,
You are a key to locked
Places of worship.

A witch was a being
Whose ideas were too ahead
Of her time. Rebel.

You think you’re ashes.
You burned your world once. You can
Rebuild it again.

What Do You Mean a Dixon? Carl Grimes x reader

Carl x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is daryls daughter and carl finds her outside the walls while he’s on a run. He ask her what’s her name and she says (y/n) Dixon and carl brought her to the Hiltop so she can see daryl

I’m sorry for everybody that requested a long time ago but I’m starting to have less homework in school so I’m going to try and write everyone's requests.



The gravel crunched under my dusty boots as I walked along the abandoned roads. I killed any of the undead hanging in my way and hid from any herds that might have been passing by me on the way. The trick to staying alive was staying smart, meaning don’t let emotions get the best of you. My mother died trying to take out a herd that my younger sister got lost in and they lost. I don’t know where my father is. He never came back from the hunt…

It was just me now learning by myself, scavenging by myself, and surviving all by myself. My skills in education are far lacking than what they should be at. I stopped learning in school when I was about 8 but kept learning with my mother during the apocalypse making my level at 8th grade instead of 10th, where I should be at right now. 

My mother thought that her medical skills and herbology came before anything more, fighting was second, and learning in education was last if we had the time. We were good for a couple of months but when the undead started coming together to become big herds we had to stay in front of them, which meant constant moving around. But when the inevitable came upon our camp one day there was no chance that we could’ve stopped what happened. 

Now it was just me walking to find a safe haven walking to find any sort of safe looking home that I could use as protection for at least just a little while. And that’s when it happened. I saw the tin glitter across the tops of the trees and bolted towards what might be my protection. There was a very slim chance that this was actually a place to stay, it was either that or it was a construction sight that had hundreds of the undead upon it.  

The sight of tall tin walls and the sound of human laughter and the barking of a dog was heard my heart lept with joy of my recent discovery. The only thing I could think to do was find an entrance and go into it. To my luck the entrance was just around the corner showing bars and a thin layer of camouflage fabric. It honestly looked like it was safe and it sure did sound like it too.

“Please let me in!” I yelled rattling the brown bars that kept me from the inside of the walls. Before I could even call out again the bars rattled and a kid with long brown hair with sheriff’s hat walked out to meet me. 

“Who are you and how did you find us?” He asked his deep voice sounding hostile. 

“I-I saw the tops of the walls above the trees and thought I’d see if I could find some people here.” I explained looking up at him seeing as I was only at his shoulders. 

“What’s your name?” He asked his voice sounding softer seeing as no one was behind me or waiting for me to walk in. 

“My name is Y/N Dixon.” I said and his eyes turned from hostile to curious. 

“What do you mean Dixon?” He asked moving his head back and forth in disbelief. “ You know what nevermind. You come with me. We’re letting her in guys. She’s a Dixon. Close the gates.” He said behind him as we walked inside. 

“What is this place?” I asked as my bag behind me rattled noisily.

“This is Alexandria. You will be told everything you need to know when you meet my father. He owns this place now. right along next to Glenn and Maggie and Daryl.” He explained glancing at me before turning away. The name was known in my m ind but I couldn’t put it to a face so it just drifted a while.

The sights around me where unbelieveably as I say people drinking lemonade on their porch sharing deep secrets about their past life. 

“Dad we have company. She’s a Dixon!” I heard him say as we walked up the porch and right into a house. The door was wide open and for a second it made me on edge but then I remembered that there were walls up and people on watch so the tension quickly fell from my shoulders. 

“Daryl. You have company.” A deep country voice said.

“What d’you nee-?” A gruff looking man stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me tears forming in his eyes. After a moment of recollection I put the name to the face and realized…




Sorry for the sucky ass ending but it’s early and I’m just trying to get these done. But also trying to not let you guys down. I love you guys and as soon as I finish these out I will open the requests again!

Don’t you like guys like Steve? Bucky X Reader

Title: Don’t you like guys like Steve? 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky thought you liked guys like that Chris Evans actor guy, and thought he didn’t stand a chance. 

Bucky strolled into the TV room dressed in sweats and a gray muscle tank, metal arm running through his hair as he marveled at the scene in front of him.

(Y/N) was settled comfortably on an oversized bean bag, wearing a large knitted sweater and a Captain America themed throw over her. Her hair was up in a messy bun as her attention stayed unwaveringly on the television before her.

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up as he let the thought of having this scene in front of him all to himself. He has always secretly wished for a simple domestic life, he wanted it slow, he wanted it mundane. And more than often, he wished that is was with her and maybe a little more than one or two tiny Buckys and tiny (Y/N)s to complete this picture perfect family.

At that thought, Bucky found himself with a silly grin hung on his face as the sound on the TV snapped him out of his reverie.

Bucky’s attention shifted to what was playing in front of (Y/N). It was an interview segment of this actor who was just in the midst of laughing at something the host said as his hands grabbed the left side of his chest. His eyes fleeted over to (Y/N) and he sees her look at the screen intently, her eyes showing great admiration for the man on the screen. His eyebrows furrowed, an unsettling feeling bubbled across his chest.

Clearing his throat loudly, Bucky strolled past (Y/N) to the kitchen. The sound caught (Y/N)’s attention as she turned around and saw Bucky rummaging through the fridge.

“Bucks!” she called out, a hint of adoration in her eyes. A look Bucky missed. “Hey, doll.” Bucky drawled, face still buried in the fridge, hoping the cool air would help soothe his red face.

Oh god she can’t tell I’m nervous from my voice can she?

(Y/N) stared at Bucky’s back and her inner voice let out a squeal, her face tinted pink. She shook her head slightly, her cold hands on her cheeks as she tried to collect her thoughts.

“Would you like to join me? It’s a pretty interesting movie.” (Y/N) questioned, her voice hopeful.

Bucky wanted to say no and hurry back into his room to calm his unsteady heart but as he turned and met (Y/N) hopeful eyes. His heart melted.

“Okay. Scoot over doll.” came Bucky’s reply.

I don’t think I can ever say no to you doll.

The two settled on the couch, (Y/N) draped her throw over the both of them and snuggled into the warmth. As she shuffled around to try and find a comfortable position, her cold thighs brushed against Bucky’s. His grip on the bottled water he was holding tightened as he tried hard to control his growing blush.

The movie played on, lights from the screen illuminating their faces. Bucky’s eye flitted over to (Y/N)’s face as he takes in her entire form, bundled in the throw, eyes wide.

“He is so dreamy…” (Y/N) let out a soft sigh.

Hearing that, Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed despite his best efforts at a poker face. He followed her gaze and settled on a blonde actor on the screen.

How is he dreamy. Please. God, I just want to smack the smirk off his face.

Bucky squared his shoulders and asked gruffly “You like guys like that?”

(Y/N)’s eyes stayed fixed on the screen as she replied, “I suppose so. I mean most people would?”

Snapping his head forward, Bucky’s eyes narrowed on the man, Johnny Storm; what a dumb name.

Once the movie ended, Bucky walked (Y/N) back to her room like a true 40s gentleman. He bid her goodnight with a small smile on his face and once her door clicked close, he hastily took determined steps back to his room.

Clicking on the browser on his laptop, he tried to recall how to use the contraption as (Y/N) has thought him before.

The illuminated screen blared at him and Bucky swiftly scanned through all the information, mumbling under his breath, eyebrows scrunched up, his mouth a tight line.

Johnny Storm. Chris Evans.

Early next morning, Bucky dragged himself into the open kitchen, his face showing his lack of rest. A loud laughter broke him out of his tired trance and he looked towards where the sound was from.

Sat in the kitchen was (Y/N) and Steve, a neat stack of pancakes and hot coffee were on the tabletop between the two. They were facing each other as Steve said something that caused a laughter to bubble out of (Y/N).

Bucky’s heart couldn’t help but constrict tightly at the scene in front of him as his thought fleeted back to the night before. (Y/N)’s comment about Johnny Storm - Chris Evans replayed in loops in his mind like how it kept him awake all night.

He let out a defeated sigh and looked up only to see Steve, his best pal, and his mind couldn’t help but let the thought of how Steve looks exactly like Chris Evans creep into his mind.

Bucky’s heart sunk at that as he looked at Steve and (Y/N), conflicting emotions of jealousy and resignation eating at him.

In the midst of Bucky’s deep thoughts, Steve and (Y/N) noticed Bucky’s downcast, their chatter dying down to silence.

Steve wasn’t as dense as everyone thought he was. He knew of Bucky’s crush on (Y/N). Even if he was a little dense, it would be nearly impossible to miss the look Bucky had on his face every time he was near the girl, that giddy smile, a soft gaze he sported. Every time they were on a mission and (Y/N) was out of Bucky’s sight, Steve noticed the little mistakes he made as his eye scanned the mess before them, trying to look for any sign of her.

Steve wasn’t Bucky’s best friend for nothing, he knew that Bucky was upset about how close (Y/N) and he was. It was purely platonic but Bucky was a like a dense block of wood who refused to accept that fact.

A smile knowing smile was on Steve’s face as he looks at (Y/N) and Bucky; (Y/N concerned gaze at Bucky’s downcast look. He shook his head lightly at how dense his friends were as he placed the empty plate into the sink, making his way back to his room.

“Bucky, are you okay?” (Y/N) asked with a soft voice.

Bucky looked up only to see that she has already made her way to him, her hand resting on Bucky’s metal one.

He instinctively pulled his hand away from her warm ones, leaving (Y/N) grasping air. A slither of hurt could not be contained and (Y/N) awkwardly pulled her hand back.

With a shaky smile, she moved away from Bucky’s side and started to walk back to the comforts of her room.

Bucky was never one to miss a thing about (Y/N). And he definitely did not miss the hurt shown on her face.

As he heard (Y/N)’s footsteps move further away from him, he let out a small voice saying, “Chris Evans. You like guys like him right? Steve seems like the sort.”

Taking in the question, (Y/N) spun around so quick, almost losing her footing.

“Who is Chris Evans? What has Steve got to do with this?” she asked incredulously, a confused look on her.

Bucky looked up to meet her eyes as he explained himself, “Johnny Storm. Didn’t you say you like guys like him? Steve seems pretty similar.”

His mumbled answer was met with a soft laughter as (Y/N) replied: “I didn’t mean it in any other way other than as someone who was watching a good movie.”.

Downcast eyes lit up with hope as Bucky gaze met with (Y/N). He took a few big steps towards her, his tall stature giving (Y/N) a sense of comfort and security.

Both hands cradled her face lightly, his thumb running across her cheeks.

“I can’t run away from this anymore doll. I’ve got to say this. I was jealous. My heart hurts when I hear you talk about another man. My hands clench unknowingly when I see you another man. Give me a chance? Let me take you out on a date? Mm?” Bucky asked, he eyes were sincere and soft, never leaving (Y/N)’s.

(Y/N) took a small step closer to him and pulled Bucky towards him by his shirt.

“7 PM. I’m picking dessert. And we’re splitting the bill.” (Y/N) answered as she left a quick peck on his cheeks.

A silly grin hung on his face as he looked at her retreating figure.

I guess I’m okay with never being able to say no to you. Always.

It has been awhile and I hope everyone enjoys this! 

Tagging: @itsanerdlife @buckysmusculararm @klaus-is-king @callamint @dryerpet 

Fanfiction - Happier

I wrote this short thing for the needle wizard, pencil sorceress and all around magnificent friend, the lovely @outlanderedandoverhere. Master Seamstress shares with me the love for Ed Sheeran and I couldn’t resist the urge to have her doing a happy dance over this. Enjoy! X


I entered the small coffee shop, unfolding my scarf as soon as I felt the merciful warmth of the heating system, aiming towards a quiet table at the corner, as I shook off snowflakes from my curls.

As I waited for the small waitress to bring me my cranberry scone and a large cup of steaming tea, I opened my notebook and started reading the notes I had taken. It was a very hard case, a young patient with a rare tumor compressing his bile duct – presenting with jaundice, looking like the most recent character of The Simpsons. The previous surgeon in charge of the case had announced it to be unresectable, which gave him about three months of life expectancy. At the age of thirty, you are seldom ready for your life to end – least of all without throwing a good fight.

And that was what I was planning to offer him – a risky procedure, only done in the past by a handful of surgeons in the country. If it worked, he would be cancer free – and it was my job to guarantee it worked. I had barely slept the last couple of nights, immersed in planning the surgery to the finest detail.

I loved my job, fiercely – even in the moments I hated it. I never lost the tingling on my palms when I held the scalpel or the sudden feel of a jump inside my belly, like I had missed a step, whenever I finished a hazardous procedure. Besides, it was a very welcome distraction from the wreckage of my personal life.

I sipped my tea, delighted with the smoky taste of the Highland blend, strong and homely on the back of my tongue. It reminded me of the taste of his skin against my lips and I swallowed hard, slightly shaking my head to disperse unwelcome memories.

The bell above the door rang, a small tornado of snow allowed in as new customers entered the cosy place. I bit the back of my pencil, tilting my head to better discern an approach, as I mobilized the invisible pancreas before me. I smiled, seeing the vessels and ducts so well exposed in the eye of my mind, ready to be conquered, and raised my eyes to ask for a second congratulatory scone.

I saw his back but recognized him immediately – I had kissed that spot just behind his ear, where his hair curled at the nape, countless times.

He was wearing his pilot uniform underneath his overcoat, the flight captain’s hat placed next to his elbow on the table. I had a sudden flash of his hands placing that hat on my head, a playful smile on his full lips, his slightly callused hands roaming my otherwise naked body. No.

Without thinking, I was already making myself small on my table, shrinking to the point where I could almost hide under the tasteful tablecloth – wishing I had gone to another place, in another time, in another world.

Only then I noticed he had company - a cute blonde girl wearing stewardess clothes, her lips painted red to match the satin scarf prettily tied around her neck in a bow. She sat in front of him on the table, a complicit smile plastered on her face, as he talked – probably sharing something about a recent trip.

He was always coming and going, flying around the world – I remembered all too well setting my alarm to the middle of the night, just so I could listen to his voice in Tokyo. Kissing him goodbye – there had been so many goodbyes, not enough hellos – before he left to New York. Texting him, unsure where in the world he was exactly – but painfully aware it wasn’t by my side.

The nights became so long, always craving, always wondering. I felt split in two, half of myself scattered in the wind, travelling on the air - while the other half was forced to anchor it, bearing down, struggling with heaviness. There weren’t enough kisses to ease the constant ache, as much as he tried – and he had tried.

“Do ye not want me anymore?” He had asked me on the final night, broken – Oh, so broken.

I hadn’t answered him and in my silence he took his leave, shoulders hunched in pain. In truth, I couldn’t fathom a time when I wouldn’t want him – and that was the problem, wasn’t it? I kept wanting and wanting and wanting, wanting so much everything hurt, wanting so much I feared I would physically break.

The flight attendant touched his hand – to my horror he didn’t shy away from it. It lingered there, natural and possessive, and I felt the scone doing cartwheels inside my stomach like a flour acrobat.

She leaned over and told him something, slightly sticking her tongue out in mischief and he laughed. Throat and lungs and vocal chords, clapping and singing, an orchestra on a perfect rendition of amusement. Standing ovation from the crowd. Claire Beauchamp dead in the audience.

He used to laugh like that with me. Jamie always laughed with his entire body. He was that kind of man – whole in everything he did. I recalled the sensation of his laugh as I laid my cheek on his chest, a scientist studying the mechanisms of happiness. For a moment I closed my eyes and covered them with my hand, foolishly disturbed by the realization I didn’t hold his laughter in exclusiveness.

Jamie looked happy. I could see the outline of his smile, the corners of his mouth turned up in contentment. Had he been that happy with me, once? Before I filled our lives with insecurities, demands and frailties?

She squeezed his hand – fingers touching, skin meeting, hearts melting? - and got up, putting on her elegant coat. With a swish of blonde hair, she kissed his cheek – clearly no amiable kiss demanded such duration, in my opinion – and with a light caress on his forehead, left him finally alone.

He looked around, searching for the waitress to ask for a refill and – of course – spotted me. It was like standing on stage, two spotlights beaming on us, everything else left in darkness. Jamie glanced at me and I proudly endured his gaze, asserting that I saw his happiness and wasn’t shaken at all by it. Liar.

Slowly I made my way to his table, a slug crawling on a lettuce leaf, ugly but brave. I seemed to be ken on eating every crumb of my cake of sorrow and then smile, pretending it was sweet.

“Hello, Jamie.” I greeted him, bracing myself on the notebook I carried. His hair was somewhat shorter than the last time I had seen him, a couple of months ago, his uniform impeccable, the tie on his neck just a bit loose. I used to make his knots and suddenly panicked, fearing that the blonde girl was a master of turns and twists, able of fixing his heart as well as his tie.

“Hello, Claire.” Jamie replied, his voice cautious. “How are ye?”

“Good.” I smiled nervously. “Are you back from work?”

“Aye.” He fidgeted with the mug in front of him, a soft hesitant smile on his lips. “Just got back from Brazil. It was a wee furnace there.”

“Ah.” I swallowed hard, struggling to come up with other pleasantries I could share with him. Do you smile in your sleep when she touches you? “You look good. Happy.”

“What are ye asking me, Claire?” He avoided my gaze, his face abruptly serious.

“Nothing.” I replied in a hoarse voice, well aware that he could spot the tears forming on the corners of my eyes, in the fountains of my soul. “Just that. You looked happy with her.”

“She’s a good lass.” He glared at me, his eyes outrageously blue and intent. “She understands what life is for me. I feel that I can talk to her.”

“As you couldn’t talk to me?” I tried to smile again and failed miserably, the glass of my face polished and glistening, reflecting the thousands of small sorrows hidden in the corners of my eyes.

“I told ye all my soul and heart.” Jamie lowered his eyes, grabbing his hat. “In the end it wasna enough. That is my utmost regret, Claire - that it wasna enough.”

I stood there, speechless, as he gathered his things and left. I thought of the bleeders that elude the most capable surgeon, the cardiac arrest that lasts forever, the hands inside where we are most private, touching the core of what we are, unable to reach what had been lost. I slammed my heart at him as he closed the door behind him – “Jamie!” – knowing all too well I had no one to blame but myself. I had traded all for nothing, convinced it was a worthy bargain – blind, blind, fool.

I crawled home, shaken to the very marrow of my bones, oozing love and loss – sticky and queasy with it. In medical school they had told me how the brain works to protect itself – the clever barrier surrounding it, the plasticity, the temperature regulation – and yet my brain seemed decided to finish me, incessantly playing memories of Jamie, smacking me with my own recklessness. I had no self-preservation left, for I loved him to the atoms of me.

I had seen him happy without me – there was joy there to be sure, in knowing him well. But the pain was almost unbearable, no last redoubt of magical thinking left, where I could hide and pretend we would find our way back to each other. He was gone. Pushed away by my own two hands.

I collapsed on the couch, curling into fetal position, making myself small and smaller. My ears were filled with the sounds of my own heart and I willed him to stop, to let go of beating, to be still and let me be.

He kissed my cheek on our first date. I kissed his lips on the second. Loved all of himself by the tenth. My heart leapt when I saw him, tall and gallant in his uniform, almost running to hold me in his arms at the hospital. When he told me flying was his second favourite thing. When he told me I was first. Red Jamie, my Jamie.

A knock on the door, fast and rhythmed. A secret code for the lover coming.

I padded to the door, afraid and wanting. Hopeful.

I opened the door and he was standing there, snowflakes turning into rivers on the brim of his hat. He reached out with his hand and I took it, already knowing I’d never let go again.

“I was happier with ye.” He whispered in a husky voice. And I remembered it all, the happiness and love I’d known, waiting in him as kisses on his lips.

Stay Professional! Pt. 10

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

Summary: Jungkook’s blurted out his thoughts sincerely and you don’t know how to react. Jimin offers you a paid-leave to clear your mind and come back later, hopefully fresher than before.

A/N: Good news!! this isn’t the last chapter- I did some thinking and I decided to extend the series by ~3 chapters :) this chapter also has a lot of dialogue! It’s quite a sad chapter- it might be a little slow but this chapter is focused on the development of JK x reader’s relationship.

The grey clouds coated the sky and grumbled in annoyance as seeps of lighting passed through them. It was weirdly creepy that the weather was able to portray your devastated mood rather accurately. As soon as the elevator dinged, you stepped out with a burning desire to sprint out of the building. You legs worked with long strides and the rapid clicking of your heels showed just how frantic you were to leave. You never once looked back whilst running- all you could focus on was the salty taste of your tears and how fast your fast your legs carried you.

Despite the fact that you had taken the elevator, Jungkook still somehow managed to catch up- his worn out legs had jumped down 4 steps at a time to reach you with his dangerously fast paced heart. He looked no-where near presentable. His hair was still messed up, a couple of strands stuck up whilst his fringe clung onto his sweaty forehead. He didn’t have any time to put on his usual suit-jacket, let alone button up his white dress-shirt. His pink lips were swollen and they couldn’t help but repetitively form your name in hopes that you’d stop running away from him.

“Y/N! Please! Wait!” Jungkook’s voice echoed slightly across the spacious ground floor of the company building. The workers looked beyond confused at the sight of Jungkook in a panic and yelling. They’d always viewed him as an emotionless, professional and very well composed business man.

It was a total shock to see him in such a worn out and breathless state. His ostentatious figure was a mere inconvenience in this situation as the people did nothing but stare- which made you feel even more shit.

You thanked god for automatic glass doors as you swiftly ran past them and to the outside- where the thunder seemed to grumble louder than before. You helplessly wiped away your stream of tears that rolled off your cheek and chin endlessly, but that deemed to be useless as that image kept popping up inside your head. She looked so content straddling his lap- and he didn’t even do anything about it. The image was engraved into your mind and you couldn’t help but let out a loud grumble of pure frustration. Jungkook had just shattered the little trust you had left in him and that consequently lead to the shatter of your sanity for a brief amount of time.

Everything suddenly seemed hopeless. You’d just wanted to drown yourself in vodka to ease the stabbing pain in your heart. Your vision was clouded and blurry from the unstoppable tears and your brain couldn’t stop torturing you by constantly replaying the scene over and over inside your head.


Jungkook let out another loud yell and people on the street stopped to look at the dramatic scene. You ignored his desperate attempts and continued to strut forward- the last thing you’d wanted to do was see his face let alone converse to him.

Suddenly, you felt a violent tug on your wrist and Jungkook forcefully spun you to face him. His vision was also distorted and he found it difficult to breathe as his lungs were blazing with discomfort. Frenzy immediately washed over his expression at the sight of your tears. He had no intention of loosening his grip on your wrist- and he was sure it was going to leave a mark but it didn’t matter at that point.

He needed to speak to you- to clarify everything, to tell you how crazy you drove him, to beg for forgiveness and explain his ridiculous actions.

But before he could say anything, you attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, grumbling in pain as you could feel the flesh on your wrist sting under Jungkook’s grip.

“Don’t touch me!” You instinctively shouted and Jungkook’s expression softened, yet he didn’t loosen his hellishly tight grip. His lips quivered in fear as a blanket of regret washed over his mind. He knew he should’ve pushed her away. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go.

Ever since his realisation that you were the only person he had genuine feelings for had hit, his life had been flipped and shook out of proportion- much to his dislike as the downfall of his stocks screamed at him to concentrate but, he found it physically impossible to do so. All he could think about was how much happier he’d be with you by his side. He’d never felt so obsessive over anything.

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Opposites. (Daryl Dixon)

Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

After being grazed by Andrea’s bad shot, Daryl was fixed up and sent into his tent to rest. When everyone had gone to finish their chores, and after I finished mine, I brought Daryl a plate of dinner. He was lying with his back to the tent entrance, his back exposed and I could see the tattoo on his skin. When he heard the fly unzip he glanced over his shoulder, aiming his crossbow at me and I motioned to the plate, putting a hand up in surrender.

“Easy now. I wasn’t the one who shot you.” Daryl put down his weapon and glanced at the plate. “Does it still hurt?” I asked as I placed his food down and sat next to him.

“Nah,” he murmured. His body shifted so he was facing me now and sitting up. “Andrea’s a real bad shot, huh?”

I couldn’t suppress the smile forming on my face. “She’ll get better with practice. You’d just better be thankful it wasn’t anyone else taking that shot.”

“Ain’t nothing worth living for anymore.” Daryl muttered as he reached for his plate. My chest stung a little at his words. “How is she?”

“Still shaken up. Who wouldn’t be after almost taking you out? What were you doing out there anyway?” I asked curiously, watching him eat with satisfaction considering I rarely saw him eat anymore ever since Sophia went missing.

Daryl chewed slowly, shrugging nonchalantly. “Got lost.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“A skilled tracker like yourself?” I teased.

This time he rolled his eyes while he cleaned his plate and after he set it back down his eyes met mine. He was smirking slightly and I raised an eyebrow questioningly. “When you thought I got shot, were you worried?”

My cheeks warmed up slightly and I pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Um,” I picked up his plate and stood up, messing with my t-shirt nervously. “Do you want anything else?”

“An answer.” Daryl persisted.

“Of course I was worried. I thought you had died. You’re a valuable member of this group. Daryl.” I said, not completely bluffing. Daryl scoffed and shook his head.

“You know that ain’t the type of answer I want.”

“Get some rest, Daryl. Let me, or anyone else, know if you need anything.” I added quickly. Daryl smirked again and nodded before I headed out. My face still felt hot as I was washing off his plate in the sink inside the Greene’s kitchen.

Daryl and I didn’t exactly get along at the beginning of everything. He was impulsive and angry while I thought things through and kept a cool head. We were polar opposites and we butted heads a lot. Lately, the banter between us had somehow become more playful, flirty even, and it concerned me. It’s not that I didn’t think Daryl wasn’t attractive, I was just scared of how things would end or what would happen to the group if we were to get involved and then break up. Now more than ever our group needed stability. I couldn’t imagine getting caught up in a relationship only for one of us to die tomorrow.

I won’t deny it hurt me a little when Daryl said there wasn’t anything worth living for anymore. I had hoped he would try to live for me, I know I would for him. What was I saying? God, the guy gets shot and all these hidden feelings decide to rise up inside me like some schoolgirl crush.

Daryl continued to seek me out after our conversation. He’d ask me to go on runs with him or join him on a search for Sophia. We talked a lot, mainly about our pasts, or at least mine. It was something normal to talk about now a days. What had been and what we had been.

“A teacher?” Daryl questioned, studying the ground. “With little kids?”

I smiled. “Yes, Daryl, with children. Eight year olds, more specifically.”

“Did you always want to be a teacher?” he asked.

“Yeah, it felt like the only thing I was good at, and I liked it.” Daryl nodded and I could tell he was thinking of more questions to ask, so I stopped him. “What about you? You haven’t told me much about your life. I know about Merle. What about Daryl?”

Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t much to know. I was just some redneck. Still am.”

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t also have a life. Like the rest of us. What did you do before this?” Daryl stayed quiet, so I pressed on. “Did you have a girlfriend?” Daryl scoffed and looked at me incredulously over his shoulder. “What? I had a boyfriend. He was a bartender.”

“What was he like?” Daryl asked. I rolled my eyes deciding he wasn’t going to answer any personal questions. No matter how hard I tried.

“Quiet. He was kind, smart, he liked little kids but he kept that hidden with the rest of his soft side. He was tall and tough, but he was gentle and he had a lot of love to give out. I felt safe with him.” I thought more about my boyfriend and felt my heart ache with longing. I missed him. Daryl gave me a sympathetic look and I shrugged. “He died heroically. Like I always thought he would. He was protecting Jacqui and I, actually.”

“I’m sorry.” Daryl said after a moment.

“You remind me of him sometimes. You’re both reserved, but you care. Even if you don’t let on as much as others.” Daryl and I stared at each other and then he smiled.

“I don’t mind being like him. He sounds like a nice guy.”

“Yeah?” I grinned.

“Yeah,” Daryl smirked a little before continuing on the track he had found. “We got the same taste in women.” My cheeks burned brightly and I smiled to myself as I followed after him. Moments like these with Daryl were more than enough until we were ready for something more serious. Something greater than ourselves.

Requested: Daryl and Reader are opposites and have a love-hate relationship in which they dislike each other at the beginning of the outbreak but soon become closer after he is thought to be shot by Andrea. Man, this was a throwback. I miss the old seasons when all my babies were alive and well. Hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! xx

I survived the Columbine High School Shooting

I survived the Columbine High School shooting By Melissa Miller

A student shares her terrifying story

From Scope

Melissa Miller, 15, hid behind a truck while seniors Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold sprayed bullets and threw pipe bombs into the parking lot of Columbine High School. On that tragic afternoon last April, Eric, 18, and Dylan, 17, killed 12 students and a teacher, wounded 23 students, and then killed themselves. Many have said that Eric and In seventh and eighth grade, kids called me names, pushed me against the lockers, and snapped pennies at my head. I was miserable and lonely. Every night, I cried and begged my mom to let me go to another school.

So, I understand what it’s like to be picked on. But I can’t understand why anyone would turn to guns. Guns are not the answer. I learned that on April 20, 1999. That day was definitely the worst day of my life.

Not a Prank

I was in the Columbine parking lot when I heard the first explosion. I thought it had to be a firecracker—some kind of senior prank. Then, I looked up and saw the backs of two guys in black trench coats. They were standing at the top of the hill near the rear entrance to the school. It was Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. I didn’t know their names then, but I’d seen them around. My friends and I would move out of their way in the halls. They scared us.

As Eric and Dylan turned around, I saw that they had guns. I still thought it was a prank. I figured the rifles had to be paintball guns. Eric and Dylan had no expressions on their faces. They showed no emotion—not anger, not hatred.

Then, they opened fire. Bullets struck students on the sidewalk, in the parking lot, and on the hill. My friend Anne Marie was standing on the sidewalk right below them. It looked like they shot her in the stomach. She doubled over and then fell on her back. Her knees flipped to the side. She didn’t get up. She just stayed crumpled on the ground. That was what made me realize–oh, my God!–it was no joke. It wasn’t red paint on the ground. It was blood. Dylan were trying to get back at students who had mocked and bullied them during their four years at the Littleton, Colorado, high school. Below, Melissa—who knows how it feels to be picked on—shares her ideas for how students who feel alienated can turn things around without violence. She also tells the dramatic story of her escape from the shooting.

I was terrified. I quickly ducked behind a white truck. I did not dare look up. Crouched behind a tire, I was scared to move an inch.

Then, a silver cylinder landed about five feet from me. I could smell the burning and see smoke coming out of both ends, so I covered my head with my hands. I didn’t know it then, but it was a pipe bomb. In seconds, the bomb exploded and shrapnel rained down on the pavement around me. Somehow I didn’t get hit with any shrapnel. Just a few seconds later, there was another pipe bomb, and it came even closer to me. Again, by some miracle, I wasn’t hit at all.

Eric and Dylan opened fire again. It didn’t sound the way gunfire sounds in the movies. Each shot was like a dart hitting a dartboard. Nothing sounded the way you’d expect. No one was screaming or yelling at them to stop. It was actually really quiet.

A boy who’d been shot in the leg (I don’t know his name) got up and ran away. Blood spurted through his fingers as he held onto his wound. Before he reached safety, he looked back over his shoulder at the gunmen. His eyes were so large, and filled with pure terror and pain.

The look on his face will haunt me for the rest of my life. I just hope it’s a look that no one has to see or give ever again.

Eric and Dylan had stopped shooting. They’d gone inside. I started to run away. Then, I hesitated. Should I try to help Anne Marie? She was lying there, still not moving. I decided that the best thing would be to get real help.

As the gunshots rang out inside the school, I ran across the soccer field. At the same time, this unbelievable stream of people, of panic, came out of the cafeteria. That’s when the screaming started. Everyone was screaming. To get off of school grounds, I had to make it over a tall chain link fence. Somehow—don’t ask me how—I just sailed over it. I was like Xena. The best way I can describe it is that I was on a mission. I was running so fast that I could barely breathe. I thought my heart was going to pop.

Finally, I saw a house with an open garage. I ran in. There was a phone, so I called 911. The house belonged to an elderly couple who let me in and helped me contact my parents.

As I waited to be picked up, I watched the news. I cried and cried as ambulances took my friends, including Anne Marie, away. (For days, I didn’t know if Anne Marie was alive or dead.) On TV, I could see my bookbag lying in the parking lot where I’d left it.

Memorial items for Columbine: wreath with angel Beanie Babies, and book made by a first grade class I didn’t get my bookbag back until June. When I did, it brought back all of my fear. My bag had been trampled on as students ran for their lives. My hairbrush was broken, and all of my books were damaged.

A Place to Belong

Eric and Dylan ruined so many lives. They were outcasts, but violence is never a solution. In junior high, I was tortured. I didn’t wear the right clothes, and I didn’t have the right hair. I had zero friends. But when I started at Columbine, I changed my situation. I joined the marching band and made tons of friends. Now the people that were so mean to me in junior high are signing my yearbook and giving me hugs in the hall.

I found a place to belong. If you’re an outcast, you don’t have to resort to violence. Join a club. Columbine offers clubs like the outdoors club, the Bible club, the chess club. There are tons of activities that you don’t have to be an athlete or the smartest person in the world to participate in. High school doesn’t have to be so terrible.

If Eric and Dylan had tried to turn their lives around, maybe 12 of my peers wouldn’t be dead maybe Anne Marie wouldn’t be learning to walk again.

I was hurt. So I built my walls tall and high, certain not to let anyone in this time. But these beautiful wall climbers, emotional fools they kept growing all around, making small cracks and crevices in between the joints and the bricks, and I know not when, but love entered silently through those cracks, conquering my heart all over again. There I met you. Tall, mahogany eyes with a scar on the right eyebrow. I stop, breathless for a moment. Your stares, it burns every inch of my soul but somehow, the heat was comforting. You have that boyish smile that makes me stare and wonder whether your mouth tastes as sweet as your lies. But no, I must resist the urge to come closer at you. I can’t risk everything I have now, not again. But my inner soul says different. Why does she says that I must? Why does it feels like my pieces are slowly healing and coming back. When you’re there, filling up the gaps between our fingers, I feel like I am okay. Like I don’t need the prison walls I made for myself anymore, because this time will be different and better. It’s going to be well worth it.
—  d.r.n x hey-its-kiffxr
When fanfic changes you,

(Not easily conquered)

“She’ll say yes. She’d say yes if you asked right now. She’d wear a God damn ring from a Cracker Jack box if it was all you had, trust me on that. She’s your forever girl. At least those are the things I’m gonna tell you the night before you propose, nervous and pacing and wanting to practice on me. 

Then again, maybe I won’t live to see it. Sometimes I hope to God I won’t. 

When it comes right down to it I don’t know that I’ll be able to do it. I don’t know if I’ve got it in me; I don’t know if I can just stand there while you seal the deal.

I’m no good at watching you walk away from me. 

The God’s honest truth is that I ain’t ever gonna love again. She’s your true north. I know what that means, because you’re mine.“

I don’t normally do this, make a whole new post and tag people to recommend a story but when you come across a fic that touches you so deeply as this one has touched me, you make an exception.

I’ve never been much of a shipper, quite the opposite actually, and when people recommended me Stucky fics in the past I was always hesitant and said that ‘it wasn’t my thing’. Even though I had no issues with the pairing. I just didn’t feel it. 

I didn’t get it before. And then I read this story and I sure as hell get it now.
And boy do I feel it too! In fact I am drowning in feels, you warned me @lowkeysebastianstan, I should have known.

I lack the words to describe how well written this fic is and how emotional it makes you. It pulls you in and holds you and when it’s done you’re the one who can’t let go. 

Words are incredibly powerful tools, this story is the perfect example of that.

“The closest I’ve ever been to the Garden of Eden is the genesis on the battlefield when the shrapnel’s still falling like hail on a tin roof. You look at me with those blue eyes all hot and electric in your face, blood on your cheek, soot smudged over your nose. Bone of my bones. 

Were you taken from my rib? You must have been, or maybe I was made from yours. And God damn, I want it. I want back inside you. I want you now, same as I wanted you before, prettier than hell even with a bloodied nose and split knuckles. Don’t care you were smaller. Liked it, even — same as I like you this way too. You make me hungry. You understand? You make me hungry.”

The rest is going Under the cut because I don’t want to flood your dashes.

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Simon Imagine - Official

REQUESTED: ‘a simon imagine where he meets your parents for the first time’

I parked the car. Instantly my head turned to Simon, who looked slightly paled and nervous in the passenger seat.

“Simon, don’t be nervous okay. They’re gonna love you honestly they’re not hard to please.”

Taking my hand in his I rubbed my thumb across his knuckles for reassurance. His face softened.

“I hope so.”

“I know so. They’ve seen some of your videos! They practically already know you.”

“That makes it worse,” he squirmed. “I don’t know what they’ve seen, that’s so…cringey.”

“Simon, my parents are extremely laidback okay, I promise you they’ll love you.” I lowered my voice slightly. “I think more than anything they’re just happy to see me bring back somebody new, after all this time.”

It was his turn to comfort me, pulling me on top of him in the passenger seat as he rubbed my hair.

“Don’t think about it, Y/n. Let’s go in okay. I’ll make the best impression possible.”

As we clambered out of the car I took his hand. Our eyes met and he smiled briefly. Without us even needing to knock, the door opened, revealing my Mum.

“And you must be Simon!”

She engulfed him in a large hug. A giggle fell from my lips as Simon stumbled back in surprise at my Mum’s affection. He caught his balance and returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around her back. The next to greet him was my stepdad.

“So you’re Simon, it’s nice to meet you. Don’t worry: I’m not as full on as my wife is.”

They all laughed as the two boys exchanged a hand shake. We stood in the hall for about ten minutes, my mum cooing over poor Simon, my stepdad wanting to ask questions. Eventually I noticed his exhaustion.

“Alright Mum, how about we go and start on the dinner?”

“That sounds lovely darling,” she smiled a warm grin; suddenly I felt an intense wave of love. “Let’s leave the men to it!”

Pecking Simon on the cheek quickly I followed my mum into the kitchen. Instantly she assigned me to chopping vegetables, just like I’d done as a child.

“The dinner’s nearly ready love.”

“That’s good Mum. So…what did you think?”

A feeling of nerves arised from my stomach and I pushed them back down. It wasn’t that I was scared of what she would think of Simon, because I knew she loved him already. It was just the idea of introducing someone to my parents again. This made it official, and I loved Simon, but I hated the prospect of maybe getting my heart broken once again.

“He’s lovely! So handsome in real life, a charmer. He’s tall, isn’t he?”

She turned to look at me, noticing my unsatisfied stare. For a second she put down the cooking equipment and touched my shoulder.

“Darling he’s a keeper, this one. You’ve done so well to let someone back in, and you couldn’t have done a better job of picking who. I’m so so proud of you love. This is a future thing, I can already tell.”

Tears surfaced in my eyes and I blinked them away, pulling my Mum into a hug. Her smile was warm against my neck, her comforting, motherly scent making me feel nostalgic.

“I really love him, Mum.” I whispered.

“And he you, darling, it’s clear. Now go, you, and tell them both dinner’s nearly ready.”

Complying with her request I exited the room, heading towards the living room where Simon and my stepdad sat. As I approached the door I heard the deep, soft sounds of their voices, as if they were talking intensely. I stopped to listen.

“So you’re serious about her, then?”

“Couldn’t be more serious Sir. I love her, I’m certain of it. I’ve never loved anyone before but I know that I love her.”

“That’s warming to here son. Be careful with her. Although I’m certain that I don’t need to tell you that.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, unsure of where the conversation was going. “Do you think you’ll marry her one day?”

“I hope to, Sir.”

My eyes widened. Again, I tried to surpress tears. He wants to marry me?! Do i want to marry him? Of course I do. I love him, so much.

“Well I would love to see it happen. I think you’re a great man, Simon. I can’t think of anyone greater for my daughter.”

My heart softened in my chest. Part of me didn’t ever wanna enter the room, too scared of disrupting this beautiful conversation, however I walked in anyway.

“Dinner’s being served.” I mumbled at their knowing smiles.

My stepdad stood first, patting my arm lightly as he left the room. Then came Simon.

“What did you think?” I asked, looking up to meet his eye as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Y/n, I love them, and I love you. All there is to it.”

T.R.O.U.B.L.E. (8/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Language Guys

Summary: You and your twin brother Devin work for the Avengers, he’s an active agent who is far from being Bucky Barnes biggest fan, but you’re a simple assistant whose carrying on the secret affair with Barnes. How bad could this get, as long as no one finds out right?

A/N: Angsty, cute series for Buck, because I know I need more Buck on my blog. If you want to be tagged let me know!!

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You’d spent the morning and a good portion of the afternoon avoiding Buck and if you were being honest the whole team. Buck wanted an answer and you didn’t have the heart to ruin things for him, though you were sure avoiding him wasn’t helping him any.

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I Will Make You Believe You Are Lovely

Brendon making an insecure, trouble ridden reader feel loved <3

(Y/N/N) = Your Nick Name


You sit on the couch, snuggled up next to Pete watching Captain America: Winter Soldier, waiting for Brendon to come back. You lean against him and he wraps his arm around your shoulders and rests his right ankle on his left knee.

“When did they like exchange addresses? How’d he even know where Sam lives?” Pete asks out loud.

“Shut up and watch the movie.” You laugh a little. You hear the door open and close but you’re too comfy and engrossed in the film to move. The sound of keys being placed on the table makes you look over and see Brendon, standing with a wrinkled forehead.

“Um…hi.” He says, confusedly. Pete looks over and nods.

“Oh hey, man.” He replies. You hear  Brendon walk into the kitchen and pour himself a glass of scotch. Pete gets a text and reads it before sighing.

“Alright, I gotta go.” You whine and pull him back down on the couch.

“Nooo, don’t leave.” He laughs and stands back up.

“Your Man Candy’s back, I don’t need to babysit you anymore.” He stretches and ruffles your hair.

“Alright, (Y/N/N). I’ll see you later.” You pout as he grabs his keys and puts on his shoes.

“See ya!” Pete yells. Brendon replies by yelling ‘Bye!’.

He winks at you before shutting the door behind him. You roll your eyes and lock the door, laughing at little at him.

When you turn around, you see Brendon strolling into the room, finishing off his glass. He sets it on the table before walking over to you. You expect a hug or a kiss but it’s neither of the two. He slams his hands on the wall behind you, pressing his body against yours. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him. You see his tattooed arms on either side of your head and you smirk, wrapping your arms around his waist and sticking your hands in the back pockets of his black skinny jeans.

“You enjoy your little date with Pete?” You roll my eyes.

“Brendon…” you whine.

“You were all nice and cozy, weren’t you.” He growls lowly.

“'Fuck outta here.” You smirk and chuckle. He slaps his hand against the wall.

(Y/N/N)?” He asks incredulously. You just giggle at his jealousy.

“Fuck no.” He grabs your face with his hands and aggressively connects your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth as your lips move in perfect sync. You pull your hands out of his back pockets and snake them up his back and into his hair. You tug on it a little which causes a moan to escape his mouth. He pats the back of your thigh twice notifying you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. His large hands automatically grab your ass, kneading it through your thin shorts as he carries you upstairs, peppering your neck with kisses. He sucks on your sweet spot which makes you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, Bren.” He practically kicks down the bedroom door and places you on the bed. You shiver underneath his tall figure that hovers over you. Brendon pulls his shirt over his head, the small breeze giving you a whiff of his scent. He reattaches your lips as he slides your shorts off leaving you only in your t-shirt and underwear. He snakes his right hand under your shirt while the other unbuttons his pants. You let out a moan as he caresses your chest, your heart rate speeding up. Your mind begins to flood with thoughts.

‘Is this really about to happen?’

‘What will he think when he sees me with my clothes off?’

‘Will he take one look and get disgusted?’

'Will he just leave after he realizes there’s nothing to chase anymore?’

Suddenly, he stops and sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair. He lets out a completely humorless chuckle.

“Why’d you stop?” You sit up on your elbows, looking at the shirtless man confusedly.

“I can’t do it. I saw that…that look in your eyes of…hesitation. Anxiety.” He says, looking down. You sit all the way up.

“What? No, I was fine. I-”

“No, (Y/N)! You were shaking. I told you, I’m not gonna go that far until you’re ready.” He says, raising his voice a bit. You sigh, trying to convince yourself that he’s wrong but find it impossible.

“You’re right. I-I’m sorry.” You drop your head and cover your face as your eyes begin to burn with oncoming tears.

“No, no, no. Babe, why are you crying?” Brendon leans forward and pushes a strand of hair out of your face. You turn away from his touch and take a deep breath.

“We’ve been together for over a year and…” You inhale, trying to regain the strength in your wavering, cracking, voice. It didn’t work.  

“I’m still too fucking insecure a-and pathetic to give you what you deserve, Brendon. You’ve put up with my bullshit for 15 whole months and  I still can’t even….” You trail off into tears. He wraps his arms around you and moves so he’s sitting on your left.

“Babe, first of all: bipolar disorder is not bullshit, alright. It’s one hundred percent real. And on top of that you’ve been dealing with like, super severe anxiety which I’ve told you before, I know what it’s like and it sure as hell ain’t easy.” He sits in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“Second of all: You don’t owe me a damn thing, baby girl, alright? And I know you don’t believe me when I say this but you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I think you’re absolutely perfect and I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes. Because you’re fucking worth it, (Y/N). I need you more than anything or anyone in the entire world and I promise to love and protect you with my entire being for the rest of my life.”

You grab onto Brendon, holding onto him for dear life. No one has ever said anything to you that has totally and completely left you speechless.

“I love you….so fucking much. I don’t know how I’d live without you.” You mumble into his shirt. He holds you in his arms and kisses your temple before resting his chin on the top of your head. It’s silent for a short moment until Brendon speaks up.

“(Y/N)?” He mumbles into your hair.

“Yeah?” You sniffle against his chest.

“Will….” He pauses for a second.

“Will you marry me?” Your heart drops. You pull away from him and look him in the eye. He’s grinning like an idiot.

“Brendon….are you- are you fucking with me right now?” You can feel tears coming on as he shakes his head. Your eyes widen as his smile does the same.

“Of course, Brendon! Yes, holy shit.” You start crying all over again. You wrap your arms around his torso and he adorably giggles as you push him on his back, straddling his waist. You attach your lips to his and they move in sync, slowly and passionately until you finally pull away for air.

“I love you, Brendon.” You smile, resting your head on his chest. He rubs your back.

“I love you too, Gorgeous. And I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I can’t wait to call you mine forever.”


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