getting tired of losing people

The whole James Roberts/Megatron controversy is wayyy overblown and people are treating James Roberts like he’s writing Megatron as if he never did anything wrong but let’s not forget the following points:

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Pansexuality!!! Is not the same!!! As bisexuality!!! They are separate and individual identities!!!!
- And do you know what is the worst? The worst is that one day you lose hope. Because you get tired of chasing the people you want to spend your mornings, days, evenings and nights with. Because they get tired of how much you love them. Because in the end, you don’t want to be pushed aside anymore. Because, somewhere deep inside, you realise there isn’t going to be a beautiful love story. That it’s always going to be you in the rain, walking gingerly on that thin brink of a pavement so you don’t fall into the water and talking to his back in in the mids of all the wind and rain:
“Are you sure I did not offend you?”
And him turning around, his hair black and almost blue, his eyes closing as the raindrops fall on them and he laughs at you until you think you’re dying because his laughter is the multiplied suffering you are going through.
“You’ve always imagined things, Manya. Things that have never been true. Things I don’t even remember.”
I don’t know why in all my life I’ve never been treated otherwise. But something tells me it’s always going to be like that.
—  my head
Writing prompts.

Send me a number and a character!

1. “Please don’t go, don’t leave me here!”

2. “Why do you care? It’s not like we’re friends or anything.”

3. “But I really need this A!”

4. “Is this really happening?”

5. “I just wanted someone to notice me.”

6. “Sometimes it’s good to be scared because it means you still have something to lose…”

7. “I can’t lose you. I won’t survive and that’s your fault. You made me love you. You let me in.”

8. “Why didn’t you try harder? You just left.”

10. “I don’t want to look at you when I know I can’t be with you.”

11. “So you hate me now too? Join the club.”

12. “I’m never good enough, no matter what I say, no matter what I do.”

13. “You want to know what happened to me? You! You happened to me.”

14. “You took a piece of me, and I let you.”

15. “I love you and im always going to love you, but I don’t want to love you! I want to be happy.”

16. “Please don’t chase me anymore unless you’re ready to catch me.”

17. “I’m not alright! Okay? Are you satisfied? I’m not alright.”

18. “I’m not going to say goodbye to you again, do you understand me?”

19. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me hate you?”

20. “The problem is that I don’t think I can stop thinking about you.”

21. “I thought you were different, obviously I was wrong.”

22. “I loved you through everything and you don’t even care!”

23. “Go ahead, laugh at the girl who cares too much.”

24. “Please don’t leave me.”

25. “I’m mad at you because I love you!”

26. “I’m getting really tired of losing people.”

27. “You’re leaving because it’s easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.”

28. “Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

29. “Nothing about us feels right anymore.”

30. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

31. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life!”

32. “What?” “Nothing, I’m just glad I met you.”

33. “I want my best friend back.”

34. “No, I’m going to change your life. I’m that girl.”

35. “I know I may do a lot of stupid shit, but I am a lot closer to finding someone than you are.”

36. “I just need you to stop being so nice to me unless you’re gonna marry me after.”

37. “You’re either with me or you’re not. You can’t just come and go as you please.”

38. “Even though I know you’re lying, I still almost believe you.”

39. “You saved me from myself.”

40. “You’re constantly leaving me.”

41. “I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work.”

42. “I came here to win you back, and dammit, I’ll do whatever I have to.”

43. “Just stop lying to me for once!”

44. “What are you doing here?”

45. “Is this it? Is this the end of us?”

46. “I messed up.”

47. “Please, just do this for me.”

48. “I don’t even know you.”

49. “You’re the one who put me back together.”

50. “Please don’t give up on me.”

I Thought You Were Different (Part 2)  (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 1

Request:  #29 Steve and reader please “Nothing about us feels right anymore.

”26. “I’m getting really tired of losing people.” Steve

She was standing next to him.  She was touching him.  But she was looking at you.

“(Y/N), I think you should come with me,” Bruce said quietly, grabbing your arm and pulling against your resistance as you fought to maintain your position.  “(Y/N)…”

You pulled your arm from his grip with a quick motion, swinging it through and across your body with your fist tightly clenched.  “What is she doing here?”  Even in your own head, your voice didn’t sound like yours, full of venom and a coldness that brought Steve to attention.  He had never heard this before, and though he may never admit it openly, it terrified him.

“I know you’re angry…” Wanda began, but you didn’t really want an answer from her.

“Angry doesn’t begin to cover it,” Bruce interjected.  “We’re way past that.  I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.  Well, whatever life she leaves for me, that is.”

“Banner, you’re only making this worse.  This doesn’t involve you,” Steve snapped, “so please, and I say this as politely as I can, stay the fuck out of it.”

Tony’s head shot up from behind his workstation, his mouth agape at the Captain’s words.  It had only been a matter of days since the ‘language’ transgression, and for this to happen was completely out of character. Always one to push boundaries, Tony took the bait.


An audible groan came from Bruce, a repressed snort from Clint as he came up the stairs, and a low growl from Steve through his clenched teeth.  “Do you think this is funny?”

“I think it is, yes.” From the safer spot behind a tall computer, Tony tested the limits of Steve’s temper.  “We’re in the middle of what could be global destruction, and you’re having a childish fit because the witch messed with your head and (Y/N) has the nerve to want to help you.  Man, how dare she?”

“Tony,” you interrupted, raising your hand to stop him, “this has nothing to do with you.  Just let it go.”

“Well we wouldn’t be in this position at all if you hadn’t played with something that you don’t understand.”  Steve took a few steps towards Tony, looking around the room at what he and Bruce had been doing with the cradle.  When you saw him move, you hurried towards him reflexively, not sure what you would even do to stop him if you had to.  “Shut it down.”


“Steve,” you barked out, jumping in front of him when he began to charge towards Tony again.  “Stand down.”  You pressed your hands against his chest, pushing back against him but struggling to plant your feet firmly enough to hold any ground.  “Rogers, if you touch him, I will shoot you.”

You couldn’t help but sigh with relief when that got his attention, but your relief was short-lived.  When Steve looked down at you his eyes were full of fire and anger; there was none of the gentle Steve in the eyes that you looked into the first thing every morning and the last thing every night. This Steve was ready to see you try it.

“What did you just say?”

Your mouth opened to reply, but nothing happened.  You had just threatened your Captain, beyond even considering your relationship.  His eyes were boring into you, waiting for your answer, and just when you were about to relent and step away, the words came tumbling out.  “I said, I will shoot you.  If you touch Tony, or anyone else in this room other than ‘resting witch face’ over there…” you sneered towards Wanda, “…in a way that I deem as a threat, you’ll hit the floor before you even see my hand move. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Everyone in the room was silent, looking at each other in confusion to confirm that they had all heard the same thing.  Everyone except you and Steve.  Your eyes were locked on each other in a challenge, waiting for someone to break. So many words were said between you without a sound; the emotions flooding over you were almost too much and all you wanted was to tell him that it would be okay.  That you would do anything just to make this be done; to go back to the way things used to be.

“But you understand something, (Y/N),” he said very quietly, only making his anger feel more powerful and more in control.  “What’s going on here,” he pointed between the two of you, “ends right now.”


The door to your quarters flew open so forcefully that you thought for sure it would break, but Tony’s building held.  Steve entered first, throwing the shield on the ground without a care to where it landed, ripping his gloves off and throwing them to a table across the room. He stood at the foot of your shared bed, resting his hands on his hips and waiting for someone to begin.  The silence hung over the room like lead, pressing down on you until you couldn’t take it anymore and finally gave in.

Nothing about us feels right anymore.  Even before all of this and that damn girl.”

“And that’s my fault?” he scoffed

“I didn’t say that, did I?”

“Well it kinda sounds like that’s what you meant.”  Steve let out a long and defeated sigh, heavily dropping back to sit on the edge of the bed, resting forward on his legs and watching you to make a move.  “So what do we do now, (Y/N)?”

You looked at his face to try to read what he was maybe thinking, but he wasn’t giving you any clues. Did he really want you to make this decision?  Was he really handing the power over to you so easily?  Why didn’t he have any fight in him?  

“I think we need to take some time,” you said quietly with a small nod for your decision.  “I think we need to focus on this job, and take some time apart.”

Steve sat up straight with a surprised reaction that quickly shifted to resolve.  It pissed you off that he wasn’t putting up an argument for you or your relationship, and that he seemed to be rolling over so easily.  “How long?” he asked, watching you for an answer. When none came, you just looked at each other, holding your gaze for only a moment, but realizing that you both already knew the answer.  

Slowly, he stood and walked towards you, pausing for a moment at your side before shifting and moving past.  He stopped at the door, resting his hand against the frame and only glancing back at you over his shoulder before exiting to leave you there alone.

I’m getting really tired of losing people, (Y/N).  I never thought that you would be one of them.”

Part 3

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hiatus note

alright, I guess this means tumblr hiatus for I don’t even know how long.

I don’t have the time or energy right now to keep this blog updated when tumblr doesn’t even bring me much joy anymore like it used to. it all got boring and repetetive to me, maybe that’ll change with some time of not being here. but as it is I’ve been barely active for a year now anyway, so I doubt my absence will be even noticed much.

until then!

Surprise (Avengers/Guardians of the Galaxy x reader)

Request: Can you do one where the reader was an Avenger but got lost in space and saved by the Guardians of the Galaxy and they end up back on earth and she introduces the Guardians to the Avengers?

I’m sorry it took so long!  I hope it’s at least worth the wait!

“Quill, seriously. Any change in music would be great. Don’t you ever get sick of the same songs over and over?”

He looked like he had been slapped in the face, his mouth agape and eyes wide.  “How dare you challenge the musical tastes of the mighty Star Lord!”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Come on!”

“No.  We’ve been over this a million times.”

“Gamora does.  She thinks it’s sexy.”  He stood with his chin in the air, doing his best to look dignified in his supposed win.

“Gamora says it to shut you up.”  Your head was thrust forward as a large fruit hit you from behind.  “Ow, what the hell?  Who did that?”  Rubbing the impacted spot, you spun around to find the guilty party.

“I am Groot.”

You rolled your eyes, “helpful, Groot, thanks.  Hey, rodent! Was it you?”

“It’s Rocket, for the last time, princess.  And no, I’m not a coward.  You would know if it was me.”  He turned on his heel to point behind him, where you saw your friend kneeling behind a storage crate.

As she slowly stood, Gamora put her hands on her hips, looking at you with judging eyes.  “So much for females sticking together, (Y/N).”

“Wait, wait, wait!  So you don’t think it’s sexy?”  Peter rubbed his hand across his chin and lowered his head. “Well that’s just embarrassing.” His head perked up, pointing at you with excitement.  “You might just change your mind yet, (Y/N)!  I’ve got a surprise for you…but only if you say it.”  Smiling with victory, he was clearly pleased with himself at this.

Skeptical, you took a step towards him with your arms crossed.  “What surprise is that?”

“Say it.”

“Tell me.”

“Nope.”  He turned away, sitting in the cockpit of the ship and looking out the window as if no longer interested in the win.  “The stars sure are beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Please…tell me…Star Lord”  The name was mumbled and barely audible; you hoped he would accept that as enough to move on.

The chair turned slowly, revealing Peter looking curiously at you, his hand cupped around his ear. “I’m sorry.  I don’t think I heard you.  Could you please repeat that for the group to hear?  They seem very interested in what you have to say.”

You gave a deep sigh, resigning yourself to defeat.  Closing your eyes and clenching your jaw, you stepped forward, nearly touching him. “Please tell me what surprise you have, Star Lord, sir.”

“Atta girl.”  He gave you a firm punch in the arm, tipping you off your balance just a bit.  “I’m taking you home.”


It had been almost a year since you had been lost, with every search for you turning up nothing, not even a trace.  The Avengers tower felt emptier without you there, darker and quieter without the sounds of your laughter that kept the team balanced amongst the missions that drained them.  Steve was taking it the hardest, losing you during a mission that he was in command of. Even though other members of the team felt it was time, he wouldn’t take down your room until he had proof that you were gone for good.  

Steve sat in the lounge, as he did after every mission since you were lost, holding an empty beer bottle and slowly peeling the label away.  As he reached over the bar to grab another, Clint dropped into the chair next to him.  

“So, Cap.  What’s going on with you?  You gotta work thru this, man.”

Steve handed Clint a beer before grabbing his own, popping the caps from each with his bare hand. “I’m just really tired of losing people, Barton.  It never gets easier, ya know?”  He looked forward as he drank, not wanting to make eye contact for fear of what Clint might see in them.

“Yeah, I get that,” Clint began slowly, “but Steve, hanging on to it for this long doesn’t make it any easier either.”  He put his hand up when Steve motioned to speak again.  “I know, Cap.  I know how you feel about her.  We all do, okay.  Let’s just get that out in the open.”

Nodding his head slowly, Steve put his head in his hands and took a deep breath.  “Okay, you guys could have let me in on that.  I’ve never been good at-“

He stopped when your arms wrapped around his torso from behind, whispering to him so he wouldn’t startle.  “Steve, it’s me.”  You released your grip so he could turn to face you.  The team was behind you, pleased with themselves in that they helped you surprise him.  Clint gave him a firm slap to the shoulder and stood to walk away with the others, giving you time alone.

“How…When…How did you…?” Steve was at a complete loss at the sight of you, actually here in front of him, real and alive.  He pulled you to him, his hands in your hair, and kissed you as if you had been gone for a lifetime.  

“Ahem.”  Peter was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, waiting for the big ‘thank you’ for returning you home.  “If I had known this was the welcome you were gonna get, I would have dropped you off a hell of a lot sooner.”

Steve startled and you pulled back, straightening your hair.  “Um, Steve Rogers, this is Peter Quill.”  Steve stood and extended his hand.  “Hello, Peter.  So you’re the one who brought her back to me…I mean, us?”

“Star Lord.”

“Excuse me?”  Steve looked to you and back to him, confused.

“Name’s Star Lord.”

You scoffed, not believing he would push that stupid name at a time like this.  “No, Quill, not now.  No one here is gonna call you that, trust me.”

“Hey, Star Lord.”  Tony appeared next to him, a hand on his shoulder. “Your friends look like it’s been a long trip.  Would you like to stay and have dinner with us?  Have a little ‘get to know ya’ party?”  Shooting Tony a stern glare, you threw your hands up in defeat as Peter turned to you, exhilarated.

“Yes!  Finally!”  His eyes opened wide, reaching into his pack excitedly.

“I’ve got the perfect party music!”

Fate - Epilogue

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You hurried your steps as your eyes fell once more towards your out-stretched arms trying to look at your watch. You were not going to miss your flight again- this week. You’ve missed your flight twice just this week and honestly, it was getting redundant and a waste of money; despite the fact that you had a lot of money to spare. This was the least productive ways to spend it. You tugged onto your luggage faster and quickly apologised as you bumped into a man whom looked at you with narrowed eyes as your shoulder collided his and as you passed him, you felt your luggage running over his foot but for your self-purpose; you ignored it. You weren’t going to turn around to apologise again and be given the same shady look.

You weren’t about that life.

You quickly lined up behind an old man waiting to check in your bag and you tapped your feet nervously against the floor as you waited for your turn. It wasn’t that you were late but more that you were traumatised at how many times you’ve missed a flight just this week. It made you uneasy and anxious.

You sighed out once you saw the sign of your gate; gate seven.

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It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realise that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.


My life 

"The Walking Dead" Starters

“I don’t cry anymore.”

“Everyone’s got a job to do.”

“Get over yourself. You’re not the only one who’s lost something today.”

“We’re not splitting up again.”

“I know you look at me and just see another dead ___.”

“Is that what you think?”

“What do you want from me?”

“You’re gonna miss me so bad when I’m gone.”

“It’s not over until they’re all dead.”

“Nobody’s gotta die today.”

“There’s still good people out there.”

“The way I see it, the good ones don’t survive.”

“What changed your mind?”

“I may be the one walking away, but you’re the one that’s leaving.”

“No matter what anyone says, no matter what you think; you are not safe.”

“You kill, or you die.”

“Would it kill you to have a little faith?”

“One wrong wrong move and you get an arrow in the ass.”

“When you care bout people, hurt is kind of part of the package.”

“The pain doesn’t go away, you just make room for it.”

“People with nothing to hide don’t usually feel the need to say so.”

“What do you want from me, ___?”

“Let’s burn it down.”

“I’m just tired of losing people.”

“Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.”

“Man, I’m gonna get shit-faced drunk. again.”

“ Maybe these people need somebody like me around, huh? Do their dirty work. The bad guy.”

“Why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?”

“Why don’t you say what’s really on your mind?”

“I ain’t no one’s bitch.”

anonymous asked:

This "exposure" that whatculture is giving her is what makes her lose steam. Too much exposure makes people get tired of you and call you overrated. It was fun at first when she was "private" but now it's predictable and boring. Her plain and basic looks also gives away that she isn't anything special just a white woman using people


captainbunnicula  asked:

For the anon sad that the fandom is shrinking: I am a member of the "why stay here" mindset, so a few reasons from me personally. Here's the thing, Shirley's right, even though I liked 9-10 they were not high points and s11-12 ARE trying to make up for that. But here's the thing; in my mind, it's too little too late. I keep seeing people praising season 12 but like...I'm pretty bored. Why? Because I'm still Cas-starved, the family issues that existed in s1 are still absolutely there, 1/?

And I still don’t feel like I have representation. Couple that with “monsters” (read: fucked up humans) that are kind of not interesting (if I want to read stories about assholes I’ll pick up a newspaper) and I feel kind of like one of those people who are sure the illuminati exists, combing through each frame for scraps of meta/parallels/character development, and once I find that I feel like I have to present it as if I’m giving a thesis. Frankly it’s exhausting and not worth my time. 2/?

PLUS ALSO, I have no place to speak because I am not a writer, but as an audience member I can say that the overarching season story is ?????? I just don’t care about it, because they don’t make me care. In earlier seasons it was like a prominent plot point, but in the later seasons (starting maybe as early as 6 but I would say 8 definitely) the writing is like B at best, and the main storyline is broken up in such a way that I forget to care about it until that one scene where they go“OH ALSO A THING, REMEMBER?“ 

(Sorry Shirley I’m not done yelling but I have to break for a sec. be back soon!)

-after a brief interlude- okay so anyway yeah basically I’m just bored and the individual episodes this season are amusing, but they don’t make me care what happens next. I’m still in the fandom as far as reading fic and stuff, I just don’t find the show super engaging right now. Now I’m done!

Hahaha! Let it all out, dear. :p 

I’m passing it on to the anon, but I also wanna say that once again the issue that basically comes up is one of the main reasons the show can’t grow or evolve; they absolutely /refuse/ to change the formula. We had this discussion when Mary left abruptly, we’ve had this discussion about Cas, but also about Kevin/Charlie, etc. Because nobody gets to stick around because they refuse to change the formula at all costs.

Not changing the formula also is the main reason for your complaints about the main plot; Every season there has to be a X number MOTW episodes, putting the main plot on hold for random reasons until suddenly three episodes later; oh yes, this thing is also still happening. But it doesn’t feel urgent or pressing at all, because hey, they barely mentioned the thing for weeks now, it can’t be that concerning huh? 

Add to that your remark about being Cas starved; this show actually has plenty of interesting characters that are easy to like, but the problem is (again, because the formula mustn’t ever change) if the character you’re most invested in isn’t Sam or Dean (whether it’s Jody, or Donna, or Claire, or Cas, or Charlie back when they hadn’t killed her off yet), you’re pretty much gonna be starved for the entirety of the show.

Most shows that I watch have like 3-4 leads who are all equal when it comes to screen-time/importance, but also like 6-8 main characters to back them up who are around for most episodes, and who all interact with each other on a regular basis. This is what keeps shows interesting, because even if you don’t like every relationship that’s formed on the show (whether it be friendship or romance), there’s always going to be another one that you /are/ invested in, and seeing as on most shows all of these relationships frequently get their day in the sun, that’s what keeps people around; there’s something there for everyone.

Yet here you are looking at the same main relationship for 12 years now, no one is allowed to get in, not really, and it’s only logical that a lot of viewers eventually get tired of that and lose interest in watching the same two people fight and make up again for 12 seasons straight. 

Even if seasons 11/12 are better than what came before that (which most fans agree they are), watching only one relationship for 12 years will get repetitive to even the most patient viewer, so it isn’t any wonder that the fandom (at least online) is slowly getting smaller and smaller, because if they don’t change a thing, time is their worst enemy; more and more fans will inevitably get bored and look for other shows/fandoms to put their time and energy into. 


Let’s just say that I understand why people are looking around and slowly falling in love with other shows or fandoms, and there is no shame in that. Although it’s also a little sad, because even though SPN is 12 years old already, some minor changes to the original formula to switch it up a little would probably be enough to let the storylines and characters develop in a more natural way (go where the story takes them, so to speak), and to keep more fans around and interested in discussing the show online. 

Ah well, c’est la vie. :p

Closed Book (Part One)

Pairing: ReaderXDaryl (The Walking Dead)

Request: First let me say the I love the stories done here (especially Lone Wolf).  I was thinking, could you do a story with the Reader/Daryl in Alexandria? The reader would be someone who knew Rick and Carl before (maybe an emergency operator Sheriff Dept) but she refuses to let anyone close. (like Daryl she’s tired of losing people).  Her get it done/stay away attitude gets Daryl’s notice and their arguments are epic, until they accidentally get stuck alone out recruiting? (smut ok) will leave up to U

A/N: this will be a two parter story!!

Written By: Claire

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), is that you?” you heard an extremely familiar voice ask from behind you, making you jump and hit your head on the top of the car trunk you had been rummaging through.

“Shit.” you muttered, rubbing your head as you turned around to see who had called your name.

It was Rick Grimes, the sheriff of the Alexandria police department, a police department that you had worked at before the world went to shit. You had been an emergency operator there for two long years. It wasn’t your dream job but you were paid well and as a ‘fresh-out-of-college’ hatchling you needed money more than anything else. Your desk was right across from Rick’s and naturally seeing as you both were sociable people you became good friends and it wasn’t long before you were acquainted with everyone in the Grimes family, especially Carl who you had even baby sat a few times.

“No freaking way.” you chuckled, a smile coming to your face as the pain in your head disappeared at the sight of your old friends still alive and kicking.

“(Y/N)!” Carl shouted, the child in him coming out momentarily as he ran up to you and embraced you tightly, you hugging back just as hard.

“Out of all the people from Alexandria who are still alive, not going to lie, I’m not surprised you’re one of them.” Rick chuckled walking over to you and hugging you as well after Carl had released you.

“Didn’t even realize I was in Alexandria again until I saw Ted’s Breakfast Diner.” you smiled, pointing down the road a bit in the direction of the restaurant which had always been packed with people. “Who are all your little gang members?” you asked, nudging your head towards the small group that had been standing silently behind Rick and Carl.

“Glen, Daryl, Maggie, and Carol, the rest are all back at our camp.” Rick introduced, pointing to each person as he said their names. “What about you? Where are your people?”

“6 feet under.” you spoke calmly. “Buried the last one a few days ago. Camp got overrun one night, I was in the van asleep, woke up next morning with the group leader gnawing on my boot.”

“Anyone special to you?” Rick asked, slightly already knowing the answer. You shook your head no. “Of course, because no one can get close to (Y/N).” you sighed, looking at you with sad eyes.

“In a world like this, it’s what keeps me alive.” you explained, however even before the apocalypse you were a sort of loner. You never liked people getting close to you. You were a closed book since you were a kid, never talking about anything too personal in your private life.

“Well you’re with us now.” Rick spoke firmly, as if you entering the group was not up for discussion.

“Hold on Rick.” the man who had been introduced as Daryl spoke up. “She’s another mouth to feed and another person’s weight to carry.”

“I carry my own weight.” you said calmly. “I’m not some valley girl who doesn’t want to break a nail.”

“Really? Cause you look like it.” Daryl snapped back.

“Sorry I’m not tatted up with the sleeves ripped off my shirt and a crossbow over my shoulder, didn’t realize you needed accessorize to kick ass when you need to.” you spoke back just as harshly.

“Okay you two, stop. Daryl, she’s coming with us whether you like it or not.” Rick interrupted, not wanting a fight to break out between the two of you, knowing you both too well to know it wouldn’t end well.

“Fine but don’t come crying to me when little Miss. Sunshine gets her ass bit by a walker.” Daryl steamed, his eyes glaring at you. You just smiled back innocently, knowing it pissed him off even more.

Please don't get tired of me
  • It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don't bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it's my fault sometimes. But then I realized that people never stay in my life. And there's nothing I can do about it.

26. “I’m getting really tired of losing people.”

Pair : Dean x Reader

Warnings : Angst, cursing?

Requested by @iiharu-kunii & Anon


It’s been a week since the death of Charlie, and yet you still felt like your entire world had stopped.

She was your best friend. The only person, other than the boys, you could talk too. The person who understood you and your weird obsession with movies and shows.

And now she’s gone. Forever.

It felt like a boulder had smacked right into you. Like someone had stabbed you in your chest a thousand times. It was more than just an emotional pain, it was physical.

You never left your room. You couldn’t find the strength to get out of bed, or even eat.

The boys didn’t know what to do. Every night, they’d hear the familiar whimper from your room. Your soft screeches and sniffles echoed around the bunker. It killed them to know how much you were hurting.

And finally, Dean couldn’t handle it any longer.

He stormed over to your room, and kicked the door in, breaking the lock that kept them from entering.

You shot up, wiping the tears from your cheek and furrowing your brows. “What the hell Dean?!” You yelped.

He made his way over to your bed, clenching his jaw. “Come on, it’s time to get up. This isn’t healthy.”

You shook your head, snuggling back under your comforter. “Just leave me alone.” You whispered.

Usually Dean would leave. But he knew this wasn’t going to help you. Leaving you here alone to cry wasn’t going to get you to move on.

The older winchester tore the blanket off of you, and scooped you up into his arms and threw you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing!? Dean put me down!” You demanded, slapping his back trying to pry yourself out from his grip.

But of course, Dean didn’t budge and he kept walking toward the front door without a single word.

The chilled air hit your skin immediately, causing you to shiver.

“Dean seriously put me down!” You yelled.

“Okay.” He muttered.
You felt yourself slip off of him and your feet reach the cold ground.

He stood directly in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Move.” You stammered, shaking from being cold. “I want to go back inside.”

He shook his head. “No, not until you talk to me.”

You furrowed your brows. “This isn’t funny. Come on, move. I want to go ins-”

“Dammit Y/N, talk to me! What you’re doing in your room isn’t healthy. And it’s killing me to hear you cry like that.” His voice shook at the last word.

You felt the tear begin to well and your stomach twist. Since Charlie’s death, you haven’t talked to anyone. You were scared too.

“I’m fine. Now can we go inside!”

“I’m not stupid. I’ve known you for a long time. You can’t fool me.” He grunted. “Talk to me.”

You felt the anger begin to boil and suddenly an urge to punch someone in the face. “Move.” You gritted through your teeth.

Dean leaned forward, only inches away from your face. “No.”

And just like that, you snapped. You smacked him across his face. But immediately feeling the sudden guilt wash over you.

“I-im so sorry.” You croaked, tears falling.

Dean cleared his throat, clicking his jaw and returning his gaze back to you. “Good. Come on Y/N, let it all out. I’ll be your punching bag.” He muttered.

“I’m fine!”

“No you’re not! Charlie is dead Y/N! She is dead and she isn’t coming back!”

The anger took over you and before you knew it, you collided your hands into his chest, screaming and crying as you slapped his arms, until you fell to the ground, weeping into your hands.

Dean pulled you into him, running his hand through your hair.

“I’m getting really tired of losing people.” You exhaled.

“I know. I am too.” He muttered. Dean cupped your chin, and pulled your face up to his. “But I promise, you won’t lose me or sammy. Okay? We will always be here. And I’ll make damn sure nothing ever happens to us, and to you.”

His words somehow put you at ease, causing the knot in your throat to tighten.

He crashed his lips to yours, taking you by surprise. He tasted of beer and yet, it was refreshing.

Slightly pulling away, he rested his head against yours. “I love you Y/N” he whispered.