his face is so distracting

BATB Characters' Views on Selfies
  • Belle: takes them occasionally to show off particularly happy moments.
  • Adam: does not take them frequently at all. when he does he crowds himself out by pulling in every available person to join him in a group selfie
  • Maurice: takes them from an angle somewhere below his face and always gets distracted halfway through, so they're all blurry and terrible and perfect representations of him
  • Lumiere: takes about 200 every single day. they are all lovingly lit and posed, except for the ones he snapped by accident because he got distracted smiling at Plumette
  • Cogsworth: is very serious about them and very conscientious about angles and lighting. Still somehow always takes them way too close to his face
  • Plumette: plumette's selfies could punch me in the face and i wouldn't care
  • Mrs. Potts: somehow the selfie queen?? everyone is surprised
  • Chip: we all know chip is a meme lord
  • Chapeau: never shows his selfies to anyone but takes really good ones
  • Gaston: ugh
  • LeFou: takes them with Stanley
  • Stanley: takes them with LeFou
  • Cadenza: who needs selfies when Garderobe is taking your picture all the time
  • Garderobe: why take a selfie when your beloved is posting constant videos of you all the time like you're a goddess
  • Frou-Frou: got his paws on Garderobe's phone and filled it with 10,000 terrible pictures of himself
  • The Enchantress: doesn't get this 'selfie' thing and writes angry rants about it for magazines

soldatka  asked:

tbh seb is so #problematic i have a paper to write and he is here, with his face, distracting me

haha right!!!!so did you finish it? if i send you more pix will that just distract you more? 

what you’re done! great!! here ya go

hows this!!!!

“Push” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,011

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request from Anon: Is it possible that you can write a daryl x reader one where the reader is Maggie and beth’s sister and she tries to get Daryl to open up to her? And daryl just keeps pushing her away bc he has feelings for her

Setting: The prison

Warnings: Fluff, occasional swear word

A/N: Super excited for the new episode tonight!


Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

There’s just something about Daryl that intrigues you. The way he presents himself. He’s a quiet man- doesn’t talk much. He stays out of everyone’s way and does his own thing. That just makes you want to know him more. Ever since he and his group showed up at your farm a while ago, you can’t deny to yourself your feelings for him anymore. He was a handsome, strong man. He has a hard exterior but you saw a different side of him after Sophia’s death. He was caring.

The only person he ever really speaks to is Carol or Rick. Sure, he’ll “talk” to other people, but that’s different. You want to be able to talk to him like he talks to Carol, you want it to be deep. You want to get to know him for his true self, not the shut off redneck he makes himself appear to be. If you’re in the same area, you’ll try and start conversation, only getting a mere grunt in response. If it’s a good day and he’s in a chatty mood, he’ll give you a short response. But those days only happen on a rare occasion.

“Mind handing me that gun? I see something.” You say to Daryl as you two patrol the outside of the prison. Rick had put both of you on duty today. Usually it would be Glenn and Daryl, or even Rick himself, but Glenn was out doing a run and Rick was having some… issues dealing with Lori’s death. He was coming to terms with it, he had finally come back from disappearing for a few days, but you could tell he was struggling. So he assigned you to patrol with Daryl today, as you were the only other person available who was as good of a shot as him. Truth is, you were pretty excited to spend time with him.

Daryl handed you the gun, not saying anything as he raised his crossbow. You look into the scope, seeing a walker on the outskirts of the prison. Nothing to worry about- they couldn’t get in.

“False alarm.” You lowered the gun. Daryl grunts and sets his bow onto his back again, walking in front of me.

“What are you thinking about?” You attempt to make conversation, hoping that this day wouldn’t be spent in boring silence.

“None of ‘ya business, that’s what.” He responds. Despite his rude response, you smile- it’s a good day.

“Alright, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you talkin’ to me, Y/N? You’re always with your sisters, you’ve never even tried to talk to me until a few weeks ago.” He asks.

“Why not talk to you?” You shrug, walking faster to catch up to him.

“People like ya don’t talk to people like me.”

“Well what am I doing, then?” You smile up at him. You could’ve sworn you saw the faintest hint of a smile, but if you did, it was gone quickly.

“I’m gonna go take watch on the tower. You got it down here?” His good mood seemed gone. His face seemed strained, like he was rushed to get away from me.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You mumble. Daryl doesn’t say anything as he walks away, leaving you to be alone.

-

Ever since that day, it seems as if Daryl is avoiding you. If he’d walk into a cell and you were in there, he’d turn on his heels and walk away. If he saw you in the halls, he’d walk past you quickly or just find another way to get wherever he was going.

You’d had the end of it. It had been about a month of this, this torture of not knowing what you did to make him hate you.

“I need to talk to you.” You hiss, walking into his cell. He was laying on the bed, seemingly about to go to sleep. He jumped up quickly, his face changing into an emotion you can’t read when he spots you standing at the foot of his bed.

“What do ya want? I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

“I need to talk to you.” You repeat yourself.

“Then talk.”

“Could we possibly go anywhere else?” You look around. Everyone else was still up, walking around and talking to each other. He looks at you, and you think that he’s going to protest, but to your surprise he gets out of his bed. You try to not stare, noticing that he’s in his boxers, but you admittedly let your eyes wander a tiny bit. He quickly puts on his jeans, and you blush thinking that he knew you were admiring him.

You lead him out of the cell block, and into the empty one next to it.

“Why do you hate me, Daryl?” You sigh. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. We finally had a conversation, a good one, at least for you. And ever since then you’ve been ignoring me. I’ve been trying so hard to get to know you, Daryl. There’s not many options of friends here. And all you know how to do is push people away.” You rant. “So, tell me, what did I do? Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate ya.”

“Well you certainly act like it.” You spit. “You walk the other way when you see me coming. That doesn’t scream ‘friendly’ to me.”

“Ya can’t stand there and tell me how I feel! Ya don’t know me, Y/N!”

“You’re right. I don’t know you.” You say with a bit of an attitude. Daryl looks at you, a look of hurt on his face. He shakes his head and stomps out, leaving you to be in there by yourself.

In retrospect, maybe taking him this far to talk wasn’t a great idea. You didn’t exactly know your way around the prison as well as he or Rick did, so trying to find your way back was hard, especially in the night time.

“What the hell happened? You and Daryl just disappeared and then he came back pissed as hell a few minutes ago.” Maggie ran over to you once you finally found your way back.

“I don’t know what happened.” You say truthfully. “He’s confusing.”

“You gotta give him more time. Carol’s made it seem like he’s had a pretty rough past.”

“Yeah.” I walk into my cell. “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.”

-

“Y/N?” A voice whispers to you next to your bed as you sleep. You jump out of bed and grab the person by the neck, an instinct you’ve gained since the apocalypse began.

“Shit, Y/N, it’s just me.”

Daryl.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, letting go of him and sitting back on your bed. It was sometime in the middle of the night, judging by how dark it still was.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, whispering.

“I, uh,” He pauses. “Nothin’. It was stupid.” He begins to walk out, but you grab him by his hand to keep him from moving.

“What’s going on?” You frown, pulling him down to sit next to you on the bed. He hesitates, but gives in and takes a seat.

“I just… I don’ know.” He sighs.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.” You pull him in for a hug, but he goes stiff. You pull away quickly, forgetting that he was iffy about human contact.

“Well, you are welcome to stay in here if you want.” You offer, not thinking that he would accept given the response he just had to your hug. Much to your surprise, he lays down on the other side of the bed. You get underneath the covers, facing your head away from his feet, and drift back to sleep.

At some point in the night, one of you two must have moved around enough to get yourselves in the position that you woke up in.

You were nuzzled up in his chest, with his arm wrapped around you and his leg twisted around yours. You were both covered up in the blankets, so to anyone who walked by, it would certainly look like you two just had a wild night.

You tried to unwrap his arm from around you, but were unsuccessful. He was too damn muscular. You took this chance to admire how attractive he actually was. Normally, you’d see him with a permanent scowl on his face, but now? Now he just looked so innocent.

Your thoughts were distracted by someone coughing at your cell door. You jumped away from Daryl, causing him to wake up as well. His eyes widened when he saw how he was holding you, and he got up quickly.

“Uhh, Daryl, we have to go on a run.” Glenn said awkwardly before walking away.

“I’m sorry for comin’ in here last night.” Daryl mumbled as he got off the bed. “This won’t happen again, was a mistake.”

“Oh.”

And just like that, he was gone again.

-

You have had enough. The avoiding, the “pushing away”, it only got worse since that night in your cell.

“I’m sick and tired of this, Beth. I’m not doing anything wrong.” You scoffed, rocking baby Judith in your arms as she was drinking a bottle.

“I don’t think you’re the problem. I think he’s just dealing with some inner conflicting emotions.”

“Like what?”

“I was with Carol the other day, taking care of Judith while you were off doing god knows what,” Beth started. “I was talkin’ to her about the problems you were having with him. She thinks it’s because he’s in love with you. He hasn’t ever said it out loud, not even to Carol, but she knows him better than anyone else.”

“In love with me?” You raise your eyebrows. “Me? He doesn’t even talk to me.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just the messenger.”

-

Your conversation with Beth stayed in your head all day. If what she was saying was true, Daryl has a real funny way of showing love to someone. Although, considering he had a bad childhood, maybe he just doesn’t know how to show it.

Only one way to find out.

You walk up to the watch tower, knowing that it was Daryl’s night watch time. You open the door to the top to see Daryl sitting there, eyes focused on the land surrounding the prison.

“You shouldn’t be up here.” He grunts.

“I want to be up here.”

“Why?” He finally looks at you.

“You’re confusing me. I hear that you’re in love with me, but then you treat me like-“

“What?” His face freezes. “Who told you?”

“So it’s true?” Your heart flutters.

“Doesn’ matter.” He turns away from you. “Please leave.”

“Tell me.” You walk in front of him, forcing him to face you.

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter, ok? I’m nothin’. I’m no one. You could never-“

You cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. You don’t force more than just a peck, but your insides about melt at the feelings of his lips against yours.

“I love you, too, Dixon.”

Daryl smiled the biggest he’d smiled in a long time at hearing that sentence.

“I’m sorry I was pushin’ you away. I thought I could get rid of my feelings for ya. Thought there was no way you would ever even look at me, been thinkin’ that since the farm, you know. And then you started talking to me, and it freaked me out. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You kissed him again, this time letting it be more than just a peck.

Albus and Scorpius are the kind of couple who actually go to library to study or do homework. Like, really. Scorpius absolutely loves reading, and Albus doesn’t mind at all going with him.

Of course there are the occasional little touches - both reach for the same book, and their hands brush slightly. Or Scorpius needs a haircut so bad because a certain blonde lock keeps falling on his face, and it’s really distracting, so Albus puts that lock behind Scorpius’ ear without warning.

And the smiles. They look up at the same time, and it’s brilliant. (Sometimes Scorpius does this half smile-half smirk thing that makes Albus blush so much)

God, these boys are so beautiful and soft and pure. And so gay for each other.

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bughead fanfiction - one-shot

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“the mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart wants what the heart wants”
-Stephen King

 “What…?”

She doesn’t think she’s heard him right. There is literally no way she’s heard him correctly. Not after all this time—not after everything that’s happened…

Standing at the curb of her driveway, Archie before her, Betty stares, mouth agape at his confession.

I was blind before, Betty. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me this whole time.  

His eyes search hers with a desperation, feet moving forward before his hands rest gently on her shoulders. The gaze he gives her is one she would’ve swooned over months ago, one that would’ve had her knees buckle and her heart stutter, but now—now, she just feels ill. She feels blindsided. Confused and upset.

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5

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

You sighed and tried to proceed with your day as usual. Trying to steer clear from any doubts you might have about that night. You dressed simply, making sure to wear your red scarf just because Jimin’s mom might attend. The season was a bit awry, like it couldn’t decide whether to stay in winter or jump over the fence into spring, but you thought a little cold wouldn’t bother you. So you placed your bet on the budding trees that lined the long way towards the university.

You took this time to silence all thoughts and just focus on the surroundings, but a resonating sound broke through and you were sure it was your heart beating in anticipation as the sudden thought of seeing the person it was beating for intruded your head. You closed your eyes and halted, with a hand over your erratic heart, you tried to calm down. You’ve waited this long. What’s one more night?

The venue was already packed with people when you arrived and luckily, Jimin had reserved a seat for you. As expected, you spotted his mom seating beside the empty seat that was for his dad. Jimin’s dad rarely attended because of his work, so you always took his seat. She saw you just in time and waved at you.

“Y/N-ah!” she smiled gleefully, her eyes twinkling even more when she saw that you were wearing the scarf she made. Her smile somehow always reaffirmed that she was Jimin’s mom. “I guess it’s the two of us again.” She remarked when you sat down. “I haven’t seen Yoongi, he’s not with you?”

You shook your head, quite surprised that Jimin hasn’t told his mom what happened. “No, he’s the assistant musical director for this production, so he’s probably in the tech booth over there.” You pointed towards the general direction of where the said booth would be. “How was your travel here?”

“Oh, you don’t have to ask me all the time. Commuting to Seoul is almost second nature to me. Besides, I was here since yesterday and met some old friends.” She suddenly realized something and turned to you with wide eyes. “Oh, I should’ve taken you with me! Ah, Jimin wouldn’t let me go shopping with you in the past.”

You giggled suddenly recalling stories about Jimin’s mom wanting a daughter, but got Jimin instead. “You can call me anytime! We don’t need his permission anyway.”

Jimin’s mom smiled again, but you saw how her eyes turned somber as she turned towards the stage. The lights have been dimmed and a round of applause and hollers echoed in the auditorium. You felt her hand on your wrist and you turned to look at her, but she remained straight-faced as she stared at the empty stage. “I’m going to count on that. I’ll need your company when Jimin’s gone.”

You froze, waiting for second to verify if you heard it right. “What do you mean?”

With eyes as wide as yours, it was her turn to look at you. “He didn’t tell you? He received an offer to join a dance company in New York.”

Chills travelled through your whole body, but you tried to remain calm and collected. “H-He hasn’t told me yet.” You murmured as you tried to be comfortable in your seat again. “When is he leaving?”

“Well, he hasn’t accepted it yet, but if he does… He’ll be leaving right after he graduates. Roughly around 10 months to a year?” The older woman also seem to be in the same state of jumbled emotions as you were because on one hand, her son is fulfilling his dream, but on the other, he’ll be on the other side of the world.

“That’s not a lot of time left.” You commented, shifting in your seat for the third time in the past minute. “How long will he be staying there?”

“We also don’t know, but he says that he will have to train for at least a year before he could get any vacations.” Jimin’s mom sighed and sent you a forced smile. “But what can we do, right?”

“Right. What can we do?” you echoed softly.

Namjoon’s booming voice snapped you out of your reverie as he opened the program. A beautiful lady stood beside him as his co-host and you recognized her as an alumnae who was also part of the dance club. You looked at him and smiled, somehow feeling at ease that he was standing as tall and proud as ever, especially now that he’s running for student council president.

The first performers stood on stage and you took this chance to steal a little bathroom break. You kept your head low, so as not to disturb the other audience. Unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of eyes followed.

You washed your hands and fixed your hair, sighing deeply whenever you recalled the bomb that Jimin’s mom had dropped on you. Your eyes were trained on the floor, deep in thought, when you exited the restroom that you bumped into someone and staggered backwards.

The other person caught your arm and immediately helped you stand upright. “You never change, do you?”

“Joonie…” you meet his eyes for the first time in many weeks. “I mean… Namjoon-ssi, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be hosting?”

“Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” His request back then was so clear that you can hear it even when he was standing in front of you with his lips sealed.

“It’s fine, I won’t need to say anything for at least another 15 minutes.” He was casually leaning on the wall opposite from where you stood. With your hands behind you, you could only stare at him and how he seem to have gotten even more handsome, with his sleeked back hair and signature glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “How have you been? I heard about what happened with Yoongi.”

“You did? Wow, news really does fly around.” You commented and realized just how nonchalant your remark was. You snuck a glance at him only to find that he was giggling.

“You’re still funny.”

“You’re still…” Charming as ever? “…you.”

“’Course I am.” He smirked and added. “I mean, I need to be, right? I’m running for president.”

You crossed your arms, leaning your weight on one foot. “You finally did it, huh? What convinced you?”

“You?” he covered his face in embarrassment. “I needed a distraction, a strong one, so that I could move on from you.”

You opened your mouth to object, but decided that he had every right to say whatever he wanted after what you did to him. “That worked out well, then.”

“Yeah, it did.” He glanced at his watch. “It was nice talking to you again, Y/N. Will you vote for me?” He asked playfully as he started walking back.

You followed, a few steps behind him. “I thought you didn’t want us to be friends?”

He suddenly stopped and you were quick enough this time not to bump into him. “I never said that. I just didn’t want you to ask me to be your friend.”

In your head, you wanted to argue that it was the exact same thing, but when he continued, all of your lingering thought dissipated.

“But I can ask you. Let’s be friends, Y/N. I realized that I value you a lot as a friend too and throwing that away would be such a waste. Who knows, your vote might make all the difference.” When you gave him a look that asked if he was being friendly because of the elections, he snickered again. “I’m kidding about the voting part but seriously, let’s be friends again.”

He extended a hand and you hesitated, but eventually placed your hand in his to shake it. “Okay.”

“But let’s take it slow, okay?” he winked and turned to walk back into the venue. He raised a hand to wave at you without looking back. “I’ll see you in the office again on Monday.”

You expected a heavy feeling in your heart, one that sometimes called itself guilt, but relief washed over you like an unexpected summer shower. Namjoon was willing to put everything behind and become your friend again. How can you feel anything else but joy?

You returned to your seat and watched the rest of the show, including Jimin’s piece during which his mom cried. After the show, Jimin’s mom had dragged you to meet her son, but when she went ahead of you and hugged Jimin, you realized that they haven’t seen each other in a while and decided to give them some privacy.

You wandered off and unintentionally found Yoongi talking to individuals who wore somewhat similar clothing to his. You perched yourself on a nearby chair and watched as the men gave Yoongi sleek business cards. In an effort to repair your strange relationship, as you’ve promised yourself that you would, you approached him and tried to peek at the cards. “Who were those people?”

“None of your business, nosey pants.” He flattened his palm on your face and pushed you away, something he had always done before the whole ruckus.

“Come on, just let me have a peek.” He sighed and gave you the cards. “Big Hit Entertainment?!” you exclaimed and caught the attention of several people. “Are they asking you to be an idol?”

“Of course not, they’re bringing me in as a PD.” He replied, stuffing the cards in his pocket.

You gasped dramatically and Yoongi rolled his eyes at you. “WHAT? They really said that? Isn’t it your dream to be a music PD?”

He shrugs. “If I’m making music, then I guess so.”

You smiled at him and he couldn’t help but return it because you genuinely looked so happy for him. You pulled him into a hug and whispered, “If you’re happy then I’m happy, Yoongi.”

Hearing you reassure him and call his name made his heart hurt a little, but he knew that you meant it well, so he couldn’t help but say the same thing as he patted your back, “If you’re happy then I’m happy too. I found another key to my happiness. I hope you find yours soon.”

“I will.” You promised. “Want to walk home together?”

“There’s an after party and I’m forced to come because apparently, graduates cannot be exempted. Won’t you be coming?”

You traced your eyes over where you last saw Jimin and his mom only to find him smothered with people, mostly girls. You returned to meet Yoongi’s gaze and said, “I think I’ll pass this time. I’m trying to avoid any more drunken incidents.”

He snorted. “Took you long enough.”

“Hey!” you protested and he was about to say something again, probably to tease you like he always used to do, but a professor called him and with a short apology and a promise to text you later, he was also gone.

You look around and saw a lot of familiar faces, but for some reason, one that you refused to acknowledge at the moment, your energy has been drained.

You decided to call it a night and tried to exit the auditorium, almost squeezing past people just to get through. When you finally made it outside, the night had gotten colder and you wrinkled your nose in disapproval of your own decision to take a thin coat.

‘I just hope it won’t rain or snow.’ You thought as you stood outside, contemplating whether you should walk back or just take a cab.

A familiar voice called your name and you turned to see Jimin, still clad in his stage clothes with only a long coat on. “Y/N! Wait!” he jogged towards you, a puff of smoke coming out of his nose and mouth after every exhale. “Where are you going?”

“I’m a bit tired, so I’m going back to the dorm after a light meal. What are you doing here?” You replied honestly, mildly concerned by the fact that his ears were bright red. “You should head back inside and change. It’s freezing out here!”

“Mom says you were here, so I looked for you. Aren’t you going to the after party?” The way he said had just the right hint of betrayal and you almost said yes.

“No, sorry. I think you’re forgetting that I’m not part of the dance club.” You raised your hands to pull the coat more snugly around him and wrap your scarf around his neck. “Here’s your scarf. Congratulations! I guess you did okay?” you teased and pinched one of his cheeks lightly. “You should get back inside. I’ll see you tomorrow? Your mother is inviting me back to your house for lunch.”

“You mean dinner, right? I won’t be awake by lunchtime for sure.” He smiled cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Dinner.” He smiled at you answer and waved his hand at you as he jogged back to the auditorium again. “Have fun! I’ll treat you next time!”

You pulled your coat closer to yourself and began walking back to your dorm, taking the short route this time just because you were almost freezing. You changed your plan to eat in the deokbokki tent and got yourself a ramyun in a convenience store instead.

But even when you were slurping the noodles, all you could think about was him. You hated to be one of those girls whose minds were always occupied with some boy but his smiling face left pang in your heart. When you finally arrived, you were exhausted, blaming it on the fact that you had walked instead of blaming it on talking to him. You were ready to climb into bed when your phone rang.

The name that flashed on screen made your heart jump, but it also terrified you. Minutes ago, you were just thinking about his smile and now, he was calling you as if he was answering your thoughts. There are limitless scenarios that could happen, but you weren’t prepared for any of it.

And yet you answered. How can you not when he was the one calling?

“Hello?” you sat on your bed carefully, figuring that you probably needed to sit down for this one.

With raspier voice than usual, he answered in a drunken tone that you have used a thousand times over. “Y/N… where are you?”

“Dorm. Where are you?” you asked, the worry immediately rising to the surface of all the emotions you were feeling. His surroundings was strangely quiet, prompting your next question, “Aren’t you at the party?”

“It’s a secret.” He chuckled and you wanted to pull your hair out in frustration. You made a move to grab your coat, but he added, “If you just listen to me, I’ll tell you where I am.”

“Fine. I’ll play your game. This is new to me anyway, you drunk calling me at 1:56 AM and not the other way around.” You chuckled, realizing that your voice was also a bit throaty. “What’s up? Can’t have fun without me?”

“I can’t have fun anywhere without you, Y/N.” His voice was so quiet and sincere that you almost felt his voice like an air whisper against your ear. “Are you avoiding me?”

You were caught off-guard by his bold choice of words. “N-No, of course not. I was… I was just tired.”

“Are you sure?” he slurred. “And this has nothing… Absolutely nothing to do with what happened 6 months ago?”

You felt like you were having a cardiac arrest at his question. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“This is so painful, Y/N. How is it possible that I’m the only one who remembers?” you heard him grit through his teeth.

“Remember what, Jimin?” your prompted.

“That night… Everything you did that night… All the words you told me that night six months ago.”

6 Months Ago, the day after your break-up with Namjoon…

“Ya, ya, stop, stop.” Hoseok took the glass from your hand and immediately snatched the last soju bottle lying in front of you. “If you drink more, Jimin is never going to stop scolding me.”

“Give that back!” you burst out and tried to reach for the bottle, failing miserably and only splattering yourself all over Hoseok’s lap. His girlfriend sighed and took the seat beside you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? This is more than just breaking up with Namjoon, right?” she asked with her kindest voice. Hoseok’s girlfriend almost always took your side, even more when you were drunk.

“It is and it’s not.” You cried, leaning on the older girl’s shoulder. “I feel like I’m back where I started.”

“With Yoongi?” Hoseok supplied, but your next answer surprised them all.

“No… with Jimin.”

“What?” They both exclaimed, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok’s girlfriend spoke first, trying to meet your eyes, but you forced them shut.

“Before any of these happened, before I met all of you… I was in love with Jimin first. Being with Namjoon and breaking up with him just brought back so much. I used Namjoon as a rebound exactly the way I thought that chasing after Yoongi would make me forget about any remaining feelings I had for Jimin.” Tears started to fall from your eyes and the two were flustered by your sudden outburst, not knowing that you’ve had these pent up feelings all these time. “But it didn’t. It only made me remember so much more; the fear of crossing the line and never being able to turn it back.”

“Then…” Hoseok said, not knowing what words he wanted to say until he said it. “…go for it. What are you waiting for?”

“Hoseok…” his girlfriend said, not knowing how he can be so insensitive. “It’s not that easy.”

Just then, an idea entered your head. One that was planted by Namjoon’s words. “He’s right…” you whispered. “I always have a choice.”

You pulled out your phone and stumbled out of the restaurant. Hoseok made a move to help you, but his girlfriend stopped him. “Let her go, let them figure it out by themselves.”

You stumbled into the nearest bus station and pulled out your phone, your hazy vision scrolling past Jimin’s name twice before finally pressing it. The ring was short, as it always was, and he always seem to answer with breathless urgency.

“Y/N?” you knew that he just woke up from the sound of his voice. “What’s up? It’s like 2 am.”

“Jimin…” you whined and the rare moments that you actually called for his name had him sitting up and grabbing his coat. Curfews be damned.

“Where are you?” he asked as he ran outside of the dorm. “Are you drunk? Again?”

“Very. I’m… I’m somewhere. A bus station, around the university.” You mused, sounding more confusing than you intended.

“There’s like three bus stations around the university.” Jimin huffed as he began biking to the nearest one.

“Then, tell me something while you’re at it.” You slumped against the posts holding the stop. “What am I to you?”

The question was one that Jimin had asked himself countless of times over the years. To hear you actually asking him then and expecting a legitimate answer, his voice got caught in his throat. “You’re… You’re my bestfriend, Y/N. I’ve been there for every birthday party, every break up, every new year’s eve. I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

You nodded, even though he cannot see you. “I feel the same way, really.” You choked back the tears and Jimin would be lying if he said that he hadn’t heard it. He arrived at the first station in no time, but you weren’t there. “At least, I felt the same way. You and Yoongi… . I love you both, really. I thought I would be content with chasing after him, but then I got greedy even when I know I was just lying to myself…

“Because in reality, Jimin… I fell in love with you first.”

“What?” Jimin had to hit the breaks just because his heart cannot keep up.

“I know it’s not the right time and it’s really cowardly to do it over the phone and this is probably just the alcohol speaking but I just needed to let this all out, so that I can confidently cheer you on when you walk back to your girlfriend, so please let me say this.” You inhaled a huge breath, watching cars pass by every so often. “I love you, Jimin. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you, but somehow, we always missed each other. You always had a girlfriend and I always had a boyfriend. You were always in love someone else and I was too. It’s as if the universe conspired to keep us bestfriends and I never tried to fight it.”

Jimin didn’t answer, but only pedaled harder until he finally caught sight of you slouched in a dimly lit bus stop. “Jimin?” your heart began sinking after hearing the silence that followed your confession.

You looked up just in time to see Jimin gasping for breath as he jumped off his bike and it crashed loudly on the floor. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were already in his arms. “Even if you’ve never faced my direction once,” he held you tight, tighter than he ever has before. “…even if I’m always cheering you on from behind, even if you end up choosing someone else entirely, I always chose to be in love with you. This love hopes for the person I love to be happy even if she’s not with me. Love shouldn’t be selfish, it should be selfless, you believe that, right?”

Was it a click? As if a gun had been clocked in place, as if a puzzle piece had finally found the crevice where it belongs… You felt exactly that as you inhaled Jimin’s familiar scent. “We’re so stupid.” You murmured against his chest. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I… I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings. You always had a lot going on.” You felt him smile against the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what to say. My mind just can’t digest any of these right now. I’m sorry?”

You shook your head. “No, I understand. It really was selfish of me to dump all of these on you out of nowhere. You’ve given me more of you than I can ever return, you can be selfish with me all your life.”

A very, very long pause followed and it involved the two of you just keeping each other warm and collecting your thoughts. Finally, you spoke again and Jimin didn’t know why but it made him nervous. “Jimin? I think I knew that you loved me.”

“You did?” he finally pulled away and saw how flushed your cheeks were, from the alcohol, from the sudden revelations.

“Yeah and I took you for granted.” Your hands slid down to place both of your hands in his. Your eyes dropped where your hands were intertwined. “Mostly because I was afraid? I thought I’d lose you if I even tried to entertain the way my heart beat faster at just the thought of you, how my day becomes infinitely better if you tell me about how you failed an exam or saw a dog and how it breaks me when you look at someone else the way you look at me.” You chuckled, suddenly remembering how jealous you were whenever he introduced a new girl to you. “I just never chose to be with you and I’m sorry. I kept all of these feelings locked in because I couldn’t take that risk.”

“You’re a horrible person.” He squeezed your hands and you raised your eyes to check if he was joking only to meet his ever-charming eye smile.

“I know, someone help me.”

“So, what now?” he tucked a stray hair behind you ear and placed his cold hand on your neck.

You shivered, your lips gravitating towards his. “You’re the sober one here, what now?”

His warm and plump lips, the ones you have memorized unknowingly all these years finally pressed against yours for a short, sweet kiss. The kiss was your way of testing the waters before diving in and though the dawn was cold, his breath was warm against your face and it just felt right. Your heart had ceased racing and when you pulled him closer to kiss him again, you were only living in the moment.

He kissed you again, deeper this time with parted lips and scrunched eyebrows. His hands angling your jaw as you stood on your toes to reach him. Your fists had crumpled the front of his shirt, releasing them only when he pulled away. “You’re going to forget in the morning anyway.” His voice held a hint of dismay when tasted the alcohol in your mouth.

You didn’t argue and nodded.  “You’re right and it’s such a fucking shame because for the first time in so many years, I feel like I’m finally making the choice that I should’ve made a long time ago and possibly, spared myself all these heartbreak.” Your smile was bittersweet, but it didn’t stop you. “Can I kiss you again? Since I’m gonna forget anyway?”

In the midst of his story, you found the presence of mind to dress up and grab your coat to look for him. The way he looked for you that night. “I know.”

“Sorry?”

“I know. I remember. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re actually a really great kisser that I didn’t forget.” You sighed when you descended your dorm and whipped the dorm door open.

To your surprise, Jimin was there slumped on the steps, looking up at you. “Jimin?”

“Why…” The hand holding his phone dropped to his sides. “…why didn’t you tell me?”

You smile and sit down beside him, on his eye-level. “For the same reason that we never took a chance on each other all these years, I was afraid because I want to be with you for a very, very long time, Jimin.” You gathered your knees and rested your cheek on them to look at him. “Also, I didn’t think that it was fair for you and well, for me too, to jump into a relationship when we were both broken.” You choked back the tears and continued looking at him intently. “I felt like I’ve waited my whole life for us to finally look at each other and I wasn’t going to waste my shot because of bad timing. Besides, I knew that you remembered and I gave you a chance to tell me, but you didn’t.” he opened his mouth to object but you raised a finger to stop him. “Let me finish.”

You scooted closer, so close that you could see every emotion that crossed his eyes. “I heard from your mom that you’re going to New York and I thought I missed you again, but then,” you shrugged. “…if I learned anything from all of our mishaps and drama… It’s that I shouldn’t just give you a chance and wait for you to come. I shouldn’t let you leave when I can hold onto you. I have my own voice, my own decisions and I have my own heart.”

Placing a hand on his cheek, you smiled again, trying to calm down his frantic, tear struck eyes. “Let me say this, Park Jimin. I love you. I liked you for a long time until we met Yoongi, but I never wanted to be anything more. Eventually I got tired and looked for what I couldn’t have with you in Yoongi, as if he can save me from my feelings for you. But I’ve changed… Now, I’m not afraid to fall in love with you all over again.”

“You’re the worst, Y/N.” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“I know, but we’ve seen the best and worst of each other anyway, so even if you decide that we’re not meant to be together. I’ll fight it. You were always the one rescuing me and even when I didn’t need saving, you rescued me anyway, so if you can’t go to me… I’ll be the one going to you.”

“That… That was a great speech.” He finally exhaled and if your heart could sigh, it probably would.

“I know, we should’ve written it down.” Jimin wrapped an arm gingerly around you an place a hand on your knee. “So what now?”

“We’ve wasted this much time already. If you just kissed me, I would’ve understood and asked you to explain another day.” He smirked and you smack him.

Jimin approaches you, but you keep him within arm’s length. “Jin-oppa once said that the person you end up drunk calling is someone that you will trust your life with.”

“I’ve already trusted my life, my heart and my soul to you, Y/N.” he remarked and you rolled your eyes, smacking him hard again before grabbing his collar and pulling him for a kiss.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. “Y/N, I’m… I’m leaving.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Your mom told me.”

He sighed, palming his face. “Why am I not surprised?”

You giggled. “It’s okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How can I be? It’s your dream, Jimin.”

“But what about us?”

“Us? I don’t know, what are we?”

“You just recited a whole speech professing your love for me.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

“What?”

You laughed again. “I’m kidding, Jimin. We’ll make it work. We’ve waited for almost 10 years already, I can wait for another 10 if it means you’ll come home to me.”

“Who says you can’t visit?”

And the way may have long-winded, but you both have finally arrived at the same station. A lot was broken, but a lot was gained too. It was painful and if it were up to you, you would wish you won’t have to go through such a ride again, but did you regret it? No.

Because you chose this path and now you have to walk on it, hopefully with the right person this time.

The End. 끝.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: It’s Jimin. In the summary I wrote, “It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi.” Who is Y/N’s best friend? Park Jimin. It’s always been Jimin, she loved Jimin first before Yoongi. BOOM. Besides, if you check the tags, I’ve been tagging him since chapter 1. LOL. PS there’s an epilogue left!

The Neighbors (7/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


                    Chapter 7 : The Confrontations

   You have to pull Steve away from Nick, reminding him tonight is about good publicity & hitting a civilian right now would be counterproductive. The scowl doesn’t leave his face though, so you pull him into a kiss to try and distract him. It works, and he pulls you to him by your hips. You finally separate as you hear someone let out a cough. Both of you part and see Tony Stark raising an eyebrow at you. As you smile, you extend your hand to him.

“Hi Mr. Stark, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” You say sweetly. He smiles in return, letting out a laugh as he takes your hand.

“Please, call me Tony, darling. So you’re the girl Rogers won’t shut up about, huh? It’s nice to put such a beautiful face to the name.” A deep blush spreads across your face.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

  Nick comes to stand next to Tony. “Mr. Stark, shall we continue the interview for the magazine since we were so rudely interrupted?” Nick asks, in his fake, kiss ass voice.

“Yeah yeah, sure kid. I’ll see you guys in a little bit, go mingle!”

So Nick’s new job is for a magazine. Those poor people don’t know what they’ve walked into.

  Before Nick walks away with Tony, he looks you up and down, making you squirm under his gaze. “New York has changed you Y/n, I’m loving it.” He winks at you then goes after Tony. Steve’s face was the definition of murderous as he watches Nick walk away. You take his face between your hands, redirecting his gaze to you.

“Hey, don’t let him bother you. I’m yours, remember?” You say softly. He snaps out of it and smiles down to you. He places a kiss on your nose then takes your hand in his.

“Come on, it’s time you met the team, Doll.”

  On the way to find the team, the boys have to stop and socialize with every group. You’re hesitant at first, but when Steve starts introducing you everything feels like it’s going smoothly. You feel like you’ve met a million new people already.   

   You finally make your way to the team. You start getting anxious,but shake it off. They are just people, like the boys. They just save the world constantly. Normal, world saving people. Breathe.  

Guys, this is Y/n.“ Steve says, as he pulls on your hand making you step in front of him and closer to his friends. Natasha is the first one to approach you, a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Hi, I’m Natasha, it’s really nice to meet you. I don’t know what you’ve done to these boys, but they talk about you constantly.” She says as you shake her hand. You blush and laugh.

“It’s really nice to you too. I’m a big fan of all of you.” You look to the rest of team, their attention was on you already. “Thank you all for everything you’ve done for this world.” You send them all a genuine smile, receiving the same from them. After Natasha, you met Clint, Rhodey, Bruce, Thor, Vision, and finally Wanda. When you meet Wanda, she pulls you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet Steve’s girlfriend!” she squeals. Oh God, she so cute with that accent. Wait, is Steve telling people I’m his girlfriend? Huh, I wasn’t aware this relationship started already. “It’ll be fun having another girl around, right Nat?” she lets you go to look at Natasha.

 Natasha laughs and agrees. You smile and begin talking with the team about random things, just getting to know them a little more. Steve stands right behind you the entire time, playing with the hem of your dress. As the team continues talking, you get a chance to look at their costumes, which aren’t really costumes. They all had on their Avenger Suits, except Rhodey; he wore a shirt with the arc reactor like Iron Man.  These guys have such creative minds. You and the boys all receive compliments on your costumes. Yup, I’m a genius. Tony made his way back to the team, announcing that they have to go socialize more. He begins shooing everyone in different directions.

  You end up getting separated from Steve when Tony drags him along with him. Music begins playing a little louder than before, and people begin slow dancing on the floor in the middle of the room. You smile watching them dance, then see Wanda and Vision among them. You send her a wink, causing her to blush. You begin talking to a couple that was standing close to you when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Please be Steve asking me to dance. You turn, expecting Steve to be standing there waiting for you, but instead you’re met with the exact opposite: Nick.

Would you like to dance, Y/n?“ he asks softly. He seriously has some fucking nerve.

As you’re about to reject him, you notice the couple you were talking to watching the interaction. I can’t cause a scene and I can’t be rude. Just get this over with. You force a smile and nod. You then excuse yourself from the couple, and make your way to the dancefloor. Nick pulls you to him, resting one hand on your waist while holding yours in the other. He begins slowly moving side to side, following the beat to the song.

"You look beautiful tonight, you know that?” He asks, his lips close to your ear.

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“I’m aware. Don’t think anything has changed Nick. I agreed to dance to avoid bringing negative attention to us by rejecting you. This dance isn’t for you, so deflate your giant ass ego,” you whisper harshly as you smile at a couple dancing near you. He lets out a deep chuckle, gripping you tighter.

"Oh sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing? We both know you don’t belong here. Let alone with a team of Heroes.” You scoff, going to push away but he grips you harder. He moves his lips right to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Steve is going to get sick of you, he’s going to realize he can do better. Why else do you think he hasn’t come to separate us yet? Maybe it’s because his attention is already moving elsewhere.” Nick lets your waist go and spins you so that you see Steve laughing with a beautiful Blonde woman. He pulls you back to him.

“He’s going to realize you’re not worth more than anything other than a good fuck. Then what are you going to do Y/n? It’s time to give up this fantasy life, and come back to me. Where you belong."   

   You let out a laugh, leaning up to whisper, "Oh darling, I will never come back to you. No matter what happens, I would rather feed myself to an alligator than have anything to do with your pathetic, lying ass. I don’t care what you do, stay in New York, Hell move into my building if you’d like, but I will never associate myself with you in this lifetime ever again.” You shove yourself away from him, walking away without looking back. His words are still echoing through your mind. You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, and you rip you hand away. You look to see it’s Steve, with a shocked expression on his face.

“Steve, sorry I thought you were Nick.” You apologize.

“I saw you guys dancing, how did you get sucked into that?” He has an edge to his voice, but you can’t blame him.

“I didn’t want to make a scene, he asked me infront of people.” You shrug. He nods and lets it go.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asks one last time. You  force a smile and nod yes. He leads you back to the team, just in time to hear Tony dismiss everyone for the night.  You and Steve both sigh, both so ready to get the hell out of there. Fucking finally.


   You finally step out of the elevator onto your floor, Nick’s words replaying the whole ride home. You go straight to your door, the boys following close behind. When you realize they are all behind you, you sigh. I can’t deal with them all right now.

“Hey guys, I think I need a couple minutes to myself right now, okay?” You ask quietly. They all have looks of uncertainty on their faces, you roll your eyes. “I think I can handle being alone for 10 fucking minutes.” Anger and sass leak from your words. You feel bad,  with all Nick’s words swirling around your head and igniting a new flare of self doubt, you can’t help but want space.

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

   They don’t say anything, just head to their own door. Steve stays behind, sending you a ‘what aren’t you telling me?’ look. You don’t say anything, just step into your apartment and close the door behind you. You go to pour yourself a glass of wine; you deserve it and you didn’t drink at the gala, so fuck it. As you begin to pour it, your phone starts vibrating. You see that Nancy, a nurse you work with, is calling so you answer immediately. 10 minutes later, you find yourself having agreed to take Nancy’s shifts for the next week. She had a death in the family, so you didn’t have the heart to say no. Plus, she got your boss to agree to give you another week off once she gets back, to make up for cutting your vacation short. It’s only a week, I can do this. Only seven , 16-hour night shifts in Pediatrics.  You run your fingers through your hair. Fucking Hell. This is going to kill me. You abandon your wine and begin searching for your pink scrubs. How rowdy can Peds get at night? You find them and switch out of your costume. You throw your hair up in a bun and wash off your makeup. As you’re about to leave, Steve walks through your door.

“Why are you in your scrubs? Where are you going?”

“Someone needs me to take their shift, I’m going to work, Steve,” you say simply.

“Didn’t you drink, you can’t go to work with alcohol-”

No Steve, I didn’t drink. I’m not an idiot I wouldn’t go into work drunk. Seriously?“ You’ve finally had it, you never thought you would see the day where you didn’t want to be by Steve Rogers. You push past him, grabbing your bag and going to the elevator.

"Y/n, wait!” But you don’t. You get in the elevator and the doors shut in front of Steve.

You let go of the breath you are holding, tears falling freely from your eyes.

“What is wrong with me?” you whisper to yourself.


Time skip : the last night of covering Nancy’s shift.

    You finally make it home; today was the last time you had to cover for Nancy. Being in the Peds department was more stressful than expected. You are now off for a week again, but with no interruptions this time. You have barely spoken to the boys this past week; whenever you get home from work you would just sleep until the next shift. Of course, they would text you, but barely answered. Most of the texts were from Steve trying to check in on  you. You feel bad for how you treated him after the gala that night, but you haven’t had the time to talk to him about it. The only person you confide in about that night is Gloria. To say she was mad would be an understatement. She has a death wish for Nick, and ripped you a new one at how you let his words get to you and affect how you think of Steve. She was right, you shouldn’t have let them bother you. But you’re only human after all .

  You’ve been home for about ten minutes, only having time to ditch your scrubs for a tee and underwear. You hear a pounding on your door and groan. I can’t deal with any of the guys right now. I’m so fucking tired. You drag yourself to your door, flinging it open. Only you’re not met with who you expect, but with someone better.

   “You going to let me in or what, sweetcheeks?” GLORIA. The damn inside you breaks, tears pouring out of your eyes like Niagra falls. You throw yourself into her arms, wrapping yours tightly around her neck. She holds you to her as you sob.

Originally posted by wannawatchfriends

 Neither of you notice the guys burst into the hall, just watching you. You hear someone clear their throat and remove your face from its spot in Gloria’s neck. You both look to see all three men staring at you. Gloria releases you, sending them a wave. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

“Hey guys,” You say shyly. Bucky gets his signature flirty smile on his face as he opens his mouth you stick your hand up stopping him.

“Don’t even try Barnes, you’re not her type.”  All of you chuckle besides him.

You don’t’ know that Doll,“ he fires back. You roll your eyes.

"Unless you have boobs hidden somewhere and a vagina, I think I do Doll.” The boys all blush as they realize what you mean. You snort and gaze back at Gloria. Her hair is longer than before, almost past her shoulders, she has on a blue flannel, and khakis with a beanie. I’m happy somethings never change. You grab her hand, interlacing her fingers with yours.

“Well, if you ever change your-”

“You really weren’t kidding about him, were you?” She asks you. You just laugh. Sam steps forward.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hear you’re the female version of me? Gotta say, I look good as a woman.” You both snort and Gloria pulls Sam into a hug. A bright smile appears on your face at the sight of your best friends hugging.

Steve moves up next, she also pulls him into a hug.

“So, you’re Steve? I can see why she had a crush on you bef-” You cut her off with a hand over her mouth.

“We don’t need to talk about that Gloria, it’s been discussed” You say awkwardly.

“No it hasn’t!” Sam yells. You shoot him a glare, but Gloria wiggles away from your hand.

Steve has a big goofy smile on his face, knowing what Gloria is going to reveal already.

“Sweet Y/n here has had a giant crush on Steve Rogers since we were about 8.” You feel your face turn red, and you reach your arm out and smack the back of Gloria’s head.

Sam & Bucky are bent over laughing, Steve just lets out a chuckle.

“Did you know this?” Sam questions Steve. He just nods, still smiling. They continue to laugh at you expense, you grab Glorias hand and pull her through your doorway.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” she says as she laughs. You wave her off, already over it.

“What are you doing here Glo?” You ask as you both flop on your couch.

“You sounded like you needed me when you called last week. I knew you’d let this Nick thing get to you, so I’m here to snap you out of it. Steve isn’t Nick, Y/n. You’re going to lose him if you keep treating him like he did something wrong when he hasn’t. Nick knew exactly how to manipulate you so you’d self destruct, you’re letting him win.” She’s right, poor Steve. I’m such a bitch.

You continue talking, catching each other up on everything that didn’t make it into the phone calls. You sit on the couch for hours until there’s a knock on your door.  It opens before you get there, and all three of your boys are standing there. Sam’s holding 3 bottles of tequila and margarita mix in his arms while he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Bucky has a bag of what smells like tacos, and Steve has a cake from the bakery you love in his.

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“Anyone up for a little fun?” Sam says as he walks in. They all drop their stuff on the kitchen table, you and Gloria dart to the kitchen behind them. I will never turn down tequila, tacos or cake. They really do know me. The rest of the night is spent with all of you laughing, playing UNO and revisiting old memories. Gloria unravels all your dirty, embarrassing secrets to the boys. Making you want to strangle her, you stand up about to tackle her to the floor as she starts another story. Steve stops you, pulling you into his lap. He sends you a loving smile and you return it. Things feel normal for you guys again, thankfully. The night ends with everyone on your couch, except instead of cuddling up to Steve during the movie, you’re wrapped in Gloria’s arm. You lock eyes with Steve, you move away from Gloria, leaning to Steve and planting a kiss on his lips.

Tomorrow, I will talk to Steve. Everything will be normal again. Nick’s wrong. Steve isn’t just another guy. You lay back into Gloria’s embrace. If home has a feeling, this might just be it.  


 You wake up to the sound of knocking on your door. After realizing that everyone who is usually at your door is sleeping on your couch, you peel yourself out of Gloria’s arms, slowly going to your door. You wipe the sleep out of your eyes as you answer and are met with the horrible image of Nick leaning in your doorway .

“Are you that dense? Get the hell out of here.” You can’t control the volume of your voice and manage to wake everyone up with it.

  Before you know it, Gloria is right behind you. “Oh you’ve got to fucking kidding me.” She crosses her arms as she glares at him. The guys are behind you, but you wave them back. Sending them a silent ‘I got this’.

“Well hello buttercup, it’s nice to see you too Gloria.”

“You’re one smug son of a bitch, you know that? Now take you small dick and ugly face and get the hell out of here.” Gloria’s anger could rival the Hulk’s and maybe win.

  Nick laughs. “Well, you’re still a fucking bitch. I see they got sick of you back home. Seems like no one likes a crazy, dumb cun-.” Something in you snaps and you lunge forward, connecting your fist with Nick’s nose. A sickening crack echoes through the hall. He stumbles back into the wall, holding his nose with blood pouring out of it. It’s one thing to fuck with me, but no one says one bad thing about Gloria in front of me.

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 You can see the blood trickling down his face. The guys are in front of you in a heartbeat, but you aren’t having it.

 “Do not ever bring her into this. Or I swear, you’ll be leaving with more than a broken nose. Stay the hell away from me or the next time you see my name it’ll be on my restraining order against you, you piece of shit.“

You walk back into your apartment before Nick can say or do anything. You turn back around to all of your friends astonished faces.

You laugh awkwardly. "So, anyone for morning margaritas?"  

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Of Matches and Midriffs

Daryl Dixon Imagine

This imagine is brought to you by @love2rhyme’s autocorrect. :D I’m very happpy you made this story happen, it was so much fun to write :D


You’re spending a day with everyone at the pool.

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It was a day in June when we finally had what came closest to a normal day since all this started. I was lying on a lounger near the pool, a cold drink in my hand and sunglasses on my nose watching the scenery in front of me. The deep blue water, the smoke from the other side of the pool where Abraham tried to make the best barbecue we had ever tasted, the smell of burned meat in the air as Abraham had to admit that he was a bit out of shape when it came to barbecueing. He was cursing like a sailor while Sasha tried to calm him down and save what was left to save. Fortunately, we had prepared salads and other side dishes to go with the steaks. Side dishes that had been just now upgraded to main dishes as it seemed. I smiled to myself as I took a sip from my drink.
“Watcha smilin’ ‘bout?” Daryl appeared next to my lounger almost out of thin air. His hair was dripping wet. A few drops fell on my bare skin as he bend down to breathe a kiss on my lips. A shiver ran down my spine and I couldn’t quite tell if it was caused by his kiss or the cold water on my warm skin. Either way, I didn’t mind.
“So, who won?”, I asked as Daryl sat down at the end of the lounger. Carol had convinced him to play a round of water polo against Rick and Michonne and Carl and Enid had happily joined them.  
“With Enid in our team, the others didn’t stand a chance”, he said with a big grin on his face.
“So, basically Carl was too distracted by Enid to concentrate on the game?”, I said smiling.

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Wherever We Are

Originally posted by steveetrevor

(I am not the creator of this lovely gif)
Pairing: Leonard McCoy (Bones) x Reader
Word Count: 1,318
WARNINGS: THIS FIC CONTAINS THE DESCRIPTION OF A PANIC ATTACK. Other than that, just some swearing.
A/N: This fic practically wrote itself. Pretty fluffy like most of my stuff. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Best Friend confesses Series: DK/ Seokmin

This is part nine of a series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next! Requests get done fast ;)

Seokmin has been pretty busy lately, but he never fails to text and snapchat and otherwise communicate with you no matter his schedule. Nothing cheers you up more than the little notifications accompanied by his name, which in your phone is set as “Sunshine”. But still, you miss him. You miss him even more because you can tell he’s getting very stressed lately and you feel helpless to make it better. 

He doesn’t say anything to worry you, of course, but it’s noticeable in the little things: the small sad comments he makes, the slight edge to his smile on video calls, and how he barely uses capital letters in texts anymore despite usually using a lot.

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Good To You

Summary: Based off of “Good To You” by Marianas Trench.

Word Count: 1628

Notes: this is such a good song, thank you for this request omg


Everyone’s around, no words are coming now

And I can’t find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound

And I know this isn’t enough, I still don’t measure up

And I’m not prepared, sorry is never there when you need it

The Gallagher family was preparing for a big dinner at their house. Kev and V were coming, as usual, along with Jimmy, who invited his dad Lloyd. Mandy was also coming with Mickey.

Mickey was invited by Mandy because he was complaining about being bored at home so he lazily agreed to come– secretly though he was excited because he knew he’d see Ian. To his demise, Ian wasn’t happy with him at the moment. It was understandable, Mickey knew that he shouldn’t always act like Ian is nothing to him– like he’s not completely in love with the redhead.

As everyone sat down to eat, Ian ignored making eye contact with the Milkovich boy and engaged in conversation with Lloyd. No one would think anything about Ian and Lloyd talking, but Mickey knew different– he knew they were fucking which bothered him way more than he would have liked it to. He scowled at the older man for what felt like an eternity.

Suddenly Jimmy’s father and the redhead turn to talk to the rest of the family. They share a few laughs, clearing enjoying their time together. Mandy is deep in conversation with Debbie, and Mickey sits awkwardly and silently. He’s doing everything he can to stop glancing at Ian.

Suddenly Mickey hears Lloyd clear his voice. “So,” Lloyd starts. “Ian, my son has been telling me he and Fiona think you have a boyfriend that you’re not telling anyone about. Is that true?” Mickey heart drops to his stomach because he knows that he, himself, is the so called boyfriend that Lloyd is asking about.

With that being said everyone tenses up at the words. Carl turns his head to Mickey with the fear that he would lash out and beat his brother for his sexuality while Mandy got ready to hold her older brother back. Mickey masks the sadness that came to him when everyone reacted like that. “What the fuck? I know he’s gay. It don’t fuckin’ bother me,” is all Mickey can say. It doesn’t fucking bother me because I’m his boyfriend. It’s me. He can’t breathe, he feels like he’s suffocating because he wants to say more, it just won’t come out. The feeling worsens when Ian frowns at him and abruptly excuses himself from the table.

“Where’s he goin’ now?” Fiona raises her eyebrow.

Lip sends a threatening look to the Milkovich boy that told Mickey to fix whatever he did to hurt Ian. He then turned his head so he was looking at his older sister.  “No fucking clue.”

After a few moments, Mickey decides to go outside and take a smoke. He’s expecting Ian to be long gone, but instead the redhead was sitting on the porch with his knees ups to his chest. His eyes is red, it looks like he might’ve been crying. Mickey’s heart breaks at the sight he caused.

Mickey frowns and sits down next to Ian. He lights his cigarette and takes a drag before handing it over to the other boy. Ian thoughtlessly takes it and places it between his lips. They sit in silence– an unspoken conversation.

Eventually he glances up through his eyelashes to find Mickey staring at him. Mickey gives him a soft and apologetic look when their eyes meet. He then reaches out and quickly squeezes Ian’s hand. There’s so much flowing through his mind, but he cannot talk, and he doesn’t know why. He hopes this uncommon sign of affection is enough to at least show Ian that he cares, but he knows it’s not enough to be the man Ian deserves.

* * *

I thought I saw a sign somewhere between the lines

Maybe it’s me, maybe I only see what I want

As Ian went to bed that night his mind was completely occupied with the thought of Mickey. He tried to get him out of his head but nothing seemed to work. All he kept thinking about was the look that Mickey gave him when they were out on the porch— what was it? Nothing? Worry? Love? Care? An apology for making me feel like I mean fuck all to him? He couldn’t decrypt what emotion that Mickey’s eyes were holding. It was so odd for Ian not to understand the Milkovich boy.

He fell asleep think about Mickey, and woke up thinking about Mickey. Even in his dreams, Mickey was the main character.

He rolled over in bed and shoved his head in the pillow. At first, he didn’t even notice Lip kick him in the back. “Ian, get the fuck up.”

Ian groaned but turned his face from the pillow. “Why?”

“It’s noon. What the hell were you so distracted for last night?” He looks curiously at his brother. “I know it was about Mickey. Every time he’d stop staring at you, you’d start staring at him. Then when you and him came inside later you were all weird. What the fuck did he say to you?” He presses.

Ian quietly snorts. “Nothing. He said nothing.” Being that Lip is the only person who know about him and Mickey, he’s a little bit more open about talking about their relationship or whatever it is.

“Then why are you acting like you’re in outer space or some shit? It’s Mickey fucking Milkovich– not like anything will come of you two,” Lip scoffs.

Ian lets out a frustrated sound. “There is something in him that wants to be with me. I know what he felt with me. You can’t fake that.” His tone is hopeful, but Lip sees past it.

The older Gallagher boy thinks Mickey is a useless piece of Southside trash. “Whatever, man. I just don’t wanna watch you get screwed over.”

Ian turns his gaze away from his brother out of annoyance. He knows Lip can’t understand what he’s trying to say, so he doesn’t try to start a fight.

As Lip leaves their bedroom, Ian leans back into his pillow. “Fucking Mick,” he says to himself in a whisper. Why do I even try to stick up for him? He probably could give a shit about me, right? Ian doesn’t know what to believe.

* * *

And now I do want you to know I hold you up above everyone

And now I do want you to know I think you’d be good to me

And I’d be so good to you

Ian walks into the kitchen after work, takes a beer, and goes behind the counter to make himself food. Luckily, Mickey didn’t have a shift today so Ian didn’t see him at work earlier.

For about an hour, he has a surprisingly peaceful time with his family. Then, Mickey storms in with messy hair and red cheeks. It looks like he was running.

Ian completely froze. Since their last encounter his anger towards the closeted Milkovich boy has been diminishing, but he wasn’t completely happy with him. He never explained himself– always leaving Ian in the dark.

The two stare at each other for a bit before Mickey walks to him. Neither of them knew who initiated it, but suddenly their lips were suddenly connected. Ian’s hands cradled Mickey head while Mickey’s hands rested on Ian’s hip.

“Stop fucking the geriatric viagroid,” Mickey insists right after they separate. He doesn’t even give Ian time to process their kiss.

Ian nods rapidly. He can see that look again in Mickey’s eyes, but this time he finds it to be readable– it’s love. “Okay.”

“Good, that guy’s a fucking pedophile,” Mickey says harshly. “Plus, you’re mine now,” he looks into Ian’s eye with a bashful expression. The thought of Ian being with other people was slowly killing him.

“Only yours,” Ian beams. All the happiness he once had came rushing back to him. “Always will be,” he says. “Don’t need to be anyone else’s,” he wants to say, but he bites his tongue because he knows his family is listening.

Mickey nods and kisses Ian harder. He’s tried everything to not fall in love with Ian, but nothing worked so he’s almost fully accepted. They seemed destined to be together.

Cutting them off from their moment, Fiona speaks up. “What the fuck?” Ian tries not to but he laughs into Mickey’s mouth.

Mickey undoubtedly feels anxious when he thinks about turning around to see the whole Gallagher family looking at him, but he knows he needs to.

When they turn everyone is staring at them with wide eyes. No one would ever assume that a Milkovich could be gay.

“What the fuck?” Fiona repeats herself. “The guy you’ve been seeing is Mickey Milkovich?”

Ian nods slowly. “He’s good for me, Fi.”

“Bullshit,” Lip says under his breath.

“Fuck you–” Mickey starts at the eldest Gallagher brother, but gets cut off.

“We are good for each other, guys.” Ian speaks with a convincing and serious tone.

Fiona seems to understand that Ian won’t let up— that this was serious between them. “Alright. If you’re sure you two are good for each other I don’t really care.”

“Thank you,” Ian says softly to her.

Carl suddenly has a look of realization. “Cool,” he smirks.

When Mickey sees how accepting the Gallagher family is– besides Lip– he turns to look at Ian in awe. They genuinely smile at each other.

Mickey knew he had to be good to Ian for as long as they live, and Ian knew he had to do the same. They finally had the chance to be together.

My Jensen Auto Experience @ HousCon 2017!

I wanted to say a lot to Jensen this time around, but I felt like keeping it short and simple was the way to go. In a time where there’s so much hate and sadness going around, a few positive and uplifting words couldn’t hurt. 

I was hanging with my HousCon Squad during all of autos, so we were all able to experience each other’s autos and pick up on any small details that the person in Jensen’s spotlight might have missed. 

It was my turn, and I had @lipglosskaz standing behind me. I walked up and said, “Hey Jensen.” He smiled and asked me how I was doing, and I said I was doing good. I first congratulated him on Zeppelin and Arrow being happy and healthy and that he, Danneel, and JJ were doing well. He smiled and patted his chest. I then said that even though he might have been over complimented today, I didn’t think there was such a thing as hearing too many compliments. 

I began telling him that he was a good person. He thanked me right off the bat and sounded really sincere. I continued on saying, “You have a good soul. You have such good intentions… and good morals. You’re just a good person.” He held out his hand, which actually caught me off guard, and I grabbed onto it thinking it was a handshake, but Jensen turned it into a hand hold, and it was a really small, sweet moment where we just looked at each other for a few seconds. He let go and knocked on the table and said thank you again, and I thanked him back.

He said, “It was good to see you again!” and I said the same thing back to him, telling him to take care. He smiled and told me he will.

I was walking out when @lipglosskaz​, who was behind me, commented that she was able to look at Jensen’s face during my auto. She said she could see the emotions on his face, which I didn’t really notice since I’m so distracted by trying to speak, let alone speak full sentences. This is Jensen we’re talking about. She told me that Jensen looked a little emotional and could tell my words meant something to him when I was talking.

That made me really smile and tear up since all I wanted was to make his day a little brighter, and I’m glad I was able to in some miniscule way. 

anonymous asked:

46. meihem???

46. “I’m in love…shit”

(Sorry this took so long, I’ve been very stressed out the last few weeks but I miss writing so this may not be very good. I tried.)

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It was hard to sleep in the Outback. Before Roadie, sleep was like food and shelter and supplies. Someone would think that with the land and civilization destroyed, a guy had all the time in the world to sleep the disaster away, or at least sleep until the rest of the world came to help. But the disaster didn’t go away and no one came to help and food and shelter and supplies became rare things, things you had to fight for, to kill for, just like sleep. After Roadie and before Overwatch, it was still hard to sleep.

The Outback was now inside him, that disaster, and Jamie learned to live with it. After Roadie and after Overwatch and before her, sleep was still so hard.

But after her… sleep was better. When he slept, he corrected.

When he slept and wasn’t staring at her.

Unlike him, Mei was fast asleep. She slept better now too, especially with someone was sleeping with her so she wasn’t all alone. The nightlights helped with the dark she didn’t like but nothing beat a warm body that came with a hand to hold or arms to wrap around on bad nights. She could sleep, he saw, studying her as he usually did because when had he ever been around something so perfect for so long? They faced each other in her soft bed with the bright colors, not a stitch of clothing on either of them underneath the covers that were pulled up to her chest and draped over his hipbone. Her glasses rested on the nightstand next to her and her brown hair was loose, mussed a bit from his hand sinking into her scalp from earlier. Roadie knew exactly where he was. It was the only time when he didn’t drag him away so he could keep his eye on him. The big lug.

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Touch

Plot: It’s another burning night in 1970’s Los Angles. A new guest at the comedy club catches your eye.

Rating: P-13 (suggestive material)

Pairing: Clay x Reader

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The sun was falling quickly behind the horizon, casting tangerine light on the battered pavement you were trotting over. It was Friday night in L.A., and what could be better than cracking open a beer and having a laugh? You tucked your long hair behind your ear, giving a polite smile to the doorman at the comedy club. He nodded in return, swinging open the rusted metal door. Since you were a regular here, it wasn’t uncommon to hear a chorus of “ Y/N!” when you walked into the building. You laughed and waved to the staff. A huge smile played on your lips as you found a seat right next to the stage. The Jackson Five was playing quietly from the overhead speakers. Scanning the usual group from your place, you were surprised to see an unfamiliar face amount the usual suspects. A man was leaning against a corner of the room, talking with a group of very enthusiastic girls. Piercing eyes, as blue as the sea. Long, dark hair that hung just over his broad shoulders. A face straight out of a magazine. You felt your jaw slack as you took in his figure.

“ Stay like that long enough and you’ll catch flies!”

You nearly jumped out of your seat as Sally, your waitress, joked. Pink rose to your cheeks as you faced her.

“ Jesus, Sal, you almost gave me a heartattack.”

She replied smugly,

“Clay Appuzzo.”

Confused, you furrowed your brow.

“ Huh?”

Sally jutted her head in the direction of the man, a smirk playing on her lips.

“ His name is Clay Appuzzo. He’s the main event tonight! Good thing you got a good seat, cuz you aren’t gonna wanna miss the view.”

She chuckled, setting your beer down on the table.

“ Good luck, sugar! And enjoy the show.”

Sally gave you a playful nudge before heading back towards the taps. Grinning to yourself, you shook your head and tried to clear the thoughts racing through your mind. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes to find that Clay was now staring at you from across the room. Your heart skipped a beat as he quickly said goodbyes to his posey and staring making his way to your table. A voice from the loudspeaker stopped him in his tracks.

“ Show starts in five minutes, folks! Performers, please make your way backstage.”

Once the announcement ended, he continue on his path towards you. Clay sauntered up to you and pulled a stool up, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“ Hey there, doll.” You swallowed harshly, willing yourself to look him in the eyes. As you raised your gaze to meet his, he shot you a dazzling smile. Butterflies fluttered within your ribs as you grinned back at him.

“ Hello.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. Leaning towards you, he said,

“ I haven’t seen you at any of my shows before, but I couldn’t help staring at you. You’re…”

Clay’s eyes followed the curves of your body.

“ … so beautiful.”

When his eyes met yours again, there was a darkness about them that brought blood to your cheeks. You shied away from his icy stare, trying to hide the blush that was creeping into your face.

“ Thank you. T-that’s very kind of you to say.”

His hand gently tipped your head towards him. Clay’s eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes. Softly, he murmured,

“ I’m Clay. What’s your name, darlin?”

“Y/N.”

“ Well, Y/N, I hope you enjoy the show.”

He took your hand in his, gave you a wink and began to walk away. Opening your hand, you saw a small slip of paper with something scribbled on it resting in your palm. Picking it up, you unfolded it. The note read “ meet me backstage after the show ~ C”. Your eyes lit up and a smile spread across your cherry red lips. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the laughs began. ————————————————

The last act was followed by roaring applause. A standing ovation for a cheap comedy show was rare, but nonetheless, there you were, cheering with the crowd. All the performers came out and gave half assed bows. When Clay did so, an obnoxiously drunk group of chicks screamed at the top of their lungs. He gave a nervous chuckle, and shot a worried glance your way. You met his gaze and giggled, shaking your head in a joking fashion. He simply smiled at you, his eyes sparkling in the spotlight.

About fifteen minutes later, the place was clearing out quickly. Busboys began cleaning the beer-stained tables as you quietly slipped backstage. The vast contrast of darkness compared to the colorfully lit room left you blinded.

“ Clay? Where are you?”

You called out softly. A hand ghosted over your arm, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“ There you are!”

He laughed quietly. You closed your eyes and smiled against his chest.

Pulling away slightly, your vision adjusted to the blackness of the stage. In the soft glow emitted from under the curtain, Clay’s strong features were accentuated. His jawline was sturdy, lips beautifully plump and his blue eyes shone with a light that seemed to illuminate from within him. He was completely and totally lovely. Not a flaw could be found on him.

You hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring. Suddenly he lifted your chin towards his face.

“ Everything okay, doll? You seem a bit distracted.”

His tone was so gentle that had the room not been silent, you would’ve missed his words. You smiled warmly up at him, and a grin of his own began.

“ Can I do something crazy,Y/N?”

Clay whispered, eyes searching yours for an answer.

“ Yes… anything.”

The words hardly had time to leave your mouth before his lips locked with yours. A pair of strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you even closer to him. Happiness spread through you as both of you deepened the kiss. And his touch was all that you needed.