i never knew her name

  • Zack: Why do you have a Chinese last name?
  • Trini: Why don't you?
  • Zack: I do. It's Tang. My parents Americanized their names when they immigrated. Your turn.
  • Zack: (rolls his eyes) I mean, if you want. I respect your privacy blah blah blah.
  • Trini: Trinidad Mercedes Quiñones de Lupo y Kwan. Quiñones is my actual last name. Kwan is my mom's Vietnamese stepdad's last name. But because of Spanish naming conventions, it gets tacked on to mine last, and that's how it is on my school file now.
  • Trini: (grabs Kimberly who's passing through the hall; to Zack) You gonna ask this gringa why she's got a white name?
  • Kimberly: My last name's Hart because my dad's white. But I'm not a gringa. My mom's Indian.
  • Trini: In my defense, I've only seen her once. Thought she was Italian.
  • Kimberly: She wears a bindi.
  • Trini: So does Ariana Grande.
  • Zack: (grabs Billy) Hey, bro, we're asking everybody why they have the surnames they do.
  • Billy: (matter-of-factly) Slavery.
  • Zack: Awesome. (grabs Jason) Dude, we're having an awkward conversation about our last names. You white as you sound?
  • Jason: Yes. All my ancestors were Scotsmen who came to Angel Grove during the Gold Rush, and before that they were all probably Pilgrims or something.

anonymous asked:

How did you and chey meet?

Well we went to high school together. We weren’t close or anything but we knew of each other and always saw each other. I remember exactly where her locker was and I remember purposely walking down that hallway just to see her. I thought she was so fucking beautiful. She was just one of those girls in high school who was friends with absolutely everybody. There literally wasn’t one person who didn’t like her.
2 years later/ on my nieces birthday of 2017 I had planned to go to Disney (that’s in orlando) with my whole family, which was about 2 hours away. The day of , i wasn’t feeling good and almost didn’t go. Thank god I did.
On my way to Disney a couple friends from where I live texted me asking if I wanted to go out to a club in orlando. I told them yes since I’d already be there and just to pick me up on their way to the club. What’s weird though is that , if you know me you know I’m not the type to just make plans like that randomly. My family had to trust me as they left to go back home (again 2 hours away) and dropped me off at some mall where I was waiting by myself, not to mention for me it was in the middle of no where. I was seconds away from telling my friends never mind because I didn’t feel like having to deal with that situation in case something happened and they didn’t get me and I would’ve been stranded 2 hours away with no car. But something , AND I KID YOU NOT I PUT THIS ON MY LIFE, something was telling me “what if you’re suppose to meet somebody tonight, just go and have fun.” I don’t really like clubs for the most part but something was really making me feel like I needed to go.
The start of the night/ my friends pick me up and we get to the club; we’re all shit faced by that time we got there. Later on in the night I look to my left and see Cheyanne Taylor walk in. Red body suit, black shirt, laced up sandals. Not to forget, she lives where I live, but for some reason we both ended up at the same club at the same time in the middle of nowhere. I looked at her rolled my eyes , smiling , and looked away. The feeling I got when I saw her is something I wish I could put in words. I’ve always thought she was so fucking beautiful and loved the way she presented herself but never would I have guessed she would’ve said anything to me. She comes over, the night goes on, she kisses me and after that it was just set. The rest of the night it was all my attention on her, nobody else in the club. I swear to god I fell in love with her that night. I knew she was it. I’ve never gotten that feeling before, I just knewwwww it was something different. The night later ended.
The next morning/ i remember waking up SOOO upset because I just figured what happened with her last night was a one night thing (of course being single you go out meet people, get drunk, hook up, and that be the end of it) but the feeling I got when we kissed that night, was so different than anybody else I’ve just kissed being drunk. I remember telling all my friends the day after, “yep I’m going to marry her.” I literally would feel my heart stop when I saw her name on my phone but I never knew what to say and I didn’t want to mess up so I just didn’t answer and if I did it would be hours later. With that said, we hardly texted at all but the following weekend came. We met up Friday night, January 20th and since then we haven’t slept one day apart.
I’ve never felt this way about somebody.. the fact that we were both 2 hours away from where we live, the same night, the same spot in the same place… things happen for a reason. She’s my reason.

My Dad Kidnapped Little Girls

I don’t ever remember my dad being normal. He was always a little strange. The man was secretive and closed off, and all his attempts at acting like a father rose the hairs on the back of my neck. It seemed forced. I don’t think I ever got used to that. There was no need, because he didn’t keep that up for long. By the time I was 5, I didn’t have a dad. What I had after that was a boss. Maybe an owner. Definitely not a dad.

He fully opened up as a person around that time. He brought a little girl into our home. She was small, but she was older than myself, too. Maybe 7 or 8. Her face was red and raw with tears. “Sam, this is your new little sister, Maria.” Before I could react, she spoke up between small sobs. “No, mister. I don’t know you. My name is Claire. Please take me home to my mommy, I promise that I won’t tell.” By the time she finished what she was saying, she was barely forming coherent sentences. That’s when I saw my Dad stop being my dad. With one fluid motion, he swung his arm, hitting her in the face and knocking her back on her ass.

I jumped up, too afraid and confused to do much of anything, but still frightened nonetheless. I was young, but I’d seen enough television to know that normal families didn’t do these things. “Sam, you sit your ass down or I’ll put you in the ground, you hear me?” Thus marked the loss of my father. Later, as I listened to the quiet cries of the girl, now locked in the room next to mine, he sat me down and explained that he wasn’t my father. He told me things a 5 year old should never hear. My life changed forever. I was a mistake.

The little girl was with us for a while. My dad left me at home while he went to the mall, buying all kinds of nice things for Maria. Claire. Whatever. He probably blew $500. The weeks afterward were strange, disgusting, and violent all at the same time. At the best, she would play along with his games and he would be happy. At the worst, I would have to listen to her screams as he did unspeakable things to her in the next room. After, when the screaming would stop, he would come to me and give me the same speech.

“This happens because you aren’t right, you understand? You should have been born a girl. We wouldn’t have to do this. She’s going to die someday because you’re trash.” He would walk to the door and finish with “Remember, Sam. No one out in that world will ever love you. If you try to leave, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you.”

Maria died about three months after my dad took her. This day wasn’t her first attempt at escape, but instead it was her last. Truly, I do not know if my father meant to kill her or not. He became consumed in his rage and I fought back tears as he continued to hit her and hit her, over and over again. Her little light went out as she choked on blood, gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She was buried in our back yard, right next to the playset that my father bought a year before. After that, he became nervous to the point where he packed me up and we started off on the road.

We lived like that for years. Sometimes, we’d live somewhere as long as a year, but that was the extent of it. On a good year, he’d take two or three girls without so much as a second look. People didn’t necessarily suspect him, though. He was a psycho, but the man was smart too. He would falsify documents and references, getting himself jobs as close to children as possible. I remember, one time, he was hired on to be an ice cream truck driver. He snatched up a little girl he called Gloria right in front of her house. He somehow managed to finish his route, too. She only lasted two months.

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Who Lives Under Briar Elementary and High School?

Briar Elementary and High is a small school of just under three hundred students, from first grade all the way to senior year. It’s spaced between two buildings and has been running since the early 1900’s, although it was just a high school academy back then.

And apparently there’s a monster in there now.

It’s just little things that leads people to believe there’s something supernatural lurking in the halls. The things that would go missing, only to turn up later caked in muddy finger prints. The food theft, mostly lunchboxes, but sometimes whole pizzas would just vanish into thin air. Hearing something crawling under the floor. And the hissing you can sometimes hear while in the girl’s bathroom in the highschool. If you go in there alone, sometimes you’ll make out whispers.

There’s three rumors about what it really is. I’ll go over each one.

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Maybe Someday [Jordan Fisher x Reader]

[write-a-thon tag]

Summary: Your new neighbor is a guitar player and his music became the soundtrack of your days.

Word Count: 1,713

Warnings: None, this is a fluffy fluff.

A/N: ONE DAY LATE BUT HERE I AM!!!! This is /VERY/ loosely based on “Maybe Someday” by Coleen Hoover, I got lost in my own thoughts and the plot kinda wrote itself, meaning I forgot to follow the book’s timelime. Hope it’s still good tho! There’s also room for either a Reverse POV of these or a part two, so please let me know if/which one you want! <3  PS: this was not proofread so i apologize lmao

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There’s no way to tell when you’re going to fall in love.

Some people bump into each other in the street and when they trade looks, the connection is immediately there. Other situations may involve a small coffee shop where you buy a cup and fall in love with a beverage. In your case, you fell in love with the sound of your neighbor’s acoustic guitar.

The first time you heard it was just a few days after you noticed someone moved to the apartment in front of your bedroom window: as you highlighted the important points of the latest article you had to read, you heard the strum of a guitar not too far away from you. You looked up, facing the familiar view through your window and getting a glance of your new neighbor: terracotta skin, curly hair, eyes closed as he got lost on the making of his own music, sitting on the latter of his firescape with a notebook by his side. You watched him play for a few minutes, right before he stopped and looked up, your eyes quickly going back to your papers.

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Online Friendships

I had occasion to need to know someone’s full name for some stuff going on online.

I’ve known this person for close on to 20 years, only interacting with her online.  


Thorns (Part 1)

Eric X Rose

Part 2, part 3, Part 4


Cheers and screams fill the air as another Erudite girl lets her blood drip into the water. My breathing hitches as I wipe my sweaty palms on my brown pants. As the girl takes her seat with her family, my name is called.

“Rose Kane.” Blood pounds in my ears as my shaky legs carry me to the hardest decision I will ever make.

The knife is cold and heavy in my hand. I stand in middle of all the bowls, not daring to look back at my friends and family, afraid I will change my mind if I see their smiling faces.

Pressing the sharp tip of the knife to the center of my palm, I press down. Slowly I drag the knife across my palm, not caring about the pain; its nothing in comparison to the anxiety and adrenalin pumping through my system. Taking the knife away I stare at my palm, watching the blood pool against my pale skin. I know I’m spending more time then normal to do this, but I can’t bring myself to choose.

Someone clears his or her throat, trying to tell me to hurry up. I don’t breathe, I don’t close my eyes; I just stand there and watch as my blood drips onto the sizzling coal.

The left side of the room that holds the Dauntless faction erupts. Its not often Amity transfer to them; they are complete opposite factions and hold values that differ vastly.

Walk over to my new family, I am afraid to turn around and see my old one. Taking a seat, I avoid looking across the room; instead I stare at my hand, rubbing the cut on my palm, wondering what initiation would be like.

Surprisingly a girl named Beatrice transfers from Abnegation, which is not as rare as someone transferring from Amity, but she might get more hate for it. Abnegation has been talked about a lot recently; mostly saying that they are unfit to be the government for everyone. There was even a rumor circulating for a while that the leader of abnegation used to beat his son, Tobias. 

I remember Tobias from school. I was younger than him, but I always had a giant crush on him. One day he bent down to grab something, and his shirt rode up, showing a large bruise on his lower back. I always believed the rumors were true since that day, but I never told anyone what I saw. As I got older and the rumors continued I always felt guilty for not helping him, for not telling anyone. I feel I could have saved him, but didn’t. I know he transferred to dauntless, I over heard my parents talk about, since they are leader of Amity, they know a lot about other factions as well. It’s not reason I decided Dauntless was right for me, but I hope I see him and get to apologize for not doing anything.

The ceremony was over, and we were all dismissed. The Dauntless born of course took off running to the trains, while us transfers try and keep up. Suddenly they all slow down, they don’t come to a complete stop, but they start launching themselves at a metal post. Climbing as they whoop and howl in laughter. Beatrice and I stand together at the bottom. I have climbed trees all my life on the farms; this was easy for me. What keeps me at the bottom is Beatrice’s face. She looks scared and unsure.

“Look, climbing isn’t that hard. Don’t think about the ground, focus on moving up.” She just nods clearly still unsure. “I’ll go first, just copy what I do step for step.” I don’t give her time to chicken out; I place my hand on the first run, and pulled my self up. Step after step I make it half way up. Glancing down I see Beatrice following just below me. “You’re doing great!” I shout down at her. She looks up at me, grinning. We make it the rest of the way up, and I lend her my hand, pulling her to the platform.

Just as Beatrice gets to her feet, the platform starts to rattle. The train is coming. The Dauntless born starting running as the train comes around the corner, faster than it looked when I would watch it at school. Beatrice looks at me for guidance. “I have never jumped on I a moving train before.” having to yell over the wind, I decided to follow what the Dauntless born are doing, and motion for Beatrice to follow me.

My feet pound the metal runway, adrenalin once again flows through my veins as wrap my fingers around the door handle. Throwing my body into the train, I land on my right side, sending a shooting pain down my arm. Looking at the door I realize Beatrice isn’t on the train yet. Scrambling to my feet, I see she is just a step or two away from being able to grab the handle. Grabbing the handle on the inside wall. I extend my left arm out for her to grab. Her hand wraps tightly around my forearm.

Using all my strength I pull Beatrice into the cart with me. Lying on my back, I grab my right shoulder. I have only felt this kind of pain once. When I was about five I fell out of an apple tree and dislocated my shoulder. Thankfully there was some adrenalin still in my system, otherwise I would be crying in front of all the other initiates.

“Thank you.” Beatrice sits up. Taking another breath I a sit up with her, and place my back on the train wall to stabilize myself. “I’m Beatrice.” She holds her hand out. I grasp it limply, mostly because I was in pain and could barley raise my arm.

“Hi, I’m Rose.” We both start laughing at the absurdity of the last ten minutes. I hold my shoulder as we sit and talk. A condor girl named Christina joins us as well. I think I just made my first friends.

  It’s not long before people start to move around. We hear someone shout about jumping, and the three of us go to see what the commotion is all about. Sure enough, a little further up people are launching themselves onto a roof. Some of them are graceful while they rolled, some are even so good they just land on their feet and walk it off. While Beatrice and Christina contemplate the fact that they will have to jump, I am trying to figure out the best way to land as to do the least amount of damage to my shoulder.

Christina and Beatrice grab each other hands, planning to jump together. Beatrice extends her hand to me, and I just shake my head. I don’t have time to explain that I couldn’t, I can’t move my arm. Beatrice looks a little hurt at my refusal.

Taking a few steps back I start running and leap over the large gap. My feet hit first. I tried to make it so I could stay on my feet and just run it off, but the impact caught me off guard and I summersaulted forward.

Lying on my back, I hear Christina and Beatrice land behind me, laughing. My breath was caught in my throat, and I brought my hand over my shoulder. The pain was white hot down my arm, I might even pass out its so bad.

Christina and Beatrice walk over to me, Crouching down they ask if I was all right. The wind was still nocked out of me, so I could not speak. Worried looks took over their faces, as they looked at each other, unsure what to do.

“Initiates, gather around.” I can’t see the person the voice belongs to, but it sounds strong and demands everyone to follow its instructions.

Everyone does what the voice says, murmuring a little, until falling silent under what I would assume is the gaze of a terrifying man.

“You two, what are you doing? Come over here now!” The voice barked; causing Beatrice and Christina to part, showing me to person the voice was coming from.

I try to sit up. I have a feeling the person attached to the voice would cause me more pain than my shoulder if I didn’t.

Struggling, the girls step aside as a tall, well built man walked over to us. Looking down at me, I make eye contact with his striking blue eyes. The blue looked almost unreal, but the look behind them brought me back to reality, as they looked ready to murder.

“Get up initiate.” He commands at me. Trying my hardest I make it to my knees, when his patience runs out. Grabbing me by my shoulder, I let out a scream I didn’t even know I had in me. He immediately releases me, leaving me on my knees.

Crouching down he inspects me shoulder, then without a word, snaps my shoulder back into place. My forehead hit the ground as I gasp in a breath, trying to breath through the pain.

“Stand up.” He commands at me again. This time I hold my shoulder and stand. Lifting my head I look him in the eyes once again, glad I haven’t cried yet.

He places his large hand on the middle of my back, and leads me to front of the pack. Standing next to a raised ledge. He begins to speak, while I stood by his side.

“Initiates, my name is Eric and I am a leader here at Dauntless. Behind me is the way in.” He gestures behind us to the giant black hole in a roof.

“Is there water at the bottom or something?” A tall Erudite boy speaks up.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Eric smirks, enjoying everyone’s discomfort. “Now, luckily for everyone there has already been a volunteer to jump first.” Everyone starts looking around at each other, wondering who is going to step up.

Eric turns towards me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Your up Amity.” He nods to the ledge. I don’t argue, I don’t speak, I just step up onto the ledge.

Looking down I don’t feel any fear, surprising even myself. Taking a step off I start falling. Despite the pain in my shoulder I start to smile. It feels so freeing to fall like this.

Landing on something that absorbs my impact, my smile is gone as my shoulder screams in protest. Staring at the sky above me, a noise makes me turn my head, seeing I’m on a giant net; suddenly it dips, and someone is pulling me off it.
Once my feet are on the ground I look up at the hands that pulled me off it.

“Name?” Tobias stares at me waiting for my answer. Shocked at seeing him, I don’t say anything. “Come on name? And choose wisely, you can’t change it after.” Looking at the ground I consider his question. I don’t want to be anyone new. I am still me, which will never change.  

“Rose.” I say strongly. Tobias’s head turns slightly, maybe he recognizes me.

“First jumper, Rose!” He shouts out, and cheers erupt around me, revealing people I never knew were there.

Beatrice comes down next. She changes her name to Tris, but  I am too busy staring at Tobias to care. Tris and Christina talk, while I am thinking of how I am going to talk to Tobias, when Eric jumps down, landing on the net. He rolls off himself, refusing help from Tobias, who barley offers any to begin with.

“Okay, new transfers go with four.” He points to Tobias. That must be his new name down here. I’ll have to remember that.

“Dauntless born your with Lauren.” Everyone starts to follow their leader when Eric wraps his hand around my right arm, holding me back. Four notices this and stops, turning to Eric with an annoyed look on his face.

“She is coming with me.” Eric says with no explanation as to why. Four looks like he is about to argue with him, and then decides against it.

Turning around everyone follows him once again, leaving me alone in the dark with the terrifying Dauntless leader.

today my mum called my bias her future son in law and I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life

I have never been to a clothing swap that wasn’t dedicated to trans folks
We used to organize them in high school so we could discretely get clothing we were more comfortable in
We would all show up with bags of clothes that still fit us, but didn’t fit us anymore
We would all leave feeling more like ourselves in our wardrobe

Our parents wouldn’t get us what we wanted so we helped each other
It was us vs the world
The question “what pronouns do you use” was accompanied with “who can I use those around”
My teachers never knew my real name
Stephanie hid her dresses in the same place she hid her weed
This was how we lived

I remember waking up with Whitney and joking about how we don’t need to get out of bed just yet because we both have trans bladders of steel
I remember meeting Jack’s parents
Having to call him by a different name
A name I know haunts him
I remember visiting friends in hospitals after failed suicide attempts
Their roommates chosen based on a gender that isn’t even theirs

I remember everyone who came before us
I remember Sylvia Rivera
I remember Marsha P. Johnson
I remember Lucy Hicks Anderson
I remember Christine Jorgensen
I remember Venus Xtravaganza
I remember Leelah Alcorn
I remember
I remember
I remember

These people can not be forgotten
These heroes will not be forgotten
I remember

—  Kay Kassirer (For TDOR)

hey everyone ^^ i’ve been doing a lot of requests lately and decided to take a break… making people happy is super cool but i’d like to do some stuff for myself too, so i thought that maybe i could post some “not pixel art” art too? :pp let me know if you’re actually interested please, it’d be a shame to post something that no one wants to see :/

Second Choice Part 2! - A Carl Grimes Imagine

Hey guys! Thank you for liking and reblogging! It means a lot :) anyways here’s part 2! I hope y'all like it! Sorry about the wait! Let me know if you would like a part 3! Or send me a request and I’ll make it! :)

I still couldn’t believe what happened. Carl really chose that bitch over me. I never thought in a million years Carl and I would end, especially like that. All I kept thinking was all the times I have spent with Carl. We were together since the prison. We started dating just a bit before the prison got taken down. Tears were still rolling down from my eyes. It felt like I have been crying for hours. Why Enid? Why her? I’ve never liked her and I’ve told Carl that I wish he would stay away from her. I mean, I did when he told me to stop talking to Ron because he had a bad vibe from him; but when I asked, he said Enid was just a friend. God I felt so stupid. Of course he’d pick her over me. I’m just an average girl. Carl didn’t know any other teenage girl really besides me so I was his only option. I decided to sit on the ground and rest. I’ve been walking for a while and my legs hurt. It was then that I started hysterically crying. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I felt so stupid crying over a boy. I haven’t cried this much since my family died. I wasn’t only losing my boyfriend, but also my best friend. I had no one. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by someone.

“Well look what we have here” a man said.

I looked up and saw two men who looked like they were in the late 20s to mid 30s.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here all by yourself” the other man said to me with a smirk.

I tensed up. My eyes were wide and full of fear.

“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll take care of you” the first man told me with a smirk.

I was about to get up and run but the guys pushed me down.

“Make a sound and we will kill you”

Tears filled my eyes and I knew what was coming next.

Carl’s POV
A few of us got out of the car; I knew Y/N better than any of them. I figured she would’ve gone through the forrest instead of staying on the main road. I took off into the woods with Daryl and my dad right behind me.

“Slow down Carl!” My dad yelled

I couldn’t slow down. Y/N could be hurt. I kept calling out her name. I knew she would never forgive me. Y/N is my best friend, the love of my life. We would always talk about growing old together and getting married and having kids. Fuck I messed up so bad. I started crying which made it harder for me to see. I tripped over a branch and just lost it. Daryl and my dad caught up to me and my dad just hugged me.

“D-dad. I fucked up. I fucked up big time” I said as I balled my eyes out in front of him and Daryl.

“We will find her Carl. I promise. Y/N is strong. Hell, if anyone can survive on their own out here, it’s her.” My dad said.

I just looked at him. He was right. Y/N was so strong. When we lost each other after the prison, Y/N was alone for what seemed like a few months. I don’t know how she did it, but she did. She found her way back to me. It was crazy how we found each other. We always found each other. A smile grew across my face.

“We are going to find her, huh” I said to them. I looked up at my dad and then at Daryl. He looked like he was crying as well.

“Alright you bunch of sissies” he sniffed “ let’s go get our Y/N back. ”

I was surprised Daryl hadn’t killed me yet. I hurt Y/N and he protected her like his own. He was like her big brother. I remember him telling me how he’d skin me alive if I ever hurt her. My thoughts were interrupted when we heard screams. It sounded like Y/N.

I screamed as omne of them lowered himself to me and started touching me and kissing me all over.

“Get off of me!” I yelled trying to fight him off.

“I told you not to make a sound” the man said as he smacked me across the face.

He was a lot stronger than I was. I kneed him in the balls and pushed him off. I got up and tried to run but the other man grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back to the ground.

“Shut the fuck up you little bitch, you ain’t goin nowhere” He spat at me.

He tried removing my clothes and I screamed for help. He slapped me harder than the first guy did and my vision went blurry.

“Please don’t do this. ” I asked as he started to unbutton my pants.

The other guy came over to me and punched me in the face.

“You stupid slut.” He said punching me again.

He held my hands down so I couldn’t try and fight back. Then man on top of me suddenly fell right on top of me.

“What the fu-”

The guy holding my hands started to say until he fell back. I looked up and saw Carl pushing the guy off of me. He pulled me up and just held me. I started to cry in his arms. He sat me up and walked over to the guy other guy and started punching him left and right. Daryl came over to me and asked if I was hurt. I looked at the guy on the ground and saw he has an arrow sticking out of him; Daryl had shot the men with his crossbow. Rick went over to Carl who was still beating up the other man.

“Carl enough” Rick said pulling his son off of the guy.

The guy was shot in the chest while the other guy was shot in the head, killed instantly. Rick then went to the guy on the ground and pushed the arrow deeper into his chest. The guy screamed in pain. Rick took his knife out and stabbed him in the head. He walked over to me and hugged me.

“I’m glad you’re okay Y/N. Are you hurt anywhere? Did they” he paused “touch you?”

I shook my head. That’s when Carl came over to us. He fell to the ground and took me out of Daryl’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me and cried.

“I’m such an idiot. I should’ve never let you go. I love you and only you Y/N.”

I just sat there in his arms crying. Rick interrupted us.

“Guys, we gotta get out of here. The walkers are getting close. ”
We got back to Alexandria. The others left me and Carl alone because they knew we had to talk. We were in our room and I still haven’t said a word to him.

“Y/N” he said quietly. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just want to apologize. I know a sorry won’t cut it but I really mean it. I should’ve never went out to the woods with Enid..”

Her name made me cringe.

“..I’m such a fuck up. I don’t deserve you. You’re the love of my life and I let her get in the way. I am truly sorry Y/N.”

I just stayed still looking at the ground. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I’m surprised I haven’t ran out of tears from crying so much.

“Y/N, babe. Please talk to me, say something to me, spit at me, hit me, do something to me” Carl went on.

“You’re not even worth it Carl.” Was the first thing I told him since that day with Enid. “Carl you hurt me so badly. You made me feel like shit.”

“Babe I’m really sorry. I-”

I cut him off.

“I wasn’t finished.” He stopped and looked down. “I felt like I just lost my best friend. When you told me to stay away from Ron I did, but you couldn’t stay away from Enid when I asked? Carl, I haven’t felt so betrayed before in my life. I can’t be your second choice.”

“Y/N I don’t want Enid or anyone else. I made a huge mistake. It was just nice to have things in common with someone else and I let that overpower my feelings for you. But when I watched you leave” he paused for a second trying not to lose it and start to cry. “I-I knew that I didn’t care about any of that. I only care about you. Who else is going to call me a dork because I obsess over comic books and video games? Who else is going to tell me how annoying I am when it’s my turn to get Judith and I make you go get her because I don’t want to stop reading? Y/N, you are my other half.”

He lifted my chin up so we could make eye contact. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes which were now red from crying.

“Your smile that brightens up my day, your eyes that show your compassion towards others, your heart which is filled with so much love. You give me hope for a better world. I don’t expect you to forgive me, Y/N but I just wanted to let you know that you are the one for me. No one else could replace you.”

I just sat there. He let out a sigh and looked down.

“Carl, I love you. I always will, but I don’t think I could forgive you.”

I saw his body tense and he dropped his head. He started to cry softly. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“But I can try.”

He looked up at me and put his hand on my cheek.

“Y/N, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Carl.”

We both leaned in and shared a passionate kiss.

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there was this super cute girl who was working at taco bell and i think she quit or something a few weeks ago and I'm bummed. Like. I know there wasn't anything going on there. She worked behind a counter, I was just one of her polite regulars, she was just being nice. Our little convos didn't mean anything. But I realized I never actually learned her name and she knew mine and said it every time she saw me and that always made me feel a little happier. I just wish I'd asked her name.

hello taco woman, your name?

Mistaken Profession

Jungkook had a problem. A big problem and that problem is his job. He hated it. It was the same old routine every day. Wake up. Go to work. Separate files. Put them where they belong. Go to lunch. Return to filing reports. Then go home at 5. There was nothing he could do about it though. He couldn’t quit, otherwise he wouldn’t eat and bills wouldn’t be paid.

He entered the huge building and made his way to the elevator, nodding to the other workers as he passed them by.

“Good morning.” Fuck him.

“Good day to you ma’am.” Fuck her.

Did he forget to mention he hated the people he worked it with? Well now you know. He couldn’t stand them. They were as boring as his job. He said a final good morning to the old lady drinking coffee at her desk before he stepped inside the elevator and scoffed in disgust.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook stepped off at the 7th floor and walked to his desk, passing out greetings along the way. Jungkook dropped his briefcase on floor, took of his jacket, rolled up his white sleeves and got to work.


“Hm?” Jungkook looked up and wanted to roll his eyes towards the heavens.

When is this woman whose name he doesn’t care to remember, realizes that he doesn’t want her or anything that has to do with her.

“May I help you?” His annoyance was growing quickly.

“Yes. As a matter a fact you can.” She ‘seductively’ walked around his desk and trailed a long slender finger up and down his arm.

He brushed her off and pointedly glared at her.

“Why are you here?” The woman sighed and walked back from around his desk “There’s a board meeting in 10 minutes and you need to be there.”

He grunted in acknowledgement and turned to look for his notepad, not caring if the woman was still standing there or not.

Jungkook was reminded of how much he hated board meetings. There was nothing new to talk about. It was the same old thing just twisted differently to make it seem new and as soon as they were dismissed, he shot out of his seat to go fetch his lunch. He returned to work soon after and before long it was time to go home. Thank God!

Jungkook’s phone vibrated in his pocket to inform him of an incoming call.


“Jungkook-ah!” He withdrew the phone from his ear to ease the ringing caused from Taehyung’s damn loud voice.

“Yes hyung?”

“Why aren’t you back yet?! I’ve been sitting in your apartment for 2 hours waiting for you!”

Jungkook paused at his car door and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Hyung…how the hell did you get in my apartment?”

“I copied your key of course. Now hurry and get here.” Jungkook didn’t get the chance to ask when the fuck did he get a chance to copy his key because Taehyung had already hung up.

“That hyung, seriously.”

Jungkook was about to open his car when thought he heard someone struggling with something.  It was too dark out to see properly. The sun had already set.


No one answered but he could still hear the person cursing up a storm.

“Hello?!” He walked in the direction of the sound which wasn’t far and found a car which looks like it had stopped working.

“You fucking piece of Junk. I paid a lot for you and you stopped working?! I better get my fucking money back or so help me God…”

Jungkook’s eyebrow rose as he looked and saw a tiny human being leaning over to look into the hood of the car with a flashlight.

“Excuse me but do you need help with something?”

“No thank you!” The tiny person continued to grumble and curse under their breath.

“Okay. I’ll be leaving then.”  Jungkook turned away from them and was about to walk away when a small hand grabbed him.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I’m just upset.” You don’t say.

The tiny human (that’s what he’s gonna call him) lifted his head out the hood of the car and stuck out his hand for him to shake.

“Jimin. Park jimin. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Jungkook. Nice to meet you too.” Jungkook was shocked how soft the tiny human’s hands were.  He almost had to urge to stroke it. Almost. He was also well aware how long they’ve been holding hands.

“So tiny- I mean Jimin, you look like you might need a ride. You want a lift?”

“I don’t know you. I can’t just get in a car with you.”  

Jungkook gestured to his work building he just left. “You work in there don’t you?”

“Yeah. So?”

“I work there as well although I’ve never seen you.”

“Strange, I know everybody in this building, well I thought I did. Hm…fine. But if you try anything I know a guy name Yoongi that will come after you wherever you are.” Jungkook chuckled as he led the tiny human towards his car but not before Jimin grabbed his keys and bags.

They sat in comfortable silence only breaking it when Jimin gave him directions towards his home.

“So, Jungkook-shi, are you coming to the company party we’re having on Monday?” Oh yeah…it’s Friday. Yes! A whole weekend of nothing but sleeping and playing games.

“I’m not planning to…”

“You should come, I’ll be great!”

“Yeah..that’s what they said last year.” Jungkook mumbled beneath his breath.

“What was that?”


“So you’re coming?” He really didn’t want to go to suffer another boring party like last year. “Pleaseee come.”

“Fine” A sudden whoop came from his left and Jungkook jumped in surprise.

“Oh, right here.” Jungkook slowed to a stop before a fucking gigantic house.

“Holy shit.” Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and even in the dark he could make out his flushed face.

“Uh, thank you for the ride Jungkook-ah. See you on Monday!” And like that Jimin was out of his car and running up to his big black gate. Jungkook waited while Jimin spoke into the intercom and was buzzed in before he drove off to head home to the imposter that is probably eating out all of his food.

All weekend long, the tiny human- no, Jimin wouldn’t seem to leave Jungkook’s head. He was so small but had a feisty attitude. He wondered if he would see him again. He wanted to see him again. He was now more determined than ever to go to that party.

“Hyung! Where’s my tie?!” It was Monday and for the first time since he started his job, he was eager to get to work.

“How should I know? I don’t live here!”

“You’re here half the time now where is it?!”

“Again, I don’t kno-oh here it is.” Jungook grabbed his black tie to match his black suit with his white dress shirt underneath before running a sweaty hand through his hair.

“You look nervous, why are you nervous?” Tae cast a suspicious eye at Jungkook before giving him a once over.

“You met someone didn’t you?”

“Maybe. Its got nothing to do with you.”

Jungkook fixed his tie, checked his hair and clothes in the glass once more before grabbing his things.

“Just tell me!”

Taehyung used his body to block Jungkook from leaving.

“Move hyung. I’m going to be late.”


Jungkook sighed in exasperation at his hyung behaving like a child rather than the 28 year old he is.

“Fine! Yes, I met someone.”

“What’s her name?”

“It’s a he.”

“Oooh, never knew you swung that way.”

“I don’t make it a thing to voice my preferences everywhere I go.”

“So what’s his name?”

“Not telling you.”

“Does he work with you?”

“I think so. I’ve never seen him in the office though or the building for that matter.”

“Where did you meet him?”

“At the entrance of the building.”

Taehyung combusted into laughter leaving a mildly surprise Jungkook confused.

“I think you like a security guard.” Another round of laughter escaped his hyung.

“He’s not a security guard.”

“Oh yeah? What was he wearing?”

Jungkook tried to remember back to that night to remember what Jimin was wearing but failed.

“Hmm…I don’t remember.”

“You like a security guard.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and pushed his laughing hyung to the side and out of the way so he could leave. Maybe he did like a security guard. So what.

“Goodbye hyung and go home because I won’t be here later. There is a company party and I’m going.”

“Oh, that reminds me. I have a party to attend to too. I was invited. Can you spare a minute to help me find something to wear?”

“Goodbye hyung!” Jungkook ran out the door before this hyung made him late for work.


Jungkook couldn’t focus on anything but seeing Jimin again that day. He walked more than he usually did. He kept his ears perked and eyes open for anyone that might say his name. But the only buzz in the office is about the ‘Big Boss’ actually showing up at the party.

Jungkook has never seen the boss. Taking the fact that he wasn’t the one to hire him out, he should have been able to glimpse the man but he hasn’t. The few meetings plus the company party he attended last year, the boss wasn’t present because something for him apparently came up at those times.

When he went for lunch, his eyes went everywhere in search of the tiny human but all he saw was people carrying last minute decorations for the party that was going on later today. Jungkook returned to work with a slight pout on his face.


“Knock knock.”

“Hm?” Jungkook looked up and saw one of his co-workers standing at his desk. Hoseok or something like that was his name.

“The party starts in five minutes, you coming?”

“Yeah, give me a second.” Hoseok gave him a nod of the head before going on his way.


The party was in full swing-full swing as in everyone was talking to each other in a corner with a drink in their hand. Music was playing but no one was dancing, and it was a nice song too, something about butterflies. Guess the person likes butterflies or was thinking about them at the time.

Jungkook was about to take a sip of his drink when he heard-

“Jungkookie!” What. The. Fuck.

“What the hell are you doing here, hyung?”

“I did tell you that I was invited to a party didn’t I.”

“You didn’t say it was this one.” The hyung tip the drink to his head and gulped half of it down.

“You didn’t ask.”

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose and wondered who the hell could’ve invited him.

“Hyung, who invited you?”

“Oh, It was- oh, there he is. Jimin! Jiminie! Over here!”

Jungkook’s drink almost fell out his hand at the sight before him. There stood Jimin in an all-white suit with his white sleeves that came down to cover half of his tiny hands giving him the cutest sweater paws ever and a black turtle neck underneath; hair styled to fit his soft round face. His plump red lips glossed to perfection.

“Close your mouth kookie, he’s coming.”

But he couldn’t. Jimin looked like he stepped right out of a magazine and was walking right towards him. It was like he was walking in slow motion with that majestic walk of his. Jimin was positively glowing.

“Tae, why are you always shouting when you see me? I wasn’t even that far away.”

Jungkook couldn’t breathe. Jimin’s cologne was too intoxicating. He was too sweet. He wanted to grab him around his waist and shove his face in his neck while-

“Jungkook-ah? You’re staring at me.”

Jungkook blinked his eyes back into focus and looked to see Jimin staring at him in confusion while Taehyung looked really amused.

“Oh-uh sorry. I ju-just  didn’t get a good look at you from the night before that’s all.”

Taehyung tried to stifle his laugh behind his hand as Jungkook flashed him a glare.

“Oh look, I think I see a cute person calling to me over there.”

“Hyun-” “Bye!” Taehyung ran off and left Jungkook standing there a nervous wreck.

“I still don’t know how I don’t know you.” Jungkook swears that Jimin scrunching up his nose in confusion was the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

“I don’t know. I usually just stay at my desk, get lunch, return to my desk then go home.”

“No wonder I don’t know you. You don’t socialize much do you?”

“Other than my crazy hyung over there that’s harassing poor Hoseok, no, I don’t socialize much.”

“Why do you take it a thing to know everyone in the workplace though. Oh wait, a security should know everyone in the company right? To know who comes in and out?”

Jungkook’s smile fell when he saw that Jimin’s face literally had “the fuck are you talking about?” written all over it.

“You’re not a security guard are you?” He watched Jimin’s cheeks swell before he doubled over in laughter.  Jimin was laughing for a good 5 minutes as Jungkook could feel his face heating up. His laugh, sounded like heaven to Jungkook’s ears. He wanted to hear it forever.

“No, I’m not Jungkook. Where did you get that Idea from?”

“It-i-it was Taehyung hyung’s fault!”

“That little…Tae! Do I look like a fucking security guard to you?!” Wasn’t he the one scolding the other for shouting just a little while ago?

“What are you talking about?!  Did you say you were fucking a security guard?! Good! Because so is Jungkook!” What?!

Jimin swung around to look at Jungkook with a surprised face as Jungkook tried but failed to get out an explanation because he was so flustered. So many thoughts ran into Jungkook’s mind, one of which had to do with torturing his hyung for embarrassing him like this.

A lady then came over to them and whispered in Jimin’s ear to which he nodded to before she walked off.

“I have to go do something. Promise me you won’t leave yet?”

…He was pouting.

Jimin was fucking pouting! How is his brain supposed to function?!

Jungkook nodded mutely before watching him walk away and my oh my was that a nice ass.

“Stop staring at his ass pervert.” Taehyung had snuck up behind him and caught in the act.

“Hyung you fucking-“

Tapping on the mike stopped Jungkook from actually saying what he wanted to say to his hyung. Jungkook couldn’t care less for what the lady has to say though. The only reason he was still here was because of Jimin.

“-Give it up for the CEO! Mr. Park!” The fuck.

Jungkook watched as Jimin, the man he was talking to a while ago, walked up to the stage all smiles with a very professional aura. He was the FUCKING CEO!? Jungkook’s mind blanked out as Jimin gave his speech and stepped down.

“You’re the ceo…” Was the first thing Jungkook said when Jimin walked back up to him.

“Yup. Now you know why I want to know everyone in my company.”

“How did I not realize this?”

“Maybe because you have Tae as a friend.”

“Leave me out of your conversations!” When did that hyung wander off again?

Jungkook heart skipped a beat as Jimin slid his hand up into his and held it tightly.

“I’m starting to really like you Jungkook-ah.” Jungkook don’t think his eyes can get any wider than it was already.

“I know you like me too Jungkook. You’ve been staring at me since I came up to you and you’re face gets red every time I talk to you.” Really?! It was?!

Jimin raised a perfectly manicured finger and snap Jungkook’s mouth closed. He swore he stopped breathing when Jimin leaned up to brush his soft lips against his, his scent wafting up into Jungkook’s nose almost making him swoon.

“I know there’s a rule about employees and boss or co-workers dating and all that bullshit but who gives a damn. Would you go out with me Jungkook?” Jimin brushed his lips to his again and Jungkook felt his eyes flutter shut at the spark of pleasure that flew into his brain.

He gently wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, his drink long gone, before whispering gently against his lips “Yes.” And Jungkook did what he wanted to do all night. He crushed Jimin against his chest and kissed him.


Jungkook was working hard. So hard he forgot that he had lunch to go to but he didn’t care. He needed to get this done by 5.

“Psst.” Jungkook’s head flew up to see who made that noise but saw no one.

“Okay then.”

“Psssst.” Jungkook’s head flew up again to find, this time, a pair of bright round eyes looking at him from behind the wall.

A chuckle escaped Jungkook as he dropped his pen and leaned back in his chair.

“Don’t you have any work to do Mister CEO?” Jimin stepped around and came to a halt at his desk.

“Yeah, but guess who forgot to eat his lunch again?”  Jimin walked around Jungkook’s desk and dropped himself on his lap.

“What did you bring for me today?” Jungkook wrapped his arms snugly around Jimin’s waist and laid his chin on his shoulder.

“A bowl of Army stew, now eat so I can stop worrying about you potentially fainting on me.”

“Feed me.”  Jungkook opened his mouth but Jimin closed it.

“Baby, you’re not a child.”

“But you ju-”

“Jimin!” Oh no.

Jimin sighed and reluctantly got up from his seat on Jungkook’s lap but before Jimin could leave, he grabbed onto his arm and gave him the best puppy eyes he could manage.

“Let him get him, for once please. For all the suffering he put me through since I’ve known him.”

Jimin just laughed at the pleading look on Jungkook’s face. “You know I can’t let that happen Jungkook-ah. Just let me deal with this and I’ll be back.” Jimin kissed him softly before pulling away his hand to go check if Taehyung was dead. Why his boyfriend decided to give Tae a job here, he will never know.

Jungkook touched his lips that still tingled from the kiss he just shared with his boyfriend. Boyfriend. It felt great to say that now. Not only that, the woman that’s been on him like leach in the beginning, no longer troubled him knowing that he’s taken. Oh the woman’s face was priceless when she found out who he was dating. As for Jimin…well she’s lucky she left in one piece after he told Jimin what she had been up to.

“Jimin run!”

“But I didn’t do anything!”

“Just run with me!” Jungkook watched as his boyfriend and his hyung ran down the hall laughing like two maniacs as Hoseok ran after them.  Hoseok was going to catch Taehyung one of these days and when he does…

Jungkook laughed as he ate his lunch. Yup, it seems he just might start liking his job here after all.

Can we talk about the need to emphasize Regina’s incredibly fucking sexy legs as she is walking out of Emma’s room? And the how? Casually, and into the jaws of her once sworn enemies.

Furthermore, the charming dance was great, but you can’t expect me to believe that a woman with that maximum level of grace and poise can’t pull off a 2 step. Shmeh. bad writing.

Seriously? This woman?


and she ain’t feelin on the females right?

I’m a grown ass woman. I gave a girl that apple turnover look once, followed by compliments on each others headwear, followed by 45 minutes of making out. I didn’t even know her for 45 seconds. We had sex in the bathroom of a club and I never knew her name. That’s a true story and! Its one of the best stories ever.. So, forgive me if I can see the gay in all of this. And if you can’t then you never met Ashley, or Amber, or Chrissy?

anonymous asked:

Damon Salvatore 86

Damon Salvatore - Rooftop

“Here you are…” You had looked for Damon for a while, searching the whole house, but you hadn’t thought of looking for him outside. It was cold, not snowing yet, but if your instincts were right, you would wake up in the morning to a white world. You shivered when you closed the door behind you, walking up to Damon who was sitting on the porch with his inseparable companion, a bottle of bourbon. 

“Why aren’t you in there with the others?”

Damon just shrugged, taking another sip while he leaned on the bannister, looking out over the garden.
“I’m having a hard time getting in the mood this year. Everything feels so useless without Elena…” Another gulp and you started to wonder how much he had already had and how drunk he exactly was. 
“Why don’t you just go back inside to have a no doubt great time with all the others?”, he frowned, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“And leaving you here in the cold?” You were shivering slightly and you thought you could see the first small snowflakes coming down. “Nope. Not happening. I’m worrying about you, Damon. You can’t shut yourself off completely. Not with Christmas.”

He shrugged. “I can. And I will. Even if I have to climb to the rooftop to get that rest.” He glanced up. “Which… doesn’t even sound like the worst idea ever.” He looked back at you. “You’re coming? Because if I’m not gonna lose you, I better get you up there instead of having you climb yourself and having to interfere because you’d break a leg if I didn’t.”

“You’re not going to stop because I say it’s too high, aren’t you?” You knew Damon. He would just leave you here and you’d feel obliged to go up anyway. “Fine. Help me up.”

Damon grinned, took you in his arms and jumped up, landing smoothly in the roof. You sat down next to him, holding tight to his jacket, shivering, both of the cold and because you were somewhat afraid of hights. You could almost feel Damon roll his eyes before he loosened his jacket, pulling it over you as well, while you crept close to him.
“You do that often? Sit here, watch the world?” You had to admit it was a beautiful view. The lights of the town were visible, even more in this time of the year where everyone had little light up in the trees in their yards, the snow really started to fall and cover everything with a thin white blanket.

“Yup. It’s the only place I can forget how miserable everything has become, ever since I lost her.” Damon never mentioned Elena’s name, but you knew he was thinking about her a lot. “The rooftop is the only place that’s really mine.” He smiled slightly before turning to you. “And yours now as well, I guess… if you don’t freeze before we’re getting down. Drink?”