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Symbol of Hope in the Absence of Peace

@swiftwidget and I were talking about the newest chapter which lead to her Symbol of Hope post, and I’d like to add my thoughts which emphasize her points. (EDIT: This got longer than expected!!!)

First, the closing lines of chapter 154:


Despair. The complete loss of hope.

Izuku. The boy no one saw coming. Toshinori never imagined finding his successor in such a way. Revealing his weakness, his uncertainty, his fear. But time and time again, Izuku was there. He disrupts the wavering peace and creeping despair, bringing about hope. 

Bakugou. Uraraka. Aizawa. All Might over and over. Todoroki. Iida. EVEN STAIN!* And most recently, Lock Rock, Eri, and Mirio.

Izuku brings hope wherever he goes.

He twists their apparent fates. 

Bakugou would have died because of the sludge villain. No one else was acting to save him, even All Might!! But because of Izuku, a quirkless boy, his leap into action caused All Might to surpass his current limits and save them both. The catalyst for change.

Uraraka she could have been seriously injured or died during that exam! There may have been safety measures taken into account, but that giant robot was barreling towards her. Everyone else was running away. Except Izuku.

Aizawa, ready to expel a boy for repeatedly destroying his own body, is amazed by Izuku’s drive, endurance, and willingness to learn and better his control over his self-destructive quirk. He gave Aizawa hope - surpassing his expectations again and again. USJ. Summer Training Camp. Kamino. Overhaul’s hideout. Aizawa holds an immense amount of hope and pride in Izuku, even if he scarcely admits it.

All Might:

Do I even need to say more?

The hope he gives to the others is blatant and I want to mention Stain again.


Stain was disillusioned. Heroes, villains, they were all the same, falling to their vices. Pride, greed, revenge, etc. Iida only proved his point that today’s heroes are a far cry from his ideal version of a true hero, “All Might.” In Stain’s eyes only a select few were deemed worthy enough to call themselves heroes… Finally ready to turn his back on even children, still learning and growing, here comes Izuku! Bringing hope to Stain and Iida alike. 

A boy like this… He has the makings of a true hero. A hero who follows the teachings of All Might.

And GUESS WHAT! If it weren’t for Izuku butting his nose in, Iida would have died and Stain would likely still be at large, still lacking the audience he needs and wants for his message. Without Izuku, there wouldn’t have been that recorded confrontation with Endeavor. Stain would still be in the back streets, voiceless, preaching to victims who would fall by his hand.

Stain saved Izuku from the noumu. He didn’t have to. He could have easily taken another hostage. But IZUKU proved himself to be a true hero in Stain’s eyes. Someone worth saving. A budding seed. Hope for the new generation of heroes Stain was trying to create. Stain’s roles: “[False] Hero Killer” and “[True] Hero Breeder”

Izuku truly is the Symbol of Hope. Of change. Defying fate. Hope is not something that can be seen. If you are certain of something you can’t have hope. It is the time of uncertainty when hope is most needed. 

Sir Nighteye made a mistake in looking into All Might’s future. 

All Might needed hope. Hope that he would recover, return to being a hero. Instead, Sir gave him certainty. The certainty that All Might would fall and die at the hands of a villain. And what did Toshinori do? He accepted his fate. He did not hope to change it. He would fall, and he would die, but he would try his hardest to save those he could. HOWEVER, amidst the certainty that he would die… Izuku was there. Toshinori had hope. He had a need to survive. Rather than placing his life in the hands of certainty, he tossed that certainty aside and trusted in hope.

And he lived.

Because of Izuku.

Izuku “Deku” Midoriya. 

“The Hero Who Doesn’t Give Up”

The Symbol of Hope.

Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours. 

Genre: frat boy!au | smut  | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

Word count: 9 575

a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for  endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)

You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

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anonymous asked:

can you rec some fics where derek (or whoever stiles is paired with) is concerned about stiles' health and like if he is taking care of himself or not?

Here’s Derek Is Worried and Takes Care of Stiles fics. - Anastasia

Originally posted by jenesuispasunefilleparfaite

Hospitals Make for Boyfriends by OdysseyAvis

(1/1 I 1,430 I Teen)

“Stiles if you want to cancel just say so.” Derek should’ve known Stiles would back out. It made sense; Derek was a leather wearing emotionally constipated sourwolf who had a dead family and an psychotic killer ex-girlfriend and had only stopped being a complete dick to Stiles and actually including him in things a couple of months ago. He didn’t even know why Stiles had agreed to this date in the first place.

“But I don’t! I really, really don’t.” Derek’s eyebrows shot up from their previously broody position at Stiles’ somewhat desperate tone. “I just… there’s been some, uh, complications.”


“Yeah, Y'see…a tree fell on me.”

College 301: Health and Wellness by midnightcas

(1/1 I 2,740 I Teen)

This was not on the schedule. And to be honest, Derek Hale wasn’t on the schedule either.

AKA Stiles gets sick during finals week. Enter our favorite grumpy college student.

Blanketed by got_the_bite

(1/1 I 3,306 I General)

“Stiles, where are you?” Derek demands again. His voice is higher than usual Stiles notes.

“You would be such a nice tenor if you joined a choir,” Stiles thinks aloud.

Let me take care of you by LillianDeLooney

(1/1 I 3,434 I Mature)

Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek’s babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…

Can’t Leave You Alone by mommymuffin

(2/2 I 3,664 I Not Rated)

Stiles tries desperately, but the air just won’t come to him. He can’t do it himself. He needs someone. Someone to help him.

And Scott left him.

Hale Construction by Mynuet

(1/1 I 8,342 I General)

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it. 

I Surrender Who I’ve Been For Who You Are by Madalynn_Bohemia

(1/1 I 20,143 I Explicit)

Stiles has been acting bizarre lately. He’s been eating a lot of rare-cooked meat. Sleeping more, getting sick in the mornings…but it’s nothing abnormal. He probably just caught a bug or something. I mean, it’s not like he’s pregnant…


Silent by Handsofred

(2/2 I 21,313 I General)

Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.

I Can’t Save You, If You Won’t Let Me by twistedwings

(15/15 I 22,772 I Explicit)

“Derek! Look what that bastard did to him!” he snarled out and Stiles winced at the malice in his voice and words. Everyone turned around and suddenly it was quiet, Jackson let go of Stiles as Derek walked up to him. “I swear it isn’t what you think! It was my fault. Please believe me,” Stiles begged as the tears began to form in his eyes, Derek looked at the bruise and Jackson was getting even more upset. “This was your fault! Did he brainwash you into believing it was okay to hit you?” Jackson yelled, Stiles shook his head furiously, the tears now falling down his cheeks.

Settle Down by wearing_tearing, whatthehale

(19/19 I 153,181 I Explicit)

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

Hey there, I’m Samantha but you can call me Sam.
I opened this blog as a studyblr along with just random posts about new things I try.

Here are some facts about me:
☆I’m 1⃣7⃣ years old and I’m finishing my sophomore year in about a week. 🎉🎉
★My birth date is 15th February, which means I’m an Aquarius ♒
☆My favorite animals are cats and foxes. 🐱🦊
★I live in Israel and speak Hebrew,Russian and English, and I’m trying to learn Polish as well.
☆I’m a panromntic lesbian and support everyone in and out of the LGBTQA+ community
★I love reading but lately I can’t make the time or find the strength to actually sit down and read
So if you have tips on how to make time for reading, that would be wonderful 😇
☆I love too many artists to mention them all so here are a few of them:
♪Christina Aguilera
♪Hayley Kiyoko
♪The Killers
♪The Pretty Reckless
★My fave TV shows are:
»Crazy Ex-Girlfriend
«13 Reasons Why
»Dear White People
«Orange Is The New Black
»The Closer
«and forever and always: Glee
☆I absolutely LOVE washi tapes and I’m adding my washi tape swatches here(in the summer I’ll hopefully get more so yay 😊☘)

Along with the mandatory subjects at school(History, Citizenship, English, Hebrew, Tanah(bible), Litreture and Mathematics) I also take Chemistry and Biology.
If i pass my finals then I’m done with Citizenship and soon will be over with History and Hebrew so like, fingers crossed 🙏🏻🙏🏻

xoxoxoxoxoxoxyz  asked:

There's this tweet that went viral that says:"Me faithfully texting my girl while I'm at a function telling her some bitch touched me come beat her ass". Can you write about Carl Gallagher at a party where a girl is really into his "white boy carl" phase and tries getting with him knowing damn well that he has a gf. So he calls his gf and starts snitching on the girl touching on him partly because he's faithful and in love but also because he likes to see his gf jealous and possessive

Originally posted by choiryoungjae

I Don’t Play Games:

A/N: What do you think of the breaks? Should I keep them like that or just be regular with the dashes? Also I hope you all enjoy!

Warning: Cursing.

You were laying in bed regretting the fact that you didn’t go to the party tonight with your boyfriend Carl. Carl Gallagher knew how to handle himself when it came to temptation now because he knew you weren’t an easy girl to get and play with. “White Boy Carl” knew better than to play with your emotions because you weren’t the nicest girl out there but he loved you regardless. You rolled over trying to come up with different scenarios as to what might be actually going on at the party, causing you to sigh because all the scenarios drove you insane.


 He watched the room, secretly hoping she would come and surprise him but his wishes weren’t met. “Yo’ White Boy! How about a drink?” He heard a girl yell from behind him. He laughed her off at first, he wasn’t into any other girl beside his one killer girlfriend “Get lost girl, you looking for some sort of death wish?” He asked giving her a rude look and in that moment he felt her arms wrap around him, causing him to stand there in pure shock “No, I’m looking for some of that White Boy Carl action. So are you gonna give it to me or not?” She asked lowly trying to be sexy but no one was sexy to Carl anymore.

 This girl didn’t know him, she knew his phase but she couldn’t even answer one simple question about him “Aight, first, what’s my last name?” He asked grabbing the girl’s arms unwrapping her from his body in pure disgust. “Um.. it’s.. I know it.. we have math together.. I’m just too drunk to remember it..” she said giggling “Then you must be too drunk to hook up too.” Carl said walking out of the party reaching for his phone, seeing as this was a perfect opportunity to call his favorite she devil. “Yo Babe, I need you ASAFP.” He said into his phone smirking once he heard the beep, evil was about to shop up to this part locked and loaded. He walked back into the party sitting on a barstool waiting for her big entrance.


 You were livid, you knew once Carl called you stating it was as “ASAFP” moment, you were going to fuck up someone’s face. It’s just a matter of who now, but you were a punch first questions later kind of girl. You were outside of the house party, you breathed deeply a couple of times before stepping inside the hot and humid house. “Yo Babe!” You heard a voice call and you snapped your neck because that voice only could belong to your favorite person who was near the bar with some girl you couldn’t see her clearly but you saw her trying to get a bit to hansy with him. “Who’s this chick baby?” You asked sitting on Carl’s lap smiling at the girl as you felt Carl wrap his arms around you taking in your smell.

 "Damn baby, you smell delicious. Shit I wonder what you taste like.“ He said kissing your neck but your main focus was on the girl who was sitting shocked in front of you and Carl “Why so shocked Madison? You and everyone else in this damn school knows Carl is off limits to ANYONE who isn’t me. Or did you forget that, like how you forgot how many boys you’ve slept with from the 8th grade?” You said smirking at her. You gripped Carl’s leg “It’s a pity when the pretty girls are sluts. But let me make something VERY clear Madison.” You said now standing up and approaching her placing one hand on the bar and the other hand clutching her hair roughly bringing her ear next to your mouth “Carl Gallagher, is my fucking man. NO ONE is allowed to touch what’s mine. The next time you forget it, I won’t be as gentle.” You said flinging her away from the bar and your boyfriend.

 She was now at the point of shaking, you saw the tears fall from her eyes but it made no effect on you, you blew a kiss in her direction before watching her run away. “Baby that was so hot.” Carl said standing behind you wrapping his arms around your waist “You know what else is hot?” You asked turning in his arms “What?” He asked smirking “Your ass at my house, spending time with me.” You said walking out of his embrace and towards the door. The best thing about dating Carl was you didn’t even have to turn back to know he was following your every move, because he was that into you. “Hm, my feet hurt.” You said and before you could make another comment you were wrapping your arms around Carl’s neck carefully as he gave you a piggyback ride to your house “I gotcha baby.” He said softly smiling.

 "Damn, Gallagher you really know how to win a girl over huh?“ You asked looking at the empty block “Nah, just you baby. The only girl I want to win over again and again.” He said leaning down to place you on the ground “God I love you white boy.” You said laughing “I love you more (Y/N).” He said kissing your forehead softly allowing you to walk ahead of him but not without smacking your ass before you went inside.

 "Oops. Slipped.“ He said laughing cause you to roll your eyes at him “Watch yourself Gallagher.” You said flipping him off. Now the night will officially start and end in the same minute.

We are so dead

Originally posted by carls-left-eye

*Not my gif. credits to the owner*

Daryl!Father X Reader, Negan X Reader, Carl X reader. 

Words: 1700 

Summary: You are Daryl’s daughter and you aren’t allowed outside the walls of Alexandria. Everything changed when you and Carl sneak out while he’s away and get caught by some guy with a baseball wrapped in barb wire. 

You were on a walk with Carl. Carl was your best friend. Way before Alexandria even existed. Ever since the very beginning. You guys were walking to your house to hang out. You guys walked up to the front door. Inside you saw Daryl sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich.

“Hey, dad.” You greeted with a wave. “Carl and I are gonna hang out upstairs.” You say running up the stairs.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m going out with scavenging for a while. Remember. Stay here in Alexandria. You hear me?” He said standing up.

“Why can’t I go?” You sighed. You wanted to go so badly. You haven’t been outside the walls in ages. “I can protect myself.” You were basically begging at this moment.

“I said no. No means no. Got it?” He said starting to get annoyed.

“Fine.” You muttered turning to walk upstairs.

“I’ll see ya later, Bye Y/N. Bye Carl.” He said grabbing his crossbow from the counter and heading out.

You sighed and walked into your room with Carl. You ran across the room and grabbed your backpack out of the closet. “Y/N, What are you doing?” Carl asked.

“I’m going scavenging.”  You explained. You got a box off of the top of your closet down and opened it. You pulled out a knife and a gun. Nobody knew you had these hidden up there, well besides Carl.

“Your dad’s gonna kill you.” Carl sighed. “Plus, everyone here knows that you aren’t allowed outside the walls.”

“That’s why I’m sneaking over the wall. They’ll never know I’m gone. I want to prove to dad that I can protect myself.” You explained.

Carl sighed. “We can go to my room and read comics instead.” Carl offered to try to change your mind.

“No. I’m leaving.” You muttered throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“Fine. I guess if I can’t change your mind. I’ll just go with you.” Carl said running out the door and coming back a few minutes later with his backpack. You smiled.

“Let’s go.” You said opening your window and jumping out.

“Why don’t we just go out the front door?” Carl asked following you.

“Because my father has Carol across the street watching out for me. Plus it’s not as fun that way.” You explained and Carl just shook his head.

You guys climbed the wall and jumped down. You were finally out of those walls. You sighed with relief. You grabbed Carl’s hand and pulled him into the trees. You guys began running the opposite way your father usually went. The only way you know which way that is is because when you guys first arrived you would watch him leave from the guarding post.

It was a couple of hours before you guys reached a neighborhood. You guys slowly walked into the first house. The only thing you found was an old half-empty cat food container. You ran upstairs while Carl was still searching downstairs. You opened the first bedroom slowly. You didn’t see any sign of danger. You proceeded to enter. You were looking in some old desk drawers when you heard growling coming from outside the room.

Pulling the knife out of your pocket you slowly made your way to the door. It was scratching at the closed door. Which, you could have sworn you left open. You swung the door open ready to stab one of them. Once you opened the door, Carl started laughing.

“Not funny.” You laughed and punched him in the arm.

“We should continue on.” He said still laughing.

“Come on, Grimes.” You laughed and ran down the stairs. You guys wandered the neighborhood some more. While searching the houses you guys only found 3 really bent smashed cans, which you hoped still contained something edible.

“Shit.” You muttered.

“What?” Carl asked confused.

“It’s starting to get dark, and we are a good few hours from home.” You said looking up at the oranging sky.

“Damn it,” Carl muttered. You guys turned to run back towards home when a group of 10-15 walkers walked around the corner. You guys exchanged worried looks. You both pulled out your guns and shot as many as you guys could manage. Leaving about 5-6 left. You nodded at Carl and ran towards them. You stabbed one right between the eyes.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Carl fighting with one of them. You turned to help him when a walker grabbed your shoulder. Turning to stab it another one gained up on you.

“Carl!” You yelled.

You heard gunshots then the walkers fell to the ground. You fell to your knees along with them. You heard someone walk up. Expecting to see your father you looked up.

A guy with slicked-back black hair smiled at you. He held out his hand to help you up. You looked over at Carl with a worried look. The guy had a salt and pepper type beard and on his right shoulder, he held a baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire.

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “We better get going.” You said turning towards Carl who looked terrified.

“Wow. Not so fucking fast, Sweetheart.” You slowly turned around. “What’s your name?” He asked.

You felt Carl slowly inch closer to you, “Y/N.” You said. “Y/N Dixon.”

“Dixon? Damn, I thought you looked fucking familiar. Your father punched me in the face that one night.” You looked at him confused.

“Oh. You weren’t there were you? I think I would remember a fucking beautiful face like yours.” He smiled.  “Where is your dear old father anyways?” He asked.

This must be that Negan guy. You remembered that time your father was taken. You shook your head. “I don’t know I haven’t seen him since you fucking took him.” You said. You could feel the anger building up.

“Don’t talk to Negan that way.” One of the guys behind him said pointing his gun at you.

“No. No, it’s perfectly fucking fine.” Negan smiled.

“We better be heading back. It was nice to meet you.” You said turning away.

“Why don’t we take you guys back?” Negan asked.

“That’s really nice of you to offer, but we can handle it.” You denied.

“Yeah, because you had it perfectly handled a few minutes ago. We will give you a ride.” He said more directly this time. You looked over at Carl and nodded. Negan glanced at Carl then back to you. “Let’s go. You can ride with me. Carl can ride in the back with the others.” He said placing his hand on your back and leading you to the truck. You looked at Carl. He nodded slightly as if saying be good. You gave a little nod back and walked to the truck. You climbed into the passenger seat, while Negan sat in the drivers.

After about 10 minutes Negan started talking. “So, how long have you and future little serial killer been together?” He asked.

“We’ve been best friends since the beginning of all this, but we aren’t a couple.” You said quietly.

“I see. He’s a little too wild for you?” Negan asked.

“More of the other way around.” You replied.

“Oh alright.” Negan laughed a deep loud laugh.

You smiled awkwardly. It was about another half an hour when Negan pulled up to the gates of Alexandria. You mentally prayed that your father was nowhere around. The gates opened, and there stood Rick. You sighed to yourself.

“You weren’t allowed outside the walls, were you? That’s why you weren’t in the lineup.” Negan said. You nodded.

He laughed and shook his head. He opened his door and jumped out. “Rick! What’s fucking up buddy.” He said patting Rick on the shoulder. Rick looked up at you and gave you that look saying you were in big trouble.

“I came to drop off, future serial killer and his girlfriend.” Negan explained looking over at you. He waved you over. You reluctantly got out of the truck. Hell at this point you were probably safer with Negan. You walked over to Rick and Negan. You refused to make eye contact with either of them, so you just kicked dirt around with your foot.

“Although, I’d love to stay. I must get going. Next time better watch your little serial killer and this little chipmunk closer. They were pretty far out. Had to save them from a hoard of the damn dead.” Negan patted your back and walked back to the truck.

“Alright get in there, boy.” He said motioning to Carl. Carl jumped down off the truck and ran over to you.

“You alright?” Carl asked.

“Sorry about your father,” Negan yelled as they sped away.

“Inside. Now.” Was all Rick could manage to say. You looked at Carl and walked inside. “What the hell were you thinking?” Rick asked angrily.

“Y/N!” You heard your father scream. Shit. You looked up and saw your father storm over to you. “Sorry.” You mumbled. He didn’t yell at you. He pulled you into a hug. “If something would have happened to you.” He muttered.

“I’m sorry, dad.” you apologized.

“We’ll talk about this when I get back to the house. Get your little ass in there now.” He demanded. You nodded and walked away. Carl followed you.

You guys got around the corner when Carl sighed. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized.

“Why are you sorry? I got us into this mess.” You mumbled.

“I couldn’t protect you.” He said.

“Carl, you don’t have to.” You said looking at him.

“I know, but if something would have happened to you.” He started.

“Carl. I would have been ok.” You reassured.

“Y/N, I just want to say I love you.” He said and you looked over at him.

“Carl I love you too.” You smiled.

“No, Y/N. I mean I’m in love with you.” He clarified.

“Carl, I know what you meant.” You said and he looked up at you. “And I said I do too.” You guys were in between your guy’s houses. You guys were neighbors anyways. He pulled you into the space between the house and pressed his lips to yours.