normal dreams like this never happen to me

soft emoji asks

💗  - if you could choose, which time period would you live in? why?

🌿  - what place do you wish you where right now? why?

💫  - what’s the feeling of one emotion that you’ve never been able to label?

🌷  - what are some physical traits you are attracted to?

💐  - what are some personality traits you are attracted to?

📺  - describe a picture you’ve had in your head and wanted to take. 

👼🏼  - what is your ideal friend like?

🌙  - are you more nostalgic or foward-looking? or are you neither?

☁️  - what colour does one of your idols remind you of?

💞  - what does love feel like to you?

🍃  - what’s one thing that you regret never saying?

🐰  - what’s one of your favourite childhood memories?

 - what normally happens in your dreams?

☕️  - who makes you feel warm and cozy?

🌟  - who’s a character that you relate a lot to? why?

anonymous asked:

Hey! i've been trying to find some fics of sterek like as all the pack together in it some new ones? 🤗


Umm…maybe? Here are a bunch that I tagged pack feels :) Also the classic list is here if you haven’t read those yet. 

The More Things Change by  KouriArashi | 80.3K

Ten years ago, there was a major war between the supernatural world and the mundane. Now Beacon Hills is cut off and the Argents are in control, and the supernatural creatures are slowly being hunted down. But when Stiles, who was adopted by the Argents after the death of his parents, makes friends with the Hale Pack, things start to change…

My Life is not a Horror Movie, Derek by  DiscontentedWinter | 38.9K

Stiles keeps dreaming of people in robes with knives.
With chanting. In Latin.
And he mentioned the knives, right?
That can’t be good.

Revelations by  Inell | 8.6K

Stiles finally gets some answers about why the Hales left Beacon Hills without ever looking back. He’s the one answering questions later, though, when his pack finds out about his mate bond with Derek.

The Road Less Traveled by  gryvon | 25.1K

Stiles doesn’t want to die in a basement. No one is going to die in the Argent’s basement, not if he can help it.

Plus One by  Moosey | 44.8K

“Dude, I can’t show up solo to my ex-girlfriends wedding. I can’t do that,” Scott stressed, his face arranged in an expression that was almost comically anguished, like one of those weird, sad-face, tragic drama masks.

“So we find you a date,” Stiles shrugged, as though it was no big deal. Scott was adorable, in reasonably good shape, and probably the best guy Stiles had ever known, or would ever know. He wouldn’t have any real issues with getting a girl.

“Stiles, it’s in two weeks. Two weeks. How do I find a girl willing to date me, and come abroad with me to my exes wedding, in two weeks?!”

If You’re Going Through Hell (Keep Going) | 48.5K

Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.

Time to Begin by  triedunture | 20.7K

Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.

Take Me Back To The Start by  thingcalledlove | 25.8K

Derek had never intended to be named People’s Sexiest Man Alive. It just sort of happens.

[Or, in which Derek stumbles into stardom, becoming the next big thing and Stiles somehow stumbles (read: gets pushed unwillingly by the rest of the pack) into the role of Derek’s PR boyfriend.]

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by  thepsychicclam | 105.1K

It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.

some nights by  Hymn | 5K

Derek pisses Stiles off, and Stiles issues an “open-door policy” for the teenaged werewolves in his life. (Which is, really, more of an open-window policy, because seriously: werewolves) After that it is, like, all werewolf all the time.

Not How I'd Imagined - Part 2

Here it is! Part 2 of the Tim x Reader soulmate series. Hope you guys like it, tell me what you think!

Part 1

Tagging: @jadedhillon


Thankfully the elevator in the lobby was working for once, so you didn’t have to worry about dragging Tim up five flights of stairs. Every time you thought his real name the unlikelihood of the situation hit you again; the fangirl inside of you was squealing right now. The receptionist barely spared you a glance as you shuffled past; living in this neighbourhood it probably wasn’t the strangest thing she’d seen tonight. She was most likely just glad that you were quiet and keeping to yourselves. In the elevator Tim slumped up against the metal wall. You noticed with mild alarm that his breathing was starting to sound laboured. A quick glance up at his face confirmed this; his jaw was set in a grimace of pain, although you could tell that he was trying not to let it show. When he caught you looking his lips quirked up in a slight smile. Despite yourself you blushed, quickly averting your eyes to the floor. You weren’t sure where this sudden shyness had come from; you’d been yelling at him less than an hour ago. Thankfully the elevator ‘pinged’ then and the doors slid open, sparing you from your embarrassment.

You guided Tim down the hallway to your door, fumbling for a second to get your key out and unlock it with one arm wrapped around Tim to keep him upright. Once you were in you flipped on the lightswitch and swept your eyes over the kitchen. Luckily it seemed that your roomate hadn’t come home today, as the room seemed to be pretty much as you’d left it. You didn’t dislike the other girl; as roomates went you could have done a lot worse, and you coexisted in relative ease. It helped that she was rarely home, she was the kind of person who was always invited to something or other, and never turned down an opportunity to go out. You were just glad she never decided to bring the party home with her. It was particularly fortunate tonight as you didn’t have to make up an excuse for bringing Red Robin into your apartment.

It was a relief to finally get Tim onto the sofa. He slumped into the seat with a quiet groan, hand going instinctively to his ribs. You winced sympathetically. “Hang on, I’ll go grab the first aid kit,” He nodded, and you could feel his eyes on you as you went to rummage around in the cupboard under the sink. It took a couple minutes to locate it as you hadn’t had cause to use it since you’d moved in. On the upside that also meant that it was fully stocked. You were so glad your parents had persuaded you to take a first aid course last year, otherwise you’d have no idea how to help him. As it was you were still a little nervous as you knelt down by his knees, placing the first aid to kit on the floor and flipping open the lid. Tim didn’t bother questioning whether or not you knew what you were doing; you could hear the rustle of material as he struggled to free himself from the confines of his tunic. “Will Nightwing be able to find you here?” You asked partially to distract him from the pain, but mostly because you were curious. You had always wondered how they managed to show up just at the right time to help each other out, you figured they probably had some way of communicating that the public wasn’t aware of. Your suspicions were confirmed when he answered. “Yeah, there’s a tracker in my earpiece. He’ll come pick me up when he’s done, I hope,” “You hope?” You pulled out an elastic ace bandage with a triumphant “Ah-ha!” Tim laughed wryly. “Well, out of the three of my brothers he’s the most likely to try. But I like to think that nothing’s guaranteed in our line of work,”

That comment threw you. “Wait, your brothers?” You looked up at him in puzzlement, and gasped. While you’d been rummaging around for supplies Tim had taken off his mask, revealing the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen. But that wasn’t what had shocked you. You recognised that face. It was printed on every business and social magazine in Gotham at least once a month. “You’re Tim Drake!” It was more of an accusation than a statement. He just gave you a tiny nervous grin, and you suddenly felt a little dizzy. “Ohmygod. What is even happening,” You shook your head to clear it. “Wow. So does that mean the others…?” Tim nodded. “Yep. Nightwing is Dick, Red Hood is Jason, and Robin is Damian. And Batman is Bruce, obviously.” He paused, “I probably should have double checked it was okay to tell you that, but oh well,” he shrugged, then winced. It reminded you suddenly of what you were meant to be doing, as opposed to sitting there and gaping at him like an idiot.

Tim had already freed himself from the top half of his suit, so you had a clear view of his injuries. There were a few minor cuts and bruises, but his ribs were by far the worst. They were already swollen and purple looking, backing up your theory that they were probably fractured. “Do you think you can sit forward a little?” Tim complied, wincing when you started to wrap the bandage around his torso. You tried hard to focus on the task at hand, and not on the fact that you were currently about three inches away from Red Robin’s chest. You hoped he didn’t notice the slight shaking of your hands. When you were done you handed him the ice pack you had grabbed from the fridge on your way back, along with a couple of pain-relief tablets. “Thanks,” he mumbled, swallowing the pills dry and then holding the icepack gingerly to his ribcage. You nodded, proceeding to grab the antiseptic to treat the rest of his injuries.

Despite the distraction your mind was racing. “I still can’t believe it… I mean, wow,” You didn’t know if you were talking to him or yourself. “Probably a lot more than you bargained for right?” Tim sounded apologetic and you rushed to correct him. “No! I mean, I love you guys!” Your cheeks lit up. “I mean, um. The work you do, and stuff, I’m a big fan,” You felt like such an idiot. He laughed warmly, dropping his head back on the sofa cushions and smiling at you. You realized belatedly that he must be exhausted. “Good, cause you’re gonna need to if you’re going to put up with us… if you want to that is,” Tentatively you reached out and took his hand where it rested on the cushions. “I want to,” you promised. He squeezed your hand, letting his eyes fall closed contentedly. His expression was almost peaceful now, you guessed that the medicine was starting to kick in. You made to pull away so you could finish putting your stuff away and grab him a blanket, but were cut short when he whined in complaint, tightening his hold on your hand. You looked back to find him giving giving you puppy dog eyes; making it virtually impossible to say no to him. You giggled. “Just let me go get a blanket, I’ll be back in two seconds,” He released you reluctantly and you hurried to the linen closet, anxious to keep your promise. You still couldn’t believe that this was happening to you, it was like something out of a dream.

When you returned Tim was already half asleep. You took the icepack from him gently, settling in beside him and draping the blanket over the both of you. Normally you would never be this comfortable with someone you had just met, but with Tim it just felt different. Maybe it was because he was your soulmate (your stomach did a little flip at the idea), or maybe it was just because he had been leaning on you for the journey here anyway, you weren’t sure. Whatever the reason, it felt completely natural to have Tim reach for your hand under the blankets and lean in to rest his head on your shoulder.
That was how Dick found you when he climbed through your window later that night, both of you fast asleep together on the sofa, the lights still on. Needless to say he was more than a little confused. Tim had a lot of explaining to do.

Picture Perfect (pt. 5)

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | PT. 4 | PT. 5

Reader x Yoongi

Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.

Genre: Drama/Romance

WARNING: sexual assault

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Count: 7,740

A/N: I wrote this in less than two days when normally it takes me… awhile haha. The beginning is suuper fluffy (no spoilers though) and the end it gets super messed up. Why did I write this? Let’s hope there’s not too many errors…

“No, But I’ve Kissed You With It.”

I didn’t really sleep that night.

I wasn’t flustered or over-thinking what had just happened, though. I just felt sad more than anything. I felt sad because I could never have a normal night out with my friends. I felt sad because I was never going to realistically achieve my dream of becoming a doctor. I felt sad because I knew my love life was non-existent – and I especially felt sad because the only guy that did pay attention to me was a freeloader who didn’t actually like me. The worst part was that it was a Saturday night, which meant I didn’t have work in the morning and I’d have to face him.

How awkward. I hated confrontation, almost more than Yoongi. But mixing both of them together was a dangerous game.

When I did wake up, I stared at my ceiling for what felt like forever – dreading coming out of my room. I knew he was right there on the couch. There was only a thin wall separating us, really, and I prayed he had just left in the middle of the night.

No, you don’t, I sighed deeply.

I considered falling back asleep and enjoying my day off, but I knew I was just trying to procrastinate. Rolling out from the sheets, I looked down to see I was still in my clothes from yesterday.

What a wreck.

A part of me wanted him gone, but then again I had no one. The company sucked – he sucked – but it was better than what I previously had. I mean, sometimes he was nice. He had that going for him after all. He’s also not bad to look at, a small smile played on my lips briefly, before returning to the default frown I held and I shook my head. Though I tried to dismiss whatever just went through my head, I couldn’t deny it. He’s not that bad at kissing, either. Perhaps, just maybe, he had forgotten what happened last night. My heart dropped at that thought though, but I didn’t think about it too hard before I started towards the door.

The squeak of the hinges seemed dangerously loud, even with the TV that was playing in the next room over. He’s not gone, I breathed a little. I didn’t dare to call out to him though – even if I wanted to, my throat felt tight. I ended up lowering my head and quickly pacing to the kitchen to start coffee. Passing by the living room, I glanced to where he normally slept on the couch.

He’s gone.

My throat tightened more, and I tried to ignore it by thinking, “why did he leave the TV on” and, “when did he go”. I clenched my hands, the palms still achy from last nights abuse. I winced slightly, opting to reach for the remote that was close by to turn the television off. Turning back towards the kitchen, I sighed deeply again to try and compose myself. Why do I feel so disappointed that he left? Of course he would – I would.

I really should have stayed in bed.

If my throat was tight before, it was strangling me now. On the island counter, out for full display, was a box of donuts.

Cautiously, I moved around it, my eyes boring into the cardboard. Carefully, I began opening the lid, afraid to breathe. Why? It’s just pastries. I closed my eyes before I was able to see anything. Why are you so nervous? Why are you always so damn -

“Yah, you turned off my show.” Yoongi’s voice scared me, my eyes springing open to stare at the donuts. “I was watching that, you know.” I didn’t know what to feel. I was emotionally drained. I wasn’t breathing. “Hey, are you okay?”

I didn’t know how he had done it, or why, but spread out in the box were the donuts – some cut to fit into the word, “sorry”.

“Why?” Was my first word. I didn’t know what I was asking though.

I heard him cross to the couch, sitting on it. “I’m not good with words.”

“Well you just spelled one.” I finally looked up at him, my heart aching as my eyes landed on him. I’m so emotional today.

“I go out of my way to do something nice, and this is what I get?” His lips thinned, eye’s squinting. His hair was messy, a little all over the place. “Not that I expected a thanks, but I mean, I did expect a thanks.” He looked tired, like he also hadn’t slept much. “Hello?”

I cleared my throat, looking away, “Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to.” I closed the box, “There’s nothing to be sorry about.” Is that true? I couldn’t answer my own question. “Did you want some?”

“Yes?” He answered sarcastically, breaking the ice-thin air. Instead of feeling surrounded by a cloud it felt warm now. Better. “Can you just bring them over here and set them on the coffee table? I don’t want to get up.”

I frowned at him, but did as he said. “The coffee table is so far from the other -”

“Then sit on the couch with me.” His face kept straight, “I don’t take up the entire thing.” I only frowned deeper.

Sitting the box down, I curled up in the corner of the opposing side he was on, leaving as much space as possible between us. He immediately reached for the donuts, pulling out one that was part of the “Y”. Yoongi took a large bite of it, his jaw working. I still felt awkward, not wanting to grab one let alone move from my tight position. It was uncomfortable, but I felt better wrapping up into myself.

“You don’t want one?” He asked, looking over while licking his lips. I shrugged, looking away as quick as possible. You can’t even look at him? Pathetic. “What’s wrong? You’re quiet, it’s weird.”

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes, instantly reaching for what was part of the “S”.

“That’s better.” I heard the smile in his voice. I hid my small smile by shoving the doughnut into my mouth. “Wow, you were hungry.”

I glared over at him, swallowing. “And that’s a bad thing?” He shook his head, reaching into the box for seconds. We ate in silence, my knees still hugging my chest.

I didn’t have much of an appetite, my mood still low. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him much either. Why are you acting like this? There had to be something to offset what was happening to me – why I feared him leaving so much. I closed my eyes, head leaning against a cushion, and trudged through my memories. I kept hitting dead-ends and walls before a face flashed through my mind.

Jinwoo. My first boyfriend.

We had dated for over two years as teenagers. Though we were young, we always promised to marry each other, that we’d have kids, that we’d grow old together. Looking back at it, it seemed cheesy. Everything about us screamed “gooey couple”, and we were naive to becoming adults and graduating. At first I was confused – he was a beautiful memory. Then again, it’d been six or seven years since we had separated.

Separated. I opened my eyes in time to see Yoongi finish another doughnut. He left me, I felt a boulder fall onto my chest, making it hard to breathe again. I remember.

The night of my seventeenth birthday Jinwoo had finally convinced me to have sex with him – since I was too nervous before that. The whole “I’m old now, it’s going to be fine” motto kept surging through my veins. In the end I had woken up to an empty bed and a short text message saying “Thanks, see you around”. Confused, I tried calling him and the only voice that greeted me was his voice-mail. I texted him an endless amount of times, asking him what he meant – begging him to reply.  After two weeks of ignoring my calls, not texting back, and even avoiding me at school, he finally messaged me.

How did you not catch that I was cheating on you this entire time.”

I called his best friend, desperate for an explanation. All he did was chuckle and say “I mean, he did get what he wanted.”

“What do you remember?” I finally spoke, my eyes drifting from my hands to his confused face. “From last night.”

He swallowed quickly, “Enough.” I nodded. “And I’m sorry. That was… dicky. I know I should of probably just left but -”

“No, it’s okay.” I interrupted with the words still on his tongue, “You were drunk and those things happen. You didn’t hurt me or anything, so it’s okay.” My nervousness prompted me to grab the next part of the “S”.

“I don’t think it is.” He leaned back in the couch, “I heard you crying.” I paused, not knowing what to say. “I couldn’t remember if I had done something, I couldn’t sleep.”

My hand finally reached my mouth, “That’s… embarrassing.”  I took a bite, trying to distract myself. “It wasn’t because of you. I don’t even remember doing that.” I tried to laugh. “Thanks for saying thanks though, that’s the first time you’ve said it to me, I think.”

“Sorry if I said some weird stuff. I was -”

Really drunk? I figured.” I look at him, taking another bite. Yoongi’s eyes were straight ahead, his hands clasped as he rubbed his thumbs together. You look so exhausted. “It was kind of cute.”

A blush took spread across his cheeks; his thumbs halted. “Hmm, try creepy.”

“No, I’m serious.” I smiled, setting down the rest of my doughnut, “It was more creepy that I kind of enjoyed it.” I mumbled the last part, embarrassed. Did you just really say that? “Ignore what I just said.” I looked down at my hands again.

“No, what? I didn’t hear you.” I looked up, relieved. “Just kidding.” He smirked playfully, my jaw dropping. Oh, fuck you too. I went to turn before he reached out to me, “Wait, Y/N.”

“What.” Blushing, I mumbled. I cannot believe you just did that.

“You have some icing…” His hand touched my face, his thumb that was just fiddling with his other now dragging across my bottom lip, “…right there.” Yoongi’s voice was almost a whisper, shaking slightly a lot like his hand was. I was frozen in spot, mouth slightly agape. What is he doing? Why did he do that? His thumb slowly left my lip and his hand followed before he brought them both to his own. Opening his mouth, he placed in thumb inside and sucked on it softly.

My breath hitched as my heart began beating faster. Whoa, what the fuck. My eyes left his fingers and rested on his. Instead of the usual dark and stormy presence they took a hold of in situations like this, they seemed cautious – nervous even. Never the less, though, they were still gigantic; engulfing me. What do I say? Do I even say anything? Should I act like that never happened and continue on with my life knowing this?

“I’m sorry,” his voice quivered a touch. I had never seen him like this, leaving me dumbstruck, “I think I missed some.”


I expected his thumb to touch my mouth again, but it ended up hooking under my chin and pulling up as he gently leaned forward. Suddenly I was thankful that earlier my knees had dropped, the space had shrunk to next to none as his lips landed on the corner of my mouth, kissing the spot.

Yoongi left his lips there for a second, not a breath fanning from his mouth. His thumb left my chin, his hand’s warmth disappearing from my neck, and he dropped it to his lap. He leaned back, blinking rapidly like he was trying to concentrate. “I’m sorry, that was wrong.” He let out a frustrated sigh, “Why do I keep doing this to -”

“Hey, it’s okay.” I reached out, touching his clenched fist, “It’s all okay.”

Why is it? I leaned forward, copying what he had done except this time our lips met. Why is it he’s so manipulative?

“Are you going out tonight with Taehyung and Hoseok and all o’them?” Yoongi asked, coming out of the bathroom as he dried his hair, “I’m honestly only going because Namjoon is – he’s not, well, at least he doesn’t act young like the rest. They get annoying sometimes.” Nodding, I sifted on the couch so I was laying down on it.

It hadn’t seemed that long since he had bought apology donuts for me, but we were almost nearing three weeks since it had happened. Why are you counting? It didn’t seem like a significant event, but I felt like I had broken down one of the many walls that Yoongi surrounded himself in. He doesn’t like you.

“You’re quiet today…” he disappeared, but the sounds of a drawer opening and closing gave his spot away, “It’s weird, you should stop.” Yoongi’s voice was farther away yet it still echoed in my head.

Every time he talks it does.

“Hey, it’s weird you’re caring – you should stop.” I retorted, sighing as I placed my phone on my lap. “You’re also really talkative. It’s annoying.”

In the time that had passed – him still mooching off of me – nothing had happened between us. Not even a glace or something said that seemed flirtatious in any way. In a sense I could tell he was just trying to stay away because of what he had done, but even while I did respect that I felt… lonely. The only thing he seemed to like was his camera.

He poked his head out of the door, frowning, “Aw, now you’re just being a dick.” Turning off the light, he opened the door before coming to the back of the couch and kneeling as he rested his arms on the back. “Is it that time of the month or something?”

“Whoa that was sexist, buddy.” I shook my head as I shot him a look of disgust, “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No, but I’ve kissed you with it.”

“I’m…” I stared at him. Yoongi’s face didn’t so much as crack a smile and his eyes shined playfully, “….not going to try to even reply to that. You’re disgusting and twisted.” Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone and punched the pass-code in, “And ‘FYI’, no, it’s not – but thanks for checking in.”

“Jesus Christ Y/N, it’s just a joke. Chill the fuck out.” Yoongi scoffed, standing up, “I’m just trying to lighten mood, make you laugh or something.” He turned, starting towards the bathroom again.

Don’t leave.

“Yoongi stop.” I clicked my phone off, swallowing thickly, “I’m sorry I’m acting bitchy…” The comment about kissing me threw me off guard. I was finally getting used to nothing, and there he goes being the sneaky, little bastard. He tried to make you laugh, that’s it. He doesn’t like you.

It stayed silent for a moment, his back still turned to me. I was about to call out to him and apology again when his head turned slightly towards me, “Did you want to ride with me?” I tried to hide my smile, but he didn’t let me answer before turned on the light in the bathroom again, “Be ready in forty-five minutes… and look nice – my car is too nice to be treated that way.”

“I thought I said forty-five minutes, not forty-five hours.” He tapped his knee impatiently as I opened the passenger’s door.

“It was just an extra ten minutes? We’re fine, no one’s even going to be there yet. Did you text Taehyung?”

“Haha, no. That’s your job. I got enough of him just by sleeping at his house for two nights.” I closed the door and he drove off, the engine making a small rumble. “Did you really need those extra ten minutes? It would have literally made no difference.”

“Hey! It matters.” I mumbled, still buckling, “You have to match your shoes or you just look ghetto.”

“You’re ghetto anywa-”

“Min Yoongi.” I warned as we stopped at a light, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. Who’s the one being dicky now?” I glared, the light bouncing off his skin as he turned his head. My tall stance faltered as his eyes met mine, my senses suddenly becoming acute to the cologne he wore. Stop, he doesn’t like you.

“Oh shut up, I’m just giving you crap.” He chuckled, and the red turned to green. “You look great either way.”

My heart took a punch – or at least, that’s what it felt like. Stop. I bit my cheek, leaning my head on the glass. He doesn’t like you. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply. Why do I keep saying that, anyways? ‘He doesn’t like me, he doesn’t like me.’ Why would it matter if he did or didn’t? I felt the car come to another stop. He doesn’t care if I like him or not…. I opened my eyes, glancing at him even though I knew he was focused on the road.


“I won’t drink much tonight.” He blurted out, his eyes shifting to me briefly, “Well, I mean, you’re getting a ride home from me right?” I nodded. “Then I won’t drink much since I’m driving.”

“Okay…? Thanks? I mean you could and then we could call a cab or something. They exist.” He’s acting weird. I eyed him, biting my cheek again. He’s acting too nice. “It’s really no problem, they’re cheap too since I don’t live far.” He doesn’t like you.

“No, no. I like my car better. Plus I’ve been trying to drink less.” The words fell out quickly, “It’s a bad habit, and I… don’t want it turning into an addiction….” His voiced reeked of excuse-making. “Yeah… those are bad, you know?”

“Okay, I’ll take your word.” I breathed out, stiffing a chuckle, “You’re acting super weird, are you okay?” He nodded, my fingers finding each other to fumble. “Ahh it’s okay though.” Yoongi’s eyebrow raised questioningly, and I shook my head. It’s really cute…

“What was that?” The car pulled in the parking lot, ‘Did you just say… ‘It’s really cute’?”

“N-no? Why the fuck would I say that?” God damn it all, you said it out-loud. “That’s not even remotely cute. What… what even is your definition of cute? Because that’s not mine.” Stop rambling, oh my God. You are making a complete fool of yourse-

“You.” He parked, shifting the gear and turning to me as he leaned into his seat. His smirk only deepened as my jaw fell open.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I’m not the flustered one,” He opened his door, shrugging, “and I didn’t start it.” Scoffing, I left his car. What just happened.

We walked into the bar in silence, him trudging in front of me. The sun had only just set a few minutes ago, and twilight leaked into the windows of the building. The honey color was a nice changed from the retro lights, and instead of pop music bleeding from the floors the walls echoed soft rock. I should come early more often. I looked at Yoongi in front of me, his figure walking towards the booth where we normally sat. He’s so small. Scratching his shoulder, he slid in the seat. He seems so delicate. My body slid in right next to his.

“Why are sitting right next to me?” Yoongi’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Some thoughts those were. “There’s the other side? I know the bench is rounded but you have all this room.” The tone of his voice was serious; annoyed, but a small smile hid on his lips. “Unless…”  Dipping his head into my neck, his hand rested on my thigh as my heart skipped a beat. “…you want our own room.” His lips ghosted across my ear and I could feel my cheeks heating up. I can’t breathe, I swallowed hard as his thumb pressed into my skin and began messaging it.

Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of brown hair caught my eye, “Hey Hoseok, we-we’re right here.” I cleared my throat, leaning away from Yoongi, “You’re early…” He doesn’t like you. I felt Yoongi stop hovering over me, but I was too afraid to look back at him. What was that?

“Yeah, I guess.” Hoseok slid across from Yoongi and I, “I got ready quicker than I thought I would.” He grinned.

“Unlike someone.” Yoongi grumbled, and I could just feel him eye-rolling at me. Thanks.

“At least I look nice, unlike someone.” I slid out from the booth, “I’m going to the restroom.” I need to get out of here.

By the time I had returned from the bathroom, everyone had seemed to rush in. Any trace of the sun was gone now, and to my dismay the guitars had been replaced with the electronic beats once again. It wasn’t crowded yet, but glancing at the time of my phone told me that people were only just starting to arrive. Casual Saturdays. Saturday’s weren’t as busy as Friday – of course, but the amount of people that came was still overwhelming. I wove my way through a crowd, smiling as Taehyung called my name as I arrived back at the booth.

“It’s a little crowded.” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck. “Hoseok had to get up so that others could fill in.” I shrugged an, ‘It’s okay’ and looked at Yoongi who was at the edge of the seat, on his phone. He’s ignoring me, the little shit. “We can mash in closer if you want -” I’ll show him..

“Oh no, it’s okay. No one has to get up for me.” Yoongi glanced up curiously, “I’ll just sit with Hoseok, he’s right on the edge of the seat, anyways.” I smiled, that’s right. “Hobi, can I sit on your lap? I won’t crush you, I swear.” I leaned towards him, looking right into his widening eyes.

“Oh – uh, yeah.” He rubbed his neck, “Yeah, of course.” He sat up straighter to make room for me as I took a seat on his thigh. This wasn’t weird – I had actually done this many times before when we had a lot of people at the booth. Just not with Yoongi here.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I’d do.” I whispered into Hoseok’s ear flirtatiously right before I glanced at Yoongi. His eyes met mine, before he raised his eyebrows and returned to his phone in a bored manner. Oh, come on. This is ridiculous. Hoseok nodded quickly, his cheeks brushing against my nose as he smiled softly.

I’m sorry Hobi.

Taehyung’s ordered rounds came along with the waitress that Hoseok had previously flirted with. I tried not to look her in the eye because oh wow, that’s awkward but sadly she caught attention of ‘her man’. Her eyes lighted up for a second before landing on me and the position I was in, turning them into daggers as she squinted and quickly clicked away in her heels. The twelve drinks turned into only two as some took seconds – one being named Yoongi.

I thought you were driving? Dipshit.

“Who wants these? I’ll call the waitress over and get another round but… you know.” Taehyung tilted his head towards the shots, his hand already holding one.

“I will, I haven’t had one yet.” Reaching for one, my hand stopped, wheels turning in my mind. “Hey, Hobi…” A grin spread through my face, both of my hands now grabbing the last two. “You should have this one.” I placed it in front of him.

His jaw slacked, “No, no. You know I don’t drink. And I don’t as in I never.” He raised his hands defensively.

I moved my lips to his ear, “Oh please?” My vision wandered to Yoongi again, who was – finally – staring at me with a working jaw, “Come on. Just one, it’s only this one. It won’t do anything.” I placed mine into his hands and my fingers moved down to lightly wrap around his wrist and rub circles into it. “Just one.” I saw Taehyung’s eyebrow raise at me.

I’m sorry Hobi.

I’d never once seen Jung Hoseok drink a shot, let alone touch liquor, in the entire four years I had known him. He was the complete opposite of is best friend – Taehyung never missed a chance to get alcohol in his system. In a way I felt very concerned, since I didn’t know what would happen if Hoseok did end up getting drunk – I bet none of us did. His head tilted back and the drink was gone in a second, the clank of the glass following quickly after. The table stirred, everyone except Yoongi and Taehyung cheering on Hoseok.  I felt the skin beneath me flush, an embarrassed grin flooded his face.

Surprisingly, it was really easy to get Hobi to continue taking shots through-out the night. The first few were harder, but after there had been time to let the booze seep into his veins he loosened up. After every drink he took, Taehyung would shoot me a look of concern – and they only grew worse as the number went up. Yoongi had disappeared somewhere, claiming he had to go to the bathroom, but it’d been close to fifteen minutes.

“It’s really hot in here, huh?” Hoseok shifted under me, shrugging off his jacket.

“I’m sorry,” I awkwardly leaned away from him, “I can get off of you, there’s seats now. I’m probably not helping you out much.”

“No, no,” he grabbed my waist, stilling me, “you’re fine.” A blush crept down my neck, my shoulders shied into my body from the touch. His hands stayed there a second too long, before sliding down my body and resting by his legs. I distracted myself, my eyes surfing through the crowd in hopes of seeing someone I knew.


I spotted the tall figure leaning against a wall near the bar stools, talking to someone who was covered from view. I felt myself looking from person to person, each a stranger. Who exactly am I looking for? I wasn’t in the best shape, I had taken a shot or two more than Hoseok and was suddenly thankful that they didn’t have a high percentage or I would have been really wasted at this point.

“What’s wrong? You’re tense.” Taehyung asked, scooting over so he could sit directly in front of me. “Are you okay? You’re not really like yourself.”

My eyes met his, “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about work.”

“Well don’t, it’s a night out with your friends.” He smiled as he rested his chin on his hands, “Don’t think of stressful things. Just enjoy yourself, okay?”

Easier said than done, “I will… Thank you Tae.” I grinned, trying to seem better. What am I even worried about?

“I’m going to find Namjoon or something, I’ll be right back though.” He pointed to nowhere, sliding out and leaving the booth. I looked around the table, seeing two other people – a girl and boy, whose names were Jongin and Kyrstal, I think – having a conversation amongst themselves.  Just Hoseok and I.

“Hey, did you mean that?” Hobi asked, tilting to side so he could look at me, “About being fine and everything?”

“Yes…?” I knitted my eyebrows together, only looking him for a second before adverting my eyes into the crowd.

There. Right there.

They landed on someone sitting on the bar stools, close to one the workers. His blonde hair was only visible for a second before being groped by a hand with long nails. The two were close for having a conversation – too close really, and I squinted, trying to see what was going on.

He’s making out with someone.

“Are you sure you’re sure?” Hoseok’s playfulness helped ease the sting of jealous that stabbed my chest. I looked cautiously at him, my head turning quickly so I couldn’t look at what was happening anymore. Why would he do that?

“Oh yes,” I tried not to grit my teeth; it was hard to breathe all of a sudden, “I’m positive. You wanna go dance or something? I’m getting bored.” Why am I freaking out? I knew he didn’t like me. I kept telling myself he didn’t and I still got let down. What the fuck is wrong with -

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask that,” He chuckled, his teeth on full display, “You never dance. This should be fun.”

“I have two left feet.” Breathing in, I began calming myself down again and I got up from his lap and slid from the booth as he followed closely behind, “Sorry about that.”

“You’re all good.” Laughing, he stood behind me, breath fanning across my neck, “I’ll help you.”

I led the way to where a mass of bodies were, passing by Yoongi. Our eyes met for a half a second, before the witch hands were back on him and I looked over just in time to see it was the waitress from earlier. Oh God, you should have seen that coming. The flashback of her glaring at me from earlier played in my head, and I only quickened my pace as I tugged Hobi behind me.

The music was much louder where everyone was, and the floor pounded against my feet to the beat. I blinked hard, swaying backwards into Hoseok as the last shot I had just taken finally hit me. He can have that slut anyways. Hoseok turned me around, a look of ‘hey, are you alright there friend’ flashing through his features.

Why should I care who he kisses?

I nodded a yes feverishly quick, my eyes finally focusing as I grabbed Hoseok by the neck and attached my mouth to his.

He doesn’t care who I kiss.

After a second of shock, he kissed back. It wasn’t like I had never had a rough make out session with someone before, but I was still taken aback from the dominance he held since the last couple of times I had kissed someone it was more… soft. Stop thinking about it.

It ended as quick as it had started, and only when I took a step back from him did I notice that he was just as drunk as I was. His pupils were blown up, lips slightly swollen from what had just happened, and his stance wavered. I look him over quickly, thinking, damn, he’s so much taller than me. I knew I wasn’t wearing the highest heels I owned, but I never knew that Hoseok was this tall. He was so soft spoken and even though his personality was big it wasn’t giant. I had always thought of his height like I thought of him – child-like.

A new song began through the speakers, making me come back to reality. “I love this song,” I shouted. It was a lie, of course. I don’t know what to say. He grinned, leaning back and bouncing to beat. It actually is hot in here. I bopped my head awkwardly, since I’d never really danced when we went out. You were always such a wimp. I wasn’t off beat, but I certainly didn’t have any tricks up my sleeve.  

Hoseok’s hands sneaked around waist, pulling me closer to him as his body kept moving in a steady rhythm. “I said I’d help you.” They traveled down to my hips that made them sway in time with his. Your dance classes really payed off. My own hands found themselves in many places. One snaked up his arm and then moved to the back of neck, while the other trailed up his torso before stopping near his heart and then going back down again.

With every beat we got closer and closer together, before barely anything was between us. His lips had gone to my jaw, sucking and biting wherever he could. My fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at the strands hard enough to made him groan sometimes.

We had turned throughout the dancing, leaving me to face Yoongi now. Oh yeah, he’s here. He turned just as I focused on him, his eyes shooting from mine to my neck and then Hoseok’s hands, before traveling back up almost squinting. That’s right. I could see him swallow, being turning back to whoever was sitting next to him now. Probably another girl.

The thought of that made my step falter, he doesn’t like you. “Hey, Hobi. Where’s your coat?” I tipped my head and spoke in ear, earning a questioning groan. “I don’t want you to lose it.”

He stepped back from me slightly, his hand coming up to my neck to rub a sore spot as he examined it, “S’at the booth,” his words were starting to slur, “Come with me, I don’na lose you.” He wrapped an arm around my waist, beginning to walk surprisingly steady for his condition. That’s so sweet of him… Something nothing Yoongi would never do.

Why am I comparing Hoseok to him?

We passed Yoongi, and I avoided eye contact though I could feel him burning holes into my back the entire time.  Reaching the booth, we met Taehyung and Hoseok sat down as he picked up his coat.

“I’m’a go to the bathroom.” I spoke into Hoseok’s ear, earning a nod, before I trudged off trying not to step on anyone’s feet.

After washing my hands, I stepped out of the restroom. So fucking hot in here. Looking to my left, I remembered the backdoor was right by the bathrooms, for the smokers. Sighing, I wove through a few people to find the exit to just step outside for a minute because my make up was about to melt off at this point. Pushing the door open and stepping outside, my breath hitched from the sudden temperature change. I hugged myself, closing the door as I leaned against the wall of the building. The music shook the walls and the smell of booze was overwhelming even out here.

“Hey, ar’you ditchin’ me?” A voice whispered into my ear before a hand clamped down on my mouth. I didn’t even hear the door open. I tried pushing the person away from me but they had wrapped their other one around both of my arms that hugged my chest. “Shh, s’just me. S’Hobi, don’t worry.” The hand removed itself from my mouth and wrapped around my chest like his other one, “Just wanted to spook you.”

The cold air and the sudden shock sobered me a touch, and I wasn’t as unsteady anymore. Why are we both outside? “Hoseok, let’s go back inside…” I started towards the door, shivering slightly.

“No, s’fine ri-i-ight here,” he sang, “not as many people, jus’us.” Pulling me back from the door he began further into the alley. “The music’s loud still.”

“But Hobi I’m cold.” I tried, still pushing against him. “S’chilly out -”

“You’re okay.” He huffed, stopping finally as he unwrapped his arms, “Isn’t it fun out’ere?” Grinning, he pushed me back up against the wall, towering over him. He grabbed my jaw, lifting it up as he leaned down and pinned me back with his hips.

I turned away, “No Hoseok,” I ducked into my shoulder, “Let’s go inside, right now.” You’re scaring me. The alcohol was rapidly leaving my system as this kept happening, my heart began pumping quicker the longer he kept cornering me. “Let’s find Taehyu-”

Hoseok’s hand returned to my mouth, “Where’d m’nickname go?” His hips dug me harder into the wall, “Just were saying, ‘Hobi’ a’sec ago.” I began feeling a hand at the hem of shirt, slipping under it and running it up my stomach, “N’you don’t feel cold.”

He’s not letting me leave.

The palm on my mouth barely let me breathe, let alone could I cry out. “Y’look nice in your skirt.” He whispered into my neck before he returned to the spot from earlier. I was too scared to move. I didn’t even know where I could go – he’d catch me before I could go anywhere. He’s just drunk, snap him out of it.

My mouth was finally uncovered, only for it to be again by Hoseok’s. The hand under my shirt traveled higher and pushed my bra over my breasts before it came back to grope one. I shivered from the coldness, and began wiggling underneath him to try and get out. I grabbed his shoulder’s attempting to push him away from me. This is useless. I began kicking my legs to try and shock him, but he only ended up spreading my feet far apart with his. His fingers began prodding at the waistband of my skirt, slipping into it.

Terrified, I shook my head fiercely, my fists punching his chest and his neck before he growled and grabbed them with one hand and kept them above my hand. My heart felt like it was going to rip out my chest – I didn’t know what to do. Finally his lips left mine to go to neck and I attempted screaming out but my throat was so tight it came out as a sob. A sob? I’m crying?

The finger’s left the waistband of my skirt to only touch my thigh and trail up my leg. “St-stop. Just-t stop.” I banged against him. “Let’s find Taehyung.” My vision wasn’t clear anymore, tears welled up in my eyes. His palm rubbed through my thong; my hips trashed while I tried to close my legs. It felt like that happened for hours, and I almost decided to give up since he wasn’t moving. I couldn’t move him. The tears from my eyes started streaming down my cheeks.

“What the fuck?” Someone shouted, and then Hoseok suddenly left my body and I heard a something hit the gravel. “What the fuck are you doing?” Thank you, thank you thank y-

I suddenly was on the ground too, my weight dropped down since the only thing that was holding me up before was Hoseok’s hips. I instinctively covered my hands, sobbing into my hands as I curled into a ball in the dirt.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Taehyung’s voice came closer to me, “Y/N are you okay? What – I –“His voice cracked as he leaned down tried sitting me up. Once I was in his arms I fell against him and hid my face in his chest as I heard another string of profanities from… Yoongi?  

“Hey, hey. Shh, please calm down – it’s okay, you’re okay. It’s safe now, I’m here.” Tae soothingly rubbed my back as he tried helping me up. “I’m taking you home… Hey! I’m driving her back!” He shouted behind us. “We’ll get your stuff, you’re going to be all good, I promise.”

He’s crying.

I don’t remember the ride home. I only remember walking the steps up to my apartment with Taehyung’s help and closing the door behind us as he kept saying soothing things. He didn’t push for anything. From there he took me straight to the bathroom, telling me to take a shower and try and relax in the water. Taehyung left me in the bathroom sobbing, his face a mixture of sadness and hatred. Ripping my clothes off, I threw myself into the bathtub; quickly turning to turn on the shower head.

I didn’t stand up – either because I didn’t want to or if I didn’t know if I could, I don’t know. I sat under the streaming water, crying still but not as much. I don’t know how long I was in or how long I was going to stay in there for. The initial shock of it was finally gone. It’s done, it’s over. Taehyung came for you – helped you. My heart slowed down along with my breathing. So did Yoongi, he came for you. He - A sob wrecked my body.

He doesn’t like you.

My bathroom door opened, closing with a click, “Y/N?”

“Tae-Taehyung?” I tried stiffing my weeping. Why did that make you cry again? “Is that you?”

“It’s… It’s Yoongi.” Why are you making me cry again? “I’m sorry if you wanted Taehyung. He just left. I have your stuff, I went inside and picked it up.” His voice was hoarse, like he had been screaming.

“No,” I sniffled, “it’s not disappointing me.” I reached for a bar of soap, fumbling with it in my hands. “Were… were you just screaming now?”

“You bet.” Sad humor rippled through the words, “I also busted my knuckles pretty bad beating the shit out of him.”

That only made the sob I was holding back come through, my hands abandoning the soap as they hugged my knees, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry this is all my fault.” I leaned against the tile. Why did you do all this? You’re so stupid, this is exactly why he doesn’t like y-

“Why are you saying sorry?” Yoongi’s voice cracked, “Why would you ever say sorry for that? Because of my knuckles? They’ll heal, I did that on my own. That was for you -”

“No not for your knuckles!” I wept, “I did this on purpose, this is all my fault.”

He was silent for a minute as my sobs filled the room, the sound of water not even being able to dull them. “You purposely made him molest you?”

“Wh-what? No! No, that’s not… that’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?” I was expecting his voice to be angry, annoyed – disgusted. “Please tell me.” His voice was soft instead, careful like he was going to break me. You’re worn-down.

After finally catching my breath, I started, “I mean, as in, I-I wanted him to be all ‘up on me’. I know he doesn’t dr-drink and I made him t-take shots so he’d be like that…” Stop hiccuping, Jesus Christ.

“Why?” Yoongi asked, but I didn’t answer.

“Why?” He asked again.

“Because…” I hiccuped, “I really wanted to.” Just tell him, it’s now or never. “Because I really wanted to makeyoujealous.” My last words shot out and I hid my face in-between my knees even though we couldn’t see each other.

“You wanted to make me what?” Peeking out I saw his silhouette sit down next to the tub. “Just spit it out.”


Instead of replying, I heard him sigh. You fucking blew it. I reached for the soap near my feet, beginning to try and clean myself as best as I could from my position. At least you’re not crying anymore. At least you’re not lying anymore. At least it’s just… out there. Thoughts kept racing through my mind. Please say something – anything. I placed the bar on the soap tray, and my finger’s went to my hair and I fingered through it.

“I’m dying.”

“What…?” I asked, freezing.

“I’m dying. I have cancer.” He spoke softly, but the words seemed to crush the room. “It’s all in my pancreas. We didn’t catch it early on.” The shadow of his head dipped, hands coming up to run through his hair. “It’s only… what, maybe two years? If I’m lucky. I’m actually lucky my hair hasn’t fallen out yet or -”

“Why are you telling me this?” I rubbed my face, “Why did you bring this up to me?”

“The reason,” I could barely hear him over the water, “the reason I came here – why Jimin got so upset about me leaving – is because I went to the doctor and after that I left a voice-mail for my family and left town. I… I don’t know why I left. I couldn’t stay. The doctor told me that since it was late it’d be a slim chance that I’d live. And to hell if I’m going to just sit in a chemo room all day when I know I’ll probably die.

“He also told me to try and spend my days doing stuff I love. ‘Live life to your fullest’, he said, and then I was out the door. It’s not like I had anything here when I came – and that’s why I chose it. I could forget that I a chronic patient, and no one would know, either. I could be myself again.”

“I still don’t know why you’re saying this all.” I reached for the curtain, only my head peeking around so I could look at him. “Out of everyone, you tell me?” He looked at me, his shoulders slumping.

“He said to do things I love. That I enjoy. Do something that makes me happy.” Yoongi shook his head, shifting towards the wall so he could lean against it and still look at me. “That also means being with people that make me happy, that I enjoy.”

“That you love?” My own voice was so small, but he heard it and a small smile took his lips as he nodded.

“I was trying to think of a way to say it better, but, after tonight…” His gaze shifted to the floor, hands clasping together, “I guess it was something to say to you other than, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘it’s okay’, you know? And when you said you were trying to make me jealous – oh, that made the icing on the cake.” He tried to laugh.

“You know, what I said a couple weeks ago about wanting to spend time with you was true,” his eyes looked into mine, “At first I was really needing a place to stay – but honestly, how do you think I wear these nice of clothes and own that car?” I bit my tongue; my cheeks lifted, “I could really spend the night at Taehyung’s if I wanted. I could even afford my own place.”

“So you’re a freeloader?”

“…Yes? But I have a good reason.” Smiling, his ears turned red.

“And what would that be?”

His expression evened out as he looked at me again, fingers carefully raising from his side to brush a strand of soaking hair behind my ear, before it retracted.

“I can’t get enough of you.”


I had a dream about Seb which legit never happens.

Like Anthony Mackie and I were on the Martian set and the three of us were watching tv (idk why like what??) and I keep laughing at Seb because he was on a laptop doing stuff like googling stupid stuff and typing like an old person lol.

And Anthony kept looking at me like “wtf are you laughing at?” Because I was fucking dyingggg! And Seb kept turning around and making stupid faces at me haha!

It was going great until I looked down and realized it was pregnant???? Then I woke up to my mom screaming at me kms.

@fandomsofall14:  can you do 14 where fitz says it to jemma?

You got it! Here’s some post Framework with the least amount of angst I could muster. 

14, “Please, just, don’t ever leave me again.”


Jemma’s eyes fluttered open, her ears catching the sound of Fitz’s cry, his body lying restless beside her.

“Fitz…” she muttered, her eyes trying to open to see him.

No,” Fitz growled under his breath. Jemma being able to see through dark just little more clearly, she rested her hand on his chest to see his eyes were closed. “No, please,” he hissed, his face contorted, his dream putting him under distress.

Jemma’s heart ached. Ever since Fitz had come out of the Framework, when awake, he’d been almost completely normal. Aside from his constant need to be beside Jemma at all times, and his persistent apologies that came at random. Because of how they all left the Framework, Fitz didn’t remember too much of himself when inside. Jemma thanked the stars for that, knowing Fitz would have never been able to live with himself if he did. However, he remembered enough things to feel awful for everything that happened, along with his guilt for creating the tech in the first place.

But for the past week, Fitz had been remembering. Only not when awake, but in his dreams. At least that was all she could figure of it; he never seemed to remember his dreams the next day so there was no way to actually know. But the things he would yell, her name, his dads name, Ophelia’s name…

NO, Jemma-” Fitz jerked forward, but he remained asleep. His breathing started to become heavy and she couldn’t stand it anymore. He had trouble falling asleep, always had, but she couldn’t continue letting him have nightmares of her.

Jemma brushed his face with her hand, whispering, “Fitz, I’m right here.”

He winced, twisting his neck so his nose could nuzzle into her palm. “Please,”

“Please what, Fitz?” She shook his shoulder just slightly, a gentle nudge for his body to release him from his slumber. “You’re safe. We’re safe.”

That finally brought Fitz to jolt forward, his eyes wide open, the crystal blue of his irises still managing to shine through the darkness. He scrunched his brow, looking at her disoriented. “Jemma, what-?”

She gave him a soft smile, caressing the side of his face with her hand again. “You were having a nightmare.”

“I…” Fitz, sitting up slightly, rubbed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Yeah, I remember.”

Jemma was surprised, her mouth slightly agape. He never remembered his dreams – or at least, that’s what he always told her. Fitz now sat up completely, his back facing her. He buried his face in his hands and just sat there, silently. She waited a moment, to give him some time to himself, before sitting herself up and wrapping her arms around his rib cage, pressing her mouth to his shoulder blade. She placed a kiss on his white cotton shirt, smelling like nothing but of him, and she whispered, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Fitz shook his head, uncovering his face from his hands so he could take a hold of her, his arms topped over hers as he gripped her fingers in his. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I beg to differ,” Jemma rested her chin on his shoulder. “You know what Doctor Barnes said, it’s better to talk about –”

“I know what he said, Jemma.” He snapped, though his voice was still gentle and kind. He let out a graveled breath and said, “M’sorry. I just … I don’t really understand it.”

She gave him a tight squeeze. “Then tell me. Maybe I can help.”

Fitz shook his head again, choosing to stay quiet. Jemma knew he was still processing, though, so she tried not to push him too hard. He didn’t work things out like most people – every problem was calculated all in his head. Only problem was, sometimes he chose not to work them out at all, but just compress. She didn’t want him to back track to when he was recovering from hypoxia, so, she tended to push.

She then felt Fitz shift, turning his body so Jemma could cuddle into his side instead. As she did so, Fitz brought them back down to lay on the bed – Jemma curled up in his side, her head burrowed into the crook of his neck, her hand on his heart. Fitz clasped her hand in his and she could tell he was fixing to speak. “Ever since everything, I keep having these dreams of us in the Framework, but I’m just … me. I’m normal and everything, ya know? And you enter the room, and I go up to hug you, so relieved you’re all right, and you just … leave. You look at me like you don’t even recognize me. Things change here and there, sometimes AIDA’s there, sometimes my dad, but no matter what happens – you just always … leave.

“Fitz,” Jemma says so hushed she would be surprised if he heard her. She took a stronger grip on him and said, “I would never-”

“No, I know, Jemma.” His arm around her tighten. “I don’t think it’s a fear that you’ll leave me willingly,” she could his voice crack as he says, “It’s more that you’ll leave by force. By …” he hesitates, and Jemma knows exactly what he was going to say. “I can’t lose you, Jemma. Not again.”

She could feel tears sting her eyes as she peppered kisses along his neck, up his pulse point, reaching up to his jaw line. “You won’t.”

And Jemma believed that. She didn’t let the Framework separate them, Fitz didn’t let an alien planet separate them. Nothing was going to tear them apart. She would never let it.

They laid there, bodies tangled together, souls intertwined. They lay in silence, holding each other, until they start to drift back into a deep sleep.

Before Jemma had fallen asleep completely, she heard Fitz grumble out a, “Please Jemma, just, don’t ever leave me again.” When her eyes angled up, she saw he was fast asleep, dreaming. This time though, his words didn’t sound desperate and scared, but more … serene.

She held onto him with everything she had, buried her face further into his neck, and whispered, “I’ll always be with you, Fitz.”

Fitz’s hold on Jemma gripped even tighter, and Jemma soon found herself lost in her own peaceful dreams. They were always peaceful, as long as Fitz was with her.

Fitz never slept a restless night again.

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About violent daydreams

I am a very non-violent person. Anyone who knows me would tell you I’d never intentionally hurt anyone. I like peace and compassion and kindness. I’m a vegan! All of that doesn’t stop me from having very violent daydreams. 

This is part of maladaptive daydreaming. Things that I would never wish on anyone I fantasize about happening either to me or another dream character (who is a part of me). These scenarios are intrusive and sometimes they’re so intense they actually turn into flashbacks of past abuse. 

Having these thoughts doesn’t make me a bad person. It’s simply a part of my mental illness. Daydreams are about coping, learning, and introspection, even for people who daydream normally. 

If you are someone who has violent daydreams a/o violent intrusive thoughts, you’re not alone. It doesn’t make you a bad person. Don’t be afraid to talk about this, especially with a therapist/counselor. It’s normal and there are skills you can use to combat it. 

A few days ago I started to tell you the amazing story of this beautiful and brave woman.

Ania was born in Poland without a right leg. Her mother abandoned her in the maternity hospital and bagged a doctor to take care of her. The doctor kept Ania illegally in the hospital for many months, realising that if she would be sent to an orphanage she could never have a normal life, in her situation. When Ania was 19 months old, she was adopted by a Belgian family.

She had a happy childhood, in the countryside of Belgium, surrounded by a beautiful family who adopted more children with disabilities. Ania was always encouraged by her parents and teachers to follow her passion for sports. But back then she couldn’t have a proper prosthetic for sport, because she didn’t have a femur.

Every night, before falling asleep, Ania was imagining herself running like an athlete. So she started to work hard for her dream. Ania trained a lot years after years and recently convinced a team of doctors and technicians to include her in a special program. Today she has an unique prosthetic that would normally cost a fortune and she can finally run like she used to imagine when she was a kid.

Her next dream is to participate in the Paralympic Games. She wants to become a well known athlete, hoping that her biological mother will see her on the media someday. “I just want to find her, to let her know that I’m doing really well and to tell her that I never, ever condemned her for what happened. I imagine she was a poor woman in a difficult situation. In the end, her decision gave me the chance to have this wonderful life and opportunities. She’s my mother and I’m sure that this was her intention.”

We can also help Ania to fulfil her dream and encourage others to never give up. Let’s make her inspiring story known all over the world.

Howl's Moving Castle {Sentence Starters}
  • "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't torment my friend."
  • "They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst."
  • "I feel terrible, like there's a weight on my chest."
  • "Your hair looks just like starlight. It's beautiful."
  • "I have this weird feeling you're going to leave. Tell me what's going on! Please."
  • "I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!"
  • "A heart's a heavy burden."
  • "Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let's be honest."
  • "I just organized things. Nothing's ruined."
  • "Lets run! Don't fight them, ____!"
  • "There you are sweetheart, sorry I'm late."
  • "You sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you've done to my hair!"
  • "I saw him do this once before when a girl dumped him!"
  • "Sorry, I've had enough of running away. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you."
  • "I give up. I see no point in living if I can't be beautiful."
  • "Here's another curse for you - may all your bacon burn."
  • "Well, the nice thing about being old is you've got nothing much to lose."
  • "It looks like your true love is in love with someone else!"
  • "Whatever you don't want me to clean, better hide it now!"
  • "I know I can be of help to you, even though I'm not pretty and all I'm good at is cleaning."
  • "Why'd you make me come here if you were coming yourself?"
  • "Knowing you'd be there gave me the courage to show up."
  • "Don't be alarmed, but I'm being followed. Act normal."
  • "It's so strange. I've never felt so peaceful before."
  • "So that did happen. It wasn't a dream."
  • "Sorry, it looks like you're involved."

Summary: You have a nightmare and Shawn comforts you. 


I want to run. I’m trying to run, but my feet will not carry me away. No matter how hard I try, I cannot flee. I am stuck where I am. He is coming closer and closer to me. I can’t see his face, because it’s hidden. The pain comes before I’m prepared for it. I don’t know what he wants. I feel like there is no escape. I’m fighting him, but I am only getting hurt more.

My eyes open, and the first thing I see is Shawn’s concerned face near mine. I’m breathing hard, it felt so real, but it wasn’t real. I try to remind myself of that. I don’t know where that dream came from. I’ve never had a dream like that before.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn asks concerned, “Did you have a nightmare.”

I just nod my head in response, trying not to let my emotions overcome me.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t real.” He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. His warmth engulfs me. “I got you, you’re okay.”

I can still feel my heart beating fast, and I’m trying to breathe normally. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’m right here,” he says, still holding me tight and brushing my hair out of my face. He leans down, lightly kissing my forehead. “I got you. I’m right here.”

I spend a few more moments of trying to gather myself; all the while Shawn is speaking comforting words into my ear and holding me in his arms. My breathing finally evens out, and I’m feeling a lot better. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t be sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Think you’re ready to go back to sleep?”

I yawn, realizing that I really am tired. Nodding, I reply. “Yeah.”

We both move to get a little more comfortable, and I cuddle into his side. “I’ll stay up until you fall asleep.” And that is all I need to hear to feel safe enough to let sleep take me because I know that even if another nightmare does come, Shawn will bring me back to real life and hold me until things feel alright again.

Last kiss // Tyler Posey

Pairing: Tyler Posey x Reader

Prompt: “I never thought we’d have a last kiss”

Imagine bassed on “Last kiss” by Taylor Swift

Word count: 1018

A/N: English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.

Originally posted by teendotcom

My eyes burned from so much crying, I embraced my legs stongly, I needed someone at my side, but he was not here anymore. I looked at the thousands of photographs on the floor; each marked a memorable moment in our lives: when we met, our first date, the first kiss, everything that was printed on paper.

There was one in particular, he and I together on the beach, it had been the best day of my life…

“Come on (Y/N), the water is delicious” he said smiling"

“No Tyler, no way” I said “And I do not trust you”

“How can you not trsut me? Come here litte girl” he smiled

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idfc↠part 1 ~dan howell

     Hey first chapter ever, sorry for not posting any imagines in a long time, but I was just very busy. But here it enjoy!

  Some people think morning is the greatest time in the world. Everyone wakes up cheerful for the day and work, the air is still nice and cool, birds sing and evryone is in a good mood. So who couldn’t like mornings? Well I was one of them.

For me and other unfortunate souls morning meant just a new day in the eternal afterlife. My days were alike, waking up crying and waiting for him. He was my everything. I loved him, but I wasn’t sure if he loved me back. I just pretend to think he loves me back. Every morning it would be the same; him going out at night and coming late in the mornings.

I didn’t say anything to him and he never mentioned it. I pretend I don’t care but I do care, I’m a fucking human being. I do cry when he goes.

This is what I’m doing now, laying in our bed my back facing the door incase he comes in, which he never does. Staining the pillow with my tears, I had this feeling in my gut, that strong feeling. Like something sucking you inside. A tight knot tight together pushing deeper and depper into me. It was the worst feelings ever, but every morning was alike.

I heard the door shut, a typical thing to hear. It was loud more like slamming. He would be either drunk or just annoyed. I wouldn’t know where he would go but I imagine it some pub or a party. I would always find the lipstick stains on his shirts, while doing the laundry. I kept it inside me. I didn’t tell anyone about this. I mean no one needs to know. Right?

I could feel the shuffling, it seemed rushed and quick. Like he was trying to find something. When it all went quiet. I tried to listen for footsteps but all I could hear was my steady breathing and the wind howling outisde.

“Fucking hell” I hear an annoyed voice, half screaming and half a whisper. He was here. He was in this room where I was. We would usually never see each other anymore. He wouldn’t even sleep in the same bed as me. Light footsteps filled with big room. I could see the shadow infront of me. He was staring at me. Weird. He would never look at me.

A hand touched my cheek and my heart started to race faster. No one could hear accept me. He stroked it a bit. I missed his touch, I missed it all. But now it different, there is no glow anymore like there used to be. And I missed it damn fucking much.

I felt his lips on my forehead, I did crave his lips on mine. But that will never happen anymore. It was warm I felt it all. That little glow was gone though, it was not there anymore and I didn’t knew how to get it back. His lips left my forehead. I could tell his stood up now and moved away from me. I felt scared and even empty? to open my eyes.

“I just-” He didn’t finish his sentence and just left the room. I did wonder what he wanted to say, but I would be too scared to ask him later.

I knew it was a couple hours later, I fell asleep after he left and didn’t hear anything from that. I have been waking up at random times once I woke up at twelve. Getting out of bed was the hardest, just knowing to face the day was a dread. I hated it getting all ready for the bed and just enjoying the day. There was no more fun in getting ready and being excited for the day.


Standing infront of the mirror brushing your teeth, I would found myself staring at myself for hours. Not in a good way but in just a empty way. My eyes looked dead just the same way as I felt inside. My lips were nearly blue, I didn’t eat much I didn’t find the point of eating anymore. I just don’t found anything enjoyable now.

I spit out the toothpaste and washed my mout off. I looked back, my skin was pale there was no colour to it. My hair was just a in a poiny tale; even my hair looked kind of dead. I was tired but I loved him and I wanted to stay here. I knew I could be a good influence to him.

Walking into the kitchen I see a bowl and milk left. I sighed and walked to tidy it. That was a usualy routine of my morning cleaning up after him. He would always leave at least one item for me to clean up. (Never on purpuse of course)

I would have one cup of water and that it I was full. Slowly, I walked to the lounge he wasn’t here it ment he went out again. Probably, a pub-. You know I won’t even finish my sentence.

I turned the TV on and plopped myself on the couch: on my stomach, one leg curved and one leg hanging. My head on the pillow, my gaze was just focused on the screen. The noises around me was just backround noise that I wouldn’t really hear.

I didn’t even know what was on the TV I just knew my gaze was focused on one thing which was the middle of the Tv. Before the focus was ruined by someone standing infront of it. Black and dark. It was him.

“What are you doing?” the question was just hanging in the air.

I looked up and I immediately regreted it. I haven’t seen him alive. His fringe not perfect: curly, messy. His hazel brown eyes didn’t have that glow in them anymore. It was filled with emptiness and anger?

‘Oh um I just was.. just just watching um TV’ I stuttered. He looked at me and shaked his head. But I didn’t understood why.

'Whatever’ the word stung, he didn’t care and he will never will. Not about me anyway, I was just nothing to him.

He walked away like nothing happened and closed the door behind him. I was left there laying on the couch alone, cold. I warm tear rolled down my cheek rolling down and down. I closed my eyes and opened them back wishing this could be only a dream, and everything would be back to normal. But it will never be like that. More tears spilled and I was crying, pathatic of me, right.

He didn’t fucking care, about me.

You know having friends but not someone you can /really talk to/ like when you’re depressed as hell but there’s not really anyone you can talk to. Yeah. I raised my hopes so high. I was ready to soar. A dream was going to come true. But then it was crushed into little pieces. And put back together a little bit. And then those pieces became dust. You know I normally never get my hopes up because I know things happen. But these past few weeks I was happy. Like I had something to look forward to happy. And now it’s gone. I have no clue where my future is going and I won’t have my best friend there with me either. I can’t talk to her because she’s the one who broke me. My dream was reliant on her and I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up for someone else to come through. This is why I almost always never believe in or trust people because they don’t live up to expectations. But. I thought my best friend of 12 years would be different.

To all of you who did read this. It’s okay. You don’t have to message me. I just needed somewhere to vent so badly since I have no one else to talk too. I just needed a place to write my thoughts.


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid



SUMMARY: Jungkook is a mysterious child, you always wanted to know more and finally you did.

I had always known that there was always something strange about this boy, it wasn’t that he came from a rich family and was now the head of his company, in fact that was completely normal that he came from a rich family and owned a company because so did I. I just always kind of wanted to know what was going on in that head of his, he was mysterious and I didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing.

Our parents were close and had tried to set him and I up before but failed, probably because we were 16. Now I was 20 and older, I mean not much had changed, Taehyung was still my best friend, despite being two years older. The biggest change was that the CEO spot was passed down to me, instead of my brother. My dad always wanted him to build his own company, hence why I was given it.

Taehyung had tried to investigate and find more about Jungkook, but there was nothing to find, he was either completely empty or full of secrets and I didn’t know which one of them he would be. As we got older and older I noticed that Jungkook smiled more and more, he never used to smile. I couldn’t help but think he had the cutest smile in the world, but I didn’t want to get dragged into the black hole, that was him.

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All Over Again - Part 9

Part 8

Liz’s P.O.V

If anyone saw how I exited his room, they would have thought I was drunk. I walked away not really knowing where I was going. I have had enough. Even though I felt slightly bad for the things I told him I wasn’t regretting one word. In the few days that I have been living here, he has broken my heart more times than he has in all the years we have been together. That has always been the main cause of our fights. Even when he was right he had to be cruel and hurtful about it. It was never easy to talk to him when he was pissed off. When we used to fight, he would leave and wouldn’t come back for hours. We didn’t fight often, but when we did it was rough. I was always left by myself to pick up the pieces. I should have gotten used to it by now, but it is just hard. Why does he have to be like that?

Before I realised what was happening and where I was going I found myself outside. It was late. It must have been about 1 am. Having a watch would be a luxury nowadays. Mine stopped working a couple of months ago, but I was still wearing it for some reason. There were only a few people outside and only three guards by the main gate. I had to get out of here. I felt like a prisoner. Like I couldn’t breathe.

I knew I was taking a huge risk by trying to sneak out of the Sanctuary. I was debating whether I wanted to go to Hilltop or to Alexandria. I needed to see and talk to Maggie. Whenever I had a problem I would always go to her and it was so weird that she wasn’t close to me anymore. But I also wanted to see Daryl, I missed him. We had a weird yet close bond. I couldn’t go to Sherry. She wouldn’t understand. In some way, she still thinks we’re in the past. But we are not. I thought that me and him could exist in the same place without any problems and maybe someday we would work things out. That is not going to happen, though. It will never be the same again. I need to get out.

Sneaking out of the Sanctuary without drawing any attention to myself was easier than I thought. The guards were pretty good at keeping everything out but not at keeping everything in. Good for me I guess. I decided I wanted to go to Alexandria. I wanted to see Daryl. I am not sure how long it takes to walk to Alexandria but probably about 2 hours. Maybe more. I am not going to stop, I have to go. I need to see him. He is the only one who can help me.

I haven’t been outside in three days but it felt more than that. I then realised that I only had one pocket knife with me. It wasn’t exactly my choice of weapon but it was better than nothing. A gun would draw attention and it would be easier for Negan to find me. Because there is no way that he wouldn’t figure out I was gone. Maybe not tonight but tomorrow he would know something is wrong. I don’t think he is going to try to talk to me tonight. It was the first time that I was so harsh towards him. I even threw my wedding ring at him. My finger kept moving over the spot where my ring used to be. I haven’t taken it off in ten years. It felt odd.

I kept walking and walking. It was quiet. I didn’t come across any walkers so far. That was good. My head was fuzzy and I didn’t have the physical energy to fight anything right now. It was cold and I was dressed only in jeans, a T-shirt and a very light jacket. I was never a fan of the cold. I always preferred a warm weather and the beach. Cold beverages and short summer clothes. Negan on the other hand always liked the cold. He liked Christmas and the snow. Coats and scarves and gloves. We didn’t even have that in common. I shook my head trying to get all of these thoughts out of my head. It wasn’t really helping the situation.

But the memories pushed through and it was painful. I have spent so many years with him. Despite the bad memories, which were a lot, we had a lot of great memories also. I have gotten used to it ever since the apocalypse started. It is easier to consider him dead. But now that I know he is alive it’s all messed up. I had imagined it differently. That we would find each other and that everything would be like they used to be.

I am dumber than I thought I am. I laughed to myself. How can I be so stupid? You can’t control him, you stupid girl. You never could. He never listened to you. To anything you ever said. He never needed you. He will let go of you like it’s nothing. He might not even look for me. Perhaps he will think it is going to be easier this way. To just let me go. I will go back to staying in Alexandria. When he comes to collect our stuff from us, I will stay inside or I will go on a run that day. I would be able to visit Maggie whenever I want. I will not be able to see Sherry and Dwight as often though and I can’t leave them now that I have found them. They will understand though. They have to. They will have to visit me there.

Yes, this is the way it should be. I am not leaving Alexandria ever again. He has to understand. After what happened tonight he will. He is not going to be difficult about it and he will be free to be with Megan or any of his sluts he wants. This is the right way.

Before I could realise it, I was in front of the walls of Alexandria. Someone was on watch duty but I couldn’t understand who exactly. As I got closer I realised it was Abraham.

“Hold it right there. Who are you and what do you want?” he asked. He didn’t recognise me. It was dark. I am not blaming him.

“Abe, it’s me. Liz. Can you please open up?”

He lowered his gun as he was obviously confused about what I was doing here.

“Shit Liz. What are you doing here? You alright? Come on. I’m opening up right now.” he said and did, in fact, open the doors. The minute I stepped inside I felt some kind of safety. I felt like I was home but not quite. I approached him and I wasn’t expecting him to hug me but he did. I missed him too. I missed everyone.

“We were so worried about you, Liz. How are you? Did he hurt you?”. As much as I loved Abraham I wasn’t about to open up to him about this. Not right now anyway.

“I am fine, Abe. Don’t worry. I am okay. Can we talk later? I need to see Daryl. I have to talk to him.” He smiled at me.

“Of course you do sweetheart. Go on. He should be in his room. His wound wasn’t that serious but he is not quite alright yet. I am sure he would be glad to see you.”

“Thank you, Abraham. Can you please not tell everyone I am here? I want to speak to Daryl tonight.”

“Sure thing. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He hugged me goodnight and moved back to the watch tower. I walked to the house Daryl lived in hoping that I wouldn’t come across anyone else tonight. I was tired. I tiptoed inside the house heading straight to his room. I knocked but got no answer. So I decided to walk in any way. He was spread out on the bed. His shoulder was in bandages and he looked so pale. He must have lost a lot of blood. The doctor from the Hilltop would have probably wanted to keep him there for a few days, but knowing Daryl he definitely refused.

He was fast asleep but did not look like he was in any pain. I felt a little bad for wanting to wake him up, but this is the reason why I ran away. I need to talk to him. I closed the door behind me and moved closer to the bed. I placed gently my hand on his forehead to check for a fever but he wasn’t warm. That’s a good sign, I guess. His hair was getting longer and longer. You could barely see his eyes anymore. He really needed a haircut.

“Liz? What are ya doing here?” he asked me sitting up. He was surprised to see me of course.

“Hey,” I said placing my hand on his cheek. God, I missed him. “Yes. I’m here. How are you? Are you in any pain?”

“Nah, I’m fine. It hurt like a bitch when the doctor tried to take the bullet out. And I lost a lot of blood. But I am fine now. I saw Maggie and Glenn the first day we stayed at Hilltop, they’re all right.”

“Why didn’t you stay there as well? The doctor could have taken better care of you.”

“I can’t stay there, Liz. What if that psycho decides to hit us? I need to be here.”

“Who is the psycho?”

“What, are ya fucking kidding me? That asshole ya call your husband. Speaking of whom, how are ya here? Did he just let ya go?” Oh right, Negan’s the psycho.

“No.” I paused. He is probably going to get mad at me. “Actually, he doesn’t even know I’m here. I ran off in the middle of the night. I have no idea how I didn’t get caught.” Even though, the reason I came here is to speak to him, all of a sudden I didn’t know where to begin.

“Ya realise that he is gonna come looking for ya right?” he seemed worried rather than mad.

“Yes, I know that Daryl. But you don’t understand. I had to get away.”

“Ya had to? Why? What happened over there?”

“Everything is different. For a split second, I really thought that things could go back to normal, somehow. But that can’t happen. It’s clear now. We have both changed so much. But I can never win with that man. The man I fell in love with and dreamed about building a life with is gone.”

“Did he hurt ya?” he seemed like his temper was rising.

I took his hand in mine and looked into his eyes, even though I could barely see them with his hair all over. He always worried about me so much. And he always took care of me. Whenever I couldn’t take care of myself. He taught me everything about surviving.

“No. Not like that. Don’t worry. He is just trying to push me away. He doesn’t want to let me in. His whole demeanour has changed. It’s like I am trying to understand him but he doesn’t want me to. And he is confusing me all the time.” I can still remember how he kissed me that time.

“Do ya still love him? He is a dangerous man Liz.” I realised I was still holding his hand.

“Of course I do, Daryl. He is my husband. I’ve spent nearly 10 years with him. But I can’t see him as the man you do.”

He pulled his hand away from mine and stood up. He started pacing back and forth. “Don’t ya see that he would have killed one of us if ya weren’t there that night? That is all that kept him from killing us.”

“I get that, but he didn’t. He did not kill any of us.”

“And what if ya had stayed back that day? And what if ya had stayed back that day? How would ya have felt when ya would have figured out later that your precious husband killed someone ya love?”

“But that didn’t happen, alright? I have enough on my plate as it is.”

“I am just trying to prove to ya that he is not the man ya think he is. And he is going to figure out ya left. Sooner or later. What happens when he comes here? What if he’s willing to kill to get to ya?”

“He knows that if he hurts someone I love I will not go back to him. Ever. He is going to try to take me back to the Sanctuary by force. But that’s it.”

I looked at him and he seemed so distressed. He also looked ready. Daryl was always ready to face whatever threat came upon him. And he did consider Negan a threat. How couldn’t he? But he wasn’t a threat to me.

“Listen. I am really tired. I walked here all the way from the Sanctuary. Can I stay here tonight, please? If you don’t want me to, I can leave.”

“No. Don’t. Of course, you can stay. Come here.” he said approaching me. He lied on the bed and I snuggled close to him while he put his arms around me. I haven’t felt this safe ever since I left Alexandria. Daryl had the same scent. It hasn’t really been that long but it felt like too long.

“Thank you, Daryl. For everything.”

“Go to sleep angel.” he said kissing my forehead as I drifted off to sleep.


Negan’s P.O.V

I woke up the next morning with a major fucking headache. It was 9 am. My watch still worked miraculously. I haven’t fucking slept in, in a long time. The light was peeking through the blinds. I dreamed about Liz. Nothing unusual. I always seem to dream about Liz. I hurt her a lot. It has gotten out of hand. She needs to be safe. Her life can’t be in danger because of me. But we can’t go on like this. I am going to keep hurting her and that is the last thing I want. She can’t stay here anymore. But I also don’t want to let her out of my sight ever again. How can I be certain that she will be okay? Should I depend on Daryl to keep her safe? No, fuck him. I don’t want him anywhere near her. She can’t leave. But she also can’t stay here like this. I should just talk to her and see how everything is going to work out.

I finally decided to get up but my head felt heavier than it ever did. I didn’t even get drunk last night. As I got up I heard something falling on the floor from my bed. It was the rings. I forgot I fell asleep with our wedding rings in my hand. I still remember the day I proposed to her. She was so surprised, even though I am sure she knew I was planning it for two weeks. She told me it was one of the best days of her life. And I swore that I would never hurt her like this. So much for keeping my word.

After I got dressed, since I wasn’t really hungry, I decided to go find her. She should be in her room. Knowing Liz, she is probably going to ignore me and act like I am not there. She used to do that all the time back in the day. As I was about to knock on her door Dwight ran towards me, almost knocking me down.

“What the hell Dwight?”

“We have a problem.” he told me. Great. What the fuck happened now?


Liz’s P.O.V

I woke up from a loud noise coming from inside the room. I instantly got up from the bed out of habit. Apparently, it was Daryl who bumped on some furniture. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was really trying not to wake me but it was in vain. I giggled and he heard me. He had an apologetic look on his face.

“Hey.” I told him stretching out on the bed. I haven’t slept so peacefully since I left Alexandria.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake ya.” he said.

“Oh, it’s okay. Don’t worry. I shouldn’t be sleeping for so long again.”

“Again? Ya never sleep in!” he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, but I should be up. Thank you for letting me spend the night. I needed it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Even though this was great I knew that it wasn’t going to last long. Any time now he is going to be here and I am going to go back to reality.

“Stay here with me.” Daryl said.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Stay here. With me. When he comes, say that ya want to stay with me. Talk to him. Make him understand. Stay here with us. Not just for me, for Rick, for Carl and Judith and for Maggie and Glenn. She is going to need ya when the time comes. And ya and I both know that he ain’t gonna let ya visit whenever ya want. Just stay.”

“I want to. I really do. But it’s not that simple Daryl. I can’t just cut him out of my life and move on. And I have friends back there too. Friends from before everything went to shit that was with him this entire time. I just found them. I can’t just leave them.”

“You don’t get it, do ya? He is never gonna stop. He is gonna keep it up this way till he wins this thing. And I am not about to let ya get hurt. But I also can’t keep doing this, Liz. So you gotta make a choice.”

“What are you talking about? There is no choice to be made.” I was pacing like he was last night.

“Like hell, there isn’t. That bastard is only gonna keep hurting ya. He has a bunch of whores that he fucks whenever he feels like it. If it was me, I would’ve left everything to be with ya. And he doesn’t even give a fuck. How can ya be so blind to stay with him, huh?”

“You are pushing it too far and if you-“

“Liz? So it’s true? You are here?” it was Rick, but he didn’t seem happy to see me. He looked rather mad actually.

“Yes. I am.”

“Well, I am sorry if I am interrupting something between the two of you, and I am really happy to see that you’re alright, but he is here. He is looking for you and he is pissed as hell.”

“Oh my God. Is he threatening someone?”

“No. Not yet. But I am not going to take any chances. I am sorry Liz, but you need to come down and talk to him.”

“Yes, I’ll be right down.” I replied. He gave me a soft smile as he left the room. I was following close behind Rick when Daryl grabbed my hand turning me around to look at him.

“I asked ya a question. So?”

“You are not serious now, are you? I can’t just stay in here and refuse to see him. Who knows what he is going to do then?”

“He is gonna suck it up. He is gonna figure out that he was an asshole who wasted his chances with ya.”

“But he didn’t.” I said pulling my hand from his. I can’t just leave Negan. I know that Daryl wouldn’t understand me and that he wouldn’t be as willing to help me next time. But if I didn’t try to fix things with Negan I knew I would regret it.

“I have to try. I have to.” I told him, but he already looked like he wasn’t interested anymore. “I am sorry.” I said and exited the house.

Rick was walking me to the gates but he was silent. I was almost scared to talk to him but I had to know what was going on in his head. We have been through so much. I have been with them ever since that little camp we had. Before the farm and everything.

“Do you hate me? Because I know that you hate him. You all do. And I don’t exactly blame you.”

He stopped in his tracks and looked at me like I insulted him or something.

“Don’t you ever say that again. You and I have been through hell and back. We’ve changed and we’ve grown. You have been there for me when Lori died. And you have basically raised Judith and helped Carl out when I couldn’t. How could I be mad at you? But I can’t take any chances with him. He is dangerous. He is worse than anything we’ve ever dealt with. He might be your husband, but to us, he is nothing more than a man who wants to kill us. I don’t have anything else to say.”

“I get it. Don’t worry. Kiss little Judith for me, will you? And Carl too?”

“Of course.”

We smiled at each other and continued walking. As we were approaching I could see Negan. He was alone. There was no one else with him. He was so mad. It was obvious. He found me really soon. I was expecting him here by noon.

“Thank you for bringing her.” He told Rick, not even looking at me once.

“Sure. Just make sure she is alright.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he looked so defensive, ready to fight.

“I’m just saying that if she left in the middle of the night to come here, she probably wasn’t comfortable there. Don’t you think?”

“Ha. Yeah? You think so? Nah. My wife just likes to play fucking games with me, doesn’t she?” he asked, this time, looking directly at me.

“Can we just go?” I asked not looking in his eyes. I simply couldn’t.

“Yes, we fucking can. Get in the fucking car.”

I walked slowly behind him. It seemed like from the very thing I was running away from, I couldn’t get away. Why can’t things be easy and simple for once? I took a look and him and he seems angry and lost in his thoughts. As if he can’t see straight, he also looks out of it. His hair is a mess, in comparison to his usual well combed and slicked back hair.

I got in the car, putting on my seatbelt and turn to look out the window. I hope he is not up for a chat right now. I know I am not. He starts the car and drives away from Alexandria. I see Rick standing in front of the gates, while Eugene is closing them. How long till I see them again? His knuckles are white from how tight he is holding on to the steering wheel. He is mad and I am all over the place. We shouldn’t talk about this. Now is not the time. But he stops the car in the middle of nowhere and gets out. Great.

“What the hell were you thinking Liz?” he yells at me. “Something could’ve happened. You could have fucking died. What if a fucking herd had come your way?”

“I can take care of myself.” I responded standing my ground.

“Oh, I am sorry. You would have fucking protected yourself with that fucking pocket knife of yours?” He said reaching inside my pocket, takes it in his hand and throws it on the ground.

“Yes. With that fucking pocket knife of mine. It protected me just fine when you weren’t there didn’t it?” I asked ironically. He stares me and runs his hand across his face. God, it’s going to be one of those fights.

“Do you want to fucking go there, Liz? Really? What do you want me to say? That I am sorry? I fucking am. There you fucking have it. I didn’t mean to lose you that day. It fucking broke me. I went back for you countless of times. I searched the entire fucking area, again and again. What else do you fucking want me to do about it?”

“I don’t want you to say anything Negan. I want you to do something. Except make me feel like shit. Because ever since I’ve been back that’s all you do. You’ve hurt me more in those few days than you’ve hurt me our whole life together. Do you know that?”

“I do. I fucking do. And do you think I fucking enjoy it? That I am having fun breaking your heart all the time? I swore that I would never fucking do that. Ever, in my life.”

“You did. And yet?”

“And yet I am breaking my fucking promise to keep you safe-“

“To keep me safe? So, do you really believe that the whole reason you’re doing this is to protect me? Really? How, Negan? How are you protecting me by forcing me to run away from you?”

“Forcing you? Really doll? No, I didn’t fucking force you. You chose to put your life in danger. You made me come after you.”

“You didn’t have to.” I whispered.

“What did you say?” he asked but I didn’t answer. I turned away from him, struggling not to cry. He grabbed my arm and turned me around to look at him. It was the first time that his eyes looked hurt. “Tell me what the fuck you just said.”

“I was just thinking that maybe it would be better if-“

“If what, Liz?”

“If things just went back to normal.”

“What the fuck is normal to you? Is going back to them normal to you? Or do you just want to be with that redneck asshole?” he was overly jealous once again.

“Negan that-“

“So what if she wants to be? Are ya gonna force her to stay with ya? Is that what ya gonna do? Some man ya are.” Daryl said slowly approaching with his gun raised. In a matter of seconds, Negan raised his gun as well.

“Daryl what are you doing here? Please just go.”

“Nah. I don’t think so, Liz. That’s enough.”

“Is that so, boy? What are you gonna do about it?” They were both getting too close to each other and I was in the middle.

“I’m gonna take her away from ya. What have ya done to deserve her?” Negan burst out laughing.

“You do know that she’s my wife, right?”

“It probably doesn’t mean much to ya, since ya got dozens of those right?” Ouch, that hurt. But Negan wasn’t laughing anymore.

“It’s none of your fucking business. Now, why don’t you turn the fuck around and go back where you came from? As you can see we were having a fucking conversation here.”

“Yeah, and ya asked her if she wanted to come back with us. With me. She didn’t give ya an answer did she?”

“Daryl please stop.”

“No. Why don’t ya tell him what ya told me yesterday night?”

“Oh, what did you tell him last night baby?” Negan said placing a hand on my waist, obviously to make Daryl jealous. This wasn’t going to end well; I am sure of it.

“Nothing. Let’s just go.”

“No, we’re not going anywhere sweetheart. What did you tell him last night?”

“She told me she wants to get away from ya as soon as possible. Why don’t ya get it? She can’t stand ya anymore. She came to me crying. Ya hurt her enough. Why don’t ya just let her go? I asked her last night if she wanted to stay with me. And she said yes. All she worried about was the friends that she will leave behind. Not ya. She doesn’t worry about ya. She’s over ya. Why the hell don’t ya just let her go?”

Negan wasn’t obviously wanting to hear all of this and I didn’t want him to. I want to be away from him but I can’t leave him. But things can’t go on like this.

“She would never leave me again. Not now that I just found her. Ain’t that right?”

“Negan I-“

“Of course she would. Do ya think that she is going to stick around after everything ya did to her?”

“Why don’t you shut your hole for one minute you piece of shit? I am talking to my wife right now.”

“Ya have nothing to say to her. Don’t ya ever think if she wants to listen?”

“Take a fucking walk asshole and leave us alone.”

“Nah that ain’t gonna happen. I am not leaving without her.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to because she won’t be coming with you, no matter what you say.”

“Can both of you please stop?” I yelled but they were too caught up in their anger to notice me.

“Come on Liz. We’re going home.” Negan said grabbing my arm forceful without letting Daryl out of his sight.

“Can’t ya see you’re hurting her? Let her go.”

“She’ll be fine. Won’t you doll?”

“Maybe ya haven’t heard me but you won’t walk away with her. She’s coming back with me.”

“Really? Over my dead body, you’ll take Liz away from me. I’ll kill you if I have to.”

“So be it.”

They both raised his guns and before I could realise it, he shot him. He fell to the ground and all I could see was blood. My knees got weak and I fell next to him holding his hand. We’ve been through so much together. He can’t die now after everything. His face got pale immediately.

I looked up at him not believing that he could do this to me. I looked at him through tears.

“What did you do?”

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srrybabe  asked:


 - what normally happens in your dreams?

my dreams are usually pretty different from one and other, but they generally take place in an altered version of reality where really weird shit happens. obviously, i guess lol. they’re mostly nightmares tbh, with weird people that i’ve never met before and strange occurrences that always stick in my mind when i wake up in the morning.

🐰 - what’s one of your favourite childhood memories?

when i was like 6 me and my best friend (well i guess she’s not anymore ://) drew all over the floor with some lipstick as ‘payback’ to my sister and then it became an inside joke between us for years afterwards lmao, it was p funny and a fond memory to have.

thanks for asking cutie pie!! have a lovely day/night :)

midnight life updates:

  • ive been back on my meds and taking them regularly for almost two weeks now, but had a serious and… really unexpected insomnia episode for the first five or so days? that’s never happened before with these meds, but things are back to normal now and i’m going back to my regular dose after a few more days
  • i got new sneakers to wear with my casual coords so now i have no excuses not to dress up almost every day
  • i’ve been having wicked vivid dreams? cuz of the meds, obviously, but i’m enjoying it. i feel like my head is clear and my imagination is unrestrained
  • my favorite makeup thing lately is intense cheek highlighter topped with some of the body glitter my girlfriend gave me. the sun hits me just right and i look like a disco ball
  • i’m LIVING for bagels with cream cheese, tomato, avocado and veggie sprouts??? i’ve eat three of them in the past week, so fuckin’ delicious
  • i got a really cute my melody calender and little twin stars day planner, i feel so like…. organized
  • as soon as my tax return comes in, i can finally finally FINALLY buy a new mattress and im really looking forward to it
  • things are slowly picking up for me in general and i hope this pattern continues!!
Through The Dark (Ben Solo x Reader)

Summary: Jedi training was difficult and it didn’t help that every time you closed your eyes, you felt the darkness seeping inside your head. Lucky for you, you had Ben Solo.

Originally posted by boredjaegerpilot

gif not mine // warnings: panic attacks, anxiety

The panic attacks that plagued you during the night were beginning to become unbearable. As you writhe around in your bed uncomfortably, a layer of sweat forms over your body and you squeeze your eyes shut. You just want it to be over. You want the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach to be gone once and for all, but every night as you try to sleep your thoughts would hold you hostage. All you could do was rock yourself back and forth until the tears stopped and you could finally breathe again. 

You sat up in your bed, eyes raking along the dark walls of your quarters as you wiped your eyes. Usually these episodes would have ended by now, but something different was happening. You were seeing things this time, right before your open eyes. 

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Guy Like Me (Taemin)

AN: I’m sorry, please keep your expectations low ><

“Hey ______.” He heard you hum in response and he took that as a sign to continue, “You like me right?”

You froze for a moment before looking up at the brunet with wide terrified eyes, “W-What?”

Taemin just sighed, resting his chin onto his open palm and stared out of the window, “It’s okay. Even if you don’t like me, I like you.”

He never thought he would confess to you in such a manner. He actually had a whole plan thought out with flowers and a white stuff teddy bear. He had told himself no matter what that he would confess to you before midterm break so at least if you rejected him he would have some time to try to get over his heart break.

But life never goes as plan and he had to push his confession a few months early when he received the news that he had passed the SM auditions and would officially start training during that break.

So here he was, sitting across from you at the library as he waited for your answer. He could already feel his heart starting to crack and little pieces chipping off little by little.

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I had such a sad dream about such a sad fucking AU to Ml where Marinette and Adrien get into an accident trying to save the same old guy from being hit by a car (master fu) and end up both going into a coma. They both imagine and share the same “dream” where they continue their normal lives like nothing really happened and pretty much imagine being ladybug and chat noir as well but some shit goes down like an akuma being too powerful and hawkmoth is being ruthless  so Adrien spares himself to save marinette (kind of like what happened with timebreaker). She ends up waking up in the hospital asking where Adrien is before anything else , even though they’ve never actually met before and she finds out she woke up a day too late and he had already been taken off life support.

I still don’t understand why I had such an unnecessarily rude dream.