their relationship is beautiful and as angsty as can get

Keep You Safe (Part 2)

(Click HERE to read Keep You Safe Part 1)

SUMMARY : (Set late Season 3) The Reader and Daryl find themselves in a life or death situation. It was supposed to be a simple hunt - but when do things ever work out the way you plan?

REQUESTED BY : @distressed-honking​ (The reader is sick or injured and Daryl has to keep them safe.)

WORD COUNT : 2,395

A/N : Ahh! Thanks for all the love you beautiful people have been showing my work. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get this next part up - y’all know how life can get in the way sometimes. This part has a lot of action in it, but the next and FINAL part will definitely cool down and be more focused on the relationship between the Reader and Daryl. (Yes…that means oodles and oodles of angsty fluff!)

This is Part 2 of 3!

xx crossbowking

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

(Previously…)

“Behind you!” you exclaimed, just as the biter threw itself at Daryl.

As Daryl pulled the trigger, he was taken down by the walker, landing hard on his side, his crossbow slipping out of his grasp.

And then suddenly, a blinding pain hit you like nothing you’d felt before — it was as though every nerve in your leg was on fire. A scream escaped your lips before you could stop it as tears sprung to your eyes.

You managed to peek around the walker, still thrashing on top of you, and felt your stomach turn.

There, imbedded deep into your right thigh, was Daryl’s arrow.


You groaned, clenching your teeth together to keep from screaming. Each move the walker made jostled the arrow and you couldn’t remember ever being in this much pain.

And then suddenly, the walker went still and was being ripped off your body.

You gasped aloud, finally able to take a full breath without the weight of another body crushing your ribcage.

A shadow clouded your vision and you focused your eyes straight up, coming face to face with Daryl.

He was standing over you, his face a mix between shock and panic and all you could do was close your eyes, fighting the wave of nausea that came over you.

A loud gunshot snapped your eyes open and you saw Daryl, who had grabbed his own gun,  was shooting at any walker that got too close.

You had no concept of how many walkers surrounded you at this point — how many were in this herd to begin with. The herd wasn’t as big as the one that took down the farm, but it was enough to take you and Daryl down easily.

And now that you were down for the count, it was only a matter of time before there were too many for Daryl to fend off on his own.  

“Daryl…” you whimpered, reaching down and grabbing your thigh, careful not to touch the arrow.

His eyes locked with yours and the panicked look on his face melted into pure determination.

In one swift motion, the archer picked up his crossbow and slid it over his shoulders before bending down and lifting you into his arms, bridal style, careful not to disturb the injury.

You yelped in pain, unable to stop the cry, and tightly gripped onto Daryl’s vest. He spun around, looking for an exit throughout the mass of walkers that were closing in on you.

Lifting your head, you peeked over his shoulder and saw a biter approaching from behind. “Give me your gun,” you growled through clenched teeth.

He nodded once, his face stone-like, and somehow maneuvered the gun into your lap while still holding you.

You wrapped both arms around Daryl’s neck and connected your hands behind his head, locking them around the gun.

Aiming at the walkers coming from behind, you began shooting — ignoring the way your hands trembled, the black spots dancing around your vision, the blood coating your hands.

Suddenly, you saw a small opening where a group of walkers had divided around a tree.

“There!” you called out, pointing towards the empty space.

Daryl spun around and spotted the opening, repositioning you in his arms until he had a better hold. “Ya jus’ hang on now, Y/N,” he grumbled, taking off into a sprint, just barely avoiding a swipe from a biter.

You’d never seen Daryl run as fast as he did in that moment — it felt as if you were flying. Or maybe it was the blood loss catching up with you.

Trees and mangled hands blurred your vision. Every few seconds, you felt something graze you, but just like that, the sensation was gone.

You kept one hand wrapped around the arrow to keep it from moving and the other held the gun. Every so often, you’d spot a walker getting too close and fired, your aim still good despite the shakiness in your body.

Daryl’s breath came out in steady huffs and you wondered how he had the strength to keep this pace, on top of carrying your extra weight. But the look on his face told you he wouldn’t stop until he found somewhere safe.

A part of you questioned why you weren’t in as much pain as you thought you’d be — maybe it was adrenaline. Or maybe your body was going numb and slowly bleeding out.

You raised your head slightly and looked down at your leg — it was soaked in blood, arrow still imbedded. You noticed that your blood had seeped into Daryl’s shirt. He’d probably have to toss it. What a shame. You liked that shirt. It was a nice color on him and —

Focus.

Shaking your head quickly, you put all your energy into staying alert. You could feel yourself fading, floating in and out of consciousness.

Each time your eyes were about to close, Daryl jostled you back awake and ran faster.

Peeking over his shoulder, you saw the herd had changed directions and was now chasing after the two of you.

You glanced up at Daryl, covered in dirt, sweat and blood — your blood — and felt a warmth spread through your body.

Obviously these circumstances weren’t ideal, but if you had to be in this situation with anyone, you were glad it was with the archer.

You barely felt any pain at this point — which should’ve freaked you out — but you welcomed the numbness. Glancing over Daryl’s shoulder once more, you saw the herd was farther behind, unable to keep up.

You looked ahead and saw a couple of biters who’d been drawn in by all the commotion, but they didn’t seem like much of a threat either.

Daryl’s pace had slowed — you were honestly surprised he had lasted as long as he did. He was breathing heavy, drops of sweat dripping down the sides of his face.

You reached a hand up and gently wiped at a bead of sweat that had settled near the corner of his eye, ignoring the light streak of blood it left there.

His steps faltered and he slowed to a stop, scanning the area intently before his eyes settled on you. He shifted you in his arms and you could see the strain in his face.

“Put me…down,” you grimaced, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Daryl looked like he was about to argue, but you shot him a look and he carefully set you down.

You kept your weight on your good leg, balancing for a moment, keeping one arm around the archer to keep from falling.

You took a breath and shifted your weight, a jolt of pain shooting through your leg. A cry escaped your lips as your body gave out, sending you crashing to the ground.

The fall should’ve been worse, but Daryl was right there — like he always was — and caught you right before you hit the ground.

You gnashed your teeth together, ignoring the feeling of the arrow moving beneath your skin as he helped maneuver you to the ground.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you took deep, measured breaths, digging your nails into the palm of your hand to distract yourself from the pain in your leg. The sun had almost completely set and you knew you needed to find somewhere safe to ride out the night.

Opening your eyes, you saw Daryl scanning the area thoroughly, before he came and knelt beside you. His gaze slid down to your leg, his features darkening slightly and you could see his jaw clench and unclench as he stared.

“Hey,” you whispered, trying to get his attention. But his focus remained on the arrow sticking out of your thigh, the color draining from his face a little. “Hey,” you said again, a little more forceful, grabbing his chin gently and turning his face towards you.

Daryl’s eyes locked with yours, eyebrows furrowed, expression unreadable. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but a twig snapping in the distance had him jumping to his feet.

A moan sounded from somewhere behind you and you craned your neck, surveying the trees to see if the herd had caught up.

You looked up at Daryl, who was squinting in the opposite direction. He took a couple steps forward, apparently having spotted something beyond the trees.

“What’re you —”

“Cabin,” he stated, pointing to something ahead you couldn’t see from your seated position.

You sat up a little straighter, a blossoming of hope spreading through you. “Are you sure?”

“C’mon,” he responded gruffly, hurrying over to you and sweeping you back into his arms.

You stifled the gasp that rose to your throat and locked your arms around Daryl’s neck as he took off once again.

From behind, you could see the herd in the distance, having picked up steam with their sights set firmly on you.

Your stomach dropped and you turned your focus ahead, finally seeing what it was Daryl saw.

A couple yards in front of you was a cabin. It looked fairly untouched — windows still in tact, front door shut. There was a set of stairs leading up to the front porch, logs of firewood stacked up against the side.

But there was no smoke coming from the chimney, no lanterns or candles lit as dusk took over, no sign that anyone was inside.

Daryl’s steps slowed as the two of you approached the cabin, coming to a halt at the foot of the porch stairs. You stared up at the cottage, a pit forming in your stomach.

“What if someone’s inside?” you whispered, glancing up at him.

Daryl nodded slowly, chest heaving. “We’ll do what we have ta’ do,” he finally grumbled between breaths.

As if on cue, a loud groan sounded, snapping your attention to the side of the cabin. Suddenly, a group of walkers came limping around the side of the house, heading straight towards you.

“Damn it,” Daryl snarled, readjusting his hold on you and climbing up the front stairs.

You watched over his shoulder as the walkers stumbled their way up after — about six or seven dead ones in this group.

The cabin could be the perfect hiding spot from the huge herd not far behind. But if the herd was drawn in by this new group, they would tear the cabin apart — including you and Daryl.

Daryl made it to the top of the stairs and ran to the front door, setting you down as gently as possible. You hissed in pain and quickly shifted your weight off your bad leg, holding onto the door frame, ignoring how the world tilted.

Daryl reached for the doorknob, turned it, and —

It was locked.

“Shit,” he growled, stepping back a couple of feet before attempting to kick it down.

Keeping your eyes on the walkers coming up the stairs, you felt your heart start to race. You could hear Daryl’s grunts as he relentlessly tried to kick the door in, hearing the wood start to splinter.

“They’re coming,” you urged, trying to keep the panic from your voice.

Daryl’s kicks became stronger and faster until suddenly, the door flew open and you shielded your face from the shards of wood that shattered off.

Before you had time to react, you felt Daryl loop an arm around your waist as he half dragged, half carried you into the cabin just as the walkers lunged for you.

It felt as though everything happened in slow motion.

As soon as you were inside the cabin, Daryl let go of you, spinning around and slamming what was left of the door shut.

The walkers outside pushed against the door, slipping their hands through the cracks, shoving against Daryl’s weight.

The moment Daryl released you, your legs gave out and you landed hard on the floor, crying out in pain. Your vision was starting to go in and out as you stared up at the wooden panels lining the ceiling.

You craned your neck off the floor and saw Daryl, his back against the door, struggling to keep it shut against the biters.

He was desperately scanning the room, looking for something he could use to keep the door closed, when his eyes landed on you.

You squinted, trying to focus on him, but everything was blurry.

Come on, Y/N. Daryl needs your help. Come on, get up! GET. UP.

The voice in your head screamed at you to do something, to do anything, but you couldn’t get your body to cooperate. You groaned, hands hovering over the injury, careful not to touch the arrow that was somehow still inside you.

A muffled noise drew your attention and your eyes snapped back to Daryl — he was mouthing something. No…he was shouting something.

You shook your head, unable to hear exactly what he was saying. But you could tell by the look in his eyes it wasn’t anything good.

Daryl was pushed up against the door, still struggling against the walkers, but was frantically pointing at something off to your left.

Your gaze followed where he was pointing and you looked into the kitchen, suddenly understanding his horror as a walker appeared in your vision and launched itself at you.

A scream escaped your lips as the biter crawled its way up your body, teeth snapping, hands clawing. Daryl’s shouts became louder but you could hardly hear them over your own.

You managed to grab the walker around the neck, keeping it just mere inches from your face as you desperately searched for a weapon.

You spotted a poker laid out near the fireplace, but it was just out of your reach and you growled in frustration.

Your arms shook under the weight of the biter, black spots seeping into your vision and you knew it wouldn’t be long until your body finally gave out on you.

Then suddenly, like a beacon of hope, you saw your only chance of making it out alive.

Before you could think twice, you grabbed the shaft of the arrow imbedded in your thigh and ripped it out of your body, feeling parts of your skin tear in the process.

A blood curling scream echoed throughout the room and it took a moment to realize it was coming from you.

Tears streamed down the sides of your cheeks as you gasped in pain, feeling as though each and every nerve in your leg had been put through a paper shredder.

Gnashing your teeth together, you took every bit of strength you had left and stabbed the arrow into the temple of the walker.

It stilled immediately and collapsed on top of you, but you had no energy left to move it.

You laid completely still, vision fading, a numbness taking over your body.

The last thing you heard was the door crash open, an uproar of growls coming from the dead, and Daryl screaming your name.

And then the world went dark.




ANOTHER cliffhanger?! I’m oh so cruel…

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~Karamel Appreciation Week~
day 6: favorite cute/funny/romantic moments

Oh this is gonna be so hard to choose! Literally EVERY SCENE Karamel has together is either cute, funny, romantic, or angsty lol. But here we go.

Cute
 - 2x08: “Do you like me like me?”

Originally posted by dailysupergirlgifs

This scene always somehow cracks me up. My precious high school sweethearts.

 - 2x13: “I wanna get back to that.”

Originally posted by ravenclairee

My babies just being adorable and excited for starting their relationship. How can you not love that?

 - 2x14: “I would like to wake up next to you.”

Originally posted by supersmoaked

They VERY LITERALLY could not keep their hands off of each other. So beautiful!

Funny
 - 2x06: “Floaty… But I’m not floating.”

Originally posted by fyeahkaramel

Drunk Kara was so amazing! I need more of this :)

 - 2x09: “We are madly monotheistic.”

Originally posted by fyeahkaramel

Undercover Karamel - I mean Danthews? YUP.

 - 2x17: “I’m so sorry.” 

Originally posted by fyeahkaramel

This fight and how they kept apologizing to each other… I still laugh when I think about it!

Romantic
 - 2x10: “It was okay that I was gonna die because I’d gotten to kiss you.”

Originally posted by superkaramels

Oh, this confession… My heart still flutters whenever I see it. It was so beautiful and heartfelt, so honest, that I can’t help getting emotional about it. Kudos for Chris and Melissa’s acting here too!

 - 2x14: “To wake up with me.”

Originally posted by karamelfrostedcake

I just love how Mon-El was there for Kara whenever she needed it the most, no questions asked. Just like how a real relationship should be. Also, am I the only one thinks Kara might’ve hugged Mon-El as tightly as possible, without holding back? Because if she did then it’s just so damn beautiful!

 - 2x16 “I love you. With everything that I have, I love you.”

Originally posted by superkaramels

Oh Mon-El, you do this to me every time with your beautiful speeches! I mean, if this isn’t one of the most romantic and painfully beautiful “I love you”s I’ve ever seen on screen, then I don’t know what it is.

My Hopes for Sanvers Season 3

Obviously they love Flo, her character, and Maggie’s relationship with Alex, so they ARE NOT going to kill her off. These are just some things I hope to see in season 3:

- Maggie will probably stick around for a couple of episodes and get a lot of screen time

- I bet we are getting a big wedding episode which may either be a season premiere or a season finale

- Maggie’s absence may be due to her going on a business trip or being needed in other city for a while. Maggie wouldn’t show up in the episodes, but we could still get Sanvers phone calls.

- Definitely gonna get some angsty Sanvers if Maggie has to leave for a while. I can see Kara comforting Alex during the long distance relationship.

- Some episodes will have very few Sanvers moments, but in those few moments Chy and Flo are going to do their absolute best to continue representing our community.

- When Maggie comes home finally, hopefully we will see a real romantic scene and their relationship gets even stronger.

- Alex actually proposing, like getting one one knee in the bar or where they met and reciting the most beautiful declaration of love.

- Alex or Maggie calling each other “wifey”, “fiancée”, “babe”, “sweetie”, “honey”, and many more. Lots of domestic soft sanvers.

- Sanvers waking up in bed together being fluffy and cute.

-More moments with Maggie and Kara getting closer.

- Alex helping Maggie finally face her fears and seeing her family again. Healing old wounds together and Alex being there for Maggie to help her through it.

- Flirtatious Sanvers. Even if that means that they show camera angles of them texting when Flo isn’t in an episode.

- Sanvers going to a pride parade.

- Maggie saving Alex.

- Surprise Birthday party for either Alex or Maggie.

- Many more I love you’s and more representation of a healthy and happy lesbian relationship.

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King and Lionheart - Chapter 1 - starstrucktooru - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime’s Mother, Yahaba Shigeru, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Oikawa Tooru’s Mother, Oikawa Tooru’s Father
Additional Tags: Demon! Oikawa, human! Iwa, gonna be angst at one time, but it’s gonna have a happy ending i swear, i can’t make myself write angsty ending, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:

One night Hajime gets lost in a forest and finds a beautiful lake, but a mysterious boy helps him find his way home and Hajime decides to go back and thank him. The struggles of growing up when your best friend/crush is the next in line to be a demon king. And the meme team’s there of course.

To all those Anons who wanted Established Relationship

We don’t really have any new favorite Established Relationship fics other than what’s already in our Themed Rec tag, but there are these lesser-known fics!

Also check out our Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, and Kid Fic tags!

it’s not how big, it’s how mean by wiski

(7,156 I Explicit I Complete I For all your Established Relationship PWP needs.)

“So… Is this an actual neck thing or just your oral fixation?” He asks while idly running a hand up and down the relaxed curve of Stiles’s spine. “I thought I was the werewolf in this relationship.”

Fingertips, Like Memories by secondstar

(7,243 I Teen I Complete I Warning: Panic Attacks Curses)

Stiles wakes up to an empty bed. It isn’t until he gets to school that he realizes something is wrong. Derek is missing, and no one seems remember him except for Stiles.

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back, and One Giant Leap for the Things We’ve Shared by Sheepnamedpig

(11,535 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles and Derek have sex. It’s awful, but things get better. And better and better and better.

Stilinski-Hale Pack Series by Daydreamingworldsunknown

(total of 11,705 I Teen I WIP)

Without looking Stiles said, “Yes, you really do. Since when did I become the responsible one? I should tell my Dad. He would be so proud of me.” He laughed a little and finally turned toward Derek with an accusatory finger. “You are so overindulgent. First, with Isaac and now Liam. I swear he could literally get away with murder.”

“Not murder.”

“Not murder? That’s what you got from that?”


Or, 5 times someone assumes Stiles and Derek are parents, plus one time they realize that they are.

Acacia Honeymoon Hotel by blue_fjords

(12,141 I Mature I Complete I Secret Relationship)

After dancing around the attraction for years, Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall have finally gotten together. Same goes for Derek and Stiles. Everything is aces. Except the Sheriff and Melissa haven’t told their sons about their relationship, and Stiles hasn’t told his father about Derek. Everything comes to a head during one crazy weekend at the Acacia Honeymoon Hotel. 

Love Is Paranoid by minusgirl

(12,398 I Not Rated (Angsty says: Teen) I Complete I Wedding, Multiple Outsider POVs. Also, this fic is locked for anyone not logged onto an Ao3 account.)

Danny is curious…

Who is the girl that is responsible for the hickeys on Stiles’ neck?

I don’t like the way she’s looking at you (I’m starting to think you want her too) by May_belle

(13,698 I Mature I Complete I Mates, Reverse Fake/Pretend Relationship)

“It has to look like you and Derek haven’t fucked on every flat surface of this house this week alone so that Tessa sees Derek as a strong, totally available alpha that she can possibly make several babies with one day.”

Or the one where Stiles and Derek pretend they aren’t completely in love with each other for the sake of a possible pack alliance.

Burns Don’t Heal Like Before by Fanhag102

(17,795 I Mature I Complete)

“I fucked him.”

She says, low and clear, a proud smile stretched across her bubblegum lips. She leans into Stiles’ space, dropping her voice as her breath ghosts over his skin.

“I fucked your pretty, little werewolf boyfriend—and then Iburned. His family. Alive.”

AU where Kate didn’t die at Season 1.

Stiles and Derek Have a Baby by KaliopeShipsIt

(52,238 I Mature I Complete I Part Eight of this verse I Mpreg)

As the title says, Stiles and Derek have a baby, made possible by Derek’s magical Alpha-Uterus and my belief that it doesn’t always have to be Stiles who gets pregnant, gorgeous though these stories are ;-).

Join them on their journey as they: battle the evils of “Never Stops and I Want to Die”-Sickness (Derek’s words), struggle with suddenly too tight skinny jeans and form-fitting Henleys, overcome unexpected protective urges and Nutella-cravings, experience the joy of the baby’s first movements, argue about names and Twilight (repeatedly), and finally welcome the “cutest, most beautiful baby in the universe” (Stiles’ words) to the Alliteration-Verse.

Enjoy/Love and Internet Hugs,

Fluffy and Angsty

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, people are okay with Bellarke not being romantic and keep praising the connection that they have, but that’s exactly why I ship them, though? Why else would I? Because that foundation can be the support for a fucking beautiful, healthy, romantic relationship? That can have the potential to be passionate? And exciting? And fun? But also angsty? And difficult? And painful? But at the core of everything, there is trust, friendship, and support?

Why would people be confused by others wanting this relationship to be romantic? Like, can you imagine having a relationship like this? Where there’s mutual respect and constant support but also intense chemistry and sexual tension? LIKE???

anonymous asked:

On your playlist "angsty dipper 2.0" you put the song Glory by Radical Face (a beautiful song in my opinion) and I was just wondering how, in your mind, does it relate to Dipper?

aha well, its more clear if you look at the published playlist on 8tracks (”angsty dipper playlist” was just the working title) but that mix was more specifically about dipper’s relationship with bill and how it’s affected him, in my interpretation. “glory” is the last song on the mix, and i thought it fit the feeling of “ive been hurt and it sucks, but i can get through this” appropriately. like, uh, if you look at some of the lyrics from a more symbolic perspective.

kind of melancholy lyrics, but the tone of the song itself is fairly upbeat and optimistic. i think it works as a good end to the “story” i was trying to tell.