this is so bad i am so sorry but i love this song

Unpopular opinion: 2016 was actually an incredible year to me, so many cool things happened!! I’ve become independent, I learned and experienced tons of things, I’ve overcome my problems and finally I achieved what I’ve wanted for so long: I am truly happy with who I am as a person! I learned how to be happy and how to stay happy, I learned what’s important and to what extent. I realised that everything is a choice and there are literally no limits!! I finally see that every minute spent on whining and crying under a blanket is a wasted minute!! There’s literally no point in being stuck in one place, life moves forward and so should I!! Every failure is a test of persistence and determination, the key is to never stop looking for solutions!!

tl;dr Bring it on 2017, I’m ready

Selfless

Request:

Hi :-) So can i have a Daryl x reader where they are friends since before the apocalypse and they have feelings for each others but are too shy to say it ? And Daryl is jealous because she is getting closer of Shane and one day while looking for Sophia they argue and admit their feelings ? ( With smut if you want ) Thank you a lot I love your imagines !

A/N: ugh I wrote this and originally it fit the request really good but I accidentally deleted it. I about shot myself and I veered a little off in attempt to actually write it. I hope you like it anyways! (No smut but sometime in one of the upcoming ones) KM SO SORRY ITS LATE I PROMISE ILL WROTE THE OTHERS SOON

Song: bad_news by Bastille

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“What the hell is your deal?” You asked Daryl harshly.

He scoffed and turned to you with piercing eyes. “Go back to Shane! Yer bangin’ him anyway!”

“You know just as well as I do that that isn’t true! What the fuck is your damn problem?” You were fuming at your best friend who was being completely unreasonable. He got close to you and spoke in your face, putting up his dominant front.

“Do I? I ain’t dealin’ with yer shit no more! You were my problem but not anymore!” He turned away from you and started to walk off when you spoke, so quiet he could barely hear it.

“What-what does that mean..?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” And with that, he left you outside of your tent with your thoughts to go to the city and find his brother. You were aware of a tightening feeing creeping up in your throat and blurriness finding its way in front of your eyes.

You knew that he didn’t mean anything he just said to you and he’d come running back and saying sorry when he got back but that didn’t mean the words didn’t hurt.

Daryl met you in a restaurant, managing to rescue you from a perverted customer. You instantly attached to him and became extremely close and somewhere along the way, you fell in love. It was him who was at your door at 2 AM when screams and sounds of destruction were closing in. He held his crossbow and shoved a gun into your hand and dragged you to his bike and headed for the mountains along with his older brother. Daryl was protective and rough around the edges but you cherished every part of him, knowing he was the only thing you had left. You always thought the feelings were unreciprocated, one way.

Shane had just asked you for help and often confined in you about Lori after Rick showed up. You were always willing to listen, wanting to help everyone. You always give your food to the kids if they were still hungry or took a double watch if someone was tired. In all honesty, you didn’t dub your behavior as unusual; your father raised you to be selfless and giving, something he always was. Daryl hated Shane, more so after he put him in a headlock, giving him a severe headache the day after.

You couldn’t believe what Daryl said. Accusing you of sleeping with someone was absurd. You had boyfriends before Daryl came around but they were all jerks and cheaters, leaving you single for the better part of your college life.

You shook your head, trying to get what he said out of your thoughts as the sounds of an engine roared to life. The heavy weight of worry made its home deep in your heart, sinking to the bottom like a stone. Walkers crawled the big city streets and just the mere thought of the man you loved stepping a foot close to it created a wave of anxiety, images of his bloody body appearing in your mind. It wouldn’t be the first time he came home drenched in blood.

Sure, you were mad at him for saying what he did, but you forgave so easily especially when he comes to you with guilt glistening in his blue eyes. He was so insecure, always doubting himself, causing him to lash out and voice what he thinks others believe. He always apologized and ended up beating himself up about it; you just came to terms with the fact that he was like that because of his past. Daryl was always on the defense, protecting himself from things that weren’t meant to harm him. You were the first to see the scars on his back, not even his brother had seen them.

You could remember him yelling at you then storming out, leaving you in tears because it was the first time he’d ever done that. Hours later, tear stains along with smudged makeup painted your pillowcase when he returned. As soon as he saw your puffy eyes and trembling body beneath the covers, self loathing claimed his mind, you could see it. Daryl turned around and took his shirt over his head to show you why he was the way he was. You cried while he held you and vice versa. You were devastated to find out the truth but grateful he trusted you enough. That was the day you first started realizing how deep in you really were.

-

The campfire warmed your skin and brought smiles to the faces of those around it. It was Amy’s birthday, everyone telling stories and just enjoying the moment absent from terror. Carl and Sophia were beside you as they both reminded you of your long gone siblings.

Amy got up to leave, everyone’s eyes shooting to her. “I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here.” The group chuckled, even bringing you out of your paranoid haze you’d been trapped in ever since you started to overthink. Daryl being hurt flashed before your eyes, him being bit, a walker. You couldn’t stay calm.

A scream pierced the air. Then another. Then everyone was screaming.

Amy was outside of the trailer, a walker biting into her neck. Her sister jumped up and ran to her bleeding body. While this was occurring, walkers appeared from the forest, biting people as they went. Screams rattled the night as well as gunshots.

You jumped up and pulled your gun from your back pocket, now in defense mode. You pushed the children behind you and took down every walker that got near you.

In the chaos, you managed to see Carl darting to his mother, catching the attention of a few walkers.

“Shit!” You yelled, pulling Sophia by the arm to the trailer. You shoved her inside and gave her a spare knife. She looked at you with fear heavy in her eyes and sobs coming from her mouth. “If anything tries to get you, use this!” You slammed the door shut and ran to the other child. He was still running from the walkers and despite how much you screamed for their attention, they were not giving up.

An idea sparked through your head, though you weren’t thinking of the consequences due to the adrenaline pumping in your blood. You grabbed your main knife from your belt and slid it across your forearm, hoping the smell would attract the undead.

You screamed at them once again and they veered their attention from Carl to you. He ran to his mother and she was yelling something at you but your ears were filled with the sound of your rapid heartbeat. Again, you decided to do something potentially stupid and ran to the middle of everything where adults were fighting and others were being bitten.

The knife once again slid over your arm, more crimson running down your fingertips. Walkers that weren’t occupied with feeding on the bitten were now after you.

You sprinted quickly to the woods, hoping to draw them away from the attacked campsite. Groans could be heard from behind you, getting closer and closer by the second. Your strength was running out; the cuts still spilling blood weren’t exactly shallow and it made your head spin.

Eventually you reached a point where you couldn’t run anymore. So you turned toward the fifteen or so walkers in front of you and raised your gun, shooting the ones closest to you until the ammo ran out.

Your knife was the only thing left. You stabbed one after the other, careful to dodge those lunging after you.

While you were pulling the knife out of one, another jumped on you, pushing you to the ground. You struggled against it, thinking of what Daryl taught you.

You held it back with all your strength as it tried to snap its teeth into your face. Just as it was about to sink into your flesh, it fell limp. An arrow was in its skull.

Gunshots rang beside you and you didn’t bother getting up, knowing your dwindling adrenaline wouldn’t aid you in the process. The body was lifted from you and you were met with blue eyes just as you closed yours.

-

As Daryl pulled in, walkers were eating people and attacking the living. Gunshots rang out and echoed into the night, drawing more and more of the dead to them.

He jumped from the car as well as the other men, bringing his crossbow up and taking out the closest to him. He takes them down one after the other, making his way towards the middle of the chaos.

“Daryl!” His head whipped to the voice. It was Lori who was behind Shane along with her son.

“It’s (Y/N)! She’s in the woods and a bunch of walkers followed her!” She was yelling overtop of the loud sounds of death and destruction but Daryl heard every single word.

He took off sprinting into the trees, searching frantically for you, the only one he cared about. He finally saw a crowd of walkers. You were in the middle fighting them off, blood covering you. A walker fell onto you and was trying to bite you and as soon as he was close enough, he took it out. Daryl quickly killed the other ones by means of stabbing and shooting, going over to you after they all fell.

You were covered in blood and your eyes were glazed over before your eyelids covered them. He picked you up and ran back to the camp where the gunshots ceased.

-

“What happened to her?” Daryl asked while you were unconscious in your tent. He had bandaged your arms while muttering apologies for everything he said even though you couldn’t hear him.

“She saved Carl,” Lori said, emotion thick in her voice. “Walkers were chasing him and she– she cut herself to drawl them away. Then she did it again in the middle of everything to get them away from all of us.” Tears were running down her face as she recalled the traumatic events only an hour prior to the current conversation.

He cursed under his breath. How could he have not guessed? You were naturally like that and he knew it.

Rick came over to him and put a hand on Daryl’s shoulder. “(Y/N)’s a brave girl. I owe her, we all do.”

-

A pounding in your skull woke you up. Opening your eyes almost made it worse.

You were in your tent, night still in the air. You sat up, almost falling back down because of the dizziness flooding your vision. Bandages were wrapped around your left arm, blood soaking through them.

Then, the zipper on the tent was undone as Daryl unzipped it. He was covered in blood, mirroring you, and looked exhausted.

“Daryl,” you breathed out. He came inside and closed the tent back up before pulling you into a tight embrace. He burrowed his face into your neck and breathed in. Tears found their way to your cheeks.

“Don’ do that again. Stop bein’ so damn selfless,” he threatened, half growling. He pulled away and took your arm. His thumb brushed over the bandages and he looked you in the eyes with a hard stare. “I can’ lose ya.”

You put your hand on his cheek and he leaned into the gentle touch, an unusual thing for him. Tears kept their steady flow down your face. You were happy but a larger part of you was devastated at the loss of everyone.

Daryl could see exactly what you were thinking. He always did. “C'mere.”

He took you into his embrace, just holding you and whispering into your ear. “I need ya…. I- I…”

“I love you too, Daryl.” You whispered back, knowing what he was trying to say. He squeezed you lightly and held you for the rest of the night, protecting you from the terrors outside.

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They’re Trying To Catch You || [listen]

You are the last dragonlord now

You alone carry the ancient gift

Justine’s Birthday Drabble

Happy birthday to a lovely person and friend, Justine, @justareader ! I am so sorry this is late, but you were so, so sweet and understanding, so thank you so much. 

“No One Will Find You”

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

Inspired by one of her favorite songs ‘All I Ask of You’

You munched absentmindedly on pretzels you found in the pantry, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of Bucky and his latest mission. You knew this one was going to be a rough one; going back to one of the facilities he was kept in during those nightmarish years was going to be a difficult and damaging situation. You prepared yourself for whatever was to come; the inevitable. Maybe a panic attack, maybe a relapse into his old bad habits, maybe the nightmares would become frequent visitors in the night again, or maybe he would run away again. You cringed at the last one, but whatever his reaction was you would be there for him. You had been there for him in the beginning and you would be there for him now.

In that moment, your front door was thrown open, causing you to bite your tongue. You grimaced, but turned to see a worn down Bucky. His shoulders were slumped and the bag he was holding looked as if it was a thousand pounds. He nudged it off his shoulder and it fell with a thud.

You stood slowly to meet him, “Hey, baby, how was your…” He took large strides toward you, but they were slow and tired. Your words died on your tongue when he reached out for you, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against his body.

You felt how tense he was, how the mission had affected him physically. He inhaled you, breathed you in, tangled his other hand in your hair. He cradled you to him like you would float away. You didn’t say anything as your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, your nose pressed against his shoulder.

“You’re safe; no one will find you.” You whispered against his skin. You pulled his head from your shoulder, his eyes were glazed over with tears, and you tsked at the sight. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you showered and in bed.”

He remained silent, and it wasn’t until he was tucked into bed, covers pulled up to his neck that he spoke, “Don’t. Don’t go anywhere. Stay with me.”

The idea of turning the lights off downstairs was quickly dismissed.

“Alright,” You nodded, squeezing his hand. He lifted the blankets for you, quickly pulling you against his side.

“I just want to be free of these dark thoughts, of this fear.” His voice broke and a tear or two trailed down his cheek.

You were quick to wipe them away, adjusting your position so you were laying on top of his chest, “Bucky, baby, you’ll get there. You’ve been doing so well. One day, you’ll be able to go a without a bad thought; we’ll take it one day at a time.”

You could tell he didn’t believe you fully, but he nodded nonetheless. His voice was soft and it shook slightly, “Just… let me hold you.”

“I love you, Buck.” You whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his soft, trembling lips.

“I love you… so much. I am so thankful for you.” He whispered back, his arms pressing you even tighter against him.

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A/N: Okay so this is basically my really terrible tribute to the biggest cinnamon roll on the planet. You guys have no idea how honestly in love with this guy I am. So, basically, @thatsthat24, this may be really creepy and I’m sorry and I’ll take it down if you want me to but please take this as a huge thank you for being the sweetest and most amazing and most precious gift to this world ever. Thank you for blessing us with your joy and beauty. ♡

You were at your friend Thomas’ house, waiting patiently on his couch while he ran into the kitchen to get snacks. As you sat, you began to tap your foot to the beat of the song stuck in your head. Naturally, you couldn’t help but belt out a few bars.

“The word got around, they said ‘this kid is insane man’. Took up a collection just to send him to the main land. ‘Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and the world’s gonna know your name’. What’s your name, man?”

As you finished the small part of the verse, Thomas ran into the living room, practically launching himself over the couch so as to join you in song.

“Alexander Hamilton.” Your friend sang proudly, “My name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait. Just you wait.”

You beamed as you sang together, “When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt ridden. Two years later see Alex and his mother bedridden, half-dead, sitting in their own sick, the sent thick.”

The two of you bounced on the couch excitedly, screaming a line that was meant to be whispered.

“And Alex got better but his mother went quick!”

anonymous asked:

I know this is kinda gross, and I feel bad for requesting this, but I've had a really bad day and Awful Cramps, so I'd like to know how the Avengers would help their s/o on their lady week (Period). Also, I have really bad PMS so if you'd include how they'd deal with that, I'd be very happy! (Could it Include Sam Wilson because I freaking love that guy). Thank You, and I'm Very Sorry!

(this has taken me song long that those cramps are probably long gone i am so sorry) also pls don’t apologise, periods are completely natural things 

- Steve would try, he would really try - but he wouldn’t know half of it. He’d go to the store to buy you whatever you need, only to phone you because he has no damned clue which does what and what goes where. He would be really sweet about it, and if you ever had a hormonal moment/period induced meltdown, he’d just stand there and let you shout and cry for a while till it was calm again

- Sam would be 10/10 - maybe he grew up with loads of sisters, but  that guy knows what he’s doing. Your apartment always has everything you need, and he’d buy the right medicine and pain relievers. If someone had a more understanding boyfriend, they were hiding him real good 

- Tony would never have to experience Aunt Flo, so he wouldn’t always understand, but he’d buy you chocolate and films and give you hugs when you needed them, but also space if you needed it. The guy is clueless and completely wrapped around your finger, and will do anything to make you happy 

- Clint would always forget the dates. It’d be a nice surprise for him to come home from a mission to you in the midst of your period, but he’d make up for it by being allocated supply runner. He might be an assassin with a stony glare, but he’ll still keep his head held high as he walks out of Walmart with an extra large box of ladies things and a DVD of the Princess Diaries under his arm

- Bruce, with the Other Guy, would already have a lot of the things you need on hand. He’d need them for relaxation purposes, whereas you would need them for other things. Hot water bottles, fuzzy blankets, pain-killers. He’d be more prepared than you without even meaning to be. 

- Thor might be of royal blood and a God, but he would toss anything aside and shamelessly care for his S/O. He’ll go on runs to the shops, he’d give you massages - basically the perfect boyfriend tbh 

- Bucky has seen blood before, he’s probably seen a lot worse. He’s got no care in the world and wouldn’t be phased. Very concerned maybe, at the image of his s/o writhing in pain on the floor and crying about hatred for their ovaries, but he’d place you back on the sofa and try and cheer you up until the storm (and by storm I mean the monthly hell) has passed

(this is all based off my experience with periods, it’s obviously not gonna be the same for everyone but i feel like when i am on mine i suddenly become a girl out of a chick flick with ice cream and sad films.)

I was tagged by @jakegardnr! Thanks lovely! 

Rules: answer the questions and then tag 9 people you wanna get to know better

Relationship status: I’m like beyond single, but that’s okay because I get all the food to myself
Favorite color: Pink or Teal
Lipstick or chapstick: lipstick
Last song you listened to: Flatliner by Cole Swindell (I like country I know, I’m so sorry) 
Last movie watched: I just watched Manchester by the Sea and Hacksaw Ridge and they were both just so good 
Top three characters: America Singer, Alec Lightwood, and Derek Morgan (I have a slight Criminal Minds addiction) 
Top three ships: I’m so bad with ship names: Ron/Hermione, America/Maxon,  and I’m drawing a blank on literally any other ship  
Books I am currently reading: I’ve been trying to read Gone With the Wind since Christmas so lol at me

 I tag @tylersequin91 @mapleleivo @hockeyinspires @gentlemarns @stamkos @goodoneauston @captain-giroux @plutoisback @yotes4life

peace and love on planet earth 

it’s nice to see the sudden positivity in this fandom!!

promise me, ned

a small prequel to the Tower of Joy scene (both show and book canon) 
warnings for semi-accurate childbirth and blood, a lot of blood


She is 15 years old, a widow, a mother and about to die.

She can hear the sounds of the battle outside, but the handmaiden stops her from getting up to look outside of the window to see who had come for her.

“You mustn’t, mi'lady.” the maid says in her accent, so foreign to Lyanna’s ears. “The babe is coming. You cannot get up now!”

Lyanna screams out her pain, screams it into the wind and prays that any of the Gods, Old or New, Red or Drowned, will hear her. It cannot be Robert, Lyanna thinks looking down at her belly, let it be one of her brothers who fights outside.

“Push, mi'lady!” The maid says over Lyanna’s screams and she looks at her swollen stomach with worry, but Lyanna is too delirious with pain to register it.

She prays for guidance as the maid tells her to push, the loud clash of swords and shouting voice outside embrace her in their claustrophobic embrace.

Sir Oswald Whent had told her what happened to Elia Martell’s children in a fit of drunken grief, and they are all what Lyanna can think of now. Arthur Dayne had pulled Whent away quickly, but he had told Lyanna enough for her to picture the three broken bodies of Elia Martell and her children. She had spent half the night retching over the chamber pot, and none of it had been because of the babe.

Sir Dayne had, in a solitary moment of kindness, reached out to her then. “Sir Whent was out of line, my Lady.” He had said, eyes sympathetic and even if his sympathy is only for Rhaegar’s babe growing in her belly Lyanna soaks up the moment of kindness.

They all thought her a whore, Rhaegar’s kingsguard. They all thought her cruel and seductive and had no kind words for her. And now they were dying for her.

It cannot be Robert, Lyanna thinks again, let it be anyone else.

“I see the head, mi'lady!” The maid calls out and Lyanna nearly cries in relief. “Push, mi'lady!”

It was strange how it was in that moment that Lyanna notices no one had called her by her name in months – not since Rhaegar had left to die.

She is mi'lady to her handmaiden, Lady Stark to the Kingsguard or, if they were feeling particularly cruel, Princess Targaryen. She hadn’t been Lyanna for months and it is in that moment that her heart and body seems to tear in two.

She hears the maid gasp, as what feels like buckets of warm water spread down her legs. Lyanna screams in pain and she hears the fighting outside stop. There is silence all around her and the maid, looking numb, lifts her arms.

Oh, Lyanna thinks as she looked at the maid, that is my blood. The maid’s dress is covered in blood completely and her forearms are painted a bright red.

“What happened?” Lyanna asks, hoarsely.

“You will be fine, mi'lady.” The maid says, smiling gently and Lyanna does not have the energy to call her a liar. “Now you just take a deep breath and push. That babe wants to get out.”

It feels as though she was pushing in time to the swords clashing outside the tower.

“Good, mi'lady. One more push.”

The hot and heavy smell of iron surrounds Lyanna as she whimpers through every push and she feels as though she is going to faint momentarily.

“You have a little boy, mi'lady!”

Lyanna bursts into tears as soon as the maid comes around and hands her her babe.

He is so small, Lyanna thinks in wonder, so small but yet so perfect. And he looks nothing like Rhaegar, and there is a strange sense of satisfaction in Lyanna.

He had taken her away from her family with sweet words and promises of freedom and then locked her away in a tower in Dorne with no one to talk to. She takes pleasure in not giving him the satisfaction of birthing him the Targaryen daughter he thought he so desperately needed to fulfill his stupid prophecy.

She was so stupid, Lyanna thinks as she looks down at her little little boy. Rhaegar had promised her everything, and left with her with a babe in her belly and no future. He had promised her a better life and now she is going to die all alone in Dorne, so far away from home.

There is a shout from outside and Lyanna’s head snaps up. She forgot of the fighting outside, and after the shout the clashing of swords stops and the battle is over. She knows it in her heart.

It cannot be Robert, Lyanna chants in her head and she screws her eyes shut, her grip going loose. The maid takes her little boy from her and Lyanna keeps chanting, it cannot be Robert.

It cannot be Robert, let it be anyone else.

(827 words)

Jealous at a Panic! At The Disco concert (Luke)

MASTERLIST

Anonymous said: “Can you do a Luke blurb about going to a panic! At the disco concert and him getting jealous bc you love Brendon Urie soso much,thankss”

yes omg I love him

(I’ve never been to one of their concerts so excuse me if anything of this is completely wrong and inaccurate)

and sorry if it is really bad, I am tired haha

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“Oh my god, I love this song so much!” You exclaim when you hear the first notes to Girls/Girls/Boys, jumping up and down in excitement. “The music video is gold, Brendon Urie is so hot!”

“Isn’t that the one where he’s like.. completely naked?” Luke, your boyfriend, asks. He is standing next to you, his arms crossed over his chest with an unamused look on his face.

“Yes! Exactly!” You say, smiling back. “And never did I think that I, would be caught in the way you got me…” You sing at the top of your lungs, enoying the almost too loud music and the familiar buzz you feel whenever you hear Brendon Urie sing. 

You let the music consume you, dancing and singing along the best you can. You try to get Luke to dance with you, but he stubbornly stands his ground. Luke was the one who got you the tickets, after all, because he knew how much you loved the band. You thought they would be somewhere in the back maybe or at the far sides, but no, you are basically at the very front, it’s almost as if you could touch the stage if you just leaned forward a little bit. 

“Girls love girls and boys..” You sing along to the chorus and suddenly, out of nowhere, Brendon Urie looks you straight in the eyes and winks. It may have been for only a milli second and barely noticeable, but it sure as hell happened, even Luke seems to have caught it. 

“Did you just see that?” You ask him in disbelief, wide eyed.

He rolls his eyes at you and shrugs, “yeah, so what?”

“So what? He freaking looked at me Luke! This is amazing!” You yell over the music, “this is so unreal!”.

-

An hour later and you are finally heading toward the exit, throat sore and half deaf. 

“That was so good, wasn’t it?” 

“It was alright.” Luke says, not meeting your eyes. 

“Come on Luke, it was more than alright, it was Brendon Urie for christ sake!” 

It had been one of the best nights in your life, and spending it with your boyfriend had only made it even better, though he seems to not feel the same way. 

“I know it was, you’ve said it like… ten million times. We all know you’re madly in love with him and his six-pack and dreamy eyes.” Luke says, rolling his eyes. He walks with long steps so you almost have to run to keep up with him. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. 

“Nothing.” He mumbles, shaking off your hand when you try to reach for his arm. 

“Lucas Hemmings, stop.” You say, stopping right there. He stops too, a few feet a head of you and slowly turns around with an annoyed look on his face, jaw clenched. 

You walk up to him and take his hand in yours, “Are you jealous?” You ask eventually. 

He immediately looks away but you managed to see his tinted cheeks. “No.” He answers stubbornly.

You roll your eyes fondly with a small smile playing on your lips. You grab his chin and make him turn his head to looks at you before you connect you lips. 

“You know I think your eyes are dreamier, and your body sexier.” You say after you’ve pull away. “Brendon’s amazing, but you are my boyfriend and I love you more than anything, even more than marshmellows dipped in chocolate.” You say, letting out a laugh at the end. 

Luke’s lips twitch at the corners and you can tell that he’s trying not to smile (failing, of course). 

“Come here, you big, stupid dork.” You say, opening your arms. “I think it is adorable that you are jealous and all, and Brendon Urie’s a pretty decent guy to be jealous of, but I’m all yours. Don’t worry.”

He steps into your arms and buries his face in your neck, letting out a groan. “I feel so stupid…” He mumbles and you can’t help but laugh. 

“No, it was cute. I promise.” 

“I’m a man, I don’t want to be cute.” He scoffs and you can almost hear him smiling teasingly. 

“I’m sorry man, I meant to say that you are so buff and tough and manly.” You say, laughing. 

He pulls away from the hug but leaves his hands on your waist, also laughing, “thanks.”

He leans in and kisses your lips, letting it linger for a while before he pulls away. “You’re pretty cute yourself at times.”

Sorry

Summary: You and Bucky act like children fighting over a simple apology 

Warnings:  Painful amounts of friendship :), playful arguing.  Heated kiss? Honestly I suck at these lol

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word count: 1883. ( I really did not think it was this long.) 

A/n: This was just  one of the little somethings I wanted to whipped up for @fvckingbuckyandsteve contest :) I have been motivated so I am making a couple so I hope these are not bad lol. 

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

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Bad news. I have my operation booked for next week, so getting really nervous. But by doing this in 8 weeks time I’m gonna be able to sing like never before so it’s worth it. I am so sorry to all. Dreading the next month thou, I can’t speak for THREE WEEKS after the op

Though it’s heartbreaking news, we hope you get better and come back more amazing than ever. We love you and we wish you the speediest of recoveries! 

102 // yoongi pt.3

based on the song 102 by matty healy

part 1 part 2

Originally posted by jinful

6 months. it had been 6 months since yoongi had chosen his girlfriend over you, and you hadn’t seen him since. you’d like to say that you were fine with it, that you’d moved on with your life and that you were happy but if you did you’d be totally lying. you hadn’t quite realised how much of an impact he’d actually had on your life and how much even the simplest things reminded you of him in some way or another. it was pretty much hell, and you’d become a terrible person to be around so not only had you lost yoongi but all the other friends you had. you were just scraping through each and every day, waking up, going to work and then going back home all just so you could repeat the same routine the next day. you absolutely hated the fact that he had this much of an effect on your life, you’d always been so sure that you weren’t one of those people who needed another to complete themselves, but you honestly felt like a massive part of you was missing and it felt terrible.

one saturday night though, you’d had enough of yourself. you were sick of constantly moping around over someone who clearly didn’t care for you as much as they’d always claimed to. you deserved to be happy again, and you thought going out and getting totally out of your face would be a good start.

at first you had no idea who to ask to go with you because pretty much all of your friends hated the idea of spending time with you right now, but you knew one person you somehow hadn’t managed to totally alienate. namjoon.

i’m coming up your street now, make sure you’re ready.

you gave yourself one last look in the mirror and you had to admit you looked hot as hell. you’d made an effort with your appearance for the first time in forever, and it had totally paid off. who knew, maybe tonight you’d meet someone new. you were giving yourself one last lookover when a knock interrupted you. you grabbed your bag off of your bed and went to the front door and you were greeted by the smiling face of namjoon. you saw his eyes scanning your body, and it made you feel good. “you ready?”

the two of you walked through the streets trying to find a club that appealed to you, and you came across one that was very familiar to you. “y/n-ah, remember this place? we all came here for yoongi’s birthday a few years ago,” namjoon said. you winced a little at the mention of yoongi, but you quickly brushed it off. “yeah, that was a good night, i just remember hobi getting wayyyy too drunk and us all having to pretty much drag him out of the club,” you laughed at the fond memory. “so do you wanna go here?” he asked you. you nodded. “why not.”

it had been a few hours since you’d both arrived and you were both a little bit drunk to say the least. you’d lost count of how many vodka and cokes you’d downed, but all you knew is you hadn’t felt this good in a long time. it was probably just the alcohol, but over the course of the night you’d found yourself becoming more and more attracted than you already were to namjoon. you dragged him outside with you so you could have a cigarette, and he was a giggling mess. “oh namjoon, are you drunk?” you teased him as you lit one up. “me? drunk? never,” he laughed. he took the cigarette from your mouth and took a drag of it himself, staring at you intensely the entire time. there was definitely some sexual tension between the both of you and you could tell that he was just about to kiss you when you were both interrupted by a familiar voice. “namjoon?”

you refused to turn around, not wanting to see his face, or hers. because of course he’d be with her. “hey yoongi, glad you could make it,” namjoon said. wait, what the fuck?! he’d asked him to come?! “who’s that you’re with?” yoongi asked. fuck. you turned around and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw it was you. “y/n?” he asked. you just nodded, avoiding eye contact with him. he looked a little sad. “well we’re gonna go inside now, see you later,” he said, taking hold of his girlfriend’s hand and heading into the club.

“are you serious namjoon? you invited them?” you asked him, your face turning red from anger. “yeah, i thought you and yoongi would want to see eachother, he said that you hadn’t seen eachother in ages,” he said. the earnest look on his face showed you that there was a lot he didn’t know. “wait, has he not told you why we haven’t seen eachother for 6 months?” you asked him, throwing the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomping it out. “i didn’t know that there was a reason for it,” he said. you sighed. “namjoon, he chose her over me. after 2 months of them being together he chose her over me,” you told him, the tears threatening to well over. this was the first time you’d actually vocalised what had happened between the two of you, and hearing the words out in the open made you realise just how much it still hurt. “oh y/n what the fuck, come here,” he said, pulling you in for a hug. the affection and the first real human contact you’d had in quite a while all just got to you and your tears started to wet namjoon’s shirt. you both stayed like that for a while until he gently pushed you away and looked you straight in the eyes. “come on y/n,” he said, wiping the tears away from your eyes. “you look amazing tonight, we wouldn’t want it to go to waste. let’s go and have fun.”

you had definitely consumed way too much alcohol. any inhibitions you’d had were long gone, and you and namjoon were dancing a little too close to eachother. a vaguely familiar rap song began playing and you started dancing on him, not really caring who saw. whenever you turned around to see his face you could see that he was enjoying it just as much as you were. he suddenly turned you around, grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you, hard. you immediately responded, finally giving into the sexual tension that had been plaguing the both of you all night. neither of you had good intentions. namjoon was simply doing it because he knew he could and you knew you most likely wouldn’t be doing this if yoongi hadn’t arrived, but it was working for both of you. the kiss deepened and you felt namjoon’s hands trailing down from your waist, and the prospect of what might transpire excited you. however, namjoon was suddenly pulled away from you by a pissed off looking yoongi. “outside. now,” he yelled over the music, walking away. namjoon just shook his head at him and went to kiss you again, but you turned your cheek. “i’m going to see what the fuck that was all about, i’ll see you in a second, you said into his ear, kissing his cheek and going to find yoongi. 

you found him outside, and to your surprise he was smoking. he’d always been vocal on how much he disliked the fact that you smoked so much, so seeing him doing it was especially weird. “smoking?” you asked him. “shit happens,” he shrugged. “yeah, it does, like that in there. what the fuck are you playing at?!” you asked him. “you were all over namjoon! i saw how you were dancing on him y/n so i could ask you the same question,” he said. “is it really any of your concern what i do anymore? you haven’t cared these past 6 months so why start now,” you said, anger beginning to well up. “i don’t want to see stuff like that! it makes me uncomfortable,” he said. “well now you know exactly how i felt seeing you and _____ all over eachother,” you spat. his face softened. “about that y/n. i made a mistake that night, a really fucking huge mistake and i’ve regretted it so much ever since. i wasn’t thinking straight and at the time i couldn’t understand why you were like that but i do now and although you may not understand it i just thought it would be better to just leave you be, for your own sake,” he said. “yoongi, no. you saying that is not going to make up for what you did. i was your bestfriend for years and you chose HER over me yoongi, someone you’d been with for two months. TWO MONTHS. you didn’t try and get in touch with me once, you didn’t try and make sure i was okay or anything,” you said. “that’s not true. i was constantly asking people about you, i even spoke to your mom a few times just to make sure things were okay. and i know they haven’t been, you’ve lost weight,” he said, looking over your body. you didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system or the dim lighting but you could have sworn you saw a flicker of lust in his eyes, but you were too mad to care right now. “i’ve been fine yoongi, my life wasn’t put on hold just because you decided i wasn’t important to you anymore,” you said. you were obviously lying through your teeth. “i just need you to understand that i did it for you. i know that you most likely don’t anymore but i soon realised how you felt back then and i didn’t want to put you through any more hurt,” he said. you just shook your head. “no yoongi, i don’t want your excuses. i miss you but i deserve friends that won’t drop me at the sight of some skirt. i hope things are well between you and _____, i’ll see you around,” you said, quickly turning around and leaving so he couldn’t see the tears that were now streaming down your face. your phone buzzed with a text from namjoon asking if you were okay but all you saw was the time. 1:02am. again. 

finally!!! i am so sorry for taking so long to get this up but literally this weekend was so super busy but i finally pulled through :-) i intend on starting a new part tomorrow and it’s gonna be good so once again keep ur eyes peeled this is not the end x 

Listening to Ed Sheeran’s love songs just make me so sad because he’s just so in love and so enamored with the woman he wrote the song about and I want that I want that so bad but I can’t feel anything so that kinda sucks but feeling it second hand through Ed Sheeran is a blessing and I love him very much.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。 Happy (belated) Birthday thegreentomyblue​ 。* ✧ ♡ (◍•ᴗ•◍)

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Here's A Question:

Why do fan bases get so angry when new people join it? And another problem I have: why is it so bad to like the most popular songs?

I have a friend. She’s getting into twenty one pilots and she’s starting with Stressed Out, Car Radio, House Of Gold, etc. what some of you consider “overrated”. But, at one point, didn’t we all like the most overrated song? It’s not like you joined the fanbase and your first favorite song was Taxi Cab or Glowing Eyes. It had to be something like Holding Onto You (the song it was for me), Car Radio, hell, it might be Stressed Out for some of you.

But that’s fine. Where’s the problem? I have no problem if Stressed Out is your favorite song. Stressed Out is one of my favorite twenty one pilots songs. Just saying. But why I am not considered “fake” if my three favorite songs are Stressed Out, Car Radio and Holding Onto You? And what’s the problem with getting more members of the clique? This is still a pretty small fanbase. Some of us are new. Keep in mind, I didn’t make this blog until very, very late 2015. Around November.

I’m just fed up with some of the people on Twitter. And at the concerts. I love my friends I made on here. That I met because of this band. I have a group that I trust and I talk to them daily. They know who they are. But some of you are insane. Like, why would you hurt the two people you claim to love and say you’ll die for? I’m never going to stop loving twenty one pilots. This band saved my life, and I have a right to say that. And I’m not going to give up on this band until I meet Josh and/or Tyler and explain how much they mean to me. But will I ever get the chance if the fanbase is like this?

I don’t know if this makes any sense but I’m just kind of thinking out loud and putting my thoughts down.

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Sugar We're a Social Casualty

So I made a cover/mashup of Sugar We’re Goin Down by falloutboy and Social Casualty by 5sos-official and I think it isn’t too bad. BUT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO DO AND THE END IS A BIT OF A MESS BUT HONESTLY I DON’T CARE (Pun not intended) SO PLEASE LISTEN TO IT AND ENJOY IT AND DON’T HATE ME. (Also, thank you surephanwinner for pointing out that these use the same chords or I wouldn’t have thought to try this). It’s probably really loud (sorry) but I am allowed to be loud because I am free from exams. Praise Jesus.

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.. I may or may not have been spamming ‘Geronimo’ lately. So! Happy boys, water wars and being in love. ( ´ v `) <3

It feels good to draw the boys again. Although I am mostly just using them for practise to draw things that I’m not comfortable with. In this case, sideviews and arms. SO AWKWARD. I’m sorry, I kinda winged it lol. But that’s why you practise, right? To get better at things that bug you? YES! I’M DOING IT. *evil laughter*

Also kind of dedicating this to the feels I’ve been getting from a few fics lately, not to mention the sweet, kindhearted authors of said fics. Such as: Droplets, A Different Song and Nightglow.

All these writers know how to pull the heart strings, and all the JM boys in these AU’s deserve happies. ALL THE HAPPIES. EVERY SINGLE BIT OF THE HAPPIES. FOREVER. *buries all the sads*

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It’s reached the point in the night where I need to decide whether I’m gonna fall asleep, or watch the sunrise
We are both into letting this develop, but the thought of starting over always sounded so much better
But I won’t stop this, and you won’t stop this
It’ll probably go further than either of us wanted
And it all boils down to the fact that I don’t care to sacrifice a good time cause someone says I have to
Next thing that I know I am removing all my clothes and you are dancing around the room to some song on the radio
You say I deserve it, all that is coming, the good and the bad
I don’t regret it, how could I? You were the best I’ve ever had

Hey Taylor!

taylorswift Hey Taylor! I’m Sude. I want to tell you about myself and how much i love you. I am very bad at English, so i am sorry. I hope you will understand what i mean. I am only 13 but you changed so much thing in my life even in 1 years (i started to listening you when i was at 5th grade but become a Swiftie last year) I can’t even describe how much i love you with words that i know in English. When “We are never ever getting back together"s music video came out i was 11 and when i watched it i was like "She is awesome”. Then i started to listening your other songs. But i was not a Swiftie yet. Because i was just listening and watching some music videos. I was not learning about you and your life. You were just “A singer that i listen”. Then my friend tell me about “Shake it off"s music video. I watched it and i was like "OMG she is my new favorite singer”. But i was a little bit surprised. You were so different. I mean your hair, your music… It was just so different. You weren’t the girl i used to listen. Then i started to googling you. And every single information that i learn about you, made me love you more. I listened all the songs in the 1989. When i finished all the album i started to watch your old music videos an listen your old albums. Then “Blank Space"s music video came out. I loved it. I watched it for hours over and over again. We were keep talking about how much we love you and how awesome you are with my Swiftie friend Ilke. One day while we were talking about you in school, i realized something. I used to say "I listen TAYLOR SWIFT’s songs” but those days i was saying “TAYLOR is my everything”. Calling you Taylor Swift didn’t sound right. Cause you were the one who i love more than the people that i see everyday, i was feeling like you were so close to me. In that moment i understood that i am a Swiftie. Days were passing but my unconditional love for you was become stronger and bigger each passing day. And in those days i memorized almost all of your songs lyrics. One day, i was looking to your blog and saw a video. A girl was opening tge presents that you sent to her. And i said “OMG! She is soo lucky! If Taylor would send me presents and write a letter, i wouldn’t be alive.” I mean i don’t even see you or go to your concert so my reaction was quite normal. Then i heard that your next music video is Style. I waited forever for that. And the first time Ilke and i watched it, we were jumping, dancing, singing and the acts that i can’t describe. I watched it like a billion times. One day later i saw photos of you and a Swiftie that you invited to your home and have dinner and sing “Wildest dreams” and bake cookies. I envy her so much. Cause when i see that kind of things, i feel like i will never ever meet you. But you give me hope with your songs. Whatever, earlier i was listening your songs and watching Brit awards “Blank space” performance over and over again while i was doing homework. Doing homework was very boring until i started to listening you. But now, it’s like having a party myself. Whatever, while i was having a party in my head my mom came in and yelled “Are you still listening music? Don’t you get bored?” and i said “Mom, she is Taylor, i mean she is the most talented, awesome, beautiful, amazing person in the world. How can i get bored?” she looked at my face, rolled her eyes and left the room. I know talking too much. Anyway, the point is, i want you to know that you make me soo happy. I can not stop smiling when i’m thinking about you or listening you. Because of this i think you have to be the happiest one in world. And i think you deserve that. You know how your Swifties scream when you come to the stage and sing your songs. I think this is because of how much they love you and also how much you MAKE them happy. And the one who makes someone very happy, deserves happiness. So it explains why i want you to be happy. You deserve everything’s best. You are literally my everything. I love you so so so much. Thank you for making my LIFE. I’ll be so happy if you see this and answer. Even “i love you” will be enough. xxx