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An open letter to my husband

by reddit user VenomousHeroine

A friend of mine recently bought a second hand laptop from a busy garage sale, the seller said that the thing won’t turn on. Being the nerd that he is, my friend got it working and found a strange letter saved on it. He mailed it to me after I asked him if I could share it here. So here goes:

“Dear Matthew,

I’m writing to you to tell you that I know everything that you do not want me to know. I know you must dread hearing this- especially coming from me, but I really need you to listen to what I have to say.

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I’m a little tired, I’ll just rest my head on those shoulders, and I must tell you, that i write with a cold heart that just wants to feel warm.

I have dreams and goals that seem unrealistic but what have i got to lose by dreaming about a day when the moon follows me home.
I’ll move out of this city where people do the same crap every single day and pretend that it’s okay, that this is it. We’ll work until we’re grey, get that money and go on vacations while we’re fragile and all I’m doing is watching this cycle repeating from the sidelines, I’m never really involved even though the world revolves; I’m just here standing still.

There’s got to be more to life, you mentioned that a few times and we might get to make more memories who knows but in this memory, we’re young forever. In this memory, I write down every little detail because I don’t care. In this memory, I dance with you until the moon finally explains itself to us in entirety. I’m full because of you, I’m empty because of you. In this memory, the metaphors never run out and the poetry isn’t just about love, it’s not about sadness anymore, it’s about clawing my way out of my thoughts and back into a moment where I’m whole.

I am the wildfire, and I’ll spread in many directions. I just hope that we never burn down together and if we do, that wouldn’t be so bad, right?

—  vivian

You know I’m still pretty blown away by how smoothly Svtfoe has transitioned its overall mood. Most shows will have a pretty significant alteration between the themes of the first episode and those of a season or two into the series, but this one is really going whole-hog.

To put it this way…

Ludo in the beginning of the series was a comic-relief villain. He was incompetent, whiny, the butt of jokes, and overall not a threat in the least. Now, come season two, we see that he is the result of severe childhood neglect and that the exposure to his wand has brought on a drastic collapse in his mental health. With the introduction of his family, and especially his little brother, he becomes a well-rounded character that I wouldn’t say is relatable, but at least one we can feel for. 

Star was a character I was worried would always be over-eccentric and enthusiastic, though the quiet moment between her and Marco in episode one definitely gave me hope. Much like Ludo, she started off as a very flat character with an exaggerated image, and has since evolved into someone multi-faceted and sympathetic. Her flaws are realistic, and that is something I greatly appreciate.

And Moon was introduced as the typical straight-laced, no-nonsense queen that I figured would play as an antagonist for the entirety of the series, but instead we get someone who struggles with the burden of her duties and preparing her daughter for the same job. When she put on her armor and let down her hair, I was awestruck as I remembered my first impression of her.

Overall I’m just really impressed with this show, considering that when I first started watching I thought I would most likely lose interest. Instead I got characters I can be invested in and a plot well worth following. Svtfoe really pulled a fast one on me in the sense that the only character I liked at all in the beginning was Marco, and now I’ve come to adore the majority of the cast.

Don’t Look Behind You

Prompt: Stiles saw you the first time when he was void and became insatiable of you. Even when Stiles was free from him, he still found himself pining over you and wanting you to be his.

Prompt belongs to the greatest @sincerelystiles (Link to the prompt)

Word Count: 5209

Pairing: Stiles x Reader, Void!Stiles x Reader

Warning: Contains mention of voyeurism, obsession, slight mention of touching abuse

A/N: First of all I need to thank @sincerelystiles for thinking of such an amazing prompt and giving me the courage I needed to write this to her! I really enjoyed writing this!  And second of all, a really big thank you to @maddie110201 who proofread and kindly correct some (too many) mistakes! Without you I don’t think I would have had the strength to post this!

Originally posted by allmyworry

The first time my gaze fell on him, I didn’t know if I was afraid or if I was only incredibly and uncontrollably attracted to him, his messy hair, his skin so pale and his eyes dark but burning with hunger. I didn’t know if I wanted to jump in his arms or run away, his eyes burning with desire or was it for murder? But I hadn’t had time to think because he had come to me. His gaze continued to burn me as soon as he landed his eyes on me, a mischievous smile stretching his appetizing lips. My breath was stuck in my throat.

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I Refuse

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words: 808

-Bucky’s overprotective. The reader is stubborn. But they’re so in love-

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

           You couldn’t do anything except scream as you went flying through the air toward the window. You knew you were going to go through and die. That’s how this worked. You didn’t want to die, but at this point, you couldn’t stop it.

           But then you stopped moving and the glass never came. You opened your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend, “Bucky …” you sighed.

           His face was full of anger and concern, “What are you even doing here?” he practically growled.

           “Wanted to help,” you said.

           “I told you to stay home and away from here. It’s too dangerous,” he said, “You could have died.”

           “I refuse to sit missions out,” you said bitterly.

           “Guys, can you take care of your relationship issues some other time?” Steve called out, “I need a little help here.”

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“Be Sure to Like and Subscribe”

(( AU where the characters aren’t all spread across the world… :’ ( lol ))

“I can’t believe he has this much free time,” Yuri snorted.

“I think it’s cute that he puts so much effort into it,” Phichit said. “But he got kind of embarrassed when he realized we all followed his ‘secret’ accounts.”

The two skaters were huddled over their phones at the side of the rink, sharing a pair of earbuds.

Victor had to know what was interesting enough to get Yurio to lower his defenses long enough to talk to one of the foreign skaters.

“What are you watching~?”

He leaned in over Yuri’s shoulder.

“Fuck! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” the teen clutched at his chest angrily. Victor was like a ghost on the ice sometimes.

“A game?” Victor guessed, cheerfully ignoring Yuri’s complaining.

Phichit’s phone was flashing with images from some kind of alien fantasy world. Monsters were spewing out of caves in a bio-luminescent landscape, confronting a flurry of blue laser bolts coming from the character behind the camera.

“Wow, what is this? It looks fun,” Victor said, leaning in closer for a better look as Yuri practically did a backbend to get as far away from him as possible.

“What, you don’t follow his videos?” Yuri retorted.

“Whose videos?” Victor asked, blinking.

Phichit’s eyes slowwwly widened as realization dawned on him. He and Yuri exchanged dangerous grins.

“Oh my god,” Yuri was absolutely smug.

“It’s just this really popular gamer,” Phichit explained, easily recovering. Meanwhile Yuri looked like he was going to lose his shit any second. “We’ve all been following him for a while now. Me, Guang Hong, Leo, Emil, Mila, Sara… I just showed Yuri here last week!”

“I started following him as a joke, but… it’s actually kind of fun to watch,” Yuri admitted.

“I want to watch, too!” Victor decided.

“Oh, are you into this kind of thing?” Phichit asked too sweetly. “I would have told you about it sooner.”

“It’s ‘cuz you give off that uppity vibe,” Yuri said.

Victor’s shoulders stiffened a little.

Did everyone still think that?

“I want to watch it!” he insisted. “What is it called?”

Phichit scribbled something on a pink post-it note shaped like a hamster’s head and slid it over to Victor with a devilish smile.

“Let us know what you think!” he said.


Yuuri had a one-on-one training session with Yakov that evening, so Victor settled into the couch with his laptop balanced on his legs and Makkachin squeezed in around his feet. That dog was getting so fat. Victor always felt a bit guilty whenever training took him away from Makkachin. He devoted so much time to the ice, it was easy to get distracted from his other responsibilities. He ruffled Makkachin’s curly forehead.

“Tomorrow we’ll go to the park,” he promised.

Victor pulled out the pink sticky note and found some of the gamer’s old videos on a streaming site. Some of the videos were 6 hours long!

“Well, I’ll just watch for a bit,” Victor hummed to himself as he clicked on the flashiest thumbnail, which read:


Two hours later, he was gripping a pillow to his chest, talking enthusiastically to the screen as if he was giving the player direction from a command center.

“How can you make the jump from there- that’s not possible- y- Wow! He did it!!”

Makkachin’s ears perked up as Victor jumped in his seat.

“Ah, sorry- it’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed, patting the dog on the back. “I became too invested,” he laughed quietly.

“Oh! It’s almost time for Yuuri to get home~!”

Victor clicked out of the video and saw that the main page was advertising a streaming event coming up that weekend.

“Hmm. I bet they’ll all be talking about it at practice… I shouldn’t miss it,” he told himself, nodding gravely as he subscribed to the gamer’s channel. Just as he closed the laptop, he heard the keys in the front door.



The weekend came quickly- the days leading up to it were mostly filled with training, but Victor did manage to sneak in a few drinks with Chris at a local bar, and he and Yuuri spent an entire evening at the dog park with Makkachin. The life of a professional athlete was hard. Victor was glad that he was able to work and play with fiancé every week. But of course, they needed their time apart, too. Tonight Victor had finally released Yuuri from a long, tight hug at the door-

“Victor, I’ll be late,” Yuuri had laughed after a few minutes had passed, but he was still squeezing back just as hard.

-so that Yuuri could go out with friends.

Victor was curious to meet these mystery friends, whom Yuuri had yet to bring over to the apartment, but he hadn’t pressed the issue. It would happen when Yuuri was ready. Besides, Victor trusted him completely.

With the place to himself, Victor had time to enjoy the quiet. It was so different being alone when the feeling was only temporary. And nowadays, those moments were few and far between.

Victor stretched out on the bed and Makkachin flopped down next to him, breathing softly. Victor was about to close his eyes when he heard his laptop ping!

“Ah, I almost forgot about the stream,” he said, arranging the pillows behind him and putting in some headphones so that the noise from the game wouldn’t disturb Makkachin.

A countdown began and the stream started. Hardcore gamers were sharing their commentary on the gameplay in live time. Some trolls were, too. There were apparently a few diehard fans watching as well. Messages like ‘marry me!’ and ‘you’re literally the best. I’ve been following you from the beginning!’ and ‘your tips have helped me so much!’ kept popping up on Victor’s screen.

Victor thought it was strange that the player had accumulated such a large following even though he never showed his face. He didn’t seem to be the only one who thought so- the chat box in the corner was full of people asking ‘when can we hear your voice?’ ‘how come you never show your face??’ He had to admit, he was curious, too. But that sort of thing didn’t really matter when it came to the game, and Victor found it interesting enough on its own. It was like watching a movie, but more intense.

The screen went red as the player’s character was beheaded unexpectedly, after he had progressed to the stage of the final boss in a single go. Victor let out a gentle, disappointed gasp. Some of the viewers in the chat turned nasty, pointing out all of the things the player had done wrong and using some …strong language. Victor’s brow screwed up and he pushed up his sleeves with a huff, taking to the chat himself.

“Don’t listen to them!” he typed. “That was really impressive. Don’t give up! I want to see more!”

The player’s character was frozen on the screen. …Had he left?

“Please keep playing. I’m your newest fan!” Victor added enthusiastically.


“Ohh no.” Yuuri was resting a hand on his flushed forehead, hiding his face. He pushed his massive headphones back around his neck and turning around in his chair to look suspiciously at Phichit, who was sitting on the floor in the corner, snapchatting memes back and forth with Leo. “Did you-” Yuuri’s voice cracked with embarrassment, “Tell. Him?”

“Hm?” Phichit looked up with big, innocent eyes.

Yuuri jabbed a finger at the computer screen where the username nikiforov-v was spamming the chat box with heart emojis.

Phichit shrugged unrepentantly.

“You thought I was going to let you use my room as a gaming office and not have any fun with this?”


“Okay, I didn’t tell him it was you. But he saw me talking to Yuri about one of your videos and he wanted to know what it was-”

“Yuri watches my videos?”

“And he’s bound to find out eventually, anyways~”

“Oh my god this is so embarrassing…”

“Why? I think it’s kind of exciting! I wonder how long it will take him to figure out that it’s you he’s watching.”

Yuuri grumbled something indecipherable and put his headphones back on, continuing the game from where he had respawned.

He didn’t miss the new flood of hearts popping up in the corner of his eye. His heart warmed a little.

Oh, but he was definitely going to get Phichit back for this.

Justice for Eva

I get that Julie created SKAM for Noorhelm and she didn’t want to start with them right away so she made Eva’s season first. But damn, Eva faded into irrelevance after first season. She’s just seen as the friend that hooks up with p.Chris and parties and is drunk all the time. I hate that so much. I love Eva. I discovered SKAM because of third season but I’m one of those people that has to watch a series from the beginning. Before I even touched third season, I watched S1 and S2. And let me tell you, Eva’s season means everything to me and to this day I can’t decide if I like S3 more or less. I identified with how she felt so much even though I’ve never been in her exact situation. I understood her pain of losing her sense of self and struggling to make friends. I love all the SKAM kids (even Isak whom I hated in first season lol) but Eva’s my favorite (followed closely by Sana). Eva’s season is something that I think a lot of girls (and guys) can identify with and it just makes me so fucking sad that we just lost Eva after S1. I wish we saw more of Eva.

im so not ready for this clace shit to start up again like jace is so much more himself when he’s not around clary like my son is so soft and all he wants is to be around his siblings, he’s just more likeable without her around like this may be an unpopular (but not so unpopular?) opinion but he’s better off without clary, I just want him to move on and be happy

Kept going ‘til I saw your heart bleeding // Conor Maynard Imagine

Summary: You want to help Conor, but he gets angry and says the wrong things.

A/n: Based on the lines “I kept going ‘till I saw your heart bleeding. Ruining the only thing I ever believed” from Conors song “This is my version”. It’s not very original, I know. Tbh, it turned out completely different than what I was aiming for. Apparently, I’m no good at writing arguments. But I hope you like it! Xoxo


Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“He’s going bad again”, Jacks text read. Conor was your boyfriend for 7 months already. What not many people knew, was that he was struggling with a depression.

Conor put so much pressure on himself, that he eventually broke. He could only see the bad things. But then you came along and his life got purpose again. he smiled more, he ate more, his songwriting got better, …

But he still had some fallbacks. And today was one of those days.

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping as you walked in your apartment. You saw both the Maynards lying on the sofa playing Fifa. “Hey boys”, you called.

Jack turned around and waved as opposed to Conor who just grunted. “Jack, you staying over for dinner?”. “Nah, I think I’m going out with Josh”, he replied. “Speaking of Josh, I’m supposed to go get him from the train station. So I got to go. See ya!”, he said whilst taking his stuff and walking out.

You took a seat next to your boyfriend. He didn’t move or speak so you asked:” How was it in the studio babe?”. “Amazing. I don’t think I’ve written 10 words today”, he sighed. “Ah babe, that’s alright. everyone has a bad day sometimes. Just remember that something is always better than nothing”.

“Are you kidding me?!”, Conor yelled. “You honestly have no right of speaking. You don’t know what I’m going through. You don’t understand it so could you just shut up”. You were shocked. He never yelled at you. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to help, to make you feel better”.

“Y/N! Shut up! I don’t want to hear you. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even want to see you and I sure as hell don’t want your help!”, he yelled whilst standing up. “Conor you’re just having a bad day. You don’t need to work it out on me”.

“Are you really that stupid?! I just told you I don’t want you. Just leave already!”.

“Fine. If you want to act like this, fine. I’ve done nothing but help you. But I’m done with being treated like this. You’re depressed and I don’t know what you’re feeling or what’s going on in your mind, but I’ve tried. I’ve tried to help you. I’ve done everything I can, but if you don’t want help, that’s on you. I’m done. If you ever get your shit back together again, you can call me. Otherwise I’ll just live my life without you”. By the end tears were streaming down your face.

You watched Conors face closely, but all you could see was confusion. “Y/N, what do you want from me?”, your boyfriend asked. “I… Uhm I don’t know Conor. I just know that it would be nice to get some respect sometimes. I’ve given up everything for you, you know”.

“Well I never asked you to do that. I never asked any of this. All I wanted was a good night. You were the one who wanted more. If it was up to me we wouldn’t be together right now. If it was up to me I’d still be with Victoria”.

And that’s where your heart broke. You felt your whole body go numb. The only thing you could do was run out.

Everything was a lie. Your whole relationship was fake. You didn’t know where to go, so you just kept walking. Eventually, you found yourself in front of Jacks door. He wasn’t home of course, but you had nowhere else to go so you just sat down and waited.

I must’ve fallen asleep because next thing I knew, Jack was carrying me inside. “Y/N, what’s going on?”, the younger Maynard asked. And you explained everything that had happened.

During your explanation, you started crying again and Jack wept your tears. “Oh babe. He doesn’t mean it. He’s just broken, you know. He wants to do everything for everyone, he wants to make everyone happen, but that’s impossible. Right now, what he needs is for you to be by his side and support him”.

“I’m sorry Jack, but I can’t just do that. Not after what he said. He might be broken, but that doesn’t give him the right to break me too”, you cried.

“Alright Y/N, let’s make a deal. I know you’re stubborn and so is he, so if I make you talk tomorrow, you’ll just hurt each other more. So you can sleep here for the next week if you go talk to him on Friday, okay?”. You sighed. Talking to Conor was pretty much the last thing that was on your mind. “Okay, okay deal”.

Later that night you got a text. “I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just having a hard time at the studio and then I saw her and I got reminded of all the pain and I just lost it. I love you Y/N. Please talk to me. I can’t lose you. You are my everything”.

The following days were a nightmare. You didn’t have the energy to do anything. All you did was sleep, think and watch Conors youtube videos. Jack felt horrible too. He had to see two of the most important people in his life break down. Because that was what was happening.

Until Friday came along.

You had just woken up and went downstairs to get breakfast. And that’s when you saw him. Conor.

You stopped dead in your tracks. He stood up as soon as he saw you. “Now that you’re both here, TALK. I can’t stand you two arguing so just I don’t know make up and make out or something”, Jack exclaimed.

“Y/N”, Conor stepped forward,” I don’t really know what to say. Nothing can really make up for what I did”. “Well at least you know that”, you kind of laughed. He looked up confused. “Why are you laughing? You’re supposed to be hating me”.

“Oh believe me, I did. But I also realized that I love you. I love you too much to let a stupid argument ruin that”. “But I was an absolute bumhole. How can you forgive me so fast?”. “You complaining?”. Conor laughed. “No, not at all. I just don’t really get it.”.

“Listen, Conor, I overreacted. I should have left you alone when you asked me to. You didn’t have to be the bumhole that you were, but I understand. You went through a very rough time after her and I respect that. But you need to learn to talk to me. You can’t just keep shutting me out. That’s not how a relationship works”.

“I know, love. I know. And I’m trying but sometimes it’s just easier to not care about anything and to go back to the dark side. But I promise you that I will try harder. I will do anything for you. Because you do mean the world to me”.

When he said those words, you closed the space between you. Your lips found each other and things were getting more and more heated. That was until Jack decided to walk back in.

“Wow, wow, wow you guys. I know I said make up and make out but I didn’t mean like literally making out on my sofa. That’s just gross. But I am happy that you’re back together”.

And so were you, because you couldn’t even imagine life without the love of your life.

I’m a little tired, I’ll just rest my head on those shoulders, and I must tell you, that i write with a cold heart that just wants to feel warm.
I have dreams and goals that seem unrealistic but what have i got to lose by dreaming about a day when the moon follows me home.
I’ll move out of this city where people do the same crap every single day and pretend that it’s okay, that this is it. We’ll work until we’re grey, get that money and go on vacations while we’re fragile and all I’m doing is watching this cycle repeating from the sidelines, I’m never really involved even though the world revolves; I’m just here standing still.
There’s got to be more to life, you mentioned that a few times and we might get to make more memories who knows but in this memory, we’re young forever. In this memory, I write down every little detail because I don’t care. In this memory, I dance with you until the moon finally explains itself to us in entirety. I’m full because of you, I’m empty because of you. In this memory, the metaphors never run out and the poetry isn’t just about love, it’s not about sadness anymore, it’s about clawing my way out of my thoughts and back into a moment where I’m whole.
I am the wildfire, and I’ll spread in many directions. I just hope that we never burn down together and if we do, that wouldn’t be so bad, right?


is it in poor taste to still use jontron reaction gifs even though he’s now completely outed himself as ignorant scum?

because damn if those gifs don’t still get a chuckle out of me, and i stg it’s the worst feeling to still like a good amount of someone’s content (not all, of course) while being perfectly willing to push them into an open manhole after braining them with a vodka bottle.

let me love you

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Ryder Lynn x reader

song imagine but not with the annoying lyrics…

I walk the halls with Marley and Jake, heading for glee club. They’re holding hands and every now and then his thumb rubs over her knuckles to assure her he’s still holding hers. I sigh as I see how in love they are. I’ve never dated anyone which also means I haven’t even kissed a boy. Marley notices my mood drop and as my best friend she knows exactly what’s wrong, as always.

“you’ll meet the right boy in time, maybe sooner thank you think…” she winks and giggles walking into glee club, Jake trails behind her after giving me a smirk. I follow them with my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I sit down and prepare myself for today’s assignment. Finn comes in not long after and heads for the whiteboard, he writes something then turns to us. He moves out of our way so we can see what he has written- in blood red ink is spelt ‘LOVE’. I shrink in my chair knowing all the couples are going to go to town with their ballads and I’ll sit and watch, alone, because I’m single. I lose interest for a few seconds as everyone mutters about their ideas of songs to sing, I pick at my nails tuning everyone out until I hear Ryder trying to get everyone’s attention. When he finally has he stands in front of us. I sit up straight again.

“uh, I’ve liked someone for a while now and I thought If I can’t say it I can sing it. I asked Finn for this weeks assignment.” he says nervously, pulling out a chair and sitting backwards on it. It’s almost directly in front of me and my heart jumps at the possibility. He starts singing and I instantly recognise it as Ne-Yo’s let me love you, one of my favourite songs of his. Throughout the song he stares at me, I blush and I even start to well up but don’t let the tears pass. When he’s finished he’s breathing starts to get heavy as he takes my hand in his. 

“y/n will you go out with me?” he asks nervously. I nod and smile. The glee club cheer and we get dismissed by Finn. As everyone’s filing out I take the time to speak to Ryder as he slowly packs his bag. 

“how long have you liked me?” I ask curiously. He blushes. 
“uh” he laughs nervously. “since I met you” he blushes even more. I blush too. “so that date?…” he trails off while staring at the floor. 
“tonight? or is that too eager?” I mumble fumbling with the strap on my bag. He smiles proudly.
“very eager” he smirks. “but tonight is great, Breadstix at 7?” he suggests. I nod and lean up to peck his cheek then leave. Outside Marley is standing with a grin on her face. She links her arm with mine and her smile widens. 

“I told you so” I give her a deadpanned look and she laughs. “now come on we have to get you ready for your first date” she squeals. I shush her. “what?” she asks. 
“I don’t want anyone to hear that I haven’t been on a date yet, especially Ryder” I mutter. 
“wait do you like Ryder too?” she yells. I shush her again and see Ryder and Jake standing off to the side, Jake grinning and Ryder blushing. We make eye contact and he smiles at me while mouthing ‘see you tonight’ I nod back and turn to leave with Marley in tow. 

We get to my house and start getting ready. She helps me with my hair, makeup and outfit choice. Everything has to be perfect. The doorbell rings at exactly 7 and I go to open it. I had decided to wear flats so I don’t accidentally fall over in my heels and make a fool of myself, I had put on a dress that is dressy up or casual. My hair is curled and I have a light smokey eye, but decided to not wear any lipstick. When I open the door I see the most amazing sight. Ryder stands there nervously playing with the button on his suit jacket. He holds a single rose and it takes me a moment to catch my breath before I finally mumble out a ‘hi’. His head snaps up to mine and he stops in his tracks looking me up and down. I shuffle nervously under his gaze. 

“what?” I say self consciously. 
“nothing, you’re just beautiful” he smiles. I smile back at him while grabbing my jacket and coat then stepping out onto my porch. He takes my hand leading me to his car. We drive to Breadstix making small talk. A song I love comes on the radio and I immediately reach for the dial to turn it up, apparently Ryder likes this song too and was also going to turn it up. I pull my hand away and blush, he laughs and turns the song up. I can’t help myself and  start to sing. He looks at me with a smile. We both end up belting the tune out together, Ryder all the while trying to drive safely. 

We make it to Breadstix and we exit the car. Ryder runs around to my side of the car and takes my hand. We walk into the restaurant and get seated. Throughout the dinner we eat- obviously and talk about everything. I feel that when we leave I know everything about him. He pays for the check much to my protest to split it and walks me back to his car. We get in and I turn to him. 

“can you not take me home just yet?” I whisper to him. He smiles and nods.
“where would you like to go?” He says. I think for a moment. 
“Let’s go the beach” I say. He thinks about it for a moment first then nods enthusiastically. We drive to the beach and I leave my shoes in the car when we step out. 
“you coming?” I say to him eager to feel the sand beneath my feet. 
“I’ll be there in a second” he smiles. I nod and go to find a good spot. I find one and stare out onto the sea, the moon peeking behind it. A strong arm wraps around my waist and I look up to find Ryder grinning holding a few blankets. He sets one down on the sand to lie on and we do, with the other he places over us. We sit for a while and continue to talk until I start to get tired and lay down. He lays beside me, our bodies facing and our noses nearly touching. 

“I’m really glad you asked me out, I never thought it would happen” I say with a breath of a giggle. He grins widely. 
“does that mean you have a crush on me too?” he raises his eyebrows. I whack his arm. 
“of course I do, I mean your amazing and uh-” I’m cut off by Ryder’s warm lips despite the coldness from the wind. It starts off slow but then it get’s really passionate. I pull apart biting my lip and blushing. 

“That was amazing” I whisper. He nods back while biting his lip. 
“that was the best kiss I ever had” He laughs. I look away from his eyes embarrassed. 
“that was my only kiss” I mumble but he hears it because he reaches for my hand. 
“really? I’m sorry, I didn’t know I just assumed your so beautiful I thought for sure you’d have had a boyfriend before” I cut him off this time with my own lips. He grins into the kiss and caresses my hip pulling our bodies flush against each other. I gasp at his sudden confidence and he pulls away with a smirk. Somehow we end up falling asleep. 

The next morning we wake up to the blinding sun. I’m spread across Ryder’s chest and his lips are pressed against my forehead while he grips my waist tightly but not so tight as to hurt me. I put my hand over his and trace his knuckles. He smiles tiredly and reaches for his phone. He looks at the clock and sits up quickly pulling me with him. He rushes to stand up and grabs my hand to pull me up to. 

“we have 15 minutes to get to school” he panics. I nod and we rush to his car. 
“wait we don’t have clothes, I can’t go to school like this!” I rush out. He thinks for a moment and jumps out of the car running to open the boot. He comes back with a bag. 

“I was supposed to stay at Jake’s the other night but he had to help Marley with something. It has a pair of sweatpants in there and a t shirt. I think there’s a jacket in the too.” he says handing me it and pointing to the back seat. I look at him sceptically then dive into the back considering the time. “I won’t look” he smirks. I nod sarcastically and flip him the bird. He drives off to school. 
“what about you, you can’t go to school in a suit…”I mutter pulling his jacket over myself. I admire myself in it for a second before looking up to him, he’s looking in the mirror at me in an indescribable way. I smile slightly. 
“There’s a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in there too, I’ll change quickly when we get to school. I nod then realise he’s driving. 
“okay” I say climbing back into the front seat. I check my makeup in the mirror and I’m thrilled to see it hasn’t smudged at all then I pull on my converse. When I’m done he grabs my hand. 

“this isn’t the exact circumstance but would you be my girlfriend?” he asks nervously, I squeeze his hand. 
“obviously” I grin and peck his cheek. He smiles and pulls into the parking lot, I step out leaving him in the car to change. I get a few weird looks as people walk past but I just smile at them awkwardly. A few seconds later Ryder steps out dressed in normal clothes. He instantly stops and looks me up and down.

“what?” I mutter. 
“You look so cute in my clothes” he whispers pulling my face up to his, he pecks my lips then we walk into school, straight to glee club. We walk in holding hands and the chatter of the room stops. We ignore them and sit in the back. The chatter starts again slowly until Kitty speaks up. 

“Are we all just going to ignore that y/n has arm candy?” She yells over everyone. Everything goes silent and  I slouch down in my seat. Ryder smiles really big. 

“were dating” he announces. 
“no shit sherlock” Jake laughs. I blush as Ryder grips onto my hand. 
“is nobody going to mention the fact that shes dressed head to toe in his clothes too?” Tina blurts out. I blush even harder and before we have time to reply Finn interrupts. 
“come on guys, we have regionals to prepare for, leave them alone” he says and gives me a wink afterwards, I smile gratefully. 

After glee club I leave the room as quickly as possible, I make it to my locker when I’m cornered by Marley, Unique, Kitty and Tina. They look at me expectantly and I groan. 
“We went to breadstix then we went to the beach afterwards, we accidentally fell asleep and we didn’t have time to go home so he had some clothes in his car, the shoes are mine but the shirt, sweatpants and jacket are his” I flush crimson as they ‘aww’ and hit my arm.  I see Ryder walk past with Jake, Blaine and Sam. He winks at me and I look away smiling. The girls see this and freak out even more. I sigh but continue smiling. 

“come on, let’s go to class” I say giggling.


(request: hello, can you please make an imagine where the reader is very close to the group, they all have been together since the start, but then reader’s sister or brother (doesn’t matter) dies, so she goes nuts & kill literally everything that moves & the group tries to help her, but then they kinda kick her out? (can you also add a slight of Daryl and the reader, please :))

Note: Enjoy!

Warning: angst, death, blood

Originally posted by sail-not-drift

You stood with your back against the wall. You turned your head around the corner of the mall and you saw only a handful of walkers. You nodded your head to your brother Sam. He raised his knife and ran around the corner, taking out the first walkers stealthily. You saw Daryl hiding behind the bushes, his crossbow raised and ready to shoot at anyone who tried to go for your brother. You scanned your surroundings, looking out for anything unusual. Your eyes returned to your brother as he was drenching himself in walker blood and guts, making himself invisible from the other walkers. He looked behind and gave Daryl a quick nod before going inside the mall.

You had finally found somewhere safe to live after months of being on the road. Alexandria was a safe community and they had lots of resources, except one thing: batteries to get the electricity generator working. Before all this your brother Sam was an engineer, he knew what to look for in the mall, you and Daryl where just look outs.

It had been around 10 minutes and Sam wasn’t out yet. He said it would only take a couple of minutes, you were starting to worry. You decided to wait a little longer for him but the plans changed when you heart a single gunshot echo through the store. Your feet instinctively started running forward, Daryl swearing under his breath as he came up behind you. Your eyes scanned all the different stores and your heart was pounding.

“Over here!” Daryl shouted as he spotted the hardware store. You followed him as he ran in, weapon raised. Your eyes searched the area and you stopped, raising your gun when you saw a man standing over your brother. The man looked up at you with tears in his eyes, he dropped his gun and lifted his hands in surrender.

“I- I’m sorry, I thought he was one of them!” he pleaded, his bottom lip quivering from fear.

You weren’t listening to anything he was saying. He continued to ramble on but your eyes drifted down to your brother on the floor, blood oozing from the bullet hole in his head. You felt your world come crashing down on you suddenly. Sam was the only blood you had left, and he lay dead in front of you.

“(Y/n)?” Daryl looked over to you, his bow still raised. He saw something click in you but he wasn’t able to stop you in time. You ran forward, pushing the man to the ground. You straddled him and started to punch his face in, shouting with every hit. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, blocking out the pain in your knuckles and the fact that you were beating a man close to death.

Daryl grabbed onto your arms, restricting you from punching the man’s face anymore. He dragged you off the man and tried to stand you up but your legs felt weak, there was no way they could hold you up. You collapsed back on Daryl’s chest, both of you sitting on the floor as the tears started to pour down your face. You stared at your brother’s dead body and cried out in pain, Daryl wrapped his arms around you, hugging you closer to him.

“Don’t look” he whispered, his voice low and filled with sorrow. He hated seeing you in pain, but this time it was different, you had never attacked a man like that out of pure rage. The only time you’d ever done that was to protect yourself, but this man was unarmed.

You squeezed your eyes shut but all you could see behind your lids was your brother. Memories of your past life flashed by in a second, and then it was gone. Darkness filled your sight and your mind went black.

“What happened?”

You slowly blinked your eyes open, your vision slightly blurry as you tried to make out the two men standing above you.

“I don’t know man. I think she just passed out from the trauma”

You jolted violently when you felt a hand on your head. Your hand grabbed whoever it was but your sight soon became clear and you saw it was Daryl. You slowly loosened your grip and you brought your hand back to you. You said nothing as you looked up to the ceiling, wondering what had happened.

You started to sit up from the mattress but Rick put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down. You lightly hit his hand away with yours, and looked at him in confusion.

“You need to rest, you’ve been through a lot” Rick said, his voice calm, as if not to frighten you.

“What are you talking about? Stop playing games Rick, I need to get on watch” you said, standing up but losing your balance a little.

Daryl quickly helped you stay still and you gave him a small smile before going outside, the two men following very close behind you. You turned around and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Would you get off my back?” you asked, wondering why they were watching over you.

“(Y/n)” Daryl started. “Do you know what happened yesterday?”

You sent him a questioning glance but answered the question anyway. “We went on a run, me you and Sam. We got the batteries and came back, that’s all” you said.

Daryl glanced at Rick who looked extremely concerned.

“(Y/n), Sam, he- he didn’t make it yesterday” Rick paused as he let the information all sink in. You were confused at first, your heart beating a little faster as you tried to wrap your head around his words.

“You beat a man to death, I mean look at your knuckles” Daryl piped up, lifting your bandaged hands for you to see. It was all coming back to you in a huge wave. Sam dying, the blood pouring from his head, the scared man and then your hands repeatedly connecting with his face over and over.

Everything was quiet, but when Daryl said your name you snapped. You swiftly took the knife from your holder and held it up to his neck. You stared in to his eyes, he didn’t look threatened but he looked sorry for you. He saw the broken look in your eye. People from Alexandria and your group had started to crowd around you. Daryl slowly raised his hand to yours, closing his fingers around the knife and slowly pushing it away from him. You let him, almost shocked with yourself for what you had done.

“No sudden movements” Rick said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. You were like dynamite, one wrong move and you’d explode. Rick had seen this happen to people before, which is why he knew what to do. Daryl knew as well, which is why he moved with extreme caution as he slowly tried to pry the knife from your hand. Your eyes were searching his, both of you holding eye contact, but you were the first to break away when you saw Spencer walking up behind the group.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked, walking closer.

“No!” Rick shouted as you grabbed the knife back from Daryl and lunged at spencer. You were convinced that he was going to attack you, just how your brother was. You wouldn’t let that happen again, not to you or anyone else. You had Spencer pinned to the floor, he was shouting for help and his voice was ringing in your ears, driving you to bring the blade down into his head. You continued to drive it down into him, grunting with every stab, his blood was splattering over your face.

Daryl had grabbed you back once again and you were struggling in his grip. You heard screams from the crowd but the others from your group stared at you in silence, wishing they could help you with your pain, but there was nothing they could do, you were dangerous. Rick pried the knife from your hands as Deanna came running to Spencer’s side. You saw her mourning her son and you couldn’t help but start crying as well. You were hurting, physically and mentally.

“Get her up” Rick said. Daryl helped you up but he kept your arms behind your back. You said nothing as you were being led to the front gates, the rest of the group following behind. You were standing outside now, Rick handed you a bag filled with supplies, and a gun with full ammo.

“I’m sorry, but you understand why we have to do this”

You looked up to Rick and the rest of the group who had tears in their eyes. Your eyes landed on Daryl and he looked distraught, his eyes wet from tears, but none of them falling down his face.

“I’ll see you all on the other side” you said, tears dropping from your eyes. You gave them one last smile before walking away. You didn’t know how you felt. Right now, you were numb, angry and broken. You weren’t happy or sad about leaving, you knew it was for the best but you would miss them. Maybe your paths would cross again, or maybe you’d pull the trigger and end your life.


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Clint Barton x Reader // The start of something new.

Requested by: @prettyxlittlexwriter:: Clint is assigned to protect the reader and they fall for each other.

“For the hundredth time, Barton, I don’t need a guardian!” you whined, storming out of your bedroom and into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

Clint Barton had been assigned as your guardian because you were 1) related to the Maximoff twins and 2) begining to show some superpowers of your own.
Just because you could control fire didn’t mean you needed​ to be kept a watch on all the time! Okay, maybe sometimes it got out of control, you were still learning, but it didn’t mean the guy had to follow you to a party too.

“Y/N, I promise I won’t interrupt your fun. Let me just watch. I am only doing my duty,” Clint requested, sliding in next to you.

It didn’t help that he was so attractive and adorable at the same time. Blonde, ripped and oh the way he gripped his bow.. you shook your head. You were totally losing it. But then couldn’t be the only one to notice the sexual tension everytime you both were in the same room.

You shrugged an ‘okay’ and returned​ to your bedroom to get dressed.

A few minutes later, you stepped out of your room, dressed in a short black dress and flats. Shrugging on your coat and checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you trudged into the hall.

“Wow.” Clint breathed, looking you up and down and then said, clearing is throat,“I mean you look beautiful. Ready to go?”

He didn’t wait for your answer and went out the door. Trying to ignore what he’d just said, you followed him outside.


You were having the time of your life. You were dancing and swaying to the rhythm of the music with David, a wonderful guy you had just met at the party. It bothered you for sometime that he seemed to look familiar but then the party hit a new high and you forgot everything.

“You look great,” David said, settling his hands around your waist and pulling you closer.
You blushed remembering what Clint had said a while ago.


Clint was nearby, helping himself with drinks but looking after you at the same time.

You put your arms around David, and he tightened his grip around your waist, leaning in closer. Your eyes fluttered shut and you suddenly realized why David seemed so familiar.

He looked a lot like Clint.

Once you realised that you backed away, not able to think about anything but the man assigned to protect you. Were you..were you falling for him?

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” David probed, concern lacing his voice.

Suddenly you didn’t feel like partying so much.
“I don’t feel too well..” you muttered, looking around for Clint and found him at the bar, gazing at you intently…well because that was his job.

Little did you know that that wasn’t the reason he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You marched to him, forgetting about David and told him that you wanted to leave.

He took one last swig of his drink and without saying a word, made for the exit.
You followed him, trying to catch up with the avenger.

You unlocked the door to your house and trudged in, plopping onto the couch. Your legs hurt from all the dancing.

Clint hadn’t said a thing to you during the entire trip home and it bothered you a lot. Clint rarely got mad.

He entered the house and made straight for the kitchen. You heard the door to the refrigerator open and close.

Clint walked into the room again, a bottle of water in his hand and plopped onto the armchair even though there was plenty of room next to you on the couch. You pouted at him.

He either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it. He flicked on the television and put his arms behind his head, ignoring you entirely.

You couldn’t help but gaze at the bulge of his biceps.
“Why are you mad?” you asked lying down on the couch to face him.

“I’m not,” he muttered without looking at you.

“Clearly,” you mumbled.

You stood up to get changed. As you were leaving the room, Clint called after you, “Are you going to see him again?”

You stopped in your tracks and looked back at him. He still wasn’t looking at you.

“Maybe. David seems like a good guy,” you answered, watching your protector.

“Good guy huh? Cool,” Clint muttered and shut the TV. He walked past you, stopping to look at you. It seemed as if he wanted to say something but then thought better of it and walked on.

What puzzled you more, however, was the look of hurt you’d seen fleetingly in his beautiful brown eyes.

Was he.. jealous? Or did your mind just want to believe what you so badly wanted?

Decoded (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 3~

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss


“Of course, you’re still the team captain,” I assured my best friend of 9 years as we made our way out into the field. “You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?”

“Yeah, but he—he never told me I was back on the team, he just told me to show up to try outs today,” Scott answered. I shook a hand and my head as I looked over to him.

“We’ve got bigger things to deal with anyway,” I brushed it off. “Did you tell Argent, yet?”

“Uh, I texted him, but he didn’t get back to me,” Scott answered, pursing his lips. I came to an instant halt as I turned to him, brows furrowing.

“You told him his sister, Kate, came back from the dead over a text?” I asked in disbelief.

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June 24, 2016

A/N: Happy birthday to me, enjoy this au :) ~ Ana

AU: Soulmate AU – Soulmates can feel each other’s heartbeats.

Yesterday | Tomorrow


I first felt it when I fell completely. 68 beats per minute, present and forever beating. When I would touch my wrist I could feel the blood pumping there, but I had only assumed it was a human trait, a normal heartbeat. It was only after Dean had slammed on the breaks of the Impala after he had found me at the Gas n’ Sip that I realized it.

He had turned to me ashen. I felt the beat quicken to well over 90. He had said that he felt it, a heartbeat that was not his own. He thought it had never worked for him because, “God didn’t think I deserved a soulmate or something man, b-b-but I feel it now! The hell?”

Of course I had known of the bond my entire life; it was an angel’s task to monitor it after all, but it only occurred to me that Dean did not have one until we saw one another after I became human that perhaps my Father had a different idea in mind for the Righteous Man.

I should have told him then, but I did not out of fear. Dean would not be pleased in the slightest, regardless of bonds. Upon the inward realization Dean had gasped while he felt his wrist, his smile taking years off of his face. Dean had all but exclaimed that his soulmate must be having intercourse with how fast the heartbeat felt; my heartbeat. He was right that it was fast indeed, but not for the right reason. I did not tell him.

I would test it often towards the beginning. It would be over 130 during a hunt, 160 if he was injured. I would feel it jump whenever he sneezed, lull to nearly 50 beats when he would take the time to sleep 45 if it was peaceful, jolt quickly up twenty beats if he was surprised. They were all very pleasant studies, and oftentimes I was happy to know that I could feel his glee and his stammers, but that did not mean there were not bleak moments. The worse was when I would feel it after he had left Sam and me at the bar with someone else. He would come back after they realized their heartbeats were not aligned.

I did not tell him.

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