watch the one you love love someone else

Who did it first - Oliver

Requested @taliajromanoff

Who said ‘I love you’ first?
Him, since you were dating the arrow, you had to be careful. So, when you ended up in hospital after someone broke into your apartment, he was the first there. He was holding your hand waking for you to wake up, his heart wasn’t beating at a normal pace. When you opened your eyes he breathed it, ‘Thank god, I love you.’

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?
You, after Oliver’s birthday party, Felicity would have sent you thousands if photos of you two, since she was your number one fan. You fell in love with one instantly, Oliver was watching you but you were talking to someone else who you couldn’t see in the image.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?
You, it does his head in. when you do it, you often leave stupid questions, like ‘why can’t penguins fly.’ Or really cheesy, you’d be lying in bed and you’d hear a groan and then you’d know he had seen it.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?
Both, you would both but them, you’d get him toy figurines of himself. You also get him the fake arrow and bow set to which he would shot you with. When he got you cheesy gifts it was gifts that were full of puns and cheeky comments.

Who initiated the first kiss?
Him, you and him, had to attend a party, in order to keep track on the newest villain, when you and he left, to follow the villain, you were pushed into the wall gently and he gently stroked your cheeks, staring loving into your eyes. He leaned forward and captured your lips, you could still taste the drink.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?
You, you’d be lying with your head on his chest, you would smile, before starching slightly. You’d turn slightly and press a kiss to his chest, just under the tattoo, you then kiss every scar before he woke up.

Who starts tickle fights?
Him, he’d be helping you train, become stronger. When he placed his hands on your hips a giggle escaped your lips. You froze after that, when you felt more fingertips tracing the same spot you dropped down and turned around defending yourself, he’d just be smirking.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?
You, you knew he liked having some alone time but he had been really quiet lately so you opened the bathroom door and asked if it was okay for you to come in, he said yes. You stripped down and stepped in, his back, tense in front of you, you reached your hands up, running down the back and wrapped your arms around his waist.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?
You, if he wasn’t being the arrow, he was the mayor. So, when you walked into the office and sat next to him, he had to do a double take to see that it was actually you are sitting there, when he saw you had lunch he smiled and placed a kiss on your cheek.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?
You, you only knew him as the mayor, when he knocked on your door, you expected cameras and security everywhere but it was just him, which allowed you to relax slightly, you were still nervous, I mean who wouldn’t be if you were going on a date with Oliver.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?
Him, he’d be big mister tough guy, but honestly if it moved he’d jump. He pretends he was going to kill it, but he traps it then release it back into the garden.

Originally posted by olivergifs


I’m so proud of you! Although I’ve only been on the channel since 2015, I have gone back multiple times over these last two years and watched older videos, ones back in 2013 and I’ve seen your growth. Not only as a youtuber but as an individual. Your confidence, your creativity, your humor and personality. And yet. Rewatching these milestone vlogs and experiencing this growth with you has still only solidified the fact that you remain as humble and genuine as ever and continue to love what you do. It clearly shows. The joy in your eyes, the way you light up and have more energy and enthusiasm for this than anyone I else I know who does it.
And that to be honest is the thing that drew me in that fateful day I watched Muddy Heights and discovered your content. It wasn’t the game. Obviously that game was ridiculous and under normal circumstances it would’ve been overlooked by me. But that day I saw an indescribable joy and overall light in you. And I could tell that you loved playing it. It brought me so much joy in seeing you play it and that joy for the both of us still exists.
One thing I absolutely love to see is someone who is so driven and passionate in what they love. It’s so motivating and invigorating. I love hearing about it! It inspires me to do what I want and chase my passions too. :)
And I just can’t thank you enough for being that inspiration to me. I’ve become a more confident person, as a YouTube creator, an actress, a singer, a writer and an artist. I’ve become a happier person. I’ve found more joy in the last two years of watching your content and branching out into what I love than ever before and I have never been more excited for what the future holds!
Congratulations on 16 million community members! You deserve so much happiness and I can’t wait to meet you at PAX in September! I love ya man!
See ya soon!

One of the saddest things
in this strange world
is watching the person
you love crying
over someone else,
and all they wanted
you to do
is to just listen,
while they tell you
the reason why
their heart
is breaking.
—  ma.c.a // Rainy Nights and Lonely Days

“I don’t love you anymore,”

she insists as she

pours champagne down the bathtub,

stares for hours into the mirror

at her red-rimmed eyes,

deletes memory after memory

from her phone.

“I don’t love you anymore,”

she screams as she

lies awake throughout the night,

screams into the dark when there’s

no one at home,

drowns her sadness in bitter substances

that only warp her common sense.

“I don’t love you anymore,”

she whispers as she

watches you laugh with someone else,

forces herself to stop staring or else

she might break right there,

and watches you forget her completely.

Chris Cornell.

I’ve been trying to think of what to write for a solid hour now. I’ll start something, then backspace every word until it’s all gone, and I think that’s how my mind and heart feels right now.

This isn’t just a case of a musician I was a casual fan of dying too young. Soundgarden is a band that I discovered as a child in the late ‘90s. I have fan art of Chris Cornell that I drew when I was 11 fucking years old. I had a silly teenage crush on him, too. There are old picture files on a zip drive I own that date back to 2004 with titles like “Ohh Chris!” and “So Sexy”.

And now this guy that was so much a part of those silly times is…gone. Just gone. He took his own life. God knows what led him to do this. It could have been the result of months or even years of heartache that wasn’t managed properly. It could have been an impulse decision made while upset, as so many suicides occur that way. None of us will ever know what was going on in his head last night.

His bandmates, his friends, his family, and millions of fans are now stuck in a horrid grieving process that will take a long time to work through. My first thought this morning after seeing that Chris was actually gone, as in gone and never coming back, was about how Jerry Cantrell is going to have to bury another fucking friend of his that died too young. Another one. He has had to watch dozens of people he loved die like this. The same could be said for any grunge musician right now. Another brother. Gone.

But I want to say something to all of you - nearly 1,000 of you - you are so fucking loved. If you’re not loved by the people in your life, there are people like me and others on the internet who are going to be there when your head starts slumping. Please, please take care of yourself. If you’re battling suicidal thoughts, please reach out to me or someone else. Don’t make an impulse decision to leave this world when you have so much more to offer, so much to give. I failed to take my own life three times. I am glad something stopped me each time. Death culture is rampant and it might be comforting to think about when times get rough, but please don’t die.

I am not okay. I’m probably not going to be okay for a while. Last night was a mess and I was already upset about that, but now that Chris is gone, the only thing I can do is kind of divorce myself from my emotions a bit. Regardless though, I am here for you. Please don’t do anything to hurt yourself. Maybe when my head settles we can have some kind of group session about this and play some Soundgarden tunes (or hell, even Audioslave or that jank Timbaland album) to get through this together. 

Chris Cornell, the second best voice in grunge, has been silenced, but recordings of that voice will be around for a very long time. I am so grateful for all the times I was inspired by his singing, his songwriting, and his sense of humor. Chris wasn’t just a pretty face - he was highly intelligent and had such a unique way of looking at fame and praise. He didn’t want to be a sex symbol. He didn’t take groupies. He didn’t have that same hedonistic attitude that befell so many other musicians. He was a cut above the rest, something truly special, and I’m going to remember him that way.

I’m going to remember Chris Cornell as the amazing person he was, not for what he did in a split second while alone and hollow inside. He is still full of life through the life he gave to others.

Pulse Part 3

Part 2

Genre: Fluff, angst
Words: 2,203
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

“-A fiancée?” Natasha interrupted for clarification.

You nodded, taking a rather large sip of the red wine in your hand. “Why does this kind of shit always happen to me? I swear, God is out to get me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Natasha laughed. "You’re his soulmate, you’ll win him over.”

Sighing, you poured more of the alcohol into your glass. “I’m not so sure, Nat. You should have seen her, she looks like the love child of Megan Fox and Anne Hathaway. So not fair.”

“But you have one thing she doesn’t.” She teased.

“What?” You asked bitterly. “A stalker?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of your hearts beating in-sync, but that one is true, too.”

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This video was taken about a month ago by my husband during his first experience sharing me with another man. He had been begging me to do this for over ten years, knowing I had previous experience in the lifestyle. I resisted because I was worried he would look at me negatively afterward and it could effect the love he has for me. I finally agreed because I don’t like denying him and I want to be the one to fulfill all of his fantasies.
It turns out my worries were for nothing! 😊He was absolutely ecstatic to finally see his fantasy play out in real life.

Knowing he was watching me with someone else and feeling both of their hands on my body at the same time made my orgasms absolutely mind blowing. We have opened a new part of our sexual lives together and we’re both really excited to see what else happens. I love you so much honey! 💜Thank you for sharing me and loving me, hopefully we find our regular soon!😊😊😊😊Anyone interested??? @nearswisky

BTS Reaction to Another Member Asking You to be Their GF

Incognito; bts reacts to another member asking you out like to be their gf kind of thing?? Please and thank you!

Note: Thanks for having manners love! I hope it’s to your liking ~ *credit to gif owners*

Jin ➳ How was he supposed to act like? Hoseok looked so happy when he asked you to be his with his arms wide opened, and when you teared up as the sun literally lit up before you, you ran into his arms as he embraced you into a very loving hug. Seokjin could only look away, trying not to witness your happiness as he was the only one who was slowly drowning deeper and deeper into the sea, not being able to breathe at the thought of seeing the one he loved oh so much belong to someone else. He could only stare at what he wished could be his happily ever after, because it was now something that was beyond his reach.

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Suga ➳ All emotion drained him, watching the way Jungkook held your hand in uttermost affection as he watched the two of you become so smitten of each other. His throat was dry, threatening to throw a sarcastic remark from his lips but he held it in, sealing every feeling he could feel as he tried to desperately push them into the darkest pits of his mind. His eyes wouldn’t leave your build, and once Jungkook had noticed this, he became slightly irritated. “Yes, hyung?” He asked in annoyance, gaining your attention as you glanced to Yoongi in innocence, “do you need anything from my girlfriend?”

The older could only gulp as he blinked, “yes, actually,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes softening as he became quiet. I need her to be mine.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

J-Hope ➳ He had taken you to the rooftop alone to show you the city lights, and possibly, ask you out on a date. The breeze was pleasant, and once he turned to you to find you looking to him in curiousness, he had opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off. The boys came roaring in squeals as they pushed Namjoon to the rooftop and before you, the leader flushing in embarrassment before he would be asking you to be his girlfriend. Hoseok could only smile in pain to himself the moment you nodded before Namjoon would give you a toothy grin as he intertwined your fingers. The moment the boys cheered and cat called, Hoseok sighed as tears would cloud his vision. It just wasn’t meant to be, he was a second too late.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

RapMonster ➳ “I love you.” Everyone’s heads snapped up to Yoongi who had bluntly told you his feelings while you were speaking to Namjoon, and the silver haired man could only watch you as your cheeks suddenly flushed scarlet while being too speechless to speak. But compared to Namjoon, at least you were only shocked; he felt like his heart could burst at any moment as it was suddenly clogged in his throat. Tears were beginning to brim his eyes the moment you smiled and returned his feelings, and once that gummy smile appeared onto Yoongi’s features, pulling you flush against his chest—Namjoon could only pretend to yawn to wipe the tears away before they could be seen. As others said, he should have confessed before it was too late.

Originally posted by jonghyunslisterine

Jimin ➳ Time stopped once he saw Taehyung asking you to be his. Jimin wished on anything that you would decline, he wanted you to be happy but not with the younger man, he wanted you to be happy with him. But when you accepted and Taehyung’s face lit up the whole room and possibly the universe before pecking you on the lips, Jimin could only become angry as fate had already intertwined your destinies together. No, this couldn’t be happening, Jimin felt like it was all a mistake, and as everyone congratulated you two he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Are you sure Taehyung would make you happy?” The whole room became quiet and Jimin could only chuckle to himself, because he knew for a fact that he would do anything to make you happier.

Originally posted by nnochu

V ➳ Jimin had come to him asking for help, telling the younger that he was going to ask someone to be his but never in his life did Taehyung think it was going to be you. He loves you more than anything, and his eyes were bulging the moment you walked through the main door only to be surprised as Jimin gave you a bouquet of roses. He was annoyed, knowing he shouldn’t be since you technically didn’t belong to him but oh, did he wish you did. He couldn’t stand seeing you two being so lovey-dovey, and he couldn’t stand the way the guys would coo at the new couple. Eventually, Namjoon asked him if he was okay, and Taehyung felt like he was as easy to read as glass while he shook his head no; eventually grabbing his coat and taking an abrupt leave.

Originally posted by baepsaeboyss

Jungkook ➳ It was your birthday and he was beyond ecstatic, planning to do things with you to make thing perfect but when he was waiting for you, only to see you walking to him with Seokjin hand in hand — his world shattered. He didn’t have the heart to cancel the plans, eventually inviting the rest of the boys so he wouldn’t third wheel but he was deeply hurt. He couldn’t stop seeing the way you looked at Seokjin, and he definitely didn’t like how the older looked to you the same way Jungkook himself did when you were alone. He couldn’t stand hearing everyone talking about your relationship with the older, asking many questions on how it happened and why; he eventually put his earphones in to mute out everything around him, only wishing to escape reality.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


Prompto Argentum Romantic Headcanons

Tagging Sunshine Personified Squad: @rubyphilomela, @chocofeathers

I need more people in the sunshine personified squad?

  • Where do I start?
  • This boy just wants to be loved.
  • Insanely clueless when it comes to romance and relationships.
  • Has to be taught everything.
  • Never is the one to make the first move with anything.
  • Needs confidence from his friends to talk to someone he has a crush on.
  • It’s very easy to tell who this boy is crushing hard on.
  • Whenever his eye’s meet with theirs, his cheeks glow red.
  • Some people think it’s weird
  • Some people think it’s adorable
  • Most loyal award.
  • If you start a romantic relationship with Prompto, he will be the most loyal significant other you have ever had.
  • His thoughts are only of you.
  • Public displays of affection is a must with Prompto.
  • It’s second nature to him. 
  • He honestly isn’t even conscious while grabbing for your hand
  • Or pressing his lips to yours while in the general public.
  • If someone points it out to him, he is super embarrassed. 
  • He then tries to distance himself from you, but it’s hard for him. 
  • This boy is basically a puppy.
  • I wouldn’t say he’s co-dependent on his s/o…
  • Ok wait. 
  • I change my answer.
  • I think he is very co-dependent on his s/o.
  • His s/o is his number one support system.
  • Prompto has a lot of self esteem issues, as we know.
  • Poor baby.
  • Really really really loves to talk with his s/o
  • Whether it be about stupid stuff or serious stuff.
  • Warning: you might not get any sleep while sleeping beside Prompto.
  • He will talk with you all night.
  • Also: cuddles cuddles cuddles.
  • Really loves when you kiss his freckles individually.
  • He giggles and tells you stop, but he doesn’t want you to stop.
  • He really loves being kissed.
  • Obsessed with kissing.
  • Really loves the feeling of his s/o’s lips.
  • Butterfly kisses are his fav.
  • Quickest way to cheer up sunshine boy: tickle fights.
  • But watch out; he’s a master at tickling.
  • Gains a crush on someone just by looking at them.
  • Finds a lot of people attractive though.
  • So he always has a crush.
  • But once he’s in a established relationship…
  • Everyone else pretty much disappears in his eyes.
  • His s/o is the only one that he cares about. 
  • Texts his s/o 24/7
  • Even while they are right beside him
  • Mostly sends selfies.
  • Many kiss faces it’s adorable.
Sound the Alarms: 05

Sound the Alarms: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader ~ Jungkook | Seulgi
Description: You were in love with Jeon Jungkook since you were 14, but made the mistake of introducing him to your best friend at 16. Now you’ve slept with him at 19, and it appears that fate isn’t done screwing you over when it comes to your two best friends.
Warning: Hella Angst, EXTREME Toxicness (don’t read if you can’t handle the abusive side, it gets bad), Voyeurism? Exhibitionism? Film, Intercourse, Death
Word Count: 5,140

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nightmares & daydreams // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles comforts Y/N when she can’t sleep & discovers that nightmares & daydreams may be equally as dangerous 

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N 

Warning: yes, mature language, themes & smut 


His fingers mindlessly played with her hair as her head rested in his lap. The glow from the television illuminated the room, as it was the only source of light in the pitch black house.

“You tired yet?” He yawned.

“No.” She hummed, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her eyes were heavy with sleep as she tried to pay attention to the blurring tv screen.

“Did you just lie to me?” He smirked, knowing that she was about to fall asleep at any moment.

“Maybe.” She shut her eyes softly as she snuggled closer onto his lap.

“Oh no you don’t.” He told her as he reached for the remote, bouncing his legs up and down startling her. “Don’t you start getting all comfortable now or else you won’t want get up and you’ll end up falling asleep on me again.”

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how am i still in love with him. why am i still in love with him. this is what love does to you. it drags you down,so far down. into the darkest hole imaginable. and there’s no way out. and when you’re in this hole, it’s pain, it’s suffering, it’s watching the world walk past you. you’re screaming out to them. screaming louder than you ever have before. but no one can hear you. because you’re so fucking trapped. you’re trapped in love. and there’s no way out.  because you’re still in love. i’m still in love. and he’s moved on. as if everything we had was nothing. as if it meant nothing at all. but it meant so fucking much to me. so fucking much it destroyed me. but how come you’re able to move on so easily. why are you able to love another. how can you love someone else whilst i’m still trapped in this hole. this hole where no one can hear or save me. i’m killing myself trying to get out. and when i finally do, no one even notices.
—  ol.t // trapped in a hole called life
Feeling the Benefits - Bughead Smut

my first smut so please be kind,

dedicated to the lovely @jugandbettsdetectiveagency and @betsforsythetrash who convinced me to do this

and also thank you to the lovely @jugandbettsdetectiveagency for beta reading 



Betty Cooper was not one to normally mope around over a boy, but when said boy that she was in love with just so happened to be her best friend and was currently on a date with someone else, she was indeed moping. Wearing nothing but her panties and one of his old t-shirts, Betty was sitting on their couch watching Friends with Benefits. She kept zoning in and out of watching, only really paying attention whenever Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake shared a scene, scoffing at the idea of remaining friends with someone whilst also having sex with them.

Once the movie had finished, Betty headed to bed as Jughead had told her not to ‘wait up’, a fact that had her lower lip jutting out in a pout she would adamantly argue she wasn’t sporting. The two had lived together for just over two years and Jughead was on his seventh girlfriend during that time. Well, the word girlfriend was a term she used loosely, as he would normally see a girl two or three times before he broke things off. But in the months since living together, Betty could pinpoint every time her feelings grew deeper for the raven haired boy. Her sister had warned her about all the clichés of roommates falling for each other but, while she’d quickly fulfilled her side of the trope, to her knowledge she was the complete opposite of his type. All the previous women he’d ‘dated’ were tall brunettes with a thing for wearing as little clothing as possible - and not one deserved a guy like him.

Jughead may put on a fuckboi attitude but in the confines of their own apartment, Betty knew better. She’d see how once a month (at that time of the month) he’d buy extra chocolate for them (she’d eat it all anyway) and a fresh bouquet of her favorite flowers. When her first relationship ended, not even a month after moving in together, Jughead had called into work sick for them both and watched chick-flicks with her while eating ice cream. That was the moment she first realized she liked him, but instantly pushed that feeling away. When her second boyfriend broke up with her, Jughead took her on a trip to a private beach that he’d found when exploring; they stayed till late that night and he’d somehow convinced her to go skinny dipping. That was when she realized how attractive he was.

Two months ago, when her mother passed away, Jughead used up his vacation time to travel home with her, remaining by her side everyday. Her heartbeat started to speed up around him, her legs going wobbly like some kind of pre-teen, which wasn’t helped by the fact he would now walk round the apartment solely in his boxers, and that was was when she realized that she was in love with him.

Closing her eyes with a frustrated sigh, Betty tried to forget about him but he was the only thing on her mind. Thinking back to the movie she’d realized how horny it had made her and, more pressingly, just how long it had been since she last had sex. Every guy she met, in her mind, was nothing compared to Jughead. She’d heard the satisfied moans of his previous partners through their slightly too thin walls and wished she could find someone that made her scream that loud.

She moved her hand down her body almost subconsciously, slipping down her panties and placed two fingers on her clit. Betty closed her eyes and thought of Jughead, lightly applying pressure as she did so, quickly building up a rhythm. She thought about it being his fingers touching her, what he’d do, how he’d make her scream. Reaching her hand down lower, Betty felt just how wet she was as she teased herself. “Juggie,” she moaned as she pushed her finger further in, repeating the action over and over, inserting another finger as her body craved more.

Betty was so caught up in herself that she didn’t hear the apartment door slam, nor did she her bedroom door open.

Jughead stood in the entrance to her bedroom, fingers gripping the doorframe, knowing it was so wrong but he couldn’t help but be enchanted by her and the fact she was moaning his name. “Fuck, Juggie. Yes,” she repeated his name, like a chant.

Quietly shedding his jacket and shoes he tiptoed into the room and to the end of her bed. From what he could tell she was almost reaching her peak but he wanted to help her, he wanted to be the one to make her moan, no, scream his name.

“You called for me.” Betty’s actions stilled and her eyes flew open. “Well, technically you moaned.” It took her a moment to get back to reality but as she went to cover herself, Jughead grabbed her hand and stopped her. “No, you don’t. Do you know how hot that was?”

Betty shook her head no.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Betts, do you know what you’re doing to me?” Jughead knelt on the edge of the bed and started crawling up until he was positioned between her open legs, leaning forward as he whispered in her ear, “Do you know how hard I am trying not to just fuck you right now? All I want to do is bury myself deep inside you and make you scream until the whole fucking neighborhood knows my name.”

“Why-why don’t you?” came her breathy reply.

“I’m going to finish what you started.” Jughead placed a lingering kiss on her neck, stopping to take off her t-shirt before continuing, trailing kisses down to her stomach. His mouth moved to her clit, blowing cool breath over the heated flesh before he let his tongue circle it, moving further down and, without warning, thrusting two fingers inside her. Her back arched at the sudden action, low whine leaving her throat as she lost herself in the sensation. Still thrusting, he brought his mouth back to her clit, licking and sucking until he felt her tighten around his fingers.

“Jughead, I’m-I’m gonna…” she said with laboured breaths.

He moved up so his face was next to hers. “Let go Betts, I’ve got you.” And she did, screaming out his name. She’d do anything he asked.

Coming down from her high, she opened her eyes and was met with piercing blue eyes. “Hi,” she whispered.

Instead of responding he pressed his mouth to hers, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. He laid down on the bed as she put her t-shirt back on and said, “You looked so fucking sexy doing that.” He kissed her just below her ear as she bit her lip against a shy smile.

Betty positioned herself so that she was now straddling him and Jughead settled his hands on her hips, holding her in place. Kissing him was already her new favorite thing to do and she couldn’t stop, starting out slow and sweet but building up so that their tongues were colliding, hungry for each other. He sat up slightly, and with her help, pulled his t-shirt off, Betty no longer hiding the fact she was unashamedly checking him out. Jughead could see the hunger in her gaze as it slowly raked down his torso. She moved to unbuckle his jeans, sliding his legs out of them.

Capturing her in a kiss he moved his hands to her ass, his dick straining against his boxers; as much as he wanted to remove them so there’d be nothing between them, Jughead decided against it and kept rubbing against her through the thin, fabric barrier. He could feel her wetness against his boxers and moved his hand back down to her clit. Her orgasm came quicker than his so she reached into his boxers and freed his dick. Taking it into her mouth inch by inch she started off slow, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in, eventually speeding up her movements. To Jughead it was a heavenly sight, his beautiful blonde roommate wrapped around his cock, his hand buried in her hair.

“Betts, I’m gon-gonna-” Before he could finish his warning he was already cumming in her mouth, watching as she swallowed easily. He brought her up for a tender kiss. “That was amazing.”

Betty laid back on the bed, face to face with Jughead. “I still feel like this is a dream, that I’m gonna wake up and you’ll be having breakfast with your latest conquest,” she confessed, the satisfied flush in her cheeks deepening.

“Hey,” he cupped her face with his hand. “This is one hundred percent real and you’re not a conquest, Betty. You’re so much more than that to me. If you want to be,” he added quickly. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, moving her head in a delicate nod. He took her hand and placed it on his heart. “This, Betty Cooper, is how you make me feel and it terrifies me,” he told her as the muscle thrummed beneath his ribs. “Because I don’t want to lose you and I- I really, really like you. Like, capital L like you, and it’s fucking scary.” He let out a nervous chuckle, pushing his hair back.

“I capital L like you too Jughead.” She leaned down and kissed him, all of their worries and fears all at once becoming a thing of the past.

“Push” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,011

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request from Anon: Is it possible that you can write a daryl x reader one where the reader is Maggie and beth’s sister and she tries to get Daryl to open up to her? And daryl just keeps pushing her away bc he has feelings for her

Setting: The prison

Warnings: Fluff, occasional swear word

A/N: Super excited for the new episode tonight!

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

There’s just something about Daryl that intrigues you. The way he presents himself. He’s a quiet man- doesn’t talk much. He stays out of everyone’s way and does his own thing. That just makes you want to know him more. Ever since he and his group showed up at your farm a while ago, you can’t deny to yourself your feelings for him anymore. He was a handsome, strong man. He has a hard exterior but you saw a different side of him after Sophia’s death. He was caring.

The only person he ever really speaks to is Carol or Rick. Sure, he’ll “talk” to other people, but that’s different. You want to be able to talk to him like he talks to Carol, you want it to be deep. You want to get to know him for his true self, not the shut off redneck he makes himself appear to be. If you’re in the same area, you’ll try and start conversation, only getting a mere grunt in response. If it’s a good day and he’s in a chatty mood, he’ll give you a short response. But those days only happen on a rare occasion.

“Mind handing me that gun? I see something.” You say to Daryl as you two patrol the outside of the prison. Rick had put both of you on duty today. Usually it would be Glenn and Daryl, or even Rick himself, but Glenn was out doing a run and Rick was having some… issues dealing with Lori’s death. He was coming to terms with it, he had finally come back from disappearing for a few days, but you could tell he was struggling. So he assigned you to patrol with Daryl today, as you were the only other person available who was as good of a shot as him. Truth is, you were pretty excited to spend time with him.

Daryl handed you the gun, not saying anything as he raised his crossbow. You look into the scope, seeing a walker on the outskirts of the prison. Nothing to worry about- they couldn’t get in.

“False alarm.” You lowered the gun. Daryl grunts and sets his bow onto his back again, walking in front of me.

“What are you thinking about?” You attempt to make conversation, hoping that this day wouldn’t be spent in boring silence.

“None of ‘ya business, that’s what.” He responds. Despite his rude response, you smile- it’s a good day.

“Alright, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you talkin’ to me, Y/N? You’re always with your sisters, you’ve never even tried to talk to me until a few weeks ago.” He asks.

“Why not talk to you?” You shrug, walking faster to catch up to him.

“People like ya don’t talk to people like me.”

“Well what am I doing, then?” You smile up at him. You could’ve sworn you saw the faintest hint of a smile, but if you did, it was gone quickly.

“I’m gonna go take watch on the tower. You got it down here?” His good mood seemed gone. His face seemed strained, like he was rushed to get away from me.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You mumble. Daryl doesn’t say anything as he walks away, leaving you to be alone.


Ever since that day, it seems as if Daryl is avoiding you. If he’d walk into a cell and you were in there, he’d turn on his heels and walk away. If he saw you in the halls, he’d walk past you quickly or just find another way to get wherever he was going.

You’d had the end of it. It had been about a month of this, this torture of not knowing what you did to make him hate you.

“I need to talk to you.” You hiss, walking into his cell. He was laying on the bed, seemingly about to go to sleep. He jumped up quickly, his face changing into an emotion you can’t read when he spots you standing at the foot of his bed.

“What do ya want? I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

“I need to talk to you.” You repeat yourself.

“Then talk.”

“Could we possibly go anywhere else?” You look around. Everyone else was still up, walking around and talking to each other. He looks at you, and you think that he’s going to protest, but to your surprise he gets out of his bed. You try to not stare, noticing that he’s in his boxers, but you admittedly let your eyes wander a tiny bit. He quickly puts on his jeans, and you blush thinking that he knew you were admiring him.

You lead him out of the cell block, and into the empty one next to it.

“Why do you hate me, Daryl?” You sigh. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. We finally had a conversation, a good one, at least for you. And ever since then you’ve been ignoring me. I’ve been trying so hard to get to know you, Daryl. There’s not many options of friends here. And all you know how to do is push people away.” You rant. “So, tell me, what did I do? Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate ya.”

“Well you certainly act like it.” You spit. “You walk the other way when you see me coming. That doesn’t scream ‘friendly’ to me.”

“Ya can’t stand there and tell me how I feel! Ya don’t know me, Y/N!”

“You’re right. I don’t know you.” You say with a bit of an attitude. Daryl looks at you, a look of hurt on his face. He shakes his head and stomps out, leaving you to be in there by yourself.

In retrospect, maybe taking him this far to talk wasn’t a great idea. You didn’t exactly know your way around the prison as well as he or Rick did, so trying to find your way back was hard, especially in the night time.

“What the hell happened? You and Daryl just disappeared and then he came back pissed as hell a few minutes ago.” Maggie ran over to you once you finally found your way back.

“I don’t know what happened.” You say truthfully. “He’s confusing.”

“You gotta give him more time. Carol’s made it seem like he’s had a pretty rough past.”

“Yeah.” I walk into my cell. “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.”


“Y/N?” A voice whispers to you next to your bed as you sleep. You jump out of bed and grab the person by the neck, an instinct you’ve gained since the apocalypse began.

“Shit, Y/N, it’s just me.”


You breathe out a sigh of relief, letting go of him and sitting back on your bed. It was sometime in the middle of the night, judging by how dark it still was.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, whispering.

“I, uh,” He pauses. “Nothin’. It was stupid.” He begins to walk out, but you grab him by his hand to keep him from moving.

“What’s going on?” You frown, pulling him down to sit next to you on the bed. He hesitates, but gives in and takes a seat.

“I just… I don’ know.” He sighs.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.” You pull him in for a hug, but he goes stiff. You pull away quickly, forgetting that he was iffy about human contact.

“Well, you are welcome to stay in here if you want.” You offer, not thinking that he would accept given the response he just had to your hug. Much to your surprise, he lays down on the other side of the bed. You get underneath the covers, facing your head away from his feet, and drift back to sleep.

At some point in the night, one of you two must have moved around enough to get yourselves in the position that you woke up in.

You were nuzzled up in his chest, with his arm wrapped around you and his leg twisted around yours. You were both covered up in the blankets, so to anyone who walked by, it would certainly look like you two just had a wild night.

You tried to unwrap his arm from around you, but were unsuccessful. He was too damn muscular. You took this chance to admire how attractive he actually was. Normally, you’d see him with a permanent scowl on his face, but now? Now he just looked so innocent.

Your thoughts were distracted by someone coughing at your cell door. You jumped away from Daryl, causing him to wake up as well. His eyes widened when he saw how he was holding you, and he got up quickly.

“Uhh, Daryl, we have to go on a run.” Glenn said awkwardly before walking away.

“I’m sorry for comin’ in here last night.” Daryl mumbled as he got off the bed. “This won’t happen again, was a mistake.”


And just like that, he was gone again.


You have had enough. The avoiding, the “pushing away”, it only got worse since that night in your cell.

“I’m sick and tired of this, Beth. I’m not doing anything wrong.” You scoffed, rocking baby Judith in your arms as she was drinking a bottle.

“I don’t think you’re the problem. I think he’s just dealing with some inner conflicting emotions.”

“Like what?”

“I was with Carol the other day, taking care of Judith while you were off doing god knows what,” Beth started. “I was talkin’ to her about the problems you were having with him. She thinks it’s because he’s in love with you. He hasn’t ever said it out loud, not even to Carol, but she knows him better than anyone else.”

“In love with me?” You raise your eyebrows. “Me? He doesn’t even talk to me.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just the messenger.”


Your conversation with Beth stayed in your head all day. If what she was saying was true, Daryl has a real funny way of showing love to someone. Although, considering he had a bad childhood, maybe he just doesn’t know how to show it.

Only one way to find out.

You walk up to the watch tower, knowing that it was Daryl’s night watch time. You open the door to the top to see Daryl sitting there, eyes focused on the land surrounding the prison.

“You shouldn’t be up here.” He grunts.

“I want to be up here.”

“Why?” He finally looks at you.

“You’re confusing me. I hear that you’re in love with me, but then you treat me like-“

“What?” His face freezes. “Who told you?”

“So it’s true?” Your heart flutters.

“Doesn’ matter.” He turns away from you. “Please leave.”

“Tell me.” You walk in front of him, forcing him to face you.

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter, ok? I’m nothin’. I’m no one. You could never-“

You cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. You don’t force more than just a peck, but your insides about melt at the feelings of his lips against yours.

“I love you, too, Dixon.”

Daryl smiled the biggest he’d smiled in a long time at hearing that sentence.

“I’m sorry I was pushin’ you away. I thought I could get rid of my feelings for ya. Thought there was no way you would ever even look at me, been thinkin’ that since the farm, you know. And then you started talking to me, and it freaked me out. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You kissed him again, this time letting it be more than just a peck.

Alec:“You never called me back,” he said. “I called you so many times and you never called me back.”
Magnus looked at Alec as if he’d lost his mind. “Your city is under attack,” he said. “The wards have broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven’t called you?”
Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. “I want to know why you haven’t called me back.”
Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar.
Magnus: “You’re an idiot.”
“Is that why you haven’t called me? Because I’m an idiot?”
“No.” Magnus strode toward him. “I didn’t call you because I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.”
“You love me?”
“You stupid Nephilim,” Magnus said patiently. “Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge.
—  Magnus and Alec convo in City of Glass. Honestly, one of my favourite exchanges between the two in this book. 

She has made me happier than I have ever been in life. She has been a wonder to spend time with, and a joy to court during my trip to Taiwan. She was one of the quiet ones…watching and supporting from the sidelines. Someone I never thought I’d allow so close into my life.

But she reached for my heart in the perfect moment…and it hit me hard. I fell in love. I was so scared to ever offer my heart to anyone else again. I was ready to lock it up for good…and yet she won it over. She learned the sides of me I could never show anyone else, and she allowed me to see sides of her no one else could.

My scars, failures, weaknesses- my ugly sides and past relationships…everything I did wrong and right…I openly bore them all to her and she still loves me anyway. And in return, all her flaws and strengths… I love it just as much. I love all of her and I love her whole. She makes me feel free, safe, like I can just keep being myself…and most importantly…she helped me truly feel happiness again.

My trip is over. I’m on my way home…but I want people to know now. My feelings haven’t changed. So this is my answer to you:

I love you too

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(Not my GIF)

Request: Alright. Hi. So, could you do a Tenth Doctor x reader regeneration sadness thing (I’m evil.) -Anon

Wordcount: 615 or something like that lmao

Triggers: Sappiness lmao.

A/N: I know it’s short but that’s because his regeneration was pretty quick.

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i just don’t think i’m meant to be in a relationship.

i wish i could be. i wish i was the kind of person who gave up love so freely. but my love is caged in the mason jars of my heart and i don’t give it up easily. i don’t tell the people i love i love them until it’s too late. i don’t do small talk; i stare at my hands and pick the skin around my fingers and try not to tell people that when i was fifteen, i tried to end my life and it’s still hard to wake up some mornings.

i don’t know how to talk about the small stuff. i don’t know how to keep a conversation going about the weather or school or my parents. i don’t know how to keep a conversation going about anything, really. i don’t know how to get to know someone. i don’t ask the right questions or answer correctly. i go on one date and then i run away because it comes with too much anxiety. i don’t know how to give someone the chance to love me.

all of my relationships– all two of them– have been messy. they’ve drained the life out of me. because when i finally love, i love too deeply. i am invested to the point of obsession, can’t breathe without the other person, infatuated so badly i let them drown me. all of my relationships have drug me under, never rose me up. i think i’m addicted to the pain that comes with fighting for the one you love.

i don’t know. i watch everyone else starting to settle down and i wish it could be me. but i just don’t think i’m meant to be in a relationship. i’m just empty empty empty.

Literature Asks

Quotes from literature to inspire you when writing!

  1. “She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.” - J. D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
  2. “The curves of your lips rewrite history.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  3. “A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.” - Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
  4. “I took a photo of us mid-embrace. When I am old and alone, I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.” - Joe Dunthorne, Submarine
  5. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” - W. H. Auden, “The More Loving One”
  6. “And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” - John Steinbeck, East of Eden
  7. “Who, being loved, is poor?” - Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance
  8. “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” - Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
  9. “The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.” - Toni Morrison, Beloved
  10. “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” - Alfred Tennyson
  11. “I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.” - Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
  12. “I don’t want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you.” -  Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
  13. “You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” - John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
  14. “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” -  Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
  15. “Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?” - Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
  16. “I’m just so thankful for our little infinity.” - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
  17. “I hope, or I could not live.” - H.G. Wells
  18. “I hadn’t expected that a tiny glimmer of hope for the future could transform someone so utterly.” - Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress: A Novel
  19. “Your eyes are full of language.” - Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters 
  20. “You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture.” -  Junot Dìaz, This Is How You Lose Her
  21. You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone.” - Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea: A Novel
  22. “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” - Ian McEwan, Atonement
  23. “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind
  24. “I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.” - Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
  25. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
  26. “He doesn’t want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.” E.M. Forster, A Room With A View
  27. “The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
  28. “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” -  Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
  29. “We can experience nothing but the present moment, live in no other second of time, and to understand this is as close as we can get to eternal life.” -  P.D. James, The Children of Men
  30. “I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.” - Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong 
  31. “Above, the starts shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe” - Stephen King
  32. “The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” - Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me
  33. “If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it” - Nicole Krause, The History of Love
  34. “I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world…” - Frank O’Hara, Having a Coke With You
  35. “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita