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Our Love In Fine Print

Request: “I really love your writing and if it wouldn’t be a bother I would really appreciate an imagine using drabble prompts 18 and 94. Thank you so much!!! ❤︎”

Summary: Draco has a terrible nightmare, and you comfort as best as you can, assuring him of how much you love him.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1,380

Warnings: Light smut (mostly kissing and feeling) - fluff. ;)

A/N: I really liked this request, and I hope you all liked it too! I hope it lived up to your expectations, love! Thank you for requesting! xx

Originally posted by carpelunam

Draco couldn’t see a thing, it was pitch black. Icy, cold air seeped through his bones, goosebumps blanketing his skin. His hands reached around him, immediately coming in contact with freezing water.

The only sound that was heard was Draco’s ragged, harsh breaths and rapid heartbeat. His toes curled as he wrapped his arms around himself, cowering backwards into an inconspicuous corner.

“Why are you here?!” A voice ripped through the tense air, startling Draco. He froze in his spot, whimpering slightly.

“I-I don’t know where I am.” He explained to the voice, trying his hardest to focus his eyes through the dark. His efforts were to no avail, however, as the dark that surrounded him had not settled.

“We don’t want you here! Nobody wants you here! You’re a disgrace!” Yelled the unknown voice.

A sob threatened to release itself from Draco’s chest, his body shaking violently. The harsh words echoed in his ears, haunting him terribly, clouding his thoughts. He believed them, even agreed with them.

“NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE! NOBODY LOVED YOU! NOBODY LOVES YOU! NOT EVEN YOU’RE OWN MOTHER! NO ONE!” The painful scream screeched through the silence, deafening Draco.

He yelped, whipping his arms up to his ears and pushing in. He tried to steady his breathing, putting all his effort into pushing the hurtful words from his mind. Dead silence enveloped Draco in a cloud of dreadful thoughts. However, after a treacherous minute of utter torture, the voice had returned.

“SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!” It screeched, suddenly close to Draco’s face. The breeze from its shout had sent painful chills down Draco’s spine, a sob escaping his mouth.

“STOP!” He begged, tightening his hands on his ear. The pressure he aided his ear had provided nothing to silencing out the screams, the words echoing in his mind, his sobs escalating. “PLEASE STOP!”

“SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU! SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU! SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!” The voice repeated.

“STOP!”

“SHE WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!”

A vicious gasp released itself from Draco’s chest as he abruptly sat up from the bed he shared with you. His breathing was ragged, deep – broken. Sweat drenched his entire body as his chest heaved and sputtered. Draco whimpered slightly. It was just a nightmare.

 “Draco?” You wheezed, sleep tainting your voice. You sat up next to Draco’s side a soon as saw him, reaching your hand up to thread your fingers through his damp hair and to his scalp, massaging it.

 Draco leaned into your touch with a crippled sigh, closing his eyes. His body relaxed only slightly under your touch, the vivid visions from the nightmare that he had just dreamt still itching its way through his thoughts. He opened his eyes again, twisting his head to look over at your sleep-ridden expression. Years of pain and despair swam in his deep blue eyes as he studied every inch of your face, memorizing every crease and crevice and stamping it into his mind for the thousandth time that he’s looked at you.

 “What the matter, sweetie?” You cooed, your voice surrounding him in a cloud of comfort and assurance. He had stayed silent, pulling your hand from his hair and to his lips, placing a light kiss upon your knuckles.

 You smiled lightly at him, suddenly standing up from the bed and walking over to his side. He watched you in confusion as you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bathroom. You yanked open the door, tiptoeing over to the tub and bending down to reach for the handle.

You twisted your hand to the right, letting the hot water run as you turned around to face Draco, who stood before you. His eyes watched you curiously as you reaching down to the edge of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You did the same to your trousers, and soon you were standing naked in front of Draco.

Usually a smirk would lace his lips by now, but he had just stared at you, tracing every inch of your body with numerous amounts of adoration sparkling in his eyes. He watched you as you walked up to him, your hands gripping the ends of his shirt. He knew what you wanted without even speaking, and in just one blink of the eye, you and Draco were standing bare in front of each other in no time.

 You bent your head up, connecting your lips to his. Occasionally, the kisses you two shared were full of passion and hunger, but this time was different. The passion was still there, but the kiss was sweet and gentle, comforting. Draco whined against your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist. The kiss went on for another couple of seconds before you pulled away. A groan escaped Draco’s lips, his grip tightening against your waist, keeping your body flat against his. Two pairs of lips brushed upon one another as you placed your forehead against Draco’s.

“Please.” He begged, his voice cracking. He brushed his hands across your back and down to your bum, squeezing gently, causing a gasp to escape your lips. Draco took that opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tracing every crack and crevice. His hand cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand had tapped the back of your thigh, signalling for you to jump, which you had done willingly.

You moaned as you felt his cock slap against your bum, tightening your legs around his waist, hands tangling themselves in his hair instinctively. You pulled, emitting a groan from the back of Draco’s throat, the hold on your waist increasing. He dragged his lips to your cheek, tracing needy kisses passed your chin, to your jawline and down to your neck. He sucked and licked at your pulse, forcing a gasp from your lips. His arms started to shake, his kisses becoming sloppy.

You drew yourself back to the matter at hand, releasing your legs from his waist and dropping yourself to the floor. Draco whimpered against your neck, having no intentions of letting go of you. However, you gently pulled him away, against his own will, and tugged him towards the now full bath.

The sound of your rapid breathing filled the room as you and Draco climbed into the bath, tears pricking at the edges of his eyes.

You pulled his shaking figure down to sit in front of you, his back leaning against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair, massaging it to comfort him.

“Just let it go, baby. Let it all go.” You whispered against his ear, causing him to finally fall apart in your arms.

He shook and quivered in your hold, sobs breaking from his mouth. You rocked him back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, assuring him that everything was going to be alright.

“I had a bad dream again.” He broke through his weeping, his hand going up the arm that was around his chest, his fingers curling around the limb.
He leaned more into your touch, needy and desperate.

He just wanted to be with you. He just wanted to love you. His nightmare had resurfaced to his brain, the words “she will never love you” floating to the top of his mind, echoing silently in his ears.

However, your voice had contradicted his thoughts, immediately reaching through to him.

“I love you.” You had whispered, the words meaning more to him than you had thought they did. He cried against your chest, cuddling closer to you in the water that enveloped you both in a soothing cloud of warmth.

“I love you.” He echoed, moving his head up to place a deep, passionate kiss upon your lips. You leaned into the gesture, returning the amount of feeling and compassion as he was giving you.

Soon after, he had pulled away from you, closing his eyes and leaning his head in the crook of your neck and staying there for a few minutes. Although sleep had almost coursed through his veins, he heard you whisper one last thing, thinking he couldn’t hear you.

“And I will always love you.”

That was all he needed before sleep finally overtook him, his body relaxing in your arms.

Diana’s Daily Lines - “Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone” (Book 9)

#DailyLines #GoTELLTheBEESThatIamGONE #BookNine #notyet #notforalongtime #gowatchS2DVDs#dreamofbattle

I was having the delightful sort of dream where you realize that you’re asleep and are enjoying it extremely. I was warm, bonelessly relaxed, and my mind was an exquisite blank. I was just beginning to sink down through this cloudy layer of bliss to the deeper realms of unconsciousness when a violent movement of the mattress under me jerked me into instant alertness.

By reflex, I rolled onto my side and reached for Jamie. I hadn’t reached the stage of conscious thought yet, but my synapses had already drawn their own conclusions. He was still in bed, so we weren’t under attack and the house wasn’t afire. I heard nothing but his rapid breathing; the children were all right and no one had broken in. Ergo…it was his own dream that had wakened him.

This thought penetrated into the conscious part of my mind just as my hand touched his shoulder. He drew back, but not with the violent recoil he usually showed if I touched him too suddenly after a bad dream. He was awake, then; he knew it was me. _Thank God for that_, I thought, and drew a deep breath of my own.

“Jamie?” I said softly. My eyes were dark-adapted already; I could see him, half-curled beside me, tense, facing me.

“Dinna touch me, Sassenach,” he said, just as softly. “Not yet. Let it pass.” He’d gone to bed in a nightshirt; the room was still chilly. But he was naked now. When had he taken it off? And why?

He didn’t move, but his body seemed to flow, the faint glow of the smoored fire shifting on his skin as he relaxed, hair by hair, his breathing slowing.

I relaxed a little, too, in response, though I still watched him warily. It wasn’t a Wentworth dream—he wasn’t sweating; I could almost literally smell fear and blood on him when he woke from those. They came rarely—but were terrible when they did come.

Battlefield? Perhaps; I hoped so. Some of those were worse than others, but he usually came back from a dream of battle fairly quickly, and would let me cradle him in my arms and gentle him back toward sleep. I longed to do it now.

An ember cracked on the hearth behind me, and the tiny spurt of sparks lit his face for an instant, surprising me. He looked…peaceful, his eyes dark-wide and fixed on something he could still see.

“What is it?” I whispered, after a few moments. “What do you see, Jamie?”

He shook his head slowly, eyes still fixed. Very slowly, though, the focus came back into them, and he saw me. He sighed once, deeply, and his shoulders went loose. He reached for me and I all but lunged into his arms, holding him tight.

“It’s all right, Sassenach,” he said into my hair. “I’m not… It’s all right.”

His voice sounded odd, almost puzzled. But he meant it; he was all right. He rubbed my back gently, between the shoulder blades and I gulped a little. He was very warm, despite the chill, and the clinical part of my mind checked him quickly—no shivering, no flinching…his breathing was quite normal and so was his heart-rate, easily perceptible against my breast.

“Do you…_can_ you tell me about it?” I said, after a bit. Sometimes he could, and it seemed to help. More often, he couldn’t, and would just shake until the dream let go its grip on his mind and let him turn away.

“I don’t know,” he said, the note of surprise still in his voice. “I mean—it was Culloden, but…it was different.”

“How?” I asked warily. I knew from what he’d told me that he remembered only bits and pieces of the battle, single vivid images. I’d never encouraged him to try to remember more, but I _had_ noticed that such dreams came more frequently, the closer we came to any looming conflict. “Did you see Murtagh?”

“Aye, I did.” The tone of surprise in his voice deepened, and his hand stilled on my back. “He was with me, by me. But I could see his face; it shone like the sun.”

This description of his late godfather was more than peculiar; Murtagh had been one of the more dour specimens of Scottish manhood ever produced in the Highlands.


“He was…happy?” I ventured doubtfully. I couldn’t imagine anyone who’d set foot on Culloden moor that day had cracked so much as a smile—likely not even the Duke of Cumberland.

“Oh, more than happy, Sassenach—filled wi’ joy.” He let go of me then, and glanced down into my face. “We all were.”

“All of you—who else was there?” My concern for him had mostly subsided now, replaced by curiosity.

“I dinna ken, quite…there was Alex Kincaid, and Ronnie…”

“Ronnie MacNab?” I blurted, astonished.

“Aye,” he said, scarcely noticing my interruption. His brows were drawn inward in concentration, and there was still something of an odd radiance about his own face. “My father was there, too, and my grand-sire—“ He laughed aloud at that, surprised afresh. “I canna imagine why _he’d_ be there—but there he was, plain as day, standing by the field, glowering at the goings-on, but lit up like a turnip on Samhain, nonetheless.”

I didn’t want to point out to him that everyone he’d mentioned so far was dead. Many of them hadn’t even been on the field that day—Alex Kincaid had died at Prestonpans, and Ronnie MacNab… I glanced involuntarily at the fire, glowing on the new black slate of the hearthstone. But Jamie was still looking into the depths of his dream.

“Ken, when ye fight, mostly it’s just hard work. Ye get tired. Your sword’s so heavy ye think ye canna lift it one more time—but ye do, of course.” He stretched, flexing his left arm and turning it, watching the play of light over the sun-bleached hairs and deep-cut muscle. “It’s hot—or it’s freezing—and either way, ye just want to go be somewhere else. Ye’re scairt or ye’re too busy to be scairt until it’s over, and then ye shake because of what ye’ve just been doing….” He shook his head hard at this, dislodging the thoughts.

“Not this time. “

Something Just Like This

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Stiles and (Y/N) are both humans in a supernatural filled town. Stiles feels insecure about the fact that he won’t be able to protect (Y/N) against everything; he can try his best but he will always fail because he doesn’t have super strength. (Y/N) reassures him that he is all she needs, and all she wants.

Requested: Yes by anon.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Requests are open, request from smutty to fluffy.

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

Never did you ever think that you would be staring into the face of death, you never imagine how it would feel or pretend that you were going to. Your heart rate was picking up, your skin was boiling with sweat pouring through your pores, your breathing was rapid, and you couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t touch her,” You heard his voice crack from the floor but you couldn’t move to look at him. He was in pain and you couldn’t do anything about it. Kate Argent smirked, running her long finger along your jaw to your neck. “So precious,” She whispered, your body shook with the movement of her finger and you closed your eyes tight; getting ready for the impact of the bullet.

Stiles watched from the ground, the blood gushing from his stomach as he felt the pain getting worse. The love of his life was helpless, he couldn’t do anything to save her. He screamed out when Kate raised the gun to your head, “No, please don’t!” He shouted, causing you to let out a sob. This wasn’t how you thought you would die.

You felt faint, weak, and dizzy. Your eyes were screwed shut waiting for the sound; you screamed when the gun shot happened but you felt nothing; no pain, your eyes snapped open. You were still there, still standing but your knees went from underneath you and you collapsed to the floor – everything going black.

It was two hours later when you woke up in the comfort of Stiles’ bedroom, he was sitting on his desk chair staring at you fast asleep. Any movement he made ached for him with the cut across his stomach that needed over fifteen stitches but he knew he wouldn’t move until you woke up.

Your eye lids fluttered at first, until you opened your them wide to see Stiles smiling at you forcefully, slowly he moved to the side of his bed, running his fingers through your hair. “Hi baby,” He whispered, tears already forming in his eyes. “Hi,” You coughed out, sitting up leaning against the headboard. “How are you?” You asked, staring at his bare chest with a large bandage on it.

He licked his lips, trying to stop himself from crying; “I’m okay (Y/N), are you feeling okay?” Stiles looked nervous and that caused you to worry. You shook your head, resting your hands on his cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

That’s when it happened; tears poured from his eyes and he sobbed into your chest, the feeling of guilt was too much for him to handle. “I’m so so sorry,” He cried, wrapping his arms around your body. Your face was pressed up against his warm shoulder, and you couldn’t help melt into his body. “You were nearly dead – Kate was going to kill you, and I just watched.” He whispered muffling it on your shirt. You pulled back and he stood up, pacing the room with a painful expression on his face.

“I just watched!” He shouted out of anger more to himself than you, “I couldn’t do anything about it.” You removed the blanket from your body and stood up off the bed, trying to get Stiles to calm down.

“Baby,” You muttered, grasping his arm and pulling you to face him. “Stop that right now.” You demanded and connected your lips to his, he leaned down to you so that you didn’t have to stand on your toes and deepened the kiss. “You are my boyfriend, not only my boyfriend but my best friend, my partner in crime, my everything.” You muttered, pecking his lips after each word.

He shook his head, resting his forehead against yours, “I can’t protect you, I don’t have super strength or healing powers, (Y/N), I’m just a normal boy.” You coughed out a laugh, rolling your eyes at his stupidity. “Look at me now,” You insisted, grabbing his cheeks in yours staring into his eyes, “I don’t care that you’re not a werewolf, or a banshee, or a vampire, Stiles. I fell in love with you at the age of fourteen before we knew any of this drama existed,” You said, looking at him like he was crazy “And if you think that I’m just going to give up like that, then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” You whispered, placing a kiss on his lips.

Stiles eyes faltered and he forced a smile in your direction, “You really don’t care that I can’t protect you?” He asked, eyes filling with hope.

“Stiles, I’m still alive, aren’t I? And you are the reason for that.” “Scott stopped Kate…” You shook your head, before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I would rather die than live without you, Stiles Stilinski. I would beg anyone to kill me if anything happened to you. You are the reason I’m still here.”

“I love you,” He whispered, leaning down to crush his lips against yours; walking you backwards so that your body was up against the door. You smirked up at his towering figure, “Are you trying to seduce me, Mr Stilinski?” You teased, kissing up his neck to his jawline where he let out a soft moan.

He grasped your arms, trapping them between the door and his larger hands. “Most definitely,” He whispered into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. Stiles kissed down your jawline, to your neck and licking his way back up to your lips. You stared into his dark eyes full with lust and love, “Make love to me,” You whispered, feeling the budge in his tracksuit bottoms. He swallowed his saliva, and wrapped his arm around your waist, dragging you to his bed.

He crashed the pair of you onto the mattress but he let out a yelp of pain, “Fuck,” He hissed, his hand resting on his bandage that blood was soaking through it. “I… I don’t think that would be a smart idea.” He groaned, laying on his back.

You smiled apologetic at him and nodded, “This is even better.” You mumbled, cuddling into his side and kissing the closest bit of skin to you. You traced your finger down his stomach, resting your hand just above the bandage. “I’m sorry you had to go through this.”

When no reply came, you looked up to see Stiles breathing slow down and his eyes flutter shut. “I love you,” You whispered, kissing his jawline before resting your head on his chest, cuddling into him tighter.  

Briste | Chapter 13

Briste | Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12


He was going to kiss me.

I could see it in his eyes, lust, passion, desire… it was all there everything I had been aching for, been yearning for was right there.

“Stop.” I whispered gently laying my hand on his chest. I could feel his rapid breathing and thundering heartbeat under my palm. My eyes transfixed on my hand, refusing to see the hurt that was sure to be in his eyes.

“Alright. I’ll wait.” Came his breathy, hoarse whisper. His voice so deep it sent chills down my spine.

I chanced a glance at this face, surely he was joking. He had to be angry, I just denied him… they always get angry when denied.

“Really?” I asked in amazement, not seeing any anger but still the same passion and desire. He intertwined my hand with his, laying it back against his chest while pulling me forward. The backs of our hands touching the other’s heart.

A quirk of his lips pulled them into a side smile. “Aye, I’ll wait for ye Claire. I’ll wait as long as it takes. Ye ken I’ll no be your patient forever, and when that day comes,” he bent down kissing my hand. “I’ll be here a dozen flowers in my hand, and walking on my own two feet asking ye to be mine.”

My cheeks filled with color as his statement sunk in.

“Come on, you shouldn’t be out of your bed for too long. You’re going to drive the nurses into a tizzy.” I tried to diffuse the current mood, the sexual tension was thick in the air, my own mind questioning why I wasn’t following my gut and letting him kiss me.

“Aye, suppose ye are right.” Jamie nodded, then began to hobble back out the door.

I let out a breathing looking at the ceiling. “You’re a bloody fool Beauchamp.”

We were silent on the walk back to his room. What should have been a short walk, turned into a laborious adventure for both of us. Neither fully healed, hobbling and shaking down the hall, unable to move quick enough out of the random running personnel.

M'aingeal, bidh thu leig dhomh gaol agam ort?” Jamie whispered pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear as we stood outside his door.

I started to shake my head, words fumbling. “I-I don’t know what you said!”

Jamie only smiled and kept his hand on the side of my face. “Dinna fash yerself over it. Good night, Doctor Beauchamp.”

Gone was his playful and desire-filled tone, in it’s place was the quiet reluctance of professionalism.

“Good night, Jamie.” I managed to say just as the door clicked shut.

The hall felt too large, yet too small simultaneously. I couldn’t breathe.

My heart ached and my head warred with my thoughts.

He was perfect. He was a patient. He wanted me. No one ever wants me. He makes me feel different, worthy. No one will ever accept me.

Over and over, the cycle of confidence and doubt turned over until I couldn’t take it any longer. Still in scrubs I ran from the hospital. My bag, keys, phone, everything still locked safely away in my locker. Legs burning, hip screaming in pain, I pushed on. I felt the bandages Mrs. Fitz so carefully attached begin to slip from my legs. The scabs on my knees begin to crack and bleed once again, but it didn’t matter. I needed air. I needed to be able to breathe.

Tears blurring my vision, I stumbled and caught myself before falling onto the pavement making my way to a bench at the edge of the block.

All the emotions I had been fighting for weeks came to the surface, no longer were tears only clouding my vision, now they ran freely in unending streams down my face. Why was he so nice to me? How could he want to kiss me and why did I want to kiss him back?

I don’t know how long I sat on that bench two blocks from the hospital. My body chilled as rain drizzled down.

“Claire?” A voice called, I didn’t look in it’s direction.

“Claire!” Warm hands gripped my shoulders, slightly shaking me. “What are you doing out here? Where’s your coat? Jesus! You’re freezing!”

Joe Abernathy pulled me from my spot on the bench, my mind and body still numb. Speech not coming easily.

“You need to get back inside, when Marcus told me he saw you running out of the building like a bat outta hell I had to come look for you! What has gotten into you?”

I shook my head, a frown pulling deeper on my face. “I can’t go back. I’ve broken the rules. He can’t.. I can’t… please don’t make me. I don’t have the will to stay away. I can’t lose this job. I can’t lose him. Please Joe… I…”

I rambled and sobbed as Joe pulled his coat tighter around me, throwing his arm around my shoulders then guided me back to the hospital.

“Who are you trying to run away from? Is it the man that hurt you? I’m still not convinced it was as you said, and just a running accident.”

I shook my head at his words. “No one hurt me! I did this to myself, granted not intentionally, but I did not get beat! I wish people would stop assuming that!”

“That was the most coherent sentence I’ve gotten from you all day.” He laughed jovially, squeezing my shoulder. I snorted.

“I can’t lose my job Joe, but I can’t be around Ja–Mr. Fraser.” I stopped walking and turned to look at Joe’s face. “I’ll break every vow I’ve ever made as a physician if I continue to be one of his primary care doctors. I can’t do it. It’s become…personal. He means too much to me and I can’t lose him, but I can’t lose this job either.”

Joe smiled and nodded with a sigh, “I figured this would happen. You’re all the man talks about when I go to see him. Keeps calling you m'aingeal, and I can’t get anyone in this damned place to tell me what it means. They simply smile and have a lovesick look on their faces so I’m going to guess it’s an endearment.”

I felt my chin wobble with the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes.

“He—” I cleared my throat, “he’s called me that before. Right before I ran out of the hospital actually.”

Joe smiled jovially. “Ha! See! You won’t be losing that boy, I can guarantee that! Now, come on. You need to get dry and warm. I’ll make sure, if it’s the last thing I do that you will not only keep your job, but you will get to keep your…unprofessional relationship with the young Mr. Fraser.” He winked and pulled me back inside. Back to the warmth, pain, brutal politics, sadness, and overwhelming joy that will hopefully shape my future for the better.

Request: Helpless

Request: Could you do Deanxreader where the reader isn’t a hunter and so she stays at the bunker while the boys do their case, but one day the reader feels unsafe by herself and asks Dean to teach her how to fight?

Word Count: 943

Reminder that requests are open (and quickly emptying) so if there’s an idea you’re feeling, come and let me know<3

Everything is dark and silent – the bunker had been wrapped in the silence for days now. It always is, when Sam and Dean leave to hunt, only broken by occasional visits from an angel and/or demon. You don’t mind it – in fact, nine times out of ten, you relish it.

That is, until you wake from a dream that you can’t quite place and the only thing you know is fear; the only sound is your heart in your ears and your own rapid breaths. You’re up and out of the bed – you’re not a hunter. Never have been, likely never will be. But you know what they are, what they do – hell, you’ve been dating one of their most prolific examples for nearly two years. You know the bunker should be secure. But once too many, you’ve been exposed to danger here, which is why the sound of the door creaking and clanking sets your heart racing even further.

You lean over, and check your phone – no text from Dean, or even Sam, like you’ve had every time before. They’d be in touch – so it can’t be them. Cas and Crowley don’t use the door, and anyone else wouldn’t just show up at… four-thirty-seven-AM.

There’s a gun stashed under the bed, and a knife in a hollowed out section of the headboard around the back. You grab both – despite having no idea how to wield either – and press your back to the wall by the door, trying to listen for voices.

When none come, you can only conclude that whoever – or whatever – it is must be alone. You set the knife to the side, and punch Dean’s number into your phone, pressing it to your ear with shaking hands.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. Pick up, pick up, pick u-“

This number is unavailable. Please-“

You hang up before whatever it is out there can hear the robotic voice on the other end of the phone.

There is barely time to get your thoughts together before the door pushes open, and a tall, broad figure is upon you – and you’re running at it, gun in one hand and phone in the other.

It has you disarmed in seconds. Less. It’s all so fast that before you know it, you’re weaponless, back pressed against an unknown chest and strong arms pinning your hands to your chest.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, stop, stop. It’s me, it’s Dean.” His voice is low and rough in your ear, but he speaks rapidly and urgently – it’s enough to calm you down, at least enough to understand that you’re not in danger. Even Sam watches with a look of wide-eyes surprise, despite the obvious tiredness in his features.

“D-Dean?” He slowly releases you once he knows that you’re not about to go on the offensive again, nodding slowly.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t call. Or text. Or anything. I didn’t think it was you, I didn’t know-“ You ramble, staring at him as the panic subsides. He gives a small smile, reaching out and squeezing your hands.

“My phone died, and Sam’s kind of got destroyed. I’d have sent Cas ahead, but he’s kinda AWOL. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He gives a rueful smile, before leaning forward to kiss your forehead gently. He only lets go then, glancing back, “You mind if I go grab a snack and a shower? I’ll be with you in ten minutes, tops.”

You have to hesitate, not particularly wanting to be alone, but you don’t have any option, really, but to nod. Dean gives his brother a small nod, then ushers you carefully back into the bedroom.

“I won’t be long. I promise.”

***

It’s just over five minutes later – literally – when you hear the door open, and the bed beside you dip somewhat as Dean climbs into it. You’re not asleep – far from it – but you’re pretty good at pretending to be, while you think.

“Alright, Y/N?” He asks softly, reaching out and resting his hand on your waist – asking for permission. You don’t have to hesitate, as ever, before rolling over and curling into him, but he always asks anyway.

“I want to be able to fight.” You blurt, not answering his question. His look of surprise is nearly enough to make you retract the statement, but instead, you qualify it further, “Not… not to hunt. But to be able to defend myself. I felt – and was – completely helpless tonight, we were lucky it was a false alarm. And you know I wouldn’t leave you for the world, but being with you and Sam is dangerous. It makes sense that I can fight.”

He can’t deny it, “But you definitely don’t want to hunt?” He asks – right from day one, he’s been desperate to keep you out and away from the life, even if he can’t get you away from himself.

“No. Not to hunt. I don’t think it’s my thing.” You assure him, lifting your head to peck his lips, “But you know what I mean, Dean. And who better to teach me than you?”

He mulls it over for a moment, then looks down at you, “I wouldn’t go easy on you. Don’t expect a straight ride.”

“I wouldn’t want one.” You promise him, eager and surprised that he’s agreed, “You’re definitely okay with this? Because if you think there’s a better option…”

“No. You’re right.” He says, a sudden smile gracing his features despite the darkness surrounding the pair of you, “I’m proud of you. My Y/N. We can start a fight club.”

That makes you laugh. “Absolutely. But right now…”

“Sleep?”

“You read my mind exactly.”  

Night Terrors

@percussiongirl2017 requested- 

44- “Why are you still awake? It’s 3 in the morning.” 

50- “I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you were okay”

52- “Have you been crying?”


Your eyes blinked open, sitting up you placed a hand to your face to wipe away the tears and sweat that had been residing there. Trying to calm your rapid breathing you laid back down, the images of the nightmare fresh in your mind. Tormenting you. 

Sighing softly you stood up from your bed and walked towards your door, softly closing in behind you, you tiptoed towards Sam’s room. Breathing in you quietly opened the door only to be met with a wide awake Sam typing on his laptop, he looked towards you and furrowed his eyebrows causing you to quickly look down, avoiding eye contact.

“Y/N? Why’re you still awake? It’s three in the morning” he asked softly, you stayed quiet as you fumbled with the door knob. Sam looked at you closer, realising your eyes were red and puffy “have you been crying?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You slowly nodded your head, “I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you were okay..” you trailed off quietly, your voice barely a whisper. Sam smiled lightly and patted the spot on the bed next to him, you patted your way over to him and sat on the bed next to him, your legs stretched out. 

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, you shook your head, not wanting to re-live what you saw. “That bad, huh?” he asked causing you to nod your head, Sam curled his arm around your shoulders and you nestled your head on his shoulder. 

“You know it’s not real right? I know they’re scary, but it’s all your imagination. I’m not going anywhere, neither is Dean or Cas. Okay?” He asked, rubbing your arm in comfort. 

He noticed you didn’t respond, looking down he saw you sleeping peacefully. Smiling slightly. Sam placed his laptop on the bed side table next to him before pulling the thick blanket over the both of you. 


Groggy-REQUESTED

You hear your phone ringing. You know exactly who it is, you made the ringtone your favorite song from his old band.

“Hey babe,” you answer.

“Hey, uh, Y/N?”

“Who is this?” you snap, confused by the female voice on the other end.

“It’s Kaya, from Dylan’s-”

“Why are you calling from his phone?”

“Something happened,” her serious, sad, almost pitiful tone makes your stomach drop. You barely hear her next words.

“It was an accident, I’m not even completely sure what happened exactly. But they took him to the hospital-”

“The hospital?” you repeat dreadfully.

“Yeah-”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Kaya tries to calm you down on the other end, but you hear nothing but your own short, rapid breaths. It takes almost 10 minutes for your brain to start functioning again.

“What-what hospital is he at? How long has he been there? How badly is he hurt?” are just a few of the questions that you begin spouting.

Kaya says again how she doesn’t really know anything but she does give you an address. Immediately you grab your keys and rush to the hospital. You get there as quickly as possible and fly to the receptionist’s desk.

“Hi I’m here for Dylan O'Brien, can you tell me where he is?”

“I’m sorry, we cannot give out personal information.”

“But I’m his-”

“Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice shout.

“Oh my god, thank god,” you say as you run to hug Julia.

“Hey Y/N, we’re all over here. He just got out of surgery, the doctors say he’ll be fine-” she says walking you into his room where his parents and a few friends are waiting.

“Hi honey,” his mom greets, wrapping you into another O’Brien hug, “he just woke up and he’s asking for you. He’s a little groggy, but we’ll give you the room for a few minutes.”

You wait as patiently and politely as you can outside the door as people leave his room. As soon as everyone has piled out, you rush to Dylan’s bedside.

“Dylan,” you say breathlessly. 

He looks at you dreamily, definitely still feeling the medication the doctors pumped through him. “Hi,” is all he manages, taking you in.

He looks so small and fragile lying in the hospital bed. It scares you how weak he appears.

“I was so worried,” you cry, tears streaming down your face.

His eyes are closed, but he squeezes your hand when he says, “It’s allll good. I’m great. The docs really know their stuff here.”

You laugh, but it doesn’t sound like your normal laugh. This laugh is mixed with too many tears to be recognizable to you.

This time when Dylan speaks, his eyes are open, trying very hard to focus on you, “Babe I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, tears still rolling but forcing a smile. “Get some rest, you must be tired. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Good,” he smiles blissfully, already falling asleep. 

I Thought You Were Different: Book 3 (Part 14/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 13

You woke the next morning like you had done so many times before; in Steve’s arms, burning hot because he couldn’t keep his furnace-like metabolism on his own side of the bed, the light of day peeking through the curtains just enough to pierce through your closed lids and force you awake.  For just a split second, you forgot where you were, jolting up from his grip in a flash of panic.  It had happened every day that you were gone after you were allowed control of your own mind again, and you had hoped that being in your own home would have spared you this.  When you rested your head to your pillow last night, and Steve’s arms were holding you with a resolve to not let you go, you had believed that the paralyzing fear would be gone.

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Hope (Remus)

You looked at your report with a completely sunken feeling. The word “fail” staring down at you like a disappointed mother, remind you of the pile of papers in your dorm room with the same blood-red spelling the same gut-wrenching word. 
As soon as the bell rang you sprinted through the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, slamming your bag on the floor and breaking down into a panic attack of tears. They streamed down your face and you although you could have sworn you’d cried as many tears as there is water in the Black Lake they seemed to just keep coming. Sinking into one of the squashy arm chairs you buried your head into your knees, your breathing rapid and uneven and your brain felt like a whirl wind tornado, destroying everything in sight. Your knees stuck to your chest and your face covered in splotches of tears was how Remus found you when he entered the room. ‘Y/n?!’ He said, immediately dropping his bag onto the floor and running towards you. ‘Hey, hey.’ He said softly, sinking beside you and wrapping his arm around you. ‘What’s up?’ 
You shook your head. Mostly because you didn’t want to tell him why you were crying and also because you couldn’t speak due to the water leaking from your eyes and you were breathing so hard that it was difficult to make any noise. ‘Just breathe.’ Remus said and you almost laughed because that was something you were doing a little bit too much at the time. If anything you needed to stop breathing for a second as it felt like your body was about to expand like a balloon from all the oxygen. However it did help and you took a few deep breaths before shaking your head once more. ‘It’s so dumb.’ You managed to say. ‘No it’s not.’ Remus replied without missing a beat. 
‘You don’t even know what it is, you can’t say that.’ You replied, wiping your face with your sleeve. ‘Well it’s obviously making you upset so it’s important. Please tell me.’ 
You swallowed hard and noticed your throat was a bit sore. ‘Okay.’ You croaked. You turned to him and opened your mouth when the portrait hole opened and an erruption of noise and chatter interrupted you. ‘Aye there he is, lads!’ James cried, walking into the common room with such swagger someone would assume that this was his childhood home. ‘We’ve been looking bloody everywhere for you two.’ Sirius said, ‘We thought you were getting it on in the bathroom-’ 
‘Guys!’ Remus cried, ‘Can you get the hell out!’ The marauders stopped laughing. ‘Alright mate no need to yell.’ Peter said, pushing up his sleeves. 
‘We’re in the middle of something.’ Remus said, lowering his voice. ‘So get out. I’ll see you guys later.’ James, Sirius and Peter shrugged and picked up their stuff, ‘Whatever. Later.’ James said, shutting the door behind him, leaving you and Remus in quiet peace once more. ‘Sorry.’ Remus apologised. ‘What were you going to say?’ You smiled through the tears that were still falling down your face. ‘Um. I’ve -uh- been failing all of my papers.’ You said, which made you start to sob once more. ‘And I’ve just been trying so damn hard but nothing I do is working and it feels like life is falling apart piece by piece and I can’t do it anymore.’ You cried, looking away from Remus because through the tears you were embarrassed to be telling him this. ‘Hey don’t say that!’ Remus said, ‘School and assignments and grades don’t matter in the long run!’
‘Yes they do-’
‘No! They don’t.’ He said seriously. ‘Because you’re smart-yes you are!’ He said, seeing the look on your face. ‘And McGonagall and Dumbledore and every other teacher in this school will give you great references. I promise you. And before then, I’ll help you study. Heck, I’ll make a polyjuice potion and do all your tests for you.’ He cried, making you laugh. ‘But everything is okay, I promise you. You’ll get through school and in ten years from now you’ll look back on this and laugh.’
‘You promise?’ You said, looking up at him.
‘I promise.’ He said, kissing you on the top of the head. ‘In ten years we’ll be sitting in a house with our twelve kids and farm and we’ll laugh so hard that tears will come. In fact in ten years you’ll look exactly as you do now.’ He said, referencing to your eyes which were still glassed over. ‘Twelve kids, huh?’ You said, sniffing. ‘More or less.’ Remus winked.
‘Thank you.’ You said, bringing back the serious tone. Remus nodded, kissing your forehead again. ‘It’s my job.’  A noise coming from the window made you both look towards in time to see a stone fly up and make the same noise as it collided with the glass. A few more and you sighed. ‘You should go, your men need their leader.’ You said. 
‘I am not their leader.’ Remus laughed. 
‘Yeah well where would they be without you?’ 
‘Honestly it scares me to think about.’ He grinned. ‘But they can wait.’ He cuddled you into him. ‘I love you. You’re going to be okay.’ He whispered. You smiled, feeling your eyes well up again. 
‘Yeah I hope so.’ 

6

GOLDGRAVES Post-Movie AU

‘It wasn’t him… he wouldn’t do such terrible things to me… he wouldn’t… the Director would never have been so cruel… Graves would never be so cruel…’

Tina struggled to remind herself that Percival Graves was not the man who sentenced her to execution. He was not the one to strike out with spells while essentially calling her nuisance. That wasn’t him… and yet the knowledge of those facts didn’t keep any of the nightmares away. Far too many nights were spent waking up in terror and heartbreak. Skin clammy, drenched in sweat, breathing rapid from fear and anguish.

It was impossible for him not to notice the way she flinched a slightly each time he so much as offered her a piece of paperwork. That Tina watched him with hesitance and just a tint of fear, and the bags beneath her eyes were evident as well. The bastard had put the poor woman through hell while using his face to do it… It was admirable the way she tried to push past her demons to keep helping him however she could. Be it grabbing a fresh cup of coffee from Graves or making certain he’d had lunch that day. Even so that anxiety rolled off the usually steadfast woman in waves, and it left him adrift with not a clue how to begin to repair this damage.

But if either of them wanted to start moving forward in their own lives… they needed to help each other. Sometimes to heal scars and fight demons having assistance is the best way to make ones way through the dark.

21. Part 5

Robyn is completely naked and kneeling at my feet, her mouth inches away from my dick. Her saliva mixed in with my cum dripped down from the head of my length, I can feel her warm, rapid breath tickling my skin. After getting my way, well practically begging Robyn she obliged and let me tie her up, she is all mine. Robyn did agree to anything goes sex, so here I am reaping my reward. With her arms clasped behind her back and head tilted to the side, Robyn stared up into my eyes, my naked body towering over her. Stroking my full length just staring at Robyn, besides the sound of our rapid breathing, the room is silent. Silent and mostly dark. Moving my hand away from my length, grabbing Robyn’ chin “open” I demanded, watching her stick her tongue out before opening her mouth wide enough for me to slide the head of my dick back in.

She hummed out a moan as I filled her mouth, she used the smooth flat of her tongue to please me, lapping it around the head. I thrust my hips forward, slowly inching my dick deeper into her warm mouth. I let out a loud groan and almost imploded when Robyn hummed out another moan against my dick. The vibrations coming deep from the back of her throat and traveling to the centre of her mouth, tingling around my dick. Our eyes were still locked together while Robyn completely worshiped my dick with her mouth, her lips tugged on my dick while her tongue flickered along the tip right down to the base. She placed her tongue against the roof of her mouth before pushing it forward and gently sucking down “fuck” I mumbled, her mouth feels so good.

Slowly pulling back she allowed my dick to slip from her lips and dangle in front of her, moving her neck around she placed light kisses along my length until she reached the base. Her tongue briefly licked my base before her mouth claimed my balls. My breathing was becoming ragged, my heart was a beat away from exploding out of my chest. My blood is boiling at the feel of Robyn’ tongue pressed against my balls, Robyn’ mouth has so many talents. Digging my toes into the carpeted flooring I stood on, I groaned out her name again. Robyn ran the tip of her curled tongue along the underside of my dick until she reached the head and took him into her mouth again. Both of my hands cupped the side of her face, holding her head in place as I rocked forward, thrusting myself deeply into her mouth. I clenched my eyes shut and my mouth fell open in a daze, my head dropped forward and my knees went weak as I came into her mouth.

My dick pulsating in her mouth, she stretched open her jaw wider, allowing me in deeper. Thrusting myself towards the back of her throat at a faster speed “man, fuck! Ahhh shit” I froze at the action as every bit of my cum left me and into her mouth, breathing out slowly. I moved my hands away from Robyn’ face, I slowly pulled my dick out of her mouth. Robyn closed her mouth “come on now, swallow my babies” stepping back, she looks like she is about to spit. Robyn swallowed and opened her mouth “being a good girl for daddy” I grinned “always daddy” Robyn smiled saying before stretching her sore jaw.

Robyn is still on her knees with her legs spread open wide enough to give me a clear view of her smooth sex. The seductive grin on her swollen lips, clasping my hand around her arm, I yanked Robyn up, she stood with her nipples pressed against my chest. Pressing my lips against hers, I lifted her chin and placed my hands around her neck. Moving down as I kissed down to her jawline, running my tongue up the side of her neck, teasing her ear with my teeth. Nibbling on her lobe before taking her completely by surprise. Grasping my fingers around her waist, flipping her upside down. Robyn yelped as I held her mid-air, buried my face between her legs. With my arms wrapped tightly around her midsection, I slowly walked towards the bed, licking her from one end of her centre to the other. Careful not to fall or trip over an object on the floor, I slowed my steps down while teasing her opening with my tongue before setting her down on her stomach in the middle of my bed. I jerked her waist towards me so that her ass was now pointed and arched up in the air.

Robyn rested her head on the covers, running my fingers down the curve of her spine, I grazed her cheeks with my fingernails once I got to her ass. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I moaned blissfully at the sight in front of me. Her pussy was purring for attention and the way her sex glistened from behind, waiting for my length to pound inside of her, it made my knees buckle. Running my fingers across her ass, I brought my hand up and smacked her left cheek before repeating the same action with her right. A slight whimper slipped from Robyn’ lips, I roughly pressed my hands over her sex, rubbing my fingers against her sensitive centre. Her whole body curved towards me when I slid two fingers inside of her tight, wet core. Stroking in and out of her “Ahhh” Robyn moaned, rotating her sex on my fingers. Her walls clenched around me and her juices spilled down my hand.

Running his hand across my ass one last time Chris stood up and grabbed my tied up arms, pulling me towards him “Chris!” I gasped when he picked me up, I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands clasped the bottom of my ass, my nipples grazed his bare chest and our lips pressed together, tongues flickering in each other’s mouths as he carried me out of the bedroom. Breaking the kiss “What you doing?” I said in a whisper, he ignored me and continued on licking my jaw line, I am stuck with tied up arms.

Chris set me down on my feet before bending me over against the kitchen table “anything goes, I locked Liana’ bedroom door for now” my eyes widened “you really did that!?” I spat “we are bad parents Chris” I can’t believe he locked her in the room “just don’t think” he shushed me and moved towards the freezer. Watching him open the freezer door, he pulled out the tray of ice cubes and set them on the counter. Emptying the tray in a bowl, he closed the freezer and walked back over to me. Watching his manhood swinging side to side, biting on my bottom lip.

I gripped my fingers together when he let the cold water drip down the crack of my ass, clenching my eyes shut feeling Chris caress the lips of my sex with the ice cube. Feeling him place an ice cube at my opening, my legs shook as I squealed and wobbled around the ice. Spreading my cheeks apart, Chris dipped his tongue in and licked me from the back of my ass to the front of my pussy. My juices running freely down his tongue “shit!” I shuddered, my legs went completely weak and I pressed the weight of my body on the table to hold me up. Still in ecstasy but hearing one of the kitchen chairs being moved, looking behind me Chris set it next to him. Finding balance on my feet again, I shook my ass back towards him.

“Christopher…!” I murmured, Chris smoothed the back side of his hand against me before gripping his dick and setting his foot down on the chair next to him. Using his hand to stroke his dick a few times, Chris angled himself above me and sunk deep into me. My walls gripped and snugged him tightly, I squeezed my warmth around his dick and Chris forcefully bucked inside of me “I always feel in heaven” he said thrusting into me, my moans urging him on. He began pounding into me like a jackhammer, running his hands all across my body. His right hand found its place around the back of my neck, his fingers forming around my nape, while his other hand smacked my cheeks, making my ass jiggle.

He rammed into me at full speed, one powerful toe curling, lip biting, eye rolling stroke after another. His balls slapped against my sex, I was experiencing the kind of pleasure I didn’t know existed. Every nerve inside of me was alive and I didn’t know how long my body could last, my yells and moans were beginning to falter, my voice slipping away from me as Chris slammed into me. Slowing down his strokes almost completely, Chris tiredly thrust into me at a slow pace. He spread my ass apart and then picked up a little speed, with one final stroke before catching me off guard and pounded into me fast and hard. One, two three slow strokes then boom one long hard thrust. He continued to fuck me like this until my muscles clenched and I let out an ear piercing scream, creaming around him. Chris jolted into me one last time before spilling into me, with a loud grunt Chris fell forward against the back of me, pressing his body against mine.

Breathing heavily as Chris’ movements came to a complete halt, that was so amazing but I feel so numb right now. Feeling Chris move back from me “untie me” I mumbled, Chris yanked me up which caused me to gasp. Resting my head back on his shoulder, breathing heavily still. Feeling Chris playing around with my tied up hands, feeling my arms become free “don’t move, I am so tired” I told him, Chris chuckled “I can tell” he said, attempting to move my legs I wobbled, my weak body fell against the table. Feeling Chris hold my waist “woah there, come on you” Chris swept me off my feet, placing my arms around his neck “thank you so much, this should tie me down. I know we did it a lot” Chris said, he is so sweet “oh I am just lazy Chris, I feel on cloud nine. Thank you for this wonderful night baby but please unlock Liana’ door” I said as we got upstairs “I’ll do it now” Chris laughed, he is so bad for doing that.

The feeling of being in bed “Oh Chris, I love this bed. Why is everything so nice here” sighing out, Chris got into bed next to me “you can buy this bed off me, I will sell it you” shuffling closer to him “whatever, you smell like sex" I told him while cuddling my face into his chest “you smell like sex” he retorted “I smell like you” lazily Chris ran his finger across my belly button while I laid content with my ear pressed against his chest, listening to the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat “I want to keep this smell forever so I can be close to you, so close to you” pressing a kiss lightly to his chest “I will miss you so much” Chris wrapped his arms around me “I will miss you too Robyn, those hotel rooms are the loneliest things to be in. Especially when I have my family here in LA but it was coming, I was due for this tour” Chris sighed out “be strong though, when you go home. When you look at your phone just don’t let them get to you, they are evil and will bring up everything I have done to you. Sucks I can’t be around but call me, if things get too much then please call me. Still worries me you had that little set back, you make me worry” closing my eyes slowly, I can’t help it “I won’t let them poison my mind” look at my baby worrying about me.

Sinister and Rotten

(I wrote a smutty one-shot fic for Vampire!Vanoss and Delirious and this is what happens when I don’t sleep when I’m supposed to.)

Word Count: 3,298

Jonathan enjoys the sinful things in life such as indulging in gay porn and is in fear of his family relations regarding his sexual orientation so he frequents a church to rid himself of sin. However he encounters a handsome devil that makes the temptation so much worse.

NSFW

Sex, Swearing, Blood/Gore.

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She doesn’t notice when Draco leaves. But she knows when he comes back – can feel his weight settle beside her on the green silk of the bed sheets, can hear the rapid shuffles of his breath. And she turns over, torrents of ice spiking her veins as she takes in the pale of his face and the circles under his eyes.

Things are different now.

He doesn’t have to say it. But there’s an unnatural redness creeping from beneath the cuffs of his button down shirt and a glassy look on his face and she knows with a terrible amount of certainty what has changed.

Her hand creeps out, inching towards his forearm. “Did he…?” She sucks in a breath, watching as he tentatively rolls up his sleeves, fingers shaking.

It’s stark. A black skull etched onto white skin.

It’s a thunder strike. An ink snake curling through the skull’s open mouth.

It’s a death sentence.

never get comfortable with mental illness
it is not your friend
it is a force you must fight
I know the heat is like home
burning embers on your flesh and
you know you’re alive but
you can’t let it consume
all the crevices of you because
there is life where water runs
cool across your feet
rapid and royal it
breathes life into your bones
unlike this smoke that smothers you
like wool on a warm night.
never get comfortable with mental illness
or it’ll steal your soul when
you least suspect it so
seek the light
brave like morning
bursting through darkness and
hold on for the new
if the sun can do it
so can you.

- Ashley Dun

Problems with Brachycephalic Dog Breeds

Everyone is familiar with Brachycephalic dog breeds, it includes the English Bulldog, French Bulldog, Pug, Pekingese, Brussels Griffon, Lhasa Apso, Shih Tzu, Boxer, Boston Terrier, Cavalier King Charles, Japanese Spaniel (or Japanese Chin), and Bull Mastiff. Basically it is any dog breed that has been bred to have flat round faces with minimal space for their palate and eye sockets, especially in the smaller Brachycephalic breeds. There is also a deformation in the respiratory tract, teeth, middle ear, and brain.

(Bulldog, 1900-1960-Today)

Why is being Brachycephalic an issue? 

The main problem is that the dog cannot breathe. This also means they have a hard time controlling their body temperature and can easily over-heat. Brachycephalic Airway Syndrome is common in these dogs, obviously due to their head structure. Symptoms include snoring, rapid breathing, a snoring-like noise when breathing while awake, frequent panting, and physical collapse. They will also typically breathe with their mouth open rather than through their nose, because they simply cannot breathe through their nose. Sometimes their soft palate may need to be surgically trimmed because it is so elongated. The dogs head shape gives them marrow nasal passages and all of these symptoms can worsen with obesity and exercise, which lead right into one another. The dog cannot do much physical activity, and thus may become obese if their food isn’t properly regulated, and then they have more symptoms. The brachycephalic dog’s windpipe is often narrowed, sometimes to a dangerous extent, and must be checked before the dog has any surgery. Because of all these obstructions, the dogs cannot cool down even with panting. Panting works by air passing over the tongue and the blood inside is efficiently cooled and circulated. It is so much harder for these dogs to pant that the dogs will often over-heat.

That’s not the end of it. With their head shape also comes eye problems since the sockets are shallow meaning their eyes can POP OUT OF THE SOCKET from even a minor blow to the back of the head. You read that right, their eyes can come straight out of their skull and need to be surgically put back. This can also happen if the dog pulls too hair on the leash and strains itself on the collar, which is why harnesses are recommended. The eyes are sometimes so large that the lids cannot close properly leading to the eyes drying out unless there is surgery to correct it. More eyelid problems includes abnormal tear drainage and the eyelashes rolling inward into the eyes. Again, surgery can fix this.

Since there is the same number of teeth in Brachycephalic dogs as there are in other dogs (42) that means there is less room for them to grow since the jaw is so short. The teeth will typically grow at odd angels and lead to periodontal disease very early in life. Skin fold infections are also common.

How can we help Brachycephalic dog breeds?

If you are interested in a dog just because of its looks, stop and think for a second. Brachycephalic dogs will often rack up hearty vet bills due to their health problems. If you cannot afford these bills you will either have a suffering/dead animal or be forced to give it up. You can help these dogs by not getting one if you are not familiar with the problems they can have. Never adopt an animal until you have done research on it.

Don’t influence the breeding of these dogs by buying them form pet stores or breeders. Adopt one from a shelter that is fixed and needs a home. Did you know that 25% of dogs in shelters are purebred? That goes for all dog breeds. You’ll eventually find the breed you are looking for, but again do not adopt the dog if you are not ready for the vet bills (this goes for any animal though).