gently sobbing as i go off to bed

I did the prompt

So this is for my previous post about everyone pinning for lance.

Ps: trigger warning. This does hint at possible rape.

-lance is an omega.
-everyone else in the war is an alpha.
-lance didn’t know this or think it was important so he didn’t find the need to tell anyone that he was an omega on suppressants due to the garrison.
-everyone eventually finds out because his body has gotten used to the suppressants so his scent leaks.
-everyone was cool at first. Other than a few worries about an omega fighting a war.
-the first real sign was when voltron had invaded a galra base.
-haggar just happened to be there and attacked lance first.
-then she got a whiff of his scent after tackling him.
-it went down hill from there. With haggar trying to scent him and eventually mate him. And the team (mostly Shiro and Keith) almost killing her yelling “MINE! My omega!Mine” (also mostly Keith and Shiro)
-this resulted in lance being a curled up crying mess because he was scared.
-it didn’t help much that Keith and Shiro didn’t stop and then started prowling towards him. Growling like animals looking like they will either rape or kill him.
- pidge and hunk manage to fight them off until alura and coran get there.
-cue angry uncle coran who is also an alpha and about ready to kill the three who attacked lance.
-things only get worse as they save Matt and he starts trying to court lance like the others have been.
-and then during battles lottor, haggar, and zarkon are all trying to get him into bed whether he wants it or not!
-then they have a meeting with the blade and they all try to bed lance. Only this time very few were trying against his will.
-cue stressed, confused, and scared lance who ends up hiding away in corans room who seems to be the only one who doesn’t want to get into lances pants!
-Coran guards the door and doesn’t let anyone in. AT. ALL. He also cuddles with lance whenever lance wants land lance lets him scent him so that they are officially family. (No romantic or sexual attraction. Just a common need to have family.)
-the team eventually manage to get into the room where lance is.
-he is scared shitless and is sitting in the corner crying and shaking.
-Shiro comes closer and try’s to get lance to look at them. He puts his hand on lances cheek and lance turns his head to where the hand is covering his mouth.
-as Shiro goes to reposition his hand in order to not muffle the poor thing something strange and painfully stings his hand. He lets out a cry and brings his hand to his chest.
-there on his hand is a very dusting bite mark. Lance bit him.
-and then lance gets up and just books it.
-but the door is blocked by hunk.
- “lance calm down!”
-“lance it’s ok!”
-stay away from me! Get off! STOP IT! CORAN!“ And then a soft whisper of “help”
-when he gets pinned to sit on the floor and thinks it’s over. I’m gonna gat used by a bunch of alphas. I’m gonna lose my virginity. I don’t want this.
-but then arms gently wrap around him from all angles. Exactly six pairs. And they do nothing more
-“you-you aren’t going to bed me? Why aren’t you breeding me?” It’s barely a whisper but it’s there. Through sobs and hiccups.
-“lance it’s ok. I’m so sorry for all that we did before. We aren’t going to rape you. I can’t account for the galea but the blade won’t either. It’s just we got exited about having an omega and we scared you. And I’m so sorry for everything.” Shiro whispers into lances ear and lance starts to calm down.
-“I personally promise that if anyone try’s anything on you they will be dead before they can get to the punchline. Unless of course you approve and it isn’t one sided or forced.”
Keith smirks into lances neck.
-the rest of the team apologizes and lance slowly starts to relax and purr.
-this of course turns into one big team cuddle pile and coran joins in eventually so it’s all great. (Matt counts as team now)
-at the next blade meeting everyone apologizes. And lance notices the scared looks of the members. Along with the stern looks from Thace, Shiro, and Keith.
-at the end of the meeting thace personally apologizes to lance and even got on his knees to beg for forgiveness.
-this drew a quiet giggle from lance who covered his mouth and blushed.
-then he very timidly asks thace if he could hug him.
-which thace agrees to very quickly and they hug while lance purring.
-(thace had to bend down considerably and lance eventually lets him pick him up)
-so in the end everyone is still attracted to lance but doesn’t do anything without permission and never pushes.
-also lots of cuddles from lance for everyone.

So yeah some one write a fic and make sure i know about it so I can read it. Also shout out to @mutantgurl

I had a dream that you died last night
and when I woke up
I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t think I had to find you so I could know it wasn’t true

I found you in the office, quietly tapping away
You turned around at the sound of my sobs
and barely had time to register my body being thrown into your lap
crashing into you like I’ve always done

You gently pet my hair and walked me back to bed
tucking me in and turning the light off
easing my troubled mind

I don’t know what I’d do without you.
I just don’t.

So I’m glad you’re still here
and I’m glad you’re still breathing
and I’m glad you’re still mine
because I don’t know how I’d go on with you leaving

In fact,
it might be fair to say that I couldn’t.

And who would have thought that someone like me
would find a love like that?

—  cut scene: “in my dream you stopped breathing and i almost did too”
three weeks early (3)

this is probably the worst time for this bc of the video but why not

thanks @illuminateeshawn for the help


all you could remember before everything went black was that your little girl wasn’t crying, which wasn’t good at all, and the herd of doctors telling you not to fall asleep all while shawn was standing behind them, scared that he may lose his baby and his wife. and then it all faded to darkness. you couldn’t help it, you tried not to fall into unconsciousness, but it happened too fast.

you stirred, touching your head, wincing as you did and soon enough the memories of earlier came flooding back to you. your baby didn’t make it. after everything you did to have a successful pregnancy and a healthy baby, she didn’t make it. you began to think that maybe, just maybe if you didn’t go and greet fans outside the venue, she wouldn’t have come early and you would have your little girl with you on time. if only you had listened to shawn, none of this could be happening. but the nurse did say it was her umbilical cord, so was it their fault for not catching it sooner? you didn’t even want to think about how shawn was feeling right now. did he blame himself? was he sitting outside in tears seeking the comfort of his parents? did he blame you for not listening to him?

looking around your room that was once full of joy as you and shawn waited to welcome your baby into the world, was now sad and grey. the sun that shone through the white blinds yesterday was now grey, gloomy and rainy. there was nobody in here with you, not even shawn, which alarmed you. your eyes started to water as you glanced down at your noticeably smaller belly, knowing that the little human in there was gone. she wasn’t in the crib where she should be, or the nursery, or even in shawn’s arms. she would never get to experience life, shawn wouldn’t get to spoil her rotten (even though he said he wouldn’t), and the thought alone brought you to uncontrollable tears. you couldn’t keep it in anymore, you let the tears flow freely and you didn’t even try to stop them. the fact that you were alone hurt too, you needed someone, you needed family, you needed shawn. weren’t couples supposed to grieve together at a time like this? where was he? you noticed he already removed all the baby things out of the room, her carseat, her clothes, even the little toys shawn’s family brought.

letting out an aggravated scream, you finally decide to get let it all out. “no,” was all you could say over and over and over until someone came in the room.

“mrs mendes,” a nurse burst through the door, “mrs mendes are you okay?” she rushed over to you, checking your vitals and head and iv all while you were sobbing uncontrollably. she asked you generic questions like ‘how are you feeling?’ and ‘how long have you been awake?’ all which you did not answer. you were beyond mad at the nurse, the same nurse who didn’t notice earlier that something was wrong with your child. it was her fault. her fault that your life had completely taken a turn for the worse.

“my baby is gone and all you can ask is how long i’ve been up?” you sobbed, “you didn’t catch it sooner! she could still be here if it wasn’t for you!” you clutched the pillow to your face and screamed again. no matter how many times you screamed, yelled, cursed, or threw things, it didn’t change the fact that she was gone, no matter how much you wished it did.
“mrs mendes what-” the nurse started, but you cut her off before you could finish.

“don’t say anything! there is nothing you could say to make this situation any better! can you bring her back? no.” you yelled as she removed the pillow from your strong grip. you balled your fists in attempt to keep the slightest bit calm, but failed when she tried to put her hand on your shoulder. you harshly pulled away, wincing at the pain from moving too fast. you had forgotten about the pain up until now, you had been too consumed in the loss of your baby to think about physical pain. the doctor rushes in next, trying to calm you down but it didn’t work. all you wanted right now was the comfort from your husband, the only one who knows how you’re feeling right now.

they tried to stop you as you slid out of the bed in search for shawn, they held you back but you pulled away, not caring if you were too weak right now.

“y/n just stay put, we’ll call shawn for you.” the doctor said, exiting the room with the nurse following behind him. as soon as they left, you were on your feet, but as fast as it took for you to stand, you were on the floor. you fell with a loud thud, you legs giving out on you the second your feet touched the floor. you cried as you were unable to get back up, you were too weak.

“y/n!” the voice of your husband called as he rushed into the room, swiftly picking you up bridal style as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“my baby’s gone shawn, she’s gone!” you cried, “she’s gone,” your voice was down to a whisper as he gently set you down on the bed, even shawn was unable to comfort you. “she’s gone.” you clung to him as he tried to talk, but your loud sobs cut him off every time.

“y/n, she’s-”

“i don’t want to hear it shawn,” you cried, finally letting go of shawn. you watched as he walked out of the room again, not saying a word. the tears didn’t stop, in fact they continued as he walked out of the room, leaving you alone yet again. he reappeared seconds later, this time with a small pink bundle in his arms. your eyes widened at the sight, you pressed both hands to your mouth, your tears of sadness quickly becoming tears of joy.

“y/n,” he whispered, gently taking the pink blanket off her and setting her on your chest. “meet ava aaliyah mendes. our daughter.” you sobbed of happiness, clutching the little girl further into your chest.

“hi babygirl,” you whispered, softly running your finger over her tiny features. “it’s so nice to meet the little girl who’s been kicking me for 9 months.” shawn smiled at the two of you, his two beautiful girls. “it wasn’t exactly nine, she’s early.” he said, sitting next to you on the bed and lightly kissing your cheek before turning his attention back to his girl. “she’s beautiful,” you say, kissing the tip of her little nose, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. she looked too peaceful to be woken.

“of course she’s beautiful, she’s almost a spitting image of you. except she has my eyes.” shawn said, smiling at the baby and then at you. “i can’t believe you thought she didn’t make it.” he chuckled.

“i passed out before she cried, i thought she didn’t make it. you weren’t even here when i woke up, it was a disaster.” you said, “and to make it worse the nurse was being annoying and all the stuff we brought isn’t in here anymore.”

ava squirmed in her sleep, letting out the smallest whimper. you cooed at the sight, unstrapping the top of your hospital gown and setting her on the newly exposed skin of your chest. “It’s okay baby,” you said before she started crying, quickly putting her back in her peaceful sleeping state.

“i brought all the stuff into the recovery room, where you were supposed to go but you passed out so they had to bring you back here. my parents and aaliyah are there still, they can’t get enough of her.” he whispered, his attention still on the baby. he rested his hand on her back, his large hand being about twice her size.

“how’d they like her name?” you yawned. you two decided to make her middle name aaliyah, considering you also chose her to be the godmother which she didn’t know yet.

“liyah cried,” shawn laughed. “she held her more than i did to be honest with you.”

“does she know?” you asked, hoping shawn didn’t ask her to be the godmother without you there.

“no, i thought you could be the one to ask her.” he said, taking the baby from you and placing her so her head was resting on his shoulder. “she’s so small,” he cooed. “she’s my entire world, both of you are.” you let your head rest on his other shoulder and you felt him press a quick kiss to the top of your head then doing the same to ava.

you smiled, enjoying this time alone with your now family of three. you couldn’t be happier.

BTS Reaction To You Hugging Them During An Argument

Thanks for the request! I’m having some Grey’s Anatomy related feels right now and I needed something to get my mind off of pRESTON BURKE DOING CHRISTINA DIRTY. imokay

-K <3

Rap Monster//

When you hug him, he’s slightly taken back by your actions and contemplates pushing you away, but quickly realizes that the argument was dumb and instantly hugs you back. 

“Honey, fighting over what the spare room should be turned into is really dumb and immature. I’m glad we’re resolving this and not going to bed angry at each other. I love you.”

(pretend you’re jungkook LMAO)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Hobi instantly starts to sob and holds you so tightly. He hates fighting with you but sometimes his anger gets the best of him. He gently rocks you in his arms and strokes your hair and sprinkles kisses across your cheeks and lips.

“God. I can’t let my anger get the best of me. You don’t deserve to be yelled at.”

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok


Oh boy. Jimin isn’t the most cuddly when he’s mad. He gently pushes you off of him and storms off. He knows you were trying to be nice, but he’s the type that needs to talk things out and not just jump to affection first. You two make up later and hug it out.

“I get you want everything to be okay, sweetie, but you can’t just cut me off like that. I don’t like it.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jin is a little bit like Jimin. He holds you by your upper arm and pushes you back a little, still holding onto you. He speaks to you softly, looking into your eyes.

“Y/N, I love you, but we need to sort things out like an adult. We can cuddle after, okay?

Originally posted by jiminahhh


Yoongi is a man who doesn’t enjoy fights, so he hugs you for a while before he talks out the rest of the argument with you.

“I love holding you baby, but now we gotta finish what we started.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Tears prick at his eyes as he holds you and whispers apologies in your ear since he was the one who started to yell at you for breaking a clock. You hugging him calmed him down and made him notice how he could of been spending the time he spent yelling at you loving you instead.

“I love you I love you I love you I love you.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Jungkook would hug you back, but he has so much more to say but he doesn’t know how to since he hasn’t been in many fights before. He would randomly say things he wanted to say later on though.

Originally posted by sugutie

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request: 1 and 20 from the prompt list!
1. Can you just back off?
20. I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye color.

part two part three

— word count: 1,314
— warnings: swearing

The room feels so silent even though you can hear Shawn speaking. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your arms are crossed over your chest.

“Shawn, that’s not fair. You know that!”

“I don’t know anymore, (Y/n).” He runs his hands through his hair.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Are you seriously going to believe a company that’s know for lying, and has even spread false information about you, over me?”

“I’m not sure what I should believe these days. There’s so much going on and-“

“That’s bullshit. You’ve known me for years. We’re engaged, Shawn! Engaged! And you are still taking their word over mine. You know me. You know this isn’t something I would do.”

Shawn shifts his weight and you stare at him, your blood boiling.

“That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t do something like this. It doesn’t mean a fucking thing.”

“Oh, fuck you, Shawn! It means everything! You are my damn fiancé and that means more than what a bullshit paparazzi says. You should hang off of every word that falls from my lips.”

“I do. I just don’t know what to do right now.”

“It shouldn’t even be a debate,” you rest your hands on your hips. “I’m the one you should believe. I am.” You point to yourself.

“And quite frankly, Shawn, I don’t know what is going on with you lately. It’s like you’ve completely checked out and I don’t even know you anymore. Do you even know my fucking eye color?”

“Of course I do!” He runs his hands through his hair, and grips it in his fingers.

You cover your eyes, “Then what color are they?”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” You shrug, your eyes still covered.

“They’re blue.”

You uncover your eyes and stare at him, “I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye color. I was literally looking at you seconds before I covered them up.”

“Why does me not knowing your eye color have anything to do with what we were talking about?” He rests his hands on his hips.

“It’s not even about just that anymore, Shawn. You’ve been a really shitty fiancé lately and you know it.”

“Actually, no I don’t know it.”

“That’s fucking rich. Of course you don’t see a problem.”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

You shake your head and storm off towards the front door, grabbing your coat and phone on the way out.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Out.” You reply before slamming the door behind you.

You walk down the sidewalk, biting your lip and twirling the ring on your finger. You didn’t understand why Shawn didn’t believe you. It wasn’t even a credible source. It was just so frustrating.

After a while of walking around, you make your way back home to find all the lights off and Shawn asleep in bed. You set your phone down on the bedside table and plug it in. You shrug your coat off, letting it fall to the floor before you change. You stare down at the bed for a moment, watching as Shawn’s chest rises and falls at a steady pace as he slept. You climb in bed and lie with your back facing Shawn. As soon as you settle in, Shawn moves to wrap an arm around you and props himself up.

“(Y/n), baby…I’m sorry.”

You turn your head towards him and nod slightly.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Can you just back off? I have every right to be like this.” You say, just wanting to go to sleep and forget about this.

“Okay that’s true, but what would you have done in my place? The pictures looked so real and it just all seemed so real.” He continues.

“I would’ve believed you. That’s what I would’ve done. And it shouldn’t seem real if you really trust me.”

You shrug him off of you and move away from him.

“(Y/n), come on. You never know.”

You stand up and run your hands through your hair.

“Yeah, Shawn. You do know. You should know me well enough to know I would never do anything like that. Ever.”

“(Y/n), you aren’t being fair. You-“

“I’m not being fair? That’s fucking hilarious.” You shake your head, “You know what? Fuck you, Shawn. I’m not gonna do this anymore. Not tonight.”

You throw a pair of jeans on and grab your phone, slipping it in your back pocket.

“Now, where are you going?” He asks, sitting up.

“I don’t know. I really don’t I’ll figure something out.” You mutter as you pack a bag.

Shawn protests your leaving, but you ignore him. Once you have your things together you stand in the doorway and look at him.

“You know, at first I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I mean, you’ve been busy with your album and all. You’ve been working, you don’t know what I’ve been up to, but the more I thought about it and added more factors, I realized it made absolutely no fucking sense. Once you come to your fucking senses, then we can talk.”


“Bye, Shawn.”

You walk out of the room, immediately starting to cry once he couldn’t see you anymore. You slip your ring off and leave it on the table by the front door before walking out and closing the door behind you. You pull your phone out and call your mom, trying to stop crying enough to talk to her.

“Hey…mom? Can you come pick me up?….No…mom, I’ll tell you later…just please, come get me.”

Once she agrees to come get you, you hang up and put your phone away.

“(Y/n)!” You hear Shawn call from behind you.

You quickly wipe your eyes and turn around to face him.

“What, Shawn?”

“Please…don’t go.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

He looks at you, searching for the right words to say.

You notice he’s holding your ring in his fingers and you can’t stand to look him in the eyes.

“I love you. More than anything. And everything I said, I didn’t mean it. You were right, I should’ve believe you.”

You take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

“But, you didn’t. That’s the thing. You should’ve believe me from the beginning and you didn’t…I’m sorry, but it’s too late at this point.” You say.

He looks down before looking back to you, tears in his eyes. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

“Please. (Y/n), please…I love you.”

“I’m sorry, Shawn.”

You close your eyes and tears start falling down your cheeks again. Once you open your eyes again Shawn has already begun walking back inside. A sob racks through your body, leaving you gasping for air. You loved him with every piece of you, but if he couldn’t fully trust you, than you couldn’t stay.

After a few more minutes your mom pulls up and you get in her car, wiping the tears that continued to fall from your eyes.


“Can we please just go, mom? I don’t want to talk about it right now”.

She nods before driving off. Once you reach her house you immediately walk off to the guest bedroom, dropping your bad on the floor and falling into the bed. You cover yourself up and curl up under the covers, staring at the wall. After a few minutes your mom gently knocks before walking in. She kneels down in front of you, a frown instantly appearing on her face.

“Baby, I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”

You look at her and instantly start crying again.

“It hurts so bad.” You manage through your sobs.

“I know, honey. I know…”

She wraps you up in her arms and you grip onto the back of her shirt, crying into the soft fabric of her shirt.

“I just love him so much, mom. So much…”

anonymous asked:

Could I request a hc for RFA+V+Saeran to an MC who was physicalyl/emotionally abused and then they trigger it in an argument? (Can you tell I love angst) Thank you!


This post contains abuse, please don’t read if you are triggered by any form of abuse. I love all my followers, and I’d never want any of you to feel unsafe  because of my works. If your are being abused, don’t stay quiet. I know it may be hard to try and tell someone, but please do. You’re not worthless in anyway. Your life matters.

Also, I am only doing 3, sometimes 4, characters per request, I’m sorry. I have school starting soon, and I do not have the time or energy for writing multiple hcs a week with 7 characters. I picked Yoosung, Saeyoung, and Jumin. If you’d like me to do different characters with the same prompt, just ask! Now, on to the post~!

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Got7 breaking up with you...

A/N: How Got7 would break up with their significant other in mini-scenarios

He bites down on his lower lip to conceal the emotion he claimed he doesn’t have as he tries to sort out his words. 
“I never intended for us to end this way, Y/N.” he speaks up, his voice cracking. He looks up at you through tears and rain, a smile tugging on the edge of his lip. “But I can’t stand you pretending to be happy anymore when I know it’s killling you inside.” 

He’s staring out into the night lights of Seoul, trying to focus on his breathing as he listens to your silent sobs on the phone he’s holding to his ear. He wipes the wetness of his skin with the sleeve of the sweater he borrowed you whenever you missed him and took a deep breath before speaking up. 
“I guess deep down you knew that loving me wouldn’t be easy but I really hoped I loved you enough to make you see otherwise.” 
The phone drops to the ground next to him and he let’s the tears flow, all his emotions escaping at once.

You’re sitting on a bench across from the calm sea, staring out into the distance. You hear his quickend breathing next to you and feel your heart starting to beat faster as your mind quickly realizes what he’s going to say.
Let’s end things before I end up hurt you.” he whispers, not daring to look at your face, not daring to look at the tears he caused.
We don’t have to end this way.” you answer, placing your hand on his thigh, making him look at you. Jackson chuckles at your words and shakes his head.
Things happened Y/N. Things that I can’t take back. I never intended to hurt you the way I did and I’ll never be able to look at you again without thinking about the things I’ve done.”

Rain and tears mingle your face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of your eyes gives any clue to your sadness. You shiver as the wind wraps around your body, locks blowing in the spring breeze.
“You deserve so much more than what I can give you Y/N.” he cries out, his hand caressing your reddened cheek as a stray tear rolls down his cheek. 
I hope that one day you’ll find someone who’s worthy of the love you give him and is able to appreciate it so much more than I can~”

A smile tugs on the edge of his lip as he circles the back of your hand with his thumb, remembering your good times. 
Every night I go to bed, missing you to death and know that you feel the same. It’s at a point where I don’t think we should stay like this anymore.” 
“You’ll find someone who can give you the affection you deserve, who can hold you close during nightmares. I’m leaving you because I love you too much to see you hurt.”

He’s holding you tight, sobbing violently as all his emotions spur out all at once. When he pulls away from you, he smiles at you gently, wiping a lonely tear off your cheek. “Maybe one day I’ll regret leaving you.” he says, his voice cracking. “Maybe one day I’ll realize how much I miss you and how much I need you.”

“I’m done,” he says as you stare blankly at the dark sky, “I am tired of trying to get your attention. I can’t continue forcing this relationship anymore. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? Forced. Forced on my part because you don’t love me anymore and you feel too bad to tell me so instead you write it all over your face until I finally, finally get the message. But the sad thing is I tried so hard to get you to love me because you are everything I ever wanted. But I am done. You win, I officially have nothing else to offer you.”
Deep down he wishes you could play pretend and trick your minds into thinking that your love for him hasn’t died. He places a gentle kiss on your soaked hair and caresses your cheek gently as he says, “I hope you never have someone enter your life who is both the best and worst at once: so good you can never forget them, so bad you wish you could.”

Love, Youngmi~

#23-Past Abuse (Niall)

Request: Can you do a preference where he finds out you were abused in a past relationship

Warning: descriptions of physical abuse, (being pushed against a wall, a chair being thrown, etc), verbal abuse, nightmare.

A/N: I just want to say that I don’t view people who have (or are) in situations where there is abuse as being damaged or broken or anything like that. If someone did something like that to you-it’s not your fault, it never has been, and it never will be.  If there is the possibility of this triggering you, please don’t read this. This is not meant to romanticize abuse in any way.

Italics are a nightmare.

“Love, please tell me what’s going on,” Niall said, watching as you flinched away from his touch.

“I-I can’t, Niall,” You stammered, your eyes filling with tears. “I need….I’m going to lay down for a bit.”

You walked out of the room, not wanting Niall to see how upset you were. Everything had been fine between you two-wonderful, in fact, until yesterday. You had seen your abusive ex while out shopping, and it had brought back all the memories that you kept pushed to the back of your mind. You had left the store immediately and driven home, jumping at every sudden movement near you and resisting the urge to slam on the brakes whenever a car came near yours. You had pulled into your driveway and immediately gotten out of your car, barely closing the door before you went inside, walking straight past Niall, Harry, Liam and Louis, deaf to their greetings. You had hurried upstairs, and not come out of your room until that evening.

“I’m here if you decide you want to talk, love,” Niall called after you.

Biting your lower lip, you debated about telling Niall everything. You were sure that he wouldn’t be angry at you-but you didn’t want him to see you as someone who was damaged. Brushing the thought away for the moment, you continued upstairs. Once you got there, you changed into your favorite pajamas, and got into bed. You lay there, staring at the wall until you drifted off to sleep.

You were standing in the hall, the concrete walls bright white.

“You’re being a bitch,” You teased, smiling up at your boyfriend. He looked at you, his eyes growing hard. You gasped as he placed his hand directly below your throat, pushing you backwards until you were against the wall, towering over you. You looked down the hallway, tears in your eyes, wondering why there was no one there. ‘Where is everyone?’ You thought, wanting nothing more for someone, anyone, to come along.


You were in his room, sitting by the door.

“Why do you keep doing this?” He yelled. His hands gripped the back of his wooden chair, his knuckles white from how tightly he was holding it.

“I don’t know,” You whispered, not looking at him. Angrily, he picked up the chair and threw it across the room, it colliding with the door with a crash.


The two of you were walking through a doorway when he pushed against your side, causing you to collide with the doorframe. He continued on as you stood there, frozen, watching him walk downstairs. He stopped and stared at you, a smirk on his face.

“Don’t touch me again,” You whispered. He always made you feel this way-helpless, alone, and completely at his mercy. He was taller than you-exactly a foot taller-and wasn’t afraid that you’d do anything back. He was certain you wouldn’t, in fact. He knew that you were terrified of him, and he reveled in it. He reveled in having the control over you that he did. 


“Love? Love, please wake up,” Niall said.

“Please, no. Please, don’t hurt me,” You whispered, moving away from him and trying to make yourself as small as possible.

(Y/N), I’m not going to hurt you,” Niall murmured, not sure what to do. “I need you to wake up, love.”  

He carefully reached towards you, laying a hand gently on your shoulder. Your eyes shot open, and you moved quickly away from him, and ended up falling off the bed. You continued to move away from him, until you were in the corner, your face hidden in your knees, and your arms wrapped tightly around your legs. Niall could hear your sobs from across the room, and he bit his lower lip, unsure about what to do. In the four years that you’d been dating, he’d never seen you react to anything like this. Niall sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, waiting for you to calm down. After what seemed like eternity, your sobs quieted and your breathing became more even.

“Niall,” You whispered, not looking up at him.

“Love,” Niall murmured. “What happened?”

“I….I had a nightmare,” You quietly said.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Niall asked.

“Okay,” You replied. “But….will you hold me while I tell you about it?”

“Of course, love,” Niall replied. The two of you stood, and you made your way over to the bed. Niall lay down, and then you did the same. He put his arms around you, holding you close.

“I….before I met you, I dated this guy. He hurt me. He’d push me into walls, push me into doorframes….he had an awful temper. He’d say things to me….call me a crazy bitch. He….he said it was my fault. That I was the only one he’d ever hurt. I can still feel his hands on me, sometimes,” You whispered. “I was out shopping yesterday, and I saw him.”

“You saw him,” Niall murmured. “That’s why you looked so upset when you came home?”

“Yeah,” You replied. “He terrifies me, Niall. Even after all these years….”

“I’m so sorry, love,” Niall quietly said, rubbing your back. “I swear, he’ll never put his hands on you again.”

“I love you, Niall,” You whispered.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Niall said. He held you close, gently rubbing your back and smoothing your hair away from your face, until your breathing evened out. “I love you.”

I had a dream that you died last night
and when I woke up
I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t think I had to find you so I could know it wasn’t true

I found you in the office, quietly tapping away
You turned around at the sound of my sobs
and barely had time to register my body being thrown into your lap
crashing into you like I’ve always done

You gently hug me back and walked me back to bed
tucking me in and turning the light off
easing my troubled mind

I don’t know what I’d do without you.
I just don’t.

So I’m glad you’re still here
and I’m glad you’re still breathing
and I’m glad you’re still mine
because I don’t know how I’d go on with you leaving.

In fact,
it might be fair to say that I couldn’t.
And who would have thought that someone like me
would find a love like that?

—  Excerpt from a book you I’ll never write
Nightmares Of You

Alexander Hamilton x reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Laddie

Warnings: Hardcore angst, nightmare, mentions of cheating, fighting, yelling

Words: 1131

You woke with a start, beads of cold sweat trickling down your face. You panted, looking to the spot next to you. Alex, was of course gone from his side of the bed. He had probably gotten a spark of inspiration and raced off to his office. You slowly breathed in and out, trying to calm yourself.

This didn’t help at all. You felt the panic swelling in your chest and the tears running down your face. The dream kept flashing in your mind, it wouldn’t leave you alone. The silent tears slowly turned into loud sobs. You needed Alex, but you didn’t want to bug him. You didn’t want to ruin whatever creative idea he was writing, but this anxiety was becoming too much.

You climbed out of bed, trying to conceal your sobs the best you could, you tiptoed to Alexander’s office and knocked lightly. You could hear his furious typing on his laptop, through the door. You heard his chair squeak as he stopped writing and sat up.

“Come in.” His gentle voice carried through the door.

You opened the door, Alex spinning around in his chair to look at you. The smile he had on his face from seeing you quickly turned to one of panic. He jumped out of his chair, racing to your shaking form. He enveloped you in a tight hug, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He whispered, doing his best to soothe you.

“I just had a nightmare and it seemed so real.” You cried into his shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You lifted your head off his chest, quickly shaking your head no. “Okay, well let’s go back to bed.”

He took your hand in his, leading you back to your room. He helped you gently onto the bed pulling the covers over your body. He laid on his side of the bed, rolling over to hold you in his arms. He kissed you lightly on the head.

“Don’t leave me, okay?” Your voice was soft and hoarse from the crying.

“I won’t, I promise” He reassured you.

“Do you love me?” Your voice broke slightly, another sob trying to make its way through.

“Of course I do! Why would you ask that?” Alex’s heart broke at her question. She was doubting his love for her, when he put her above everything in the world.

“No reason. Goodnight.” You quickly closed your eyes, falling asleep. Alex watched you, wondering what had put such thoughts in your mind.

“Good morning.” Alexander’s rough morning was in your ear, as he hugged you from behind.

“Good morning.” You smiled, turning around to give a peck to his lips.

“Feeling better? Cause if not we can still talk about that nightmare you had last night.” Alexander watched as the smile disappeared from your face.

“It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about it.” You dropped your spoon in the bowl of cereal you had been eating.

“You’re not acting like it’s fine. Talking about it might make you feel better.” Alex sat down next to you, taking your hand in his.

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it!” You yanked your hand from his, quickly standing up from your chair.

“(Y/N), it’s just a nightmare. None of it was real, so how about you tell me.” Alex persisted, the thought of not knowing killing him.

“Alex, drop it.” You snapped.

“Why won’t you tell me?” Alex snapped right back at you.

“Because I’m afraid the nightmare will come true!” You yelled, losing all the patience you had. “Or even worse, it already happened.” Your voice cracked, growing soft again.

“(Y/N),” Alex stood up from his chair, coming to stand next to you. “I can’t help comfort you if you don’t tell me what it was about.” Alex pulled you into his arms, the feeling of safety washing over you.

“It was about you and Maria.” You looked down, not meeting his eyes.

“What?” Alex’s arms around you tensed.

“It was about you cheating on me with Maria.” You said again, the tears starting to rush down your face.

“Why would you have a nightmare about that?” Alex’s voice was filled with pain, he couldn’t believe you would mistrust him so much.

“There’s rumors,” You stopped, your voice quavering. “There are rumors that you and Maria have been meeting up in secret recently. And there’s even more about you cheating on me with her.”

“Do you believe that?” Alex’s voice raised. No longer was there hurt in his voice, instead there was rage.

“What do you me-” You started, raising your eyes to look up at him.

“Do you believe that?” He cut you off, almost yelling now.

“I-I…I don’t know what to believe anymore! You have been disappearing a lot lately and will come home later from work! What am I supposed to think?” You pushed yourself out of Alexander’s arms, the tears falling at a faster rate.

“Do you have no faith in me?” Alex yelled, his face getting close to yours.

“Of course I have faith in you! It’s just that these rumors grow into something that seems more like a fact than a lie!” You yelled right back, not missing a beat.

“You don’t think I know that? I would never want to hurt you! I love you, (Y/N)!” Alex had his own tears streaming down his face now.

The both of you stood there, neither of you saying anything. You both had rapid tears falling down your face and sobs scratching their way of your throats. You stared at him and he stared at you. Before you knew it, Alex had pulled you in his arms once again.

“I never want you to doubt my love for you ever again. If that means I need to stop talking to Maria all together, then I will. If I have to take off work to spend time with you, then I will. (Y/N), I love you more than anything in this world. My heart is completely yours. Please, don’t believe this rumors. I don’t want to lose you.” His voice broke at the end as he began to sob.

You reached your hand up to his face, wiping some of the tears, “I love you too, Alex. I’m so sorry for ever doubting you. I’ll try to ignore the rumors from now on, I promise.” You leaned your forehead against his, before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“(Y/N), be mine forever?” Alex asked, peppering your face with kisses.

“Always.” You smiled up at him, slowly letting your lips meet his. Alex smiled into the kiss, knowing that he solved had the problem of your nightmare.

Black Rabbits, Brown Birds

Ayahina Week Day 5 (March 30th): Nightmares / Dreams

Summary: Hinami has a nightmare and Ayato wants her to feel better. (2k words)

This is the cringiest thing I have ever written. Also, I doubt Ayato’s the kind to tell bedtime stories about his life but I can only dream (lol dream). And please forgive whatever grammar mistakes and typos I might have made! What even is that title?

“No… Mother… Father… No, I…”

Despite himself, Ayato sighed at her never-ending words. It didn’t help that there wasn’t much space on the bed so she was practically pressing against his back. Every shift she made jolted him out of his sleep and eventually, he gave up with trying to sleep altogether. Instead, he sat up in bed, rubbing his forehead and turned to check the time on his phone.

3.35 a.m.


He ran his hand through his tangled hair and turned back to the squirming girl lying beside him. Hinami continued to fidget lightly about it bed, murmuring over and over again for mercy and calling out for her parents. It wasn’t something new. Hinami was constantly tormented with nightmares of her past— a lot like he was. He sat silently, keeping an eye on her and waiting for her settle and calm herself down like she usually did. But as time went on, Hinami’s thrashing started getting rougher and her voice started getting louder. Ayato knew it was better that he woke her up, but as he reached for her, her body shudders before she leaps into a sitting position with a shrill scream. Ayato stared at her for a moment, his ears ringing from the scream, and watched in silence as she hugged herself. Her body trembled and sobs slipped out of her, along with soft whispers continuing to call out for her mother and father.

“Hinami?” Ayato called out softly, reaching over to place his hand on her shoulder. Hinami yelped at his touch, flinching and swatting his hand away before cowering more into herself. Ayato’s first reaction was a huge wave of confusion— why was she rejecting him?— and then, he started to get worried. He slowly crawled over to her and moved to kneel by her side, taking her by her shoulder again. Hinami shuddered but she didn’t push him away. She raised her head slowly and when she looked up at him, Ayato stiffened for a moment, moving slightly backwards. Hinami’s watery, wide eyes stared back at him. The sight took him by surprise, not because he hadn’t expected her to be crying but more because there was something about her look that seemed strangely nostalgic. He blinked slowly, watching as recognition started surfacing her eyes. Her lips part and his name rolls off them, her voice soft, trembling and weaker than he had ever heard. His first instinct was to reach over and pull her into his arms but stopped, fearing that he might startle her instead.

“Are you… okay?” he asked instead. Hinami continued staring at him and Ayato wanted to slap himself. Was she okay? Of course she wasn’t okay.

“I… I…” Hinami looked at him for a little longer, before she turned behind her and started looking all around the room. “There… There was… They were…”

“Okay, that’s enough,” he whispered, reaching over to cup her face to still her. Even then, Hinami’s eyes continued to dart about. Her breathing was quickened and her body was trembling even more.

“I know… I could see them… I…”

“Hinami,” he raised his voice, just enough to snap her attention back to him, as he tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible. “Eyes on me. Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me.”

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Stop Trying to be Allison // S.M. & Pack// 9.28.16

Originally posted by tw-gif

Stop trying to be Allison

Pairing(s): Scott x Younger!Sister!Reader, Pack x Reader, Scott x Kira

Requested?: Yes (also not on CoTW)

Member: Kat

Word Count: 1,229

Request: Can I get an imagine where the reader is Scott’s ten year old sister and really hates Kira because she thinks she is trying to replace Allison so Scott confronts her at a pack movie night and fluff after -Anon

Member: Kat
A/N: Phew! This took awhile to write but I had fun! Remember requests are open! I currently have around 5 imagines to write and 1 that needs to be typed so look out for those!

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Character(s): Castiel

Warning: None

Word Count: 4,780


   “Dude, you’ve got three pieces in your mouth already.”

   “The flavor goes away quickly.” The angel’s words are slightly distorted around the wad of gum in his mouth.

   “This brand doesn’t last too long. I’ve got better stuff in my other bag. By the way, chew with your mouth closed.”

   Cass makes a conscious effort to keep his lips sealed, eyebrows knitting as he tries to continue chewing the gum. You should have denied him a second and third piece until he got the hang of handling the first, but he’s right. The flavor doesn’t last long.

   As he gives his jaw a workout, you unwrap a piece of your own and place it between your teeth. Chewing until it’s soft and malleable, you pull it over your tongue and blow firmly, forming a small bubble that pops quickly with a sharp snap. You repeat the process twice more, and then you notice you’re being watched.

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Wrong [Theo]

Hiiii! really like your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Theo Raeken imagine where he finally realises all the wrong he’s does and he goes to the reader and just breaks down and she doesn’t know what to do, she just lays down with him and let’s him cry in arms. It’s okay if you can’t do it. Thanks anyway and stay awesome😻💕🙌🏻 -  

- Requested by @nogisvvne-deviated20160305

Theo stood there, looking down at him, at Josh, the blood dripping down from his claws, the power rushing through his body. It hit him there and then, a pain went through his head, one that made him want to shout out, all of the bad things he’d done in his life rushing through his head one at a time and it was way too much for him as he dropped to his knees in front of Josh. Tracy went to see if he was okay but he just pushed her away, there was only one person he needed right now, the only person that took away his pain, you.

Reaching towards Theo’s side of the bed, you sighed, you knew that he was away a lot but you hated waking up without him there. His shirt hugged the top half of your body as you inhaled his scent, part of you really missed the days where none of this was happening, where he didn’t belong to a pack or was involved in any of this supernatural stuff, when he was just yours and the two of you were known for being well, you two.

“One day, you’ll be here when I wake up,” you mumbled, resting your head on his pillow as you slipped him a message before you got up and did your morning stretches before heading towards the bathroom for a shower. The warm water felt welcoming on your body, liking it was washing away all of your worries and anxieties you had, like Theo going out one day and not coming home. The thought of that terrified you more than anything else in the world. Theo not coming home and you being left alone.

Theo was the reason that you were still here. The two of you met a few years ago when things were starting to get really bad for you at home, he took you in and made sure you were okay. You stayed with him for most nights when you were too terrified to go home, he’d listen to you when you needed to cry or rant about something, he truly was your rock and you were more than thankful for all of times he was there for you and when he needed you, you were always there for him too.

“Y/N?! Are you here? Please tell me you’re home!” You heard Theo shouting, you turned off the shower and got out, quickly drying yourself off before throwing some clothes on and finding Theo in your bedroom, tears running from his eyes. “Y/N?” He asked looking up at you, the sight breaking your heart. You rushed forward and wrapped you arms tightly around him. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s happened? What’s wrong baby?” You asked, rubbing his back gently as he held onto you. 

“I’m a terrible person Y/N, I am the worst person in the world, look at all the bad things I…” He trailed off as he broke down again. You didn’t know what to do, the most important person in your life was sobbing his heart out in you arms and you had no idea what to say or do to make this better for him, how to take his pain away. 

“Breathe Theo, you’re okay,” you whispered, pulling away from him. “Let’s go to bed, okay?” He nodded and you stood up and took his hand, letting him lay down on the bed before you laid down with him. His head immediately went to your chest as the rest of his body curled up into you. “It’s okay,” you whispered, trying to reassure him.

“No it’s not, I’m such a bad person, I killed Josh today just to take his power, it’s not okay Y/N! It’s not!” He shouted and you knew not to take it personally, he was just upset, you knew that. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he buried his face in your T-Shirt.

“I know,” you whispered, your hand running through his hair as you tried your best to calm him down. “I know that you don’t think it’s going to be okay but it will be okay, YOU’RE going to be okay. They manipulated you Theo, the dread doctors manipulated you but you’re okay now, I promise.” You said, pressing kisses to the top of his head. “I got you.”

“Please don’t leave me,” it was so quiet that you hardly heard it, you shook your head as you squeezed him tightly. It broke your heart that he thought you would go anywhere, you knew it was going to take a lot but you were going to help the broken boy in your arms, you wanted to make him feel better, to know he was better than what the dread doctors made him into.

“I’m not Theo, I promise, I’m not.” You said, kissing his forehead and pulling away so you could wipe away his tears. “I love you Theo Raeken, okay? More than anything.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice breaking as his head went to your shoulder again. Sighing quietly, you entwined your fingers together and use your free hand to squeeze his shoulder as his sobs went down to sniffles. 

Within another half an hour, Theo’s breathing had evened out and you felt better knowing that he was asleep and not in emotional pain anymore. Your lips met his forehead and stayed there for a few seconds, you wiped away any remaining liquid away from his cheeks as you sighed and rested your chin on the top of his head and let your eyes slip shut, making sure you held the broken body tightly in your arms.


“Get. out. of. MY. HEAD” You yelled at the bare wall, throwing your empty glass as it shattered agaisnt the wall.It was purely an attempt to quieten the taunting remarks from Lucifer. Who stood there with a smug smile plastered on his face as he ducked your throw. He made sure day and night you recieved a taste of hell you deeply wanted to forget but no amount of whiskey could drown that memory.

Suddenly the darkness in the room became deafening and you wanted to be swallowed into that abyss and out of this nightmare. You covered your ears before you heard padded feet running towards your room.  Your door swung open and a beam of light from the bunkers hallway illuminated your dark room. You saw Sam reach for the lightswitch but you stopped him.

“DONT! HE SAID IT WILL ELECTROCUTE YOU” Sam sympathetically sighed as Dean tucked his gun away. Dean reached towards the switch turning it on proving you were wrong or proving that your sanity was slipping away, day by day, minute by minute. You heard you bunkmate laughing hysterically at your confusion but you simply cried out in aggravation.

“LEAVE ME ALONE” Sam rushed to your side and enveloped you into a hug, you sobbed while you rocked back and forth in Sam’s arms. Dean walked into your room and checked every corner, cupboard or empty space just for your comfort. Though as soon as he passed Lucifer you saw him shove a knife into his back.

“DEANN” You ran out of Sam’s arms and straight into Dean’s chest, wrapping your arms around him.

“Woah kiddo. I’m okay” You tapped his back, searching for the knife but you never found it. He kissed your forehead and you clung onto his shirt further, afraid of what your insanity could cause.

“I dont even know if I’m hugging you or some messed up hallucination he made” You sobbed as your knees painfully hit the marble floor. You felt Dean crouch down to your level and picked you up gently. Your bed dipped as he placed you in the middle of it, you didn’t let him go and he didn’t either.

“Where is he now?” Sam asked afraid to set your calm state off. You opened your tightly shut eyes only to see your room was pitch blood red, with meat hanging off the ceilings. Panic flooded your brain as you thought you were back in the pit.

“Oh god no…. no… please… GET ME OUT OF HERE! SAAAAAAAAM! DEEEEAAAN” You yelled as if you were abandoned and alone. Sam shook you to make you look him in the eyes but when you did you ran away from him. You saw Sam’s eyes turn black and so did Deans. Your stomach churned as it reminded you of your time in hell. Every day you were tortured by the brothers, they made sure you felt safe at first then instantly your skin was being burned off by their sickening tools.

“You sick son of a bitch! STOP SENDING FAKE WINCHESTERS TO TORTURE ME YOU COWARD” The brothers turned to each other, both wearing a sympathetic and suffocating look. They didn’t know what to do or more importantly how to do anything. They saw you shred your sanity day by day and they couldn’t stop it. They tried so damn hard but they were slowly loosing you. You harshly placed your hand on a piece of glass and you hissed in pain noticing your surroundings changed. You looked around cutting it deeper into your skin until Dean stopped you.

“Y/N! oh dear god! stop it” He moved your hands away from yourself and Sam gently wrapped your wound in a cloth.

“No matter what you do, Y/N. I’ll always be that little piece of hell to remind you where you truly belong” You snatched your hand and pressed further into it, watching your nightmare fade into the background.

“Y/N ENOUGH! DO YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF?” You attention was snapped back to the two worried brothers, you touched your face noticing you were crying and the pain in your hand became painfully noticeable.

“It worked… he’s gone” You smiled before drifting off into a long awaited darkness.

A couple of hours later

“Dean I can’t just sit here and watch her waste away. She’s like our sister dammit. What if this is the beginning to the end?” You heard Sam’s worried hushed tone speaking to Dean.

“I know, Sammy. But what are we suppose to do? Every single day she scratches that damn wall and we let it happen. “ You groaned notifying the brothers that you were awake.

“I maybe a damn nutcase but I ain’t deaf. “ you called out as you slowly sat up, afraid of opening your throbbing stitches. You saw Sam smile while you returned to your normal self for a split second. Until your roomy appeared once again.

“I wonder how their insides would look on their outsides, maybe we should try it” You eyes widened and you reached for your hand trying to squeeze the pain but the brothers stopped you.

“The cut was too deep. C’mon anklebiter, fight it. He’s not real! fucking listen to me, HE’S NOT REAL” You shook your head while you watched him near the brothers in attempt to frighten you, and it worked.

“LUCIFER I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HARM A HAIR ON THEIR HEADS I WILL RIP YOU APART” You yelled at thin air. Dean looked down to his legs trying to stay strong for you, Sam threw him a look that said ‘get it together’ before he started to speak.

“Y/N what you’re seeing isn’t real, you’re out. Remember? Here feel this” Sam placed your struggling hand on his warm heart that beat against his chest. You ragged breathing caused you to feel light headed and Dean noticed. He placed your hand on his beating chest too.

“This is real. Our beats are real. We are real, Y/N, he isn't”. Fight this sweetheart.”You looked at the brothers in hope that they were telling the truth and you saw nothing but love and concern in their eyes.

“Breathe with us, it’s easy. Here we go” You felt their chest rise and fall, soon after you followed repeating their soft chants of ‘breathe in and out’. You saw Lucifer glitch again and he disappeared into thin air, causing a wave of relief to wash over your body. When Sam and Dean noticed your calm state they slipped into your bed and let go of your hands. They dropped to your sides and your hands covered your face while you silently cried.

“Up is down, left is right. Yesterday I almost drank bleach thinking It was water… I cant even drink water without potentially dying.“ You released a shaky breathe before speaking again “I’m fucking crazy and I can’t help it…. how do I help it?” You vulnerably looked up to your brother figures who stared back at you with no reply. Sam kissed your forehead and you laid closer to him while Dean held your hand supportively.

“You help it by not giving up. Y/N you’re the only person I know who can bounce back from this. But you can’t do it by yourself, let us in. Let us help you. You’re family and not a damn hallucination will change that, understood?” You nodded against Sam’s chest and his beating heart slowly soothed you. You felt the sleepiness reach out for you and you accepted it as you drifted off with your light snores.

“I’ll take first watch, grab some grub? Grab her a subway or something, yeah?” Sam whispered afraid to wake you up. Dean nodded and reluctantly left your warm bed, he slowly exited your room leaving Sam behind with a somewhat content you. Sam moved a bit, wanting to get comfortable and you held onto him tighter, afraid of letting go.

“Shh, I’m here. We’re never leaving you, ever.” With that you let go of him knowing when you woke up, you’d have your family to turn to and that would be okay. Because you’d be okay, no matter what you had someone to turn to. Whether it’s 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon, you’d be okay.

I'm not afraid... Joel x Reader

Wow, this was late. God, i’m sorry about that! Been very busy! Still, have some Joel x reader fluff/D&M stuff, as an Anon requested some cute, scared Joel!

SUMMARY: He never likes to admit when he’s scared, god forbid anyone know that he shows some signs of weakness. Yet you know him, you know that despite his attempts to throw you off, there is something troubling him in his dreams. 

WC: 1046

Your eyes have long since grown accustomed to the darkness of your bedroom, your breathing calm against the tempo of your heart. The silence of the night always relaxes you, the soft breeze caressing your face, playing with your hair as it dances through the open window.

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Could you write an imagine where Andy Biersack sees the reader self harming or sees her scars, and gets super distressed, and starts crying and accidentally blurts out that he loves her, and kisses her scars and its fluffy? I’m sorry I just recently relapsed 😰

Warning: may be triggering to some, mentions self-harm

The sky outside was dark, it was over cast, again. The clouds outside made the bedroom seem a little more dark than usual. The window was open letting in soft breeze and what little light was outside. You were laying down on your bed, you didn’t want to leave your room or your bed. You remained on top of all the blankets, it was too hot in your room to use them. Apart from the breeze outside, it was silent. Leaving you and your thoughts.

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request for: @diehard5sosfan

pairing: Reader x Dean

word count: 481


“Y/N?” You slowly picked your head up from your pillow and wiped the tears off of your face.

“Dean?” You turned around in disbelief.

He gave you a soft, half smile and opened his arms slightly. Without a second thought, you leaped off of the bed and sprinted into Dean’s comforting embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered softly. With a deep chuckle he added, “You’re stuck with me, sweetheart. Sorry.”

“I thought you were going to Hell again?” You sobbed, clutching onto Dean tighter. The thought of him being sent back there and leaving you all alone was unbearable.

He gently pushed you back, only enough to place his hands on either side of your face and tilt your head up. “I got out of it.”

“You can’t just get out of deals.” You told him, confused.

“This time I did,” He told you, pulling you back into his chest and hugging you tighter than he ever has before. “I promise.”

“How?” You asked.

“Crowley owed me one from a hunt we did a few years back. I thought now would be a good time to call in a favor.” You felt his chest rumble with laughter as he spoke.

“I was so scared.” You admitted. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Nope, sorry sweetheart, but you’re stuck with me for a while.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Promise?” You mumbled into his chest.

“Promise.” Dean ran his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet nothings until your sobs came to a stop.

“I love you, Dean.” You admitted.

Dean pulled back from the embrace only enough so that he could look into your eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”

You smiled as Dean pressed his lips to yours. You loosely draped your arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as Dean’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against him. The kiss you two shared was simple and sweet, but held much more meaning than anything the two of you could say to each other.

“So, so much.” Dean whispered as he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You hummed.

“That’s your sleepy response.” Dean laughed lightly.

“I’m not tired.” You shook your head.

Dean pulled away and picked you up bridal style. Your arms instinctively wound around his neck as you laid your head on his chest. “Time for bed, sleepy head.”

“Still not tired.” You told him, smiling as your eyes began to close.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He laughed, setting you on the bed.

“I know.” You laughed with him. Dean crawled into bed and pulled you into his arms.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Dean whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You told him before drifting off into a peaceful slumber, happy to be in Dean’s arms again.

#9 You Tell Him You're Pregnant And He Leaves (Part Two)

Part One

i’m sorry for the wait :( i’ve been traveling so much it’s crazy! i really owe you guys.

Harry: You were completely drained of tears. You had been sobbing nonstop for the past few hours, to the point where your cheeks were dry and stinging, and your throat burned. You picked yourself up from the couch and climbed the stairs, tucking yourself into bed without so much as taking off your clothes. You felt as if your eyes were only closed for a minute, when you were woken by two arms wrapping around you. You stirred, and heard Harry gently hush you. “Go back to bed, baby girl,” he whispered, stroking your cheek and pressing his lips to your hair. “Haz?” you said, your voice rough. You felt him sigh sadly. “My beautiful girl…I’m so sorry for leaving. I was scared. So scared. But the moment I left I knew I’d made the wrong decision by doing so. I want to raise this baby—our baby—with you. I promise you, I’ll do my best to be the best father I can be, no matter how terrified I am. I’ll never leave you again, I swear it.” With that, he kissed your shoulder, and pulled you into his chest, where you eventually drifted to sleep.

Liam: You were walking through the park, doing your best to enjoy the nice weather the day had brought you. You were about six months pregnant, carrying a healthy baby boy. You stopped by a bench, and sat down for a quick, quiet break. That is, until you heard your name being spoken by a deep, smooth voice that you knew too well. “(Y/N?) I-Is that you?” Liam spoke from behind you. You turned around quickly and were met with his brown eyes, that looked much too dull to really be Liam’s. “Hi Liam,” you smiled, as he came to sit next to you on the bench. He looked like he wanted to speak, but he was too stunned by the bump adorning your stomach to do so. You smiled softly, “Would you like to feel it?” He nodded eagerly, and you took his hand and placed it over your belly. His eyes lit up. “I felt it kick,” he grinned. “Him,” you corrected. “Him? You mean he’s a…he?” Liam gaped, and you nodded. “Oh my…(Y/N)…I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” His smile fell, and you felt a little sorry for him, though he had brought it on himself. “It’s okay, Liam…” “No, it’s not. I-I wanted to call so many times but I…I got scared. I’m so, so sorry.” You smiled a little. “How about we talk over lunch? Get caught up?” you suggested. He beamed, “I’d love that.”

Louis: After not receiving any calls or texts from Louis, you began to get worried. Granted, you were also heartbroken and angry that he ran away from his problems, but you still loved him and cared for his safety. You weren’t sure if you should text him, and right when you began typing a new message on your phone, the front door flew open. You stood from the couch as you saw him stride in. “Louis?” you began, but didn’t get to finish as he brought you into an embrace. “I love you,” he said, more to himself than you it seemed, like he was proving his love for you to himself. “I love you, and I won’t leave you. Not now, not ever. I can’t say I’m ready for this baby—hell, I know I’m not—but I will try, for both your sakes, to be the best father I can be.” And that was all the assurance you needed.

Niall: You had been in the same place for hours: curled up under the covers of your bed, breathing in the scent from Niall’s pillow while you sobbed out your emotions. It wasn’t until you heard your phone ringing that you snapped out of your phase. “Hello?” you said, not even checking the caller I.D, but picking up with high hopes that Niall was on the other end of the line. “(Y/N)? It’s Harry. You might want to come to the pub down the block…Niall’s shit-faced and is only asking for you.” You were confused, angry, and hurt, but more concerned than anything. “I’ll be there in a minute.” And you were, arriving at the pub and spotting Harry in the corner, attempting to talk to the blonde boy—who was mumbling profanities under his breath—but failing each time. He stepped out of the way, allowing you to near in front of Niall, getting just below eye level. “Ni? It’s me,” you whispered, wiping his hair from his sweaty forehead. You felt him lean into your touch as he mumbled a small, “You came…” “Of course I came.” He picked is head up to look you in the eyes, before you noticed his swell with tears. “I love you. I’m sorry. I want to do this with you. I love you.” You smiled slightly, taking his hand. “Let’s get you home, precious boy.” 

Zayn: You were sitting on the edge of the bed, sobbing angry, heartbroken tears into your hands. How could he leave? After everything you’d been through? You wanted to scream, you wanted to disappear, but most importantly you wanted Zayn to come home. You were too busy in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear the gentle creak of the bedroom door opening. You hadn’t noticed Zayn had entered the room until he was kneeling in front of you, prying your hands from your face as he rested a hand on your cheek. “Hush, baby girl. I’m here now.” You tried to calm down, but you couldn’t. You were still so shattered and upset. “You left me,” you whimpered, and watched his face fall. “I know. I’m so sorry, love. I was scared. I want you to be safe. A-And I can’t keep you safe when I’m on tour. I’m so busy, I-I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to care for you like I knew I needed to. But I’m here now. We’ll figure this out, but right now, I’m not going anywhere, okay?”


lowkey-flexx  asked:

Can you do a prompt of drunk!Alicia? Thanks!

Ya’ll almost made me forget I’m an angst writer, with all these smut prompts, shit. Since you didn’t specify smut, I shall let out my angst with this! I was inspired! Hope you like </3 Also, shoutout to the cameo appearance of LYNDSEY REYES BECAUSE YES BITCH YES.

Elyza walks into the house without even knocking. The hall is dark, all lights out, but she can hear hushed voices in the kitchen. When in the room, she takes it in, searching it for Alicia. Nick, Ofelia, Chris, Lyndsey, and Alex sit around the dinning table chatting quietly, Alicia sits with them with her head on the table. All but her turn to look at Elyza, concern on their faces. The room smells of alcohol and there are empty bottles of beer and a half empty bottle of whisky decorating the table.

“You couldn’t have saved any for me while I was washing up?” Elyza tries for a joke, but the atmosphere is tense and Elyza hesitates to walk into the room fully. “Sorry.” She mumbles as she takes her first steps into the room. “Not funny.”

What a stupid time to joke, even for Elyza.

“How is she?” Elyza asks quietly, joining them at the table and placing a hand delicately on Alicia’s sleeping back.

Everyone turns their attention to Alicia now, all looking tired.

“Be glad you weren’t here when she was awake.” Nick says, looking at his passed out sister sadly. “It was not pretty. We managed to get mom and Travis to let us handle her and go to sleep before it got bad.”

“That bad, huh?” Elyza asks, rubbing circles against the damp back of Alicia’s shirt.

Ofelia sighs with a nod of her head. “She has an attachment to you, Elyza.” She says. “She was terrified.”

“And then angry because you weren’t coming in here when we got back.“ Lyndsey says. “She’s kind of scary, you know.”

Elyza scoffs. “Oh, I know, trust me.”

In that moment, Alicia groans lightly against the table and stirs awake, pulling herself up in the chair and looking around the room groggily. When she looks up and finds Elyza standing beside her, it takes a moment for her to recognize who it is. Elyza takes in the dark circles under the teenager’s red rimmed eyes and her red nose. It breaks her hear to see the girl in such a state and she feels the guilt drip through her veins when Alicia’s bottom lip quivers slightly.

“Elyza?” She slurs.

“I’m here, Leesha.” Elyza says comfortingly. Alicia looks up at the blonde with glazed over eyes and the rest of the table shift under the awkward silence.

“Alright, well I’m going to go to sleep now." Alexa says, standing from her seat. "Ofelia, Lindsey? You coming?”

The two girls nod and stand up as well. They say their good nights and leave together, leaving Nick, Chris, Elyza and Alicia alone in the room.

“Come on, Alicia.” Elyza says, wrapping her arm around Alicia’s waist and pulling her out of her seat. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Bed?” Alicia repeats far above a whisper. “Th’night jus’ started, why would I wan’ta go t’ bed?”

“We’ll take the party upstairs, how about that?” Elyza says half carrying, half dragging Alicia toward the kitchen entrance.

“Okay.” Alicia grumbles. She stops right at the entrance and pulls away from Elyza, turning around and stumbling toward the table.  She takes the half empty bottle of whisky and stumbles back to the worried Australian.  "Can’t hab a party without the party starter, can we?“

Elyza struggles with Alicia up the stairs and into her room, but when they finally make it, Alicia flops down on the bed and crosses her legs. She pulls the top off of the bottle and puts it to her mouth. Elyza reaches her in time to take the bottle from her hands before she drinks.

"Alicia, you shouldn’t…” Her words fade when she looks down at Alicia. Her watery green eyes are more vivid and lighter surrounded by the dark red outline of her eyes. The look in her eyes… pleading and desperate, break Elyza’s will to keep the girl from throwing herself into a drunken stupor again.

“You shouldn’t be drinking alone.” Elyza finishes, putting the bottle to her lips and taking a few swallows, barely wincing at the burn as the liquid slides down her throat and warms her body. The smile that replaces Alicia’s frown makes Elyza just a tiny bit relieved as she sits in front of the teenager on the bed, crossing her own legs.

They drink in silence for a while, Alicia looking anywhere but at Elyza, while the blonde can’t look anywhere but at her. When the bottle is almost empty, Elyza decides it’s time to address what has Alicia so drunk and broken.

“I’m sorry…” Elyza says in a much quieter voice than she was trying for. It brings Alicia’s attention to her, however, and Elyza thinks she preferred when the girl was avoiding her gaze. Her eyes are watery once again and she can see her walls crumbling from just those two words. It makes the knot in her throat expand and she swallows hard a couple of times, forcing her throat to open enough for words to come out clearly.

“Alicia, I’m sorry about today. I’m sorry about what I put you through. I was reckless and stupid and I almost–” Her words catch in her throat at the first tear that escapes the girl in front of her’s eye and trails down her cheek and chin to drop in her lap. She wants to reach up and wipe the wetness away, but she refrains herself. God, as much as she wants to do it, she doesn’t have the right to do so. Especially not after today.

“Yer sorry?” Alicia says finally, and Elyza hears the way her voice breaks at the word ‘sorry’. She feels ashamed and looks down at her hands fumbling with each other in her lap, fighting down her own threatening tears as she feels green eyes staring at her.

“Whad'ya have t'be sorry for?” There’s true confusion in Alicia’s slurred question and Elyza looks up at her to see her eyebrows furrowed at her. “You’re sorry? How can you say that? You were almost killed an’ yer apologizing?”

Elyza can’t believe her ears. “I almost got myself killed, Alicia. If Alex hadn’t been there in time, I would have been zombie food because I was being reckless. Isn’t that why you’re so upset? Because I didn’t listen to you the first three times you told me to stop playing around?”

Even before Elyza finishes the question, Alicia is shaking her head. “Are you kidding me?” She says when she finishes. She brings the bottle to her lips and drinks almost the rest of the whisky before continuing. “I almost lost you, Lyza.” She says, her sentence spoken slower so she can get the words out clearly in her drunken state. More tears slip down her cheeks now as she looks up at the ceiling. “In th’ blink of an eye you could’ve been gone, an’ I was mad at you. You coulda died an’ the las’ thing I said t'you was that you’re reckless.”

She sniffs and rubs at her runny nose as she gets up from the bed, wobbling a bit before gaining just enough balance to not fall. She stands by the windowsill, her forehead and palms pressed to the wall as she drunkenly tries to gather herself. Elyza watches her from the bed, at a loss of words.

A small sob escapes Alicia’s throat before she continues. “I’ve lost so many people already… Matt… Chris’s mom Eliza, Daniel.. Strand, and even though he was a total dick, he was still somebody I cared about.” She pauses for a moment to let out a shaky breath, still not turning away from the wall; because she couldn’t look at Elyza or because she is too drunk to keep herself up on her own, Elyza isn’t too sure.

“I can’t lose ‘nyone else. I can’t. I can’t lose Mom, or Travis, or Chris, or Nick. I can’t lose Ofelia or Alex or Lyndsey. I can’t lose you, Elyza.”

Finally, she turns around and presses her back to the wall. Tears are streaming down her face now. This is how Elyza knows Alicia’s had too much to drink; Alicia wasn’t a crier, especially in front of Elyza, who she tried to act nonchalant and cool around.

“I can’t lose you, and I almost did. I almost lost you and I was so mad at you an’ said stupid things and you were almost gone an’ I don’ know what I would’ve done is if had lost you…”

Alicia is sobbing hard now and Elyza is off the bed and pulling her into her arms in a matter of seconds. “Shhh, I’m here, Alicia. I’m here. I’m here, okay?” She whispers softly into the crying girl’s ear as she gently runs her hand through her hair. “You haven’t lost me. I’m not going anywhere okay?”

“If anything had happened to you today, I don’t know what I would have done.” Alicia whispers when she calms down. They’re still in each other’s arms, Elyza rocking them side to side gently. “I don’ think I could handle that. You’re my family, Elyza. You and everyone here are my family. I love you.”

“Nothing happened to me, today.” Elyza says. “I can’t be gotten rid of that easily. You’re stuck with me and my sarcasm and incredible charm forever.” Alicia laughs lightly into Elyza’s shoulder. She inhales deeply, taking in the lavender smell that always seems to mysteriously come with Elyza and her head starts to spin; probably from the alcohol more than from Elyza’s scent but she doesn’t care. She’s drunk.

She pulls away from Elyza only enough to look down at her face and she latches onto those bright crystal blue orbs. She stares into them for so long it could be the next day already, but Elyza’s sober enough to not think anything of those two silent seconds.

“I love you.” Alicia says.

Elyza covers the feeling of her heart cracking with a not so convincing smile that Alicia’s too drunk to notice is mostly fake. “I love you too, Leesha.” And it hurts her to say it, because, fuck does she mean it. She means it more than Alicia thinks. She means it in more ways than just family or friend love. She means it more than just the way Alicia says it.

Alicia shakes her head softly and holds Elyza’s stare, her emerald eyes unsteady from the alcohol, but firm with meaning.

“I love you.” She reiterates. When Elyza is still not getting it, Alicia cups her face into her hands. “Elyza. I love you.”

Understanding pushes a shaky sigh from Elyza’s lips as her eyes shift from each of Alicia’s, confirming her words even more with the confidence in her glossy eyes. “Oh.” She says quietly, a smile forming on her lips. A warmth fills her body, and it’s not from the alcohol. She feels so light and alive at this moment, Alicia’s face just inches from her own and those three words that now hold so much more meaning floating in the small space between them, waiting for a response back. Oh right, a response.

“I love you too.” She says with an ear to ear smile as she closes the space between them and brings their lips together.

It’s their first kiss, but with the way they immediately melt together and move as one against each other, you would think they’ve done it many times before. When they pull away, they press their foreheads together and Alicia stumbles slightly. A chuckles flows from her lips as Elyza holds her still.

“God, I’m so drunk.” She looks at Elyza, whose smile falters, and she leans down to peck her lips. “But I meant what I said. I love you. So much.”

The smile comes back and when Elyza pulls away, Alicia sways in her spot and pouts cutely. Elyza chuckles. “Come on, hot buns.” She says with that crooked smile Alicia always rolled her eyes at but not so secretly loved. “Let’s go to bed. You’re going to feel this hangover in the morning.”