i hope it looks alright sob


Nekoma Setter | Kenma | Dedicated for my sweet Chloe ( @kenmai )(*’∀’人)♥

prophetparadox  asked:

Mind if I ask for a fic with Prompto helping his s/o after she's had a mental breakdown? I've been having a rough time lately and could use something comforting.

Sorry this took so long to get, darlin’! I hope things are better for you right now. If not, just keep your head up, alright? :) Enjoy sunshine personified <3333 

Tagging my buds: @themissimmortal, @cupnoodle-queen, @stunninglyignis, @chocofeathers, @rubyphilomela, @itshaejinju


Your lungs were tight. Your eyes were stinging with what seemed like an impossible amount of tears. Your heart punched at your sternum over and over again, making you gasp for air. It felt like the entire world was closing in around you. Another breathy sob escaped your lips as you dragged your body upward off you tear stained sheets.

The moment your stomach left the cushion of the mattress, you looked to your left to see Prompto, staring at you with nothing but concern in his eyes. He looked terrified. Helpless.

“Baby,” he muttered, breathlessly. “What can I do? C-can I get you anything?”

“I—“ you began, before another sob escaped out from your throat. “Prompto,” you begged, throwing yourself into his arms without a warning.

Without hesitation, the blonde headed boy wrapped his slender arms around you body, pulling you close to his lean chest.

You finally reached your limit.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You had enough.

You were done pretending like everything was fine…

That was so far from the truth.

You couldn’t force a smile anymore. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself. You couldn’t keep lying to him.

You needed help.

His help.

“I’m so sorry,” you blubbered into his chest.

“It’s okay. Just let it out,” he muttered into your year. His kind hands stroked gentle at your back, slowly rocking you back and forth. “I’m here,” Prompto assured.

A tinge of guilt rose up from your stomach.

You’re supposed to be strong for him. Quit crying, your conscious began to scold you mercilessly. You’re being selfish. Get up.

“Prompto…” you sighed, forcing yourself to look at him.

You knew you looked like an utter mess.

Hair flying askew.

Eyes red and puffy.

Make up running down your cheeks.

How can he even look at you?

“I’m sorry. I don’t want you seeing me like this.”

A small, familiar pout appeared on his lips. “Babe, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” you insisted. “I’m supposed to be strong for you.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I— I mean—“ you stuttered, trying to find the appropriate words, but found nothing.

Without a word, he pulled you closer once again. “You don’t have to be strong for anyone. Especially me. If you need to cry… that’s okay. You can cry.”

His words of sincerity triggered more tears to fall and more sobs to fly from your lips. You gripped onto him for dear life, as if you were to let go, you fall into a void of completely and utter darkness.

Minute by minute, your sobs slowed down…

Your eyes ran dry, as if you ran out of tears. 

You sat back, wiping the back of your hand under your eyelids, clearing any lingering tear drops.

A numbness overcame your sorrow. The raging pit in your stomach felt empty, rather than full of sorrow and anxiety.

Meekly, you looked up to your boyfriend, who held a small, sad smile on his precious pink lips. “You okay?”

You nodded slightly. “I feel a bit better.”

“Sometimes you just need a good cry and let everything out,” he cupped your left cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right,” you sighed, leaning into his sweet touch. Your hand lifted to grab hold of his wrist, returning his gesture with another careful caress.

“You need anything?”

You sniffled. “Can you… pass me a tissue?”

“Can do!” His bright voice perked up, sending a shock of comforting warmth from within you. Not wasting a single second, he hopped off the bed and scurried to your bedroom’s dresser. He whisked a few sheets of tissue from the box that laid beside your television and hurried back to you. He jumped onto the mattress, landing with a plop.

“Here,” he smiled, hanging you the tissues.

“Thank you,” you sniffled again, bringing one of the tissues to your nose to expel the snot that gathered their during your breakdown. You gripped the ruined tissue in your hand, looking back to Prompto.

After shooting you a brief smile, Prompto’s face lit up like a star in the night sky. “Can you wait here for a second? I’m gonna go grab something, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, suddenly suspicious of his sudden activity. Yet, you smiled. You almost knew for a fact he was retrieving something in efforts to cheer you up. To make you smile.

He hurried out of your room and soon after you heard you front door open and close.

You let out an exhale, letting yourself to fall backward onto your bed.

You were exhausted.

Not only emotionally, but physically.  You haven’t cried that hard in years. You felt the numbness that surrounded you meld into contentment. You felt better. You needed to release that pressure. You needed to breakdown and hit the metaphorical reset button.

Prompto was right.

You don’t need to be strong for anyone. You need to do what’s best for you.

Even if that meant blowing your top every once in a while.

You giggled to yourself at the thought, only shooting upward when you heard the front door whip open again. It shut with a click and it only took seconds for Prompto to make it back inside your room, with a handful of thin flowers that only fit in the palm of his left hand.

There we obviously picked from the small “garden” that was growing just outside your apartment building.

Nothing grew there other than the simple daisy that only stood past the tiny two inch mark, but it brought a brilliant bright yellow color into your bland gray and white apartment complex’s color scheme.

Your smile spread further as Prompto held out the rather pathetic bouquet out to you. “For you, m’lady,” he bowed his head, acting as if he were a chivalrous knight. Unable to wipe the grin from your face, you accepted his favor. The moment the flowers left his grasp, he pushed himself forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “I love your smile,” he stated, his voice shooting a ray of light inside you.

“I love you,” you replied. “My ray of sunshine.”

anonymous asked:

Since requests are open, i wanted to ask for a scenario where ignis' s/o would start to be a bit sad but then it gets worse and worse. When iggy finds out, it's because the s/o feels that they don't deserve him because they're not THAT pretty/handsome, not THAT good of a fighter and can't cook for shit. They feel like a huge burden and undeserving of ignis' love. How'd iggy handle that? Wow sorry forthis

You kids are throwing so many emotions at me I don’t know what to do with myself I love it though don’t stop.
Fem!s/o for ease of reading/writing!

Unkiss Me

She flopped onto the motel room bed with a heavy sigh. The mattress was lumpy and uncomfortable, but at least it wasn’t camping.

Through the paper thin walls she could hear Gladio’s deep voice followed by Prompto shrieking something in dismay as Noctis laughed. She could almost see Ignis rolling his eyes.

Her eyes grew hot as emotions began to make themselves known yet again. They were all so perfect. Funny, strong, attractive… everything she felt she wasn’t. How could she possibly fit in with them? Not only that, but how could she be worth Ignis’s time?

She quickly wiped her eyes as the door opened and the four men entered, Prompto chattering away while Gladio occasionally interrupted with sarcastic remarks.

“We missed you at the Crow’s Nest!” Prompto’s voice finally reached her ears as he gave her a playful nudge. He wasn’t quite sure what was wrong, but it was obvious Prompto could tell something was off.

“Yeah, yeah,” she smiled slightly, “I needed a shower and some rest.”

The chatter and card games continued into the early evening, but she didn’t say much. She was much quieter than usual - normally she was in there with the boys, laughing with and teasing them.

Rolling off of the bed, she quietly slipped out of the motel room. She need some time to herself. They had gone on a hunt that afternoon, but things had gone terribly wrong. It ended with Ignis and Gladio both taking harsh blows in her stead. If only she had been stronger…

Wiping her eyes again, she made her way to a bench and plopped down, leaning her head up against the wall behind her. Her eyes fluttered closed in an attempt to stop the tears from rushing down her cheeks.

She didn’t deserve Ignis. Why was he wasting his time on her? She was such a mess… she couldn’t cook, she always forgot which cabinet she had stored the spices in, she was always having to be saved during battle…

The sound of the bench creaking startled her; she hadn’t heard footsteps. Opening her eyes, her gaze fell upon Ignis. He was sitting beside her, a cup of tea in his hand. But he didn’t drink tea.

“For you,” he said with a small smile, “Chamomile with a bit of honey.”

Hesitating slightly, she took the cup of tea, halfheartedly smiling at him in thanks. Chamomile was her favorite. He was always taking such great care of her. Yet another reason she didn’t deserve him.

The two sat in silence, Ignis watching the stars beginning to speckle the evening sky as she quietly sipped her tea beside him.

“This has gone on long enough.”

His voice finally broke the silence. She froze, unwilling to even steal a glance in his direction.

“You haven’t been yourself for quite some time. You need to tell me what’s going on. Are you alright?”

“I…” her voice caught in her throat, so she cleared it, hoping it would come out firmly, “I’m fine.”


That hadn’t sounded convincing.

“You’re not fine. Please talk to me.”

She finally looked over at Ignis; he was looking at her, searching her, his green eyes filled with concern.

“I…” she started again, but this time she couldn’t continue. Tears began streaming down her face, and she let out a small sob, looking away from Ignis.

“Darling…” his voice was soft and quiet, warm and gentle… home.

He gently placed his hand over hers, lacing their fingers together. There was a long silence, only occasionally broken by her sniffles.

“You’re too good for me,” she whispered, still not daring to look at him.

Another pause.


“I can’t cook. I can’t fight; you’re always having to save me. You take better care of me than I do of myself. And I’m not of noble blood. And…” she paused for a sniffle and a shaky breath, “And I’m definitely not pretty or smart or even worth your time in any way. Why do you even waste your time with me? You could find someone so much better so quickly… There are tons of people that would line up just for a possible for a chance with a guy like you. Just… just leave now so you can find someone better… quit wasting your time on me, okay?”

There was another gap of silence as Ignis processed the flurry of words that had spilled out of her. His grip on her tightened, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. He reached out his other hand and touched his fingers to her jaw, turning her face towards him. He brushed the hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear as a soft smile played across his face.

“You don’t need to be spectacular, darling. You just need to keep being you. That’s why I fell in love with you.”

She let out another shaky sob as Ignis pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed the top of her head, allowing her to release her tears for a few quiet minutes.

“Now, are you done?” he said as he leaned back, a glint of amusement in his eyes, “You’re being rather melodramatic.”

Iggy had finally gotten the response he wanted. She gave his chest a playful shove, muttering something to the effect of, “Oh shut up.”

He pulled her in for a quick kiss, smiling slightly after.

“You know it’s frustrating when you’re so hard on yourself. Even if that, there’s no one I would rather walk this life with. Please allow me to bear your burdens with you.”

She smiled and nodded, snuggling in closer to him. She rested her head on his chest, and his fingers were soon gently combing through her hair. He was so good to her. He always had been… how did she get so lucky?

“I love you, Iggy… thank you for loving me even though I’m such a mess.”

“I will always love you so much more than you know, darling.”

anonymous asked:

Itachi dating Shisui's sister? What would that be like? Thank you all

Hi anon! Thanks for sending in this wonderful ask. Itachi and Shisui’s friendship is so admirable to me, and I hope I could do them some justice here. Hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this keeping in mind the timing before Shisui committed suicide (lowkey sobbing). Hope that’s alright. ~Admin Nunu

Itachi Dating Shisui’s Sister Headcanons

Originally posted by shisuithegreekgod

• Shisui is very intuitive when it comes to feelings. He’ll definitely realize it when Itachi begins to develop feelings towards his younger sister – which would only be natural since they all would spend a lot of time together. Shisui is very protective over his younger sister, but he would not mind leaving her care in Itachi’s hands because in Shisui’s mind, Itachi is the only one capable of looking after his younger sister.

• I can only see this happening or starting as a thing if Itachi receives a blessings from Shisui to start something with his sister. Itachi has such a profound respect for Shisui, that Itachi unquestionably sees his sister in this way too. It goes without saying that Itachi, who Shisui deems to be just as powerful as himself, will protect his younger sister no matter the cost. Itachi will care for Shisui’s sister, he will try his best to make sure that no harm comes her way.

• Itachi and Shisui’s sister will make a boss power couple. Both are praised to be the greatest in their clans. So, as a result, they don’t see each other as much as they’d like to, because of their mandatory duties. When they do spend time with each other, there is a very blissful vibe between the two. They both genuinely care and trust in each other. They confide in each other because of the doubts they are facing in regards to their clan, in a way that Itachi can’t talk to even Shisui about. One of the things that draws them towards each other is the level of understanding they both share. The other does not get mad when they’re busy or caught up in their work, because they both are dedicated to making the Uchiha clan stop their revolt against the Leaf. For that, Itachi and Shisui’s sister would be willing to do anything.

• Shisui’s sister would be so understanding of Itachi’s feelings, or rather understand his internal struggles. The expectations that Itachi has to meet (protecting his clan, his younger brother, dealing with his father’s expectations, his missions, Danzo, the Anbu) place a great burden on Itachi’s chest. Itachi just wants to be free. He feels he can be that way with Shisui’s younger sister. There is naturally no judgement between the two, only a peace between the two that the both of them enjoy so much. Like all that matters in the world is just the two of them.

• Itachi is a very selfless individual, and so is Shisui’s younger sister. Itachi is drawn towards her kind and warm aura. How she so greatly values the village and the clan much like her elder brother, is very important to Itachi –  that is one of the qualities Itachi finds most appealing. I see that one of the things that connects the two is their dream to stop the coup d’etat and keep their village from harm.

A Short and sweet drabble:

Alfonse/Male Kiran. Reaction to Alfonse’s 5* Level 40 speech to the summoner. (Alas I do not have enough feathers to turn Alfonse into a 5*) Decided to keep describing of the Male Summoner looks to the bare minimum. (I was not too keen on Alfonse at the beginning, but then he grew on me and such). The rating is for All Ages/Safe For Work.

Alfonse notices Kiran’s body is trembling, lips shaking, and he could not see the entire expression of the summoner for his face was mostly hidden by the hood. There were no words coming from Kiran. Alfonse pulled the hood back and he was stunned to see Kiran’s eyes looking very watery.

The summoner biting down on his lip trying to keep himself from crying, his cheeks flushed, and he was afraid to speak for it would come out sounding broken. Alfonse’s words to him touched his very heart and soul it was overwhelming. So many emotions flowing through his veins.

“It’s alright.” Alfonse said quietly and he easily pulls the summoner into a tight hug which broke the dam so to speak. Tears falling from Kiran’s eyes, quiet sobbing sounds, and he hugs Alfonse back.

 “No one has ever said those kind of things to me ever.” Kiran’s voice soft, speech broken, and Alfonse gently rubbing his back. Several minutes pass and Kiran’s crying slowly stops. Alfonse wipes Kiran’s flushed tear stained cheeks with his hands. Cool hands on his warm and wet cheeks felt good.

 “Hope I didn’t scare you with suddenly crying.” Kiran muttered quietly, his eyes looking down, and he planned to put his hood back up it helps keep his expressions for the most part hidden.  

 “Did not scare me. I was a bit worried about whether or not I did something wrong, Kiran.” Alfonse replied calmly and he grasps Kiran’s hands keeping him from putting the hood back into place. “Are you okay?”

 “I don’t know, Alfonse.” Kiran replied in a low voice to him and he closes his eyes unable to look at Alfonse. “For some reason lately you make my heart race so fast. Along with making it feel as if I have butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. The world seems brighter when I am with you.”

 “I feel the same way, Kiran.” Alfonse said softly and he watches as those eyes open up looking surprised. Alfonse chuckles under his breath, he embraces Kiran, and holds him close. Slowly their lips met in a soft faint kiss on the lips and both of their cheeks flushed.

It was the start of a sweet and tender romance: Between A Prince and The Summoner like a rose slowly blooming.

anonymous asked:

How would sidon, mipha and urbosa soothe an s/o who has had a nightmare? (Sorry if I already sent this, the tumblr app updated before I personally sent it, so idk if actually sent. Also I hope you feel better soon Mod A!)



  • At first, Sidon didn’t know what was going on.
  • S/o had just woke up, bawling their eyes out as they clung to him.
  • He instantly woke, cradling them as they sobbed into his shoulder.
  • “What’s wrong, love? What happened?”
  • S/o could just barely get their words out, but he understood enough to figure it out.
  • “It’s alright my love, I’ll be here to help you. No matter what.”


  • Just like her brother, she was startled and confused.
  • “Are you alright, s/o?”
  • As soon as she saw the look on their face, she moved at lightning speed to comfort them.
  • “Shh shh dear it’s alright. Just breathe and tell me what happened.”
  • It took s/o a good few minutes before they could speak, but when they did, Mipha hugged them tightly and whispered soothing words until they fell back asleep.


  • Urbosa didn’t know s/o had a nightmare until she saw them the next morning. 
  • They looked disheveled; bags under their eyes, tear stains on their cheeks, hair completely a mess.
  • “What happened!? Why didn’t you wake me!?”
  • S/o was staying silent, avoiding her the rest of that morning. 
  • When she finally got to them, they spilled; she was saddened by the fact that they thought they would be bothering her if they woke her.
  • “If this ever happens again, wake me. I don’t care; your happiness is important to me.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt 35. "About the baby...he's yours"

“He’s… mine?” Negan asked, his lips were set in a hard line as he looked at the toddler wobbling around on unsteady feet in the corner.

You nodded, anxiously waiting for Negan to elaborate on his feelings. “I’m sorry-”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Negan asked, running a leather clad hand down his scruff, he did not meet your eyes.

“I couldn’t- please, believe me.” You answered, watching his face for any flicker of a more extreme reaction. 

“He’s … he’s a good kid.” Negan asked in almost a whisper, his voice was breathless. “He wouldn’t be if I had looked after him.” Negan continued, his tone was low. You felt your stomach clench with pity.

“Don’t say that.” You said, turned toward your son who waved at you with one chubby hand. You waved back at him, smiling despite the tears that threatened to fall. “You would be a great father.” You told him in a hushed tone. “I’m sorry for not giving you that chance.”

“I can’t blame you.” Negan continued. He did not have the charismatic edge to his tone that was so customary to him. He sounded … disappointed. He was more serious than you had ever seen him, though at the same time more vulnerable. “I didn’t give you any reason not to trust me with your son.” 

“Our son.” You corrected him. He looked at you for the first time since you stated this conversation. He placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled a broken smile.

“No, your son.” Negan replied. You placed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs that emitted from you.

“I’m- I’m so, so sorry.” You whispered, your voice breaking on the last word.

Negan brought you into him, enveloping into you into his arms, further muffling your sobs as you clutched onto him. “It’s okay, shh, it’s okay.” Negan whispered reassuringly. 

I’m so sorry.” 


I hope this was alright Nonnie!

Send me a prompt! (No smut please!)

“Sick” Spencer Reid

The days that you found yourself curled up in a ball on your bed were numerous. There were so many days like this that you had lost count. They were the days where you simply felt as if the entire world around you was going to come tumbling down at any second, or at least the days that the feeling was so overwhelming that you felt like you couldn’t even move. Today was another one of those days.

You curled up in a ball on your bed and wrapped your blanket tight around your body. The blinds and curtains in your bedroom were drawn so that no light could seep through. You felt like you couldn’t move, like you shouldn’t move. The thoughts that were entrapped inside of your mind were torturous and painful. You hated the treachery of your own mind.

Earlier in the morning you had called into work and informed your boss that you were too sick to go to work that day. You threw in a weak cough to make it seem like you had a cold or something and enforce the idea of your illness. In reality, you actually were sick, but it wasn’t the most accepted of illnesses and you just did not want to risk the chance of having to actually go to work. You didn’t think that you would be able to do so anyway.

You spent the day laying inert in your dark bedroom, surrounded by your warm bed. You did not want to talk to anybody, people had tried in the past, but all that it ever did was make you doubt yourself and that only added to your already miserable feeling.

Your cell phone rang numerous times throughout the day, but you didn’t even glance at the caller ID. You just let it go to voicemail, expecting it to be a “concerned” coworker who noticed your absence at work today. Little did you know, the person on the other end was actually concerned for you. It was Spencer.

Since you had started working at the BAU, you and Spencer had fallen into a wordless dance. Your connection was deep and real and you had a lot in common. But your insecurities shielded you from all possibilities of a relationship with the genius. Though, you were aware of your very real feelings for him, you were blind to his reciprocated feelings. He liked you just as much as you liked him. You just did not know it.

You did not expect anybody to be genuinely concerned for your well-being, especially not a coworker. You never did. Ever since you were young, you had learned to not expect people to be concerned of somebody that has been diagnosed with both General Anxiety Disorder and depression. You just weren’t a priority. They shook you off as if you were nothing, excusing themselves by giving up and simply saying, “Well, what would I do to help? Nothing.”

That’s why you were incredibly surprised when you heard the vague ding of your doorbell.

“I’m in here.” You shouted, not capable of having the energy to actually  rise from your comfy spot on your bed to greet your unexpected guest.

Within minutes, your best friend and coworker, Spencer Reid, cautiously creaked the door to your bedroom open just a crack and poked his head through.

“Y/n?” He asked quietly, “May I come in?”

“Sure.” You mumble in reply

He stepped into your bedroom, hauling two full bags behind him. You looked at the objects in his hand curiously from your perch on your bed.

“What do ya’ got there, Spence?” You asked

“Stuff to make you feel better.” He replied matter-of-factly as if it was obvious and you should have known.

He stepped forward and gently took a seat on the corner of your bed, placing the large bags on either side of himself. He looked up at you, his wide eyes and soft smile radiating the sympathy that he felt for you.

“Do you want to talk about why you are always missing work, y/n? Is everything alright?”

You gave him an unconvincing smile. “I’m fine, Spence.” He arced an eyebrow in disbelief, “Okay, you got me I’m not fine.” You relented, “But, I’m dealing with it. I have been diagnosed with GAD and depression for as long as I can remember.”

You were surprisingly  snappy with him. You were never snappy with Spencer. He was too kind, too generous, too caring, to be angry with. So, he knew that something was definitely wrong.

He wrapped a hesitant arm around you, “Shhh. You know you don’t have to be fine, y/n? It’s alright to not be alright for once.”

You looked up at him, hope and sadness and confusion flooding every fiber of your being. Everything just flowed out of you accompanied by the sad tears that had been threatening to pool in your eyes. Large, hot tears flowed down your cheeks and you leaned into Spencer’s chest.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You choked out between raspy sobs

“It’s okay, y/n. It’s okay.” He whispered comfortingly to you, rubbing soft circles into your shoulders with his hand.

“It’s just so tiring. I constantly feel so worthless and it’s so overwhelming. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

The two of you sat like that for a very long time, entrapped in the darkness of your warm bedroom. The tears continued to fall from your eyes until they dried up and you felt as if you could not cry again in a million years. He held you for just a little bit longer, the words that you spoke still stinging through your minds.

“Y/n,” He spoke up, “You don’t have to do it alone any longer.”

Originally posted by smol-bean-reid

Don’t Leave

Kihyun x [Y/N]

Genre: I’m not good at identifying the genre :(

Word Count: 1734

I hope you guys enjoy! I’m actually planning on writing more scenarios/imagines/oneshots with the other members. So yeah. I apologize if it gets boring or there are wrong grammars/spellings ;u;

Originally posted by wonhobe

(imagine that’s you and kihyun lel)

It was already eight in the evening. The guys were busy practicing for their upcoming performances. As soon as the music ended, everyone laid down on the floor, trying to catch their own breaths. The boys were dripping wet from their own sweat. Minhyuk grabbed some tissues and started patting his sweat away. “How many days do we have left?” I.M asked whilst staring up at the ceiling. “We still have five more days to practice for the day–” Shownu was cut off-ed when they heard Minhyuk’s exclaim. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?“ Kihyun threw his phone a bit harder, making Minhyuk flinch from the thud.

Wonho picked up Kihyun’s phone and noticed your texts. “Lovers quarrel.” Everyone turned their heads towards Wonho’s direction except for Kihyun. He was surely pissed from the argument that the two of you are having. “What’d she say?” Hyungwon asked out of curiosity. “She said she wants to break…. up..” Wonho’s voice trailed off as soon as he realized how serious their fight was. Jooheon was starting to worry as he saw a tear slid down Kihyun’s cheeks. “Fine, if she wants to break up then we’ll break up.” This was not like Kihyun at all. Whenever the two of you would have a fight, he would apologize or you would apologize and just make up. There would also be times when Kihyun apologizes, even though he knows that it’s not his fault.

The room was dead silent. “Kihyun–” “I don’t want to talk about it, hyung.” Kihyun already knew that the guys would start asking him questions. They know that you mean the world to Kihyun. Despite the fact that Kihyun was trying to keep a straight face, they know that Kihyun was slowly breaking into pieces. Jooheon and the rest of the boys looked at each other, sending messages through their eyes. Let’s give him some space, for now.. “Let’s take a break for twenty more minutes.” Shownu announced, hearing no protests from the members. They sat on the floor in silence.

Kihyun’s mind was filled with thoughts. Thoughts that could kill a person in just seconds. He was slowly killing himself with overthinking. Laying down on the floor with his forearms covering his eyes, tears started to spill one by one. Shownu went to his side, rubbing Kihyun’s shoulder. Nobody spoke a word as they felt helpless. Kihyun finally started to calm down as he started wiping his tears away. Jooheon, along with Minhyuk and I.M, started to do some aegyo. This made Kihyun smile and laugh. Wonho would join the three, making the others groan. They would throw jokes at each other, only to receive savage replies from Kihyun. This continued for ten minutes.

“Hey, hey, do you guys remember the time when Jooheon had to beg–” The sound of a phone ringing stopped everyone from talking. It was Kihyun’s phone. Jooheon got his phone for him and saw that it was from you. Kihyun gestured Jooheon to answer it.


(Is this Kihyun?)

“Y-yeah, how may I help you?” Jooheon stammered, not knowing why but he was starting to feel nervous. It wasn’t your voice. It was some old woman’s voice.

(I don’t know who else to call but your number was on her favorites so I reckon that you’re related to her in someway. Anyway, the young lady who owns this phone got hit by a car but she’s now already in the emergency room.)

“P-pardon? Got hit b-by a c-car?” Jooheon couldn’t help but stutter. His heart was beating fast. He went blank as soon as he heard the lady from the other line confirm it. Kihyun scrambled to his feet, grabbing the phone from Jooheon.

“W-where are you right n-now?”

(We’re here at {insert some hospital names here}. Please come here as soon as possible. I’ll wait for you.)

Kihyun quickly thanked the lady and ended the phone call. The guys caught the situation right away as they hurriedly went out of the practice room with their manager. Kihyun got in the passenger’s seat beside the driver’s seat. Their manager started the engine and sped off right away. Kihyun was damn worried. He was restless as he kept on looking at the time, counting every single second or minute that has passed. His heart couldn’t rest as it kept on beating a lot faster than the normal heart beat. Please hang in there, [Y/N]. He thought, praying silently to God that you’ll be alright. You’ll wake up with him beside you, holding your hand. He regrets every single word that he said to you.

Kihyun couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Less than ten minutes, they’ve finally arrived at the hospital. Without any further a do, he went out of the van as soon as they arrived and went running to the emergency room. He saw an old lady holding your phone on her wrinkly yet delicate hands. She was clearly praying for you. “E-excuse me..” The old lady looked up to him, her eyes were red from crying. “Thank goodness, you came.” She stood up as she saw Kihyun beside her. Grabbing his hand, she gave him your phone and said, “I hope that she’ll be alright.. It would be a shame if we lost a pure soul… She saved my blind daughter from getting hit by the car…” The old lady was sobbing while telling Kihyun what happened. Kihyun, himself, couldn’t stop himself from tearing up.

It broke his heart by the thought that you still had the heart to save someone’s life despite the fact that the two of you had a fight before the incident. Before he realized, he was already sobbing along with the old lady. He fell on his knees and cried out loud. “I-I don’t deserve to be loved by someone who’s heart is filled with goodness and purity… I wish I never said those things to her… I don’t want to lose her…. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her… She’s my everything…” He said in between his sobs. The old lady hugged Kihyun, trying to comfort him.

“Excuse me, are you the relatives of [Y/N]?” Kihyun, along with the old lady, looked up, only to meet the eyes of a doctor. “I-I’m her boyfriend.” Kihyun stood up with the help of the old lady. “[Y/N]’s fine but she broke some of her ribs, there are bruises and she is quite lucky that she didn’t have any damages or injuries on her head as it would have been fatal for her.” Kihyun felt like he could faint any moment. A sigh of relief went out from his lips. “She’s hasn’t woken up but maybe in an hour or two, she’ll wake up. Right now, she’s resting in Room 514A. Now, I have to excuse myself.” Kihyun thanked the doctor and bowed. “I guess I have to take my leave now, Kihyun. Take good care of her. She’s one of a kind and I am eternally grateful for what she did.” Kihyun flashed a smile at the old lady and bade goodbye.

He rushed to the elevator and pressed the fifth button. Once the elevator tinged, he carefully searched for your room. His eyes moving from number to number until it landed on your room.

Kihyun knocked on the door and pushed it open. He saw you lying there, unconscious, with bandages wrapped at some parts of your body. You were breathing normally. Kihyun walked towards you and saw how peaceful you looked but it broke his heart at the sight of the bandages. He held your hand and gazed at your sleeping face.

“[Y/N]… please wake up… please don’t break up with me… please…” He paused for awhile as his breath hitched. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry for all the harsh things that I’ve said a while ago, [Y/N]… I didn’t mean any of those harsh words…. You’re my everything… Thinking about losing you… it felt like hell, [Y/N]…. D-don’t leave me…” Kihyun wiped the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. Kihyun didn’t notice the members coming in to the room. They slowly went to him and patted him on the back. Some of the members were tearing up or probably crying their eyes out at the sight of you lying on a hospital bed with tons of bandages.

Kihyun sat beside your bed, never letting go of your hand. The boys stayed with him for a while. Their presence was already comforting him. Time passed by quickly, the boys had to go back to their dorm, leaving Kihyun with you. Kihyun barely blinked as he was waiting for you to wake up. He would tuck you in your bed, making sure you’re not cold. As time ticked and tocked for how many times, Kihyun slowly drifted off to his own dreamland.

It was around three in the morning when you finally woke up. You could feel something heavy on your hand, your eyes still adjusting to the lights. Looking down, you saw Kihyun. He was in an uncomfortable position. This made you tear up. Even though you told him to break up with you, he still came for you. You gave his hand a light squeeze, thinking that it won’t wake him up. You could feel his hand give yours a light squeeze. He groaned as his back ached from his position.

Kihyun turned his head to face you and you gave him a faint smile. “Thanks.” That was the first thing that came out from your mouth. “[Y/N], thank goodness.” As much as he wanted to engulf you into a big, tight hug, he didn’t want to hurt you internally and externally. Caressing your cheeks, he gazed at you lovingly. His eyes was filled with tears, which made you soften. “I thought I was going to lose you…” He softly mumbled. “[Y/N]… I really am sorry for what I said yesterday and if it–” You shushed him and just smiled at him. “I love you, Kihyun.” Kihyun stood up from his seat, he brought his face near yours. Your foreheads touching each other, he whispered, “I love you too, [Y/N]… Don’t think about leaving me, okay?” The two of you chuckled, sharing a sweet kiss right after.

“You know, you can sleep here beside me.”

“Uh, no. You freaking broke your freaking ribs, woman.”


sigh…. Fine.”


If I Stay Forever pt.2

Prompt: Lola Wayne in a coma due to an assassination attempt by Talia Al Ghul to make Bruce join the league. She has a very low chance of survival and has an out of body experience.


It had been about 3 weeks since everything. Since Lola fell into a coma. But here was, standing outside her own body. In all white and confused. She looked around and saw she was in a hospital.

What happened? How did she get there?

She turned and saw her body in that hospital bed. Tubes and such covering her mouth and nose, iv drips in her arm and it looked like she was hooked up to a machine.

Lola frowned. She couldn’t be dying. She just couldn’t.

Probably a near death experience. But why can’t she remember what happened?

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone walked in. She turned to the door and saw her second oldest son, Jason walk in. He looked worn out.

His blue eyes looked dark, hair a bit disheveled, and he looked like he was crying.

Lola watched as he sat at the chair by her bed. He gently grabbed her limp hand. Lola looked down at her own, feeling his hand in hers. She looked up back at Jason.

“Hey ma,” he whispered, shakily. “How they treating you here? Good I hope,”

It broke her heart to see her baby boy in so much pain. She wishes she could yell, hug and kiss him and let him know she’s alright. But she couldn’t. All she could do was watch.

Jason swallowed a sob and wiped a tear away. “Nothing’s the same without you, you know?…..Dick hates himself, Tim…..he’s closing off everyone, Damian hasn’t said a word since and Bruce…”

Lola waited anxiously on the news off her husband. But Jason just bowed his head and cried quietly.

“He’s worse….” he finally said. “He’s more angry than usual, he knows who did this to you and he wants them dead.”

If Lola was able to make herself known to him, he would see her standing at the other side of the bed, whiter than her long sleeved dress she’s wearing.

She didn’t want Bruce to break his code. No matter the circumstances.

“Alfred stopped him,” he said. Lola sighed in relief. “He told him what you said to him all those years ago….‘Killing will make you no better than them so forgive them and move on…Because if you don’t, you’re gonna live the rest of your life in hate and anger’”

She smiled softly at her own words. Once she wakes up, she had to thank Alfred.

“I know Bruce won’t forgive Talia,” Jason said harshly.

Lola frowned. Talia? What about her? Was she the reason she was like this?

“I don’t….and neither does anyone else.“he continued on harshly before his voice turned soft again. “Please….don’t leave me…”

He started crying again. His voice sounded small and scared. Lola’s tears fell silently with him.

“I don’t want to see another day without you,” his voice cracked as he gripped her hand. “I promise I’ll be a better son…a better brother just…don’t go,”

Few more days had passed since Jason’s visit. Lola sat there. On one of the chairs near the bed and watched as the nurses delivered more flowers and more flowers. It looked like a flower shop.

Lola looked at her half dead body. Her family must be so broken right now. She’d do anything to see them and tell them she’s okay.

Suddenly, the door opened and saw Barry?

She hadn’t seen him in a very long time. It was a surprise to see him. He had a somber look on his face. He held a bouquet of lilies in hand.

“Hey, Lo,” he said, waving at her body. Before realizing that it was ridiculous to wave at a half dead body. “Umm…I bought you flowers but I see everyone had the same idea,”

He looked around. Seeing the flowers all around and laid his next to a huge vase of red roses.

Barry walked over to the bed, standing next to the chair she was sitting on.

Lola smiled at him. He was always such an awkward guy but that added to his charm. She could see why Iris loved him.

“I came as soon as I heard,” he mumbled.”

Lola sighed. Any other time, she would be happy to see him but given the situation, she thought it would be inappropriate to smile happily. Not that they could see her.

“Iris wanted to come,” Barry said, fiddling with his fingers. “So did Cisco, Caitlin and the rest but umm. Iris could barely stop crying and same goes for everyone else…Wally was the worst.”

Lola sat there and watched him sadly ruffle his hair. “I was thinking….in a way, we all took you for granted,” He said, looking over her closed eyes.

“You’ve done so much for us all….Without complaints, without thinking of yourself and for that, I want you to know that I’m forever thankful,” Barry said as a tear fell from his eye. He fiddled with his fingers again. “I know you’ll pull through…you’re the strongest woman I have ever met. I know you’re a fighter. You’re a Wayne and Waynes don’t stay down.”

Barry chuckled dryly. Lola giggled a little.

Barry gave her one last look, taking her hand in his. “You’ll get through this….There’s too many lives that need you still….and I’m not ashamed to say I’m one of them,”

Not losing you - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: Not losing you

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2,107

Warnings: Serious injuries, Jensen relating to Dean

Prompt: Hey! I was wondering if you could maybe write an imagine where the reader is an actress on the show, and she and Jensen really like each other, and y/n gets badly injured and like unconscious when filming a scene and Jensen is really worried and stays with her in the hospital and such! Love your writing!!

“Jensen” Jared pursed his lips as he let Jensen’s cup of coffee on the table “Don’t do this to yourself, man. Please.”

Jensen’s hand rested on his knees as he stared at the sleeping form. Your sleeping form. If it was any other occasion he would have loved it more than anything, because yes he had guilty pleasures, but at that very moment he just wished so bad you could wake up.

“I almost lost her, Jared.” he felt a lump form in his throat as fresh tears welled up in his eyes “I almost lot her.” he buried his face in his hands as he tried to keep his sobs in.

“J” Jared placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder “It’s not your fault.”

“No but I should have been there, Jared. I should have been there damn it.” Jensen gritted his teeth “I should have been by her side in an instant.”

“That’s humanly impossible, Jensen. You know it.” Jared breathed out with a smile as his friend stubbornly shook his head.

It had started out first as a game. The four of you goofing around as you always did on set and as Jensen had come to love more than anything else.

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SPN Finale Thoughts

I already said I’d share this, so here goes. I’ll talk about both episodes, but I’ll keep it short about 12x22, because even though there’s lots of stuff to mention there, in comparison to 12x23 it was literally relaxing to watch.  Spoilers below.

12x22: Who We Are

In this episode, the BMoL are wiped out (finally!), or at least the branch of them that went to America and made a huge mess. To be honest, I liked that this storyline was more present than the myth arcs usually are, but mostly I found the BMoL rather annoying. Yes, it was a nice change of scenery to have some human antagonists this season, but to me their storyline was never as intriguing as the Nephilim myth arc, as the double finale perfectly displayed. 12x22 was great, I loved it, but it was not epic (12x23 was, but I’ll get to this in a minute). I can’t think of  a single scene in this episode that I didn’t thorougly enjoy - all of the character development, the feelings (and Ketch finally bit it). Jody survived, but we didn’t get to see Eileen again, which I had been hoping for a little. Ketch killed Toni, and I was even a bit upset about this, but not that much honestly. Dean finally got to use the grenade launcher, faced his past, his most internal emotions, reconciled with his Mom, and don’t get me started on that group hug in the end. (Clearly, this episode set a completely wrong tone for 12x23, but to be honest so did the first 35 minutes of 12x23) My favourite scene however was back at Jody’s house, Sam’s speech in front of the other hunters (he did the “we - no, I” thing that so many people have been talking about regarding Destiel and brodependency); I was so so proud of him in that moment. And then Dean, choosing to stay behind and admitting openly that Sam is ready to be on his own: this was such a big step for both of them and it was beautiful, and then the BMoL were wiped out, Mary was saved and killed Ketch, Dean forgave her, Sam forgave her, group hug, credits. And then 12x23 came and hit everybody in the face.

12x23: All Along The Watchtower

If we combine these two episodes, it totally justifies the red wedding comment, but for me, 12x23 was a Red Wedding on its own. There are many points to address in this episode, and I’ll try to do it chronologically.

First of all, Rowena. No doubt, she deserved better than an off-screen death, but let’s not forget we haven’t seen a corpse that could be actually identified as her. Okay, there are multiple hints that the burnt figure on the ground is really her (her phone, her bag, the hair in Lucifer’s hand), but no body - no death. Also, why is nobody talking about the fact that the opening of this scene was super creepy, we see Rowena’s buzzing phone and her ringtone is this happy beepy tune, and then the camera wanders off to blood splats across the table and the floor… (Headcanon: what we heard is Rowena’s ringtone just for Sam, because of that “do I have my own ringtone?” in 12x11)

Crowley. Oh my. He just shows up at the bunker, complete with snarky comments, and doesn’t even leave out the fabulous tale of Crowley And The Rat. He admits his mistake (hybris even) regarding Lucifer, tells the Winchesters that he actually hates being the King of Hell, and then promises to close the gates of hell if they help him defeat Lucifer. To me, this whole season has been one big Crowley redemption arc, and in the end, he dies a hero’s death, sacrificing his life for a spell to lock Lucifer in that apocalypse AU. We don’t know if it was his spell that actually closed the portal, or the birth of the Nephilim, but I think that doesn’t really matter here. His intentions do: he died, saving the Winchesters and the rest of the world from Lucifer and a Lucifer-influenced Nephilim, and atoning for his own mistake. His last words: “Bye, boys.” I’m not crying, you are. The king is dead, all hail the king.

Lucifer. Mark Pellegrino said “if you didn’t hate me before, you will after this.” And god, do I. Most of the season I just found him annoying, whatever vessel he was in, but now I just wish him a slow and painful death, preferably at the hands of Team Free Will, because being locked in the apocalypse AU is far too good for him.

The Nephilim. (okay, this isn’t chronological anymore, but I’m saving the most important for last) We didn’t get to see him until the last five seconds, and that was super creepy. The burning footsteps, the shady figure in the dark, the golden eyes, that smile… apart from that creepy evil smile, he actually seemed scared to me, curled up in that dark corner, but now I don’t know what to think. I really like the fact that he’s not a baby, because I didn’t anticipate that, and apparently none of the characters did either. He looked teen-aged to me (but let’s be honest here, we didn’t really see him), but the actor in the opening credits, Alexander Calvert, who must have been playing him because who else, is 26 years old already, so he might be grown-up. Just as an aside, I don’t like the name Jack in general, and even less so as the name of Lucifer’s child. I hope they’ll stick with something else.

Cas. (*clears throat*) Cas. (*starts sobbing uncontrollably*) CAS! Alright, I’ll calm down. Still this was one of the most painful things to watch in like, ever. I had my suspicions about Cas dying, but on tumblr people referred to it as the “annual Cas panic” and told everybody to calm down, nothing was going to happen, WELL LOOK HOW THAT TURNED OUT! When Cas came storming through that portal towards Lucifer and Sam had to drag Dean away from him and back to their world, I thought for sure that Cas would get stuck in the apocalypse AU, and when he popped out again, I was so happy and relieved, and I guess that’s why it hit me so much harder when Lucifer stabbed him from behind. I’m not kidding, I screamed. Like, loud. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed at my TV before, but this time I did. I was in complete shock for the remaining minutes, and Dean collapsing next to Cas’ body broke me completely. Crowley’s death may have been painful, but it was nowhere near this, because at least his death made sense, whereas Cas’ death was uttlery pointless. It was just Lucifer breaking Daddy’s toys and sewing destruction. Cas was killed in front of the people he calls his family, the people he loves most in the entire world, and who love him just as much as he loves them, but he never really knew that. And Dean’s reaction makes it so much more painful, because you can literally see his world shattering when he screams “NO!” when Lucifer stabs Cas, and you can see everything breaking inside and out as he looks at Cas’ body and collapses next to him, not caring about anything else, while Sam runs off looking for the newborn Nephilim.(According to Jensen, we haven’t even seen Dean’s full reaction yet) As painful as it is, this just stresses Destiel (and fits perfectly with @tinkdw ’s break up theory), and honestly I can’t wait for Dean’s reaction when Cas comes back (after two days we basically have confirmation that he’ll be back :D). Even before Jared’s whoopsie at JIBcon and Misha’s tweet that “Cas has a future”, I was pretty positive that he’d come back, although there was something seemingly final about his death: this is the first time he’s died an actual “angel death”, white light/grace, wings burned into the ground and all. It’s his fifth time dying (I think), and it was certainly the most painful one, including Dean’s reaction. They have come so much further in their relationship this season, with the mixtape scene and all, but Dean still hasn’t reciprocated Cas’ “I love you” from 12x12. Back then, when Cas was dying, Dean was in total denial (as I will be from now on till October, when I won’t need to be anymore hopefully), but now he has to face this, he has to face Cas’ death, and he has to face his feelings for Cas. And as painful as that might be at first, you bet he won’t hold himself back anymore when Cas comes back after this.

You Are Not Alone - Neville Longbottom Imagine

A/N: hello dearies, yet another request :)

Anonymous said: Hi, I was wondering if I could request a neville oneshot where the reader is really upset about her ‘friends’ telling her they don’t actually care about her and tell her to toughen up and stop being a crybaby and she’s has anxiety and depression so it just really hits her hard and she spends the next few weeks just sitting alone and not even caring about her appearance and then neville just tells her how important to him she is in his awkward way, i’m sorry, thanks for reading this though.. 

so here it is, I really hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter

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You Are Not Alone

Neville sighted sadly when he saw (Y/N). It had been like this for weeks. Usually, she was always smiling and happy and kind to everyone. But in the past couple of weeks she had completely changed. She was always sitting alone, even at meals. She was never smiling anymore. And she had even stopped caring about her appearance. Not that he cared; he had always thought she was beautiful no matter what. But he could tell something was really bothering her and he wanted to know what it was. It was the third day he had seen it in this week. (Y/N) was walking down the halls with her head down. He knew something wasn’t right. She didn’t even mind that people bumped her while walking. She just kept staring down and walking straight. He saw her go inside the classroom and quickly followed her. He spotted her by herself in the last row.

The words hunted her like it was still yesterday, even if it had been a couple of weeks now.

“Stop being such a crybaby!”

“I don’t understand how someone like you could be placed in Gryffindor!”

“Grow up already, (Y/N)!”

“No wonder nobody likes you!”

(Y/N) composed herself looking out the window and saw her reflection lightly on it. She looked nothing like her. She didn’t recognize herself anymore. She felt alone and sad.

“Is this seat taken?” she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Neville Longbottom talking to her. When she turned to look at him, he saw how sad she really was. Her eyes didn’t have that spark anymore. She tried to pull of her best smile and shook her head no. After a while of awkward silence, he managed to get something else out. “So, how you’ve been?”  This time, she looked at him with a surprised look.

“Um- well, I’m good, thank you” she said stuttering a little. “H-how have you been, Neville?”

“I’m alright” he told her. Neville wanted to say something else but he wasn’t sure what to say. But before he could even open his mouth…

“Oh, look girls” a group of girls that Neville knew were (Y/N)’s friends came their way. Or at least he thought they were until he noticed (Y/N) tense up and look away. “Little (Y/N)’s found herself a new teddy bear” she said smirking.

“Really, (Y/N)? You’re going to bore Longbottom now until he doesn’t like you anymore?” another one of them said. Neville saw (Y/N)’s eyes fill up with tears.

“Aw, are you going to cry?”

“That’s all she ever does-“

“Leave her alone!” Neville snapped standing up and glaring at the group of friends. The girls started laughing and glared back at Neville before they all walked away to the other side of the classroom. Neville turned to (Y/N) again and saw she was crying silently looking out the window. “(Y/N)” he said softly sitting next to her. “D-don’t listen to them” he said placing a hand on her shoulder but (Y/N) flinched at his touch and stood up.

“I’m s-sorry, Neville” she said wiping away the tears. “I d-don’t want to bother you” she said grabbing her stuff and walking out of the class before Professor Flitwick came in.

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lying in wait

summary: adrien agreste never let anyone see him cry, until he does.

pairings: adrinette

sidenotes: pls


Ladybug took three steps into the school building before collapsing from exhaustion. Her kwami, mirroring her inept ability to stand up straight, flew out of her earrings and fell onto the floor beside her, despite the obvious unsanitary circumstances it may have held.

“That was insane,” Marinette breathed out, darting her hand out to scoop her precious kwami up to safety. Tikki could only nod in exasperation.

Probably one of the most daring – and coincidentally terrifying villains Marinette had ever faced, had just been defeated. Narrowly, too. Marinette had to literally throw herself away from the scene of the crime in order to get away before her time ran out as her alter ego.

“I agree…we should check you for wounds…” Tikki wheezed, sitting up weakly in Marinette’s safely cupped hands.

Marinette shrugged it off like it was no big deal. The new villain had a thing for knives, and throwing them. But Marinette wasn’t worried about any scrapes or cuts.

“Tikki,” she began, words stiff like cardboard. “My back, I…I fell on it, and…”

Tikki gasped. “Oh dear, I had almost forgotten. Go on then, turn around, let me see.”

Marinette nodded and turned herself around, gingerly reaching behind her and tugging at the base of her shirt, making small whimpering sounds as she had done so.

Sometime during the fight while barely avoiding knives in her stomach, she had toppled suddenly off a four story building, without her yoyo, and slammed directly into the roof of a car, which had been severely damaged before she was able to use her power to fix it.

Unfortunately, one thing the magic hadn’t fixed was the searing, horrific pain echoing from her spine, perhaps one of the most dangerous places to be injured. Marinette’s fear was at an all time high, but she sucked it in to let Tikki examine her.

“Oh god,” Tikki breathed out, and Marinette used all of her strength to hold it a racking sob.

Tikki saw what could only be described as a bruised masterpiece, Marinette had certainly seen the fruits of battles, enough to be told by the white scars lining up and down her sides, but the dark-hued blue-black that her back was turning into now was certainly alarming to the in-tune kwami, who was worried for the health and safety of her user.

“Marinette, I think we might have to take you to a hosp-“

Her words were cut off by the sudden rattling of metal, like someone was climbing up the steps to the classroom where she was currently residing. Marinette dropped her shirt suddenly and enclosed her hands together to conceal her kwami, while awaiting the door to swing open and blow her cover.

It didn’t come. Instead, she heard rushed, terrified voices echoing from the hall.

Dammit! This isn’t…I can’t find her!”

Marinette blinked, she could almost recognize the voice.

Relax, Adrien, come on, she’ll be fine-“

Marinette’s eyes widened. Adrien? What was he doing at school on a Saturday?

And the better question was – how was she going to explain away her appearance at school on a Saturday?

She’s not! She’s not, god, I…oh my god, how could I have let her leave, she’s not ok…”

“Adrien, I’m sure she’s alright…”

“I watched her hit that car! I know she’s not, I heard it, I heard her hit it and I thought she was dead!”

The raw intensity and power in Adrien’s voice shocked her. A haunting, heavy sense of dread bit at the back of her throat.

Was he…talking about her? Had he seen the battle? Had he seen her fall?

Adrien…please, you need to calm down…”

“I can’t, I can’t not until I find her, I have to help her…I didn’t protect her, like I was supposed to, how could I…how could I have been so…”

With the last word, she heard an unfamiliar choking sound, it sounded like it had ripped itself out of his throat and begged itself into existed, a low sob that made her heart literally ache in empathy.

She slowly rose to her feet, shaking and back still roaring in pain. She ignored it, wanting to see exactly what was going on outside of that empty classroom.

Her hand fumbled with the doorknob and slowly creaked it open, careful not to make a sound.

When she opened the door, she saw nothing at first, not until her eyes snapped a shape on the stairs. Adrien.

He was hunched over, head buried in his hands, which shook with tremors as he let out another tortured sob.

Marinette, completely taken by the whole situation, cupped the hand that wasn’t holding Tikki against her mouth to keep herself from screaming in sadness. Adrien was crying, someone had made Adrien cry. She desperately wished to run to him and hug him and let him cry into her shoulder until he didn’t have any tears left to shed.

“A-Adrien…” she spoke testily, unsure if she should disturb him.

He sat up immediately, all sounds halting.

“Who’s there?” He asked harshly, without turning around. She felt her lip quiver as the lump in her throat grew astronomically bigger.

“It’s…It’s Marinette, Adrien-“

“Marinette,” he said her name, monotonously. “Don’t…don’t come any closer.”

She hesitated at the top of the steps. His voice was heavy with tears and she was afraid to approach him, afraid to see what had made him cry.

“What’s…” she trailed off, fiercely trying to swallow the lump that wouldn’t g away in her throat. “What’s wrong, Adrien, please…”

He stiffened at the use of his name, and he shakily pulled himself to his feet to face her. His eyes were bloodshot and she could see the path of tears on his cheeks. It broke her heart into a million pieces – no one, especially not Adrien, should have to be in that much pain.

“I…I saw a fight.” He told her slowly. “I saw Ladybug, and I…I saw her fall.”

Marinette sucked in a breath, remembering the resounding pain in her back. She had no idea Adrien was a fan of Ladybug, or at least caught a glimpse of the fight, especially with it being so violent. She hoped he wasn’t hurt, at least not physically.

“I thought she was dead.” He told her, voice void of any emotions, until it finally cracked. “I thought she was dead, oh god – I thought, I thought…” he choked again, a new, fresher wave of tears falling down his face. Marinette felt her eyes burn and her throat close.

“She’s alright,” Marinette sobbed, not even bothering to hold her tears back any longer. “Ladybug’s ok – I promise.”

He looked at her, eyes still glistening. “Why…why are you crying…?” He asked her, puzzled to the fact that tears were streaming down her cheeks even though she was not even the traumatized one.

“Oh,” Marinette exclaimed, suddenly embarrassed. She wiped her tears away and sniffed. “I’m…I’m sorry. I just, I saw you crying, and I…”

Adrien looked ashamed, and wiped his eyes, frustrated. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be here…”

“N-no! Adrien, I think…I mean, it’s alright for you to cry, if you’re worried about Ladybug…she’s alright though, trust me.” Marinette tried to smile, even if it appeared a bit wobbly. Adrien’s face was unreadable, like he was trying to digest what he thought of her. The strange girl from class he rarely talked to. Mostly because she had an inability to talk to him.

He blinked before speaking again. It was amazing that he still managed to look radiant and beautiful even though he’d been crying his eyes out earlier.

“How do you…know Ladybug is alright?” He asked her earnestly.

“Um…Ladybug is a…a friend. She’s alright. A bit bruised up, but she’ll be ok.” Marinette winced as she raised her hand to pat the back of her head. Her back felt like molten lava had been poured onto no less than an hour ago.

“…A friend, huh.” He spoke, almost bitterly. “You know her identity then?”

“I mean…I…guessed it.” She answered slowly. The conversation was going down a path she wasn’t intent on finishing.

“I…see…” He mumbled softly, tracing his hands on the railings of the steps. Marinette bit her lip and anxiously waited for him to ask her for Ladybug’s identity – and answer she knew she’d never be able to give him. Instead, he pleasantly surprised her.

“If you…if you see Ladybug, could you…tell her something?” he asked her cautiously. Marinette made a confused face.

“You…know Ladybug?” Marinette inquired, not recalling a time when she’d directly talked to Adrien as Ladybug.

“I…well, not exactly. But…I know Chat Noir.” Adrien’s bloodshot eyes flashed with recognition as he looked at her steadily, as if expecting her to question his connections. She didn’t.

“Alright…what do you want me to tell her?” She asked him, voice hauntingly quiet.

“Tell her…tell her to stay safe. And that no matter what, I…I mean, we need her more than anything.” He said, voice sort of whispery and paper-thin.

Marinette felt her heart swell. Adrien needed her. Well, he said we, but, still. That counted for something, right?

She almost said thank you and started crying again, but he might just find that a bit odd, so she bit her tongue and nodded silently.

“I’ll be sure to tell her that.” She finally told him after a few missed beats of silence. He looked away, like he had suddenly just realized that he had openly cried in front of one of his classmates.

“And, um…I’ll keep this between us, ok…?” She said quietly, walking down the steps to where he was standing and boldly resting her hand on his shoulder, releasing another burst of pain from her bruised back.

He smiled in gratitude. Marinette returned the smile, as infectious as his was.

“I think you’re the first person to see me cry, Marinette,” he joked loosely, but after a few beats of surprised silence, Marinette became unsure of whether or not he was joking.

“There’s nothing wrong with crying, Adrien.” She comforted him, before hastily removing her hand which had still been lying on his shoulder contently.

“Maybe not,” he shrugged. She blinked and held his eyes, hoping that he knew she was serious. Nothing good ever came from bottling up your emotions inside of you.

They both paused suddenly on the steps, like the rest of the world around them had frozen in time. She could only focus on him, on his aspects, the way his hair fell around his eyes, and the redness of his cheeks after being traversed by tears. He seemed to be calculating the same things about her, eyes flickering around her face.

For a brief moment, it seemed like they were both slowly gravitating towards one another, like the secret they shared amongst themselves had drawn them closer in only a matter of minutes.

But then the world started up again and the reality of the situation sat on their shoulders like concrete. Adrien drew backwards, almost ashamed he had allowed himself to stray from his originally intended path – Ladybug, of course.

He turned around awkward and started to move on his way to the front of the school building. There was no use lingering in an empty school building with nothing but the ghost of his sadness and tears.

“Adrien,” Marinette called before he could officially exit. “I think…I think Ladybug would be lucky to know someone like you.”

He gave her a small smile, barely visible from across the room. “I can only hope.”

As he left, Marinette felt warm, grateful tears slide down her cheeks.

“Marinette,” Tikki squeaked from below her. “Why are you crying?”

“Nothing…” she murmured, wiping her happiness away with her sleeve. “No reason at all.”


She's Here With Us Now

*Listen to words by Skylar Grey while reading, it made me cry like a baby*

Warnings: Mentions Death (Sorry 😕)

Requested: No

It’s so loud, inside my head with words that I should’ve said. As I drown in my regrets.. I can’t take back .. the words I never said…

There were plenty of things you and Grayson argued about. Fans, him being away so much, him being possessive and jealous at times. Sometimes they got so bad that Ethan had to step in. You cried and prayed to god that things would change. Grayson was angry that the two of you couldn’t communicate with each other anymore.

You and Grayson was extremely happy at one point. Being around each other and just chilling was you guys’ favorite thing to do. Vibing with one another. Laughs and kisses. Sleepless nights where you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other resulting in Ethan teasing you two the next morning. He admired you’re beauty. He admired the color of your eyes and that one dimple in your left cheek. He admired your flaws. He admired all of you. The little things that you didn’t like he loved. Grayson loved when you sang to him. When he was away, he would call you, asking you to sing to him until he fell asleep.

Sometimes Grayson would sit and reminisce on things he could’ve made better. He wishes he could’ve told you the things he’s never told anyone else. Ever. He wanted to tell you that he loved you. He beats himself up for not telling you sooner. Ethan couldn’t help his brother because he didn’t know how. He hated seeing Grayson so upset but he didn’t how to fix it.

You dying did nothing but make Grayson fall apart. He cried for days after your funeral. He broke glass and punched walls. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t sleeping. Grayson felt as if maybe if he just shut up and listened to you that maybe he could’ve stopped it from happening. There was no such thing as happiness in Grayson’s life anymore. He isolated himself from everyone. He wanted you. He needed you. He loved you. But you left him. You left him here and he hated you for that. He was angry with you. He couldn’t believe you. The pain that he was feeling wasn’t like any other and you were the cause.

So now here he is standing in front of your headstone trying to hold back his tears. Ethan worriedly watched his brother from afar. He knew Grayson wouldn’t be able to say much but he didn’t speak on it.

The longer I stand here. The louder the silence. I know that you’re gone but sometimes I swear that I hear, your voice when the wind blows so I talk to the shadows hoping you might be listening cause I want you to know …

“All I wanted was for you to stay with me.” Grayson mumbled. “Why didn’t you stay with me? We had a future together.” He placed the rose on your tombstone and took a step back and for the first time, Grayson felt like something has been lifted off his shoulder. That’s when he heard your voice.

“Gray?” His head snapped around and he saw you standing behind him. “(Y/N)?” He breathed. “You’re not real.” You shook your head no. “You need to wake up, Gray.” Your voice was soft just as he remembered.

“Why’d you leave me?” He asked. “It was my time to go Gray, but now I need you to wake up.” You said grabbing his hand. Grayson quietly gasped feeling how cold your hands were. “This isn’t real do you understand me?” He shook his head. “Please let me stay. I need you just please let me stay.” You sighed. (Y/N) placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “It’s time for you to wake up, Gray.” His body felt light and he can feel himself being lifted. Then suddenly everything went dark.

“Grayson!” Grayson!“ His eyes slowly opened. He winced as the light burned his eyes. He tried sitting up but wasn’t able to move. “You fell out at the cemetery.” Ethan’s voice echoed Grayson’s head. It took Grayson a while to see clearly and when he did, everyone was hugging him and crying. After seeing you, he felt at peace. He felt like the world has been lifted off his shoulders. Grayson heard footsteps and looked over Ethan’s shoulder.

It was you.

You two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before you told him what he always wanted to hear. “I love you, Gray.” He begin to cry and Ethan held him in his arms. “I miss her s-so much.” Grayson sobbed. “I know buddy,” Ethan rubbed his back. “I miss her too.”

“She was there,” Grayson whispered to Ethan. “She was there at the cemetery.” Ethan pulled away from Grayson looking him in the eyes. “I know, I seen her too and I know she’s here with us now.”

A/N: Listen alright … this was pretty damn hard to right and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t cry while writing it 😪 but I hope you guys enjoyed and I’ll love some feedback! - A

mysteriousentityisheretoloveyou  asked:

Yo! How'd you find the S3 Voltron Trailer 😂😂😂 also I need angst. Headcanons about Keith missing his black paladin boyfriend?

Hey! Do you mean did I like the trailer? or how did I actually find it? I am both happy and scared because of that trailer - suspense terrifies and stresses me out lol, and I found it on YouTube!

And sure! I can write some angst-y headcanons! I’m writing it like Shiro is missing, not dead or anything, so that there will still be some fluff left. I hope that’s alright!

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You having a nightmare next to them.


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He’d look over at you shaking in your sleep. This mans would be really worried. He would try to wake you up and tell you everything is okay. Holding you tightly he’d say

“Don’t worry baby, it was just a dream. Come over here.”


He’d get up groggily and get terrified when he heard you scream. He’d look around thinking someone had broken in. When he realized you were dreaming he’d kiss you awake. 

“It’s okay jagi, you’ve got the great Chanyeol to protect you.”


When you awoke shouting something, he would wake up and be completely disoriented. Like why is this girl screaming. When he sat up and pulled you into his arms, he saw that you had wet cheeks. 

“Jagi, don’t worry, you’re safe now. I promise.”


You had woken him up with your weeping. He wouldn’t know whether to wake you up or not. So he would just cuddle you in hopes of comforting you. 

“I’ve got you jagi.”


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After coming home from work and seeing you asleep but frantically kicking. He woke you up as fast as he could. Brushing the hair out of your face, he’d look at you. His eyes filled with concern.

“Do you want to talk about your dream jagi?”


When you jerked the covers off of him he was like what the shit. When he looked at your face he realized how distressed you looked. He saw your wet cheeks, and he heard your hectic breathing. He would pull you into a hug hoping that it would wake you up.

“Jagi, is everything alright? Please tell me how I can help.” 


When he heard you sniffling, he looked over to you. He’d look at your face to see your eyes were shut. He would be completely confused honestly. He would gently shake you awake just to make sure everything was alright.

“What happened in your dream jagi?” 


He would be shocked when he heard you sobbing. He would feel as if he did something. He would wake you up by pulling you into a cuddle. 

“Please don’t cry jagi.” As you explained that you had a nightmare, he would hold you tighter nuzzling his head into your neck.

“No need to worry now jagi, the dream is gone.”


You suddenly woke up sweating and panting. He’d wake up surprised. 

“Jagi you okay?” After you told him you had a nightmare he’d pull you into a hug. 

“Aw come here you lil baby, I’m here don’t worry.”


He awoke when you kicked him in your sleep. He was confused until he looked at your face to see small tears rolling down your cheeks. He would wake you up and pull you into a tight hug. 

“What has you so panicked jagi?”


He’d see you crying in your sleep. Shaking you softly he’d try to wake you up.

“Come on baby, you’re having a nightmare.” After you woke he’d ask you about the dream while giving you comforting skinship.


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He’d be terrified when he heard you weeping and shaking in your sleep. He’d try to wake you up so you would s t o p. 

“Jagi please stop having nightmares you scare me.” Then he’d hug you and kiss you to sleep.

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Six let out a whine as she rocked herself, Seven opened the door, he gasped slightly and walked closer to Six, he hugged her tightly Six whimpered and hugged back, sobbing as much as her eyes would let her. Six tightened her grip around Seven as he gently ran his hands through her hair, her hood being off. Six sighed and soon fell asleep in Sevens chest. Soon Seven and Six went down below, to rest and talk. Six had calmed down and stopped thinking of hunger, “im really glad you’ve calmed down…i was worried for you six…” Seven sighed. Six smiled and pulled her hood down “me two.. I..i just hope ense is alright” She looked away thinking of what she did. “She’ll be ok… she is like you…” Seven joked weakly. Six blushed and looked into the murky waters. Her body began to glow she shrunk Seven was confused, “Six?!” he pulled the hood off the now baby Six, “SIX WHAT HAPPENED?!” Seven panicked, Six looked up at him with her hair in her eyes “Wha?” She babbled, Six took a look at herself, and gasped, looking at her brother. She cried.