just a little lighter

but like…i need an elias and sana clip tomorrow more than air now

him comforting his lil sister, being there for her, even tho he doesn’t know the real reason why she’s quite so upset. he can sense something isn’t right, so he just chills with her, makes her feel better, her heart a little lighter.

PLEASE.

ninji-nibbles  asked:

im sorry to bother but can you just write something about the uf/ut sans and sf papyrus cuddling me and telling me that everything is going to be okay? I really need something to help I'm sorry

(*No need for apologies!  I’m sorry that you’re feeling down, and I really hope this does help.)


UT!Sans:

“hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?”

Sans is quick to wrap an arm around you, drawing you against his chest, his back resting against the couch cushions.  He tucks your head beneath his chin, his phalanges threading through your hair, lightly massaging the nape of your neck.  He’s patient–he’s always been patient–so he doesn’t need an answer right away.  

While he waits, he draws you closer, close enough to feel your heart beating in your chest against his ribs.  His body is always thrumming with magic, feeling vibrant despite being unyielding bone, and suddenly, your chest feels a little lighter.  

His magic has gripped your SOUL, just barely touching it–yet trying to alleviate the heaviness you’re feeling.  The touch doesn’t last long, but it’s soothing, and if you close your eyes, you can imagine you’re floating with Sans as your anchor to the world.  "it’s going to be ok, kid.  i promise.“  He chuckles lightly, his fingers rubbing little circles along your back.  "and you know how i feel about promises.”

UF!Sans:

When it comes to Red, the moment he sees what kind of day you’re having, he acts.  

One moment, you’re standing in the living room, trying to hold it together while he’s on the couch… and then, he blinks in front of you, his arms around you.  You lose your balance and start to topple backwards, but instead of your back hitting the floor… it hits his mattress.  He rolls to the side, dragging you against his chest, his large, fluffy jacket halfway engulfing you with the motion.  

His mouth is at your ear, his breath warm as it fans along your neck.  "sweetheart, don’t cry.  i can’t take your tears.“

It’s a genuine admission, one that’s murmured raw and lacking the usual growl.  His arms tighten around you.  "i’m gonna take care of it, ok?  just tell me what’s wrong.”  He doesn’t really expect you to–he’s used to keeping secrets buried beneath secrets himself–but if it’s something he can help with, he’s more than willing.  

He presses skeleton kisses against your cheek and forehead, before he changes position to hold you halfway across his chest, your cheek against his sternum.  "it’s gonna be ok, sweetheart,“ he assures as he pulls the covers over both of you, content to stay in his bedroom and lie in bed until you feel better.  "i’ll make sure of it.”

SF!Papyrus:

Papyrus spoons you in bed, one leg thrown over yours and his arms tight around you, your back pressed against his chest.  It’s better this way, where he can’t see your face–and you can’t see his.  That usual lazy smirk is gone, pulled into a grim line; he hates seeing you feel so stressed and so down.  "darlin’, it’s gonna be ok,“ he mumbles into your hair, nuzzling his nasal ridge against the top of your head.  "everything’s gonna be ok.”  

Words can be empty; no one realizes that more than him.  But these are words that he always wanted–no, needed–to hear.  Words that he’s begun to believe, ever since you showed up in his life.  

“just stay with me, right here,” he says, tightening his grip.  His phalanges find your hands and lace with your fingers, and he brings one of your hands up past your shoulder so he can press his teeth to the back.  "as long as you’re with me, everything’s ok.“

He ends up rocking you gently, his body curled protectively around yours.  He doesn’t let go for the rest of the night, not even when Sans bangs on the locked door and threatens to kick it down.  

darling, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I wrote this really quick for you. I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I went to a 100 % unicorns place, so I hope this makes you smile a little.


A shadow falls across Stiles’ worksheet and he looks up to see Lydia, mouth pursed, staring down at him. She says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

“About as much as the average eleven year old boy,” he says, which is: not much. Horse-like, pointy horn, something to do with virgins.

Of course, he goes home and finds out everything he can about them immediately. Both because Lydia asked, and because now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lydia has forgotten all about their conversation by the time he’s ready to dazzle her with his knowledge, so alas, his mad unicorn skillz lie dormant for years, until all the shit with the werewolves.

*

Stiles is cat-napping in a spill of sun when all his warmth is blocked—he makes an irritated sound and opens his eyes to find Derek looming over him, frowning.  Stiles kicks out a foot and rolls over onto his side in the grass.

Derek says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

Stiles yawns and says, “A surprising amount for a teenage boy.”

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Worth

Canon ‘verse Dean and Cas talking about feelings

read it here on AO3!

“Cas, I just - I don’t think we can do this,” Dean says.

And Cas, sitting beside him in shotgun, tastes loss in his mouth. He stares straight ahead.

He’s been waiting for this, if he’s honest with himself. It was too good to be true. He and Dean have been - things have been different between them, recently. They’ve been saying more, showing more. It’s been filling a part of Cas that he hadn’t even understood was aching and empty, until suddenly it wasn’t.

But now…

“It’s - you know, we got jobs to do,” Dean says. Outside, the night rolls past. They’re driving home to the bunker, shopping bags in the back. The trip was domestic, even sweet; but at the check-outs, Cas saw Dean’s face. He’d known that something was shifting. He’d known that there was trouble to come.

“Jobs?” he manages.

“Yeah, Cas, jobs. We got the world to save. Half the time we’re throwing ourselves under the bus so it won’t drive off the cliff, and that’s good, because the bus won’t crash, but…” He pauses; Cas says nothing. “But - God, Cas, it’s so much harder to throw yourself under the bus when you got someone out there who makes you think you shouldn’t have to.”

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foxpaws10  asked:

Heeeeyyy, if you're still taking prompts how about "what do you want from me" for andreil with a shit ton of angst? ... And some fluff if possible ??? 😆 xx

one angsty andreil, just for you, my lovely friend! a little lighter on the fluff than i was aiming for, but what can ya do. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


Andrew opens his eyes to the pitch black of their dorm room, unable to move, barely able to breathe. His back is to the wall, his hands are clenched in the sheets, and he is struggling not to bite through his bottom lip. Images of demons past play behind his eyes, so he does his best not to blink. Andrew jumps when Neil makes a small noise in his sleep, and he feels like the walls are closing in on him.

He climbs over Neil, careful not to touch him, and silently makes his way toward the door. He thinks he hears Neil call after him, but Andrew knows he will give him some space. At least for a little while. Andrew leaves the room, fully aware that this is just a feeble attempt at outrunning his own mind.

Neil’s weight beside him is now familiar and can even be a comfort, sometimes. But on the occasions when Andrew’s senses are on overdrive and the smallest movement feels like an avalanche, an earthquake, a fucking planetary realignment, Neil knows better than to take Andrew’s abandonment personally.

Neil’s hoodie is thrown on the back of his desk chair, so Andrew makes his way over to dig out the pack of cigarettes from the pocket. He thinks he could light it with just the fire on the edge of his tongue, but he grabs a lighter from the drawer just in case.

He opens the window with so much force that the glass vibrates harshly for several seconds. Andrew is unconcerned. He watches with disinterest as a small crack forms at the bottom of the windowsill. Whatever. It’s still functional.

He climbs onto his desk and pulls his knees up to his chest, leaning back against the wall before lighting his cigarette and taking a long, slow drag. Andrew wonders if maybe the smoke will clear out the tar in his lungs, if he’ll be able to breathe again. Probably not.

Time passes, and Andrew doesn’t notice. An hour, maybe two. His breath fogs up the window. He stares outside as the sun slowly illuminates the parking lot below. The Maserati begins to take shape, and he has the sudden urge to drive until he can’t anymore. Maybe through the mountains, maybe off a cliff. Who knows.

He must be spending too much time around Neil.

Andrew distracts himself by recalling the highest points of elevation in the United States from a geography book he read in high school. He isn’t even halfway through the list when he hears the bedroom door open. He doesn’t look, but the sound of the door closing lets him know that it’s just Neil. He never lets the door click back into place; he turns the knob and shuts the door, releasing it only when the door is fully closed and will make no noise. Andrew isn’t sure whose sake he does this for. Maybe Kevin’s, maybe his own.

He keeps his gaze trained on the parking lot until he feels Neil approach him. He slowly flicks off the ashes from his cigarette into the small pile he has made on top of Kevin’s history book. Ancient Rome or something equally as useless. Andrew doesn’t care enough to look. He turns his head to see that Neil has stopped a few feet away, running shoes in one hand and a hoodie in the other. He doesn’t say anything, but he extends the hand holding the hoodie, the same one that was on the chair. Andrew looks back to the window and takes note of the layer of frost on the outside. It’s probably a bit above freezing. Funny. Andrew hadn’t noticed.

He reaches out and takes the hoodie. Stares at Neil. Prepares to pry open his jaw and force out a reply to whatever Neil is about to say.

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something Finn loves about Poe is how expressive he is. he’s not accustomed to being able to see people’s faces all the time, especially not kind and open ones like Poe’s. so when he walks into a room and Poe sees him and his eyes light up, and the furrow in his brow melts away, and he seems so genuinely happy, just by Finn’s presence… well, it makes Finn’s heart feel a little lighter.

Mayor Talisa waiting for her coffee to cool. Ever since she began working at the cafe, part time with Brewster, she’s been proudly brewing her own special blends of coffee. There’s nothing like the aroma of freshly brewed coffee~~☕️💖

Day 27: Magnus + Madzie

The sound woke him up. A quick shuffling of feet that brought to mind, wise but lonely eyes in a young face, thick textured hair and a little girl who hadn’t smiled as much since Alexander had brought her to his loft a couple of days prior.

With a flick of his fingers he was dressed and was soon on his way, following the sound like little breadcrumbs till they led him to the kitchen where he stopped for a long moment to watch Madzie as she splayed her hands out over the doll Alexander had gotten her when she’d first moved in.

The doll’s head was tilted to the side, the hands broken, and Madzie bit her lower lip, brows furrowed hard as she squinted and mumbled, fingers working with short sharp movement that ended with her releasing a little huff as she glared at her still broken doll.

The expression was so similar to one Alexander had worn when he was frustrated that something wasn’t going right for him that Magnus found himself smiling.

He must have given himself away at some point because Madzie whipped around, those dark eyes meeting his before she glanced down, a brief flash of misery on her face. She hunched her shoulders and took a step back, fingers absently reaching for her doll, then flexing as she pulled her fingers back into the pocket of her dress.

“I remember the first time I ever used my powers,” Magnus said, going for calm as he leaned back against the doorjamb, head thrown back, eyes gazing into the distance, half stuck in the memory and the other half paying attention to Madzie who now that Magnus wasn’t looking at her, was glancing shyly right back at him.

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1997 [5]

Previous parts

Characters: Dean, twin sister!reader, Sam, Amanda, OC characters

Words: 2300

Music Suggestion: Feather - X Ambassadors

Your name: submit What is this?

You walked with hurried steps and a little breathlessly towards where you knew Dean was, using your ’twin connection’ — or in other words, your brain. You had already found Sammy, and made sure he was okay — which he was. You had also spotted Jeremy through the mass of students, and your eyes had met his round, freaked ones.

Now you were on the search for your other brother.

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Fool For You (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Prompt:  “Could you do an imagine where the reader si being self-conscious and Jasper gets a little mad and the Major comes out but later he makes her feel better please?” (requested)

Word Count: 889

Warnings: swearing/insecure thoughts (not sure if it’s a real warning, but whatever, just in case some doesn’t like this)

A/N: I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately, I’ve been having trouble with my internet and it’s hard to fix it because my internet provider is shit and everyone working there are incompetents that I hate so much. So please, be patient if you requested something, I’m trying really hard to find moments where the internet works to upload something. I really hope I can fix this bc I’m going insane without being able to watch youtube videos a.k.a my drug. Without any more to say, enjoy!

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

No matter how many times (Y/N) looked at herself in the mirror she could never find anything that she liked, even when everyone around her told her countless times how beautiful she looks or how they envy her for her looks she couldn’t bring herself to feel the same.

She thought all of her problems would be gone as soon as she was a vampire, but, oh how wrong she was, when she looked at herself in the mirror the first time as an immortal being all of her insecurities came back crashing onto her like a furious wave, making her feel insecure about every little thing in her life.

Why was she like this? Why did Jasper even put up with her? What if he found someone better than her? That wouldn’t be so difficult, though; there are countless better-looking women than me.

All of her thoughts were running on her head like crazy and she wasn’t able to stop them, she knew if she was able to cry she would be a mess right now.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door open and Jasper coming through it, slightly concerned about all of the emotions that his mate was feeling, he could sense them all and it made him uneasy to think that (Y/N) was upset and he wasn’t doing anything.

He knew something was wrong the moment he saw her standing in front of the mirror looking intensely at the reflection on it, also, the fact that she didn’t even flinch when he opened the door made him more nervous than ever. He made his way slowly from the door to her and in a second his arms were wrapped around her waist, but she didn’t even say anything, she just kept staring at the mirror.

“Jasper, why are you with me? You could do so much better” she whispered with her soft voice and if his hearing wasn’t as good he knew he wouldn’t even be able to hear her.

He frowned not really sure what she meant, he loved her so much like he never loved anyone before, to him, she was everything.

“What do you mean, love?” he asked looking at her eyes that were reflected in the mirror “I do not wish to be with anyone but you, (Y/N)”

(Y/N) felt a little bit better just but hearing how sure he was by the tone in his voice, but her mind started to play tricks on her again, reminding her how useless she was and how everything on her was wrong.

She pushed him away with more force than she wanted to but didn’t say anything, just turned to face him, his face was as confused as she thought it would be, but she didn’t care, she stopped caring.

“Don’t lie to me Jasper, I’m nothing, I’m useless, there’s nothing that I can do right, plus I’m not even good looking, I could continue but you probably already know all of this” she spat at him and he was taken aback by her words; he didn’t think that the love of his life was feeling like this. Not really waiting for an answer she continued.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jasper, I can’t hold you back and tie you to me” the disgust on her tone that he sensed and how she emphasized the last word made him shudder and he felt the anger coming to him.

“You are not tying me to anything, (Y/N)” his voice came harsher that he intended to, but something in him clicked and he didn’t felt like himself anymore. He moved closer to her and when he was close enough he grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to his body “You really think you can tie me?” the grip on her waist got tighter  “No, love, I tied myself to you the moment I saw you and knew that I wanted you by my side forever”

He heard her gasp slightly, causing a smirk to appear on his face, he slowly brought his mouth to her ear and whispered.

“You are the most beautiful person I ever saw, you are everything I ever asked for and I don’t care if I have to say it to you a thousand times if that’s what you need to believe it” he felt her hands on around his torso and he brought her closer to his body, the two of them so close that not even air was able to pass through their bodies. “I’m a fool for you, (Y/N) , and I can’t stop myself from loving you the way I do, with everything that you have, insecure or not, I wouldn’t dare to choose another person to live forever with” he kissed her neck lovingly and let his lips linger on her soft skin for a while holding her and leaving kisses along her neck, trying to show her how much she meant to him.

And (Y/N) knew in that moment that all that she needed to feel good was Jasper, she knew that her insecurities wouldn’t go away so easily but she knew that with Jasper by her side her dark thoughts could start getting a little bit lighter every day, and just by thinking that, she smiled.

We’ll lay awake in the weeds behind my house, the house I’ll never know much of, won’t find the nooks and crannies of,
but the house I’ll find my family in

And we’ll tilt our heads up to look at the stars,
catch glints of bared teeth in the sides of our eyes
And breathe the same air, for once

You’ll follow me to the lake I played in when I was young
We’ll dip our toes in and you’ll shriek when the minnows touch your feet and I’ll smile, mouth open, for once
I’ll tell you the things I used to see and the things I wanted to be
You’ll laugh and tell me I still can do what I want
I’ll tell you I feel young, and you’ll know what I mean,
Because the short years have taken so much of both of us

But together we’ll add the years up, and shed the crows’ feet and sunspots the world has given us
I know I’ll feel younger, a little lighter, just with you at my side.

—  Old Souls Come Together
@poetbitesback

Story idea I had at work. Kids who’s dad is a “black magic” use, “black magic” being taking power from things and using it yourself e.g. Massive forest fire, black magic absorbs fires energy sniffing it and stores it in crystals to use to cast fireballs, in other words offensive magic, and his mom is used “white magic”, meaning incantations, barriers, and healing magic. He is a Grey Witch, meaning he can do both but not as good as his parents and do one or the other.

He is tasked my the archangel Michael, who dresses like Rob Halford cuz fuck you it’s funny, to stop a demon hiding at a Catholic school. 3 problems: 1 the kid is a confrontational smart ass, 2 he’s gay, and 3 he can’t stand bullies, like if he sees someone body check another kid into the lockers to a fight on sight. He’s calls the kid “little brother” and cusses like a sailor. Example: when the kids goes to the chapel after school hours to talk to Michael after he gets yelled at for bouncing a bullies head off a locker Michael says to him “fuck little brother wouldn’t a kick in the dick have made the point just as well. I mean that’s some WWE shit. You gonna RKO his ass next time. If so, have someone recorded it, drop that shit on WorldStar and get money man.” To which the kid replies “I don’t think you make money off WorldStar.”

He falls for a punk kid in a band that gets picked on by the “good kids” referred to as the Angels (because everyone but the new head of the school treats them like their shit doesn’t stink) for being openly gay. It turns out this punk’s great-great-grandmother is a black witch and he has latent ability but his are just limited to making little fire balls with the assistance of a lighter.

The new head of the school which is called Sacred Heart Academy is the 3rd cousin of the kids mom so he tries to look out for the kid. The head of the school is named Father Danny and is a holy channeler, meaning he can, while chanting scripture in Latin, channel divine energy.

I’m thinking of naming the kid Barabbas.

See You Through

[Jace isn’t very good at taking care of himself on bad days. Simon helps.

NOTE:  While there’s nothing graphic or triggering in this, it deals with symptoms of depression. Just a heads-up.]


The sound tore him forcefully from his sleep.

Jace muttered something into the pillow, reaching for blindly for the alarm clock. It took a couple of tries to turn the blasted thing off but he managed, letting his hand rest there. There were a few noises coming from the kitchen every once in a while but other than that, everything was calm and silent. His mind was too hazy to try and guess the time and even recalling the day – Saturday – was difficult.

He was so tired.

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WINNER’s Alphabet Movement: C → CUTE

I don’t really do aegyo on braodcasts… I felt really sorry, hence, even though it’s funny, I practiced a lot in front of the mirror. - Nam Taehyun

|A Z masterpost|

anonymous asked:

Hey there ✨✨✨ I love your blog! Can you pretty please do a Friends to Lovers Scenario for the RFA + V and Saeran?? ✨✨✨

Hello anon! Thanks for your request, I really enjoyed writing this :D It took a while (ive been lacking inspiration lately) but I hope it was worth the wait! As thanksgiving break nears, I will try to post more frequently! Apologies for the hiatus ; ; the others after yoosung’s is under the cut.

~rima


Yoosung:
  At first, the two of you just started off as college study buddies. You had met him in one of your numerous courses over the years and he’d always seemed to catch your eye. He’d never seem like the one to sleep around, no, definitely not. You could tell he was different, but you weren’t sure of your feelings. It started off with just saying hello to each other every time you crossed ways in the hallways, then it turned into exchanging numbers and texting late at night, and eventually, it blossomed into a wonderful friendship. All your friends urged you both to get together, and quite honestly, you weren’t opposed to the idea at all. You weren’t sure if Yoosung could exchange the feelings though, he always seemed too consumed with LOLOL to focus on girlfriends. He also still was gripping onto the death of his dear cousin quite tightly and you weren’t sure if you were good enough to live up to his expectations.
  “MC! Dude! I just got this really cool item on LOLOL!” Yoosung chanted from across the dorm. You and him had been hanging out lately, and god, has it been wonderful. The stress of test scores and reports always seemed to assuage whenever you were around him. You still had no idea what this feeling was though. It couldn’t possibly be a crush … could it? He was just your close friend anyway, he’d never seem to want more than that.
  “Really? Let me see~!” you chimed, pushing away the text books resting on your lap to bolt to his room. You saw your friend sitting on his chair, a wide grin spread on his face. A notification flashed on the computer screen reading “Congratulations, Guild Master Shooting Star!”. You weren’t quite acquainted with the names of the various armors and weapons, but you knew from the imagery on the screen that it was the item he had been telling you about for a while. “Woah…you’ve wanted that item for ages, haven’t you?”
  “Yeah, MC! I can’t believe you remembered honestly … whenever I tell my other friends or the RFA, they always seem to not care,” Yoosung smiled warmly at you, his eyes creasing in the corners perfectly. He really was attractive, but you had known he was from the first day you met him.
  “Of course I remembered, Yoosung. I care about you a lot!” you beamed, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on his shoulder. His body was warm as it pressed against yours during the embrace. He wrapped his arms around you and clutched onto your waist very tightly, you could feel his rapid heartbeat against your collarbones. After what seemed like hours, you two finally let go and let your bodies untangle with each other. “Oh, uhm, sorry. That wasn’t awkward, was it?”
  “No, not at all. It was really nice actually…” Yoosung’s face was flushed with a warm red color. His eyes averted from yours to the floor in a matter of seconds, his fingers fumbling with this hoodie draw string. “I care about you too, MC. I love you.”
  He covered his mouth in embarrassment as he let those words slip out of his mouth. You could practically see the uproaring of emotions crashing onto him. But oddly enough, those 3 words didn’t make you uncomfortable at all. Your heart felt just a little lighter at that very moment. Small apologies spurred out of Yoosung’s mouth as he whimpered like a lost puppy. “It’s okay, Yoosung. I love you too,” you whispered into his ear, which was now burning hot. This very small exchange of words made you realize what you had been wondering for ages. You really did like Yoosung, quite a lot actually, and he really did like you as well.
  “…Really? Uh, I’ve never asked a girl this before, but um … will you be my girlfriend, MC?” Yoosung peeped out quietly, still hiding his face in his hands to cover his blushing cheeks.
  “Of course!”

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Here for you

A/N: <b> “Ok so this is my first fanfiction and I’m really excited to show it to you guys! I’m not taking requests at this moment, just wanted to try my hand at writing. Hope y'all enjoy!” 🐺❄️
@latte-to-go
@geminioriginalsimagines @fandomimagineswithme
It started off just like any other day. Jake sat at his desk doing paperwork when a voice is heard over the police scanner, “We have a possible hit and run on Pole Run rd. the driver of the vehicle has sustained multiple injuries and is currently unconscious,11-41.” To Jake this was just a normal call, nothing special about it, then they said something that made his blood run cold “The vehicle is a black 1970 Boss 302.” Jake stood from his seat. ‘A black 302? That’s what (Y/N) drives’ he thought. Jake ran to the the scanner just as another officer was just about to answer the call. “Do you have an identification on the driver?!” He demanded. The other officers around him looked at him curiously. The officer on the scanner paused for a brief second at Jakes odd behavior before saying “ She looks to be a woman in her early 20s, but we haven’t found an id yet.” At the mention of her age he began to panic, that’s when Lex walked in to see what all the commotion was about.“Jake! What’s going on?” Jake looked up, distress apparent on his face. “ It’s a hit and run, the car is the same model as (Y/N)’s and they say that she’s in her 20’s…and she’s unconscious.” he breathed out the last sentence. Lex looked at his friend for a moment, he had never seen him so upset. “Jake. You need to calm down alright? You don’t know if that’s (Y/N).” Lex tried to soothe him but he was having none of it. The panic clouding his thoughts. Jake was about to respond when “We have a positive id on the driver. Her name is (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N),We-” Jake dropped the mic and raced to his car with lex at his heels. “Jake! Wait!” Lex said as he caught up to Jake. “Lex I don’t have time, she needs me!” He said, jaw clenched and eyes unfocused. “I know, I’m coming with you.” Lex said as he hopped into the passengers side as Jake sped off with his sirens blaring. They didn’t have far to go but it seemed to take forever in Jakes eyes. “She’s going to be alright Jake.” Lex said as he watched his friend. His jaw was clenched and his grip on the steering wheel got tighter. “I know.” He said. “She has to be.” They arrived just as the paramedics were loading her into the ambulance. Jake jumped out of the cruiser before it even came to a complete stop, Lex put it in park before joining him.The state of (Y/N)’s car made him all the more eager to find her. It looked like she was rammed into a tree, the passenger side door was crushed and glass was everywhere.Panicked, Jake pushed passed everyone to get to her but was stopped just as he got to the ambulance. “I’m sorry sir but you can’t go in there.” An EMT said. “I’m her boyfriend and I’m going with her!” Jake yelled. The paramedic stared at him, stunned before Lex cut in. “Let him go.” he said sternly. “I’ll call (Y/N)’s family, tell them what’s going on and I’ll meet you there.” And at that the paramedic reluctantly stepped aside as Jake rushed into the rig, but what he saw broke his heart. (Y/N), his beautiful (Y/N) laid there all bruised and battered. She had a large, sickening looking bruise on the left side of her face, hair matted with blood, cuts all down her arms and a large gash that would surely need stitches running from her left shoulder down to her elbow. He didn’t even want to think about any other injuries she could possibly have. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t hear the paramedic speaking to him until he tapped his shoulder. “Huh? What?” “Sir, do you know if she’s on any medications? I need to know so we properly medicate her.” Jake had to shake his head to clear his thoughts before responding “She’s on antidepressants,medication for anxiety, birth control, uh something for PCOS but I can’t remember the name.” Jake was kicking himself for not remembering the name. He didn’t want them to give her something that could react badly to her medication. “Alright, thanks.” was all he said before getting back to tending to (Y/N). Jake was scared, he wanted to ask if she was ok, if there was anything he could do to help. But the fear of losing her kept him from doing anything but worry, worry that she might not make it out of this, and that was enough to bring tears to his eyes. ‘No’ He thought as he furiously wiped the tears from his eyes. ‘I can’t think like that, (Y/N) is strong, she’ll make it, she’ll be okay’ But even that wasn’t enough to stop the rapid beating of his heart or the want to vomit. Pretty soon they were pulling up to the hospital and wheeling (Y/N) out on a gurney into the main doors with Jake close behind. That is until someone stopped him before he could follow them into the OR. “Sir you can’t go in there!” The nurse said as she tried to keep him from following the one person he cared about in this world. The girl that kept him from running. “She has anxieties, she need me!” He said frantically trying to get passed her and the security guard that was called. “(Y/N)!” He wailed as he dropped to his knees after losing sight of her. Lex hurried up behind him and told the two he could handle it. He led a heartbroken Jake into the waiting room where (Y/N)’s family was anxiously waiting. It felt like they were there for hours when in reality they were only there for 20 minutes. Jake kept to himself after speaking with her family. He was nervously bouncing his knees up and down and running his hand through his hair. This was torture to him. No one has come out yet to tell them how she was doing and it was driving him insane. Lex had left to get coffee while (Y/N)’s family sat waiting and praying that she would be ok. Just when Jake was about to punch a wall in frustration lex walked in. “How you holdin up?” He asked as he handed Jake his coffee which he gratefully accepted. “Let’s see. The woman I love is in surgery because some asshole decided to ram her car into a tree and I am sitting here helplessly, waiting for a doctor to come out and tell me what the hells going on. How do you think I feel?” Jake snapped as Lex let out a sigh and shifted beside him. “Listen, I just got off the phone with Walden, they caught the guy. ” Jake straightened up at the statement, jaws clenched and eyes alight with anger. But before he could jump out of his seat to beat the son of a bitch Lex held him still to tell him the rest. “They found him swerving his truck near the high school.” Lex paused before saying the words that would anger Jake the most. “He was driving drunk.” Jake immediately stood up but Lex yanked him back into his seat so he wouldn’t make another scene. “Jake, hey! Listen to me!” Lex tried to reason with Jake before he did anything reckless. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going kill him.” Jake muttered as his knees began to shake again, but this time in anger. “No you’re not. He’ll get what he deserves, he’s going to jail but you, you’re going to stay here because (Y/N) needs you.” Lex was right, (Y/N) needed him right now. He could deal with that bastard later, but now she was his main priority. Before anyone could say anything else, a doctor came into the room and everyone stood up. “Are you the family of (Y/N) (L/N)?” “Yes!” Jake spoke hurriedly. “How is she? Is she going to be alright?” Before he could bombard him with more questions the doctor raised his hand. “She’s fine, she’s stable now.” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and Jake felt just a little bit lighter. “When can we see her?” Jake asked, eager to see his girlfriend. “Not yet.” The doctor paused. “That’s what I came in here to tell you. (Y/N) has received multiple injuries. She has some pretty extensive bruising on the side of her face, two broken ribs, and a concussion but she is expected to make a full recovery, someone will be back to tell you when she can receive visitors.” The doctor said before leaving the room. Relieved with the news that she was going to be okay, (Y/N)’s family embraced each other while Jake let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. Lex clapped his friends shoulder “ I told you she was going to be alright, she’s a fighter.” He said as Jake smiled and sat down. Now he could rest a little easier knowing she was going to be alright. The two engaged in small talk with (Y/N)’s family and played with her nephew while waiting to go back and see her. Even though he knew she was going to be ok, Jake still worried. That’s what he did when it came to her, he always worried for her safety, always wanted to make sure she was alright. That’s why he was so eager to get to her, to put his worries to rest and to see for himself that she was ok. An agonizing 3 hours passed before a nurse came in to tell them that they could see her, but one person at a time. At the news Jake felt a little antsy, of course her family would go in first. Jake was pulled out of his trance as (Y/N)’s mother spoke. “Jake.” She said as she sniffled and wiped her eyes with a worn tissue. “You should be the first to see her, she would want that.” Jake stared at her for a moment before nodding in thanks and following the nurse to (Y/N)’s room. As soon as they arrived at her door he all of a sudden became nervous about seeing her. Of course he had seen her before she was brought to the hospital, all battered and broken, but the thought of seeing her like that again broke him. But he needed to see her. He needed to be there for her and take care of her. So without further hesitation, he nodded to the nurse in thanks, turned the handle, and walked inside. When he saw her his breath caught in his throat. She laid there with a bandage wrapped around her head and the left side of her face, covering her eye. Her skin was pale, dark circles under the eye that could be seen, and yet she still looked so beautiful to him. He walked slowly to the right side of the bed and quietly pulled up a chair, afraid that he would wake her. He took her hand in his and kissed it, reveling in the feel of her; and that’s when he broke. He laid his head on the bed as he sobbed, clutching her hand. He let out all his emotions, fear, sadness, anger, relief, everything that he had held in. Fear of losing her, the sadness of seeing her in this state, anger towards the bastard who did this, and relief that she was now ok. Once he had run out of tears he felt the exhaustion of the day finally take over as he drifted off to sleep with her hand still in his. He awoke to a gentle scratching sensation on his scalp but was too groggy to do anything else but groan, that’s when he heard a giggle, her giggle. His head shot up and he took her in. Her (H/C) hair messy and a little matted but still as gorgeous as ever, and her eye, the only one he could see was staring right at him filled with nothing but love. He didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh or both. He wanted so badly to embrace her in a bone crushing hug but instead settled for tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before kissing her cheek softly and setting back down. Now it was her turn to look at him. His hair was disheveled and sticking out at odd angles, his scruff longer than usual, and his his eyes, red and puffy, like he’d been crying, had he been crying? “Jake” she spoke, her voice hoarse “Have you been crying?” At her words Jake nodded and rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb, unafraid to admit that he’d been crying “You scared the hell out of me (Y/N/N)” he said “I’m sorry” she smiled sadly “No no no, baby it’s not your fault” he said hurriedly, gripping her hand tighter. “How do you feel?” Her heart clenched at the concern in his voice. “Sore, plus I can’t see out of my left eye because of a bandage. Why do I have a bandage on my face by the way?“She chuckled softly but he could still hear the underlying fear in her voice “What happened?” At that, Jake froze. She saw his eyes that were once filled with concern turn to anger. He stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure of how to word it for fear of scaring her. “You were in an accident” he said slowly “Your car was T- boned by a drunk driver and you hit a tree.” He clenched his fist and she saw his eyes shift to anger once again for a split second before turning soft and gazing back at her as she tried to process this information “How…how bad is it?” She asked, panic beginning to rise in her “Why- why can’t I see?!” Jake stood, hand never leaving hers as he shushed her and tried to calm her anxiety “Hey, it’s ok. It’s just for your head but in order to fully wrap it they had to cover your eye, ok?” He soothed her “You’re going to be just fine but you’re going to have to take it easy ok? You have a concussion but you are going to be ok. No side effects, no brain injury, just a little bump on the head ok?” He reassured her with a soft smile as he was pet her hair. She looked at him and let out a shaky breath, still not completely rid of her anxieties. She waited a moment before speaking again “Anything else?” She asked, still waiting for bad news. Jake was a little hesitant because he knew how she felt about bodily injuries and things she couldn’t control, but he knew he had to tell her “You also have two broken ribs, but the doctor says they aren’t as bad as they could have been…And you have a gash coming from your shoulder to your elbow that been stitched up. You’re going to be ok” She took the information in and she sighed “Well, looks like I won’t be doing anything for a while.” She groaned “And you know I hate hospitals.” “I know you do baby, but I’m going to be right here with you until you get better. I’m going to go pack some things from home and I’ll stay with you and keep you company, alright?” She smiled and touched his cheek softly “How did I get so lucky?” He leaned into her touch and smiled. “I’ve been asking myself the same question. I love you, (Y/N).” “And I love you, Jake” She said before kissing him softly.