let me sob over your perfection

She’s the one bro ~ Vol.5

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“When is this little one going to pop out.” You groaned head falling onto Conor’s shoulder.

“When he or she feels like it Y/N.” Conor laughed handing you some chocolate, “Plus it’s a Maynard baby, we are always late.”

It had been eight months since you found out you were pregnant, you had gone to the doctors the next morning and they relived you had already been pregnant for a month. Of course Jack was enthusiastic and practically jumped onto to Conor when he was telling him, you remember the look of horror on Conor’s face when he realised he had indeed walked in when you having sex and had got pregnant from it.

Right now though, you were a week past your due date and everyone was getting impatient; especially Jack. All he wanted was for a little Maynard to be running around the house, and finally have the family he wanted.

However, being a week past your due date meant that Jack still had to go and catch up on all those meetings he had been missing on. So that left you, Anna and Conor in the Maynard household by yourselves as Jack was in London and his parents were at work.

And it turns out lucky was not your side today.

You were sat on the sofa in between the oldest and youngest Maynard when you suddenly felt the need to go to the toilet, groaning and mumbling a ‘not again’ causing the two siblings to laugh you got and it only took you four steps out the living room when you felt it.

“Conor!” You screamed in panic, you heard both siblings jump up and run to the hall way where you stood with pure horror on your face. “The fucking water balloon popped.”

It went in the slow motion, Conor ran back into the living room to grab you phone so he can call the midwife and Anna, well Anna panicked. Badly. “Oh my fucking God, what do I d-”

“Anna.” You snapped softly, Anna looked up at you panic clear in her eyes. “Call Jack.”

You watched as she nodded and ran into the living room to get her phone, just as she left a pain surged within your body causing you to let a yelp. Conor ran back out with your phone pressed up to his ear, “You okay?”

“It hurts.” You moaned out and Conor quickly rushed that you were in pain to your midwife.

“Okay, um, Y/N. How much does it hurt?” Conor asked, throwing one of your arms over his shoulder.

You said two words that soon turned everyone in a mode of panic, “A lot.”

“Anna!” Conor shouted, “Hey Y/N, look we are going to take you to the hospital okay? It’s going to be okay.”

You nodded feeling the pain get worse, Anna had come out of the living room, shoes on her feet and her phone on speaker. “Jack won’t pick up.”

Conor muttered curse words at your boyfriend as he thought of a plan, “Okay, right, Anna hold Y/N as I get some shoes and my keys, call mum and dad. Y/N use your phone to call you parents and see if Jack will answer the phone to you okay? Okay? Good plan.”

Anna put your arm around your shoulder as Conor jumped over your water leak, Anna passed you your phone as your quickly called your mum telling her it was time and Anna did the same thing with her parents.

Just as you hung up, Conor came spirting down the hallway totally forgetting that there was a pulled of water because he went flying through it and slipped in the air. You had burst into laughter at the sight of a horrified Conor sat in the puddle of you water, “That’s fucking disgusting.” Conor spoke and shouted the last word.

It wasn’t till you had stopped laugh and moaned in pain everyone got back to their senses and the next thing you know you were rushed out into the car.

Picking your phone, you rang your boyfriend, “Heyyyyyyy, this is Jack I can-”

“I swear to shit I am going to fucking kill him.” You muttered untill an idea struck you, scrolling through your contacts you clicked on Lexi’s name and handed the phone to Anna as she was sat in the back seat with you.

“Y/N is ever-”

“Lexi its happening.” Anna panicked voice ran down the phone with Conor shouted curse words at over cars.

Lexi sat on the other side of the phone pale as a ghost, she jumped up from her seat and burst through the doors that held the live meeting Jack was doing. Jack was smiling towards the interviewer when Lexi burst into the room and he knew, he knew just then you were going to be having the baby.

She didn’t have to utter anything before Jack had jumped up from his chair and grabbed her phone out of her hands and started running down the corridors. “Baby?” He asked down the phone hearing Lexi run after him.

“Jack?” Anna asked wincing in pain when you squeezed her hand.

“Is she okay? What’s happening? I’m on my way.” Jack rushed pushing people out the way, one of those people having being Caspar who frowned watching one of his best friend spirt through people with Lexi spirting right behind him.

It took Caspar three seconds before he was running after them screaming at his manager who was gaping at him, “I’M NOT MISSING MY BEST FRIENDS BIRTH.”

Jack had managed to reach Lexis car, where Lexi had thrown him the keys and he was already in the car starting up the car with Lexi he quickly put the phone on speaker and threw it into her lap. He was about to ask Anna to pass the phone to you when he heard the back doors of the car being thrown open and someone jumping in the back seat.

He turned around and saw Caspar sat there putting his belt on, not even questioning how Caspar had found them he pulled out the parking space. “Pass the phone to Y/N.”

“Jack.” He heard your voice and he instantly frowned at the pain leaking within your voice.

“Baby listen, I am going to make this okay?” He spoke speeding through the streets of London.

You yelped in pain and Jack sped faster, “It’s going to take you at least two hours with traffic.”

Jack opened his mouth to speak but Caspar voice cut through “There’s no traffic it will take you an hour and a half.”

“Caspar?” You questioned confusingly.

“Hey shorty, anyway with the way Jack’s speeding it will probably take us an hour maybe less.”

“I don’t care how long it takes, if your ass does not get here by the time I’m squeezing this baby out I am going to murder you.” And with that you hung up leaving Jack to speed to Brighton.

“Listen very carefully Y/N, approximately twenty minutes you are going to have to start pushing. We need you to choose one person to stay in the room with you as well.” The doctor told you wearily knowing that Jack still hadn’t arrived.

Nodding your head, the doctor left you and the Maynard family, “If Jack doesn’t make it, Conor you better be fucking ready.”

“Me?” Conor asked surprised.

“No Connor Ball, yes fucking you.”

Conor nodded, holding your hand for every time you need to squeeze. The doctor came in a few minutes after holding some scrubs, “Have you chosen who will be staying in the time with you?”

Conor stood up holding his hand out ready to take them when a loud bang echoed the room and an out of breath sweaty Jack Maynard entered the room, “Am I late?”

“Oh thank the lord, I don’t know if I could have done that.” Conor sighed pushing the scrubs in Jack’s hands walking out the room, “This baby better be the best damn baby in the world, causing me heart attacks all day.”

“Jack.” You gritted out seeing him just staring you with a face of awe, “Put the damn scrubs on.”

Nodding his head Jack quickly went into the room bathroom and put them on as the rest of his family left the room wishing you a good luck or in Helen’s words “If it’s anything like my boys, you’re going to be in hell.”

The doctor started talking to you about how you were going to need to start pushing but from the corner of your eye you saw Jack hand the midwife something before he walked over to you.

“Mr. Maynard ready?” The doctor asked.

Jack nodded, bending down whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you screamed. “Come on princess, you can do it.”

Jack looked up towards the doctor who nodded at the boy, “One more push baby, one more.”

Jack watched as you screamed one last time before he heard the small cries of your baby, he kissed your forehead laughing softly as you cried in happiness. He lifted his he heads and watch as the midwife came towards him, “Congratulations, it’s a baby girl.”

You watched the midwife show Jack your baby girl before turning towards you and handing her over to you. You choked back a sob staring down at the little girl in front of you, “She’s so beautiful.” You whispered running a finger down her face.

“She’s perfect.” Jack whispered crying, you both stared at the little human before the midwife came over asking if she can check everything again. She handed your little girl to another nurse before she came back with a smile on her face.

“Have you decided on a name?” She smiled.

Jack looked down at you, you nodded with a smile. “Alexa Maynard.”

“Oh what a lovely name, let me go get Alexa for you now.” She smiled walking away.

Jack put his hand in his pocket and messed around with the small black box, he watched the nurse hand his daughter over to you.

It’s time…

The nurse handed Alexa to you before speeding walking away, looking down at your daughter you gasped, tears filling up in your eyes when you read what was on the baby grow.

Looking to your left you found your boyfriend with his left knee on the floor with a beautiful diamond ring.

“When I first talked to you at that bar, I thought god damn I want this girl, not just for the night but I want this girl in my life. I don’t care if she’s my best friend or the girl I wake up to every morning. I want her. The time you fought with my crazy ex-girlfriend with just sass, then laughed like nothing with the boys was the time I knew we were going to be together for the rest of our life’s. I love your smile, I love the way your eyes twinkle, I love your laugh, and God I love you. Will you Marry me?

“Yes, Yes, Oh my god yes!” Jack smiled getting up the floor and very carefully slipped the ring on your finger, as you were still holding Alexa.

Jack whipped your tears pressing a small but still full of love kiss, Jack took Alexa out of your arms and started mumbling promises to his new girl. You stared the two of them in awe before looking down at the beautiful ring in front of you.

From that very moment you knew your life was going to only get better and better from now.

Time *Requested* (Connor McDavid)

This was requested by @ortonsrevival who wanted a McDavid imagine with the prompt “Twins? We’re having twins??” Thank you so much for your patience!!

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: None that I can think of

Up Next: Auston Matthews

“What’s it say? What’s it say?!” Connor McDavid, your husband of eight years was practically jumping up and down.

“Conn…it doesn’t come up for another four minutes. We just have to be patient.”

He groaned. “I just want us to have a baby so bad. We’ve been trying for almost a year.”

You looked down at your lap, “I know.” You whispered dejectedly.

“Aw, no Baby.” He knelt down and grabbed your hands, looking you in the eyes. “It’s not your fault. It just wasn’t time.”

“I just feel like such a failure.”

“You’re not a failure. Our time will come.” Almost as if the timer had heard his voice it went off. Signaling that it was time to check the test. “Come on, Baby. Let’s go see.”

You bit your lip and held his hand tightly as he led the way back to the bathroom. He picked up the test and flipped it over, holding it so you could both see the results.

One line.

Tears burst from your eyes as you were faced with yet another negative. Conner wrapped his arms around your shaking form and placed his head on top of yours.

“I don’t understand.” You sobbed. “I’m two months late. We’ve tried everything. What’s wrong with me??”

He hushed you, “It’s alright. It’ll happen. And there is nothing wrong with you. You are absolutely perfect in every way.”

You sniffled. “You have to say that. I’m your wife.”

“Yes, and I don’t let anyone talk bad about my wife. Even her.” You gave him a watery smile. “Now how about we go out to lunch at the little diner we both love and then come back here for a nap.”

‘Sounds good.”

A week later you were throwing up every morning and your period had still yet to show up. If Connor was home he would have dragged you to the doctor on day two, but he was on a 10 day road trip. You finally broke down and scheduled a doctor’s appointment after the eighth morning of puke…also the knowledge that Connor would be super angry if he came home and found out you’d been sick for over a week and hadn’t even gone to the doctor.

You gave one last sigh of defeat and then made the trudge through the rain to the door of the clinic. Keeping the same attitude, you slumped onto the hard plastic chair after signing in and sent a snap of your pouty face to Connor.

He texted you almost immediately. “Where are you?”

“Doc. Haven’t been feeling too well.”

“How long??” You knew he’d freak out. He was almost 2,000 miles away and you could feel his concern from here.

“Just a few days. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Call me when you’re done.” You sent a thumbs up and had just put your phone back in your pocket when the nurse called you back.

“Mrs. McDavid?” You stood up and followed her back. She quickly weighed and measured you before leading you to an examination room. “The doctor will be right in to see you, hun.”

A short while later a knock sounded. “Mrs. McDavid? I’m Dr. Roe. How are you feeling today?”

“Please, call me Y/N. And I feel kinda bluh. If that’s even an emotion.” You gave a small laugh. “I’ve been getting sick every morning, that’s why I finally broke down and scheduled an appointment.”

“Bluh is definitely an emotion,” She chuckled. “How long have you been getting sick? By which I assume you mean throwing up?”

“Yeah…and about eight days.” You admitted sheepishly.

“Eight?” Her eyebrows rose. “What does your husband have to say about that?”

“He’s on a work trip…he didn’t know I was here until I told him while sitting in the waiting room.”

“I see.” She looked down at her clipboard and then refocused. “So, let’s clear the most obvious choice out first. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

You gave a sad sigh. “I wish. I’m almost three months late, but I took a test over a week ago and it came back negative. We’ve been trying for a while, so we both hoping this would be it…”

“I understand.” She patted your knee sympathetically. “My husband and I tried for years before we had any success. Have you taken any tests since then?”

“No. I can’t bring myself to be crushed like that again.”

“Would you be willing to let me do an ultrasound? We have a machine in here…it would also help me eliminate some other possible causes if you aren’t pregnant.”

You bit your lip. “I guess.”

She gave you a smile. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing terrible. If you just want to lie back and raise your shirt, it’ll be done in a jiffy.”

You listened to her directions and then jumped when she placed what was basically cold jelly on your stomach.

“It’s a bit chilly.” You managed to bite back your sarcastic response. “Alright, let’s see what we have going on.” She moved the wand around and stopped almost immediately.

“What?” You demanded.

“I’d like to be the first to congratulate you.”

“On what?” …There was no way…

“Looks like you have a baby cooking in there. I’m going to call the technician in here, but if what I’m seeing is correct, I believe you have two cooking.”

“What?!” You shrieked. “But…the test said…” You trailed off as tears came to your eyes, blurring the screen.

“The tests aren’t 100% accurate. They’re usually pretty reliable, but every once in awhile, something like this happens.”

“I’m pregnant? Actually pregnant?” You were still shocked.

“Yep.” The voice of the technician came from your other side. You had failed to notice her even enter the room. “And the Dr. Roe was right, it’s twins. If I had to guess, I’d say you are almost out of your first trimester.”

“Which means your morning sickness should be ending soon,” Dr. Roe chimed in.

“I’m really pregnant?” Tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“You really are.” Dr. Roe produced a tissue out of basically nowhere and pressed it into your hand. “In six months they’ll be here. I’d like to get you started on prenatals and schedule another ultrasound for next week where I can give you an exact measurement…you can hear their hearts.”

“Can I have a picture to take home with me?”

She gave you a beaming smile, “Absolutely.” She gave you a strip of black and white images, with the babies circled in red. “Now let’s get you scheduled out front.”

10 minutes you were back in the car, still wiping tears of joy from your face. The pictures were clutched firmly in your hands when your phone started to ring. Connor’s face was displayed on the front.


“Y/N? Are you ok? You sound weird.”

You discreetly cleared your throat. “I’m fine. No, I’m wonderful.”

“Are you sure? What’d the doctor say?”

“I’m sure. She said I could expect to be finished with getting sick soon. That it should pass.”

“What about medication??” He demanded. “You’ve been throwing up and they just sent you on your way without any medicine?”

“Conn…she gave me some pills. It’s going to be fine.”

He sighed. “I’m just worried about you. I hate being away when I know you don’t feel well.”

“I know. But you’ll be back in two-days.”

“Are you picking me up?” He asked.

“I can’t. I’m scheduled until 6pm.” Lie. But you had plans. “I’ll be in my seat for the game, though.” Your seat was the front row seat right beside the Oilers bench. It was where you’d been sitting when he had first seen you and for your first year anniversary and every year since, he’d presented you with a season ticket for that very seat. It was once of his many superstitions.

“I’m counting on it. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You hung up with Connor and almost immediately called Leon, who you knew from snapchat was hanging out with Taylor Hall.

“Y/N?” He answered. “What’s going on?”

“I have a job for you. And you can’t tell Connor.” You quickly outlined what you need him to do. A fairly easy job.

“Call I tell Hallsy?”

“Yes. As long as nobody tells Connor. But you two are the only ones allowed to know. Comprendes?”

“Aye aye Cap’n.” You rolled your eyes and hung up. It was time to set your plan in motion…Connor was in for a big surprise when he got home.

Two days later you were seated firmly in your seat, a glittery sign held firmly in your hands. Leon had done his part and you were wearing your new custom jersey. Connor skated over and stopped in front of you, as he did every game. This time you hit the glass to get his attention. He glanced around at you and quickly scanned the sign you held up.

In alternating blue and orange letters it read, “Your starting lineup coming soon: Connor McDavid plus Baby One & Two.” Next to that was an enlarged picture of your ultrasound picture.

You watched his eyes read the sign. Widen and then read it again.

“Are you serious??” You heard him shout. Nodding, you bit your lip and then turned around so he could read your jersey. Instead of the usual McDavid it normally boasted, it had Mama McDavid printed instead.

Twins? We’re actually having twins?

“Yes!” By now, the two of you had captured the attention of basically everyone in the arena. The jumbotron displayed your face and the sign you were still holding up. Which means everyone got to see his wordless shout of joy and jump of victory. But the tears shining in his eyes were meant only for you.

The game ended with the Oilers coming out on top. Connor scoring two of the five goals…the irony of which was not lost on you. Thirty minutes later you had reached the hallway that led to the locker room. Normally it took about 10, but fans kept coming up to congratulate you…not that you minded.

You had just leaned against the wall when the door was flung open and Connor emerged. He sprinted over as soon as he saw you and wrapped you in a bone crushing hug.

“We’re going to be parents?” He sounded choked up and when you looked into his eyes, you saw the glistening there. He had wanted this just as much and for just as long as you.

“We really are. That’s what I found out at the doctors. They said the test was probably a dud. I have an appointment scheduled for next Tuesday so we can do another ultrasound.”

“I can’t wait!” He exclaimed. “I love you so much.” Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach, though there was no evidence of a baby bump yet. “I love you guys, too. See you in a few months.”

Let me know if there are any errors!!

Baby Boy Yugyeom

Posted on behalf of 🐞 anon. 

Originally posted by jypnior

Despite his words you could see him losing the fight to his submission. Soon he would be wanting to lay on your bosom and sleep. Unfortunately for Yugyeom, a punishment was still in order. You stopped rubbing his hair and backed away, leaving him without a way to touch you. The haze in his eyes lifted to reveal a lusty heat that made your clit throb in your panties. Tonight was going be so fun. 

“Sweetling, you’ve been bad, ” you started, “going out without telling me when you’d be back and getting wasted?” Yugyeom looked down momentarily as if to gather his courage. 

“I went out with friends, had a good time and didn’t realize how late it had gotten until I went live. I’m sorry.” 

“Oh? So your friends distract you from the rules?” 

“No, I didn-” 

“It’s okay, Sugar. We’ll just have to do some work up tonight that’s all.” His shoulders slumped forward making him smaller as he nodded in response. 

“Oh, don’t look so put out! I’m feeling forgiving. I might let you cum tonight.” You sauntered over to where he kneeled waiting for your instructions, all the images of your plans crowded your mind and heated your skin. He watched you intently trying to figure a way out this mess he’d accidentally created. As you stood in front of him, he went to grab your hips only to be halted by the gentle sound of your voice. 

“No. You don’t get to touch right now. What you will do is go in that bedroom, strip down to nothing and wait in position.” Yugyeom unfolded himself, stood and began stripping in front of you. The look of defiance made it clear that he would not take this punishment laying down. That’s was fine with you. You always preferred your men tied up. You met him in the bedroom moments later to see him as you’d commanded. He stood at the foot your shared bed, feet shoulder width apart and his hands behind his back. You didn’t have to look to know his prick stood at attention, twitching with want. You padded to the “special” dresser and began rummaging for your tools. As much as you wanted him tied up, the rope would be for a different day. Instead you opted for the cuffs, the spreader bar, his favorite gag and your beloved cock ring. 

“Gyeom, stand in front of me and open your mouth.” You kept your toys in plain sight. There was no need to hide them. You reached up, fit him with the gag and continued to restrain him. 

“Now, we know the rules. Stomp three times if you need me to stop.” He nodded weakly in response. He watched in morbid fascination as you slid the floor in front of him and snapped on cock ring and made sure it was snug. You started out slowly as you took him into your mouth. You gave small kitten licks to the head, made sure you never gave too much suction, never enough friction. Even though he loomed above you, all of his pleasure say in the palm of your hand. He stood with his eyes closed, head thrown back as he groaned. The trail of his saliva glistened on his throat and clavicle. 

“Baby, I want you to look at me. Watch me take my sweet time with you.” He sighed and craned his neck forward to see as you engulfed his cock into the warm wetness of your mouth. 

“Huummnnn~” You raked your nails down his stomach leaving angry red marks as your took him deeper into your throat. You could feel the edge of the ring with your tongue as you swallowed around him. You slipped off with an obscene pop and rose to undo his gag, it was time for a talk. 
He panted, chest heaving, face red with unshed tears in his eyes. 

“Gyeom, baby. How long do you think you can hold out?” 

“Mommy, please. Let me cum, hurts,” he sniffled. 

“Oh I know darling, that’s the point. Now, answer my question.” 

“Can’t hold.” You grabbed his face and kissed him deep. He responded immediately, mewling into your mouth. “Mommy, more. Touch more. Let me eat you out. I’ve been good. Right? Please.” His ramblings only served to make you wetter. Still, a lesson had to be taught. You pulled away once again to his groans of frustration and sadness. You walked over to dresser to retrieve your Hitachi. His eyes widened as you walked back over with the wand in hand. 

“No! Please no more. I can’t hold it,” Yugyeom sobbed. 

“Shh.. it’s okay. You don’t have to. That little bugger around your dick will do it for you. Just let go.” 

“Mommy please,” he continue to cry, “I’m sorry I was bad! I’ll die if I don’t cum.” You stroked his face and chest lovingly as you turned the vibrator on low and touched the base of his dick. 

“It’s okay pumpkin. You’re doing so well for me,” you cooed. You moved the wand up and down his shaft slowly, concentrating at the base and the tip. He stood tall, whining and pleading for release. 

“Oh god! Ahh it’s coming! Mommy I’m cumming. Yes! Yes! FUCK!” 

“I’m sorry darling, you’re not.” You lifted the vibrator off as he rode out his dry orgasm. His eyes rolled back as he groaned in pain. He bucked and rolled his hips looking for some sort of relief only to be met with open air. He was a vision standing there covered in sweat, his cock a mesmerizing shade of red throbbing and twitching. You could see his thighs shaking from the effort of standing so long through so much. Carefully, you maneuvered him into sitting on the edge of the bed. You took off your soaked panties and slid yourself into his lap. You kissed his eyelids and nose and finally his mouth as you gripped his shaft slipped it inside of you. You were so wet everything fit perfectly and with ease. You loved how full he made you feel. You could feel him pulsating inside of you. 

“Oh my god, Honey you’re so thick. So fucking big,” you sighed. 
The feeling of your pussy clenching around him left Yugyeom only able to whimper in response. You rocked your hips, twirled them in circles teasing the both of you until you couldn’t handle it anymore. You rose and slammed your self back down on his cock. 
You did it again and again until you found your rhythm. You fucked yourself 
on your baby boy’s dick, rode him all while he cried out in bliss and pain. 

“Good, so fucking good. Pussy… fucking phenomenal,” he grunted as you ground down. Your stomach coiled with your looming orgasm.

“Who does this dick belong to? Who do you belong to? Tell me!” 

“YOU! BELONG TO YOU! FUCK, MOMMY I’M DYING,” his shouts rang through the bedroom and resonated within you. Yes. That boy did belong to you. With that thought, you came all over him. Your pussy clamped down as your rode through your orgasm. 

“That’s my good boy,” you licked your lips, 

“my perfect pet. Always ready to be used. You made me come all over you, Darlin” He rubbed his head against your neck as he sobbed and pleaded to be let out of his cuffs and to come. You knew he’s learned a lesson here but you needed to hear it. “Look at me. Have you learned your lesson?” Despite his tears his eyes widened as he nodded furiously. 

“Yes, ma'am. Tell mommy where I’m going and when I’ll be back.” You wriggled yourself off of his lap and began the process of setting him free. You started at his ankles, and removed the spreader bar. Then, you made your way onto the bed and freed his hands from the cuffs and finally while looking him dead in they eyes your unlatched the ring. Yugyeom fell back onto the bed with a groan. It wouldn’t take too much for him to come now. In fact, you were sure he could do it untouched. You watched him as he made grabby hands where you stood on the side the bed. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you made your way on to the bed and placed yourself right over his face. Even after all of this he still wanted you to ride his face. You giggled mischievously, 

“I have a proposition. You get your treat as long as you don’t touch yourself.” Before you could blink he’d grabbed your thighs to pull you down onto his awaiting mouth. He gave long strokes with his tongue, swirled around your clit once, twice, three times before he dug his tongue inside of you. You rocked yourself back and forth while his sucked and kissed your pussy lips. Your orgasm built quickly, sent heat flooding your body. He ate you like a man who’d been starved and it only served to take you higher. The fire in your stomach coiled tighter, you could feel the throbbing of your clit as it rubbed against his nose. Yugyeom could feel the way your thighs clenched around his head. His mommy was close to cumming and so was he. Yug gripped your thighs tighter to hold you in place as he gave your clit one final hard suck. 

“Oh shit! Yes baby, I’m cumming. Fuuuuck so good.” Your eyes rolled back as you bucked on his face, riding out our orgasm. You could feel him moaning into your pussy. 

“Me too. Ah! Yes I’m cumming! Haaaa~ Fuck yes.” The mutual orgasm left you both reeling. When you came down from your own high you proceeded to check in on your angel. He lay strewn across the bed dazed, calling out for you. You heaved yourself off the bed and gathered him up as well. His long lanky body covered yours as he sought out post sex cuddles. You hobbled to the bathroom with him wrapped around you cooing “I love yous” back and forth. You’d never been more grateful for your cast iron tub than today as you ran a steaming bath and deposited the both of you into the waters. You carefully examined him to make sure there were no wounds. He’d chafed a bit around the wrists and ankles. Nothing some ointment and a bandage couldn’t fix. He was always quite during times like these, so deeply sunken into his submission. You were transfixed and awed by his loyalty and affection. He let you sit behind him to wash has back and massage his shoulders and run your hands through his hair. “I was good, right? I’m forgiven,” Yugyeom murmured as he pushed into your caresses? 

“Of course, Baby Love.”

VIXX: when you find them crying

N:  you know the stress and the workload gets to him sometimes, no matter how hard he tries to hide it with his confidence and smugness. When you found him hunched over with his shoulders moving almost violently, it would break your heart. He’d deny that it was anything serious, instead just asks you to hold him and tell him that everything will be okay. His tears will stop falling when you wipe them away, and kiss his forehead.

Leo:  he doesn’t cry often, which is why it’d worry you when you find him hidden away in his room where he thought you wouldn’t see. Taekwoon wouldn’t say anything when he felt you wrapping an arm around him and trying to calm him down, but he’ll move into a position where he could hold you instead. He always feels relaxed and calm when you’re this close to him, and he’ll find some sort of explanation as to why he was crying, as soon as he felt better.

Ken:  you’d never expected someone like him can be so down and out of it, he almost looked broken. He’d try to form some sort of apology, but you wouldn’t be able to distinguish the words from his quiet sobs. He might lash out and ask you to leave him alone, only bc he doesn’t want you to see him be this vulnerable and wounded. Ofc he doesn’t mean it, and will cry even more when you hold him tightly and assure him that you aren’t going anywhere.

Ravi:  he always comes to you when he’s upset and sad bc he knows you can always make him feel better, so he’d only hide himself while crying if he feels ashamed. He’ll tell you it’s nothing to worry about, and that he’s just being emotional, but after a few more minutes of silence, he’d beg you to never leave him. He’d look desperate as he clung onto you, but you didn’t need another word to hold him and let him cry into your shoulder.

Hongbin:  it’s rare that he actually does this, but there are times when insecurity and uncertainty gets the best of him. He’ll be wondering and second guessing all sorts of things, which will leave him a sobbing and an emotional mess. “You still love me, right? Y/n, I’m not perfect, I can never be perfect….” little things like that will make him worry, all he really needs are your kisses and your reassurance.

Hyuk:  you’ll find him sobbing quietly on the floor, after the fight had just blown out. He’s so regretful and disappointed in himself, but his pride won’t let him and it that. Though he’s apologizing over and over again when you sit down next to him and try to comfort him, there’s really nothing more you can do than nod your head and cry along with him.

Originally posted by tranquies

I’m So Sorry

Prompt: Hi love im new to your blog and saw the request were open and i was wondering if you do angst and id you do i was wondering if you can do a tim drake x reader where the reader gets kidnapoed and tortured by any villian of your choosing a week after the reader and red robin break up ? Thank you love ❤

Pairing: Tim Drake X Reader

Word Count: 992

TW: Agnst, heavy angst. Mean comments, self-deprecation, mental torture

Tags: @nervouswastelandvoid

You hadn’t expected this. You had still been wallowing in your apartment, drawing yourself with ice cream and brownies and cookies. When Scarecrow had broke down your door, gassed you and kidnapped you.

This… it… you were hoping to die at any point right now. When you woke up Scarecrow was standing over you, you went to punch him immediately, only to find your wrists bound to the table, as well as your ankles, and middle. You felt the fear sink in, “No, no, no, no, no, no,” You started to sob, fighting to get out of the restraints, “Let me go! Please!”

Scarecrow shook his head, “You are the perfect test subject, Y/N. I’m afraid I cannot do that.”

He lifted the syringe and you fought and screamed as he put the needle into you arm and plunged the orange liquid into your bloodstream. The hallucinations hit you like a truck, you had always wondered what Scarcrow’s fear toxin would show you. But right now, you sure as hell didn’t want to know!

Tim stood over you, you were paralyzed in fear. His face twisted in disgust, “Why did I ever think about having a relationship with you? Look at you, you’re not even attractive, and you’re so needy. no wonder I broke up with you.”

“You’re lying,” You screamed, “You’re not him, You’re not Tim! You’re not him…” You tried to just keep screaming, you tried to drown it out, but it kept coming, his speaking voice was louder than your screams could ever be. It went straight to your brain, stayed there, no matter what you couldn’t block it. When youfaintend from exhaustion, it wasn’t much better.

It was last week, when you and Tim broke up. You had been dating Tim for about half a year now. At first you had really minded him ignoring you for a few days while he was on a case, but when it went from a few days to a week to multiple weeks… You had to put your foot down. “Tim, we need to talk…”

Tim snorted, “I can’t talk right now Y/N, I need to stop-“

“That;s just it,” You growled, “You never have time to talk to me! You’ve canceled five date nights in a row Tim. No one deserves to be ignored.”

Tim paused in typing his computer and without even looking at you he sighed, “You’re right.”

“… Okay? So do you think-“

“- This obviously isn’t going to work out. I’m sorry Y/N.”

You froze, unable to think, was he… “Are you breaking up with me?”  This hadn’t been what you wanted, You wanted to work it out, you loved Tim, and this was breaking your heart.

“You obviously need someone who has the time-“ Tim continued but You didn’t let him finish, you turned on your heel and slammed the door.

Scarecrow reviewed you with smelling salts, you could feel the stiffness of old tear tracks on your face, “Why,” you whimpered, your throat dry and your voice broken, “Why are you doing this…?”

Scarecrow moved a few stands of your hair out of your face and you didn’t even have the energy to flinch in disgust as he said, “ As I said before Y/N, you’re the perfect test subject. I have yet to find such a strong test subject that I can observe.” He pulled out another syringe.

You started to cry again, “No, please, please, not again…”

Scarecrow shushed you, “Shhh, this will pinch..” He stuck the needle in your am and you screamed.

Tim was back again whispering hate into your ear. You wished that it was something else. You wished other fears would manifest, a phobia of spiders, snakes, the dark. Something anything but this. You cried and cried and cried, “Stop, please, make it stop!”  You closed your eyes and refused to open them, “No more, no more, no more,” You repeated over and over. You wished you could put your hand over your ears but your couldn’t. Then someone touched your arm. You screamed, because all this time the hallucinations hadn’t touched you, “No!”

“Y/N, Y/N!” Tim’s voice echoed around you.

“No! Not again! Go away,” You shouted, refusing to open your eyes, “Please make it stop, kill me, kill me! Make it stop!”

The hand tightened around your wrist, “Y/N, it’s me…” The gentle voice caused you to open your eyes. You blinked the tears away to be able to see clearly, Tim stood there dressed in his Red Robin uniform.

The fear leapt in your heart, “No, please, I’m sorry- I’m sorry, just stop. Stop, kill me, please.”

Your words cut right to Tim’s heart, and he didn’t kill you, but rushed over to Scarecrow’s medical supplies and quickly gave you a sedative. You whimpered when he stuck it onto our arm, still high on the fear toxin.

When you woke up, you were alone in the cave infirmary. You looked around, hoping this wasn’t a trick or a dream. When Alfred entered, and hastily made his way over to you with a glass of water, “Ah, Miss. L/N. How are you feeling.”

You slowly took a sip of water before replying, “I… is this real?”

Alfred nodded his head, reaching over and giving you a little pinch on your arm, “You were rescued by Master Drake and Master Damian last night. Scarecrow has been in-prisoned at Arkham. You are safe now.”

You both turned as Tim entered the room, he looked sheepishly at the two of you, “Oh, um, I can…”

You couldn’t help but reach out to him and he rushed over to you. Alfred retreated as Tim gripped onto your hand like a life line. “ I’m so sorry,” he struggled to get out and you shushed him.

“Just stay with me for a little bit, please.” Tim nodded and he pulled up a chair who held your hand as you held his.

Beautiful (Philip X Reader)


Request Queue

Warnings- ANGST

Requests- “hi! i just recently found your account and spent all of last night reading your stories. could you do one where you’re dating Phillip and you are there with alex and eliza when he dies. Thanks!”

“Right, so could I get an angsty Philip oneshot? Where he is courting the reader and she is there when he dies? It’s also the first time he tells them he loves her?”

A/N- (THIS WOUNDED ME. Not so fun facts: Richard Price and Philip challenged Eacker at the same time. Richard’s duel was the day before and shots were fired but nobody actually got hurt. For the first minute of the duel neither Eacker nor Philip shot. Eacker would raise his pistol and then Philip would too and they just awkwardly did that until Eacker shot. Then, it took Philip 14 hours to die of infection after he had been shot and he was in pain the entire time.)

 Words- 1 ,145 

A loud tap woke you from your sleep. You rubbed at your eyes sleepily. 

“Y/N.” someone whispered. You whirled your head around. Philip was leaning into your window. 

“Philip!” you whispered yelled. “What are you doing here?” You rushed over and opened your window wider so he could climb in. 

“I really needed to see you.” he whispered. 

“Is everything okay?” Your chest began to grow tighter. You tried to shake the tiredness from your mind.  Philip sighed and pulled you into his chest.“Philip, you’re scaring me.” you whispered. “It’s nearly four. Philip, what happened?” you demanded. He sighed again and shook his head, pulling away from you. 

“Don’t worry beautiful.” He bent down so that he was eye level with you and stroked a hand along your cheek. “I just needed to see your face.” You furrowed your brow, ready to ask him again. “Lay down. Go back to sleep.” he said before you could utter a word. You gave him a questioning look before nodding and walking back over to your bed. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him with you. 

“Y/N, I don know-” 

“You’re stressed, and I’m worried, so you’re staying.” you cut him off. He gave you a sad smile. You laid down in your bed and held the blankets up until he finally scooted in beside you. He laid on his side and you pushed yourself into his chest, resting your hands against him. He put his arm around you and pulled your closer. You smiled as he rested his chin against your head. You could feel him destressing and relaxing, which in turn eased your fears. You fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, letting you know he was alive.

You awoke with a start to find that Philip was no longer there. There was a harsh knocking at your door. You rushed to open it. Your friend Richard Price was standing there with a concerned look. 

“Richard!” You covered yourself up with your hands. 

“Y/N it’s…it’s Philip he’s…” Your heart dropped to the floor. 

“What?” You demanded. 

“He’s been shot. He…”

“Where?” You asked calmly, already grabbing your coat. Richard wasn’t answering, and you were getting agitated. “Where is he, Richard!” you screamed. 

Richard jumped. “At a hospital. In Jersey. I’ll take you there.” But you were already out the door. “Y/N wait! What are you doing?” He called after you. 

“A carriage will take too long.” you mumbled. You weren’t upset. You weren’t crying. You could barely think. You just knew you needed to get there now. Across the street, you saw a tall man pulling a stallion along. You rushed over to him, Richard following after you quickly.  

“I’m so sorry to bother you sir but-” 

“Wait,” the man said. “You’re Philip Hamilton’s girl right?” You nodded. He sighed. “Take it.” He handed you the reigns and walked away. You stared at the leather in your hand, horrified. It was worse than you’d thought. 

“Y/N?” Richard asked quietly. You shook yourself out of your stupor. You grabbed a box and used it climb onto the saddleless horse. “Y/N please be careful!” Richard shouted.

“Are you coming or not?” you asked. Richard looked at you carefully and then climbed onto the horse behind you. You rode off quickly down the street, Richard shouting directions in your ear. You squinted your eyes against the wind and urged the horse to go faster, praying no one stepped in your way because you were not stopping. A single tear slipped out of your eyes, but the wind whisked it away. You refused to let any more fall. 

There was a small crowd outside the hospital when you got there. You pushed your way through them into the hospital, but as you stood outside the door to where Philip supposedly was, you hesitated. 

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Richard asked calmly. 

“I don’t know if I can see him like that.” Your voice broke. 

“You’re going to regret it if you don’t see him. Besides, he’s done nothing but ask about you since he got here.” Richard spoke plainly. 

“He has?” Richard nodded. That was all you needed to push the door open and step in. 

“Oh Y/N.” You heard Eliza’s voice, but you didn’t look at her. All you could see was Philip lying on a table. He head snapped towards you at the sound of your name. You stood frozen. 

“Hey beautiful.” Philip croaked, wincing slightly. You rushed over to him, your eyes scanning for injury. Then you saw it. The blood. All over his hands and on his hip and his arm. His arm that was turning black. 

“Oh god.” you sobbed. 

“Hey it’s okay.” he said. “I’m still handsome right?” He tried to comfort you with a smile, but there was blood dribbling down his mouth. You stared down at his state. “Don’t worry.” he whispered. “It hurts a lot less, now that you’re here.” You heard Eliza sob and felt tears slipping from your own eyes. You wanted to be strong for Philip, but seeing him like this broke you. You were vaguely aware of Richard’s presence behind you and Eliza and Alexander in front of you, but you were completely focused on Philip. His breaths were becoming shorter. 

“Doctor Hosack says it’s an infection. They don’t know how much longer he has.” Richard whispered to you. You stared down at him, unable to do anything to take the pain away from your lover.

“At least…” He looked towards his parents. “At least I’m with the three people I love most.” You let a small sob. He looked to you. “I really love you Y/N. So much…” You let the tears fall freely now. Philip had never told you that before. “In fact,” he strained with effort as his uninjured arm reached into his pocket. 

“Son, be careful.” his father said, reaching out. Philip produced a small silver ring. You gasped. 

“It’s not much, but…I was gonna ask your father and..” 

“Oh Philip please don’t.” Eliza turned away and sobbed into Alexander’s chest. 

“C-Can I?” he asked, holding up the ring. You nodded, unable to say anything. You held your hand out and his slid the ring onto your finger. It was a perfect fit. He smiled widely, before coughing quite a bit. Eliza and Alexander rushed over to him. Richard stood near his feet staring down at his friend. 

“Don’t forget me.” he whispered. He closed his eyes and rested his head back.

“Philip no!” Eliza screamed. Alexander pulled her away slightly and held her closely. 

“Let him rest.” he whispered. His voice cracked. You heard the doctor rushing in.

“Philip! Philip I love you too! I love you!” you said, desperate for him to hear it. You grabbed onto his hand. 

A small smile appeared on his face. “Good.” he whispered, squeezing your hand lightly. “I can’t wait to see you in that dress, beautiful.”  He let out a breath and his cold hand went limp in yours. 

wolfandthief  asked:

Bughead Prompt: Everyone always saw Betty Cooper as perfect, and she hated that. It made her feel as if she had to try harder just to keep up that image. To not disappoint the people she loved. She just wanted someone to see beyond her facade, and see her flaws, but still love her anyways. She would soon find out Jughead was that person.

The pressure to be perfect was real for Betty Cooper - Alice was always telling her to sit up straight, tuck in her sweater, maintain A’s in every class while working on The Blue and Gold. Betty hasn’t been able to fail at anything since she got a C+ on a Science test in third grade.

It was a facade Betty hated. She wanted more than anything to go to bed at a decent hour instead of staying up finishing her articles for the school paper and studying to get ahead of the next English quiz.

She wanted to go to school in sweat pants and a tank top, hair loose and her shoulders. Instead, she had to look perfect to maintain the image her mother created for the family.

It’s why, instead of yelling back at the people who made her upset, instead of shedding any tears, she let the anger and hurt build up inside of her.

It’s why, after days of constant abuse from her mother, after a particularly heinous remark about her sister from Cheryl, Betty could feel herself breaking.

She popped into an empty classroom as the first tear rolled down her face.

Jughead spotted Betty closing the door behind her, entering the dark classroom as he rounded a corner.

He followed her quietly, opening the door and peering inside. “Bets?” He whispered when he spotted her crouched down on the floor. He realized she was crying. “Bets, what’s wrong?”

Betty cried harder when she realized who was kneeling down beside her.

“Betty?” Jughead tried again, gripping her hand in his.

“I’m not perfect.” Betty blurted out through the tears.

“I know,” Jughead answered.

Betty looked at him confused. “You sure know how to make a girl feel better.” Betty murmured, tears streaming down her face. One of her fists was balled up tightly.

“Betty, nobody is perfect. Being perfect is overrated.” Jughead smoothed a hair out of her face.

“Tell that to my mother.” Betty whimpered. “That’s what she expects of me.”

“Betty, nobody is perfect.” Jughead said again.

“My facade is cracking.”

“Cracks let the light in,” Jughead said as he reached for Betty’s other hand. He loosened the grip she had on her fingers.

Betty relaxed a little when he said that.

“You know what I like about you, Betty?”  He smoothed his thumb back and forth over her hand.

Betty shook her head, her sobs subsiding.

“I like that if you drink a soda at lunch, you always get the hiccups. I like that when you eat a hot dog for lunch, you always end up with mustard on your cheek, no matter what. I like that when someone offers you gum, you ask what kind, because apparently you’re picky about your gum choices.”

Betty smiled.

“I like that you never learned how to ride a bike, and that when we were nine, you refused to hang out with me and Archie unless we called you ‘Cooper’ because you just wanted to be one of the boys. I love that you get up early on Christmas to try and snoop, even though you’re never successful at it.” Jughead continued. “I like that you’re not perfect, Betty. You’re damn near close, but if you were perfect… well, you wouldn’t be Betty Cooper.”



“Thank you.” Betty sniffed, and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips.

You Mean It? (Dok2 x Reader)

P.S This was requested by an anon. Girl I went so overboard with that, since there are a lot of scandals like that, g dragon with Nana, Zico with Seolhyun, Zico breaking up with Seolhyun because of the public. Making them look like criminals because they are being normal. Anyways, Enjoy!


JoonKyung was different than any man you’ve dated. First off, his lifestyle was like on the other side of the field, you honestly don’t understand how did you catch his eye. You were an english teacher in a private primary school, you were just a normal person. You still did not understand why he chose you? You were a nobody, while he was surrounded by models and idols, I mean he personally knows CL, what more could you say?

Joonkyung fell in love with how simple you were. You appreciated an expensive candle lit dinner, just as much as a drive thru at mcdonalds, you could dress up and go to the club with him, also you could sit at home and cook for him, you could rock a very dark make up, and you could also sit on the couch bare face, with a bun on your head and sweatpants. He liked that you were just a teacher, you liked kids and worked hard for the simple things.

Things were normal. You were carefull with sneaking around and meeting him, you knew that if people learned about you, they would freak out, you didn’t want any part of it, the spotlight scared you. So when you saw your name and face on the article, pictures of you on Joonkyung’s car, or walking out of mcdonalds holding hands you were mortified

“Dok2 dating a foreigner?

The famous rapper has been spotted with this lady a lot of times. They seem to hold hands and her riding passenger at his car.

Even thought we are not sure how long they’ve been dating, people guess is a year, give or take. If you look closely to his instagram, she is in plenty of group pictures, also she is on the quiett’s instagram page.

The couple seems very happy, sources say that the lady is a primary school english teacher. Which makes people wonder how did they meet and her motives for this relationship.

You can clearly see that she is not Korean or Asian in general. Sources say she is from America, but her parents immigrated there, although we don’t know the country.

What do you think of the knew couple?”

Your instagram started to blow out. People started following you and commenting on your pictures, you didn’t know if you should look, eventually curiosity took over you and you started to scroll through

‘She is so weird looking’

‘I think dok2 needs to learn the difference between curvy and fat’

‘Korean women are too hard to get, that’s why he chose her’

’ Look at her make-up, she needs to take it off and put on some clothes’

'I bet he bought her this outfit’


You threw your phone on the bed. Why were they so mad at you? You didn’t do anything but love someone.Was that a crime? You sat on your couch and turned on the tv, maybe that would distract you

'Now what do you guys think about this?’

'Dok2 is just messing around. I mean, look at this they are walking out of mcdonalds, I’m sure she ate everything there is in that bag. She clearly cannot cook since they are getting junk food, he will come to his senses’

You turned it off and threw away the remote, the sound of it crushing to the floor was heard all over the house. Your eyes started to water, making your vision blurry.

Why did they hate you? Why would they judge you like that? You never did anything to them, you never hurted anyone

Your phone distracted you. You walked back to your room to get it, Joonkyung was calling you


“Open the door”

He said and the line went dead. You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror, you rubbed your eyes so they want look watery. You slowly walked to the door opening it, Joonkyung immidiately wrapped his arms around you

“Are you ok?”

You didn’t answer. He let you go and took your face in his hands, examinating you

“Have you been crying?”


You almost did, but he came by. He closed the door of your apartment and dragged you to your couch

“I’m so sorry about this. I didn’t know about it, I’ll make sure they will take the articles down”

“It won’t make a difference. They will post others, they will still leave comments on my instagram, they will still think like that, nothing can be changed”

He didn’t like the way you talked. It was so cold and sad, you looked depressed, he took your hands in his, attempting to calm you down

“Baby I-”

“They were right though. I am not what you deserve, I’m just a stupid chubby teacher,I even let you pay my phone bill. How stupid and pathetic can that be?”

By the time you were done, your tears escaped your eyes and runned down your face. You bit your lower lip as sobs took over your body, closing your eyes tightly and hair falling to your face. He wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry it out

“Don’t talk like that. You didn’t let me pay for your phone bill, I did it behind your back, cause you spended all of your money to my birthday present, and after you learned about it you didn’t talk to me for a week. You are not chubby, you’ve been working out every day, you look better than ever, even if you were chubby I would still think you were perfect. Baby you are teaching at primary school, I barely got throught it and then dropped out. You came to this different country and managed to survive and leave a nice life, how is that stupid? and we all know you can cook, I mean dong-gab and zino cannot stop talking about your cooking. I love you for every little thing they are mad about”

He kissed your hair, rubbing your back which made you relax in his arms. By the time he was finished, you had stopped crying and just listened to what he had to say. You raised your head and wiped away the tears, smudging your mascara

“You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it. Give me a kiss”

You pecked his lips. He wrapped his arms around you, placing you on his lap, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck

“I love you. Don’t worry about these stupid jealous people, we got way bigger fish to fry”

You nodded and gave him another kiss on the lips. He smiled at you, feeling a bit better since he got you to stop crying


He decided to spend the whole day with you. As you layed next to him, you checked your instagram, you got a notification that he had tagged you in a picture. It was a picture of you with your head on his lap, watching tv

“All we did was love eachother, that is definetely not a crime. So stop talking about us like we are criminals and get a life”

You smiled and put your phone away. You hugged him tightly, as you heard the beating of his heart

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome”

Originally posted by huckleberryb

Sweater Weather

Word count: 585 word and 3,424 characters

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Fluff,Angst,Death ,Suicide


Originally posted by pleasingpics

“Wait Y/N you have something on your- wait let me get that for ya-”

Mick leaned in pressing his finger on the corner of your lips,slowly wiping away the ketchup stain.

You were merely inches apart,his nose almost touching yours as his eyes wondered to yours right before slowly returning their attention to your lips.

You felt the wave of heat radiating off of him as you leaned in closer,now starring at the man’s lips yourself.

The night was beautiful,the cold breeze sending shivers down your spine,gradually cooling you down now and then.

Finally,As you leaned in even closer,Mick gently pressed his soft lips against yours,his hand sneaking behind your neck as he deepened the kiss.

Your heart rate increased and your breathing quickened as you gently pressed your hand against his chest hoping that this blissful moment lasted forever.

Shortly after you pulled away for air,his eyes met yours yet again.And as he rested his forehead against yours,his lips curved into a smile.

“Wow..” You breathed out with your heart threatening to jump out of your chest.

There was this beautiful,euphoric moment of silence before he finally decided to speak up,once again.

“I love you, Y/N ,I always have.”

“I love you too,Mick…More than anything”

That was ,indeed, the story of your first kiss.

You heard a gunshot coming from the war room and you instinctively jumped up from your seat and made your way over,holding up your gun as you walked.

Unfortunately nothing could’ve prepared you for what came next.

Upon entering ,your eyes wandered around the room trying to figure out what exactly happened before they landed on a pair of dead ones that belonged to none other than the love of your life, Mick Davies.

The horrific sight before you was enough to send you stumbling backwards before you hit the wall behind you.


You screamed as your eyes overflowed with tears before both Arthur and Dr.Hess turned towards you.

You saw the overwhelming guilt in his eyes as he looked over to her,unsure of his future actions before she simply shrugged him off and walked out of the room not once looking back.

You were a shaking sobbing mess at this point.

Quickly making your way over to Mick’s dead body you lifted up his bloody head and gently placed it onto your lap as you started slowly stroking his hair,whilst also letting your tears stain his perfect now paling skin.

“Come On-Please-…You’re fine..You’re gonna be fine!.. I’ll keep you safe!!…I’ll-”

Your voice cracked allowing you to cry out his name once more

“Mick-Please..Y-You can’t leave me-”

You held his head against your chest grinding your teeth together as you let the tears pour down once again.

“I love you-Mick-YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME!..YOU Ca-…You can’t….Please..”

His body was heavy and bloody but you didn’t care.You just kept on holding him and hugging him closer to your chest,your heart.

He was your everything.He gave you a home,Introduced you to the british men of letters,…He loved you.

And now he’s dead.

You looked up to see his murderer ,Arthur,still standing next to you.

Without thinking,you quickly picked up your gun and ,before he had a chance to even react, you shot him right between the eyes.

Watching him fall down to the ground,finally you took one last look at Mick before pressing the barrel of the gun against your temple.

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you ran your fingers trough Mick’s blood soaked hair.

“I’m coming.”


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I Need You - Betty Cooper Imagine (Riverdale)

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Warnings: sadness, lots of fluff

Request: Anon: 10 and 50 for a Betty imagine please?
10. “There was this perfect moment. This perfect moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me… and i understood.”
50. “Tell me you need me.”

Summary: Betty calls the reader over to talk about her recent heartbreak. The sad conversation takes a turn for the better.

A/N: my first Betty imagine, I hope you like it. I wasn’t sure on how to depict the relationship so I kinda left it to your interpretation. Enjoy!! xx

Betty is sobbing over the phone. She was betrayed by two people who she had trusted with something special to her. Archie had her heart and Veronica, her trust. Only having you and Kevin to call, you immediately grabbed your stuff and raced over to the poor blonde’s house. You had seen Betty upset before but nothing, nothing, could’ve prepared you for the broken girl before you.

“(Y/N),” she hiccuped when you walked into her room. Immediately spotting her crying into her pillow you grabbed her, holding her close to your chest.

“Aww Betty,” you cooed as you stroked her hair, “I’m so sorry.” She looks up at you with tear filled eyes and make up smudged all over her face.

“Why are you sorry?” Not ignoring the worry that has crept into her tone you were quick to reassure her.

“I’m sorry that this happened to you Betty. You deserve so much happiness for everything you do. You should be able to get the boy, have best friends you can trust-”

“I do have a best friend I can trust,” she interrupts. Somehow that statement makes you feel funny and you’re not sure if it’s because she called you her best friend or perhaps because you had broken her trust and not remembered.

“(Y/N), I only called you because besides Kevin you’re the only one who hasn’t hurt me”

“And I hopefully never will.” She smiles at you, slowly calming down as you guys talk.

“It’s just funny because before Veronica came there was this perfect moment. This perfect moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me… and I understood.”

“And now?”

“I don’t know, everything’s changed. And it’s not just from Jason Blossom’s death.”


“Well I was important before, in a I volunteered for everything and was depended on quite a bit. Now…no one needs me. Not even Veronica who’s been here for less than a week!” And her sobs wrack her body as she starts crying all over again. Clutching her to your body you whisper to her soothingly as she lets out all her worries and fears onto your t-shirt.

After about 10 minutes of her renewed tears she calms down and you just hold her in silence before you hear her whisper something.

“What Betty? What did you say?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing,”

“Betty…” She sighs before she answers.

“Fine, I said ‘Tell me you need me.‘”

“Why do you need me to tell you that?”

“Because I’m not needed anymore. All I have are friends and even the closest and oldest ones can walk away easy,”

“Betty, Archie isn’t going to just give up on you. You guys have been inseparable for too many years,” You both shift to get into a better cuddling position as you guys talk. Kissing her forehead you can see the exhaustion from today’s events pulling her into the dark abyss. You move you both so you’re lying down but still wrapped up in each other’s arms.



“I need you.”

A/N: Y/N = your name

nobodys-baby-now  asked:


<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3!!!
I already did one for one of those prompts but I combined the other two for you!!~

Characters gave each other a promise when they were children and they wonder whether it’s still valid. / “Since the night you reached out and took my hand, three things have happened.”

Originally posted by esparzugh

Don’t Call Me That” related <3

Warnings: drug use, cursing, etc…

Flashback: When You Were A Child

You were watching, from your bedroom window, as the red and blue lights bounced off the surrounding buildings.

It was raining.
Of course it was raining.

The door opened, but you didn’t look. Instead, you remained kneeled at the window sill, even when his heavy arm came down over your shoulders.

“You okay?” Nevada pressed his chin against the top of your head, was disappointed when you didn’t nod and confirm. “C'mon, get your stuff, you’re stayin’ at our place tonight.”

“Vada…” even when he tried to pull you away, it was futile- you curled fingers around the string controlling the blinds he was trying to lower. “Nevada, what… what am I gonna do? How do I move on?”

He sighed, covered his face with a hand. “It’s a paraphernalia charge, it won’t be long.” Even at the mention, he cringed, and went about working to pack your things. “You’re gonna stay with us ‘til she gets out, you’ll stay in Natalia’s room, I’ll walk you to school-”

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The Way I See You// Michael Clifford Smut Imagine

Warning: smut and insecure Michael
Rating: at least pg13
Word count:1147
So this is like fluff and also smut so just enjoy
Written by: S

Your fingers tapped across your keyboard as you finished up yet another almost perfect essay. This weeks writing assignment for your creative writing class was ‘write about something you appreciate’. Michael, your boyfriend of six years, didn’t know it yet, but you’d chosen to write about him.
“Whatcha writing babe?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch. You’d lived together since you’d started college together two years ago and you couldn’t be happier.
“Just another essay. Wanna read it?” you offered, looking up into his sharp green eyes.
“Of course love, you know I love reading your papers.” Even though Michael wasn’t an English major like you, there was never a time when he didn’t want to read anything and everything you wrote.
As his eyes began to flick across the words, a small smile grew on his face. ‘No one has ever made me felt more loved’ and ‘he is the perfect person…my person’ reflected from the screen and he took them in. When he stopped, though, he looked up with a different reaction than normal. His smile dropped and he stared back at you with almost a look of concern.
“What’s wrong Mikey?” you asked, wondering what could’ve changed so fast.
“You just….you write about me like I’m this….amazing guy all….perfect and I’m….. Y/N I’m not…..” he trailed off, his words breaking your heart a little as you’d heard them before but every time he spoke of himself like this it hurt you to know that he thought like that.
“Michael, Michael look at me,” you said softly, crawling over to sit between his legs, convincing him too stare back into your eyes, his now full of tears. “Baby I write like this because it’s all true. There’s no one on earth more perfect or amazing than you in my eyes. You are what I’m most grateful for in life.”
The two of you stayed for a few moments, eyes locked, your hands holding his face, before he leaned in and pressed your foreheads together and let out a choked sob. You felt the tears trail down his face and into your fingers and began to wipe them away.
“I just don’t see how anyone can see me like that,” he whispered, giving you a few ideas. “Baby look at me,” you said again, causing him to open his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?” you asked.
“I see the most amazing, beautiful girl in the world. The person who I know will always be mine, be there for me, be the best part of my life,” he said, earning a small smile from you.
“See? That’s exactly what I think when I see you Mikey,” you told him, trying to convince him. “But-” he began.
“No, no buts,” you cut him off. “If you can’t see what I see, then I want to make you feel my love,” you said, your tone dropping slightly but still staying soft. You leaned in to kiss him, a slow, soft kiss but still full of all the passion in the world. Your hands trailed down his chest and tucked underneath his tank, rubbing circles on his chest. You began to trail kisses down his neck and onto his collar bones, sucking and nipping softly at the skin. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you gently pulled it off and over his head, yours following suit.
“Baby you don’t have to…..” Michael started. “Shh, Mikey, let me take care of you,” you cooed, running your hands along his sides while you pressed more kisses below his ear, causing him to hum softly. Your hands found his hip bones and your fingers began to trail lightly across them, back and forth, soothing the skin.
Eventually, you began to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of him, along with his boxers, while you kissed his perfect lips, this time more hungrily but still soft and loving.
“Such a pretty cock baby,” you whispered, taking it into your hands and stroking it, earning a groan from the back of his throat. You circled your thumb around the tip and pumped his length. Trailing kisses down his chest, you got to the little trail of hair that started at his navel and began to pet over the soft hair with your thumb, kissing the milky white skin around it until you reached his his hard cock again and placed a kiss on the tip.
“So beautiful,” you hummed, mostly to yourself as you looked up at his face, scrunched up as you continued to stroke him, eliciting sweet moans from him.
You took him in your mouth and began to swirl your tongue around his member, causing him to release the most beautiful sound. As you continued to bob your head, he looked down at you, still letting soft grunts and whines fall from his lips. Pulling his out of your mouth, you crawl back to his body to kiss him, working off your lounge shorts as you do so.
“You ready baby?” you ask him as you line him up with your entrance. He nods in response, not being able to form words.
“I love you so much,” you say, kissing his forehead as you sink down on to him, pulling moans from the both of you. You begin to slowly rock onto him, lifting your hips and settling them back down again. As you do, your hand finds his and you lock them together, staring into his eyes for the millionth time tonight. The room is silent other than the sounds of your skin meeting and the occasional whine or moan from either of you, and nothing could be more perfect. You started down at the man you loved most in the world, and he stared back at you, both of you taking in the beauty of this moment.
“Baby I hate to screw up your vibes here but I, mmhh, I need a little more,” he said, causing you to pick up your pace and bounce a little harder, driving him insane. Both of you no longer caring about the noise and letting out groans and swears and mixed “I love you"s. You felt him twitch inside you, and you were close but you wanted him to get there first. As you picked up your pace, you began to nibble on his sweet spot just below his ear and clenched around him, sending him over the edge and setting off your high.
After you’d both come down, you laid on his chest, still peppering him with kisses.
“Do you see now how perfect you are to me?” I ask softly, peering up at him.
“I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have a girl like you.” he replied softly.

nickie-amore  asked:

From the new prompt list you just reblogged can I request two with Finn Balor using the numbers 6, 15 & 44 and 26, 63 & 138

“I lost the baby”, “Don’t die on me– Please”, “I’m going to keep you safe”
“I’m dying”, “Whats the matter?”, “Are you cold?”

(I’m so sorry if these make you cry! It was emotional writing these!!)

The heartbeat had ceased. My stomach was now a tomb to a once lively fetus that loved to kick me anywhere it’s little feet and toes could stretch. I would miss the late night kicking alarms that rolled me out of bed to make a trip to the bathroom. I would miss everything about the once bundle of joy Fergal and I were elated to have made. He wasn’t planned, but he was already loved like we’d been waiting years for him.

“I lost the baby” My voice was dry and emotionless. I stared down at my hands spread over my bare stomach. My skin pale and flushed just like my mental state. I sat on top of the sheets draped over the mattress on the hospital bed.

“Wha–how?” Fergal’s voice was only inches from my face as he crawled onto the bed, squeezing his hands over mine. “Baby..how”

I couldn’t look up at him. I couldn’t look into the eyes of the man who I just broke with my words. My heart was broken more for him than myself. I could still remember him jumping around the apartment like a giddy kid on Christmas who got a shiny new Nintendo begging to be played with.

“The doctor said the umbilical chord wasn’t functioning properly anymore” I sniffled, letting the clear liquid flow from my nose. “The shock of being restricted from my nutrients stopped his heart” My voice turned into a sob. I gave into my emotions, crying out to the universe my pain and sorrow. I lost our first born. Our baby was nothing but a memory now.

“I feel dead, Ferg..” I whimpered leaning forward to press my forehead into his shoulder. “I don’t know how to go on..”

“No, no!” His voice rose in worry. He had lost his son and was losing the woman he loved just as quickly. “We can make it through this”

“I want to die…I want to be with Finton” I choked out, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Don’t die on me – Please” His voice began to weep just like my own. He had the fight of his life ahead of him. No matter the cost or the time past he would commit to keeping the woman he loved alive.

“Why did this have to happen? Everything was going perfectly” I shook my head doing anything I could to understand why this happened. “I ate right..I talked to him..I exercised” I threw my arms around his neck, clinging to him with everything I had. My eyes opened to stare at the wall picturing what our boy would have looked like.

“I’m going to keep you safe” He whispered hoarsely through a gentle sob. He was doing his best to be strong, but there was only so much a person could hold back with such traumatic news. “I’m going to show ya that we can still keep Finton alive in us..in our hearts”

I pulled back to look into his eyes, gulping as I registered all of the emotions that bled from them. “Can we try again..at some point? I want to be the mother of your children” I was desperate to feel anything besides the despair and loss consuming me.

“Once you have recovered and we talk to doctors about our options and it’s safe for you? We can have as many as ya want, baby” He did his best to smile, giving me the hope I needed.

“I’m so sorry..I love you, I love you so much” A new onset of sobs erupted. I still couldn’t believe Finton was gone. “I’m sorry I broke your heart”

“Baby..shhh” He rubbed my back soothingly, cooing into my ear. “Ya had no control over what happened, ok? Ya can’t blame yourself for this..I won’t let it kill you”

“You’re going to be the perfect father someday” I whispered in defeat grasping at any kind of hope the world was would offer.


“Are you cold?” Finn came around the couch to cover me with a blanket he gave me for my birthday not too long ago. I had news that I wasn’t by any standard ready to dish out to him. Why did I have to give him the news that would put his whole world to a halt?

“Yeah..” My voice trailed off, grabbing at the ends of the blanket to cover my completely, hugging it to my chest like a pet.

“Whats the matter?” He took a seat next to me, pulling me against him. I turned just enough to drape my legs over his thighs, laying my head on his shoulder. I had dug up all the willpower I could muster to keep from breaking into pieces in his arms.

“I have some news…” I sighed pointing over at a set of papers addressed from my doctor’s office. It was test results I was nervous to receive. The anxiety was rightfully in place taking in the fact that all I had feared was actually happening.

“It can’t be that bad” His voice was confident. The kind of confidence you couldn’t fake even if a gun was pointed to your temple ready to pull the trigger.

He took a few moments to scan over the pages, not understanding all of the doctor lingo and numbers that you read as well as your doctor. If you didn’t say it now, you never would.

“I’m dying” Your voice strained out the two words. Finn dropped the papers to the floor as the shock took a vicious grip on him.

“Ya doctor said that you were clean though! How can it come back so fast?” His voice grew angry and confused. He couldn’t accept this news.

“The pills never worked..my heart is too weak” I frowned, looking up at him with a sorrow filled expression. “Just remember that when I’m gone I love you with everything I am..I’ll always love you”


“One million bullets” - [Tom/Sebastian - one shot].

Prompt: “You’re going about your day, running errands when you get a call from your neighbor, to see if you’re okay since they hear a horrible ruckus coming from your home: loud bangs, glass breaking, & yelling. You’re obviously not there & Tom is away making appearances. You assume burglars or a deranged stalker. You race home & find Tom, a sobbing mess, sitting amongst your destroyed things. And…???”

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: Angst. Drama. // ***I’d like to thank @sebastianismydistraction​ for sending me this scenario which finally inspired me to write something new for this blog. <3 ***

Song referenced in tittle“One million bullets” -Sia.


Sentimental debris…

My house was covered with it.

My heart was beating out of my chest when I put my hand on the doorknob. I had just received a phone call from my neighbor while I was doing some shopping. He wanted to know if I was doing okay because he had heard screams and shattering noises coming from my house. I ran out of the store, got in my car, and drove home at full speed.

My husband, Tom, wasn’t coming back from his trip for another week. That could only mean that someone had broken into my place. My neighbor had used the words “earsplitting” and “havoc” while describing what seemed to be going on inside.

It was quiet when I walked in but I stepped on broken glass as soon as I did. A clear sign of the violent event that had taken place minutes earlier. My eyes roamed the room only to realize my whole living room had been trashed. I was surprised and relieved when I found Tom sitting on the floor right by the coffee table, with his back to me, holding a glass of scotch. But his hair was a mess, his tie was loosened up, and his white button down was dirty, letting me know that his trip was cut short because something terrible had happened.

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Headcanon that Yuri P is a weepy/honest drunk

We already know how Viktor and Yuuri act when drunk (embarrassingly in Yuri’s opinion). But with Yura still underage in the first season we never see him join in on the fun.

My theory is that completely unlike the other two he is quite a calm drunk- if an incredibly honest one. 

He would finally tell Yuuri he looked up to him (and deny it vehemently later).

He’d confess to Otabek that he really liked him(romantically or as a friend, you choose).

Viktor would practically stalk him trying to get a word of praise and just when he’d think all hope is lost Yuri would mumble thanks to Viktor for being like the big brother/father he never had and Viktor would never let him live it down. Ever.

And don’t get me started on what happens when drunk Yuri sees’s a cat(or god forbid a kitten) when drunk. The ice tiger of Russia will openly start sobbing over how adorably perfect the entire feline species is and you will not be getting your phone/cat back anytime soon.

Any photo or video evidence of the times Yurochka gets drunk mysteriously disappears within 48 hours of the incident.

(Except for a secret memory stick that Mila definitely does not have in her possession.)

Stepping Up: Part 2

Pairings: Chibs x Reader, Past Jax x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4,105

Stepping Up Masterlist   Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

Part 1


You had only seen Jax Teller cry a handful of times. When Thomas and his dad passed away, when Tara left for San Diego; when he came over to your house the night he got patched… but you had never seen him cry as hard as he did when the nurse laid his baby girl in his arms for the first time.

“She’s so beautiful.” He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose to wipe his tears away. “Look how beautiful she is, babe.” He came over to you and crouched slightly. You smiled through tear filled eyes as you looked at the most beautiful baby girl you had ever seen. You let out a sob as you ran your finger tip down her tiny nose.

“Kelsi…” You whispered as you gave her a kiss on her forehead, unable to even come up with words to say, before the nurses had to take her from Jax to get her cleaned up and weighed.

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why doesn’t anime or artists or writers show the ugly sides of characters. or just. media in general. no character is without their ugly expressions or their undesirable sides. they’re human (unless they’re not), but you always see characters “hysteric” over the death of a loved one crying so cleanly and it’s just…….people….have ugly sides…..and have normal expressions not everything is pristine and clean….like…. why do anime characters cry like that…. they should take an example from me, a master crier. you do not cry so cleanly when you are plainly upset you sob and wail and your face contorts and it’s ugly. especially slice of life anime…just let characters show that they aren’t perfect because god knows no one is

Runnin' With the Sons of Liberty

* Hercules × Reader
* 244: Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.
* Hamiltime

A/N: had a few ideas and this was one of them. Sorry for a delay in posting, just been kinda busy these past few days. Either way, enjoy this Hercules imagine.

Word Count: 1,377


To say your friends were safe would be like saying fish didn’t swim. It was a time of unrest in the colonies. While most people still were loyal to the King, they weren’t pleased with Parliament. You friends were all for revolution and they tended to be very vocal about it.

You always breathed a sigh of relief that they weren’t involved with The Sons of Liberty. They were a radical bunch that acted out against the British Soldiers stationed here. Many of them that were caught were tried for treason and usually executed.

You sighed from your seat at the table as Alexander got into a rousing, and drunken, debate with a loyalist. You toyed with your empty glass, preying he’d stop. “Something wrong Y/N?” Hercules asked from beside you. To your surprise he seemed mostly sober. Then again, he could hold his liquor better than anyone.

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Imagine #16- Heat of The Moment (No, it's not Tuesday)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Plot: You have an argument and it goes too far. Will you make up?

Word Count: 1,119

Warning: Arguing, slight angst? Crying, I guess.

Note: 200!!!!!!! OMG That’s amazing, you guys are the greatest people in the universe and I love you all<3

Admittedly, your relationship with the elder Winchester brother has never been conventional. You’ve never really done any ‘couple’ stuff, not really. It’s always been quiet and abnormal, finding private moments where you can and sneaking off to be together in the dead of night. Not that you’ve ever minded that.

You’re so similar and yet so different. At the moment, you’re both stressed as hell, and tense, meaning neither of you have had the time nor the energy to make the effort with the other. It’s difficult, and only getting harder.

Take, for example, the present moment. You’re engaged in a heated argument that started over something so small, you don’t even remember.

“You’re so touchy at the moment!” He snaps, arms folded, “How long am I supposed to keep tiptoeing around you?”

“You’re not! I’m not touchy- no more than you!” You glare at him. You’re stood in front of each other.

“That’s ridiculous.” He mutters. “You’re being ridiculous, Y/N!”

“Am I? Am I really? Because if I recall, you’re the reason we’re here, not me.”

“You’re just as much to blame as I am, don’t you dare put this on me!”

“Sometimes you really, really piss me off. You know that?”

“Ditto, Y/N. You’re not perfect either.”

“I’m painfully aware of that, thank you.” You fold your arms. “No need to scrutinize every one of my flaws.”

“I’m not doing that. You are being so dramatic today! Is it that time of the month?”

“Why the hell do all guys always presume that?” You snap, one eyebrow raised. “For the record, no, it’s not!”
“Then please, tell me why you’re being such a bitch!”

You stay silent for a moment, “I thought you’d be lonely in the asshole club.”

He scoffs. You glare at him. You keep yelling at each other. Usually, Sam’s there to stop you both, to stop it from going too far. Tonight, however, he’s not there, and it escalates to a level where you think it might never be repaired. Insults are far, and you’ve both gone too far on more than one occasion tonight.

A smashed vase lies on the floor and there’s a noticeable dent in the wall. You’ve shed a few tears, your eyes red and damp. You’re both almost hysterical, practically screaming at each other.

“You know what? I’m done! Come talk to me when you’re done being a childish brat.” He snaps, “Or don’t. I don’t care.”

“Fine, go run away like the coward you are. Makes sense, really.”

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up.”

“Please, screw off.” You mutter as he grabs his jacket and slams the door. You stumble towards your room, kicking a chair on your way. You drop onto your bed, drained and mad.

Slowly, the adrenaline wears off and you start thinking about the argument and some of the things you both said.

“You’re not worth the effort sometimes.”

“Maybe you should let me die next time, it’ll be a burden off your shoulders.”

It got worse.

“You’re only bitter because you couldn’t save anyone.”

“Just because you couldn’t be daddy’s perfect little soldier?”

“It’s miracle you’re not dead with your lack of skills.”

“Why didn’t you just stay in Hell?”

“They decided I deserved worse so they sent me back to you.”

You let out a strangled sigh-sob, turning over onto your stomach and burying your head into the pillow. You try to hold back the tears but it just won’t work. Each tear you let out is a sign of weakness, a sign that you’re useless.

After what could have been an age or maybe ten minutes (You don’t know or care) you hear to door open. Your stomach twists unpleasantly but you stay where you are. There’s a hesitant knock at our door.

“Y/N?” Dean. “It’s me. I think we need to talk.”

You stay quiet, not trusting your voice.

“Y/N. I’ll break down the door.” He threatens.

At that, another wave of anger rushes over you.

“No, you won’t. You’ll leave me alone and respect my privacy if you want me to ever talk to you again.” You call back, and you hear his forehead hit the door defeatedly.

“Fine. But I’m staying here.”

“Just keep your mouth shut and it’ll be fine with me.”

You almost feel bad but you can’t find it in yourself to care. A few minutes later, you hear a rustle and a small sheet of paper slides under your door.

‘I love you, you know.’ It reads in his messy handwriting. You almost laugh, but it does bring a smile to your face.

Then, another one slides through.

‘I’m still waiting here.’

And another.

‘I’m going to stay here for as long as it takes.’

Eventually, you give in, unable to handle it any longer. You open the door, and he’s stood there, looking surprised.

He doesn’t hesitate in the slightest, before grabbing you and holding you close.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers into your hair, holding you almost painfully tight.

“I’m sorry too.” You reply, your voice almost inaudibly muffled by his chest. He pulls away, shaking his head as he looks into your eyes.

“You’ve been crying.” He says, and you shrug.

“It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? I promised myself that I’d never let you get hurt and not I’m part of the reason you’re hurting.”

“It’s fine, really.” You insist, and he shakes his head. Suddenly, he picks you up bridal-style, and carries you over to the bed. He lays you down, and lies beside you, his hand on your waist.

“It’s not fine. I said some bad stuff ton-“

“So did I, Dean. Let’s just…forgive and forget.”

“That’s fine, but I need to tell you something.” He says, and you nod.

“I was thinking. And remembering. Everything, about you, me, us. I realised. I need you. If you left or died or I left, you’d take all of the good in me with you. I almost hate it, it’s like I’m dependent on you for happiness. I don’t live the most orthodox of lifestyles, you know that, but…” He pauses. “I can’t give you an apple-pie, white-picket-fence life. I can’t give you happy and carefree, I can’t give you anything but my unconditional love and takeout food. I just hope it’s enough.”

“It’s more than enough, Dean.” You whisper, near tears. For good reasons this time, though. “Thank you. You’re all I need. I don’t need any of that as long as I have you.”


“Yeah, really.” You smile as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, snuggling into his larger frame.