sobbing my eyes out while making this

You Are Not My Mother Part 1

A/N: This was a random idea that came to me in the middle of the night. I woke up out of a dead sleep and had to write it down before I forgot it. I’m considering turning this into a series. Let me know what you think! Feedback is greatly appreciated (even if you only click the like button. It means a lot!). This actually won’t follow the show, but I’m going to try to incorporate as much as possible. (I thought of this after watching the episode “Stuck In The Middle (With You)”.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of past neglect
Summary: While heading back to the bunker, Mary makes a detour that makes her daughter question everything.
Word Count: 1247    
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    There was a flash of blue light and suddenly Castiel was healed. I was checking him for injuries while the others talked to Crowley. I helped Cas stand after Crowley disappeared.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes.” He nodded. “I’ll be fine.”
“Let’s hit the road before anything else happens.” Dean suggested.
     We agreed and headed for our vehicles. Sam and Dean climbed into the Impala while Mom climbed into her car. I helped Cas into the passenger seat of my car before walking over to the others.
“Be safe.” I told. “I’ll see you guys at the bunker.”
“Okay. You guys be safe too.” Sam said. “Keep an eye on Cas and let us know if anything weird happens.”
“Will do.” I smiled before heading back to my car.
     I started my car as the boys pulled out and Mom followed behind them. Mom had been acting strange all evening. I had some suspicions, but I didn’t want to voice them to my brothers. We had enough to worry about.
“You mind if we make a pit stop?” I asked Cas.
“Not at all.” He shook his head. “Can I ask where we are going?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there.” I answered.
       I could make out the Impala’s taillights in the distance and Mom’s not far behind them. Suddenly, Mom turned off at the exit and I slowed down before following her down the winding ramp.
“Where’s Mary going?” Castiel asked me.
“We’re about to find out.” I muttered under my breath.
“Should I call your brothers?” He questioned.
“No.” I said quickly. “We can handle this.”

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My 20 year old Idol Husband - [Day 11 - It’s Definitely You]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10 / Day 11

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Darkest Desire 'The Real Monsters'

Don’t forget to read previous chapters!

[Darkest Desire Masterlist]

Chapter 13

Summary: Eugene and Negan console you. Negan takes you to Alexandria. Negan finds out about you talking to Jamie. 

Word Count: 2,482

HUGE THANK YOU @i-am-negan-trash for being my beta reader!


Negan continued pounding his fist on the door.

Eugene hugged you tightly as you continued to sob.

“Jamie showed me a picture of Nick and Katie’s dad. Eugene, I recognized him. I was the one that killed him at the outpost. He was a good guy. He was just trying to protect his kids.” You sobbed harder, unable to breathe.

“DON’T MAKE ME BREAK DOWN THIS FUCKING DOOR!” Negan screamed as he kicked the door.

“He had just taken Jamie’s spot at the outpost! I could have killed Jamie!” You continued crying.

“Just breathe. I have to let the man in before he breaks his way in here. I like my door and I’d prefer to keep it attached to its hinges.” Eugene got up and walked to the door.

“We are the monsters.” You continued to cry, setting your forehead on your knees.

Eugene opened his door and Negan stood there breathing heavily.

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Crying - Jason Todd x Reader

I’m back. This is my sad attempt at making you guys cry HAHA 
Words: 525

You breathed in the faint scent of the soft, cotton fabric of the pillow you hugged tightly against yourself. Half your face was mushed against it, and as time passed it felt more and more drenched from the tears that slowly seeped out your eyes. The light around you was dim, coming from a sole source on your bedside while the rest of your apartment was completely dark. No other sound could be heard except from an occasional sniff or sobs coming from you.

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Death’s Choice

I tried really hard to get my kid out of my neighborhood. When he was born, I made all the promises I’m sure my old man made to me when I was young.

You’re not gonna live like this.

You’re gonna be better than me.

You’re gonna be somebody.

But what does an eighteen year old know about getting anybody outta anywhere? I couldn’t even get myself out. Me and my girl lived in my mom’s basement while we tried to get our shit together for Abel’s sake, but it was never gonna work. She was younger than me, she didn’t want to be a mom, and she split when he was only a couple months old.

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A Milky Way gave me breath

So I had this idea of ​​fic, where the reader is new to Beacon Hills High School, after moving to the city. Her first day starts very badly, and the panic rises. Chance or destiny makes sure that a person well-accustomed to panic attacks passes by at the right time.

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

As soon as my foot touched the too-much-clean floor and my body crossed the entrance doors, I knew I did not belong there.

The corridor in front of me was crowded with young teenagers, all wearing a face that was both different but similar in the same time. They knew where they were going, some insecure, others had a pre-filled full future waiting only for them to graduate. Their biggest concern being, in the immediate future, the next class inscribed on their schedules.

And there was little me, lost, alone, empty, planted like a statue in the middle of the entrance of my new school. Asking myself again what I had done to deserve finding myself there.

New house, new town, new school.

Beacon Hills.

Nothing belonged to me anymore, nothing represented me, and nothing mattered.

I felt new tears rising to my eyes, which I was quick to wipe away before moving hesitantly towards my future.

It was the first day of class, and I was already lost, like a little puppy that would have lost her mother. I could not find my locker, my classroom, or the director’s office. The corridors were empty, but anyway I wouldn’t have been able to talk to anyone for directions. With my social anxiety, it’s impossible. My hands become moist, my heart drums in my ears and my breathing becomes wheezy and difficult. My mind is empty of words, and my legs began to shake uncontrollably. I tried everything, to fix this, but I cannot go to others. Some says that I lack confidence in myself and others tell as soon as I have my back turned that I am just an associable person.

I’d like to have friends, I’d like to talk to people, but I can’t.

And here I am, lost in a school that I hated more and more, alone, beginning to panic. I don’t want to be there, I only want to go home … my home before, the one that no longer existed.

The too well-known tears invaded my tired eyes. A curtain of water came over my sight as I felt a sob getting caught in my throat as I tried to take a breath. Automatically, one of my hands pressed against my heart by forcefully clutching my too big hoodie, while the other stood brusquely on my head, slamming my skull with my palm, hoping perhaps it would bring out the memories of my head, in vain.

After several interminable seconds, the sob finally slipped from my sore throat. I put my hands on my mouth to stifle it, not wanting to attract whole classes in the corridor, making me look oddly. I had to find a place to bury myself in for the rest of the day, hidden, isolated…


But I could not see where I was going anymore. My head began to spin hard and my hands trembled against the lockers I leaned on to help me move forward. Then, a familiar pain resounded in my chest, my breathing suddenly broke, and all the sound that could have crossed my lips got caught in my throat.

No oxygen came in or out of my lungs, and my head started to turn horribly. There only was mist and pain surrounding me. My breathing was rapid, jerky and difficult. I had the impression that my skull would explode any time soon, that my lungs were on fire, and that I was going to die.

Then I heard footsteps in the corridor, followed by a voice that I could not catch the words. Someone was going to see me in that state, laughing at me or worse, filming me and fetching his buddies. I had to hide, panic intensified in me. I no longer knew where I was, everything spun and I could not breathe.

“ Are you okay? ”

The person, a boy, stopped in front of me. Anxiety echoed in his voice, and I could hear the pity that was soon to follow. The poor little new high school girl I was, panicking in the middle of the hallway, like a kid.

I clumsily pushed back the hands he had placed on my shoulders with the intention to help me. He didn’t understand.

“Hey, hey, hey… let me help you”

His voice was soft, calm and almost reassuring.

But he didn’t understand that his presence wasn’t helping me, it made everything worse.

“Calm yourself, you must breathe slowly you hear me? ”

Breathe? I couldn’t breathe, the world crumbled, everything was slow, and I no longer even felt my own body. I was going to die, I was going to die!

“I … can’t … breathe …”

This time, when he put back his hands on my shoulders with a tenderness I did not know possible, I didn’t push him back. I no longer had the strength. My legs gave in under my weight, and I would’ve hurt myself if the boy hadn’t supported me. He knelt before me as I tried again to find my breath, or simply find the reality that seemed to escape me.

 " I’m gonna die… “

I felt the boy’s hand against my cheek, warm, soft and tender. His thumb caressed my burning skin as he whispered calming words that did not succeed in calming my heart rhythm or nausea. My thoughts were intermingled too much for me to calm down.

“You will not die; it’s a panic attack …”

The panic that began to make his voice tremble did not reassure me much. I looked up at him, but my vision was so tangled, I couldn’t distinguish his features. The only detail I succeeded in seeing and which struck me was a row of moles that adorned his cheeks. More particularly, his left one.

It looked like a Milky Way, it was fascinating and beautiful.

I don’t know why this detail struck me so much, but for a split second I forgot where I was and that I was dying asphyxiated.

This moment of inattention was enough for the boy to do the thing I was less expecting him to do.

Something hot and damp stood on my lips, while powerful hands grabbed my face.

I was so surprised that I froze completely, eyes wide open, as motionless as a statue cemented in the ground. I even forgot to breathe.

When he backed away, I blinked several times, putting my hand against my lips. I did not quite understand what happened.

But when I breathed again, the pain was gone.

I looked up to look at the boy, but he was faster. He mumbled briefly that when he kissed me, I held my breath, and that was the first idea that crossed his mind at that moment.

Before I could see his face, he ran off.

When my eyes were able to see correctly again, the Milky Way boy was gone.

Originally posted by haerenga

Hey, let me know what you think about it, about the English (I wrote all of it in French and then translate it with google translation’s help), and also the story!

I might continue it if someone likes it! (because I have ideas ehehe)

Ps: this is my first attempt of english writing… please be kind ;0;

MY. Omega. - Bucky x Reader (3/?)

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A/B/O Dynamics

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Simple Summary - Out of all the new coming Omegas, will he choose you?

Originally posted by kieranwalker

Warnings - Swearing, arguing, awkwardness, ANGST.

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Accidents Happen *** Part 4/7

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Peggy (Mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, language (the usual)

Word Count: 1970

A/N: SO… this is definitely not a drabble so we’ll just call it a mini-series! Anyways… Good luck… that’s all I’m going to saw… Have fun!

Series Masterlist - Part 3 - Part 5

Your lip quivered as you lifted a ball fisted into the air. You breathing was fragile, short and quick then deep and slow. You knocked on the door, the feeling of the coarse wood ridges beneath your knuckles leaving behind a slight red mark on your skin.

Thoughts ran through your head like a rampage, creating the worst scenarios and trampling down any positive ones that had stood in their way. Your face contorted into an expression of anxiety. “This was a bad idea. I-I can’t do this.”

As you were about to turn around and pretend as if you had never come in the first place, the door opened. “Hey.” Bucky’s lips curved into a charming smile. He didn’t even have to try. Dammit Bucky! You literally make this so damn hard.

“Hello?” Bucky sang, dragging out the ‘O’ as he waved a hand in front of your face, “Earth to (Y/N).” Your eyes widened as you sucked in a breath, “Yeah… Uhm, sorry. Can I come in?”

Bucky’s eyes lit up as a laugh fell from his lips, “Yeah. Steve went out with Peggy just a while ago.” You flashed a smile as you sat down on the sofa in front of the T.V.

You looked around the apartment. It was a typical men’s apartment. Decked out in sports team merchandise and pizza boxes littering the table that was set in the dining area along with a few empty beer bottles.

Bucky stepped into the kitchen, grabbing himself a beer and a glass of water for you. “I know how much you hate beer. So I saved you from having to force it down.” He winked sarcastically. “Oh! You greedy bastard. What? Scared I’ll drink your whole supply?” You mocked, snatching the beer from his hand as he was about to lift it to his lips.

Bucky dropped his arm as he squinted at you. “That was the last one.” Bucky stuck his bottom lip out, whining as you took a sip from the bottle. You handed it back to him, your face scrunching up as you felt the burning sensation in the back of your throat as you gulped down the alcohol.

Bucky licked his lips as he took the bottle from you. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with pride, “That’s what I thought!” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your best friend. Your smile fell as you came to the realization of why you were here in the first place.

This obviously didn’t go unnoticed by the man sitting just beside you. Bucky moved to sit closer to you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Bucky cooed, as he stared into your eyes and searched for an answer. Although, he was sure he already knew.

“It’s me. Isn’t it?” His smile was gone by now. You hated when he wasn’t wearing that stupid smirk or when those perfect teeth weren’t on display for the world to marvel at. Your mouth fell open as you tried to find the words you wanted to say so desperately. Where do I even begin to explain this? You thought as you fiddled with your thumbs.

“(Y/N), I’m begging you. What did I do?” he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Bucky, I… I don’t…” you ran a hand through your hair as you let out a sigh. “You don’t what? You don’t trust me?” Bucky gaped as his forehead furrowed, “(Y/N), I’m your best friend. Why are you hiding this from me?”

You flinched as he shouted. Yes, you had seen Bucky angry and the two of you had gotten into arguments in the past but he had never raised his voice. It definitely scared you, but at the same time, it enraged you. “Of course, I trust you! I’m just… I’m trying to figure out how to say this, Bucky!” You stood up as you barked at him.

Bucky did the same, laughing sarcastically as he gritted his teeth together, “That’s not what it seems like. Seriously, (Y/N)? You’ve been avoiding me all day. I know you don’t want me to know what the hell I said last night.”

You scoffed as you crossed your arms over your chest, “I have not been avoiding you! I promised Nat earlier this week that I would study with her. For fucks sake, Bucky! I came here right after. We didn’t even study before Clint came and swept her off her feet!”

“Don’t bullshit me. You were quick to get out of the apartment this morning and race off to class.” Bucky fumed with anger. His jaw clenched as his eyes appeared glossy. He was fighting back tears. Whether they were from anger, hurt or stress, he didn’t know.  All he knew what that he didn’t want to lose you.

“I had class! I’m paying for these classes! I can’t just do whatever I want!” You pinched the bridge of your nose. You paced around the living room of the apartment.

“Why won’t you tell me?” Bucky spoke softly, “Damn it, (Y/N)! I’m freaking out, okay?” Your eyes met his and you struggled to fight back the tears that began to run down your cheeks.

You let out a quiet whimper as you brought your hands up to your face to wipe away the fallen tears.

Bucky’s face fell into a look of fear and worry, “Doll… I’m-“

You shook you head, “No, Bucky. I’m afraid. I’m terrified. I want you to know. I want you to remember so fucking bad!” Bucky took a step towards you, “Then tell me. Please.”

You sank your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the trembles that were falling from your lips. “I don’t know how to!” Bucky pursed his lips together. “Just scream at me whatever it takes.” He pleaded.

You looked anywhere but him, “I’m horrified that if I tell you that you’ll leave me. I can’t lose you Bucky! You’re my best friend. You’ve been my best friend since we were younger. You’ve been a part of my life for so long that if you were gone… Bucky, I don’t know what the hell I would do!”

Bucky put his hands on your shoulder, “I don’t want to lose you either. I can’t lose you.”

“Bucky… you have to promise me something.” You said sternly, sniffling before you looked into his eyes. “Anything.” He nodded, desperate to solve everything.

“If I tell you, I’m going to walk straight out. You can’t come after me.” You forced a smile. Bucky’s eyebrows rose, “W-what? No! That’s stupid. I can’t do that! (Y/N) I’m not go-“

“Promise me.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief as he slowly nodded, “Okay. I promise.”

“And don’t you dare interrupt me!”, Your breathing was shaky as you closed your eyes, heart racing out of our chest.

The brunette smiled tightly. He knew he would chase after you. He’d follow you anywhere, as cheesy as it was. You were the only stable thing in his life. He wasn’t going to let you go now.

You opened your eyes as you began to speak.

“I-I remember when I had my first heartbreak. I was thirteen years old. You were fourteen. I remember I had run out of the school, tears in my eyes. I sat down on the stair that led into the building. You came right after me. I was a sobbing mess and you took my hand, holding me close as you whispered sweet nothing into my ear. Trying to make me laugh every occasionally. It always worked.” You chuckled at the memory while Bucky smiled.

“You have always been there for me. Every heartbreak, every time I was upset, you were by my side. I don’t know where I would be without you. I’m so scared that I’m going to lose you Bucky. It didn’t take me long to realize it, but… I love you, Bucky. I’m so in love with you. James Buchannan Barnes. You stole my heart.”

Bucky’s smile had faltered by now and you were so sure he was freaked out.

“I have been in love with you for so long. Ever since we were just two kids in Brooklyn, but I just don’t want to lose you. You mean everything to me and a world without you, without my best friend, my first love, isn’t worth living in. I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid that… if you knew you would freak out and leave me behind. You came in and I don’t think I’ll ever forget what you said.”

Bucky’s heart was racing. I said something stupid, didn’t I?

Bucky eyes were closed as his smile grew, “I can’t get her out of my head, man. It’s like a curse. Why does she have to be so damn perfect?” Your heart dropped as you hoped that he was talking about you. Why would he though? It wasn’t like he was wasted off his ass. He knew you were there with him. Bucky snickered as you took the glass form his hand before he lost his hold around it. “I have to tell you a secret.” Bucky’s eyes were barely open as his gestured for you to come closer, until his lips were pressed to you ear. “What is it, Buck?” You were smiling as he grinned like he was the happiest man on earth. He pointed a finger at you with a stern look, “You have to promise you won’t tell (Y/n).” You rolled your eyes, your heart pounding out of your chest. You shook you head, “Buck… I’m here.” He pressed a finger against your lips, “Don’t tell (Y/n).” You shook you head, “Bucky. Seriously I’m right h-“ Bucky clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your protests. He wore the biggest grin on his face. If he weren’t drunk, you’d smash you lips to his. “I can never seem to get away from her. Everywhere I am, she’s there. It’s a damn curse.” Your heart sank to the floor as tears welled up in your eyes. “Why does she have to be so perfect to me. I mean I know she’s not flawless but what the fuck? Is she trying to kill me? Steve, I’m so love with her it hurts. She literally all that’s on my mind! It’s insane! I can’t handle it anymore. Ever since the day I met her, I knew I was screwed. She was just so happy and pure… I knew I was gonna fall for her. I don’t know what to do… I’m going to go to sleep. That’s what I’m going do!” Bucky snorted, his eyes giving up on staying open. “I’m going to… I’m going to k- “

Bucky’s jaw fell slack.
“You said you loved me… I just I don’t want it be something you had just rambled about. I want you to have meant it but… I understand if you don’t. It’s okay.” You sniffled as you looked away from the man standing a few feet in front of you.

He was staring at you, his mouth hung open. He wanted to say something. He needed to. If he didn’t he knew he would screw this up.

“I-I have to go.” You whimpered as you turned to head out of the door, leaving a dumbfounded Bucky behind.

Bucky blinked a few times, processing the events that had occurred just moments ago. He squeezed his eyes shut before he groaned, “Fuck it.” Bucky ran out of the apartment, the only thing on his mind was you. By the time he had left the building, you were nowhere in sight. “Damn it!” He growled, tugging at his brown hair. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Please pick up. Please.”

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Saeyoung Wedding Dance: One Shot

Hello everyone c: since the munchkin war has ended not so long ago, I decided to get started on the Wedding Dace One shots :,) In case you missed the others here they are, Saeran Choi, Jumin Han, Jihyun Kim/V , :) In my personal opinion, this is the most emotional wedding dace one shot I have ever written…  I cried so hard writing this one shit…some of the emotions come from within me… I hope you guys can feel the emotion :) Thank you - Savior Saeran 

Why cant I fake my smile around you? Why did you have to be my biggest weakness. I am suppose to be the strong one but when it comes to you, Im always weak. What have you done to me? 

I breathed in and out watching how my body slowly releases the stress that it has been carrying. However, that moment of release only last a few seconds and then the stress comes back again. I looked at the mirror and saw myself. If people saw my reflection, they would see a clown who is always happy with life no matter what. Sadly, that’s not even the truth at all. When I look at my reflection, I don’t even realize who that person is. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my best man knocking at the bathroom door. I opened the door and saw my brother/best man, Saeran Choi, and I give him a big old welcome smile. He didn’t even look at me while he walked in and closed the door “How are you feeling?” he asked with sincerity. I gave him a quick glance and walked towards the sink to take a better look into the mirror “The real question is ‘how are you feeling brother’, you look like an adorable penguin!” I managed to say with a chuckle. I noticed his stern face expression because of the mirror and I noticed him walking towards me. He put his hand in his pocket and took out a long black box and opened it. I was shocked seeing chain with a cross in the box.  He looked into my stunned eyes and took out the chain from the box and showed it to me “I know that I caused a lot of trouble for you and (y/n) and I may not say it often, but I appreciate the both of you so much. You two are my family and I uh love you um b-brother” he said softly. He then proceeded to put the chain on me “Now while I fix this, why don’t you tell me how you are really feeling?” he looked up with a smile on his face. There are only two people who can knows the real me: my brother who has a special place in my heart, and the love of my life, (f/n) (l/n), who has the power over my body and soul. I looked at him while my act slowly breaks apart infant of him and he pulled me into a hug and I hold on tightly crying, mumbling my fears and joys. He held me tighter and I cried harder. 


The exact moment when I heard the double doors open and the church/space station was playing the wedding song, I saw the birth of a beautiful angel. An angel god sent me and my family, to help us continue on with life. Many hours passed and we made it to our reception. Thankfully god made (y/n) perfectly for me because she didnt get upset when I mentioned months back that the wedding dance song will be a surprised. I know she may be thinking we are going to do something silly but she will be wrong. I need her to know how much I love and appreciate her. I guided her to the middle of the dance floor and signaled for the lights to dim down a bit. I looked at Saeran so he can signal the DJ to start the song for our first dance: Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion

For all those times you stood by me, For all the truth that you made me see, For all the joy you brought to my life, For all the wrong that you made right, For every dream you made come true, For all the love I found in you, I’ll be forever thankful baby, You’re the one who held me up, Never let me fall, You’re the one who saw me through through it all

She looked so beautiful that I wondered what exactly did I do to deserve to be her true ending. She could of had anyone but she choosed me out of billion of people out there. (Y/N) decided to spend the rest of eternity together with me and I am truly blessed. I gave her a twirl while we were dancing and when she came back to me I leaned in closer so she can hear my words “Can I show my true feelings for you” I asked softly. You looked at me with your beautiful eyes and tip toed to my ear “Of course my amazing husband” you said sweetly. Ugh. Your voice makes my heart melt. I brought you closer to me and gave a heavy sigh “ Im honestly really scared to tell you but I need you to know this because you are stuck with me till we get grey and old. When I had to search you information before you can officially become an RFA member, what caught my attention was your facial expressions. It had so much sincerity that it astonished  me that someone can be so pure. After having the honor of meeting you, I pushed you away because I wasn’t worthy of your love. I was suppose to be miserable because I don’t deserve happiness. You slowly became my happiness and I resented you for it because I didn't want to taint you with my darkness. I would never of imagined in a million of years, that my God sent me you to prevent myself from being consumed in darkness.” The memories of our journey was hitting me like a ton of bricks. I brought her closer to me just imagining if my greatest fear did come true. What happened if I actually love my brother and my love? The thought of that made me crack up the chain I had around my heart that only I could ever open. 

You were my strength when I was weak, You were my voice when I couldn’t speak, You were my eyes when I couldn’t see, You saw the best there was in me, Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach, You gave me faith ‘coz you believed I’m everything I am, Because you loved me

I was scared to show her how I truly felt because what happened if she realizes that I’m only alive because of her? I decided to ignore my negatives thoughts and lightly gave a quick dip and then brought you back to me. I caressed your beautiful skin that somehow belong to me now “Thank you (y/n) for accepting all of me. You were the only one in the RFA to laugh at my jokes and never once, never fucking one you called me weird or made fun of. You actually understood me and that scared me. It scared me because you saw through the many mask I had and I knew I didn’t deserve you. I was too broken for you or for anyone else to fix. Somehow you saw past Agent 707 and Luciel and noticed how fucked up Saeyoung Choi really is. You didn’t care how much I hated myself because you were always there. You were there when I cried myself to sleep, when I tried to take my life away, when I tried to push everyone away…. you were always there. Why did you pick me? Why did you decide to make me your final route? There is a saying that whoever you made your final route is the one that you were always destined to be with. Thank you for allowing me, no I’m sorry, for giving me the honor to be your soulmate. If it wasn’t for your love (y/n) I wouldn’t have learned to love myself. I wouldn’t  even have my brother back in my life. If it wasn’t for your help, we would be distance but you helped us became a family again. Damn (y/n), I owe my life to you and I’m not afraid to admit it. Thank you for making me feel human.”

You gave me wings and made me fly, You touched my hand I could touch the sky, I lost my faith, you gave it back to me, You said no star was out of reach You stood by me and I stood tall, I had your love I had it all, I’m grateful for  each, day you gave me, Maybe I don’t know that much, But I know this much is true, I was blessed because I was loved by you

Just feeling your arms intertwined behind my back felt like a dream. Did I really deserve this? If this was a dream, I’m going to cherish this moment forever because if I wake up and you weren’t next to me, I would at least have you in my dreams. Call me selfish but I’m glad you chose me in the end. I will forever thank the man above for allowing me to be your true ending.  Looking at your face lend against my chest while we move around in circles sends chills throughout my body. Knowing for a fact this is reality brings tears to my eyes and its finally time I told you how much I truly worship you.

You were always there for me, The tender wind that carried me, A light in the dark shining your love into my life, You’ve been my inspiration, Through the lies you were the truth, My world is a better place because of you

I grabbed your hands from behind my back and brought them to lips. I kissed it ever so gently and looking into your beautiful eyes killed me. I am alive because of your beating heart. I am happy because of you gave me a reason to be happy about something. Just waking up next to you, whether you are snoring or not makes me happy. When we have petty arguments it made me happy because it just meant that we were going to come out of it stronger. Emotions started to flow throughout my body because the chain around my heart finally broke. I fell to my knees and started to sob while my hands clenched around yours “You were always there for me, when I thought all hope was lost, I looked for your hand to hold to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. You are my strength (y/n) choi and every ounce of cell that created me belongs to you. You own me because you prevented me from giving up hope on love and life.” Tears and love were flowing out of my body because I was finally giving my all to you. I hold your hand even tighter because I’m not finished yet “The tender wind that carried me, when I was down you helped me get back up. You were there defending me from the world because you knew how badly the world hurt me. You looked past my faults, and accepted me for who I am!! You are my shield and I promise you that I will catch every star and hand it to you. You deserve every thing in the world and I promise that I will fight for you and make sure you are happy, because your happiness fuels me into becoming a better person (y/n). A light in the dark shining your love into my life, when you tried to love me I tried to stop you because how can you love someone who died many years back? You didnt care because you knew there was still life in my trying to fight the darkness and I couldn’t do it alone. You extended your hand to me my love and I thank you for not letting me die. You’ve been my inspiration, through the lies you were the truth, you were the one (y/n) to show me the truth of it all. When I found out the truth about Rika and Jihyun, you were there to keep me steady. You were also there to show me that its okay to be sad. That its okay to feel worthless because they are all reasonable emotions but you also showed me that I cant be in that state forever. You helped me become a better Saeyoung and I will forever worship the ground you walk on. I look forward to the day I can tell our children our love story. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you (y/n). My world is a better place because of you, and when I take my last breath looking into your eyes our story will rewind quickly in my head before I close my eyes for the last time. Just know this (y/n), when the time does come for me to leave this earth, just know my soul and heart will forever stay with you. Just know I will be protecting you and my brother even when I’m not there. Just know, I will be waiting for you my love so we can spend paradise together”. 

I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You helped me back up and embraced me into a hug. I hold you tightly wanting our body and souls to become one. I notice that you pulled away ever so slightly giving room for your hand to signal someone to come over. I tried looking but the tears in my eyes were giving my vision a hard time. I then felt a delicate hand wiping my tears away and I was able to see my brother having tears in his eyes. I cleaned his tears away just like when we were little kids. I then grabbed (y/n) and Saeran closer to me into a big hug “Thank you for everything. I will am forever thankful for the both of you. (Y/N) I love you and thank you for making us a family again” I felt the arms of my brother and my wife wrap around me and I knew from this moment I had two rocks in my life. I would die for this two people. They are my biggest weakness and I will forever show them how much I love them till my last breath. 

Thank You. 

Thank you (y/n). 

I’m everything I am, because you love me (y/n)

I love you my angel. 

The Enemy’s Sister ~ Harry x Malfoy! Reader

Originally posted by medo-de-palhaco

Originally posted by slytherinnpride

Request: Hello I was wondering if you could make an imagine where the reader is Draco’s sister(who is a Gryffindor) and hides the fact that she’s dating Hardy until he finds out? Thx :)

Have been sick all weekend and decided to try to get all of the stuff in my inbox done. So here’s the Imagine! Tried to make it original since there are tons of these on Tumblr. Hope you like it Anon!!

Sitting in the tired old armchair in Gryffindor Tower you sob your heart out while your world falls apart around you, you are the loneliest you’ve ever been. In the late hours of the night the common room is desolate, not a single soul out of bed. Besides you of course. The stairs from the boys dormitories creek as a single person descends the staircase. 


You turn and through your tear filled eyes see Harry Potter gazing at you with a sense of worry. He slowly sits next to you and puts a careful hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Harry asks softly.

“Does it look like I’m alright!” You sob, wiping the tears from your eyes,”My father expects me to commit to something horrible. When I told him that I refuse to he said I am a disgrace to this family. And when I talked to Draco about this he told me that my father was right.”

Harry gives a confused expression,”May I ask what it is that he asked you to do?”

Embarrassed, you look down. As a part of the Malfoy family, one of the biggest Death Eater families along with the Blacks, it is dishonorable to refuse loyalty to Lord Voldemort. Your elder brother, Draco, had recently received his Dark Mark and with it a task assigned by the Dark Lord himself. You however had decided that you didn’t want a Dark Mark or any connections with Voldemort.

Tears seem to make their way back and Harry looks startled,”I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pry. I just wanted to help!”

“No-”, you snuffle,”No it’s fine. It’s just my father.”

Harry gives you a sympathetic look, in return you give a small smile. You had told stories, by the Weasley brothers, about the horrible abusive Muggles that raised Harry and felt that you could trust him with your family’s secret.

“Hey, listen to me.” Harry’s hand on your shoulder gives a small squeeze, “You don’t have to be like your family. You fight for what you believe in, not what your family believes in. Though it may not seem like it, Hogwarts is your home, Hogwarts can be your family when no one else is… at least for me it is.”

Harry looks into your (e/c) eyes and you become lost in his emerald green ones. Gently, Harry cups your cheek with his free hand and wipes a tear with his thumb. His thumb lingers there before he leans in and kisses you softly.

And that is how you met the love of your life, and the biggest secret you ever had.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione travel to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for their afternoon class. Inside, Draco stands in his group of evil followers snickering at something he had said.

“That scum.” Harry mumbles.

Hermione nudged him,”I don’t like him either, but you don’t want to loose Y/n.”

“Ah Granger, talking about my no good disgrace of a sister are we?” Draco hisses, his whole crew turns to stare her down.

“What’d you say Malfoy!” Harry’s fist clenches.

“Ah does Potter here have a little crush on my scum sister?” Draco’s smug look grows.

Hermione and Ron exchange anxious looks before Ron mutters,”Mate, cool it!”

“Does Potty Wee Potter find my no good, disappointing, weak, black sheep sister any good? She’s just as much of a waste of air as you.”

Harry lets out a loud shout before colliding his fist with Draco’s face. Draco’s nose begins to bleed, staining his pale skin. He brings his hand up to his nose, blood dripping, before ordering Crabbe and Goyle on Harry.

 Before they could touch him a curse flies between the two of them and you step out form between Hermione and Ron. 

“I see you’re sending your bodyguards to do the work like a weak git, as usual.” You raise an eyebrow at your fumbling brother.

“While you’re busy being the Dark Lord’s hit-man, I’ve managed to learn some helpful spells. Like this…  Anteoculatia!

And with that, antlers sprout from Draco’s head. You giggle and Harry wraps his arm around you, chuckling as well.

“Oi! Potter! Quit touchin’ my sister! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doin’?” Draco roars.

“I think I might just kiss my girlfriend.” Harry smirks, he had been waiting for this moment for months.

“GirLFRIEND!?” Malfoy shrieks.

“Oh did I forget to mention..” You smirk, “Harry and i have been dating for months now.”

At the full realization that his sister has been dating his worst enemy, Draco throws a finger in the air in protest,

“Our father will hear about this, and he won’t be happy!” Draco says this in triumph before exiting the room dramatically.

“You think he realizes that class just started?” Ron says a-matter-of-factly.

Sorry this took so long I just didn’t know what to do for it that hadn’t already been done and stuff. Hope you guys liked it! Please request!!!

Everything I Have

Originally posted by kths

genre: angst, fluff, angel au
warning: suicidal themes
fandom: bts
pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 1,235
a/n: inspired by the BTS song Hold Me Tight & the Lie teaser. This was something I wrote long ago but I really felt like sharing it. 

My mama once told me that angels lived in heaven.
I told her all I wanted was for an angel to love me.
She said that if I was good, I would  be able to meet one.
Then I met him.

He had a smile that could make the sun jealous.
A laugh that no symphony or orchestra to rival.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted him to be mine.

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Thoughts on the Dear Evan Hansen b**t

I finished Act I yesterday so it might be a little rusty, but I just finished Act II, so here goes Act I:

First off: BEN PLATT.  HOLY SHIT BEN PLATT.  This man is freaking amazing.  Give him the Tony.  The range of emotions he goes through, especially at the end…my gods, what a talented man.

“Anybody Have a Map?” is fantastic.  The harmonies.  THE HARMONIES.

“Waving Through a Window” is fabulous.  I relate to it.  That’s really all I have to say on it.

I wish Connor wasn’t such a plot device.  I also wish that the five minutes he’s on stage alive he wasn’t so awful.  But that’s probably a part of many underlying mental health issues.  When he tells Evan “You’re the fucking freak” it seems to me that HE’S the one who feels like a “freak” and is trying to pin it on someone else.

The.  Insanely.  Cool. Jared.  Kleinman.  Favorite character.  FAVORITE.

I think Alana might not have the best social skills.  The story she tells Evan about her grandmother dying isn’t exactly something you tell someone you don’t know very well on the first day of school.  I do like that, though.  Adds a little more to her character.

Evan’s letter to himself HURTS.  The way he wonders what would happen if he disappeared HURTS.  This poor guy…

I honestly don’t really get why Connor gets so mad at the mention of Zoe in the letter.  It’s not like he’s some protective older brother at this point.  Maybe it’s just that he resents her or something.  I don’t know.

Can we just appreciate Jennifer Laura Thompson’s Cynthia?  She is very good at looking miserable.


Evan saying that Connor came to get him when he broke his arm is heartbreaking.  He just wants to believe that he really fell by accident so badly.

“Sincerely, Me” is one of my favorites on the recording but onstage it is just the best.  Mike Faist’s expressions on “I rub my nipples and start moaning with delight”, “If I stop smoking crack”, and “If I stop smoking pot” are PRICELESS.  Also, how is he making his voice so smooth on the last one?  I want to find out how to do that.

Jared’s interjections into the song are hilarious, and so are Will Roland’s facial expressions.  He doesn’t say “Kinky” after “rough” like he does on the recording but I think this b**t is from a preview.

There’s actually a lot of chemistry between Ben, Mike, and Will.  Such a shame they’re not playing real friends.  

When Zoe arrives home before “Requiem” and Cynthia offers her the emails, she says something like “Just because Connor’s not here pounding on my door screaming that he’s going to kill me for no reason doesn’t mean we’re the fucking Brady Bunch.”  And WHAM.  We are immediately reminded of the real Connor, not the one we just saw.  Kind of shaking.

“Requiem” is also gorgeous.  Laura Dreyfuss’s voice is beautiful.  The song is a great exploration of grief (or rather, non-grief).  Go listen to it.  Also, those harmonies.  Holy shit.

“If I Could Tell Her.”  Ben is adorably awkward.  I want to hug him.  I’m not an Evan/Zoe shipper but everything in this song made me think it was kind of cute.  Also, Laura Dreyfuss is one of the most adorable people on this planet.  Protect her.

“Disappear” has a great message, though I feel that “You Will Be Found” is the better song.  Still, nice to see Connor back (or whatever this version of Connor is–a voice in Evan’s head, I guess).

So Evan apparently knows how to tie a tie?  He doesn’t seem like the type who would.

In “You Will Be Found” Evan has index cards but drops them and only starts the song when he starts improvising.  Interesting.

I’m honestly not sure what the message about social media is here.  What is the point?  Is it good?  Bad?  Both?

On to Act II!

Why isn’t “Sincerely, Me (Reprise)” on the soundtrack?  It’s hilarious!  After the “sucking dick for meth” line the light comes up on Jared and he laughs rather evilly.  I love it.

“Dad, are you torturing him?  Evan, is he torturing you?”  I love Zoe.

Larry turns to Evan and says “Women…”  What year are you in, sir, 1955?

I love how “To Break in a Glove” starts with Evan trying to distract Larry from Zoe’s interruption.  

The idea of Connor never using the glove makes me wonder just how bad his relationship with his parents was, especially how young he probably was when it went downhill.  Then again, maybe he just doesn’t like baseball.

Larry’s philosophy of “do the right thing, even when it’s hard” does not take his son into account and reminds me of Ned Stark.

“Only Us” is okay but a little bland.  There’s nothing very interesting about it.

Jared confirming that he is Jewish (”The liquor cabinet hasn’t been opened since Rosh Hashannah 1997″ or something like it) and his Fiddler on the Roof reference (”People want to talk to you now!  That’s a wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!”) made me so happy.  He’s a gay Jewish musical theatre geek and you can’t convince me otherwise.  (This might be out of order, I’m not sure.)

Rachel.  Bay.  Jones.  In the scene where the Murphys offer to pay for Evan’s college tuition.  Her mannerisms and facial expressions are just perfect.  Her constant smiling, grimacing, and cringing are fantastic.

“Good for You.”  Oh gods, this song.  It is ELECTRIC.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard a song this passive-aggressive and sarcastic.  Alana’s lines about how she knows what it feels like to be suicidal and Jared’s “Fuck you, Evan, you asshole!” hit the mark, and that trio is fantastic.  And “Stop it, stop it!  Just let me off!”  And when Evan turns around to see them singing into his face. PERFECT.

Connor appearing to Evan after “Good for You” is really interesting.  He confronts Evan as to why he broke his arm–even the voice in Evan’s head is telling him to confront the truth, even if it is also telling him to continue with the lie.  

The “Words Fail” scene.  My gods.  I think Ben Platt is actually crying.  The way Zoe and Cynthia run past him and Larry just gives him a glare before exiting is beautiful–he’s being abandoned by everyone, and somewhat rightfully so.  And the rest of the song.  Now I’m pretty sure he’s crying.

Evan’s “If you knew what I did, you’d hate me” line (or something like it) to Heidi.  Oh my gods.  This guy is a massive liar and I still want to hug him.

“So Big/So Small.”  Give Rachel Bay Jones a Tony nomination.  And maybe a Tony.  The emotion in her voice towards the end is so raw, and how is Ben not sobbing his eyes out?

I like how Evan and Zoe’s relationship is left hanging–we don’t know if they’re still a couple.  It makes sense to me.  While I do think Zoe wants to continue the relationship, I also think she’s a little cautious about it.

Overall, a wonderful show, but not without its problems in the story and character department.  Sorry for the long post!

‪✦ bts!au; 時をかける少女。toki wo kakeru shōjo / the girl who leapt through time‬

When an unsuspecting college student discovers that he’s gained the ability to “leap” backwards through time, the young Kim Seokjin is ecstatic to find that now he can ace tests without the slightest effort, reverse embarrassing situations, and – most importantly – enjoy his favorite meals however often he wants. But he doesn’t realize how negatively this impacts those around him until things have already neared breaking point. Now Seokjin has to race against time to set both his and his friends’ futures right once more.

Running Home To You [a Barry Allen/Sebastian  Smythe imagine]

a/n: my doc deleted the request… but smutty saturday ayy……… also *sobbing while listening to the song* first of all, how DARE you Grant; my heart is wEAK

“Why am I here? I want to sleep, Y/N.” Sebastian grumbles, crossing his arms over his oversized gray and red Dalton hoodie. All that you can do is shrug. You honestly don’t know why Barry wanted the two of you in the living room. Sebastian sighs, swaying his hips as he enters the room, stopping abruptly. “Why are you here?” he sneers, squinting at Barry, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

Biting your lip, you grab Sebastian’s hand, chunky gray sweater sleeves at your knuckles. “Seb…” you whisper, shaking your head. Staring at the speedster, you breathe back a sigh. “What, um, what are you…” you trail off, unsure about what you’re even asking. The three of you…are in a rocky spot right now; mainly Sebastian is angry at Barry. It’s a long story.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Barry pulls iPhone from his tan jacket pocket, placing it on the table next to him. “I want to show…tell, you guys something.” he says awkwardly, watching his boyfriend roll his eyes. “Just…please listen?” he begs, voice full of hope.

You squeeze Sebastian’s lanky hand, sitting down on the couch with him. He huffs, crossing his legs, black short shorts stopping just above his mid thigh. Barry sucks in a breath before tapping on the screen. “Can’t say how the days will unfold… Can’t change what the future may hold.” he sings, smiling sadly at the two of you. “But I want you in it, every hour, every minute…

Nibbling on your lip, you peak at Sebastian with watery eyes. The Warbler has his set and glazed eyes that focus on your boyfriend. “This world can race by far too fast… Hard to see while its all flying past,” Barry hums, voice going slightly higher, walking towards the two of you, hands in his pockets. “But it’s clear now… When you’re standing here now… I am meant to be, wherever you are next to me.

A small broken laugh escapes your mouth when Barry cups your cheek in his hand, doing the same to Sebastian. Sebastian sniffles, blinking back tears, brown locks dangling in his eyes. “All I wanna do is come running home to you, come running home to you…” Barry grins, water in his bright green eyes. “And all my life, I promise to, keep running home to you… keep running home, home to you…” he sings, shaking his head, thumb brushing your cheeks.

That’s when Sebastian breaks. Ugly sobs pop out of him and he covers his mouth with his sweatshirt sleeve, knowing he’s going to make you cry too. And you do; holding onto Barry’s wrist while he continues. “And I could see it, right from the start, right from the start!” he belts out, peering at Sebastian. “That you would be my, light in the dark, light in the dark…You gave me no other choice, but to love you…” he cries, tears dripping off his cheeks.

At this point, your eyes are bloodshot and the music can barely be heard over Sebastian loud sobs. Barry swallows, grinning at both of you. “All I wanna do is come running home to you, come running home to you… And all my life, I promise to,” he pushes Sebastian’s hair from his puffy eyes. “Keep running home to you… keep running home, home to you…” he muses, rubbing noses with you.

You cry out, squeezing both of their hands. A shy smile creeps on the speedster’s face. “Can’t say how the days will unfold,  can’t change what the future may hold.” he puts his hand in his pocket as the Warbler sucks in a shaky breath, sobbing harder. “But I want you in it, every hour, every minute…” he finishes the song, plucking a tiny box from his pocket. Barry stares at you two with teary mossy green eyes.

“N-no, you-you can’t- pr-opose” Sebastian says through sobs, voice muffled by his sweatshirt sleeve. “I l-look like shit now….”

“I do too…” you sniffle, drying your eyes.

Barry shakes his head, kissing you then Sebastian, getting down on one knee. “No, you look beautiful. You two always look beautiful… “ he compliments softly, “Y/N Y/L/N, Sebastian Smythe,” he starts, popping the top of the box off. Inside is two rings, one is a simple gold band and the other is silver with a small diamond. “Will you marry me?”

You nod your head, tears running down your cheek. “Yes! Yes!” you laugh, kissing him sweetly before he puts the diamond ring on your finger.

Smiling widely, Barry turns to his boyfriend. Sebastian blinks, sniffling as he fixes his growing hair behind his ear. “Bas?” he asks hopefully, furrowing his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, the Warbler grabs Barry’s neck, forcing him into a kiss. “Of course.” he breathes, letting the gold band slide on his long finger. He turns to you, pressing his lips to yours. “Now I’ll be your gay husband.” he giggles.

You're Poor and He Doesn't Know

“Hey, Y/n, do you mind closing up for me?” Britney asked, hanging her apron on the rack.
“Guess not” I mumbled, collecting the money from the cash register with half opened eyes.
I’ve been working since 8 am, after dropping off my siblings to school. My breaks have only been consisting of taking care of my siblings; my sleeping schedual barely existant.
Ever since my dad had passed away and my mother leaving us, I’ve been working three full time jobs and taking the classes I’m able to afford.
On top of that, I have to pay for the babysitter. She’s like a second mother to them. She’s always there whenever I’m not, and although I’m working more than being home, my siblings know I’m helping them.
I’d never leave them alone.
I’m surprised I’ve been able to make a stable living. Although my house is small with only three bedrooms, I can’t complain. I have enough money to put food and water on our table, and give all three of them an effective education.
Sighing, I placed the money where my manager had directed me to. Rubbing the tired tears away from my eyes, I shifted my gaze to my watch.
10:30 pm. Maybe I’ll be able to get the first good nights sleep within the last week.
Placing my apron on the rack, I turned off all the lights before quickly exiting the diner.
As I was locking the door, my phone began to ring. Sighing, I slid my phone out of my pocket.
“Hello?” I answered, not having any intention on seeing who it was.
“Hello my love” I heard my boyfriend, Harry, say on the other side of the phone.
If one thing could really make me happy after a rough day, it was him.
“Hi Harry. Why you callin’?” I yawned, walking across the street.
“I miss you. Do you want to stay over tonight? We can watch American Horror Story. I found a website where they have season three!” He said enthusiastically.
I giggled, shaking my head at how adorable he is. He always gets excited over the tiny things in life. Phone calls like this make me miss him.
“I can’t, Harry.” I frowned, “I just got out of work. I’m walking home now. The babysitter can’t stay the night.”
“Oh.” Harry whispered.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I miss him so much. During times like these, all I want is for him to hold me and sing me to sleep.
“Maybe I can come ov—nevermind. Nevermind. I’m sorry I asked.”
“It’s okay.” I whispered.
“I just really miss you, that’s all.”
“I miss you so much.” I cried softly, a single tear falling from my eye, “so much.”
The line went quiet, his breathing the only evidence he was still there. I closed my eyes lightly, frowning at how distant this relationship was becoming.
I should tell him how bad it really was, being this poor. I never wanted him to pitty me, especially since he had a wealthy amount of money. I don’t want him to see me differently.
“I’ll come over tomorrow, yeah? Maybe around 12? I’ll ask for a longer break.”
“It’s okay, Y/n, if you can’t. But I’d love to.”
I smiled, walking up to my driveway while grabbing my house keys.
“I love you.” I said, shoving my keys into the key hole.
“Love you more.” He said, before ending the call.
Slipping my phone in my pocket, I pushed open my door, greeted by the babysitter reading an old book that once stood on my bookshelf.
“Thank you so much for watching them all day. It means everything.” I smiled, tearing her gaze away from the book.
Ashley smiled, placing her hand up as a signal for me to stop.
“You don’t have to thank me. If anything, I should thank you. You do so much for these kids, you know? At only eighteen you’re really doing everything you can. It’s inspiring, really. To see someone give up everything for their family. Makes me want to be like you when I’m a mother.”
Tears started to pile in my eyes. To know that all my hard work isn’t going unnoticed makes me feel so relieved. It reminds me why I do all of this in the first place. My family.
“That means so much to me.” I sobbed, quickly wipping away my stray tears.
I shook my head, smiling up at her while letting out a small giggle.
“I’m sorry. You can head home. Just—thank you so much.”
Leaning foward, Ashley gave me a tight hug, rubbing my back as soft as she could.
“You’re amazing. Stay that way, okay? Have a good night.”
“You too.” I smiled, giving my last wave before she walked out the door.
I sighed, heading into my room. I took off my work clothes, immediately replacing them with yoga pants and one of Harry’s t-shirts that I had stolen from him.
Making my way into the bathroom, I had noticed something was wrong. I heard gagging, loud choking sounds coming from the other side of the door.
With panic, I quickly swung open the door. Dylan, my youngest sibling, was hunged over the toilet. Vomit was erupting out of him, his loud sobs raking through his body he was near hysteria.
“Oh my poor Dylan.” I whispered.
Kneeling next to him, I started to slowly rub his sweat-covered back. He was shaking, his entire body pale as he went limb into my body.
“Oh my Dyl. My lovely Dyl.”
I swept his long hair off of his sweaty forehead, placing a small kiss right on his temple.
While rocking him back and forth, I had realized that I wouldn’t be getting my sleep tonight.
It was selfish of me, to think about myself in this situation. But this is what exhastian does to you. It makes you want rest, and anything that gets in the way makes you selfish.
“Dylan, are you able to sleep?” I asked, hoping, praying that he was able to.
“No. I don’t feel good.” He sobbed.
“Dylan, why don’t we go to my bedroom and get some sl—”
“No, sissy, no. I need to stay here. If I go over there I’ll throw up all over the floor. We have to stay here.”
My tears started to fall rapidly down my cheeks. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take care of him like this, so weak and tired. I wish I could take care of him all night, but I know I won’t be able to. Not when I’m like this.
“God. Oh God.” I whispered, reaching my hand up to my eyes.
I need help. I know I need help. There was no way I’m going to be able to do this alone.
Grabbing my phone from the floor, I was doing the one thing I should have done a long time ago.
Going through my contacts, I clicked Harry’s name. The more time passed, the more I got emotional. How have I done this to myself?
“Harry.” I sobbed, rubbing Dylan’s arm up and down in attempt to calm the both of us down.
“Y/n, Y/n, darling. What’s wrong?”
My cries were only getting louder. I’m so tired, so mentally and physically tired. I’m so scared, scared for my brother. I’m every emotion that was enough to kill a person, and I’m at my breaking point.
“I need your help. I really need your help.”
“Oh my God. Okay. Where are you?”
I heard his car keys jiggle on the other line, and I’m so thankful that he’s up at this time.
“I’m at my house, Harry. Please, I need you.”
“I’ll help you, you just have to tell me what your adress is, Y/n. This is the only way I can help you.”
“53 Livingston Street. I can’t answer th—the door so please just come in. Please.” I whispered.
“I’m leaving now. I’ll be right there. Do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“Good. You’re alright. Just breathe. You’re okay. Let me go so that I can drive, alright? I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Hanging up the phone, I pulled Dylan more against me, rocking the both of us back and forth. I tried to settle my crying down for him, so that he wouldn’t think I’m like this because of him. He had done nothing wrong. This was my fault.
When minutes started to feel like hours, Harry stormed into my house. He looked panicked. Eyes wide and body out of control. I think it made him oblivious to the way my house looks.
“Y/n?! Y/n?!” Harry screamed.
“Harry” I whimpered, reaching my arm toward him.
He turned around to my voice, his body relaxing, letting out a sigh of relief.
“My poor baby.” He frowned.
Once he reached me, he planted a light kiss on my lips. Nothing too hard, nothing too soft.
“What’s wrong, my angel?”
My bottim lip quivered, my eyes shutting tightly as a loud sob escaped my throat.
“I—I’m so tired. I’ve been working 14 to 20 hours everyday, I never get sleep, I have classes. I have to take care of my siblings. I’m just so tired, Harry. I just want sleep and you and to rest. For one day, I just want a break.”
“Oh darl—”
“And now Dylan is sick, and I don’t know what to do. I’m going to panic over the tiniest things. I’m going to have to help him but I’m just so tired.”
My head fell into his chest, my exhausted tears seeping through his shirt. He didn’t seem to mind, for he kept rubbing my back in circular motions.
I felt Dylan place his warm hand on my cheek, rubbing his palm upon my skin. Looking down at him, I saw him frowning at me. His puppy dog eyes filled with tears.
“I’m sorry, sissy. Don’t be mad at me.”
A small smile formed on my lips.
“I could never be mad at you, baby boy. You’re my life. I care for you more than for me, even though sometimes it doesn’t seem like it.”
Staring down at him for too long, I felt my body begin to fall foward. My eyes were close to closing on me, my body becoming weaker by the second.
Harry’s hand stopped me before I fell on top of Dylan.
“Alright, that’s it. Let me take you to bed, I’ll take care of Dylan here and put him to bed, alright?” Harry asked, lifting me up onto him.
“No, Y/n. This is crossing the line. Dylan, do you think you can stay here while I put your sister to bed?”
He nodded, his pale body pushing off of mine.
Harry sighed, lifting me up bridal style. I cuddled into him, my cheek laying perfectly on his chest.
My body was placed onto my stiff matress, a blanket being wrapped around me like a cacoon. I hadn’t been this comfortable for as long as I could remember.
I heard Harry mumble something, but my body was crashing down. I was on the edge of passing out. My body feeling as if it wasn’t real.
Before I knew it, Harry had entered my room. I heard his shirt and pants hitting the floor before he made his way over to my bed.
His body cuddled into mine. His arms wrapped around me where his fingers hooked together at the end of my back. He sighed, kissing my forehead before tangling our legs together.
“You should have told me.” He whispered, “I would have helped.”
I shook my head, eyes still closed and I burried my face in his shoulder.
“I know” I mumbled, “‘m sorry.”
“It’s okay baby. It’s okay.”
His cold fingers lifted up my shirt, his freezing tips dancing along the dimples.
“Sleep, my darling. Tomorrow will be just you and me, okay? No work for you. You need to rest.”
“But I need the mone—”
“One day won’t hurt you. I promise, alright?”
His lips met with the skin behind my ear, his soft voice lulling me into a deep sleep.
“Hm?” He hummed.
A lazy smile formed on my lips, grazing them along his neck.
“I’m in love with you.” I mumbled, before I was off with my dreams.

Preference #10 - You Have Anxiety / Panic Attack (Niall)

Request: (1/1) imagine (each boy) where you have sever anxiety but don’t let it show around the boys. However, when you’re out the paparazzi get obnoxious and crowds you (a trigger of yours) and you become anxious. (2/2) Soon they grab you to try to stop you and hurt you (another trigger). Your boy gets mad at them for doing that but then sees you in a panic attack. He doesn’t know what to do because you haven’t told him about your anxiety.

Warnings: Panic Attacks, Mild self harming (Digging nails into skin), mild violence (Being grabbed), rude paparazzi 

A/N: This one got super long again…sorry !! Hope you don’t mind
Gif not mine

I was sitting between Niall and Harry, one of my arms draped over my stomach as I laughed while my free hand was clasped tightly with Niall’s, his thumb tracing patterns over the top of my skin. It was the first night off the boys had had in at least three weeks and all of them were more than keen to celebrate it, starting off with dinner and a few drinks.

The restaurant was slowly emptying out around us, the families and older couples long gone by now, leaving only the few that were sitting at the bar and us. Louis had almost finished up with his story when the waitress walked up to our table, the bill in one of her hands and an apologetic expression on her face.
“I just thought I should tell you,” She murmured quietly. “There’s a few paps outside and we don’t have a back door.”
She left the bill on the edge of the table while Liam looked out the window and sighed, shaking his head.
“I guess we should get going then,” He announced. “Before anymore show up.”
The other guys nodded their heads, grumbling a bit under their breaths while standing up.

I bit my lip as I followed suit, my hands shaking as I reached for my coat. No matter how hard I tried the paparazzi always made me anxious, the way they shoved cameras in your face while screaming out questions you hadn’t a hope in answering. To be completely honest I was terrified, my heart rate already steadily picking up. I just hoped it wasn’t obvious in my expression, hoping that none of the boys - especially Niall - would notice.
They had to deal with this so often, they had to get used to people wanting their attention every minute or every day and if I wanted to remain a part of Niall’s life I’d just have to get used to it. Facing my fears and all that.

“You alright babe?” Niall asked, breaking my thought process.
“Yeah,” I answered quickly, plastering on a fake smile.
Niall smiled back and nodded his head, shrugging on his own jacket before taking hold of my hand again, tugging me towards the door behind Harry.

I caught a glimpse of outside through the windows and felt my stomach churn, my eyes catching at least six people standing directly outside the door, conversing with each other. Balling my free hand into a fist by my side I took a deep breath. You can do this, it won’t be that bad, there’s only six of them. No big deal y/n, if Niall can do it than so can you.
As soon as Louis opened the front door there was chaos, the few men standing closest immediately firing out questions about what we were up to that night. I shied away as the camera flashed started, the bright lights hurting my eyes in the dark.

Each of the boys nodded politely at all their questions, generally not answering them as they tried to walk away as fast as possible. I was still behind Niall but I could feel myself lagging behind, my breathing getting a little shorter as my chest tightened. Deep breaths, just focus on something, anything!

I yelped out in surprise as another hand closed around my wrist, ripping my hand from Niall’s and spinning me around; my bottom lip immediately starting to quiver as I came face to face with the man that had grabbed me.
“What’s a matter y/n?” He sneered. “Got nothing to say to us tonight?”
I shook my head, feeling myself begin to panic.

“You’re hurting me please,” I begged, trying to pull myself free, however he only tugged at me harder.
“Come on!” He urged. “You have to have something for me.”
I shook my head again, the tears clouding over my eyes.

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Cafe/Coffee Shop AU References: 1

I work part-time at a Japanese grocery/convenience store/cafe. And this shit is never dull. Just thought I’d throw out some of my average work-days for reference for fanfic writers. Tagging @pickleandthequeen, @blackshucksighted, and @nuke-em-high and @ssspacedandy. Just in case you nerds might have need of this. 

Day 1: Fucking worst first day ever

- The miso soup machine went rogue during the night. One tiny piece broke, causing the machine to flood the entire establishment in 2″ high water. So much shit is broken because of it. We can’t open the restaurant/kitchen AT ALL–which is the main money maker. Spent 3 hours with the entire day’s worth of staff trying pretty vainly to get the water outside. 

Tons of angry people from both places next door keep coming in and demanding to know what’s happened, because the water leaked through the walls and into their places as well. I keep on being like ‘fuck if I know, this is my first morning here.’ 

Rice cooker catches fire mid morning. 

The entire place has to be scrubbed down, and we have to pry off / drill holes into like every structure so mold doesn’t grow and kill us. 

Last Week:

Some jerkoff didn’t do ANY kitchen prep the evening before. I’m the first one in for early kitchen shift. I spend the morning lugging 50 lbs of rice around, because there is NO RICE in the rice tub and we’re a fucking Japanese restaurant. We’re out of pork for tonkotsu. There is no tempura flower or panko in the kitchen. I spent time hauling that out. No veggies have been prepped AT ALL. So I spend the next hour slicing green onion and sobbing wildly, because I have to slice two boxes worth (We go through these things like oxygen, and each box is about 2 cubic feet). My eyes burn forever. 

No lettuce either. By now, he head kitchen employee has arrived, and she has to make the bento boxes while I furiously try to do 2 days worth of prep. 

Gotta shred 5 cabbages, two giant bags of lettuce, wash and peel 30 potatoes, and grind daikon into a paste with my bare grabbers. 

When I find out who didn’t do prep, I will have their head. 

We have several problem customers who want items that haven’t been on the menu for some time, and they get really mad for a variety of rather odd reasons. 

Kitchen closes for a few hours after lunch and before dinner, so we can get stuff done for the dinner rush. People persist in coming in and trying to place orders during this time, and get really mad when we don’t make exceptions. 

Woman comes in and wants to know if she can feed (deathly allergic to onions) her son onions if they are fried. We don’t fry onions? Also, if your child is allergic, maybe don’t ask us that? See a doctor? 

Having wrecked the hell out of my hand earlier in the week, I keep finding blood in my glove. It’s leaking out of my two layers of band-aids. OOPS. 

Little youngin baby co-worker keeps trying to hog all the easy jobs and order around people with no damn reason. She just wants to keep the easy work. 

And then some douche-bag who’s probably been on Reddit for too long picked a fight with a young father after kicking his kid. Called him some nonsense like a ‘back seat beta male’ for like fifteen minutes before Dad Guy got fed up and decked him. MRA Dude was out from one punch, and making a ton of outrageous claims while laying on the floor, bleeding. 

He was such a dick that the EMTs told him to shut up multiple times. Couldn’t clean the store and close on time because we couldn’t disturb the blood evidence. 

Some lady wants to come in and eat 40 minutes after the kitchen is closed, 10 minutes after the store is closed, and can’t take the cops and blood all over the place as a hint. Got mad at me when I told her we couldn’t let her in. 

“Marinette!”she blurted out, making him look at her with confusion behind the half-lidded eyes.”My name is Marinette.”

“Marinette.”he caressed her face gently, while he whispered her name as if it was the greatest treasure in the whole world.

Helpp @taulun @marinette-buginette you’re both killing me with your mermaid!au *sobs*

Let’s pretend these are ketchup stains and everything will be perfect ;-;


Originally posted by lethargicmin

•[summary] you wake up from your evening nap only to find that someone has you captive. Bound by ropes and a blind fold you’re helplessly strapped to a chair in an unfamiliar place. What does your captor have in store for you?

•[word count] 3,664

•[content; warning] Rough smut, dirty talk, dominance, profanity, orgasm denial and daddy kink….All that good stuff that’s sending me straight to hell. 

•[featuring] You x Hoseok


My eyelids struggled to open against the tightness of the cloth that shielded my vision. Everything was black and nothing was familiar in this world of crepuscule. When I tried to pull off my apparent blindfold my actions were blocked—arms yanked back into their original state as they strained against the bristled fibers of what seemed to be rope. Panic set in and I began thrashing against my restrains. I was aware that my legs were also tied. When I tried to yell for help my sounds were muffled. Screaming at the top of my lungs for rescue proved to be much too tiring because the cloth between my teeth and the tightness of the strap on my cheeks prevented me from being heard. 

I sobbed as the realization set in that I was being held hostage. I struggled in my seat; the hard chair was cold and heavy. There was nothing else I could do but wait for my torture from whoever was holding me captive. I continued to cry for help; the cloth in my mouth became unbearable due to how much saliva had built up and soaked into it making it a heavy ball of my own secretions. 

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Hello, lovely admin(s?), how are you today? <3 May I request Bokuaka mpreg where Akaashi is in complicated health issues during his pregnancy? His health keep dropping day after day, and when he’s finally into labor, after long hours, there’s still no baby no matter how hard Akaashi tried. He passed out due to unbearable exhausting pain. The doctor said to Bokuto that he need to choose, Akaashi or the baby, because he can’t save them both. The choice is your(s), admin, thank you very much <3 <3 

are you a sadist anon?? because this was the hardest thing ive ever had to write :’( however it was still kinda fun XD and i hope you like it nonetheless

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