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Phases of the Heart

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while and I’ve just been thinking about it, trying to come up with how I wanted to write it, and I hope it makes sense. It’s basically just little blurbs of how Shawn would react to the different phases of Y/N as a person. I feel like ( at least for me) everyone has different sides to them, and I thought it would be cute to write about how a person ( Shawn ) falls in love with each and every different aspect of another person ( Y/N ). A lot of the phases are just basic emotions so yeah. I think I may do a part 2 to this if you guys like it.

Phase 1; Happy

Everyone has their own definition of happiness. Shawn had plenty of his own definitions. Being on stage of course was a big deal, that made him happy. There were plenty of things that made him feel good, but there were also plenty of things that made him sad. But something that he did know, was that Y/N made him happy. Seeing her happiness, is what made him feel the best. Like whenever he made her laugh, her eyes would get so small it looked like they were closed, and she got this little dimple below her lower lip if she was smiling big enough. Her laugh itself, was so contagious. She always tried her hardest not to laugh out loud, she hated her laugh. But he loved it. It was loud, and a little high pitched.

“High pitched enough to annoy someone!” is what she always said, but Shawn was never annoyed. He wished he could always be laughing with her. It was one of the best feelings in the entire world, to laugh with someone you love.

“I can’t breathe!” Shawn remembered her saying one night they spent together after one of his shows, and they sat on the floor of his dressing room, talking about something Geoff did that was apparently hilarious to her. She was laughing so hard, there were tears rolling down her cheeks, and she was rocking back and forth, holding her stomach. Shawn didn’t even think it was that funny, but seeing Y/N in a state like this, made him laugh. So that’s what they did. They just laughed until they ran out of breath, and once they stopped, she was still smiling, looking at Shawn. He remembered this moment vividly because, this was when he knew he loved her. During this time, everything clicked, it all made sense. Her energy was connecting with his, and the world was perfect. Everything was okay, and they both felt complete. Pure happiness. And he smiled so much that by the end of the night, his jaw hurt.

Phase 2; Focused

“What are you doing?” He remembers asking her this, one morning at some hotel. She was sitting on the balcony, with a little brush in her right hand, and a mirror in her left. “Makeup.” She said, her eyebrows squishing together, creating a crease on her forehead. And whenever she was focusing really hard on something, she’d bite her bottom lip. Sometimes she’d even chew it until she tasted blood. Shawn loved watching her focus, he thought it was adorable. He would even make fun of her sometimes, and call her out on making a “concentrate face” as he called it.

“Busy with something?” He said to her once, as she concentrated on a game she was playing on her phone. Her lip was red from chewing it, and her eyes were squinted.

“What makes you think I’m busy?” She’d said not looking away from her game. “You’re making that concentrate face!” He laughed simply. She just shook her head and continued to play. Shawn didn’t want to take her focus away, so he watched her play and each time she got a higher score on that silly game, he’d kiss the side of her head.

Phase 3; Sad

Shawn hated watching her cry, and he hated having to see her ever be sad. This was another reason he knew he loved her so much, because whenever she was sad, he did everything in his power to change that. And all he ever wanted was to see Y/N smile. He had many memories of her crying so hard she couldn’t even speak. It was always hard for Y/N to explain what her feelings were, but crying always made it harder.

“She…I, I had t-to go.” Shawn had a flashback to when Y/N and her best friend/ roommate got into a huge fight, and Y/N had such a hard time explaining to Shawn that she had to leave her apartment because of how bad the argument was. Of course Shawn let her stay with him. And that night, he held onto her so tight, doing his best to calm her. He made her food, and tea, and cuddled her until she wasn’t crying anymore. There was even a point in this time, where he thought about calling her roommate, to try and make things okay, but Y/N only told him not to, and that this mess was hers to clean up. For the rest of that night Shawn rubbed her back, and whispered several I love you’s until she fell asleep with her mouth open.

Phase 4; Angry

Y/N was the type of person to break things when she got angry. She’d throw dishes while yelling, or chuck a pillow at Shawn whenever she was upset with him. She even had gotten bruises from punching the wall, or kicking the door. She wasn’t a violent person, she just hated having to hold in her anger for too long. Shawn understood. Shawn remembers one night Y/N and him got into a heated argument about some disagreement they had. He barely remembers what it was about, but he does remember how Y/N acted.

“YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP DO YOU?” She interrupted Shawn, and yelled at the top of her lungs, her face was bright red and her eyes were glossy. Whenever she was this angry, she’d try not to cry by clenching her teeth and looking down, or walking away from him. Soon enough, she grabbed a mug on the counter filled with tea, and threw it across the room. It hill the wall, breaking into pieces, tea spilling everywhere. Shawn remembers getting angry at her for doing that, but he didn’t have the energy to yell at her the way she had yelled at him.

“You wanna break things now?” Shawn walked over to the coffee table in the living room of her apartment, and picked up the vase that sat in the middle of the table. It was old and empty so he figured she wouldn’t care. Hopefully her roommate wouldn’t care either, when she got back from shopping. Shawn hated that him and Y/N both were always having to clean up after arguments and lie to Y/N’s roommate, and hide the fact that they just threw tantrums. He did this often, whenever Y/N broke something he’d break something back, but he was always careful of what he broke so he didn’t make her even more angry. So he threw the vase in the same direction of the mug she broke and it shattered, falling to the floor with the mug.

“Fuck you YN”

“You wish Shawn.” Y/N rolled her eyes and walked straight out the door. This moment was strange for Shawn because he was incredibly upset with her, and he wanted to yell to the sky asking why she had to act the way she did sometimes. But when she said that snarky comment and walked out, moving her ponytail back and forth as she walked, Shawn was crazily in love with her. He was in love with the fire inside her, and he was in love with the way she acted like a queen, like she deserved better all the time. She was a queen, and she did deserve the absolute best. And so, Shawn being taken over by his emotions, followed Y/N out the door and chased her down until they worked out that argument, and ended it with apologies and a kiss.

The Immortals- Part 22- The Lie

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Words: 4245

This is a “re-writing” of Imagine Meeting the Originals.

Summary: Elijah finds out his mother is trying to kill him and his siblings.

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

I am so sorry this took so long. I didn’t even get to the end of the episode. I wrote all night and it’s over 6AM now and I’m so sorry for the many mistakes I’m sure I made.

I really hope you like it. I’m going to bed now XD

Please, tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated!

Enjoy ;)

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Okay someone asked for me to redo the one about RFA in love with MC but they’re in a relationship with someone that treats her badly but I accidentally deleted the ask, but here it is anyway! Sorry for the mixup lol :)
I’m gonna make this one a little angsty-ish but also kinda funny? Idk really I’m making this up as I go
(p.s. sorry for not posting in a while, I’ve been sick the past few days :(( I feel better now though!!)


Yoosung
- it didn’t take him very long to fall for you
- but when he did
- oh boy
- he was like a little puppy, always super excited when you were online
- and then one day when it was casually slipped out that you had a s/o
- YOOSUNG WAS HEART BROKEN
- he didn’t say anything of course cause this boy’s got 0 courage to admit his feelings
- but he was so sad and mad and confused
- he supported your relationship and all but then again if something were to happen he wouldn’t be against it
- one day you, Yoosung, and your s/o went to eat somewhere (probably like this pizza planet kinda place cause you know gaming)
- and when he got up to get napkins while he was walking back he heard them yelling at you about getting the wrong drink
- when they started calling you names and saying you’re worthless tHAT WAS IT
- Yoosung bURST and flipped his sugar plum fairy noodles
- when your s/o left, Yoosung was sUPER protective
- “You’re not hurt right?? Sorry I didn’t get there sooner! I was so worried and they were yelling and I’m so sorry and-”
- “It’s okay Yoosung,” you said with a smile, “Thank you!”
Zen
- this boy is so protective of you
- the second he saw them he was like “if they do anything tell me okay?? all men are beasts (if the s/o is male)!!”
- you assured him it wasn’t like that but he still kept an eye on you
- you know in the movies where on a date the dad or the friends will sit down at another booth and like hide behind the menu??
- that’s what Zen does
- but when he finds out about the relationship, it takes everything in him to not go ape shi…itake mushrooms on them right then and there
- he had a little threatening friendly chat with them, and who would’ve guessed they broke up with you the day after!! hahaha what a coincidence ;)))
- and guess who’s also there to be the shoulder for you to cry on that’s right mr. prince charming over here saving the day ;))))))
Jaehee
- she wouldn’t admit romantic feelings yet
- but she’d definitely be a protective friend that looks out for you
- you would talk to her about your relationship but never include the bad parts
- she never butted in because she thought you were so happy with it
- until one day when you and her were going on a little coffee friend date she saw them sitting at one of the other tables and staring at you while mouthing words that Jaehee did not like
- bAEHEE WENT JUDO ON THEM IN 2 SECONDS THERE WAS NO WAY THEY COULD GET AWAY WITH SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT
- “I can’t believe they said those things to you! How childish. Are you okay?”
- “Yes. Thank you, Jaehee”
- that s/o was sUPer surprised at them judo skills and they never saw them again
Jumin
- oh no
- he’s mad that you have a s/o already
- really mad
- I mean he’s happy that you’re happy but he’s mad at his emotions
- but of course he doesn’t express that
- but one day at one of the RFA parties that you invited your s/o to, he overhears a conversation that he was not aboutta ignore
- he heard them yelling at you and insulting you so superman Jumin went into action
- he didn’t rethink his decision for one second he got them out of there and out of your life in .635172 seconds
- he volunteered to get them into jail but you refused as it would just make it worse
- but they still didn’t get off easily
- so many threats

Seven/Saeyoung
- he knew from the start it was a bad idea to fall for you because he’s dangerous ohhoho
- but he also knew it was bad since you were already in a pretty serious relationship
- so he didn’t bother showing his feelings cause it would be bad for the both of you
- but let’s just say he kinda sneaked a peak into the CCTV while your s/o was there to kinda spy on you
- it wasn’t anything too interesting at first, you guys were just lying on the couch
- but then they yelled at you even when you weren’t doing anything
- ohhhh no.
- Seven was over there in like 3 seconds to confront them and tell them to leave immediately
- “seven were you spying on us?”
- “mayyyybeeeeee ;)))) Defender of Justice 707 needs to protect his MC from harm!”
- “thank you, Defender of Justice” and with a simple peck on the cheek from you, Seven was a happy, melted puddle of goo
- oh, and their computer was totally not overloaded with viruses and their bank accounts were definitely not hacked idk what you’re talking about
Saeran
- while your naive-ness was the reason why he chose you in the beginning
- he doesn’t like it now
- falling for you and then finding out you’re in a relationship was bad enough
- but discovering your s/o was treating you badly?? nuh-uh
- it took everything in him not to run over to this person’s house and beat the living daylights out of them
- but seeing how happy you were around them made him resist the urge
- until one day when Saeran found them yelling at you and he burst
- there was no holding back this boy he was on them in .163826 seconds
- it took one shot and they were down with Saeran up and ready comforting you
- you were fine and used to their outbursts, but had to admit this may have been the worst
- and even though you didn’t like the violence, you were glad Saeran was there to protect you
V (im so sorry i couldn’t think of how a happy ending would work jejamwnwkwlkwns)
- you were in love with someone else
- that was okay
- the feelings he had were silly and unrealistic anyway
- he doesn’t deserve his love to be returned
- and that was okay with him
- as long as you are happy, he’s happy
- and when he finds out you are happy but you’re being abused
- that you love even though they don’t treat you well
- he understands
- he knows how it feels to love even when you shouldn’t and helps you to get out of the situation
- he helps you see the truth even when blinded by love
- he helps you fix it and recover
- and although he guides you, he lets you make your own decisions
- his love doesn’t matter, only your happiness
- because if you’re happy, he’s happy


Done! Sorry if this is bad, I didn’t know what I was doing for most of it haha but I hope you like it!

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

What We Deserve [Final]

prompt: First off, I just wanted to say how much I love your writing. Especially Death Wish XD I kind of just have a basic idea for a drabble request. What if, when Steve found Bucky in Bucharest, Bucky was with someone in his apartment? Like, he was out at the market being all domestic and when Steve breaks in the reader is there making coffee or something. I just think that has the potential to be really cute/fluffy/angsty all at the same time <3

requested by: @reedsreadsreviews

warnings: swearing (probably), a teensy bit of angst, hopefully enough fluffiness to knock your socks off

length: 2,778 words

a/n: the final part! thank you all for reading. hopefully you all consider this to be a happy ending (admittedly, i’m not very good at them xD)


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Originally posted by teapotsandroses

“You have got to relax,” Tony told you for about the seventh time in the past hour. You’d think he’d get the message by now that no, you were not going to relax. There was no way you could relax.

You thought that maybe once that dumb cell phone rang, that you would start to feel better. Obviously it meant that Bucky was interested in seeing you – in at least talking to you again. You wanted to give him your side of the story, even if he probably already knew most of it from watching those videos. You had waited anxiously as Tony talked with Steve, the two of them having a casual discussion. It drove you nuts. But eventually they decided on a place to meet, where Steve and the rest of his crew wouldn’t attract too much attention since they were still on the run. Tony said he knew the perfect place.

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Breaking Up (pt 2. V, fluff)

Originally posted by wonkuhn

I got so much positive feedback from the first part of this fic, I DECIDED TO MAKE A HAPPY ENDING!!!!! I cannot sleep (was up all night watching Chanyeol on Dating Alone…again…) There’s only going to be 2 part’s to this fic, part 1 HERE. If you want part 1 to just be the end of this then ok… I just thought this should have a part 2…

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Taehyung’s POV

Taehyung paced the room, looking down at his cellphone every five minutes. The other members looked up at him with concerned expressions, trying to get him to sit down. He wouldn’t listen, feeling as if he were about to explode.

Why in the hell did he think it would be better if you’d broken up? He didn’t know himself, and he couldn’t place a finger on it. While it was true he was lonely away from you, breaking up was a cliff he was just waiting to fall off of. Taehyung had no idea why he’d done this to himself, or you.

“Just go to her place and apologize, I’m sure (Y/N)ah would understand.” Jin clasped onto the back of Taehyung’s shirt, but he just quickly shuffled away from his hyung.

“I can’t do that. Leave me alone.” Taehyung snapped, walking towards his room. He had no privacy, ever. Taehyung shared a room with not only Jimin, but Hoseok as well. For however many years he’d lived in the dorm with the 6 other boys, he’d never once cared about his privacy, because they truly were brothers to him. They’d walked around the house naked, they shared porn with each other, and even texted girls pretending to be the other person for each other.

He couldn’t lock the door, one of the many downfalls of sharing a room with two others. If Taehyung were to lock the others out of their own room, they’d bang on the door until he opened it. That, or they’d just end up taking the door off the hinges out of anger.

Still, he dramatically slammed the door shut, letting everyone know he didn’t want to be disturbed. Taehyung was going crazy, wanting only to see you and call you and tell you he definitely couldn’t forget you. It’d only been two weeks, and he’d never felt this terrible. If it meant you two could be in a relationship, he’d definitely endure being away from you even for a year. Just skyping, or snapchatting, or calling would be enough for him. It always had been until a few weeks ago.

Hoseok came crashing through the door, flashing his phone to Taehyung before holding it up to his ear.

“You better not start crying in the middle of my call.” He teased, practically jumping onto his bed, which was coincidentally beside Taehyung’s. Taehyung pouted unhappily, getting up from his bed and walking out of the room. He picked up his jacket, shoving his wallet into the pocket before sliding it on his shoulders.

Taehyung went right to the door, and Jin was close on his heels.

“Where are you going? When will you be home?”

“I’m going to talk to her, I won’t be home tonight if I’m lucky.”

Your POV

It was 2 AM, and you were jolted awake from your half conscious state by loud banging on the door. You’d fallen asleep on the sofa to tacky drama rerun’s on a free channel. Again.

Once Taehyung had broken up with you, you thought you were doing to die. Because you hadn’t actually died, you weren’t sure wrther or not it was a good thing or a bad one. You weren’t too disappointed that you didn’t actually die from heart break, but everything happens for a reason.

You’d just thrown yourself into your work, ignoring all of civilization. It was dramatic, but you just weren’t up to anything besides working non stop. Taehyung had tried to talk you into eating full meals, but it never happened. You were so busy, so you either weren’t hungry because you fell asleep in between your shifts, or you just ordered take out and fell asleep in the middle of eating it.

The knocking didn’t stop, and a slurred voice began to half shout on the other side of your door.

“(Y/N)ah, stop being so stubborn! I’m drunk and ready to talk.”

…Taehyung? You picked up your phone, dialing the first number you thought of. Yoongi just barely picked up the phone, his voice groggy and angry on the other line.

“What do you want so late?”

“Oppa, I think he’s outside my apartment yelling…drunk.” You’re voice was barely a whisper, but you knew Yoongi had heard it by the sound of him grunting as he got out of bed.

“Let him inside, try and sober him up.” Yoongi instructed, and you did. Even if you couldn’t say Taehyung’s name, Yoongi still seemed to know. You opened the door, stopping right in your track’s as you saw him. How could such a mess look so utterly perfect? He was drunk, that’s for sure, but you didn’t know why he was at your house.

He held your gaze just as you did to him, and you didn’t even realize Yoongi was saying things into the phone as you snapped back to reality. Taehyung was quick, even stumbling down drunk.

He came inside, snatching the phone out of your hand and putting it up to his ear. In a panic, you closed the door, keeping it unlocked in case Yoongi would show up.

“Yoongi hyung, I’m talking to (Y/N) so don’t bother us, okay?” He didn’t even wait for an answer, he just chucked your phone aside on the messy sofa where you’d just been sleeping. Taehyung didn’t even hang up the phone, Yoongi would definitely be listening, still.

“Ta- stop. Sit down, I’ll get you some water, okay?” You still couldn’t bring yourself to say his name. It hurt. Taehyung didn’t notice what you said, he was looking right into your eyes.

“I didn’t throw away the pictures like I said I would. I still have your number, I still have all the stuff you gave me.” He came closer to you, cupping your cheeks with both hands. 

His eyes looked past you, towards something behind you. “Neither did you? You still have all those pictures?” He pointed to your bookshelf, where you kept all the pictures of you and Taehyung together.

You hadn’t deleted his number, you hadn’t gotten rid of anything, either. You kept it all, because you were too afraid that if you threw everything away it would actually be over. He couldn’t know, though. Taehyung was hurting, and it was all your fault. Don’t make it worse for him.

“I…I must have forgotten those pictures.”

“How could you forget those when you stare at them everyday? I’m drunk, not stupid.” He let go of you, going back to see your phone. He was going to check if his number was still there, and you couldn’t let him.

“Don’t touch my phone.” You snapped, trying your hardest to be firm with him. It was too late, Taehyung was scrolling through your phone and even if you attempted to struggle it was nothing against him.

“You do! It even has the heart. You didn’t throw anything away, did you?”

You definitely wanted to tell him everything. You wanted him to hold you tightly in his arms, and to tell him you were in love with him. The only thing holding you back was his pain. It hurt you beyond belief that you’d hurt him that much. Instead, you didn’t reply to him.

“It sucks worse than I thought being away from you…I hate it. The thought of us breaking up makes me feel so bad. I hate it, I hate it so much! I lied, I don’t want you to find another guy. Don’t find someone better than me, okay? I’ll never forgive you.”

“Stop. You’re drunk.” Your voice broke painfully, and all you could do was stare at his chest to keep yourself from crying. Taehyung came closer, so you turned your body away from him.

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I don’t mean what I’m saying.”

He wrapped his arms around you, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. Taehyung’s breath was so warm, it made your skin tingle.

“You have no idea what you’re saying.” You stuttered, trying to blink away the tears.

“I do, and you’d probably believe me if you asked everyone that lives with me.” He held you tighter, giving no sign of letting go. How could he be like this?

“Have you been eating enough?” His voice was lowered, and you didn’t reply. Taehyung was shaking, his hands barely able to hold you.

“Let’s just make up, already. Did you know I cried everyday for a week? I’m a baby, I cant…I can’t get over you. I won’t get over you. I want to be with you even if I go away for a month.”

“That’s why we broke up!” You exploded, turning around and taking both of his wrists into your hands. He looked shocked, staring at you with wide eyes. 

“We broke up because you were hurting, why would I agree to be with you when you’re just going to keep hurting?”

“That’s just it (Y/N), it’s worse breaking up than just being away from you for awhile.”

“Trust me, I know as well as you it’s so much worse.”  You choked, and his lip began to quiver. Taehyung pulled away from your grip, shaking his head back and forth.

“I can’t believe I did this, I take it all back. Please, please, please. We’ll never break up again, I promise. I am ready for a relationship, only with you.” He turned around, and you knew he’d begun crying.

You loved him, so much. There was no way you couldn’t be with him, it just wasn’t possible. This time, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, burying your face into his back.

“Okay.” You replied, feeling him place a hand on top of yours.

He let go of your hand, turning around only to cup your cheeks tightly and kiss your forehead. You pushed Taehyung onto the couch, sitting in his lap and hugging him tightly.

You heard a noise, coming from your phone. Looking from Taehyung to the phone, he prodded you to pick it up. Picking it up, you held it up to your ear.

“Does this mean I shouldn’t come over?” It was Yoongi, mumbling tiredly into the phone. Shocked, you mouthed ‘It’s Yoongi’ to Taehyung.

“Yeah, don’t come over. Sorry…”

He didn’t even reply. Yoongi hung up the phone, leaving you and Taehyung alone. Once again, Taehyung tossed your phone aside, hugging you tightly against him.

“Let’s not break up.” Taehyung must have repeated that so many times. Every time he’d said that, you would nod into his shoulder, kissing his neck.

Look’s like you weren’t over for real. You were so glad.

okay, but the two rules of the DGM fandom lbh
  • Rule 1: Ship whatever the fuck you want, they are just characters in a book that we enjoy and we should have fun. DGM is sad enough already.
  • Rule 2: If you insult people or make them feel bad for what they like or what they dislike about the series. Fuck off please.
Every Scar// Im Jaebum

Originally posted by got7kings

Pairing:Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Sad/Fluff/Suggestive/

Summary:@imsarabum said:
Hello beautiful ~ can I request a Jaebum soft fluff, maybe a little suggestive - where the reader used to be really overweight and she lost all her weight but she’s left with stretch marks and she also has some scars here and there too. She wishes she had a different body and she’s a little insecure and scared to show him. I love you so much jellybaby 💕💕💕

Author’s Note:

Trigger warning: Talks of suicide attempts are in this scenario. If you don’t feel comfortable with reading such things, please don’t read this scenario.

xoxo Sara


In your hand, you held a picture of who you once were. The girl who got teased for everything she did, everything she stood for, because she was overweight. The nonstop teasing and hurt by your peers really took a toll on you in your past, causing you to eat out your feelings with takeaway pizza or the next bag of chips in the cupboard. The words that they would say hurt you so much, you thought that there was no other option but to move away. You never thought you would be at the point in life you are now, because you told yourself you didn’t want to live anymore, that you wouldn’t even make it to your thirties because you were so set on leaving this awful world, and you had scars to show each time you attempted to take your life. You would look in the mirror and you’d feel sick, because you hated what you would see. The chubby girl who everyone hated, which caused her to hate herself even more than she already did.

You became so overweight, it almost caused health problems. You had been put on a diet, while working out more than you have ever worked out before, because your mom feared for the wellbeing of her precious daughter and did not want to see anything happen to you. And now, a couple of years later, all of the weight is gone, and you look like a different person, but the scars of the old you still remained.

There were certain parts of your body that you didn’t mind showing off. Your tummy, for instance, was one part of you that you were very proud of, as it was a main place that harbored all of the weight, and now that it was gone it made you feel good. the bottoms of your legs, sure, as they were nice and your calves were strong from all of the workout dance routines you did, and they were always nice and soft.

But, there were some parts you would never show, you would never allow people to see. Though you lost your weight, you still weren’t where you wanted to be. Your thighs were a bit bigger than all of your friends, but that’s because they’re very strong and they’re toned. You do often wear shorts out, but they aren’t short enough to show the wounds you once inflicted on yourself. High waisted shorts were what filled your closet, as they covered your hips; a primal source of the scars and the stretch marks that marked who you once were.

You looked at the picture you held, thankful that you had ended up losing the weight, because now you have so much energy. But , you still weren’t confident with your body. You barely show off any skin when you’re around others.

And your boyfriend noticed this.

You had been dating Jaebum for about eight months, and they were a lovely eight months that you spent with him. You met him at a dance studio, one you managed to find and were able to rent out a room in for a fairly cheep price. You had bumped into each other at the vending machines, and the slightly awkward “sorry’s” and “no no, you go first’s” made Jaebum wonder why he had never seen you there before. And since that day, he went to that dance studio constantly in hopes to see the shy girl with the bright smile and wide eyes.

You two truly hit it off, once you two actually started talking, and Jaebum could feel himself falling harder and harder for you each day. The way you laughed and smiled, your dark sense of humor which paralleled his; but you seemed to always keep everything about yourself hidden, and it intrigued him. It made him want to find out more about you, to learn every aspect of yourself that you didn’t want to show to the other boys.

And once you two had fully started to date, he did just that; almost. He uncovered your true personality, how you were shy most times but you were also quite cheeky; how you enjoyed a good book and enjoyed lighting candles as the aromas calmed you down after a long day. He found out your passion for cooking, while also finding out your passion for singing as he walked into your apartment to find you singing out the words to a song he had never heard of, but the sounds coming from your mouth were enough to make him smile.

But, he never found out everything. Not until today. You were always weary of showing Jaebum your scars, afraid that he may see them and laugh or worse; he may leave you, because he doesn’t want someone who was as broken as you were. And the thought of losing Jaebum terrified you beyond belief. Because ever since you two met, he had become one of your main sources of happiness. He wasn’t afraid to show you everything he had to offer, but you were always hesitant to show you the most dark and sensitive parts of yourself.

You had bad days, but today, you were feeling particularly bad about yourself. Though you had lost so much weight, you still tried to continuously exercise, as that is the only way to maintain your weight, but you have been slacking, and it made you gain 2 kgs. And to you, those 2 kgs mattered, as it brought you out of your happy zone, your comfort zone, and it took away the very little amount of self confidence you had.

You looked at the picture in your hand, a picture that you had taken just before you started to lose weight, before looking back at the mirror that hung on your wall. You sighed; your mind playing tricks on you, as it often did when you felt like this. Your mind made you see your former self in the mirror, standing there , barely being able to fit your whole body in as you were so close to it, and it made you sick. You threw the picture down, pressing your palms into your eyes as you felt tears sting through, crouching down laying your head between your legs.

You had been ignoring everyone all day, and that included Jaebum. Jaebum knew you had bad days, but you would always talk to him about it, even if it was for just a little while. But the fact that you were ignoring him scared him beyond belief; to the point where he wasn’t able to focus at practice. And the boys understood when Jaebum rushed out of the practice room with his bag in his hand, his worry evident in his face as he slammed the door shut. They knew how much Jaebum truly loved and cared for you, and they weren’t about to stop him from rushing to your apartment to make sure that you were okay.

You kept the lights off in your room; the only light shining in from the cracks of the shades that covered your windows. But that small amount of light was enough to allow you to see the body that you hated, that you worked so hard to be in but now you can’t stand looking at it. You were crying into your hands, your sobs filling your ears, making you unable to hear the sound of your front door opening. Jaebum knew where you kept the spare key, as he has made many late-night trips to your apartment, whether it be because your apartment is closer to the studio he practices at and he was too tired to walk home, or because it was late and the thoughts of you next to him weren’t enough to make him fall asleep, so he needed to go and hold the real thing.

Unlocking your door and shutting it behind him, he noticed how the whole place looked as if it were untouched since he was last there the night before; the blankets that he left on the couch after he decided to leave still there, the smell of the takeaway Chinese food still evident in the air.

“Jagi…?” He called out slightly, setting his things down as he slid off his shoes, his eyes wandering over every inch of the apartment that he could see. He walked through the livingroom, folding the blankets he had left the previous night and throwing out the food containers, before making his way down the hall. He had noticed that your bedroom door was shut, but every other door in the hallway was open.

Slowly pressing his hand to the doorknob and giving it a light turn, he opened the door to see you on the floor, cradling your head in your hands.

“(Y/N),” He said softly, making your head snap up as you quickly wiped away your tears. Standing up and backing away from him, not wanting him to see you in such a fragile and weak state, you bit your lip.

“J-Jaebum-oppa, what are you do-“

Before you could finish, Jaebum stretched out his long arms and brought you into his chest, somewhere you feel the safest whenever he’s around, as his big broad body easily protects you from the outside world. He squeezed one arm around your waist as the other laid at the back of your head, pressing your face into where he knew you felt most as home.

You could feel yourself breaking, you could feel your walls coming down, and though you would usually try and stop it, shimmying away from his grasp, you felt yourself become weak as your arms wrapped around him, the tears seemingly uncontainable as you sobbed softly into his chest. You realized now, that Jaebum was one of the few people who constantly tried to open you up, and he was relentless in trying to get you to show yourself to him, no matter how many times you pushed him away. But now, you couldn’t push him anymore. He was there, and he was halfway through the gates of the castle walls you had built to protect yourself. You just had to let him in.

He let you cry, not stopping you to say anything. He just held you as you let out your sobs, his hands gripping your body closer and closer to him until there was absolutely no space in between you two. Once he had felt your crying cease, he helped you towards the bed, setting you down before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He got up slowly, making his way to the light switch when he saw the photo you had kept hidden from him. Lunging to try and grab it before he could see, your attempts failed as he was quick enough to grab it and hold it to his chest.

Peaking at the photo, he could recognize that it was you, although your face wasn’t in the picture. If there was one small detail Jaebum loved about you, it was your hands; the small but warm hands that were always much cuter in comparison to his as they intertwined your fingers together or ran themselves through his hair while he laid on your chest.

“Jagi, is this you?” he asked softly, taking your hand as you felt yourself become dizzy. You were proud of your weight loss, and you would express it to him and the others, but you have never showed him a picture of yourself before-hand. You sat down on the bed, rubbing your neck as you sniffled.

“Why didn’t you show me this before?” He asked, sitting next to you as he kissed your knuckles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor as you sniffled.

“I was scared you’d leave me after seeing how big I was.”

Jaebum felt his heart sink; the thought of ever leaving you never crossing his mind, not even once. He knew that whatever you did, he would always love you, and he never ever wanted to give you up.

“(Y/N), I would still love you, even if you were 200 kgs. You told me you lost the weight because it was a safety concern…” he looked at you softly, searching your face as you nodded, “And i’m so proud of you for losing the weight in the way that you did. You look absolutely incredible, Jagi. But please, know that the reason I love you, isn’t because of your body. It’s because of the person you are inside. You are so incredible, you’re so nice and down to earth, so selfless and gentle… and i’m so lucky to have you, I truly am.”

Though you felt your heart flutter, your shook your head softly at his words, “I have some demons in my past, Jaebum. Some that I’ve never told anyone about.. because the ones that know, left me because of them. Even after the promised they never would. Which is why I can’t trust people, I can’t trust anyone. People would come into my life, they would come in and gain my trust, just so they could break me down even further. And I just can’t take it anymore.” You felt yourself shiver as you shook your head, “I hate myself. I hate who i once was, and I hate my body now. I’m so filled with… hatred towards myself.”

Jaebum’s heart broke at your words. To think that the woman that he fell in love with, the one who came and broke through his dark and rough exterior to find the gentle heart that laid beneath it, hates herself so much, absolutely hurt him inside. He shook his head slightly, sniffling, not looking at you. “Where?”

You looked at him slightly, a confused look on your face, “Where what?”

“Tell me, where you hate yourself. What part of you makes you hate yourself.”

You looked down at your feet, sighing as you ran your hands through your hair, “I have.. a lot of scars that i’ve never shown to you, Jaebum. They make me hate myself whenever I look at them, and I never ever wanted to show you them, because you’ll never look at me the same way.”

“Jagiya, where are they?” he asked sternly, taking your hand softly and giving it another gentle squeeze. You took in a deep breath, shaking your head, “they’re near my hips and my thighs mainly.”

Jaebum stood slowly, helping you up as well before he dropped to his knees. You looked at him slightly, unsure of what he was doing, before he rested his hands in the waistband of your leggings. Pulling them down slowly, you felt your heart race and your cheeks heat up. You gripped where his hands were to make them stay in place.

“Jaebum, no, please…”

“(Y/N), listen to me okay? There is nothing in this world that could make me leave you. There’s no part of you that i could ever hate or even dislike. I love every inch of you, inside and out, and I can promise you that after I see what you’ve been hiding, I’ll still feel the same way.” Sticking our his pinky, he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, “Pinky Swear.”

Reaching down hesitantly, you wrapped your pink around his, while simultaneously letting go of your leggings. He pulled them down slowly, revealing every hideous scar and stretch mark that littered across your skin. Though the scars were faded, they were still there, and the mere sight of them made you want to cry.

“You know what I love about you, Jagiya..?” Jaebum asked softly as he came face to face with your scars, running his fingers along them. He pressed a gentle kiss to one that laid on the tip of your thigh, “You’re so sweet and kind to everyone you meet. It’s like, you have no hate for anyone in the world, even though so many people have done so many wrong things to you.”

You looked at him as he held your thighs in his hands, pressing another kiss to your body, to a stretch mark that laid on your waist, “and I love that you always take care of my bandmates, even when i’m not around. I love that you can still be good friends with them, and you can be close with them even though i’m not there.”

You sniffled, your heart swelling as he began to kiss every scar and stretch mark that he came across, while telling you one thing that he loves about you, in attempts to replace the bad stories behind each scar with a new, sweet story.

“I love that you steal my sweaters when i’m not there, and you think that I don’t notice,” he said, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth as you unknowingly smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“And i love that you don’t care about how I act or what I say, I love that you love me for who I am and for all that I am inside, rather than for my fame. I love that you don’t just love JB from GOT7, but that you love Im Jaebum, and that you took the time to peel back each of my layers. And now, it’s my turn to do that for you.”

Making his way up your hips with kisses, he slowly pulled your legging back up. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him by your side. You smiled as he pressed his hand to your cheek, wiping away your last tear with his thumb before he pressed his lips to yours, his arms engulfing you yet again in another tight and loving hug.

Pulling away slowly, he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes boring into yours as he spoke, “Jagiya, I could never hate you. Never ever. I love you more than I love anything else, and I would give up everything that I have just to make you happy. Even though we’ve been dating for eight months, you still manage to make me nervous with just a smile, you make my heart flutter when you laugh, you make me realize how truly lucky I am to have you, and there is nothing in this world, no scar nor stretch mark, there’s no demon you have that could make me shy away from you. Because every angel has demons that try to take away their glow. But i won’t let them, because you’re my angel sent down to love me, and I’m going to love you so much, that the demons won’t be able to touch you. Okay?”

Sniffling, you leaned your head in Jaebum’s neck, pressing a soft kiss against his skin. You knew you didn’t have to shield yourself anymore, that your castle walls that were shielding you, not only welcomed him in, but he’s become  apart of them. He’s become your protection, your strength, and your will to move forward, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Okay.”

Soulless Mate Part 6

Summary: Sam and the reader were a happy couple until Sam lost his soul. Now the reader can’t stand to be around him, which Soulless!Sam doesn’t seem to mind until he starts having these ‘feelings’ that go beyond attraction.

Word Count: 4,526

Warnings: Sickness

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

When you first wake up, it all seems like a bad dream. Sam didn’t lose his soul and you two are as happy as can be. That thought lasts for about two or three seconds as you turn over and look at the empty space beside you. God. Did you really sleep with him? Yes. Did you really have to? No, of course not. But you missed his touch so much that you were willing to do anything to get it. And it felt good. So good. But it wasn’t only his touch you craved. It was his validation, his reassurance that you are the only one he wants. Now and forever. It may sound pathetic but it’s true.

The thing is, as much as you tried to picture it was Sam with a soul you were doing all those sinful things with, it didn’t work. Not at all. It felt like a one night stand. And sex with Sam, Sam with a soul, never felt like a one night stand. After being intimate, there was a promise of cuddles and sweet kisses. And most importantly, those three words would be said. Those three special words.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Sam asks, bringing you back to the immediate situation as he curiously eyes you from the door.

You sit up and move to the edge of the bed before you try to wrap the bed comforter around your naked body. “No,” After you’re satisfied with your makeshift dress, you stand up. “I’m not okay.” You start to walk but slip on a piece of fabric beneath your feet and clumsily fall to the floor. As you try to get up without revealing yourself, you feel a pair of hands on you. You know it’s Sam trying to help you get up, which makes everything worse. “No! Get away from me.” You effectively yank yourself out of his arms and back on the floor with strands of hair in your mouth. You spit out the hair and sit up again.

“Whoa. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this afternoon.” He backs away with his hand up in surrender. “What’s going on, crazy?”

Once you’re up and sure that you’re not going to fall again, you answer him. “I’m not crazy.” You tighten your grip on the sheets keeping you modest. “This, you,” You gesture to the bed and him with a free hand. “Was a mistake.”

Sam looks confused. “Wait, I don’t get it. Did you not have fun last night?”

“Yes,” Your eyes dart from the bed back to him. “Yes, I did. But you’re not here.” You say.

“I’m right in front of you, Y/N.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Yeah, physically, but not mentally. You’re not Sam.” You look into his eyes, hoping you’ll find something that’ll tell you different but you come up with nothing. He’s not there. Stop trying to find him. He’s gone. “You’re just a vessel.” You finish, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry?” He offers with a shrug.

You shake your head. “No. I’m sorry for thinking I could go back to feeling connected to you.” Your eyes start to get misty and you swallow the knot in your throat. “It’s not going to happen. Not without your soul.” You move towards the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Sam steps aside and you rush out of his room just before a couple of tears leave your eyes and make their way down your cheeks.

Just as you’re about to approach your room, you bump into Dean. “Y/N?” He takes in your tears, the ‘love’ bites all over your chest, and the blanket around your body. “You didn’t.”

You nod, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “I did.” He takes you inside your room, closing the door behind him before pulling you into his arms “I-I’m sorry, I know y-you told me not to.” You sob into his chest.

“Shhhh. It’s okay.” He rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. “I’m not angry.”

“I-I should have k-known. I-I’m s-so stupid.” You berate yourself.

“You’re not stupid. Your mind knew.” He lets out a sad sigh. “It’s your heart that didn’t get the memo.”

You continue to sob as Dean holds you tight.

*
That was almost three weeks ago. After your night with Sam, you’ve changed. Everyone’s noticed. It’s the first thing Bobby noticed when he got back to from his hunting trip. You only know this because you’ve hear he and Dean talking about it when they think you’re out of earshot. Sure, you’ve been quiet and very tired lately, but that doesn’t mean anything. Although, you will admit that you’ve been off your game when it comes to hunts. Your reaction times are slower and you’re unfocused most of the time, which leads to careless mistakes and several close calls with death. Because of this, Dean’s asked you to sit out the next few hunts. You’re not offended. In fact, you’re actually a bit happy. A break from hunting might be doing you some good. You’re better at home, researching and helping out the boys from home. Yeah, you guess you’re a bit off but what did everyone expect? Did they not think the whole soulless situation would eventually take its toll on you? Well if they did think that before, they certainly don’t think it now.

“ACHOO!” You’re knocked out of your thoughts when you hear a sneeze followed by a loud crash and a thud. You jump out of your seat and run into the hallway to see Dean lying facedown on the ground with one of Bobby’s prized possessions right next to him. He lifts up his head to see you. “Well, this is embarrassing. How’s the weather up there?” He jokes. You shake your head but chuckle, picking up Bobby’s statue and putting it back in its place before helping Dean up.

As you and Dean leave the dimly lit hallway, you notice that Dean doesn’t look like himself. He actually looks a bit sickly. His entire face seems to be devoid of color, except his nose which is a harsh shade of red. The darkened bags under his eyes tell you that he hasn’t been sleeping very well. “God, my whole body aches.” He says before he lets out a cough.

“Let me feel your head.” You place your hand on his forehead and can clearly feel the heat radiating from it. “Give me a second.” You run to the kitchen, open up one of Bobby’s ‘medicine’ drawers and pull out a thermometer. You run back out and take the cap off it. “Open your mouth.”

“Seriously?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

He rolls his eyes but does what you say. “Under your tongue.” You state before you stick the metallic end of the thermometer in his mouth. You wait a few seconds before it beeps. You check the temperature.

“One hundred and one degrees. Dean, I think you might have the flu.” You say as you bring your hand back down by your side.

“Nah, I’m good.” He sniffles.

You cock an eyebrow. “Really? Because you have all the symptoms. You have a fever, a cough, a runny nose, and muscle aches.” You point out.

“I can’t be sick. I’m going on a hunt with Sam in twenty min-ACHOO!” The sudden sneeze catches Dean off guard and he stumbles a couple feet back, which makes you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.” You say, still laughing.

“But-”

“No.”

“What about-”

“No.”

“They-”

“Dean,” You say, your tone stern. “You’re not going anywhere. Now,” You walk over to the couch and pick up the blanket that was draped over the arm of it. “Come sit down.”

Dean follows your instructions, though he grumbles the entire way, and sits on the couch. You place the blanket over him, making sure it covers his entire body before
you pick up the remote on the coffee table and change the channel to Cartoon Network.

“Really, Tom and Jerry? What am I, five?” He complains.

You roll your eyes at his response. “You love cartoons, Dean.” Your eyes flicker to the screen when they’re playing you a preview of the next show. “Besides, Batman’s on next.” You chuckle at the way his eyes light up at the sound of his favorite childhood superhero.

“You just relax and I’ll make you some soup, okay?” You’re about to leave the room when Dean says your name. “Yeah?”

He looks at you sheepishly. “Can I have crackers with my soup?”

You smile. “Soup and crackers coming right up.” You say before you leave the room and enter the kitchen. As you grab a pot and a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup from the cupboard, you hear a familiar voice.

“What’s going on with Dean?”

You wait until you’ve dumped the contents in the can into the pot and turned the stove on before you answer. “He has the flu.”

“The flu? Not just a regular cold?”

“It’s not just a cold when your temperature is over a hundred degrees.”

“Yikes.”

“Exactly. I don’t even know how he got up from bed.”

“It’s Dean.” Bobby says as he walks into the kitchen. “The plague couldn’t kill him even if it tried.”

You chuckle and stir the soup. “Morning, Bobby.”

“Morning, kiddo. Morning, Sam.” He nods at the other man in the room before he goes to make his first cup of coffee for the day.

“Morning, Bobby. Wait, so does this mean I’m going on the hunt by myself?” Sam asks, which makes you turn around and face him.

“You’re not allowed to go on hunts alone, remember? It’s one of the rules Dean set for you.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Really? Come on. I’m not a child.”

“But you are a loose cannon.” Bobby reminds him as he waits for the coffee machine to finish grinding the beans. His gaze then lands on you. “I’ll go with the big lug.”

“You sure? You just got back. Don’t you want to rest?” You ask.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Besides, someone needs to watch him.”

You laugh but nod. “Okay.”

“Alright. It’s settled then. Let’s go, old man.” Sam says hurriedly.

“Boy if you don’t want me to knock you upside your head, you better hold your horses.” Sam gives Bobby the infamous bitch face as you try to hold back your laughter. It’s nice seeing Sam get knocked down a couple of pegs. “We’ll go when I finish my coffee.”

Sam looks over to you with an incredulous look on his face and you shrug. “What the old man says, goes.”

*
The next week is spent tending to Dean’s needs. You get his medicine, make his food, run his baths, and even clean up his vomit. Usually you would never wait hand and good on someone, especially Dean, but It feels good to know that you can still take care of someone else even if it seems like you can’t really take care of yourself. Dean’s a pretty good patient, considering he can be a bit demanding at times. But you know what a diva Dean can be so it doesn’t really surprise you. Sometimes you and Bobby take shifts so you can have a break once in while. Sam thinks the whole thing is funny and pokes fun at Dean whenever he can. You’ll even chuckle along with Sam at times. Despite the whole soulless thing, everything seems to be going okay.

You wake to the sound of your alarm, shutting it off before reluctantly sitting up. You’ve been getting a decent amount of sleep every night so you don’t know why you still feel so tired. As you get up, you feel a bit nauseous. “Oh no.” You mutter to yourself as you sluggishly make your way to the bathroom. As you brush your teeth, you feel the uneasiness in your stomach intensify. You immediately spit out the toothpaste, drop your toothbrush in the sink and run to the toilet. You make it just in time before you start to empty the contents in your stomach. This goes on for a full five minutes before you think you can safely leave the toilet without barfing all over the floor. You wipe the back of your mouth. “Thanks, Dean.” You try brushing your teeth again, hoping that this time you’ll be fine. Thankfully, you are. You’ve just finished putting on some clean pajamas after a hot shower when you hear knocking on your door. You walk over and open the door, surprised to see it’s Sam behind it. “Hi?”

“You alright?” He asks simply.

You’re confused. “Uh, I’m not sure, I mean-”

“Dean get you sick?” He gives you a knowing look.

“How’d you know?”

“I walked past your room and heard you barfing. I thought the right thing to do was tell Bobby and he wanted me to give you this.” He holds up a bottle of Tylenol. “That was the right thing to do, right? I mean, I wouldn’t know-”

You nod your head. “Yes, Sam. It was the right thing to do. Thank you.” You take the bottle of Tylenol and drink two capfuls of the pink liquid before you hand it back to him. “Excuse me.” You step out of the room and close the door behind you. Listening to Sam’s footsteps behind you, you make your way to the living room. There you see Dean sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, watching Batman. You make your way over to him. “Move over.”

Dean shimmies to the left and you gently tug at the blanket. “Can I have some of the blanket?” You ask nicely.

“Why do you want to share the blanket?”

“Because it’s cold and I’m sick.” You state.

“You don’t look sick.”

“I just spent five minutes throwing up. Now gimme.” You tug harder at the blanket and Dean relinquishes his hold on it. “It’s your fault I’m like this anyway.” You grumble as you cover yourself with your share of the blanket. You get comfortable and lean your head on Dean’s shoulder. It only takes you about five or ten minutes to fall fast asleep.

*
When you wake up, you make chicken noodle soup for you and Dean. As the both of you are eating, he suggests a movie marathon which you happily agree to. After about three movies, you two decide it’s enough. And you’re glad because you’ve been needing to pee for the last five minutes but you didn’t want to miss the end of the last movie.

“Dude, that’s like the fifth time you’ve peed today.” Dean points out once you get back from the bathroom.

“I know. I think it’s all the liquids I’ve been drinking today. It sucks to be sick.” You say as you throw yourself on the couch next to him.

“Yeah, but you’ve been peeing like a racehorse for the past week.”

“I guess my bladder’s just not having it this week.” You shrug. “Where are Sam and Bobby?”

“They should be home any minute. They went on a quick hunt. Vengeful ghost. No. Biggie.”

You nod your head and you hear the jiggle of keys before the front door open.

“Perfect timing. I’m starving.” Dean gives you a wide smile and you laugh.

“Dean, are you sure you should be eating junk food? You’re still sick.” You warn him.

“Listen, I’ve been eating soup and crackers all week. I deserve a burger.” He says before Bobby and Sam walk into the room. Dean’s face lights up when Sam pulls out a burger and places it in front of Dean. “You two are a godsend.” His smile gets even bigger when Sam places a super sized soda and fries next to it.

“Don’t come crying to me or Y/N later on when all that food comes up on you.” Bobby tells Dean as he pulls out a soup container and slides it over to you.

“Thanks, Bobby.” You’re about to open it when this god awful smell assaults your nose. You use the back of your hand to cover your nose but the smell still gets through. “Ugh, what the hell is that?” You ask before you pinch your nostrils together.

Bobby and the brothers look at you weirdly. “The burger?” Dean asks mid-bite.

You shake your head. “No, the burger’s fine. I-”

“Is it my tuna wrap?” Sam interrupts and holds out his half covered tuna wrap. You lean forward, releasing your hold on your nose only to be met by the same foul odor as before.

“Oh, God.” You’re quickly overwhelmed with nausea and run to the nearest bathroom, gagging the entire time. As you’re throwing up you hear the guys talking.

“If she wasn’t sick and I didn’t know any better, I would say she’s pregnant.”

“Hilarious, Dean.” You hear Sam respond.

“I think I should go check up on her.” Bobby says, his voice full of concern.

“It’s okay, Bobby. She’s gonna be in there for a while, trust me.”

You don’t hear anything else besides “pregnant”. Honestly, it seems like a crazy and maybe even funny idea but not when you take a closer look at how you and your body’s been behaving. You decide before you jump to any conclusions, you’ll take a second to actually think. Okay, so you’ve been really fatigued lately. That doesn’t exactly scream pregnancy as you’re always tired. But what about the constant peeing? You usually use the bathroom twice a day, three times at the most. And now the vomiting. That’s definitely new. You could try to blame this on the flu but something tells you it’s much more complicated than that. And then there’s the most damning evidence, or lack thereof, of all: Your period. You’ve been so out of it that you didn’t even realize that you haven’t gotten it.

Oh God.

You quickly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, dash to your room, and call on the one person who you think can confirm this. “Castiel?” You say hurriedly as you sit on your bed. “Cas, are you there?” Nothing. Cas, I really need you down here right now. More silence. “Please, Cas. It’s urgent.” You plead. You can feel the panic rising inside of you. “I-I think I might-”

“Y/N?” You twist your body to see the confused looking angel next to your nightstand.

“Castiel.” That’s all you say. Nothing else will come out.

He walks over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, are you alright? I heard your call. What’s going on?”

You stare into those concerned baby blues and you remember what you’re supposed to say. “Cas, are angels able to tell whether a human is pregnant or not?”

He nods slowly. “You’re asking me about you, yes?

You nod reluctantly. “Am I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Castiel takes a seat next to you and takes your hand in his. You don’t notice you’re shaking until both of your hands are in his lap. “Yes, Y/N. You do have a life growing inside you. I knew it the moment I touched you.”

There’s a life growing inside of you. You’re pregnant. Pregnant. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. You and Sam were supposed to get married before you two even thought about children. If you ever had children. Yeah, you and Sam entertained the idea of having children but you were never really sure if it would ever happen because of the lives you two lead. But even with all the craziness going on, you still hoped that one day you would become a mother. And now, that day is here. But everything is all wrong.

“Y/N?”

You clear your throat. “H-How far along am I?”

“If I had to make an educated guess, I would say about a month.” He tells you.

You nod. “Sounds about right. I had sex with Sam a month ago.”

“You’re taking the news quite well considering the father of your unborn child is soulless.

You let out a dry laugh. “Yeah well, I guess I’m tougher than I look.” You shrug.

Castiel gives your hand a gentle squeeze and offers you a small smile. You return he smile but it goes away as quickly as it comes. You’re not sure what you’re going to do. You could keep it but then that would mean giving up the hunting life. But you were never too fond of the hunting life to begin with so you guess it wouldn’t be much of a loss. But you know it’s not as easy as that. How the hell are you supposed to get a job to financially support this child? And let’s not even start on the fact that the child’s father is soulless. The timing of this couldn’t have been worse.

“Are you going to tell Sam and Dean?” He asks, taking you out of your thoughts. “And Bobby, of course.” He adds.

You nod to yourself. “I have to.”

“Would you like me to bring them here or would you want me to escort you to the living room?”

You weigh the options. There’s no point in bringing them to the room. You’re also going to need someone to lean on. “Could you come with me, please?” You ask, suddenly feeling small.

He nods. “Of course. Whatever you need.” He slips his hand out of yours and he stands up. You wait a couple of minutes before you stand alongside him. As you two walk to the door, you grab Castiel’s arm with two hands. At first you see he’s startled but you see that he quickly understands that the sudden touch is due to nervousness. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N.” He says as he opens the door and leads you to the living room. You feel a little better.

“Hey Cas, what are you doing here? And why does Y/N have a vice grip on your arm?” Dean asks, confused as you two enter the room.

“Y/N has something to share with you.” Castiel says once you two stop right of them. You hang your head low. Their gazes all land on you and you feel small again. You wish you could disappear.

“What is it, Y/N?” Bobby asks.

You look at them all with absolute fear in your eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop.

“Excuse me?” You look up at the sound of Sam’s voice and see….wow, he looks annoyed, angry even.

“Pregnant? Like you’re going to have a baby? You guys didn’t…” Dean looks between you and Sam for answers. You shake your head no. Dean lets out a whistle. “Okay then.”

Bobby sighs. “I suspected it but I wasn’t really sure.”

You sigh. “Well, now you know.”

“Are you going to, y'know, have it?” Dean asks with widened eyes. You’re pretty sure that’s what everyone is wondering.

Before you answer, Sam gets up from the chair he’s sitting in. “What!? You’re not actually thinking about keeping that thing, are you? You have to get rid of it.”

Sam’s words feel like a thousand knives going through you at once. You didn’t expect him to be happy about it, him being soulless and all, but you didn’t think he was going to be a complete jerk about it. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You have to get rid of it.” He repeats.

“No, I heard you perfectly fine. What I want to know is what makes you think you can tell me what I can and cannot do with my body?” You ask, your blood boiling. Who the hell does he think he is?

“Are you really thinking about having this baby? I’m soulless for God’s sake! I can’t even love you! What makes you think I could love a child?” He shouts at you.

Wow. That really hurt. Like, really hurt. But you don’t have time to be hurt. You’re on defense mode right now.

“Sam, what makes you think I care about what you think? Again, you don’t get to tell me what to do with MY body! If I want to have this baby, it’s my fucking prerogative!” You yell back.

“I’m not dealing with this. I’m leaving.” You and the others watch Sam as he grabs his jacket off the coat rack, leaving the house and slamming the door behind him. The sound makes you jump and you feel like you want to cry. This is all so, so wrong.

“I’ll go talk some sense into him.” Dean says as he gets up from the couch and follows Sam out the door.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Bobby offers as you stare at the door.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You mutter. If Sam’s going to leave then you guess you’re going to have to start to picture your life without him.

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N, and Sam is not going to leave you.” You look up at Castiel, surprised.

“The fact that you are soul mates won’t let him leave. He is still tied to you, more than ever now that you’re going to have his child. He may not love that child but he will protect it with every fiber of his being.”

“I don’t understand.” You state. You need clarification because what he just said doesn’t make any sense.

“This child will have half of Sam’s chromosomes and half of yours. This child is essentially an extension of you, which is what will keep Sam tied to the offspring. He’s going to be protective over it. It’s his natural born instinct.”

“So he’s not going leave us?” You ask.

“Absolutely not.”

You nod to yourself, relief flooding your body. Even though the guy’s soulless, you still want him by your side. You love him. “That’s good to know. Thanks, Cas.”

He smiles. “It’s no problem.”

It’s at this point that you realize you still have the vice grip on Castiel’s arm and let go. “Sorry about that.”

Castiel shrugs. “I barely felt it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to more pressing matters at the moment.”

“Of course, Cas. Just make sure you check in every once in a while. We miss you down here.” You say genuinely.

A light shade of red tints his cheeks and you’re pretty sure you just made an angel of the lord blush. It’s a cute sight. “I will make sure to do that.” And with that last sentence, Castiel disappears.

Bobby sighs and looks towards the kitchen. “How does coffee sound to you right now? Y'know, since you can’t have whiskey.”

“I’ll have a cup. But it’ll be my last cup for a while. Pregnant women aren’t supposed to have a lot of caffeine.”

Bobby nods. “Well, I better make this cup a good one then.”

“Yeah.”

Something tells you this is going to be a long nine months.

Angels vs. Demons pt. 4

Summary: You are a demon sent to the surface to collect souls, but the angel, Yixing, proves to make it a bit challenging.
Member: Yixing x Reader (appearances by other members and idols)
Type: Angst/drama/ demon!au/ angel!au
Length: 1,495 Words

I am really happy you guys are enjoying this mini-series. I hope you like this chapter as well! <3

-Admin Kat

  [Part 1], [part 2], [part 3]

You walked through the forest happily. Every uncomfortable thought that had passed through your mind last night seemed to vanish completely now. Now that you had one more soul, you felt stronger. You felt surer about who you were as a demon. You could feel the smile starting to spread across your face as you thought about the look on Yixing’s face. He looked so hurt, and annoyed. It made you laugh though. What could be better than annoying an angel?

The sun was beating down on your back as you made your back to the town. You only needed two more souls now. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long. You couldn’t see why this was so hard for other demons to accomplish. Nowadays, people were eager to sell their souls for what they believed they actually needed in life. Beauty, sex, even a miracle. It made you almost giddy thinking about how close you were. If you were allowed on the surface, you could do every and anything that you wanted at all. But is that enough? You asked yourself as you reached the edge of the forest and looked out to the bustling streets.

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iam-artist  asked:

Now that LOK is over, what are your top (feel free to pick any number-ten, five) overall favorite episodes?

I’m not really good with ranking my faves, but I will rank my number one out of all the episodes in the series.

KORRA ALONE

This is the Legend of Korra, but for the longest time it hasn’t been about Korra. Some episodes have focused on Korra too, but there were so many subplots that went along with it. But this time, we see everything in Korra’s eyes and not how people saw her, no other character was the main focus. The portrayal of depression is accurate, this is one thing I deeply appreciate in the show. (As someone who had depression in the past, I relate to this so much)

Some notable points:

1. Korra receiving letters from her friends and though they mean well, It’s hard to be happy for them when things aren’t going good for you. Your life is standing still while it seems like they’ve moved on. (The use of voiceover shows the distance between Korra from her friends)

2. Katara finally having a big role after being shafted in the previous books, I’m glad that she was had a pivotal role of Korra’s healing. She was perfect for it as she has gone through PSTD herself and she knows the pain and pressures of being the Avatar, her patience is also undeniably strong as we’ve seen in ATLA. She uses Aang as the perfect example, not saying things like “Aang suffered too, you know! more than you!” I believe people get receives this kind of statements that are unhelpful to one’s recovery. Rather, she says “Aang suffered, You’re suffering right now. I believe you can get through this just like Aang did” She’s not belittling Korra’s suffering, she also lets Korra shout at her as she understands her frustrations, and she believes in one’s ability to recover by giving her the right motivation. This eventually led to Korra’s first step to recovery. 

3. Its also seen on the episodes after this one, but it portrayed that Recovery isn’t that simple. You can get better but sometimes you fall back to misery no matter how hard you try. Visually, you can see Korra’s physical changes, she’s not as muscular as she was before. I think that sort of defines her in a way because she’s always been the girl who’s in shape but now she was “rusty”. Its really hard to go back to the person you once were when you’re depressed. 

4. The scene where Tenzin visits her and she tries to display to him that she is much stronger (paralleling the first episode) but the effects of her trauma remain. Another is the scene were Korra tries to go back to Republic City but she’s faced by her darker self, it was her trying to convince herself that she was ready but she wasn’t. 

5. Isolation, it’s a common act as there are times you feel the need to be alone and figure out things on your own, no matter how great your support system is. That scene where she wrote a letter to her parents on being fine? I interpret it as something like you don’t want to burden people with your problems or sometimes you don’t feel like you’re needed by anyone at all. Thats why when Korra finally reunited with Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo in The Calling, it was really touching to see the first people who welcomed her with open arms in Republic City when everyone was against her being there, made sense they’re the ones who will bring her back. Korra’s isolated from the people who loves her too long and it made her forget that she is loved by others.

6. Dark!Korra was a cool concept, Depression is truly battling with yourself and most times, it wins. 

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Porcelain Hearts: Part 2

Summary: There was just something about Dean that always made you smile. Whether it was his laugh, his charming grin, or his bright green eyes.. Even just the thought of him never failed to warm your heart. Your feelings towards him were about as cheesy as cheesy could get, but the story between you two wasn’t. Well, not the happy cliché.

Unrequited love was the cliché story you got stuck with, and simply put, it sucked.

Originally posted by estrellasrosascaenenlineas

Notes: y’all are getting this sooner than I thought you would.. You’re also getting it at midnight without a beta, so it’s probably shit, but I mean hey, you get it sooner!

Word Count: 1k+

Song:Axel Flóvent - Your Ghost

Warnings: Some mild language, nothing worse than what they say on the show.

Part One

Your name: submit What is this?

My name is Y/N


The sprint home was nice, besides the sprinting part. You never really were one for running, but the passing by scenery and adreneline stopping you from feeling any pain or exhustion made up for it.

The world blurring in your perifrial vision and the focus you had on the sidewalk ahead of you almost made you feel as if you were suspended in time. It felt like nothing around you was relevent, and you were the only thing that existed in those nerveracking minutes as you raced home. If running was like this all the time, you may have to reconsider your hatred for it. 


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Dishes (Part 2)

Summary: You made a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1329

Warnings: All fluff my dears, cussing

A/N: So, I’ve decided to turn dishes into a 4 part series! Part 3 and 4 will come sooner than part 2 did, since they are already completed/partially written. Happy reading!

Part 1

It must have taken you at least an hour and a half to do these dishes, you thought as you wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. Being extremely hungover, this much exertion of energy was almost fatal. You only had about 4 more glasses left, but you were feeling faint at the thought of completing the task at hand. “Bucky is going to fucking get it,” you thought to yourself. Speak of the devil, the scruffy man came sauntering out of his room as you placed the last clean glass into the cupboard and emptied the sink of the soapy water.

“I see you had no problem cleaning up, Y/N?” he taunted, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

“Eat shit, Barnes.” you grumbled. You were in no mood for his playful antics. You cursed him for being immune to alcohol; lucky bastard.

“Well, at least now you’re a little closer to paying off that debt of yours, darlin’.” he sang casually as he poured himself a glass of water. Your eyebrows shot to your hairline.

“What the hell? You’re telling me that didn’t count or something?” you inquired, the slight pounding in your head becoming more noticeable at the thought of having to do more of the man’s chores. You just couldn’t take it.

“No, it definitely did count.” he stated, stopping to sip his water. “But you really think that doing some dishes is worth $500? You’re not getting off that easily, Y/N.”

“Who the hell do you think you-” you started but you were interrupted by the man stepping closer to you, not stopping until your hips hit the edge of the kitchen sink.

“I think,” he grabbed your chin between his finger and thumb, tipping your head up to meet his eyes. “That you’re someone who owes me a considerable amount of money, and should not be running her mouth with that hanging over her head. So you better be getting ready, because I’m not quite done with you yet.” You were at a loss for words. What the hell could you possibly say, anyway? You racked your brain for something witty and sarcastic, but you were coming up blank.

“Getting ready for what?” you asked, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a glance at his lips as his tongue swiped out to wet them.

“The day, sweetheart. We’ve got stuff to do.” He said, leaning closer to you. You almost reflexively let your eyes flutter shut as he continued closing the distance between you, until you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“And Y/N?” he barely whispered.

“Yes?” He reached his arm around you and placed his empty glass in the sink behind you.

“Don’t forget that one.” he chimed, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he smirked, and waltzed away from you.

That man was a piece of fucking work.

After having a much needed shower, you had regrouped with Bucky and you were both heading into the city. You hid your eyes from the sun with your hand, despite wearing sunglasses. The pounding in your head had since subsided, but you were still feeling a tad queasy. Standing at the bus stop with Bucky, you ducked to hide yourself from the rays behind his towering frame.

“Where are we even going, Barnes?” you inquired, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. Your pillowtop bed was calling for you.

“You’ll see, eventually.” He shot you a side glance as the corners of his mouth tugged up. When the bus arrived you both clambered on, grabbing the rails for stability. “We’re gonna take a little trip down memory lane.”

The bus came to a squealing stop as you got off and looked around, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. All the sights around you were unfamiliar.

“Where are we, Sergeant?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, sweetheart.” He replied cockily as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your head, covering your eyeballs.

Instinct kicking in, you grabbed his flesh wrist and twisted it around his back, earning a grunt of discomfort. One of the older ladies that had been riding the bus with you yelped to herself in surprise and scrambled away from the scene.

“I’m not going to kidnap you, doll. I just want where we’re going to be a surprise.” He said, his teeth clenching at the not-so-nice stretch in his shoulder.

“Shit, i’m sorry Buck.” you released his arm, rubbing his shoulder as to alleviate the pain.

“It’s alright, but i’m still covering your eyes. And no peeking, missy.” he chuckled as he spun you around and continued to block your vision, beginning to lead you through the sea of busy bodies swarming the streets of New York.

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“Are we almost there, James? My feet are starting to lose their feeling.” you moaned. You had been walking probably 20 minutes and you haven’t stopped complaining the entirety of it. You could hear cars whizzing by you, and feel the gust of wind they brought with them.

“Just a few more steps, darlin’.”

Suddenly you were jolted to a stop, turned about 90 degrees, and then the warmth of Bucky’s hands vanished. It took a few blinks to get adjusted to the light, but the blurred lines eventually sharpened and you were greeted with the view of the magnificent Manhattan skyline, glittering in the morning light. You were on the Brooklyn Bridge.

You spun around, almost giving yourself whiplash, and looked at him; only his eyes didn’t meet yours. His head was focused on the view before him, smiling wistfully as his mind was elsewhere. Your mouth opened to say something but you stopped yourself as you relished in his expression of pure dreaminess. He stared for a few more moments, letting out a breath it seemed he was holding. He adjusted his baseball cap before peering down at you.

“So? What do you think?” he asked.

“Of all the years i’ve lived in New York,” you started, turning back to drink in the view. “I’ve never been out here to see this. It’s… breathtaking.” You reached out to wrap your hands around the railing, trying to get an even closer look.

“Yeah, I used to bring all the dames here.” He said, stretching his arms behind his head. You turned, mouth gaping and punched him in the stomach.

“You had to ruin it, shithead.” He let out a laugh that sounded like a symphony and smiled at you.

“I’m just kidding, doll. Steve and I used to come up here and mess around. The view was a lot different back then, but it’s still just as stunning.” He recounted the memory as though it had happened yesterday and your heart clenched. All that time, He and Steve had been robbed of. Yet, they still managed to find each other.

“Do you miss it?” you inquired. He looked at you questioningly. “Do you miss the forties?”

“Well,” he started, looking down towards his feet before leaning his frame against the railing and looking out towards the sea. His chestnut locks blew around him in the breeze. “Things were a lot different back then. Different music, different dancing, different customs; It was like a whole different universe. Sure, there were great things about it, but there is so much to enjoy about being in this time period too.”

“Like what?” You pressed.

“Like the people i’ve met,” He smiled down at you, and you found yourself glancing away trying to stop the redness spreading up your neck. “And the internet - that thing is insane. Great, though.” He shone a toothy smile at you before pushing himself up from the railing.

“Well have you had your fix? Because I’ve got more planned for us, doll.” His eyes shone bright and you tried to keep yourself from smiling as he took you by the hand, leading you both to your next destination.

NEWGIRL PT 4
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“Dare”

“Are you sure?” Cam asked

“Umm yes…?”

We all waited in anticipation for his reply. What he said next shocked me…

He put his hands on my waist and said it

“I dare you to go SKINNYDIP in Jaylees pool”

Everyone’s mouths curled into surprised smiles. They began chanting

“Do it! Do it! Do it!”

I stood up nervously, I had never skinny dipped before and no one outside my family had seen me completely unclothed. I slowly walked out to the back yard with everyone closely following. I turned around.

“Come on you have to”

“Don’t worry” I said grinning “I will”

I decided to make this as fun as possible so I slowly peeled my clothes off. First my shirt and jeans, leaving me in my VS bra and panties. I looked at Cameron.

“Well cam, this is for you”

I unclasped my bra and let my 36B breasts free. All of the boys eyes were glued to my chest, especially Nash and Cam. I smiled looking directly at Nash and slid my panties down, revealing my shaved bikini area. His eyes met mine after he was done looking and he had this look on his face like he wanted to tackle me. His eyes were dark and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. I was satisfied. I smiled, turned to face the dimly lighted pool and I jumped. As I came up everyone cheered. The rush was incredible and I was feeling a little aroused, grinding on Cam had started it and this had caused it to rise.

“Oh hell why not” Amanda yelled and she pulled off her clothes and jumped in as well.

Soon everyone was naked in the pool. It was a little awkward, not gonna lie, but it was fun, and I didn’t feel so exposed once everyone was naked.

“Congrats y/n you finished the challenge!!” Alicia shouted

After we all got out and got dry Alicia Hayes, Johnson, Jaylee, Amanda went to go pick up food. Leaving Gilinsky, Cameron, Nash and I at the house. I went upstairs, with my bag, only wrapped in a bath towel and Nash followed. I walked into the bathroom and dropped the towel to change into my pjs. Nash sat on the bed after putting on shorts and watched me get dressed. I could feel his hot gaze all over me and In that moment I wish I had brought an extra pair of underwear. I slipped my shirt on and faced him, still needing to put my shorts on.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why not?”

I smiled and sighed. Nash gestured for me to sit on his lap so I did, and we laid down on the bed that was in the spare room.

He pressed his lips against mine with energy and kissed back immediately. Our lips moved in sync and it was wonderful. He smiled and bit my bottom lip softly. I smiled and broke the kiss just as Gilinsky came in.

“Woah you guys are getting busy so soon! Did I interrupt anything?”

We both sat up laughing “no you’re good bro” Nash said grinning

I took his arm and we started to walk downstairs, this is gonna be a good night…

We came downstairs to everyone else siting in the living room with a crap ton of food.

“Alright y'all we have some games to play”

I sat down with Nash “What kind of games?” I asked. Johnson smiled and looked down

“Fun games of course!” She answered

I sighed. I can’t focus. I just wanted to go back upstairs and make out with Nash all night. I gazed at him and I was enjoying my view until someone called my name.

“Huh? What?” I looked up and everyone snickered

Nash leaned his head on my shoulder smiling.

“You’re cute” he whispered

I blushed and I could feel the heat rising in my ears. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind at that moment and I felt so high. So happy. I can’t wait to spend the next 2 years with these kids.

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Hey how’d you like part 4? Sorry it was short, I’ve had a busy week the next part will be about the end of the sleep over and probly the last part unless you want more…?

You split up while not knowing you're pregnant with his child (part 2/2)

Louis:

Your child had brought you nothing but happiness in these last five years. You had your little boy, Marcus, and were prepared to do the impossible for him. But no matter how joyful he was, you knew he always wondered about his father. Guilt was an understatement to the feeling that was eating you inside. You always thought of going back. Maybe even explaining to him and apologizing. But you never did have the guts to do it. Until one day your son finally spoke up. “Mommy?” His timid voice rang out while you were watching a movie. Your turned to him and lightly pushed his hair away from his face. “Yes?” He looked as if he was in deep thought, eyebrows knitting together. He looked just like Louis. “Where’s my daddy?” Your son asked with glassy eyes as though he’d wondered about it before. “What?” The word left your lips in a whisper as it took you by surprise. “Where’s daddy? Lilly from school loves to talk about her dad, they play soccer and everything. But I’m the only one that doesn’t have one, doesn’t he like me?” He whispered with years in the bream of his eyes. Feeling the need to step up, you grabbed his shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. Exactly like his father’s. “I’m sure he would love you very much. He just doesn’t know you, if only you could meet him.” When you broke up with Louis, you had only moved an hour away from him, but you had no idea if he still lived in your all residence. Marcus smiled brightly as if he had an idea and your stomach immediately fell. “Can we go visit him? Please mommy, I want to see daddy.” You were about to deny him but you realized that you had no rights to do so. The need for his father was clear in his eyes and neither you not anyone could prevent him from meeting his own flesh and blood. “Alright, sweetie.” He shot up in excitement and grabbed your hand attempting to pull you up. “Come on! We have to go!” Marcus jumped up and down, barely being able to stay still for a few seconds. “You mean now?” Your heart clenched as he nodded his head eagerly and with one last sigh you made your way to your car. The hour of driving went quite fast. Too fast. While your son kept talking and being cheery, you dreaded every single second. What would he say? Would he remember you? Louis was no longer lighthearted, but instead grew up to be a serious man. That’s all you knew about your child’s father. Would he accept Marcus? Before you could question anything else, you arrived to the house that held so many memories, both good and bad. Slowly parking your car, you watched as Marcus got out before the car could even stop fully. A small smile played on your lips at his excitement. He needed this. Every step you took to the door was filled with constant worry. But even as you reached the door you silently wished that Louis still lived here. You felt a small hand wrap around your own, and you looked down to see Marcus smiling up at you. You returned it and knocked on the door. A minute passed and nothing happened. Looking down at your son, his face showed disappointment. You knocked again. Nothing. Finally you knocked one last time, hard and loud, waiting for him to answer. But still nothing happened. Your son looked down and started walking back to the car. You were about to follow along, but then you heard the door unlocking. “Louis?” You asked in pure shock. He certainly looked older and manlier, taller too. His eyes widened and without any warning he pulled you into a hug. After a few seconds you wrapped your arms around him as well. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered as he held you tight. “Louis there’s really no need. I should be the one apologizing for more than one thing…” You drifted off trying to drop a hint, but he kept apologizing. “I was overacting. Right after you left I realized that maybe it was something that you didn’t want to share with me, but I couldn’t do anything about it because you didn’t deserve any more of my intruding. I’m really-” before Louis could say anything else, a small voice spoke up. “Daddy?” You pulled away from the hug as Louis stared at Marcus with a confused expression. They examined each other up and down, both of the looking exactly alike. “Who’s this?” He asked you and you knew this was the moment of truth. “There’s a reason why I started to change. I received some news that I thought would change your life for the worst. I didn’t want that. So I started changing to the point of no return. I guess it worked because only a few weeks later we broke up. I left pregnant that day. This is your son.” Louis stared at you in shock and then back at your son. He kneeled down in front of him and smiled. Marcus returned it, still being a little shy. “What’s your name?” By the tone of Louis’ voice you knew that he was still in shock. “Marcus.” As soon the name left his lips, his little arms wrapped around his dad firmly. Louis returned the embrace without hesitation as your son teared up. “I can’t believe this.” He said happily once he was on his feet again. Marcus rested in his arms, gently lowering his head on Louis’s shoulder. “Yes, it’s pretty unbelievable. You have a son.” You frowned when he started shaking his head making him chuckle at your reaction. Suddenly he was closer to you. Very close. “WE have a son.” He sated satisfied. He kissed your cheek lightly, carefully wrapping you also into his embrace. You smiled to yourself. Maybe this had been worth it, but you wished you would’ve told him sooner. You welcomed the feeling of being wrapped up with your family, cherishing that all of you were finally together.

Liam:

You cried into your pillow at the hurtful words. It was a fresh memory since it had only happened last night. You were staying at your parents house who were thankfully on a trip, which allowed you to use the spare keys to open the door. You felt defeated, sick and most importantly heartbroken. Constant doubts of wether or not you’d be able to deal with it now that Liam wasn’t in the picture. You had gotten so angry at yourself for even thinking of getting rid of your child. That wasn’t going to happen. You would try your hardest for the baby. As you were gaining enough confidence, there was a rapid and urgent knocking on the door. Lifting your head from the bed, you wondered who decided to visit on this unfortunate morning. In mere fear that it’s was one of your family members, you quickly washed your face attempting to erase any evidence of the previous tears. At the end of it, it was worthless, and finally giving up you walked downstairs carefully holding the door’s handle. You inhaled a shaky breath and opened the door, gasping at who stood in front of you. “Baby…” Liam’s red eyes were filled with sadness, no longer glowing. You felt the need to compose yourself but felt like you were going to tear up any minute now. “What do you want, Liam? You’ve made it clear enough that it isn’t me.” Your words weren’t loud at all. You couldn’t bring yourself to scream, instead whispering your sentences. “I’m truly sorry. I was drunk, and I know that doesn’t make up for it. But I didn’t mean anything I said,” he paused and stared down at your stomach, “and when you told me you were pregnant with-” he smiled lightly, “with our child, it was as if nothing else mattered.” Hearing his explanation brought a whole new side of the story. No matter how many times you had told yourself that you wouldn’t forgive him, you loved him too much to do just that. You gladly returned Liam’s smile, and just as he was about to talk again you jumped into his arms successfully surprising him. Once he caught you, your faces were merely inches from each other. “I forgive you.” Liam’s smile was the biggest you’d ever seen, and as he started leaning in you did nothing to stop him. Your lips connected as his hand gently rested on your stomach. Months from then you have broth to a beautiful baby girl, Liam right beside you every step of the way.

Zayn:

As soon as Zayn left, you needed someone for comfort. You didn’t want the news of your pregnancy spreading around too fast, so you decided to call a friend. As you waited for her to arrive, you tried to get yourself together from the crying mess that you had previously been in. Tried being the key word. Every time you wiped a tear, another fell. A doorbell saved you from your thoughts making you run to the door. Opening the door, you were immediately engulfed into a comforting hug. She guided you inside, carefully closing the front door in the process. “Alright, speak up. What did he do?” You both sat on your couch as you shook your head. “I’m pregnant.” You simply blurted out. She looked at you in shock, but immediately recorded and gave you yet another hug. “Congratulations! That’s amazing.” Your friend gave you a big smile of encouragement, and for a moment it made you think that you could do this. “Wait. If that’s all it is then why are you guys fighting?” At her words you couldn’t hold it any longer, so you let it all out while silently crying. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t tell him soon enough, and my crazy hormones took the better of me. Zayn doesn’t even know I’m pregnant.” As tears streamed down your face, she gave you a disapproving look. Suddenly she lifted you off the couch and started dragging you outside. “Listen, I don’t care what happened, but this is no way to celebrate your pregnancy. You need to think about your child from now on, that’ll make all your worries disappear. Now… Lets go shopping.” Your friend smiled down at you as she got in the car and for the first time you returned it. “For what?” You wondered. “Baby clothes of course!” Although you felt better thinking about your child, you knew deep inside that it wasn’t Zayn’s fault that he left. The guilty feeling seemed engraved in your head and wouldn’t get out, even when you arrived at the shopping center. Your friend was filled with excitement, making you visit multiple stores. By the time you lost count, you decided to let her choose the clothes while waiting outside. You were currently pacing, impatiently waiting until she came out, when someone bumped into you. “I’m very sor-” he stopped mid sentence and stared at you unbelievingly. “Zayn?” You asked still in shock. “I found the cutest little shirt.” Your friend walked out with multiple bags in her hand, but stopped when she saw Zayn. He eyed the bags suspiciously and looked back at you. “What are these?” His tone was suspicious and confusion filled his eyes. “I’m going to get some lunch, while you guys catch up.” Your friend excused herself which you were silently thankful for. This was the time for you to set everything right, before you even had time to back out, you spoke up. “I’m sorry, Zayn. There’s a lot that I haven’t explained. The reason why I have been in such a bad mood is because I’m pregnant. I know that it’s a huge thing and I regret not telling you sooner. You deserve to know.” You waited to see his reaction, but he only stared at you. After what felt like years, he finally said something, “You mean I broke us up for nothing?” His voice was light and quite lighthearted. In pure confusion, you looked up and saw him smiling down at you. Zayn reached up and grabbed your chin. “I agree that you should’ve told me sooner, but I was still very unfair to you. Right now I cant believe that I have a child on the way. It would be my pleasure for you to be my girlfriend once more,” he smirked a little at the end as he whispered, “most likely my wife some time in the future.” You laughed lowly and nodded in agreement. Just as your lips were inches apart you heard someone clear their throat. “So are we still going shopping?” Rolling your eyes as Zayn chuckled, you turned to face your friend who stood there looking sheepish. Letting out a sigh, you followed her into yet another baby store. Only this time, you had Zayn by your side.

Niall:

You weren’t going to cry. At first, the idea was very tempting but you successfully held it in. That’s exactly what you did those next few months. By now your stomach had grown quite fully, and you felt like the baby would pop out any minute now. Ever since the break up with Niall, you had stayed with your parents, they understood your position and gladly accepted to take you back in. You had a house of your own, but memories of Niall were still fresh in that building. The love for Niall was still there, you knew that he would always be part of you no matter what. You were walking to the hospital right after work, another one of the regular check ups that you had to attend. Just as you were arriving, you spotted someone who looked strangely familiar. The person’s back was facing you so you couldn’t make out who it was. Then as soon as they turned around you knew exactly who they were. Before you could move at all he spotted you. He examined your stomach with those blue eyes of his. “Hello, Niall.” He slowly studied you, still seemingly fazed. “W-what are you doing here?” His voice was shaky, but also filled with confusion. “Just having my regular check up.” You replied tubing your stomach as if to prove a point. Niall’s face immediately fell at your words. “Oh. Who’s the father?” His voice was no longer shaky but instead grim. “Yours.” The word escaped your lips before you could stop it. His head snapped up an realization covered his face. “I’m the father?” He checked to see if he heard you right. You nodded once a again and smiled lightly when he made his way over to you. Niall’s hand rubbed your swollen stomach tenderly. “I don’t know what to say. I’m very sorry. I know it’s going to be difficult for you to-” you cute him off by shaking your head, “I’ve already forgiven you Niall. I had no trust in you. Now stop being so sentimental and come see your child, daddy.” You laughed at his expression as his smiled lit up his handsome features. Niall wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead ever so lightly. “I promise to take care of you two,” he stopped for a few seconds as he guided you inside, “We’ll, you two and any other Horans we may have in the future.” He sealed this promise with a smile a firm determination in his eyes. He was the perfect companion and father for sure.

Harry:

Saying that the last few months were hard was an understatement. You were thankful for Eddie’s help, he knew what had happened and blamed himself for it. You tried assuring him that things like those happened but he would accept none of it. You were more than elated when your son was born. Just one month old, he rested inside his crib. You named him James, but not fully know which last name he should take, you had left that part blank. James moved around in his sleep, and you resisted the urge to reach out to him in case you woke him up. He was the best son you could have ever asked for. Suddenly your phone vibrated in your pocket, the screen informing you that you received a new text. It was from Eddie. “I’m sorry, I had to do it.” Was all he said. You re-read the message in confusion. What was he sorry about? But most importantly what did he do? Then someone knocked on your door. Eddie, you thought. You quickly went to open it, but when you did you realized that it wants Eddie. It was Harry. You were about to question him, but e eat you to it by snaking his long arms around you and holding you tight. “I’m sorry. He told me about everything. I wasn’t there for you. I’m so sorry.” That’s when it clicked. Eddie had told Harry about James. That’s why he sent you that text apologizing. Without knowing, your arm were also wrapped tightly around Harry and you had started to cry. “I thought I was never going to see you again. I wanted to tell you about him but I didn’t know how.” Harry rubbed your back soothingly. “I know, I know.” He whispered into your ear. After a little comforting, you still stayed wrapped in each others arms. Harry breathed in deeply and pulled back so he could look into your eyes. “You don’t understand how sorry I am. I was stupid, I’m not denying that. But I want us to be a family, and I also want to be part of our son’s life.” You nodded with a smile as he wiped a year with his thumb. Harry’s own smile appeared when he kissed your lips. As soon as he pulled back, his hand wrapped around your own. “Can I see my child now?” Your smile widened and you quickly guided him to Jame’s room where he no longer was asleep. Harry immediately picked him up, and right then he looked like he was the happiest man alive. Harry turned out to be a great father, not only to little James but also to every single one of your kids.


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Soulless Mate Part 6

Pairings: Sam Winchester/Reader
Prompt/Summary: Sam and the reader were a happy couple until Sam lost his soul. Now the reader can’t stand to be around him, which Soulless!Sam doesn’t seem to mind until he starts having these ‘feelings’ that go beyond attraction.
Author: teamfreewillwriting
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 4,526
Warnings: Sickness

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When you first wake up, it all seems like a bad dream. Sam didn’t lose his soul and you two are as happy as can be. That thought lasts for about two or three seconds as you turn over and look at the empty space beside you. God. Did you really sleep with him? Yes. Did you really have to? No, of course not. But you missed his touch so much that you were willing to do anything to get it. And it felt good. So good. But it wasn’t only his touch you craved. It was his validation, his reassurance that you are the only one he wants. Now and forever. It may sound pathetic but it’s true.

The thing is, as much as you tried to picture it was Sam with a soul you were doing all those sinful things with, it didn’t work. Not at all. It felt like a one night stand. And sex with Sam, Sam with a soul, never felt like a one night stand. After being intimate, there was a promise of cuddles and sweet kisses. And most importantly, those three words would be said. Those three special words.

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