#i cant get the image of Nightmare sobbing out of my head

[wr-n]

torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au torment au

[seongclb]

— enhypen reaction to waking up from a nightmare where they lost you !

bf!enha x gn!reader, angst kind of and fluff, established relationship au & warnings of allusions to panic attacks in hoons

req. by anon

N ! hi guys shameless self promo but please show my series some love :(

♫ you’re the only good thing in my life by cigarettes after sex

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

when he suddenly jumps in his sleep, calling for your name in cries

you jolt awake and immediately pull him into your arms

rather than forcing him awake, you stroke the sweat beads forming on his forehead away, hushing him which brings him to feel a lot safer and calmer

when he wakes up, he rests in your arms for a bit while his fear dissipates

“don’t ever leave me,” your boyfriend suddenly says

“hee, why would i ever leave you? did you dream that i would?” you ask, softly, rubbing his arms to comfort him

he nods and you frown, kissing his forehead which causes his eyes to flutter close

he doesn’t speak much for the rest of the night, just laying in your presence

that is, after all, the only place he’ll truly ever feel comfort.

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

he sleeps his best when he’s with you

like he sleeps like a baby when he holds you to sleep

which is why after an argument, and you both are sleeping in the same bed but forced to not hug one another

he gets this idea that he’ll lose you forever, and it even invades his dreams

jay wakes up so suddenly, a loud half cry leaving his lips which causes you to wake up

“are you okay?” your hands go immediately to stroke his back, comfortingly

he leans closer in your touch before he decides to nuzzle his head in your neck, “i’m so sorry, y/n. please don’t leave me.”

your heart would honestly break at this, “why would i ever leave you jay? we work through our arguments, okay? we don’t leave over them”

he nods into your neck and stays there until he regains his assurance

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

even though you and jake are literally attached at the hip

he still gets these random thoughts that tell him he’s not enough or that you’ll leave him for something better one day

he can’t help but he insecure yk? you’re his most prized possession and he knows how valuable you are to other people

so when you both are sleeping and suddenly he gets these images of you leaving, he wakes up screaming “NO”

you jolt awake to see his hands on his chest and him frantically panting

as soon as your hands meet his, he seems to immediately calm down while he looks at your teary eyed

“bad dream?” you frown, squeezing his hands tightly

he nods, “i dreamt that you were leaving me”

you hug him immediately, “i love you so much, jake. i cant leave you, it’s not physically possible”

these words are enough to make him feel better

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

as much as he expresses how lucky you are to him, hoon often wonders how life would be without you

this leads to him spiralling and panicking

but he never voices it to you

today, it must have gotten too much for him since he starts muttering in his sleep “don’t leave me” along with calls of your name

hoon wakes up to see you’re not in your bed and he feels his chest tighten and his throat close up

he calls your name several times and finally, you appear out of the darkness

to which he jumps out of bed to hold you close to him, “don’t scare me like that, again”

“i went to get you a glass of water, babe. you were talking in your sleep”

now that you finally know how he feels, you can fix his insecurities and make him feel more assured <3

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

sunoo has always been worried that he’s not enough for you, each time he mentions his concerns, you’re there to help make him feel better

so this time, the horrid thought seems to invade his sleep

he calls out your name several times before beginning to sob entirely

his sobs must also wake him up as he jumps to sit up, clutching his chest

you’re quick to follow him and immediately wrap your arms around him, saying “it’ll be alright”

once he calms down, he doesn’t talk about it as just how you’re there for him now is enough.

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.

everyone gets insecure or jealous in the relationship

maybe it was something won heard or saw that caused an insecurity to bubble up within him

either way, he won’t mention it because he thinks it’s silly

the only way you find out is when he screams it in his sleep

after hugging him and telling him it’s okay, he asks if you heard what he dreamt about

you nod yes and he sighs but you begin to talk about how he’s feeling

and then you tell him, “won, you’re the only guy for me. the only one i love; i’d never leave you.”

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki

you’re his first love, all these feelings and stuff are new to him

he doesn’t expect himself to feel like he’s not enough for you, especially when you’re literally dating him

but he can’t help it

niki won’t tell you what’s wrong either, but it’s obvious that somethings on his mind

you drop the matter until bed time when the thoughts he has been hiding all day became evident in his unconscious muttering

once he wakes up, you’re at his side, “this is what was bothering you?”

his eyes are rimmed with tears as he nods

“awww, baby you should have told me. look, now they’re even in your nightmares,” you immediately hug him. “nothing would make me leave you, how can i? i love you the most.”

[doumadono]

emergency request!

ive been having these just horrible nightmares the past month. i wake up around 6 times a night cause of them, and cant take any supplements like melatonin cause of health issues right now. its horrible. i wake up shaking and in tears. im getting horrible sleep. i keep having the nightmares of dying, being kidnapped, or my mother passing. are you able to write an izuku x f!reader with him comforting reader, please?

sorry if this is too specific. 🫶

In safe arms - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: nightmares can be incredibly distressing and exhausting. Try some relaxation techniques before bed, like deep breathing exercises, soothing music, or a calming bedtime routine. You are stronger than your fears, and you will get through this!

EMERGENCY REQS - PART 2

You wake up again, drenched in cold sweat, your heart racing and your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. The images from the nightmare are still vivid in your mind - flashes of dark alleys, sinister faces, and the gut-wrenching fear of losing someone you love. You can feel the tears streaming down your face, and all you want is to feel safe, to feel like everything is going to be okay.

Beside you, Izuku stirs. He must have sensed your distress even in his sleep. His emerald eyes flutter open, and he immediately reaches out to you. "Hey, are you okay, love?" His voice is soft and full of concern, a stark contrast to the terror that had just gripped you.

You shake your head, unable to form words through the sobs.

Izuku sits up and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "It's okay," he whispers, his hand gently rubbing your back. "I'm here. You're safe."

His presence is like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. You cling to him, burying your face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I... I had another nightmare," you manage to choke out.

Izuku's grip tightens, and he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "I'm so sorry you're going through this," he says. "I wish I could take all your fears away."

You look up at him, his green eyes filled with such genuine worry and love that it makes your heart ache. "I just... I keep dreaming about dying or being kidnapped. And sometimes, it's about mom... It's always so real."

Izuku nods, understanding the depth of your fear. "Nightmares can feel incredibly real, but I promise you, they’re not. They're just your mind playing tricks on you." He strokes your hair, his touch calming. "You're here with me, and I won’t let anything happen to you."

"What if I can't get rid of them?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll work through this together," Izuku assures you. "Maybe we can try some relaxation techniques before bed, like deep breathing or listening to calming music. And if it gets too much, we can talk to someone who might be able to help more."

You nod, feeling a bit more hopeful. "That sounds like a good idea."

Izuku smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always makes you feel a little better. "For now, let’s just focus on calming down." He shifts, reaching over to turn on the small bedside lamp, casting a soft, warm glow around the room. "Wait here for a moment."

You watch as he gets up and heads out of the room.

Moments later, he returns with a glass of water. "Here, drink this. It might help you feel a little better," he says, handing it to you with a reassuring smile.

You take the glass, sipping the cool water, and it does help to steady your nerves. "Thank you, Izuku."

"Of course, my baby" he replies, sitting back down beside you. "How about I read to you for a bit? Something light and happy."

You manage a small smile at his suggestion. "I'd like that."

Izuku grabs a book from the nightstand - a collection of feel-good poems that you both enjoy. He starts reading, his voice steady and soothing, lulling you into a state of relaxation.

As he reads, you find your body gradually unwinding, the remnants of the nightmare fading away like shadows in the morning light.

You don’t know when you fall asleep again, but the next thing you’re aware of is the gentle touch of Izuku’s hand, still holding yours, and the sound of his steady breathing. You feel safe, wrapped in his warmth, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the nightmares don't return.

You wake up to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains, feeling more rested than you have in weeks.

Izuku has his arm wrapped around your waist from behind. "Good morning," he whispers into your ear, noticing you're awake. His smile is soft and loving.

"Good morning," you reply, squeezing his hand. "Thank you, Izuku."

"Always," he says, pulling you close for a tender kiss. "I'll always be here for you."

[theslowpath]

a kiss on my hand after dark

au: father tenth/son tyler

summary: ten comforts his son after waking up from a nightmare

warnings: pedophilia, incest

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tyler's body shot upwards in the dark as he felt himself being pulled away from horrible images and impossible, off-putting sensations. he whimpered at the sudden change, having just woken up from a nightmare. he couldnt even say for sure what it was about. all he knew was that in the dream, he was in terrible danger with no way to escape. tyler could still feel a lingering stone of doom in the middle of his chest. he couldnt shake the feeling that impending torture was growing nearer and nearer every second, even though he now knew that he was safe in his bedroom.

tyler whimpered more, then buried his face in his blanket to muffle a sudden burst of crying. he sobbed into his hands through the fuzzy texture and remembered the unexplainable, freakish and downright evil imagery his own mind subjected him to. he didnt want to remember it. every second he lost a little bit of what it meant, what he had been running from, what was about to happen to him just moments before waking up. but the searing dread remained there all the same. tyler's body was shaking now, cold and covered in sweat. his PJ's stuck to his body. it wasnt cozy at all.

there was a small creaking sound coming from tyler's bedroom door. he gasped and snapped his head, immediately holding his breath with wide, unblinking eyes. the shadows around him shifted slightly.

"... tyty? everything okay?"

it was dad.

tyler could barely process the level of relief he felt, realizing it was his father and not a scary monster. his lip quivered a little before he began sobbing again, unable to find any words.

ten, tyler's father, practically dived across the room and was knelt beside his bed within a second. "its okay. its okay. shhh, shhhh... ive got you. dada's got you" he whispered as he held tyler's head closely to his chest and caressed him softly.

tyler sobbed into his father's soft hoodie that he wore every night to bed. he pressed his face into his chest and listened for his two heartbeats to help himself calm down. his father's hand continued rubbing his head softly, running his fingers through his hair as he patiently waited for his son to come back from his hysteria.

"i had... a... a bad... dream" tyler eventually managed to get out between little gasps. he sniffled and continued crying, but he was quieter now.

"what was your dream? its okay. you can tell me" ten said in a low, gentle voice.

tyler sniffed again. "i dont remember... i was at the doctor to get a shot, but the needle was so hot it was glowing red... and... and bad men were holding me down..." tyler explained, remembering now. it was starting to sound silly now that he heard himself say it out loud.

ten gave his son a squeeze. "im so sorry baby. that sounds very scary"

tyler nodded.

"...but its okay now." he continued. he pulled back and looked tyler in the eyes, holding his face gently in his long, slender hands. "...it was just a dream. its okay. it cant hurt you"

tyler looked back into his father's eyes through tear-clouded vision and nodded. "its still scary though" he mumbled.

"oh, i know. i know." ten said. he kissed tyler's forehead and then rubbed his cheek tenderly with his thumb. "will it help you feel better to sleep with dada tonight?"

tyler nodded.

"okay, up we go..." ten said through a small grunt as he lifted his son out of bed. he carried the small boy through the dark hallway. tyler wasnt afraid of long, dark and scary hallways when his daddy was holding and protecting him. he nuzzled his face into his dad's neck as he was carried into his room and pulled under soft blankets.

ten sighed and held tyler close in his arms. tyler could hear his heartbeats again. he focused on the sound, as well as his father's low breathing.

the two laid silently, holding each other in utter bliss. ten's body felt like a protective fortress around tyler, one that no danger could get though no matter how strong or powerful.

tyler suddenly noticed his own breathing was getting faster. there was a familiar feeling of tingling and slight, but growing, pressure between his legs. he whimpered a little and wiggled his hips, just barely moving them, only trying to create some form of friction.

this didnt help at all. the pressure only got worse and now he could feel his heartbeat between his legs.

"dada..."

ten opened his eyes and lifted his head a little. "stiffie?" he asked, already knowing what the problem was, just from tyler's little moans and squirming.

"mhm" tyler answered. he felt his whole face begin to heat up.

"do you want help?" ten asked. he held tyler's butt in his hand through his pajama pants and squeezed it a little, causing tyler to whimper and squirm more.

"mhm..." he said again.

"okay, okay. dada's got you" ten whispered. he pulled tyler into his lap as he sat up and turned on his bedside lamp. "... lets turn the lights on, shall we? i love to see your little body"

tyler's face heat up even more. he had a feeling other little boys didnt do this with their dads.

ten looked down at his son with tired eyes as he unbuttoned his pajama top. tyler felt his fingers slowly brush down his body as he unfastened one button at a time, going down, down, down until his chest and tummy were bare. he looked down at himself and arched his back, sticking his tummy out a little towards his dad.

"ohh, there it is" ten sighed. he brushed the shirt off of tyler's shoulders and held his sides while tenderly rubbing his tiny nipples with his thumbs.

tyler felt his buds become hard and sensitive under his father's fingers. he started taking deep breaths, in and out. in and out. the tingling feeling was in his whole body now. "dada..."

"mhm. ive got you, dada's got you" ten whispered. tyler didnt even notice he had began rocking his own hips back and fourth, still desperate for stimulation under his clothes.

"awe, is that how bad you want it? youre already making humpies? hm?" ten said with a teasing tone and smiled down at him.

"y-yes!" tyler moaned out. he found himself grinding on the spot on his fathers lap where he could feel his bulge the best. it was his favorite spot to sit.

ten kept one hand on tyler's left rib while caressing his nipple softly, and used his other hand to unbutton his pajama pants.

tyler gasped and looked up at his father with a happy and excited face. small waits for things like this felt like hours from his perspective.

ten gave tyler back a flirty look as he pulled tyler's pajama pants down, exposing his tight, colorful undies and soft white thighs.

"oh, how cute!" ten said as he rubbed tyler's little tent in his underwear.

tyler giggled. "take it off! take it off!" he begged. he could do it himself, but he liked it more when his dad undressed him all the way.

"yep, i was just getting to that! be patient" ten chuckled as he ever so slowly pulled down the waistband of tyler's undies, until his tiny cock was finally free.

"yay!" tyler said. he began rubbing his tiny erection in his hand vigorously, until his father pulled his hand away.

"ah-ah-ah, let dada take care of it." ten said with a stern but gentle tone. tyler nodded and started breathing heavier. he was becoming more and more desperate for a release as time went on.

"okay. now let dada see your butt, okay?" ten instructed.

tyler whined. "but daddy! my weewee..." he said.

"listen to daddy, okay?" ten said. tyler sighed and turned around, got on his hands and knees and stuck his butt out in front of his father's face by arching his back.

"i dont want it harder... i want to feel good!" tyler whined.

ten let a bead of spit fall from his mouth onto tyler's sensitive, puckering hole. "i know baby. but dont you know if you wait a little longer, and make it even harder, itll feel good even more? in the end?"

"okay... okay..." tyler panted, already feeling his little cock twitch more from the small amount of stimulation his hole was getting.

ten pulled apart his son's cheeks carefully and began licking around his tiny hole. tyler moaned as he felt his father's tounge explore his most private and sensitive area.

"dada! it tickles!" he said. he wiggled his hips a little, pushing his butt further into ten's face.

"mm! mhm..." was ten's only response as he continued licking and massaging with his tounge. after he decided the more gentle movements were over with, he began flicking his tounge back and fourth very quickly against the tiny hole.

tyler whined. "it, it tickles even more!" he cried out. "dada please, please take care of me now!" he begged, feeling as if his cock was at its hardest it could get.

tyler kept bucking his hips even after his dad pulled his face away.

ten gave tyler's hole one last lubricating spit. "okay baby. turn aroud again, like you were sitting before"

tyler obeyed. his movements were becoming clumsy, with how bad his body wanted ten.

"careful now... that it" ten said, holding tyler's thighs. they were almost small enough to wrap his whole hand around them. "now... lay down. on your back, thats it! just like that"

tyler kept grinding a tiny bit. he couldnt help it.

"now, just relax and let dada touch you." ten commanded. tyler relaxed the absolute best he could despite his racing heart.

"good boy..." ten said. he wrapped his hands around his son's legs and pulled them up. "keep your knees up here, okay? think you can do that for dada?"

tyler nodded. "knees up..." he repeated.

"good boy!" ten praised as he let go of tyler's legs.

with one hand, he began tickling tyler's hole with his middle finger. it felt a lot like what he had done with his tounge.

tyler wiggled his hips, loving the feeling.

with his free hand, ten started rubbing tyler's penis softly. tyler moaned as he felt his member finally recieve the attention he so desperately craved. his cock was so small that his father only needed to use his fingertips.

"dada... dada!" tyler cried out, humping the open air.

ten bit his lip and slowly pressed his finger against his son's anus. the little boy gasped as he felt himself get penetrated by his father's long, thin finger. his legs began to quiver, and his one task, to keep his legs open and his knees up for dada, suddenly began to feel very difficult.

ten chuckled at his son's whines and moved his finger in and out, in and out in a swift motion. tyler's eyes were squeezed shut. between the alien and almost aggressive feeling of his father's digit moving inside him, and his loving, soft fingertips gently rubbing his sensitive six-year-old penis, tyler was beginning to feel overwhelmed. his legs quivered even more in his father's embrace. he was hyperventilating, and his whole face was red as his eyes began to tear up. it hurt so, so, so bad.

"stop..." he whimpered. ten didnt stop.

"stop it! please!" tyler begged again.

"shhh... let dada take care of you. let dada take care of you..." ten whispered.

tyler gasped once again as he felt his father begin to rub his sensitive member faster and harder. now he could feel his heartbeat throughout his whole body, head to toe. his hole involuntarily tightened around his dad's finger as he felt him start fingering it more quickly.

"...d- dada!"

"shush."

tyler's toes curled as the pressure in his groin grew beyond what he could handle. he let out a little squeal, finally feeling that sweet release. "yeah! yeah! yeah..." he moaned as little ropes of cum shot out onto his tummy.

"good boy! oh, very good boy!" ten praised as he watched his son climax. "thats it, let it all out... oh, look at all that sticky! oh, how nice... thats my good boy!"

ten slowed down his fingering until he came to a complete stop, then gently pulled his finger out.

tyler was panting. he was too limp and weak to hold his own legs up anymore. his body lay limp in his father's strong embrace as he slowly came down from his high. "i... made... sticky..."

"thats right, you did! im so proud of you, baby!" ten said, gently squeezing tyler in his arms and rocking back and forth ever so slowly. "... do you think youre ready to go night-nights now?"

tyler nodded, his eyelids already beginning to feel heavy after all that. "dada tired me out..."

ten smiled and held tyler in one arm as he leaned over to grab his box of tissues. he pulled one out and gently started dabbing it on tyler's skin, cleaning him up. "there we go..."

he then sighed and turned off his bedside lamp. the room was pitch black now, and the only sounds were the soft breathing of a six year old boy and that of his father who held him.

tyler buried his face into ten's chest. he was laying directly on top of him now with his father's hands resting tenderly on his back. he listened to his two heartbeats as all conscious thought slowly drifted away to dreamland.

[onehyperfixationatatime]

“It was just a dream.”

Summary: it was all just a bad dream. Fluffy Eddie content.

Tears stream down you face uncontrollably as you hold Eddie in your arms. He’s covered in blood, his beautiful brown eyes so full of fear and pain. Such terrible pain… “Eddie please, Eddie don't you dare die on me. Eddie, you're going to be okay!” you tell him, trying to convince yourself and Dustin as much as Eddie. “I didn't run away this time, right?” he says, struggling to breathe. “No, no, no you didn't run,” Dustin says, looking down at the older boy. Eddie turns to Dustin and grabs ahold of his shirt. “You're gonna have to look over those lost sheep for me, okay?”

“No, you're going to do that yourself,” Dustin cries. Your heart can not take this pain. It feels like you're being stabbed in the heart by a thousand knives all at once. This can't be fucking real. “Nah man, say ‘I’m gonna look after them’. Say it,” Eddie pleads with Dustin. “I’m gonna look after them,” Dustin tells him. “Good, because I'm actually gonna graduate,” Eddie says with a strained chuckle.

“Eddie no, you cant do this. You can't just leave me here baby please, I love you, Eddie please,” you beg, pulling him closer to you. You can feel him starting to go limp in your arms as you hold him close to your chest. “I think it’s finally my year,” he says, trying so hard to hold on for you, for Dustin, for everyone. “I love you guys.”

Then he suddenly goes completely limp, and his breathing stops. You let out a gut-wrenching scream, sobbing as you hold the body of your lover in your arms. You can’t even do anything to comfort Dustin, who is also in hysterics. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie I'm so sorry,” you sob.

“Eddie I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry,” you cry out, waking your boyfriend from a sound sleep. He instantly knows you're having a nightmare and sits up, rubbing a hand on your arm softly. “Hey, hey y/n wake up. It’s okay, I'm here, wake up!” he says, shaking you a bit now, You shoot up, terrified and disoriented before you realize that you're safe. You're in Eddie’s room, sleeping in his bed, and he's here, safe. “E-Eddie it was terrible… Y-You died, you sacrificed yourself to buy the others more time. Dustin and I- we begged you not to go. But you didn't listen. T-they tore you apart. Y-You died in my arms. There was so…so much blood,” you tell him, shaking and unable to look away from him. You needed to see him, safe and healthy. You need to get that image of him out of your mind. “It felt so real.”

“Hey, that wasn't real. Okay? I am right here, I am right here with you,” he says, moving in closer and wrapping you up in his arms and the blanket. The feeling of his arms around you, his kisses on your head, his soft words. It brought you so much comfort. “That was just a dream. It was all just one bad dream. But this,” he kisses your head again, then your cheek, then your neck. “is one hundred percent real. I’m real, I’m safe, and so are you. Nothing can hurt you, nothing is going to happen to us. I promise.” The kisses go up and down your neck, then your jaw, then finally your lips. He lets out a quiet and soft moan when your lips touch, moving closer to you and running his fingers through your hair as he continues to kiss you. “You promise?” you ask, your foreheads touching. “I promise sweetheart. You have nothing to worry about. Don't fret.”

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[bwoahtastic]

George and Seb getting closer but George is still shy around him and then one night he has a really bad nightmare and wakes up screaming and actually makes himself sick because he's so worked up and poor Alex (George and Alex would totally be roomies) doesn't know what to do but Seb comes running in and maybe Dan takes Alex out so Seb can focus on George and he gets him calm and clean and George is cuddled onto Sebs chest and he paws at Sebs shirt a bit so Seb lifts it up and George starts nursing because he needs that momma comfort. It's just a sweet image in my head of George nursing and Seb stroking his hair and whispering that he's safe and lover

pllss poor Georgie having such a bed nightmare and he just gets so stressed and panic. He cant even breathe when he wakes up and he is just sobbing like crazy. (yes i agree with georgie and Alex as roomies!!). Pls little Alex trying to help and stroking George's hair but George barely even seems to notice and is crying so much. Dan taking the little teddy to calm him down too because Alex clearly had a fright, while Seb sits with George and tries to get him to breathe and calm down.

George being exhausted when he finally calms a bit, and he is just limply laying against Seb's chest as Seb rocks him. George nosing into Seb's chest a bit and pawing at him and Sebastian just purrs and pulls his shirt aside because he knows what his little Alpha baby needs!

George nursing and pup squeaking as Seb holds him and whispers softly to him. It would be such a shift in their relationship and Georgie finally trusts momma fully!

[yn-dreamlife]

For them

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, death, character death, reader death, no happy ending

A/N: I've finally completely read the Harry Potter series despite having watched and loved them my whole life. Fred Weasley has and always will be one of my favorite characters who brings me great comfort. Upon reading his death this is what I came up with immediately, I've had horrible writers' block for about a week so I guess enjoy it despite the fact it is so depressing.

A/N 2.0: It just deleted half of what I wrote so I cant promise that this re-write I'll be posting will be as sad as it would have been but here you go still

She could barely stand, the pain from her abdomen seemingly nothing compared to the pain of her heart now. There was no way, this can't be true. But as she staggered forward slowly on buckling knees she knew it was. Fred, her Freddie laid before her, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

She couldn't hear the calls from the two other gingers close to Fred. Percy was begging, begging her to understand he hadn't meant it, that he hadn't meant to distract Fred, that he would never want his brother to be killed because he had made a mistake. Ron was trying to pull her away as the corridor they were now in was being assaulted by giant spiders.

She no longer knew what was happening, nothing around her mattered except for the man in front of her, the man who laid before her already gone. She stumbled towards him her knees finally giving way as she collapsed to the floor beside the man she loved.

Her trembling hand reached toward her fiance her crimson-covered fingers brushing his cheek as if to rouse him, "w-wake up Freddie," she whimpered as tears burned down her skin. "I-it's... you-you have t-to get... get up now." It had to have been a prank, he had to have just been trying to have a laugh with her.

But deep down, she knew. A woman was screaming, she could not process that it was her own. "Please, please get up Fred- I-I can't... I can't do this on my own. I need you!" But her calls went unanswered, Fred remained lying on the floor unmoving.

Her mind was swimming with thoughts, thoughts of what she would never get, thoughts of her and Fred getting married. Images of Fred holding his own set of twins- their set of twins. Imaged of her working at the shop as their children played behind the counter. Images of just her, Freddie, and two cups of tea for company on the roof of the shop as they watched the sunrise.

But those thoughts and images were being taken from her, rapidly disappearing into the darkness as others swam forth. Her, George, and Lee mourning Fred, thoughts of late nights up sitting in the bathroom and hand clutched to her mouth and the other to her abdomen as she held in the sobs so as to not wake anyone else. And just as her dreams and hopes for a future were becoming drowned in darkness so was her world, the fight, the battle she was still a part of was fading.

She looked down at her abdomen, there was so much blood- too much blood. She wouldn't be able to heal this, no one would be able to heal this in time. She could feel herself growing weaker as she laid beside her fiance in the small nook where a suit of arms had been.

She barely remembers brushing away Percy, Ron, Harry, and Hermione telling them to continue fighting. She barely remembers Harry and Percy bringing Freds' body here to keep it safe.

But as she laid her head down on the familiar chest he could convince herself for a moment she wasn't dying. If she squinted the corridor long since destroyed around her became their bedroom. the crimson-covered stones she laid in where the crimson sheets of their bed, and the explosions of battle- long since muffled to her where the still-beating heartbeat of Fred.

There was a part of her that was happy, a part that was happy she wouldn't have to live a life filled with the agony she had experienced within the few minutes of knowing her fiance was dead. A part of her that was happy she would get to be with Fred in life after death, that they would be together in a world with no pain.

But another part of her was scared, a part of her was frightened and a part of her- the biggest part of her was mourning what she would leave behind.

She was leaving George and Lee alone in their grief, Lee who was one of her best friends, and George who she had spent every holiday with since they were eleven years old. Would they hate her for leaving them too? Would they know how much she missed them even now? Would they forgive her?

All she could do was hope that they would, and hope that she would not see anyone else she loved for a very long time because if she would that would mean they too had died- a thought which she couldn't handle.

As her eyes closed for a final time, her own smile ghosting on her lips she uttered her last words, "I'm coming, Freddie."

___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

Y/n Y/l/n died in the arms of the man she loved, she died what could have appeared a peaceful death in her sleep had it not been for the deep claw marks through her stomach.

George remembered perfectly what he had seen, the image of his best friend and twin brother lying dead yet still embracing each other engraved in his brain. The image that plagued him whenever he tried to cast his patronus charm, the image that would haunt his every nightmare.

But George Weasley continued to live, he continued to love, and most importantly he continued to laugh. Because although half of their group was gone Lee and him refused to let their spirits die. Although yes it hurt, and some days were hard George continued to laugh for his brother- for his other half. George continued to laugh for his best firend- for the girl who had been with him since he was eleven.

George could still remember how he felt the very day he found out. The way the sobs racked his very soul and how he could barely breathe. The feeling of relief when he saw Ron and realized he had only lost one brother, the feeling of anguish that that brother had been George. He remembers holding his mother as she begged for Fred to be joking saying how she would never make him dress up for anything again if he just got up.

But he didn't stir, he didn't pop up with a wide grin and proclaim that they all looked like blubbering babies. There was no bright giggle that emanated from his side as you to popped up and made a witty remark about how it would take more to kill you. No, instead the only sound that was heard was the sound of his own anguished cries.

George and Lee had lost half of their group, when thoughts like that come to George he can't help but think of Remus Lupin. But he wasn't Remus Lupin, he had only lost two of his friends while he had thought he lost three. In this regard, he was thankful that he only lose Fred and y/n, but that wasn't true, was it? Others had died, others like Remus Lupin and his wife Tonks, something he thought of often and that pained him too.

But now as he looked down at the gravestones of his two best friends there was the smallest smile on his lips. Because he knew somewhere out there they were together and they were happy. He knew that somewhere out there those two were swapping stories with the three greatest pranksters at Hogwarts. And, he knew that someday he would get to join them but not for a very long time because he had to continue on, he had to live... for them.

[secret-rendezvous1d]

reader cant fall asleep so spencer stays up with her until she does😌😌

I’m soft for this kind of Spencer-

Nightmares.

Whatever it was that made them happen; whoever made them a common thing to worry over; why she had to experience them after something terrifying, she hated whatever and whoever was at fault for them.

She had had her fair share of nightmares in her lifetime - the classics that came after horror movies, the usual ones that came after reading something terrifying, the rather odd and extremely specific ones where nothing particularly occurred and came because she hadn’t had one in a while - but no nightmare had ever recurred as much as the one that currently kept her awake at night.��

Working for the FBI and being hired to work in the BAU had brought to light the gruesome things that some people would do because of a childhood that went wrong or a mentality that dipped after a stressor affected them worse, and she knew that when she signed up for the job (and it wasn’t like the rest of the team had explained that nightmares happened) and Spencer had given his own word of expertise because nightmares had been his thing back in the early days of him starting as an agent, but she never expected them to be so detailed and so true to the point.

She hated how it was occurring more often than she had hoped. Every night or every time she closed her eyes or every single time she tried to sleep or tried to take a nap, her mind couldn’t clear from what she had been brainwashed with by these nightmares. She assumed Spencer would help her like he usually did... when she was having a bad day and a cuddle from him helped calm her down, a hug seemed to relax her for a brief moment before she was thrown back into work, a forehead kiss took her away for a second before she was thrust back into looking at crime scene images, and taking her away from the hustle and bustle of a P.D meeting helped to separate her work mind and the part of her mind that tried to push it away. Except, everything he did to help just didn’t help her, at all.

“You’re going to fall asleep at some point, you know? Your body will just give in and gave up the strength to stay awake.”

He flicks on the lamp standing tall on his bedside table and rolls onto his side to take a look at her, her figure sat up on the mattress with her knees held close to her chest and her arms keeping them there, chin dipped down to her chest but barely hiding the black bags and the sleep that as begging from her features.

“How?”

“How what?”

“How do I fall asleep, Spence? How can I stop seeing this nightmare?” She has a hint of exhaustion in her words, like she was begging for an answer to help her sleep at night, and he can’t help but feel broken by how desperate she had been for something to relieve her, “I can’t sleep when all I can is-”

She sighs heavily and interrupts her own sentence and he leans his weight on one elbow, using his other hand to reach up and rest upon her knees, fingers soft against her skin as he drew soothing shapes into her kneecap.

“Is what?”

This was the first time she’d even dabbled in speaking about what had been in her nightmare and he was no stranger to how she was feeling; he didn’t dare speak about going to therapy or tell her to speak to a psychiatrist because she was already strong set on dealing with it herself and she had told him and she made him promise her that he wouldn’t go behind her back and go meddling with what he thought she needed so he assured her he would stay back and be there when she needed. 

“Baby, what are you seeing in these dreams?”

“Don’t call them dreams, please,” she hisses and glances at him, a frown on her face and the bags so much more prominent beneath her eyes than Spencer had expected, “they aren’t dreams, Spence. How can anyone consider this a dream? It’s-”

An exasperated sigh escapes her mouth and he retreats his hand from her so he could sit up beside her, the cover falling from his body and his white t-shirt was bunched at his hips as he sat up and copied her stature. The headboard hard against his back, the mattress squeaking underneath his weight as he moved a little closer to her, her warmth barely warm but he could feel her beside him.

“What are you seeing? Tell me and I can help you.”

Minutes pass, silent minutes where all he could hear was her ragged breathing and where all she could hear was his gentle hums and sweet breaths that he tried to even out so he didn’t give away just how panicky he was over her and her mental state, and she debates in her mind about whether or not to tell him.

“I just see you, Spence,” she whispers into the silence and cranes her neck to look at him, “dead. I see you dead. Ever since Haley died, and we had to work that case and go to her funeral and see Hotch break and- and how we had to deal with the aftermath. We said goodbye to her at a funeral and-”

Her voice cracks and Spencer can’t help but wrap an arm around her shoulder, bringing her body beneath his arm and tight to his body, and she doesn’t bat an eyelid and hides her face into the side of his ribcage, her arm slung across his stomach and her fist clenching the white tee on his body.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he hums softly, dropping his head to kiss the top of her head, “you’ve got a hard job getting rid of me, baby. I promise you, on my life, I wouldn’t ever leave you alone.”

“But, how can you be so sure?” She sobs and his breaks his heart to hear such a sound wrack from within her, “how, Spence? How?”

“Because I’ve got you to live for. You’re my reason to wake up in the morning, to go and do a good job at work, to live each day like it’s the last day on earth. It’s you that keeps me going and you’d keep me alive just because I can’t bear to leave you behind,” he keeps his eyes focused on her and in the back of his head, he hoped she would look up and notice how sincere he felt, “I’m never going to leave you like that.”

She gulps back a sob and it’s then, seconds after his hope had appeared that she would look at him, that she looks up with wet eyes and streaks down her cheeks that caught in the light of the lamp beside him.

“Besides, I’ve got a badass girlfriend who’s got my back whenever I get in any sort of trouble,” he concludes and she rolls her eyes, a wet giggle leaving her mouth, “see? Me and you, we’re a good team. I get in trouble and you come and save me from that trouble.”

She shakes her head in amusement rather that disbelief and she leans her head back against his shoulder, closing her eyes for the first time in a long time and allowing his gentle breathing and his warmth and the hold he had upon her, she felt herself drifting somewhere a little sweeter than where she would go usually.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he repeats him; and it dawns on him that he can’t get back to sleep until she was comfortably sleeping in a state where she wasn’t watching a death - his death - unfold before her very eyes, “I’m right here.” xx 

[cryinggarbagebag]

Inner Peace- Obi wan Kenobi

a/n: if you see this could you please comment something :(

pairings: Obi wan x padawan! reader

warnings: none just fluff

synopsis: what happens when obi wan senses something the matter with you?

.-.

"you must focus y/n" you heard your master say as he paced the floor.

"but master I cant" you complained.

"you can, you just need to calm your mind. try again." he responded.

you sighed and closed your eyes again, trying to focus on pure nothingness but for some reason you kept seeing a pair of eyes that were all too familiar.

after a minute you cursed under your breath and opened your eyes, "master it's impossible!"

he hummed in annoyance and asked, "what could possibly be stopping you from doing a simple meditation?"

his words were harsh, but there just didn't seem to be any other way with you. no matter what you did, it was never right for him. after Anakin died and the Jedi basically disappeared you had begged obi wan to stay as your master, but there was just not enough good in the Jedi any more. it was evident in how you acted and the evil poisoned your veins.

"I keep seeing Anakin master" you confessed, tucking your knees to your chest.

he sighed again but this time he gave you a sympathetic look.

"I know it's hard for you y/n" he said, kneeling in front of you, "but you need to try and erase him from you mind".

"I don't think I can. he was my best friend master."

"I know" Obi wan said. he was silent for a moment and you felt sadness radiate off of him. "you know what? training is over. go get some rest"

"thank you master" you said and slowly stood up, you legs hurt from sitting all day. then you made your way to the door, "goodnight".

"goodnight y/n" he said and offered you a kind smile. you smiled back before leaving the room and heading to your room.

Obi wan and you had inhabited an adequate sized hut on tatooine after the fall of the Jedi. it was secluded and perfect for two people. your rooms were separated by a courtyard which also hosted as a cooking area. your bedrooms were as bland as the sand that covered the planet, only holding a bed, a dresser and a small mirror on your wall. there was also a bathroom that wasn't decorated either. you missed your home on coruscant, the small apartment you lived in had been so much brighter and lively. you missed hearing the buzz of ships and staying up late with Anakin, reading Jedi texts or just being silly. telling jokes until you choked from laughter. you missed him dearly, he had been your first and only friend in the Jedi academy and he was basically your brother. Anakin was a few years older than you and he protected you from everything. that night there was no more protection. not from him anyways.

as you changed in to your night clothes, images of that night played in the back of you mind. waking up in your dark room and feeling something entirely bad bottled up in the building. running past Jedi who were trying to escape, padme calling for Anakin, eventually you found him standing at the end of the hallway as if he had been waiting for you. his lightsaber lit up his face in the dark.

"you don't have to do this Anakin!" you had called but it was too late, he had ran to you with his saber in a defensive position, and right before it hits you, it flew from his hands and turned off. Obi wan stood on the other side of you with his saber. Anakin turned from you and ran down the opposite hallway.

you went to bed on autopilot, not really paying attention because of the daydream you were having.

"are you alright?" obi wan had asked you in a panicked voice. you only nodded and tried to hide how horrified you were.

"go with padme. keep her safe" he told you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"of course master" you said in a shakey voice. he started down twords where Anakin had gone but before he could disappear you called to him, "Obi wan!"

he turned around, shocked to hear his name out of your mouth, "y/n?"

your eyes had welled up with tears, "don't let him kill you".

don't let him kill you. it was a strange request. should you have said the opposite? Anakin was closer to you than Obi wan, and Anakin was the one in trouble. maybe deep down in your heart you knew he was too far gone..

"I won't".

there was a knock at your door and you snapped out of your daydream.

"what?" you asked, your voice was dry from breathing hard.

"are you alright?" you heard him say through the door.

"yes? are you?" you lied.

"I know that's not true, may I come in?" he asked politely.

"yes" you said and unlocked the door with the force. he slowly opened the door and took a seat at the edge of your bed. his blue eyes were illuminated by the moonlight.

"tell me what's wrong" he said softly. you sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard. it was silent for a moment before you looked down at you hands.

"I can't stop thinking about him" you mumbled. "I know we weren't supposed to be attached to anyone but I loved him"

tears started to blur your vision as you rambled, "he was my brother and when he died I wanted to kill myself Obi. I don't know what to do... maybe I wasn't ment to be a jedi"

his eyes widened at your words. Obi wan had never seen you look so completely helpless. he wanted to hold you and assure you that everything would be ok.

"y/n" he started, "I'm so sorry you feel this way. I know I've been harsh to you recently and I want to make it better. don't ever think you're not good enough, you're here for a reason. I know losing him was hard, I loved him aswell." he swallowed thickly, trying to keep a calm aura. "but I know that wasn't him. it was an evil one cannot control, and I know that if he were here today you would be happy and nothing would be the matter"

Obi wan choked on his words when he saw your broken face. he reached out and grasped your hands, "please y/n, don't keep it to yourself. you were made for greatness I know. what can I do to help?"

you let out a shakey breath as tears fell on to your lap. you didn't want to cry in front of your master. it was embarrassing to be crying like a child. but he didn't say anything so you continued to let out silent tears. your head hung low and your shoulders shaked lightly.

"y/n" he mumbled, almost silently.

you looked up at him, sniffing lightly.

"do you need anything?" he asked, "absolutely anything?"

you wanted him to hold you. it was wrong to find this comfort in your master and you knew that if you asked we would probably revert back to his old ways. he somehow sensed it from your silence because he scooted closer to you and pulled you into his arms. you choked out a sob into his shoulder, feeling an overwhelming feeling of something you couldn't describe. it was a warm feeling, that spread throughout your body. you clung onto each other and soaked in the warmth. he ran his thumb up and down your back. after a moment you slowly pulled away and looked up at him. he wiped the tears from your eyes and smiled timidly.

"thank you" you mumbled.

"of course" he said, but his hand lingered on your face. you subconsciously leaned into his touch. your arms were still loosely draped on his shoulders and you realized how intimate the position was. neither of you pulled away though, instead you noticed his gaze travel to your lips, something unreadable was behind his eyes. Obi wan looked back up at you before slowly leaning in. you could feel his breath on your lips and you closed your eyes.

suddenly you felt your lips touch softly. he cupped your face and his beard tickled against your skin. you had to turn your head slightly to completely capture his lips. it was as if he was kissing away all your pain and anxiety because suddenly you felt the warmth again, but this time it was more powerful.

that is until he pulled away. Obi wans forehead pressed against yours and he huffed lightly.

"what?" you asked quietly.

"nothing" he said with a smile. you smiled too and kissed him shortly. he let out a surprised noise when you pulled away.

"better now?" he asked.

"I think so" you nodded and fully pulled away. he smiled and went to get up.

"wait" you mumbled, "you can't leave now". you pouted lightly.

"and why not?" he joked.

"what if the nightmares come back" you matched his tone.

he thought for a moment, "hmm that's a good point" he said and sat back down. you scooted over for him and he laid beside you.

"thank you" you said.

"of course" he smiled again and tucked you into him.

and the nightmares never returned.

[sarcastically-defensive17]

15 Minutes - P. Parker

So I’ve been stuck in a writing funk for so long, and I got inspired and I’ve been writing this for days until I got it just right and it made me sad and I hope y’all like it and I’ll defs get onto my requests more efficiently now!

TW: Death of loved one, torture, degrading language, abuse, sad Peter, grief, all round angst.

Original story by sarcastically-defensive-17

It was routine. Every day, three times a day. 6AM, 12PM and 5PM. He barely had the chance to recover. Psychologically. Emotionally. Physically.

The machine was cold. The dull grey of the sides reminded him of how alone he was. Deserted. Left for dead, he supposed. No word of contact from any outside source, no hope for a rescue mission. He lost count at 3 months in captivity.

Every single day he had to see her. Had to relive it all. He never once thought that he would physically be transmitted through time and space. The worst part, he knew the woman holding him hostage. One of the most intelligent people on the planet. An expert in Thermodynamics and - so he now discovered - a ruthless person fueled by grief.

A bell chimed followed by an alarm and blinding green light. The glass door swung across the machine, trapping him inside as he stood upright with no way out.

“5, 4, 3, 2...” the countdown rang out, and the green light intensified. His stomach spun, eyes clenched shut at the feeling he will never get used to.

He was back in his apartment. Clothes he hadn’t seen in a long time on his person, his hair a few inches shorter and his reflection almost a stranger to him as is stared back at him in the mirror of their bedroom.

The ringing of his phone was foreign, yet expected. Same schedule.

He lifted the device, holding it to his ear in the same way he had at least 100 times before. Including the day it first happened.

“Y/N,” he breathed. The only thing he enjoyed about the event was the chance to hear her voice again. The breath sigh through the receiver as she strolled through the bustling streets of New York, on his way to her.

“Hey, I cant wait to see you!” Her voice held excitement, the same he had heard over and over. It became his own self indulgent nightmare. He longed for her, he had never held her in this, but he could hear her and feel her near. He could see her laid out on the pavement...

“Me too,” he answered, feigning the joy he felt that day at the idea of her return. She had been in England for the past month and a half, working to quell a growing drug import/export ring. How little she knew that the same work she focused on would be her demise.

After all, she was an ex-cop turned badass avenger. She was known for fearing nobody.

“Im about 15 minutes away from home. I can’t wait to see you!” Peter couldn’t stop the tears from falling from his eyes as he rushed to get his shoes on.

In exactly 26 seconds, his signal would ring.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing,” a voice snarled in the background of the call, followed by a clattering sound and a muffled shriek.

Peter pushed out a breath, putting his phone on loudspeaker and jumping out of his window.

He had no webs, no mask, no care. He had been over this scenario many times and wasting time with the spidey gear left less time to save her. When he tried it, he was met with her body slumped on the ground, blood flowing from her neck as she choked on the crimson liquid. He didn’t even have time to do the same to her attackers before he was pulled back to the present.

The actions must be damaging to the space time continuum, but the doctor had a lethal artifact in her possession, and she was prepared to do anything in her power to change events.

His ankles painlessly cracked as his feet hit the pavement below the window and he was off. He needed a new detour. He had tried many over the months, but a new one was running through his mind.

He cut down a side alley that would lead him around buildings and directly across from the alley she was pulled into. It was broad daylight in Queens yet nobody cared to see a young woman dragged away by three men.

Peter was just thankful that Y/N didn’t have to suffer in the original telling of the story.

He cut corners by vaulting from the walls of the alley way. He jumped over fences, dodged trash cans and even ignored an elderly lady who had dropped her groceries - a mistake he made by helping her in his first run through of attempting the detours.

He reached his destination in the form of a alley way decorated by versions items of graffiti. The bright colors stood out from the grey brick in the shape of various symbols. He and Y/N had often gone to that alley to observe the work of local street artists. She adored it.

As soon as the rubber toes of his shoes hit the mouth of the painted backstreet, a gunshot rang out and Y/N’s body slumped down on the other side of the busy road.

His heart broke once again at the sight.

He barely had time to step onto the road to get to her before the green light erupted in his vision again. His head reconnected with the thin cushioned pillow in the machine as a roar tore from his throat.

“Failure, once again.” The feminine voice snapped. “Always failing!”

Peters throat was sore. He had spent far too long screaming. His head was pounding, evidence of underfeeding and the sheer transference of his body through time.

He never expected to time travel. He knew how damaging it could be to change history, but here he was. Held against his will to save a woman that he loved so desperately. Forced to watch her death over, and over, and over. To hear her voice and feel the construction of his heart with the knowledge that he most likely wouldn’t be able to save her.

The physical pain of being returned to the day it happened and the image of her dead in various way seared into his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw her.

The machine slid open, and a boney hand grabbed his face. He was far too weak to fight back, even with his powers.

The eyes of the doctor glared into him, bloodshot and poisoned by grief and ferocity, “Why are you such a failure? We have been doing this for 5 months! There has been no improvement. No chance of saving her, all because you are pathetic!”

“I’m trying,” he mumbled.

The hand left his face, leaving a biting cold in its wake. They always kept him in cold rooms. Part of the torture to encourage him to do better. After all, Peter believed just as the doctor did. He deserved the pain after what happened to Y/N. He should have protected her.

A loud bang echoed through the white room. The fury in the eyes of the Doctor made him almost shrink. He already felt miniature under her gaze, but somehow, he felt worse whenever he came back empty handed.

A hiss left her lips as she cradled the bony hand, Peter assumed she had hit something. “This happened because of you, Parker. You were the one she trusted the most. You were the one who she put her life on the line for countless times on your pathetic missions. You are the reason she is dead.”

“No,” he choked. It was a wet noise, his throat constricting as the mind games took hold again. His hands wove into his hair, tugging harshly. The action had quickly became a coping mechanism of his. He would do anything to distract himself from her words. “No, no, no, no. It wasn’t me. It was them. The gang. Not me.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” She hissed, the eyes staring down at him incredibly similar to the same glassy ones he saw every time he went back. “You were never good enough for her. You were always four steps behind her. Y/N deserved better than you.” The doctor stood up again, the expression on her face void of any emotion as she kept her steely gaze locked on his brown eyes. Her lips turned up at the corners slightly as she watched the tears fall down his face. Her back was straight, regaining the posture she often adopted when addressing those working for her, “Send him back again. Maybe if he does it right, I won’t need to be stuck looking at him in 15 minutes.”

“Ma’am, he needs time to rest. His body can’t handle such a short recovery time between jumps,” a random man in a lab coat told her. He - like Peter - cowered under her gaze.

“Send him back.” She growled with every word, pushing the door shut across the machine and walking back towards the other room.

The green light erupted again and he soon found himself in the same scene from before, although this time he emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor of their house.

His phone rang like clockwork, and he answered, placing it on loudspeaker and reciting the script he wrote for himself on the original date.

He slipped his web shooters onto his wrists before he left, following the same route as his last trip. Everything was the same, down to the exact way he dropped from his windows and bounded through the alley, although this time, he sent a web across the street, pulling himself forward into the alley way.

He collided into one of the men that had Y/N cornered, sending him crashing into the brick wall of the alley.

“Peter?” Y/N shrieked, doing her best to fight the other men off in the same way he had seen her do so in the past. Or, other pasts.

Two of the other men launched at him, both with blunt weapon and scuffed faces. As one swung high, the other swung low. His mind was centered on Y/N and his reflexes were working in overdrive, burning him out faster than anticipated.

It all came to a halt when the two men were on the ground and the sound of a blade slicing through flesh filled his ears. Y/N gurgled on her blood, eyes full of anguish as she stared at Peter with fear on her face.

He only had time to catch her body as she fell before the light overtook him once again.

The overly sterile room greeted him, sobs wracking his body. The door slid open once again and heels clicked against the tiled floor.

The malicious eyes watched him again.

“Please, no more,” he begged, knowing he would be on his knees if not for his fear of moving out of turn. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s torture.”

The hand returned to his face, a soft touch that lifted his wet face to look at the furious glare fixed on his being.

The doctor tutted, patronizing him. “Oh, honey. You think this is torture? You should see what I’m prepared to do to you if I need to spend another month doing this.” Her smile was pure evil, but her eyes held the depth of a woman mourning. The circles under her eyes and the deepening wrinkles fold of her grief, and despite the recurring pain, he felt for the woman. He wanted to apologize to her, had she not disregarded every apology that fell from his chapped lips.

“Please...” he whispered under his breath, feeling the hand leave his face and close the door once again.

“Send him back,” she announced to the other room before turning her attention back to him. “Save my daughter, Peter. Or you’ll wish it was you that died that day.”

The green light flooded his senses once again.

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[jessiebanethedragon]

Scuttle (6/?)

as always i love comments and hope you like this chapter :)

You see him in your dreams. His corpse, destroyed in front of you. And when you wake with a start, on the dusty planet, in another woman's home, he isn't there to comfort you. Leeya is usually up and so you find her in the kitchen pottering around. You spend those nights cradling her infant child, trying to stop his incessant crying. And you learn that the day she met you she was looking for her husband. Who apparently has been missing for quite some time.

They’ve been gone seven rotations and the nightmares and shakes are getting worse, wrecker isn't here to make you laugh, tech isn't here to drown your thoughts out with ones of his own. Hunter Isn't here to take notice of the smallest changes in your well being. And Crosshair, well, Crosshair isn't here either. But you miss the eternity of him. 

Mostly you miss his arms, strong enough to hold you tight but soft enough to cradle the tears away. Wrapping around you away from the universe. An addicting drug at its finest and you’ve only had one hit. 

It was late, late enough that you thought no one was awake. Having been travelling through hyperspace with the Batch for 12 regular rotations of 24 hours, you’ve taken to having panic attacks alone in your room, or pacing around the ship when everyone is asleep, pushing away the memories of a family you once had. 

“You should be asleep.” Comes the long drawl from the sniper, toothpick in  his mouth, wearing only his blacks. You jump back, scared of the sudden noise.  

“I’m sorry.” The apology is immediate. 

“Don’t be.” He states, looking at you, wrapped up in his blanket like usual, he wonders if it smells like you.

“You’re shaking.” He notes with concern, standing up from his  spot and crossing over to you. 

“I just do that sometimes.” You admit, trying your hardest not to bring attention  to the problem. 

“Before we met?” You know what he’s insinuating, did you have a habit of shaking before your parents died. 

“Yes.” A lie floods so easily from your lips. 

“Promise?” he doesn't believe you, he’s heard stories about the famous fairywren from regs on courosaunt. You were basically famous for heroics and intel, and he’s pretty sure someone like that doesn't shake. You don’t answer him, staring at a spot on the wall behind his shoulder in the hopes you can fake eye contact. You hear him sigh, before his arms encase you. 

Once they do, you begin to shake in earnest. From head to toe as if now your mind knows it’s safe, it's letting out all the pent up anxiety. Every breath is interrupted halfway by the next, and tears make trails down your face and into his clothing.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him again, and in response he just holds you tighter. His arms pull you as close as physically possible, and for a moment you let go of everything that's holding you up. Everything you’ve been trying to hide from those you travel with surface with one terrible sob.

“Someone as heavenly as you shouldn't cry.” Crosshair says, placing the gentlest of kisses to your hairline.  

“It's my fault they're dead.” You gasp between tears. 

“No, Yona, it’s not. You didn't start this war, you didn't ask for your home planet to be invaded. And you didn’t give the order.” 

“But I-” You start

“But nothing.” He barges in rather softly. “It’s not, and will never be your fault.” 

“He’s going to kill me.” you whisper into the darkness of the havoc marauder. “He would have the day if the neighbors had not heard the screaming. Before he left he promised me, no matter where I hid, he’d find me.” 

“I won't let him lay a finger on you.” Crosshair professes to you and himself.  His arms that had slacked pull you closer yet again. 

“You don’t owe me anything, missions done Cross. I’m just baggage.” You sniffle, lip beginning to tremble. 

“Not to me.” He says firmly. You pull back from him just enough to look into his eyes. And with a look both of you ask ‘why me’ and answer the other in one breath. Your quivering hands make their way to the edges of his face. And very, very slowly they start  pulling his lips to yours. You stop just before they meet. Waiting for him to pull away, or to ask you to stop, but nothing of the sort happens. His mouth connects to yours as softly as possible and just like that the two of you are kissing. 

It’s soft, slow, nurturing and full of feelings either of you can describe. You never want to leave this embrace and from the way Crosshair is humming against you, he agrees with that statement. 

The air runs out eventually, and breathless, the two of you pull away. It doesn't stop him from chasing your lips and placing haphazard final pecks to your slightly agape mouth. 

“If i asked you to hold me for the rest of the night, would you?” It's A risky question but you ask it anyway. 

“You think i’d say no to someone as stunning as you?”

He wakes to you curled into his frame, arms locked around his stomach where the blacks have ridden up, and he can't tell where his legs start and where yours end because they’re so intertwined. Crosshair looks down at your face, and thinks that he wasn't made to fight in a war. He was made to love you. 

And the second that thought crosses his mind, he’s taken back to Kamino where the creepy longnecks tell a younger version over and over again, that he isn't a real person. That he will never have a real life. He begins and ends with this war, and he knows that this war has taken enough from you. And it cant take him from you if he doesn't give himself  away. 

So he presses one last kiss to your forehead, a tear falling into your hair. He lets himself think about your future, an older happier you, living a free life. It’s just that, in that image, Crosshair isn't there. 

[somethingjustsouthofbrilliance]

When Love Must Die (chapter 9)

Quick author’s note for your attention, please.  I’ve noticed that the interest in this story has waned quite a bit (here on tumblr at least), and (since I’m an absolute whore when it comes to feedback and I have a hard time getting inspired to write more when I don’t get much of a response) I’m considering stopping updates for it on here and sticking with AO3 updates alone. I’ll see how this chapter does and decide accordingly. Just wanted to give everyone a heads-up.

Link to Chapter 1 (masterlist)

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Chapter 9

 A soft rustle of movement beside him breaks through the light doze he has finally allowed himself to sink into what seems like moments ago, and he startles awake, arms tightening instinctively around the stubbornly unconscious man-shaped being tucked safely against his side.  He blinks, disoriented slightly from his not-quite-sleep, lets his bleary gaze focus on the young witch who stands less than a foot away from the bed, a tray of food in her hands.  

“Sorry,” she murmurs, looking contrite, “I didn’t mean to wake you.  I’ll just…”  Carefully, she sets the tray down onto the nightstand beside him, moves to step back.

 “Don’t…,” Aziraphale raises a hand to stop her.  “It’s okay. I wasn’t really asleep.”

 She cants her head knowingly, her mouth tight with worried disapproval.  “Perhaps you should be,” she chides.  “You look absolutely beat.”

 He believes it, too. He hasn’t had a moment’s respite since he popped back into Anathema’s living room with Crowley’s limp, mangled form cradled against his chest, shouting for Adam to encase the fragile, dying essence in a protective corporeal sheath – a temporary patch, a desperate attempt to keep the severely damaged essence from simply breaking apart in Aziraphale’s arms.

 Since then, the only thing the angel was focused on was keeping Crowley alive and healing, healing, healing. Properly, thoroughly, completely. Determinedly undoing all traces of Hell’s purposefully, ruthlessly crude patch-up job: gently straightening out the twisted, crookedly knitted bones, mending the terrible scars that mar every inch of Crowley’s beautiful skin, soothing away the deep, devastating burns.

 And it was working. Aziraphale could tell it was working. Could feel the broken, jagged edges of Crowley’s abused essence slowly, oh-so-slowly, pulling back together, its worryingly feeble glow becoming just a bit stronger in response to every pulse of angelic grace Aziraphale infused into it.  And Crowley was blessedly, completely out of it throughout the harrowing procedure, remaining loose-limbed and pliant under the healing glow of Aziraphale’s hands.

 Until Aziraphale started on his wings.  

 He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the awful, soul-rending scream that tore from Crowley’s throat when Aziraphale hand first ghosted over one of the mutilated appendages in an attempt to infuse a bit of healing grace into the worst of the damage.  He’d pulled back then, shocked to frozen horror by the tidal wave of pain and fear that crashed against his senses.  It was… it was…

 Aziraphale swallows down an uncomfortably human swell of nausea as he thinks back to those harrowing and seemingly endless hours of the night, during which Anathema and Newt stood on either side of Crowley, pinning him down on his stomach as he thrashed and writhed desperately in their grip, while Aziraphale himself, his corporation’s heart bleeding, ripping at the seams in the face of his friend’s interminable agony, wrestled the wildly flapping wings into submission one at a time, forcing as much healing energy as he could spare into each quivering appendage, trying his best to ignore Crowley’s raspy, throat-tearing howls of pain and the sobbing, gut-wrenching pleas for him to “stop, please, stop!”

And then came the nightmares.  Vivid, brutal and just as relentless.  And Aziraphale was helpless against them.  Helpless to calm the wild, defensive flail of the long limbs.  Helpless to soothe the pained furrowing of the sweat-stained brow, the quiet, pitiful whimpers and full-on wretched sobs.  Helpless to chase away whatever awful images that passed before Crowley’s wide open but unseeing stare, as his friend screamed himself hoarse into the haunting void visible to him and him alone. Helpless to do anything but sit there with silent tears streaming down his cheeks and his trembling arms wrapped around Crowley’s guitar-string taut, twisting form as tightly as he dared so as not to hurt him and to keep Crowley from further hurting himself.

 He never felt more exhausted in his life.

 And yet he didn’t dare leave.  Didn’t dare step away even for a moment lest Crowley should fall prey to another vicious nightmare.  Or, worse yet, lest he should awaken and find himself alone.  Aziraphale couldn’t do that to him.  Not after everything that dear boy has been through for his sake.  

 And so even now with the near-overwhelming and heretofore unfamiliar to him urge to sleep, he politely declines Anathema’s offer to keep watch over Crowley so he could go to the spare bedroom and rest.

 “I’m sorry, my dear girl,” he shrugs, apologetic, shifting to pull Crowley closer as if afraid that she would physically try and force them apart.  “I… I can’t.”

 She shakes her head at him with the chiding look of a mother disappointed in her child.  Concedes with a sigh, moving as if to leave.  Then pauses, her gaze lingering on Crowley’s slack features.  “It’s strange,” she muses, almost too quiet for Aziraphale to hear.  “He doesn’t look much different.”

 “How do you mean?”

 “Oh,” she looks back up at him, flustered.  Shrugs, gesturing awkwardly toward Crowley,  “I just… I mean… I know Adam gave him his old body back, but I thought… with him being an angel now and everything… that he would…”

 “Look different?”

 She purses her lips, sheepish.  Reaches up nervously to tuck a stray lock behind her ear.  “The other demons I saw, they… well, they all looked and felt very different from the angels.  Their appearance, their auras.  So I thought that he’d feel different, too, now, but… he doesn’t really.  I mean… his eyes are different now and all, but he… he feels the same.  Do you know what I mean?”

 Aziraphale nods, smiles wistfully, looking down at the man in his arms.  “I met him before, you know,” he murmurs, a seeming non sequitur that she frowns at, confused.  “Raphael,” he adds in lieu of explanation.  “Before the Fall.”

 “You knew him?” And he can feel the weight of her stare on him, the shocked judgment of her realization. “Then why didn’t you–”  She stops short, hand flying up to cover her mouth before she says too much.

 But it doesn’t matter. He knows what she’s thinking. Lord knows, he’s been thinking the same thing ever since he saw those images in Hastur’s head.  Has been judging himself for that ever since, too.

 “Why I didn’t recognize him?” He looks up to find silent confirmation in her expression.  Huffs out in tired self-condemnation, “I forgot.” And that’s as simple an answer as he can give her.  As truthful as it is damning.  “I’m pretty sure none of us were supposed to keep any memories of the Fallen.  They were… some of us were very close back in those days.  Brothers, sisters, best friends.  Having the memory of those we’ve lost that day, it… it would have caused quite a lot of grief, I imagine.”  His lips twitch, morphing into a bitter smirk, “Perhaps She was afraid that it would lead to more unrest.”

 “But you’re remembering now?”

 Aziraphale hums, raising an eyebrow in contemplation.  “Not… all of it,” he admits reluctantly, “not exactly.  Just… flashes, really.  Random bursts of images… feelings… impressions.” He shrugs, a bit helplessly, “It’s… it’s hard to explain.”

 She nods mutely, seeming to accept his jumbled explanation.  Perches cautiously on the very edge of the bed.  “So what do you see?”

 There’s a prickle in Aziraphale’s eyes, a too-too familiar burn, and so he raises his gaze to the ceiling in a vain effort to contain the traitorous gathering moisture.  “Light,” he whispers, unable, unwilling to keep the awe from his voice.  “Beautiful and mesmerizing… like the stars.  And kindness,” he adds, his voice trembling just a bit, “So… so much kindness and love! I don’t think I’ve felt that much from any other angel.”  He blinks, shifting his gaze back down to Anathema.  Smiles brokenly as he feels a tear spill over his eyelashes to drip onto his cheek.  “Perhaps that’s why he managed to hold on to it?  He had so much of it within him that the Fall simply couldn’t burn all of it away,” he muses, as more tears follow down the same track.

 It feels right, what he’s saying.  Feels true. And he knew the truth of it, for thousands of years he knew.  Had seen it in the begrudging care with which Crowley treated those around him; in the compassion (no matter how desperately, but, ultimately, poorly, hidden) that he exuded towards humans; in the untainted, gentle affection he showed towards Aziraphale himself.

 But Aziraphale rejected it. Pushed that truth away, buried it under layers upon layers of denial, relying on blind obedience and mindless indoctrination instead of allowing himself to open up and see proof of the opposite that was right there in front of him, centuries upon centuries.

 What a fool he was. What a naïve, blind fool.

 “So you’re right, my dear.” He forces another smile for Anathema’s benefit – a pale, trembling thing.  “He really doesn’t look that much different because… because he never really changed that much.”  

 He raises an equally trembling hand to swipe at his rapidly dampening cheeks before looking down to gaze with tearful fondness at the former demon asleep in his arms. Lovingly, tenderly, he threads his quivering fingers through the tangled, sweat-matted locks. Places a ghost of a kiss, soft and apologetic, onto the pale strip of skin where it meets the hair’s flame-red edge.  Whispers, barely audible, “Did you, darling?”

 Crowley’s face tightens as if in response, a deep furrow of pain cutting across the smooth skin of his brow, and Aziraphale reaches out, unhesitating.  Presses his fingers over the crease, willing his own still healing-weary essence to release just a tad more of angelic grace.  Slumps in grateful exhaustion as he watches Crowley’s pain-tightened features soften and go lax with proper, mending sleep.  

 There’s a brief moment when he wonders if he should take Anathema up on her offer after all, to take a much needed break from his healing vigil and allow himself to rest, to give his own powers a chance to recharge.  He opens his mouth, a humble request for Anathema to stay with Crowley while he follows Crowley’s example and lets himself relax into a blessedly restful slumber ready on the tip of his tongue.

 And snaps it shut a mere heartbeat later as a powerful and dreadfully familiar presence rattles sharply against the protective network of wards surrounding the cottage.  

[mmuschi]

Midnight Calls

This is an old, out of character but well written royai fic from my ao3. This was one of my first fics i have ever posted... but it never got posted here

you can find in on ao3 here. 

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The cries of a small child rang out in the in the city on the edge of Ishval. They were terrified cries, terrified of what was happening. The child was too young to understand what was happening to their country, the devastation occurring in their country.

 A mother yells for her child, fear and worry heavily evident in her cries for her child. As she ran for her child, a wall was made from Alchemy to separate the two. A cry of frustrated and faint thumps of fists against the man-made wall were the only sounds for several seconds. The sharp noise of guns loading rang out across the street. There was a desperate cry from the mother; she merely wanted to see her child live on. There were blond hair soldier’s on either side of the wall shooting the family of two. Once the two were dead, the open fire ceased. There was metallic smelling silence. The smell of blood was so strong it was almost enough to make one sick to their stomach. Around this city, there were scorched bodied, ones that have been blown up so their identity was unable to be made out, and finally the bodies killed by a sniper. All this carnage because there was a simple order to annihilate an entire race of human beings. What gave them the right to determine who was worthy to live on? Suddenly, the cries of pain and horrified screams broke the silence. It was a sickening sound, one that could make a grown man feel the urge to vomit. Riza Hawkeye was at the top of tall building, staring down at the disgusting wreckage her people have caused. The noises, the smell, that the dead Ishvalans gave off disgusted her. She hated her Kührer, her country, the military, the alchemists, and herself. They were monsters; she couldn’t stand it. The Ishvalan town was filled with blood splattered on walls, bodies scattered about, severed limbs, ruined buildings due to alchemy, walls built by alchemy, and there was fire in various places. The fire was worst of all; She carried the alchemy with her where ever she went. Her father created this alchemy to bring good to the world, but it has only brought destruction and sorrow. The man who yields this alchemy, Riza trusted him, but it’s not like he can go against direct orders. Her father made a power nobody should possess.

The feeling of bile rising in Riza's throat finally awoke her from her horrendous nightmare. She didn't even have time to fully recover from her drowsy state and her brutal dreams before she had to hurry to the bathroom. The scent of the bodies and blood was still all she could smell. As soon as she made it past the doorway of the bathroom, she fell to her knees in front of the toilet and coughed up the bile. She sat there for several more minutes, allowing her body to wake up. By then, she realized her face was wet with tears. She wiped her face with her hands in feeble attempts to dry her cheeks of tears. The blonde woman slowly stood and made her way to where her phone was. She stopped in front of it and stared for a few seconds at it. She used her sleeve of her pajama shirt to dry her face from tears before lifting the phone to her now dry face. She dialed in a number and waited in silence. The other end picked up after several long moments of ringing.

“Hello?” A masculine voice replied, slightly hoarse from exhaustion.

“Colonel Mustang. Sorry to disturb you at this hour, but why aren’t you asleep in the first place?” Riza replied, trying to keep her shaky voice calm and steady. She was doing a decent job at it and it was barely noticeable.

“Its fine, Lieutenant Hawkeye. I was just working on papers I still must do. May I ask you why you are up at about twelve in the morning?” Mustang knew why she was up. She called him whenever her nightmares got to a point where she needed outside comfort, otherwise she would cope on her own.

“Black had to go outside.” She lied simply she pulled a chair over as quietly as humanly possible. Once she was sitting, Black hopped up into her lap. Her hand found its way to her dogs head, and she carefully scratched behind his ears.

“We both know that isn’t true, Lieutenant. Was it your nightmares?” The flame alchemist replied, voice gentle.

“Yes.” Riza’s voice was soft; she didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t even know why she called him of all people every time these petrifying dreams. She could have called Rebecca or someone else. But no, she called her superior. She was bothering him for the selfish reason of just wanting to hear his voice.

“How bad was it tonight?” Roy questioned, concern faintly lacing his tone. He typically was concerned with her well being considering how he trusted her the most out of everyone. She was the one to always watch his back.

“I’ve had worse.” Riza leaned back in her chair a little bit, keeping the phone to her face as her brown eyes closed. “There was a lot of blood. The stench was overwhelming.” She spoke, feeling her body shudder at the thought.

“How about you go back to bed and try to sleep again.” The black-haired man suggested calmly. When he received nothing but silence, he let out a sigh.

“I-Yes Colonel.” The sniper barely kept the disappointment from her voice. Without another word and hung the phone up where it belongs. She sat there for several moments, lips turning into a frown. She placed Black on the ground before making her way back to her bed. How could she possibly think the Colonel would want to talk to her at midnight. She sat down and pulled her dog onto the bed with her. She sat there, petting his fur. She wasn’t going to try and sleep, that stench and the images of the massacre haunting her mind. She sat like this, holding Black to her body, savoring the warmth her animal companion provided. There was a knock at the door, a shockingly familiar. Leaving Black on the bed, she slowly gliding to the door. As she passed by the foot of her bed, she grabbed a coat and slipped it on. She reached the door and lifted a gun that was conveniently placed on a small table next to her door. She opened the door slowly, holding her gun at the ready to shoot.

“Whoa there, Lieutenant. Its just me.” An even more familiar voice spoke, ending the sentence with a faint chuckle. Slowly, Riza set the gun down back where she grabbed it from. She opened the door fully and raised her hand to her head in a salute.

“Colonel Mustang. What are you doing here, Sir?” She questioned as the man proceeded past her into her small house.

“You seem like you could use someone other than Black to be with right now.” Roy replied simply as he took off his coat. He wasn’t in his military clothing for once, rather a simple shirt, coat, and plain black pants. Riza closed the door and turned around.

“You came to comfort me?” Riza was deeply confused at his slight sentiment. When he nodded, a smile tugged at her lips and she forced herself to look away to regain composer. When she looked back up at him she had her typical stoic face.

“You are my Lieutenant, why wouldn’t I. besides, you wouldn’t be having these dreams if it weren’t for me offering you this job.” Roy explained to her smoothly before shrugging his shoulders, lifting his hands like its not that big of a deal.

“And you wouldn’t have been able to offer me this position had it not been for me, am I correct?” She was the reason he could practice and use his flame alchemy. She was basically his alchemy. She held it on her back. A chuckle escaped the man in front of her. By now she was facing him, and he was the same.

“As cunning as ever.” His voice had an amused edge to it and it helped Riza relax more. He held out his hand. “Let’s get you to bed.” He suggested to her, offering her a small smile. They often did this back in Ishval, let each other comfort the other, informing the other they are not a monster and only following orders, telling the other it will be over soon, lying to the other by saying it will be worth it. Riza let her hand rest in his and he guided her back to her bed and sat down on the edge.

“Thank you, Roy.” Riza’s voice was soft and low with drowsiness. She climbed onto her bed and sat down next to him. He had made himself at home with his back to the wall for support. She crawled over and sat next to him.

“Want to elaborate on your dream?” The flame alchemist pondered to his Lieutenant. Since their hands had gotten separated in the actions in which the two were climbing into bed, Roy took this change to take her hand back into his. He knew just how hard this was on her, for he had participated the same amount if not more in the extermination of the Ishvalans. He wanted to do anything he could to aid in her healing process.

“It started… with a mother running for her child and bring stopped by one of Armstrong’s walls. They shot both to death. Colonel, the smell. That stench of blood, of burnt flesh. I cant seem to get rid of it.” As she explained the explained the scents, her eyes began to fill with tears and her breathing quickened. She was starting to panic; the smell still took over all her senses, even when not being a present scent.

Simply nodding, Roy shifted his body, so he could comfortably pull her head tenderly to his chest. They both ended up moving so she was in his lab and his hands rested in her back, rubbing it gently. Her hands clenched his shirt as she attempted to calm herself.

“Roy, I can’t believe I killed children. I took them from this earth when it was not my job. I shouldn’t have. I should have quit. I killed innocent people. I tore families apart. I don’t know how to even live with myself.” Her eyes closed, and tears slipped down her face as she lets out a soft sob. Roy pressed his lips to the top of her head as he held her close to him, letting her get everything out of her system. It was not exactly a kiss, so Riza didn’t even notice it. After several minutes of her softly sobbing, her crying died down.

“Riza, you had no choice in the matter. Being a soldier means taking lives, yes, but nobody could have foreseen us doing such a dreadful act.” Roy’s voice was gently and slightly cooing to try and make her feel a little better. Riza sat there in his lap for a few more minutes before lifting her head from his chest.

“Th-thank you Roy.” She gave him a smile despite her wet eyes and cheeks. She went to go wipe her face with her hand but there were already hands doing that for her. Roy was gently drying her face with his oddly caring hands.

“Let’s get you to bed so you can sleep.” Roy’s suggestion was almost more like a demand, but his voice was very tender about it. When Riza nodded, he helped her move so she was laying down. He climbed off the bed and helped her get under the covers even if she didn’t need the help. Her hand reached out and grabbed his hand.

“You are staying, right?” Riza intentionally made her voice meek to try and get her Colonel to stay with her. Maybe his presence would make the nightmares go away. Roy stared at her for a minute before letting out a sigh and shook his head.

“If you insist.” The flame alchemist slowly made his way back into bed with her. As soon as he was uncomfortable laying down next to her, Riza was slightly snuggled into his chest. His arm rested around her waist, holding her as close as she wished. When his dark gaze lowered to look down at the female against his chest, he noticed her eyes slowly closing. A smile tugged at his lips.

“I don’t know why you came, but thank you Colonel.” Riza’s words were airy as she fell asleep. Once she was asleep, Roy pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Maybe I can tell you why later when I gain some courage. How about that, Riza.” He replied, knowing she couldn’t hear him. He then closed his eyes and let sleep take his conscious.

[tillman]

hi i ranked every single dark souls 1 character by who i think is the most kissable . its 79 characters all with a description of why theyre at the place theyre at with images for reference :-) its all under cut for u to enjoy.. thank u

this is all my opinion cus hehe im making the list but also im god so this is fact now . 

counting down because u know what ! buildup is fun and i have to start off with everyones most favorite:

GWYN - 79

im kidding. fuck gwyn and everything he stands for. he wouldnt even be a good kisser he doesnt have FUCKING LIPS

SEATH - 78

oh you really wanna kiss the incel dragon who kidnaps ladies for his weird experiements?? yeah?? who are you, big hat logan?

EINGYI - 77

heres one i wont get hate for: this fucking asshole . die bastard . he cant even kiss his face is all infected and gross!

KAATHE - 76

he sucks.

SMOUGH - 75

not only is he too big to kiss! hes a cannibal!! hed eat you!!!! thats no kiss i want!

MANUS - 74

listen i know yall love daddies and all that but hes manipulative and not a nice person so id watch out. i GUESS hes kissable as he was a human before but def not a good kiss

BED OF CHAOS - 73

its just some vines that sometimes set on fire!! If it were still the witch of izalith she would be probally in the 20s as shes a good person who tried very hard to help the world but in this state... u cant even kiss her!

FRAMPT - 72

better than kaathe but the whole no lips and being a manipulative snake monster really throws me off and shoves him down at the bottom

FINA (GODDESS OF LOVE/BEAUTY (?)) - 71

(mentioned character - no image sorry :-( )

Listen as much as im all for love, this is love u dont want ! just trust me dont be lautrec dont do it you dont want to kiss fina listen to me. please dont kiss fina.

VINCE AND NICO - 70

way of the white members are NOTABLY unkissable but these guys. are just so boring. theyll be your white bread boyfriend as neil would say... bad kissers and bad people!

LAUTREC - 69 

aw fuck wait can i make another character 69 he doesnt deserve it. anyways not only is he not over his ex (fina) hed probally gut you and steal your lunch money half way through the kiss anyways so whats the point . thats not how u treat a lover idiot

CENTIPEDE DEMON - 68

it eats your face and you die. next pleaaase

PETRUS - 67

another way of the white cleric. he at least starts off nice and he says fuck rich people but also he let that happen to rhea and i fucking hate his guts so no.

PALADIN LEEROY - 66 

out of all the way of the white idiots hes the best in that he wears armor and seems cool but its the way of the white man.  i cant get past that. sorry leeroy at least your armor is cool. he probably hasnt kissed someone in hundreds of years anyways 

MOONLIGHT BUTTERFLY - 65

delicate ... but beautiful! i dunno how to smooch it but i def would if i could ! i dont think it can kiss back but, o well! we all have flaws

IRON GOLEM - 64

it cant kiss back but its COOL and can throw me like a javelin so like . yeehaw id smooch its little face place 

UNDEAD MERCHANTS (BOTH) - 63

between moss and yulia i think they got enough on their plates! plus since theyre so hollowed, i dont think they have any lips to kiss back with! 

INGWARD - 62

hes not like . bad persay but also i dont trust him after he helped with new londo. cool design tho. i wanna kiss that bird beak mask

JEREMIAH - 61

was a bullfrog, and never took off his crown long enough to kiss another person...... i feel like if he did though! oh boy!!!

Asylum Demon + Demon Firesage + Stray Demon - 60

more kissable than some bosses, but still not the greatest lips. good butts though on all of them.... so i guess thats fr u kinky people 

SNUGGLY THE CROW - 59

(no image shes a crow) 

please stop drawing her as an anime girl shes literally just a grow that likes warm things oh my god you freaks be nice to her

BIG HAT LOGAN - 58

hes hard to kiss around the hat! and on that note hes pretty much taken with his obsession with seath. good luck! hes nice though so better than most of this list so far

GAPING DRAGON - 57

ranked so high because past its giant underbelly of teeth and destruction is this very tiny head which i think is so funny i cant help but want to kiss its little snoot.... hehe baby

PRINCE RICARD - 56

oh now were actually getting into kissable range! ricard is a prince (maybe even of astora... kissability increase.) so his high ranking might get you some kissability points, but the hollowing is gonna lower that. 4/10 no kissable lips!

4 KINGS - 55

whats better than a prince..... a king... whats better than a king..................  4 KINGS! just watch out for their overly anime spiky armor and the fact their in a never ending void nightmare but they do have faces so thats points above the rest!

SALAMAN - 54

(mentioned character only! sorry!)

hmmmm we dont learn much about him other than he was close with quelana and he was ............ hot!  hes a pyromancer.  being of the great swamp pushes him down a bit because he prolly smells like his name sake but u know what ! maybe hes cute! we cant be sure! hes in the running at least!

TAURUS DEMON - 53

hmm... bad lover.... good kisser................................................... the things i do for big beefy demon love.

GOUGH - 52

While you cant kiss gough cus all the sap in his helmet i cant bare to put him lower than he is hes just so sweet. a kiss on his helmet because i love him so much

NITO - 51

while he cant kiss back, nito deserves a kiss or two! plus he has a lot of hands so u can hold his hands and be hugged at the same time and u know what that might be just as good as a nice kiss. good on you nito!

STONE DRAGON - 50

again a non kisser........ damn beaks! the stone dragon does need a kiss though. they havent seen another living soul in years down in ash lake! so im giving them points on that alone.

VAMOS - 49

like the last two.... no lips! vamos though makes up for it in his charm and wit, and his exceptional skill in smithing! so even without lips to kiss, you still should kiss vamos! hes a good friend

ARIAMIS - 48

(mentioned !)

wow... a painter! and a skilled one at that! this man created the painted world used to keep priscilla safe and that is so noble it gives him points right off the bat! i feel like though, as an artist, he might be a bit weird about it. so watch out and be safe, but in the end, get free art and some free smooches out of him!

ELIZABETH - 47

thats my mom ... of course she gets a good cheek smooch for all her hard work keeping dusk safe!

DOMHNALL - 46

i love domhnall hes a good guy whos trying his best but also his mask is so fucking goofy i dunno if i can do it .

RICKERT - 45

as much as i think rickert would be a good kiss (hes smart, cute, and skilled!) he is trapped behind some bars willingly and probably wont let you in. i can dream though!

CEASLESS DISCHARGE - 44

if theres any boss that NEEDS a kiss its him. poor dude lost all his family and was turned into this laughing stock of a creature. youd probably burn your lips but .... please just be nice to him :-(

SHIVAS BODYGUARD - 43

ooo a strong yet silent type.... hes even cute under his mask! good kiss, but i feel like he might just care more about his actual job than a kiss ! hes dedicated !

CIARAN - 42

putting aside me knowing shed be a good kisser, i just understand she probably doesnt want a kiss right now, shes grieving over the loss of her friend and i respect her comfort. maybe a good pat on the shoulder and a cup of nice tea with her would be nice though! 

PINWHEEL - 41

may seem like a weird choice to put a necromancer up so high on the list but.... honestly pinwheel needs some love. dude lost his whole family and in trying to revive them accidentally fused them to himself. while he might not be the best kisser, i honestly just wanna tell him everythings gonna be ok.

KIRK - 40

ok if you know me you KNOW how much it pains me to put kirk so low but. hes a busy guy! not only is he doing so much work to help out where he can with the fair lady, but you might just get pricked by his spiky armor while youre going in for the smooch! so, as much as he deserves a kiss for all his hard work, maybe pass until another time!

SIEGLINDE - 39

were getting there! she is just so strong... and so brave........ she may not even be undead! sieglinde is so strong and wonderful doing all that just to deliver a message to her unruly father, she deserves so many kisses! Shes got a lot on her plate though so please respect her......

BERENIKE - 38

(just mentioned!)

implied to be a huge strong knight who made it to even sens fortress! yes please ! 

BELL GARGOYLES - 37

hmmmmm,.......... if u can get past the whole lighting your face on fire, these are two loyal gargoyles! that seems pretty good to me!

BEATRICE - 36

a wonderful helpful witch friend! she is so nice to help you defeat flying bosses with her magic!! i love her so much! shes even cute to boot! 

GIANT BLACKSMITH - 35

HE HELP ANYTIME................... I HAVE TO GIVE HIM A KISS FOR ALL HIS HARD WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEGALLY I HAVE TO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RHEA - 34

putting aside my hatred of the way of white.... rhea really is just a babey.... shes adorable and kind and just wants everyone to be ok so im won over. maybe a little forehead smooch for being such a good person!

OSCAR - 33

oh oscar. a noble, heroic, and cute knight but in the end. would he be a good kisser........ i feel yes, but maybe not so much so! hes busy focusing on being a hero you know! hes a good friend and i cant help but fall in love with nice guys

THE FAIR LADY - 32

she deserves the entire world and all i can give her is my humanity and a kiss........... sobs. i wish i could do more to ease her pain but she is so strong and wonderful! please give her a nice smooch! 

QUELANA - 31

i didnt wanna separate them ........ her wonderful sister! who even taught humans pyromancies! shes smart and nice, and honestly probably needs a kiss. 

MILDRED - 30

uh my notes from last night are just

so yeah! thats mildred!

CRESTFALLEN MERCHANT - 29

hes sad as fuck but also... kinda handsome! he was a knight of berenike and made it almost all of the way through sens fortress showing how skilled he is! a strong man like this (inspired by maybe the best kisser in demons souls, boirr) has to be a good kiss!

SIEGMEYER - 28

hes going through a lot right now but... how could u not think siegmeyer is kissable. thats on you man. thats your own character flaw.

OSWALD - 27

ok this might be slightly controversial but i feel like oswald would be a good kisser. if you got past his slightly weird love for velka who well get to (thats just carimites (carimians? carimfolk???)) hes nice and kind and maybe the funkiest character in dark souls

KALAMEET - 26

another cant kiss you but.... kalameet is just so cool ! very shadow the hedgehog and u know what that is NOT a bad thing. you might have a rough time trying to get there, but..... aww whos a good dragon.....

DARKMOON KNIGHTESS - 25

alright the final stretch! the darkmoon knightess is the anor londo firekeeper, and a friend of gwyndolin! shes supposed to be “ugly and shit” (real quote. i would never lie to you) but her model is so cute! defiantly kissable as fuck!

 SANCTUARY GUARDIAN - 24

GOFH ITS JUST A WIDDLE KITTEY CAT........... I GIVE IT A WIDDLE KISSEY ON ITS FOREHEAD AHOWHWWAWWW BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALVINA - 23

AWHAHWAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SHES H(FADOESAGVFOSDHFSO CUET EIFEDKC LKOFIE JS I LOVE YOU FJEADFIDASHCODEUFCUSFKSDHFKSUHFC

DUSK - 22

oh yes!! the princess of a lost land...... will you be her knight in shining armor.......... oh i just love her so much. shes sweet and nice and cute and deserves a kiss or two!! please be nice to my daughter!

SHIVA - 21

hottie with cool armor and a cooler sword. since they cut his whole sidequest i can with all certianty say YES he is super kissable and is probably a great kisser 

QUELAAG - 20

IGNORIGN HER GIANT SPIDER LOWERBODY........... SHES JUST DOING THIS FOR HER SISTER SHE JUST WANTS TO HELP HER POOR SISTER WHOS IN PAIN HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE HER SO MUCH!! PLEASE KISS QUELAAG! 

GRIGGS - 19

im putting griggs so high cus hes kissable in a factor unseen before...... baby factor. hes soft and nice and is just trying to find his dad! just tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight! its what he deserves! 

ARTORIAS - 18

everyone already KNOWS why artorias is a good kisser. hes nice, strong, brave, and most importantly. cool as FUCKING HELL ! HE DOES SICK ANIME FLIPS!! if you can look past the abyss slowly taking him over, youll find a good good boy who deserves a good kiss.

ANASTACIA - 17

the good firekeeper who we spend most of our time with in 1! YES of COURSE Shes kissable. she deserves SO MANY kisses for all of her hard work in keeping the firekeep shrine lit! good job anastacia im sorry lautrec is like that

VELKA GODDESS OF SIN - 16

(just mentioned!)

if her title alone doesnt bring you in, youll be pleased to know shes implied to help watch over priscilla (who well get to hold your horses) and keep the poor girl safe! a strong sense of justice and a love of crows, shes probably an amazing kiss if you can find her! 

ANDRE - 15

were closing in on #1 and i just have to throw andre in here. hes so nice and strong! just . please kiss andre! he deserves some he does so much work! 

PRISCILLA - 14

poor priscilla. called a monstrous crossbreed and has to hide in a painted world to stay safe from those who would hurt her. including the internet! leave her alone you freaks shes not your fetish fuel!!! she deserves a good kiss on the cheek and a hug for all she has to put up with

 CRESTFALLEN WARRIOR - 13

its my list i get to put the crestfallen warrior where i want. and u know what? he would honestly be a good kiss. hes kind and helpful and never once wishes you harm, he just needs to be held tightly and kissed passionately and u know what. dont we all. 

GWYNEVERE - 12

she is beautiful but .... 1 shes married and 2 shes not even real! whatever. her husband the flame god flann is at least.......... hot! haahgdaefshdfcdhswfe im so fucking funny

BLACK IRON TARKUS - 11

listen i see a big beefy dude i go “hey thats hot please kiss me” so of course tarkus is this high up hes the beefiest dude around.... right?? anyways all knights of berenike are kissable hes just the MOST kissable of the 3 named ones!

ORNSTEIN - 10

this dude kisses the son of gwyn you KNOW hes a good kiss. the golden lion armor just helps so much. we love you ornstein .....

HAVEL THE ROCK - 9

HERE HE IS ... THE BEEFIEST GUY AROUND ... this bitch uses a DRAGONS TOOTH as a huge club to bash people with if that isnt big dick energy i dont know what is. armor made of stone. heart made of gold. havel the rock please god kiss me passionately under the moonlight .

SIF - 8

oghfoghfohg puppey..................................... SMOOCHIE THE PUPPY>...........

NAMELESS KING (!?) - 7

(hes just mentioned in ds1!!) 

I KNOW HES A DS3 BOSS BUT LISTEN TO ME THEY TALK ABOUT HIM SO MUCH IM ALLOWING THIS.  he defected from his awful dads team to go help the DRAGONS!! thats so cool hes so kissable. would be more kissable if he wasnt kissing ornstein but thats ok . i respect them both.

MARVELOUS CHESTER - 6

this MAY just because i have a huge crush on him but also here are some good kissable things about him: his fasion, his voice that sounds like a purr, his laugh, his malice, his funny mask, him. thank you for your time.

GWYNDOLIN - 5

FINAL FIVE! heres gwyndolin. the most kissable of all of gwyns children for the sheer fact of how much work they put in to making sure people stay safe and happy. they are so kind and wonderful they deserve SO MANY kisses! good on you gwyndolin....

LAURENTIUS - 4

now heres a fun one! laurentius is one of the nicest guys u will EVER meet in any souls game. he genuinely cares about you, he loves and respects u even if u dont respect him or his skills, hes nice cute and above all: i love him . please kiss laurentius he is a nice guy who just wants the best for u..... dont be mean to him.....................

CAPRA DEMON - 3

the highest one that cant kiss back and thats for the capra demons SHEER HORNY ENERGIES. this is a demon you can fuck! thats it i have nothing else to say i just think the capra demon is funny

SOLAIRE - 2

do i seriously have to explain why solaire is so high up. not only is he nice and cares about you, hes handsome, passionate, and just a good fucking person. he is hands down one of the most kissable characters in any souls game ever! fuck yeah! go off you funky little lover boy! 

and finally.

its patches.

[bleepblopbloop56]

Hey i saw some Logan angst prompt things i wanted to do and while i don't particularly like how this turned out its my blog and who am i trying to impress? You guys know i’m fucked up already

Warning: nightmares kinda, panic attacks, crying, not really a happy ending i don’t know if that’s a warning.

Prompts

- “PLEASE DON’T TOUCH ME!!!  DO-DO -N-NOT T-TOUCH M-M-ME!!!!”

-”how Patton  How do you deal with all of these feelings?  It’s so painful” Logan cried

-“I’m tired, Patton.  I’m tired and there’s nothing I can do about it,” Logan cried.  “I just want it to end.”

here ya go,unedited, not proof read,just fuckin me typin some goddamn words

Scared. That was the only thing Logan could think. The only thing he could feel. His heart beating so loud he was almost certain he would die. Adrenaline. Fear. Scared. Throat closing,

Stop. Stop! make it stop! i need it to STOP! STOP IT! STOP IT!

SCARED

FEAR

SCAREDSCAREDSCAREDSCARED

STOP IT STOP IT STOP!!!!!

Logan jerked awake violently, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat. He hated this, he hated this feeling. He was so scared, he was shaking violently, he wanted to scream.  

Panic

“Logan?” His name pierced through the deafening silence, too loud too loud don’t talk stop talking!

“Baby are you okay?” Something, Patton, put a hand on his arm and he screamed. Logan jerked away, scrambling off the bed in a blind panic. He wasn’t acting logical, he knew that. Or at lest he would know that if he could think.

-“PLEASE DON’T TOUCH ME!!!  DO-DO -N-NOT T-TOUCH M-M-ME!!!!” he screeched, pulling his arms around himself sobbing violently. The words came out in a stutter in between urgent gasps for air. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. Distantly, he remembered he left his glasses on the bedside table. It doesn't matter. He couldn't move.

Can't think, can't think, scared. Scared scared

“HELP” he choked out, not knowing what he wanted he just wanted this feeling to stop, he wanted all of the feelings to stop. Feelings were horrible, feelings hurt. “Make it stop!”

“Logan hey look at me its okay its gonna be okay”

“How, Patton?” Logan spoke up. The way he said it was so broken and defeated, it made Patton's heartache. It took an hour to get Logan okay enough to stop crying and to breathe properly, but from the sound of his voice he was about to fall into another fit of tears.

“what do you mean?”  Patton tried to keep his voice soft. He knew that anything more than a whisper would upset Logan in this state. He knew how much noise hurt after panic attacks.

“ How do you deal with all of these feelings?  It’s so painful,” Logan cried into his shirt, clutching him close again. Patton could feel how Logan never quite stopped shaking from the first attack, his heart broke even more.

“ it hurts! It all hurts so much! I hate it… i hate it Patton.. Make it stop” Logan sounded like a sad little kid. He sounded like he was breaking more with every word he said.

“Logan..” Patton hugged him back and tried his hardest not to sob as well. He hated seeing his boyfriend like this, he hated seeing anyone hurt but even more so Logan. The nightmares that invaded his sleep had been getting worse by the night. He had bags under his eyes to rival Virgil’s makeup.

“I’m tired, Patton.  I’m tired and there’s nothing I can do about it,” Logan cried.  “I just want it to end.”

“ i know sweetie…” Patton pet the back of his head, scratching the scalp lightly to cal him. His other hand rubbed circles on his back, pulling Logan closer into his grasp. He wanted nothing more than to sweep him up and away from these nightmares and panic attacks. All Patton wanted to do was save him. But Patton cant save everyone. All he can do is be there to break Logan's fall. All he can do is this.

Sitting on the floor at 4 am

Holding him while he cried.

“I just want it to stop…” Logan sobbed again.

God he wishes he could do more.

annnndddd that’s it i’m done. its late and i’m tired.i was gonna do something with a happy ending but i dunno i guess i enjoyed the image of Logan in a ball on the floor curled into Patton’s side, crying. makes me feel better bout my own nightly plans

oh yeah and i guess i should tag @dailypattondoodle

[taestfully]

They cheat on you

Request: Can you do a BTS reaction to them cheating on you? very angsty please thank you x  //   BTS reaction to them cheating on you? incredibly angsty please

A/N: So this was in my askbox twice idk if it’s the same person or not but anyway. Angst has been requested and angst shall be given please go easy on me my heart is too soft I cant write angst well.  I also made this a scenario since it’s really coming from the reader’s perspective.

Don't be shy! Send in a request!

Seokjin

Untrue, unfaithful, liar...all words you would have never used to describe Jin...at least not up until that moment.

Now, you were standing before him, those three words swirling around in your head like a strong storm. Now those were the only words you’d use to describe him. 

You didn’t move, your legs seemingly had forgotten how to function. All you could do was stare at Jin through tear-filled eyes in disbelief. Somewhere in your broken heart you hoped this was all just a nightmare; that your boyfriend of three years hadn’t actually cheated on you. But the pain in your chest was too real.

“(Y/n),” Jin spoke and the sound of your name falling out of his mouth made you stiffen. He noticed, sighing. He was at a loss of what to say. What could he say? He had cheated on you. There wasn’t a good explanation he could offer you. But he felt horrible, so disgusted with himself. He wanted you to know that, at least. “I’m sorry,” he said, a few tears trailing down his cheek. “I know that doesn’t mean anything now, but I am. Cheating on you was the worst decision of my life.” And he had meant that, but you didn’t care.

“You’re right, Jin. Sorry doesn’t mean anything.” You watched the way his features crumbled and the way his lip trembled as he cried. Your heart constricted in pain at the sight of him, knowing deep down he was sorry. However, after what he had done, no amount of apologies would ever be enough.

Yoongi

Yoongi was a busy man. A hardworking man. He was always touring, writing/producing music, and practicing. In fact his career as an idol took up most of his time, only allowing you the scraps of whatever time he had left. But you had accepted that fact, knowing full well that Yoongi could never be fully yours. And you had thought that his career was the only thing you had to share him with. You had never expected that there was another person he was spending his very limited time with.

In hindsight, you should’ve noticed it. You should’ve thought more about why his free time began to dwindle and why he always wanted to cut your time together short. You always assumed he was just tired since he never really had proper sleeping habits. You always would be understanding when he said he needed to go home early, sending him home with wishes for a good night’s sleep.

Now, your brain was screaming at you for missing all the red flags. You felt incredibly stupid, amongst all the other raging emotions you were feeling at that moment. You felt insignificant, betrayed, angry, and sad. All the emotions surged through you so strongly you felt as if you could faint. Yoongi reached for you, his hand grasping your elbow to steady you. You jerked your arm away as if he burned you. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat. “I don’t want you touching me with your hands knowing they’ve touched someone else.”

Yoongi sighed. All he wanted to do at that moment was touch you, hoping his touch could ease away the pain he had caused. But Yoongi wasn’t that naïve. He’d fucked up and there was nothing in the world that could fix that.

Hoseok

Hoseok was always happy. You actually liked to call him sunshine, thinking the nickname fit him perfectly. So when he came to you with tears in his eyes, you knew something was wrong. 

You reached for him, your hands clutching at his elbows gently as you brought him close. “Hobi, what’s wrong?” You began rubbing your hands up and down his arms to soothe him, but it seemed as if your touch was doing just the opposite.

“(Y/n),” he spoke, his voice laced with emotion. “I have to tell you something. I made a huge mistake and I can’t keep it in anymore.” He began to cry harder and you instantly took him in your arms, trying to ignore the way he stiffened. Whatever mistake he had made, you were willing to let him confess it. Until he told you what the mistake was. “I - I cheated on you.”

In one respect, you were glad he had confessed it to you while on the other hand you wished he never said anything at all. You respected honesty, but ironically in that moment you hated it. Why couldn’t he have just let you live in the blissful ignorance? You would’ve been none the wiser. And that’s why the heart-shattering news of his unfaithfulness shook you to your core. You pulled away from him to look into his eyes, hoping that he wasn’t telling the truth. The tears in his eyes, however, brought the hope crashing down.

You really didn’t know what to say. Your entire relationship had just crashed and burned before your very eyes within moments. You felt overwhelmed and suddenly you couldn’t breathe. You only offered Hoseok a small glare before you walked away.

Needless to say, you never forgave him...even if he had been honest with you.

Namjoon

It was one of those moments where your emotions were overwhelming you. It was a moment where you couldn’t think properly and you needed Namjoon to be your voice of reason. It was a moment you needed him to calm you down with his thoughtfulness and rationality. 

But this moment was unlike the others. Namjoon, the man you found stability in, was the sole cause of the spike of horrible emotions within you. 

“Baby, let me explain,” he said, reaching out a hand towards you. You stepped out of his reach. It was just like him to try and explain something, even when said something was unexplainable. He could say what he wanted, give you reason after reason to forgive you, but you wouldn’t listen. There was no explanation for unfaithfulness; cheating on someone had no excuse.

“Explain what, Namjoon?” You asked bitterly, crossing your arms as you looked at him. “You cheated on me. You’ve made it very clear that I am not good enough for you.” You felt like another knife had been plunged through your heart at the words you spoke. That was the strongest feeling in your chest, the feeling of insignificance. You had thought you were the most important person to Namjoon, but apparently you weren’t. 

“You know that’s the farthest fucking thing from the truth, (y/n)!” Namjoon yelled. It was a rare sight to see him so worked up. He had always been so levelheaded. “You mean more to me than anyone.” You could see tears in his eyes.

“No I don’t, Namjoon. if I did, you wouldn’t have done this to me.”

Jimin

“You’re a fucking liar!” You yelled, your hands balled in tight fists at your sides. “All those times you told me you loved me, they were all lies!”

Jimin shook his head, tears streaming down his face like rivers. “No, I do love you!” He countered back, stepping closer to you with hands out to touch you. “You’ve got to believe me!”

You scoffed. “You love me, but you’re not in love with me,” you said, feeling your eyes burn with fresh hot tears. “If you were, you wouldn’t have cheated, Jimin.”

Jimin fell silent, having nothing to say back to that. His silence was deafening, speaking the real truth. “Baby,” he breathed as helplessness filled his heart.

You allowed your tears to fall freely. You heart was broken beyond repair. None of Jimin’s sweet words could make you feel better. And nothing could make you take him back. “I just want to know why. Why aren’t you in love with me anymore? Why couldn’t you have just broken up with me instead of stabbing me in the back?”

And the answer Jimin didn’t have. He was stupid. He messed up the wonderful relationship he had with you and he’d have to live with that forever.

Taehyung

You trusted Taehyung. You weren’t the type of lover to breathe down his neck every time he was texting and you didn’t ask where he was every five seconds. Your trust for him allowed him his freedom and you felt secure in your relationship.

So when Taehyung got up from the couch to head to the kitchen, leaving his phone, you blamed pure curiosity when you took a peek at his phone when it lit up with a text. In the text was an attached image of what looked like a girl. Curiosity got the best of you and you opened the message, your heart plummeting into your stomach at the sight of a topless girl with the text ‘I miss you Tae! Come see me please!!<3′. 

The urge to give this girl a piece of your mind was strong, but instead you directed your anger at the true culprit: your boyfriend.

Taehyung came back into the living room only to be met by the sight of you with his phone in your hand and tears in your eyes. The smile he had been wearing vanished. He gulped. “(Y/n)...”

You glared at him, not bothering to wipe your tears. “You know Taehyung, if you don’t want to get caught, you should be a lot more careful.” You could’ve screamed. You wanted to throw his phone straight at his head. You wanted to know why he had fooled you to believe you could trust him. You gave Taehyung his phone back. “You should leave. Looks like someone misses you.”

Taehyung winced at the malice in your voice as he took back his phone. “No, I don’t want to go see her. I’m going to stay here. I’ll make this up to you.”

You didn’t give him that chance. Instead, you kicked him out with a warning to never come back.

Jungkook

“(Y/n)! Please, open up!” Jungkook tried to twist the doorknob, but to no avail. “Baby, please just let me explain.”

You sat at the other side of the door, sobbing with your knees pulled towards your chest. “Fuck you, Jungkook! Go away!”

Jungkook sighed in aggravation. “Babe, she’s nothing! You know I love you.“

You shook your head though you knew he couldn’t see it. “That picture told a whole other story, Jungkook. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Jungkook began to grow helpless. He wanted to knock the door down and hold you close while telling you that you meant the world to him. But why would you believe him after you had seen that picture of him with another girl? He cursed himself for being so stupid. He loved you and he screwed it all up in a moment of attraction. “Please,” he rested his forehead against the door. “I’m so fucking sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.“

“That’s what they all say, Jungkook. Now please just do me a favor and go away. I can’t stand you being here anymore!” You sobbed harder after saying that, knowing that once he left he’d never come back. You never wanted to see him again, but your heart weeped over the loss of him. You had loved him.

Jungkook only sat against the wall next to the doorway, tears falling freely. He knew it was over between you. All he wanted was to rewind time and fix his mistake.

(you would not believe how impossible it is to find gifs of bts crying ugh)