#and getting punched in the face while bun sobbed while opening the ring box

[stuffnonsenseandotherthings]

I don't care what anyone else says, this is the only legitimate way to propose to the love of your life:

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Love Her (Part 6)

Summary: An unexpected visit causes trouble and the reader and Dean’s relationship takes a serious hit, one they might not be able to recover from...

Masterlist

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death, injury, angst

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Three Weeks Later

“Square up your shoulders more,” said Dean. You threw a fist into the pad he was holding, Dean stepping back a foot. “Told you so.”

“You let me have that one,” you said, throwing another punch and another before you backed off and took a deep breath. “I think I’m good.”

“Alright,” he said, setting down the mat as you ripped off your gloves and started to unravel the tape on your hands. “Oh, hey. I got you a present.”

He reached into his shorts pocket and tossed you a roll of pink tape, laughing when you gave him a glare.

“Cute,” you said, putting it away with your gloves, Dean slapping his hands on your shoulders as you headed out.

“I’m glad we found our thing to bond over,” he said. “Plus now I know if you’re ever out on a date, you can slug the guy if he gets too handsy.”

“It’s definitely helped,” you said, pausing by the stairs. “I’m not so scared anymore.”

“You need to do things for you too, Y/N. You’ve spent so long looking out for thing one and thing two up there. You have the ability to do stuff you want to now, like how you enjoy boxing,” said Dean.

“I know. Speaking of which, can I get some bath bombs for Christmas? I heard those are super nice in the tub,” you said. Dean stared at you, looking over your head.

“You’re such a girl,” he groaned, shaking his head with a smile as he walked up.

“Please?” you asked as you followed him up.

“Yes, you can get some. If it stains the tub you’re cleaning it though,” he said. 

“Can that be my other present? You cleaning?” you asked.

“Fine,” he said, pretending to sulk. “I think I can come up with a little something you’ll enjoy.”

“Dad!” said Rae, nearly running into Dean when you both came up the stairs.

“No running near the stairs, cutie. What’s up?” he asked.

“Ryan stole my cookie!” she said.

“That sounds like a you problem,” you said, Dean ruffling your head before you went into your room and hopped in your shower. You washed your hair and spent some time drying it off before throwing it up in a messy bun, changing into some comfy clothes before you headed out of your room. “Hey Dean. Could we make some Christmas cookies after dinner?”

You didn’t see him around in the kitchen though and the twins were playing in the family room.

“Dad’s outside with Paula,” said Ryan, pointing at the front door.

“She’s probably stopping by for her check in,” you said, watching the front door open. 

Something was wrong though based on both their faces when they came inside. Dean had his arms crossed and was frowning at Paula. He glanced at you and you saw him close his eyes. Paula tilted her head towards your room and your scrunched up your face.

Then you saw the empty duffel bag in her hand.

“You son of a bitch,” you said, storming over to Dean. “You-”

“Y/N,” said Paula, shoving the bag at you. “Please go pack your things.”

“Liar,” you said, Dean dropping his arms.

“I never-”

“Are the twins coming or not?” you asked Paula, getting a head shake from her. “You’re keeping them and getting rid of me. Yeah. You’re not a liar.”

“Things beyond our control are happening and this is part of that. Pack up your things,” said Paula.

“Am I coming back?” you asked. Paula looked away and you threw up your hands. “Am I ever going to see them again?”

“You’re technically a minor. It’s not-”

“So you stole my brother and sister, just like I said you would,” you said, throwing a fist at Dean. He caught it though and put his hands on your arms.

“I didn’t do this. I promise, I didn’t. I’ll get you back. I promise. I’ll figure it out,” he said.

“You’re a piece of shit,” you said, stomping on his foot.

“Y/N. That’s enough,” said Paula. “Now pack.”

“No,” said the twins, still hanging onto you tight out in the driveway half an hour later.

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna come back and get you guys as soon as I’m old enough,” you said. “It’s gonna be a little while okay?”

Paula had to help you peel them off, Dean wrapping an arm around them each to keep them from running back. 

“I will be back for them. Count on it.”

Two Years Later

“Kid, the door,” said Ben when you heard it ring. “The door!”

“I’m going!” you shouted back as you left your room. You were ready to grab whatever takeout he’d ordered for himself and his friends and throw it in his face. 

You were practically growling when you ripped the door open, blinking a few times at the sight in front of you.

“Happy birthday,” said Dean, his face afraid almost as he held out a card to you. You narrowed your eyes and went to slam the door in his face when two heads poked out from behind him. “Can we talk?”

“Hey guys,” you said, immediately getting tackled with hugs from the twins. “Been a while.”

“Dad wants to talk to you and please listen,” said Ryan.

“Yeah, please. Dad wants you to come home and so do we,” she said.

“Alright guys. Can you wait in the car for me? Whatever happens, you guys can hang out with Y/N after I’m done, okay?” he said. 

They nodded and went back to the car as you stepped outside. Dean took a seat on the front step and you did the same, Dean glancing back behind himself.

“This place is kind of a shithole,” he said.

“I’ve noticed,” you said, Dean holding out the card again. “You realize I fucking hate you, right?”

“I understand,” he said softly. “I never stopped loving you though.”

He let his finger graze over your wrist and tug on the bracelet you still wore there.

“Jo was pregnant,” said Dean. You took the card and set it aside, Dean tracing his finger over the bracelet. “She had me make this stupid bracelet. She read some parenting article or something, about father’s and kids. She thought it would be cute if I passed on something of mine to my first kid. But I never got to give it to them. I never even knew what it was it was so early. Only nine weeks in. I wanted a little girl so bad. I waited years to give this to my first child. I already lost the one and I lost you for two years. It hurt even worse this time when you left. I understand if you hate me and blame me and never forgive me. You have every right to think I abandoned you. But I gave this to you because you’re my daughter and the fact you kept it gives me a little bit of hope that you’ll give me another chance.”

“I’m sorry about your family,” you said, picking up the card. He was quiet as he moved his hand back to his lap. “I haven’t heard from you since that night.”

“I know. You were a minor. It wasn’t allowed,” he said, rubbing the heel of his palm. 

“Why are you here, Dean?”

“You’re eighteen today. You’re legally an adult,” he said, turning his head towards you.

“And?”

“And you can choose who you want to adopt you now,” he said. 

“You think I want to be adopted by you?” you scoffed. “You tell me your sob story so I’m what, more coercible?”

“I told you because you’re my child,” he said. “I want you to come home to us.”

“I don’t think that’s your-” you said before the front door opened.

“What the fuck are you doing, kid?” said Ben.

“Fuck off, Ben. Your damn pizza isn’t here,” you said, waving a hand back at him.

“Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing hanging out with men half your age?” asked Ben, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet.

“We were just talking. I’m-” said Dean before Ben was pointing a finger in Dean’s face.

“Stay away from this little slut if you know what’s good for you,” said Ben. You winced when Ben dug in harder, Dean scoffing. “Jail bait buddy. Go find a whore at a bar.”

“Listen, buddy,” said Dean, getting in Ben’s face and giving you a front seat view. “I’d let her go if you know what’s good for you.”

“Dean, just drop it. Ben’s a dick,” you said. “He doesn’t know any better.”

“Inside,” said Ben, shoving you back through the open doorway, causing you to trip. You stood up after a second and saw Ben glare at you, Dean glaring at him with a look to kill. “If you’re gonna act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like one.”

“You’re her foster dad,” said Dean.

“She’s money every month. It don’t cost much to keep them going. Now listen. Go on down to Harry’s bar and find a slut there, okay? Pretty guy like you shouldn’t even have to pay,” said Ben.

“I’m calling Paula,” you said as you rubbed your arm, going for your room when Ben grabbed the back of your shirt collar. He moved to slam the front door in Dean’s face but Dean caught it and pushed it back open. He shoved Ben away hard and stood in front of you. 

“That’s my daughter, fuckface,” said Dean as he took your hand. “We’ll come back for your stuff later.”

“That’s called kidnapping,” said Ben as he got closer.

“She is eighteen. Today’s her birthday since you obviously don’t know that. She can choose to go wherever she wants to now,” said Dean, glancing back at you. “I’m really assuming you don’t want to stay-”

You saw Ben go for a cheap shot when Dean wasn’t looking and you pushed him out of the way.

Unfortunately with the way Dean was holding your hand, he pulled you with him and the next thing you knew, your face hurt and you fell back on the ground. You didn’t feel your head smack the tile floor and realized there was something kind of soft under it, Dean’s leg if you had to guess.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” asked Dean to Ben as you sat up, Dean’s hands on your arms.

“My head hurts,” you said.

“You probably have a concussion,” said Dean. “Call the cops now, asshole.”

“I ain’t calling-” said Ben as Dean grumbled and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Hey!”

“Buddy, she gets hurt, the cops are gonna be the least of your fucking problems.”

“Mild concussion,” said the doctor at the hospital an hour later. “We’ll keep her a few hours to monitor. You know the drill.”

“Yes, I do,” said Dean with a sigh. “Thanks, Cas.”

“I’ll get you guys some extra ice cream,” he said with a wink. “I wish it was under better circumstances but it’s good to see you again, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you said, Cas leaving the room after a beat. You sighed and Dean took a seat on the edge of the bed, pushing up your sleeve to reveal the bruise Ben had left. 

“How long you been at Ben’s?” he asked.

“I went to a temporary place for a few weeks before I bounced around a lot. Only been a month,” you said, rubbing your arm. He lowered his head, raising it when Paula knocked and came inside.

“You said she was someplace safe,” said Dean.

“This is the first incident I’m aware of,” she said. “An incident you started by going to a foster child’s home.”

“She’s a fucking adult. She can have visitors,” he said. “I only went to talk to her.”

“About?” she asked.

“About adopting her,” he said. “No more of this. No more games. No more sack of shit in prison ruining her life. She is eighteen. I’ve been waiting for today for two years.”

“What are you talking about?” you said as you sat up.

“Your father-” said Dean.

“I don’t have a father,” you said.

“Your father’s hold over his parental rights was...complicated,” said Paula. “It was part of a deal he worked out to avoid a full blown murder charge. Part of that was he retained parental rights and that you were to be moved from foster homes every few months. I didn’t support it at all and tried to push back but he had information on other murder cases that was helpful so they were lenient with him.”

“The lawyers picked the cases over you. The moving around we guess was so that you’d be bitter and maybe reach other to your father. He claims now it was good when it was just you two. He only ever wanted to get rid of your mother and the twins apparently,” said Dean.

“Please leave. Both of you,” you said.

“I can’t,” said Dean. “I have to watch you. Concussion.”

“Whatever,” you said, turning on your side and staring at the wall. Paula left after a moment and you felt the bed dip some, Dean’s hand resting gently on your back.

“...His lawyer threatened to split up Rae and Ryan if we ever told you,” said Dean. 

“You adopted them, right?” you asked.

“Yeah. No one can take them away now,” he said and you nodded. “I wanted to tell you, sweetheart. Everyday I wanted to.”

You didn’t say anything, Dean pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“If you don’t want me anymore, I understand. But you can always see Rae and Ryan whenever you want. I will always come pick you up or you can go do things with them or you can stay with us. I don’t care if you never speak to me again. You can stay home, always,” he said.

“Stop talking, Dean,” you said.

He was silent after that, occasionally rubbing his hand up and down your back. You leaned into the touch and sighed.

“You still could have told me,” you said after a few minutes.

“I could have. Rae and Ryan’s adoption was dragged out until about last month. It was an incentive so we wouldn’t say anything,” said Dean.

“So my dad once again ruined my life so I would feel shitty enough to go see him and maybe have a relationship again. I hope someone kills him in there. I really hope someone does,” you said.

“He keeps hurting you. I don’t blame you for being angry,” said Dean, swallowing hard. “You eating enough? Getting enough sleep?”

“I guess,” you said quietly.

“How’s school?” he asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said.

“Paula said you’re getting bullied.”

“My whole life I get bullied, why should school be any different?” you said.

“We can fix that. We can fix all of it,” he said. 

“I knew you for three months, if that,” you said. “I’m not the same person and neither are you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad the twins have you. They’ll have a normal life. They were so little when they went to your house, they’ll never remember anything besides you. They’ll just remember a nice dad. But they’re too normal now and I’m too fucked up. I’m better off on my own, Dean.”

“I’m okay with starting over again,” he said. “I’ll start over as many times as we need to.”

You rolled to your back and looked up at him, Dean giving you a half-smile.

“I promised you that you’re always part of this family and I meant it,” he said. You sat up and stared at him, tears welling in your eyes. You glanced down at your bracelet and rubbed it, looking back at him. You gave him a small nod and he pulled you into a hug. 

You buried your face in his neck, Dean shushing you as you got his shirt wet.

“S’okay. You’ll be okay now, sweetheart. I promise.”

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A/N: Read Part 7 here!

[mermays98]

Here’s the One-shot I was going to do for Gruvia Weeks Day 5, but I ended up busy and only just finished it. Sorry it’s so late for gruvia week, but I hope you all will like it! Lots of love and thank you for reading! ^^ <3

Prompt: Heartache

Summary: Juvia goes into labor and as though Gray wasn’t already anxious enough, there are some complications.

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Gray sat by his wife as she laid on one of the white beds in the guild’s infirmary, waiting for Lady Porliusca to return with her supplies from her stock in the guild’s medical closet. Juvia’s breaths were heavy and uneven from her contractions and light sweat glistened on her forehead. She groaned with each contraction and would clench her teeth. Gray was anxious. He hated seeing Juvia in pain, but this time there was nothing he could do but sit with her and hold her hand.

 The ice mage grabbed a towel and cooled it in his hand before gently dabbing it at his wife’s forehead, wiping away the sweat. He grimaced at a particularly load groan from Juvia with her next contraction as they started getting more intense. He kept dabbing at her forehead, trying to keep his composure even though on the inside he was worried. Juvia’s temperature had started slowly dropping the last few hours and breathing had become a chore. If her temperature dropped to much it could be dangerous, and he couldn’t bear the thought. But he couldn’t think about it right now, for he had to be strong for Juvia and be her support through this, he had to believe that everything would be okay.

 A few painful contractions later, Porliusca had a small tub of warm water ready and had placed some towels under Juvia and some pillows behind her for comfort and to prop her up. She then went to the end of the bed with Wendy ready to help.

 “Alright Juvia, we’re ready when you are. Don’t rush it though, we want to make sure the delivery goes smoothly so he comes out okay.” The older woman gave her a look of assurance before positioning herself at the ready.

 Wendy stood ready with a towel by the small tub and gave a small smile of encouragement. Gray turned to his wife and kissed her cheek, lending her his hand.

“Ready to meet Azure..?” He gave her a slight smile.

 “Y-yes.. Juvia is ready..” She tries to smile back but grimaces at another contraction.

 After taking a few deep breaths Juvia started to push, crying out and squeezing the life out of Gray’s hand in the process, not that he would complain since she was in more pain than he was. She pushed again with an even tighter squeeze of his hand and tears began to pool in her dark blue eyes as more sweat trickled down her forehead. Her breaths were getting more ragged and by the third push they were starting to get faint. Gray’s brows started to knit together but he quickly stopped them, trying to keep any dark thoughts at bay.

 Juvia finally gave one last push with a loud cry of pain after what felt like ages of labor. Small cries filled the room as Porliusca held up a small, pink newborn with wisps of thick dark blue hair. Gray stared in awe at the small infant that was his and Juvia’s son, Azure. Wendy quickly wrapped the newborn in a towel to wipe him off before carefully cleaning him off in the small tub and wrapping him in a blanket. She had turned to hand little Azure to Juvia when she froze, sensing a life fading in the room.

 Gray’s breath caught at the look in the sky maiden’s eyes and he quickly turned to the beautiful water mage next to him. Her blue eyes were closed and she was paler than usual, but what caused the ice mage’s heart to freeze mid-beat in his chest, was the fact that she wasn’t breathing and her temperature had dropped a few degrees too low.

 Gray’s eyes were wide as he stared at his motionless wife.

 “Juvia...!!” He snapped himself out of his freeze and cupped her pale cheeks in his hands. “S-someone get me more blankets or something…!!”

He wraps a blanket around her and then another in attempt to warm her but she doesn’t budge or change even a little and his eyes start to pool with tears.

“J-juvia.. this is a joke right..? The world’s messing with me...?” He trembles, “L-look Juvia.. It’s our son... p-please... breath... just...” tears flow down his face as she doesn’t respond, “Just.. open your eyes..!!”

 “Her temperature has dropped too much! We need to bring it up and quick!” Porliusca is hurriedly getting the things she needs. “Wendy! Get him out of here!”

 Suddenly small hands pull on his arms, and start to tug him out of the room, a determined look in Wendy’s eyes as she also tries to hold back tears and Porliusca rushes to start emergency treatment.

 “Gray-san, I’m truly sorry but, we need you to wait out here while we help Juvia-san..!”

 “N-No..!! Let me be with her..! Juvia!!!” he tries to fight her but gives up when a teary-eyed Erza gives him a punch to the gut to get him to comply.

“I-It’s easier for them to help her if you’re not in there making a fuss..” the red-head grits out.

She holds the ice mage in her grip while Wendy rushes back in to help Porliusca with emergency treatment. Gray stops fighting and lets Erza push him into a seat. The red-head sits next to him and rubs his back.

“She’ll be okay, Gray. Juvia is strong and she has Porliusca and Wendy to take care of her…”

Gray remains silent as he sits, his chin rested on his hands as tears uncontrollably spill over down his cheeks. All his mind can think is Not her.. So many of those he loved and cared about had died and he couldn’t bare losing them, but he couldn’t even imagine his life without Juvia now. Since Juvia joined Fairy Tail she had always been there even when he pushed her away and eventually they started partnering up for jobs and fights as their magic was very compatible. He had grown to deeply care for her and wanted to protect her most no matter what. His mind and vision clouded with memories…

When Juvia came to join Fairy Tail,

“H-hello, Gray-sama..!”

He turned to the familiar voice to see the blue-haired water mage he had fought not too long ago, “You’re Juvia from Phantom Lord.”

“Well, Phantom Lord is disbanded and everyone’s gone their separate ways..” Juvia fidgets, “So Juvia has nowhere to go…”

He chuckles looking at her, “And let me guess.. You want to join Fairy Tail?”

She smiles brightly at him, “Yes! Juvia does!”

“Haha, I’ll talk to our master about it..”

“Gray-sama is so kind..!”

~After the battle of the Tower of Heaven~

“Meet our new guild member, Juvia Lockser!” Makorav motions over to the said water-mage who bows her head with a brilliant smile on her lips.

“Juvia is glad to be a part of Fairy Tail!”

“Haha, I see you did join.” Gray smiled at her who smiled happily.

There first Unison Raid,

“Juvia… I need you’re assistance, it’s part of Master’s plan.”

“Okay, Gray-sama!”

He continued, “I knew from our fight when we first met that our magic is very compatible.”

“Compatible?!” She blushed, her mind ran wild with her imagination.

“We can do a Unison Raid.” He held his hand out to her, “Help me, Juvia”

“Okay..”

Her cheeks a pink hue, she placed her gloved hand in his and in synchronized movements they held each other’s hands tight as he held her and joined their magic together into a powerful Unison attack of water and ice..

Tenrou Island when Ultear tried to kill her,

The blade in Ultears hand was flying downwards towards Juvia’s unconscious form when Gray got there just in time to block it with ice. In Ultear’s moment of shock he quickly used his ice to get to Juvia and get her away from the time-mage, holding her close in his arms as he glares at Ul’s daughter..

The fight with the dragons...

Lyon’s voice cried out towards the water-mage as a powerful beam came straight for her. Gray stared in horror and shoved her down quickly when the beam then struck him instead. His face distorted in shock and pain as a few more beams struck him to the ground,

“H-huh..”

“GRAY-SAMA!!!”

“J-Juvia…” Tears continued to stream harder down his cheeks.

All the small things..

“Gray-sama.. Juvia made you sweet bread, they’re called Gray Buns!”

“Err, I don’t like to eat anything with my face on it..”

“Juvia thought you may say that.. So Juvia also made you some Juvia buns! And Juvia can have the Gray ones…”

“W-well.. Since you went through the trouble.. I suppose I’ll try one..”

“Gray-sama! Juvia made you a scarf for our anniversary!”

“Juvia apologizes for earlier but.. Juvia wants to give you her body pillow!”

They’re moments of sadness..

“The one who killed the necromancer controlling your father… was Juvia..!” her eyes teared up, “J-juvia.. no longer has the right to love Gray-sama… Juvia... killed your father..!”

“It was you… It was you?!” he collapsed in her arms, “Thank you…” sob, “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry…”

“Juvia will live on within you, that is way you mustn’t feel sad.. Because Juvia’s life will forever and always belong only to you… Gray-sama..”

And they’re times of sheer happiness...

“What about Juvia’s body..?”

“Well... err... I care about it... cause it’s mine… yeah...”

“The beach with Gray-sama?! Juvia would love to go!”

“Juvia, you forgot to remove the tag on your swimsuit…” “Eehh?! Again?”

“Juvia.. wanna get some lunch?” “Of course, Gray-sama!”

“Happy Birthday Gray-sama..! Juvia was able to make you a cake, with the other’s help hehe”

“J-juvia... Err... I’m not good at these things... Um…” He cleared his throat and took both her smooth hands in his, “Juvia I care about you.. always have, even though I pushed you away in the beginning… But with everything we’ve been through together, the time we’ve spent with each other… I realized that no matter what, you will never leave my side, and I never want to leave yours either…” He opened a small box presenting a beautiful ring molded from his never-melting ice, “Will you stay by my side forever, as my partner and my wife..?”

Her eyes teared up and she gave her most brilliant smile, “Yes...! Juvia would love to...”

He smiled and pulled her into a passionate kiss on her soft lips and slipped the ring he’d created for her onto her left-hand ring finger.

~Wedding day~

Nerves, nerves, so many nerves. When she came into view at the end of the aisle in a beautiful white dress that trailed behind her and slit up her leg, he was a bundle of nerves and his breath had caught at the beauty before him with her radiant smile and soft blue waves in a bundle on her head. He couldn’t breathe. She reached him at the alter and took his hand in her own and he finally managed a breath.

A few vows and some words from the minister later, they said the words “I Do” and were announced as husband and wife and he had kissed her with all he had, not caring that there was a crowd of their friends around them, unlike his usual feelings. He was happy.

Gray wiped the tears from his face, feeling the familiar warmth of their wedding day and the days after. The love, every kiss, every touch, every caress and whisper of words only uttered between themselves and in private as they made love to each other over and again, as they teased each other and as they made up after a fight, and again when she announced she was pregnant with their son. Their son that he might end up raising alone.. He grit his teeth as he tried to hold back another wave of tears and the ache in his heart. He couldn’t do this without her. He didn’t want to do it without her. They created the baby boy in there together, and Juvia’s been so happy with the idea of being a mother, he wanted her to have that and he wanted to do it with her.

Suddenly the infirmary doors opened and Porliusca stepped out and gave him a look of reassurance.

“Juvia is alright, Gray, we were able to bring her temperature up just in time and Wendy’s healing helped quite a bit as well, she is okay and awake.” She looked up at him, “I have come to the conclusion that the cause of Juvia’s temperature dropping was because the baby takes after his father in magic.” She gave a rare chuckle.

“I told you she’d be okay, Gray.” Erza smiled at him, wiping her own tears despite herself. The requip-mage was also afraid of the possible loss of her friend, especially for the sake of Gray and their newborn son.

Erza is right, Juvia is strong and she wouldn’t let anything take her away from him and their new son, and Porliusca isn’t Fairy Tail’s doctor for nothing, she is good with medicine and treatments, and Wendy is an exceptional healer.. The man laughed at himself. Of course she would be okay… He wiped his eyes and stood from his seat, Erza staying behind to let them have their moment before everyone else came in to greet the new member of the family.

He thanked Porliusca and entered the infirmary. Closing the doors behind him he stopped in place at the sight of his wife, glowing and healthy again, sitting up with their small son in her arms nursing from her breast, a loving smile on her face as she looked at him. At the sound of the doors shutting, her dark blue eyes looked up meeting his and he just about melted. She was there with their newborn and smiling at him with that pretty smile of hers. His eyes teared up for what felt like the tenth time today and he chuckled to himself.

“Heh… Look what you’ve done to me, Juvia…”

“What was that, Gray-sama?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing.”

He dabbed at his eyes and smiled at his beautiful wife before running to her side and gently engulfing his little family in his arms, planting a light kiss to his son’s head and then a deeper kiss on Juvia’s lips. He kissed the life out of her, conveying all his emotions; his fear that he had almost lost her, his ever-growing love and thankfulness for her, and his happiness that they’re together and get to love and raise their beautiful baby boy as a team.

After a moment he pulled away and kissed her forehead before looking down at their new addition and smiling. Azure’s tiny hand was balled into a little fist as he suckled his mother’s breast. Sensing his father’s gaze, the little boy’s dark eyes blinked, and he turned his head to look at Gray. He smiled a little and made a gurgly squeak at his father, wrapping his hand around one of Gray’s finger’s. The ice-mage chuckles.

“So you’re gonna be an ice-mage like me huh...?”

“He is?”

“Lady Porliusca said that the cause of your temperature dropping as much as it did was cause of his magic...”

She stared at the small boy in her arms and smiled, “A little ice wizard, huh...”

“Haha, yeah...”

He moved his hand that wasn’t in Azure’s grip to his son’s soft dark blue hair and Azure happily leaned into his father’s touch, shoving a tiny fist into his mouth while Juvia fixed her top.

“Would Gray-sama like to hold him?”

He looked up at her and a smile spread on his lips, “I would love to.”

She lifted Azure up in her arms and turned a little to Gray’s ready arms. Well, sort of ready, he wasn’t sure how to hold his arms. She giggled and moved Azure to just one of her arms while she used the other to guide her husband’s arms into a proper baby-holding position, then carefully laid Azure into his father’s embrace. Gray kissed her cheek and held his son close, looking at him in amazement. He was so small and light, his features soft and rounded and his eyes dark as they hadn’t settled on their color yet. Juvia leaned on his shoulder, resting against him and Azure cuddles into his arms and chest ready to fall asleep. The feeling of sitting with his wife as his newborn son is cuddling to him and falling asleep in his arms for the first time makes his heart swell with a new ache; the love of a husband for his beautiful Juvia, and of a father to his adorable son, Azure. He turned slightly and gently kissed the top of Juvia’s head before he murmured into her hair,

“I love you, Juvia…”

“I love you too, Gray-sama…”

“Thank you… for loving me and giving me this beautiful family…”

She smiled softly with a pink hue to her cheeks as she lifted her head just in time for his full lips to meet hers in a loving kiss of a new life.

~The End~

[cry-away-the-monsters]

Deacon stares back at Springtrap when the rabbit glares at him, partially glad that that seems to have gotten through to him. He stands up along with Springtrap, thinking for a moment in response to Springtrap’s question. He shuts his eyes in thought. “Top floor, door on your right...they have a few other tenants around, so you’ll have to be careful about being angry. I know that’s easier said than done, but still,” he answers, gesturing in the direction of their apartment.

He knows Springtrap’s about to take off, so for now he picks up Angel’s rings and beanie, figuring Springtrap’s probably about to take off without them. He does follow the rabbit though, quickly running toward the apartment while he puts Angel’s rings in his pocket and keeps her beanie in his hands. With Springtrap running a lot faster than he does, he’s bound to get there first, so while Deacon hurries, he figures Springtrap will be fine on his own. He just hoped Springtrap doesn’t take his words to heart...he didn’t want to be as harsh as he was, but he had to snap Springtrap out of it in any way he could. He had to do what he could to get him out of that state...he wasn’t about to let Angel be lost over some crackrabbit. Not if he could say or do something about it. While Springtrap runs off to Aerin’s, people in the streets see the panicking rabbit and either back away or just stand and stare. His presence was slowly becoming more and more known around town, so seeing the rabbit married to Angel running around like that made them worry in some manner.

Something was wrong, they could tell...but they didn’t know what.

Once Springtrap does reach Aerin’s and gets to their door, they open it pretty much as soon as they hear him up the stairs, the right side of their nose plugged up with a tissue, a blanket around their shoulders, and a white ferret around their shoulders. They stare at the rabbit and quickly sense something is wrong, furrowing their brow slightly. They sense his panic and step aside to let him in, wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of plaid pyjama pants, their hair tied back in a bun while they let out a small “hm”.

“What happened to her?” they ask, gathering from his panic that something happened to Angel. He always freaked out whenever something happened to her or he was afraid something happened, so they don’t need much else to go off of to get that something went wrong with her.

———————

Hearing Glitchtrap punch the wall right next to her head, Angel shrieks and cries even harder, gasping sharply when Glitchtrap yanks her closer. Her eyes snap wide open when he does so, staring him directly in the face while she grabs at the collar and continues to struggle. She glances at Vanny when she leaves to retrieve a box, then back at Glitchtrap. Cassidy, seeing what’s happening, growls and grips Angel’s shoulder tighter...

Angel continues to stare...but nothing happens. Nothing. Not even for a brief moment does her fear go down or her panicked state settle...she only seems to panic more, seeing the same purple eyes she’d seen in the game. As hypnotic as they may be, they don’t affect her, her eyes squeezing shut as she grabs at his hand and tries to push it away, trying to pull away from him as her wails and sobs go down to quiet cries, her words of defiance catching in her throat while she whimpers. Sniffling softly, she lowers her head and lessens her struggling, thoughts of her father and Luke running through her mind...

Luke had kidnapped her once too...her parents just never pressed charges. He took her away from her home in the middle of the night, abused her, and kept her at his home until the next day, when her parents simply gave him a slap on the wrist and his parents didn’t even know or care what really happened. They just knew some harlot was at the door...and they didn’t care. She was left to cry alone in her closet.

“...p-please...” she whimpers hoarsely, looking at him again, the theory of her inability be hypnotised only solidifying as she looks over his face, every part of his face and eyes, and doesn’t react any differently. “Please...just...stop, I-I...please, I don’t...I-I-I don’t want this, p-please, Glitch...they’re not...th-they’re not your children...th-they’re Springtrap’s, a-and...you...you can y-yell, scream, hit me a-all...all you want, b-but...you’ll never break m-me down...Luke never c-could fully, and...you...y-you never will...” she whimpers, shaking wildly, her breathing remaining uneven, her face burning from how hot her tears are. Her large hazel eyes stare at him even more, fear and worry filling them. “Please...j-just...let me go...I-I-I don’t want anyone t-to be hurt...” she pleads, whining and shaking even more. She keeps wanting to push away, but she’s completely frozen, her panic making her lightheaded and unable to move away.

Vanny soon returns with the box, setting it next to Angel on the bed and grinning under the mask...though her grin fades when she realises something. “...what the?” she mutters, seeing Angel stare directly at Glitchtrap...and not be affected...not in the slightest. “How...what?!” she squeaks confusedly, stepping back. “That’s...that’s just wrong. What the...how?! How are you resisting him?! What’s wrong with you?!” she yells. Okay. Glitch has to be letting her go now. He has to. If he can’t hypnotise her...wait. “Does the box work?!” she asks.

Even if the box is set off...nothing seems to get through. He literally can’t get to her.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

@cry-away-the-monsters

[spencerxreiders]

Black Dress (Reid x Reader)

Title: Black Dress

Rating: T

Warnings: kidnapping, slight torture,

Word Count: 2005

Summary: A psychotic Unsub hellbent on ruining the idea of marriage kidnaps you, leaving your husband in shambles as he and the team search to you. Are you really ok after the whole ordeal?

A/N: longest oneshot I've ever written omg I'm so excited ! Please share if you enjoy :3 http://www.deerpearlflowers.com/25-gorgeous-black-wedding-dresses/ Also, the second or third dress from that list is what I hand in mind for the dress in the fic x

•••••• "Say. You're. Sorry!" your captor screamed.

"No. Way!" you spat back in an equally aggressive tone. "If only your little team could see you now, huh, Agent L/N?" You rolled your eyes in response. "You won't get away with this," you glowered, trying yet again to wriggle out of the ropes that bound your hands above your head.

"Watch me," he responded coldly, turning leave the secluded room. You had been kidnapped by an unsub who had been kidnapping married women between 20 and 30 years old. All the girls were found in black wedding dresses, with their hearts cut out. After cutting out the organ, the Unsub would stuff tissues in the wound before sewing them back up.

The team had profiled the unsub as a white male in his 30's who's wife had divorced him, and if that didn't describe Patrick Walters, you didn't know what would. The man was quite literally a psychopath.

He hadn't changed you into the dress yet, but by the large sums of black materials ranging from lace to tulle on a nearby table, you assumed it wouldn't be long. It had been at least 36 hours since he'd attacked you outside your hotel room, so you were hopeful that it wouldn't be much longer before your friends found him.

You weren't aware, however, of how truly frantic your team was. Patrick usually kept the girls for 9 days, meaning they were running on time. "How hard is it to find a file in an alphabetized cabinet?" Reid practically shrieked at one of the town's detectives. "S-sorry," the intern stammered, handing over the long awaited files.

"Reid, calm down," Morgan tried to comfort, resting a hand on his shoulder. ""Calm down"? My wife is out there, alone and afraid, with this guy is doing God-knows-what to her, and you want me to "calm down"? When hell freezes over, yeah sure," Reid spat, walking away from his friend.

Morgan heard Emily sigh from behind him. "It's eating him alive," she commented, referencing to Spencer. "What if- what if we don't find her?" Morgan asked, avoiding her gaze. "We will find her. We will."

For Reid's sake, he hoped she was right.

•••

"It's time, agent," Patrick smirked as he entered the room. In his arms was a rather ornately decorated box. "For what?" you asked, eyeing the box suspiciously. "For your fitting," he laughed cruelly. He made his way over to you, using a pocket knife to cut your shirt open down the center. He ripped at the material until it sank to the ground, kicking it out of the way.

He then placed the knife under the fabric in the middle of your bra, ridding you of that as well. Your breath hitched as the blade grazed your exposed skin. The lingerie joined your ruined shirt on the ground as you began to feel so much more exposed.

He simply unbuttoned your pants and slid them down your legs after putting the knife back into his pocket. Thankfully he left your panties on, however, you still wanted a top of some kind.

Patrick pulled out a measuring tape and wrapped it around your bust, waist, and hips before getting your height. "The dress should fit perfectly," he muttered, running his hands down your sides before rushing to the box.

You could only shudder in response as you stayed in a horrified silence. "What do you think?" he asked, his tone airy as he held up the dress from the box. The dress was a black satin gown with decorated tiers, which looked torn at the edges. "Ready, agent?" he said with a smirk, walking towards you.

Needless to say, you weren't.

•••

"Found an address!" Penelope rushed out, walking briskly into the room. "Patrick Walters: he's in his 30's, and his wedding dress boutique was just put out of business. He was recorded as being physically abusive towards his employees. He went through a few years of medical school when he met Jessica Greggs. She divorced him 3 months ago, when the first girl went missing."

"Where is he now?" Hotch asked, voicing everyone's thoughts. "7582 Walnut Lane," Gracia said with a nod. "He works from home," she added. "We're going to check it out," he said, ushering the team to follow him to the SUVs. Penelope stopped Derek by placing her palm against his shoulder.

"Bring her home, ok?" He smiled down at her, taking her hand in his to give it a kiss. "You know it, Baby-Girl," he assured before following the rest of the team. Penelope smiled sadly, trusting them to bring her little ray of sunshine back.

•••

"Reid, what's up?" Emily asked him, glancing away from the road to the profiler in the passenger seat. She and Reid were in the second vehicle following the other closely. "If something happens to her, I- I don't think I can live with that," he confessed shakily, wincing at the thought of those girls.

"It'll be okay, we're on our way to save her," Emily reassured, giving him a short smile. "She knows you love her. And don't you know how much she loves you?" Spencer smiled sadly, twisting his ring anxiously. "But we need your head in this, ok?" "Anything to save Y/N," he said firmly, a look of determination replacing his tearful eyes.

•••

Walters shimmied the dress up your body,zipping it in the back. With extreme care, he brushed your hair and put in a bun, smiling proudly. He then pulled out a bag, which contained makeup products.

It didn't take him long to finish your look, giving you a deep maroon smoky eye, sharp contour, and a dark red lip. He held a mirror up to you, and you gasped at the sight. "Don't need this anymore," he grinned, pulling your wedding ring off of your finger. You screamed in defiance, flailing desperately. "Shut up, whore!" he cried, punching you in the stomach. You groaned as more hits came your way, surely leaving bruises.

With an immediate peaceful smile, he rushed to his camera. The familiar "snap" echoed throughout your foggy mind, and you could only protest hoarsely. "Shhh, agent, it's our big day," he whispered, although you could hear him. "You're so beautiful.."

Suddenly, the door burst open. "FBI! On the ground!" Morgan shouted, aiming his gun at Walters. Walters complied, dropping to his knees. As he had his rights read to him, Reid rushed over to you, swiftly untying the ropes.

You dropped to the floor, the dress's skirt practically swallowing you whole. "You know, I think I liked my first dress better," you rasped jokingly, feeling tears prickle at the back of your eyes. Spencer dropped to the floor in front of you and held his arms open invitingly.

"You're not afraid of the germs?" Despite your lighthearted teasing, the crack in your voice let him know how broken you truly felt. "Y/N, come here," he whispered, wincing as you practically threw yourself into his embrace.

Sobs wracked your beaten body as Spencer held onto you tightly, swearing up and down that it was alright now. "Spencer?" Your voice came out barely a whisper. "Yes?" "Thank you for coming," you said, burying your head in his chest.

Medics arrived and pried you away from Reid, no matter how much you argued. "I'm f-fine!" "Mrs. Reid, now," he demanded. You shook your head and ignored the medic, walking to Hotch instead. "Would it be possible to wait and go to a hospital at home, sir?" He nodded solemnly. "At least let Emily and JJ look you over while you change, though."

Soon, the three of you were huddled in a bathroom, the dress since discarded. "Here's your go-bag," JJ smiled softly, helping you into your new garments. "Thanks," you replied, promising to make it up to them later.

"Guys, I love you," you whimpered after changing , pulling them into a hug. "We love you," Emily assured. "We were worried!" You smiled and wiped away a few stray tears. "Guess, it's time to head home, huh?" The girls nodded, JJ choosing to help support you as you went to the vehicles.

•••

The ride to the jet was uneventful. At least, on the outside.

As reality of what had happened to you set in, you began to feel a heavy weight in your chest. All you wanted was to go home, shower, cry, and sleep. However, you still had a few hours before that could happen.

The SUVs pulled to a stop and this time it was Spencer who escorted you to the couch. Your other teammates gave you pitiful smiles as they walked past, soon forgetting about any problems that were faced: some drifted into a restful sleep, some put on their headphones, and others delved into a book.

The sound of Reid turning pages prevented you from getting any sleep, but you doubted you would have gotten any anyway. The way Patrick's hands had lingered at your waist made you cringe, and how exposed to him you had been..

Tears began silently slipping down your cheeks, and you hurriedly stood to go to the bathroom, almost tripping over your weakened legs. Spencer was quick to follow, gently rapping his knuckles against the door. You stayed silent, holding your breath in hopes that he would be discouraged and leave.

You were to have no such luck, apparently, because he continued. "Y/N? Are you ok?" he asked quietly. "I'm fine!" The crack in your voice lead him to think otherwise. "I'm a profiler," he reminded. "Please let me come in," he pleaded. You finally relented, opening the door to the small bathroom. The two of you were cramped together, your eyes avoiding his chocolate ones.

"I didn't think I'd be this upset," you muttered with a shallow laugh. "I was a bit shaken up, but nothing I couldn't handle. And then, when we were in the car, and I was the only one in the backseat,I finally knew what all our victims felt." "You were in shock," he said simply, watching tears spill from your eyes.

"I could've protected myself better. I was too vulnerable," you rasped out, wiping away aforementioned tears. "No, hey, it's ok, don't go there," he whispered, pulling you into his chest. You a familiar comfort in the scent of his cologne before wrapping your arms around him as well. He kept an arm around your waist as he brought the other up to cradle the back of your head.

"Spencer? Are you mad that he took my ring?" The "trivial" question had been on your mind since it happened, and it felt like such a relief to voice the concern. "What?! No, sweetheart, I don't care about a ring. I just want you to be safe at home with me." His lips pressed against your hair, making you melt into him further.

"I love you," you mumbled, pulling back to fun your fingers over his face. "I love you too, no matter what. You're my wife, my best friend, my one and only. We can find a new ring, but I can't find a new you," he smiled softly, capturing your lips in a long awaited kiss.

"We're almost home, baby. And when we get there, I'm going to give you a bath, and we'll do whatever we feel like, ok?" His words made you smile as you leaned into his embrace, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," you whispered. "You're more than welcome, my love."

Yes, you knew that recovery wouldn't happen overnight, but you believed it would go a lot faster with Spencer by your side. You were afraid that the black dress would ruin memories of your own wedding for you, but later that night as Spencer held you against his chest in the bathtub, you realized you had nothing to worry about. Your marriage wasn't about a ceremony, it was about the life after.

[schninner-writes-some-stuff]

Terrible Things (Dick Grayson X Reader)

 Song story for “Terrible Things” By: Mayday Parade

Schninner: Okay guys, first song imagine thing, so I apologize if this is no good. This is also not requested, I listened to the song and I thought, “How can I make this even more heartbreaking?” XD

Tagging @the-singing-canary​ and the angst queen @maruthor​ as well as @preppygothica​  @angstytodd​ @batlog​ @cuddles-for-cassie​

(The “reader” is female)

Key: [F/F] Favorite Flower [N/N] Nick name [H/T] Hair type

Warnings: swearing, angst, and deathlyness

Word count: 2492

Master List

By the time I was your age, I'd give anything To fall in love truly, was all I could think That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams The most beautiful woman, that I'd ever seen

Dick Grayson let his eyes wander across the cafe as he waited for his coffee. His rubbed his sleep deprived blue eyes and let out a loud yawn, running his fingers through his dirty raven black hair. He was a hot mess, with his greasy hair, messy and ripped jeans, and wearing a shirt that was two sizes too large.

He groggily scratched his stubbled chin as he quickly observed each new and unfamiliar face, and froze when he saw yours. You were seated at a booth, a cup of coffee in one hand, and your other dancing across the keyboard of your laptop. Your [H/C] hair was tied up in a messy bun with your [E/C] eyes staring intensely at your screen. His breath hitched as he took in your appearance. You were perfect.

He watched you as you leaned back in your seat, rubbing your own bags from under your eyes and bringing the coffee to your lips, and raising your eyes to meet his.  He quickly turned around, his cheeks flushed to a bright crimson, while his heart thumped quickly. He swore softly under his breath.

How long had he been staring?

That’s when he felt a light tap on his shoulder, he turned around, only to find himself in the presence of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She said, "Boy, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I can't help but notice, you're staring at me. I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe, I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me." Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things.

You had an atmosphere of confidence around you, with a sly smile on your face, you stuck your hand out for him to shake.

“[F/N] [L/N], now, it’s been wonderful having someone good looking as your self-checking me out, but what if we got to know each other a little better?”

His eyes widened as he became all too aware of how much of a mess he was. But he managed to talk in semi-complete sentences.

“Richard- err- Dick Grayson, and I, um, you know, there's a possibility, err- I’m interested. “

Your smile only seemed to grow larger at his flustered behavior.

“Great! Can I see your phone?”

“My… Phone…?” he questioned slowly pulling out his cellular device

You rolled your eyes, “For my number? So we can, ya know, make a date?”

“Right! Of course!” he said a bit to eagerly. He silently cursed himself as he watched you punched your number in his phone. You handed it back to him, “Great! Well, I’ll be talking to you soon ‘Dick Grayson.’”

His eyes trailed after you, observing your every movement at you picked up you bag and walked out of the coffee.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, never in his whole life had he been so sure, that he was in love.

Now, most of the time we'd have too much to drink And we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything Too young to notice, and too dumb to care Love was a story that couldn't compare.

The night was cool and crisp, the summer breeze kissing your cheeks as cries of laughter silenced the singing crickets.

“Dick!” You shrieked, squirming in your boyfriend’s arms. “Unhand me you fiend!”

You kicked your legs in the air, giggling uncontrollably.

Dick nuzzled his face into your [H/T] [H/C] his deep and jovial voice ringing in your ear, “Now, why would I do that?”

His warm arms hugging your elevated body even closer to him.

You dramatically puffed your cheeks out into a childish pout, sending a chuckle to escape Dick’s lips.

“Well, if you don’t put me down, I’ll-”

Dick lost balance, falling to the ground, and rolling down the hill with you still in his arms. Down you two went, descending on the gently sloping grassy hill until you both van to a stop at the bottom. Dick’s arms still wrapped protectively around you.

The only sound heard was your heavy breathing, that is until you filled the silence with amused laughter.

You rolled off of your boyfriend, clutching your stomach as the fits of giggles continued.

“Great job there Romeo!” you managed to tell him between breaths.

Dick blushed bright pink, and laughed along.

Hours passed by, you two laughing, pointing at the stars, and making up constellations. peaceful silence settled on both of you, when you decide to Roll over on top of your boyfriend.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't shake you off. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed in thought as you gently began to play with the ends of his raven black hair.

“Everything alright [F/N]?” he asked, concern filling his voice.

“Yes, it’s just that- I kinda - you know- what I’m trying to say is-” you heaved a large and anxious sigh, hesitantly pulling your hand away from his hair.

“I love you. I love you Dick Grayson.”

Dick’s eyes grew in shock at the sudden confession, he your words sink in, warming him up from head to toe, before answering with a cocky grin on his face.

“Well, that's good,” he stated, gaining a raised eyebrow from you.

He quickly lifted his head, sealing your lips with his in a long breathless kiss.

“Cause I love you too.”

I said, "Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now, I'm asking you, please. You know that I love you, will you marry me?"

It had been several years since you and Dick had started seeing each other, every year having its ups and downs, but you two had always managed to make things right again.

This, to say the least, was probably not one of your highest points.

Dick had angrily left your shared apartment, with you cursing his name, sending bitter words his way.

That night you saw him on the news, watched as he, as Nightwing, took on several assailants at once, leaving him broken and scarred, but he would not back down.

You held your breathe, and sobbed as you watched as he was tossed aside like a rag doll, cursing your sf for being so harsh to him before.

Batman and Robin, along with Red Robin and Red Hood showed up at the scene before any mortal injury could be done to your Night wing.

You turned the TV off and waited with baited breatge1, watching the front door for any sign of movement. Several hours passed before the door opened up to Dick in his civilian clothes. With his arm in a sling and several cuts and bruises across his face.

In a heartbeat, without thinking, you leapt up and ran to him, embracing your boyfriend tightly while sobbing.

“Ow ow ow ow! Broken Ribs! Broken Ribs!” he groaned, inhaling sharply at the sudden burst of pain.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, loosening your hold on the vigilante, but still keeping him in your arms, “I’m so sorry Dick, I didn’t mean what I said, and when you were out their fighting today, I thought- I thought…”

You trailed off, with new sobs reaching your throat.

Dick hushed you, while stroking your [H/C] hair with his good hand. “Hey, it’s okay! I’m alive and breathing! Besides, you can't get rid of me that easily.”

You looked up from his chest to those azure eyes that you loved oh so much.

“I love you.” you told him, your eyes wet and puffy from crying.

“I love you to [F/N],” he said, a sudden look of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he were debating something.

“Ahh, what the hell.” he said, carefully breaking the embrace and kneeling to the ground.

“Dick, what are you-” You gasped once you saw what he was awkwardly fumbling for. A small black box.

“Oh my gosh!” you breathlessly exclaimed, holding your hands up to you face as Dick managed to open up the box with his only available hand. A gold ring with pale [F/C] diamonds sat on a red cushion.

“[F/N], I love you, and can’t imagine my life without you in it, so,” he swallowed hard, beads of nervous sweat appeared on his brow, “I guess what I’m trying to ask you, is… Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” you said, kneeling down in front of him so he wouldn’t strain himself more than he already had. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you held his in your hands, pulling him into many breathless kisses.

Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things You'll learn, one day, I'll hope and I'll pray, That God shows you differently.

Several more years passed by in a blink of an eye. You were now Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, with a quaint, but nice condo with plans to start a family of your very own. And that’s when the migraines came. They started off as small headaches, but gradually became more frequent and painful. You had dismissed them, not bothering to tell Dick, no need for him to get worried over nothing, right?

Wrong.

Dick had noticed your frequent use of ibuprofen and the constant rubbing of your temples with an agonized expression.

He sat next to you on your couch, where you had sat to save yourself from passing out, the pain was just that unbearable. He gently wrapped his large arms around your body, hugging you close to him. You melted into his embrace, burrowing your head into the crook of his arm.

“Your hurting, aren’t you?” He softly said into your hair.

You nodded your head slowly with your eyes still closed, letting out a quite whimper, “yes.”

“It’s okay,” He said kissing your head, “We’re going to go get help, bring you to a doctor, and they’re going to fix you right up.”

You opened your eyes and smiled at your husband, nodding your head, “Your right, I’ll be as good as new.”

But of course, you were both wrong.

She said, "Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks. Please, don't be sad now, I really believe, You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

A Brain tumor.

That’s what the doctor had said you nearly 7 months ago. Surgery was out of the question; it was much too large for that. They had told you that the only thing they could do for you, was give you medication for the pain.

“Two more weeks”

The dreadful words bounced through Dick’s mind. You two had gone in for your monthly check up, only to find that the tumor was growing at alarming rate, so much so, that you only had about 1 or 2 weeks at best, until you were gone.

“I’ll let you two talk it out, please, take all the time you need.” The doctor said with gentle kindness, leaving the room to you and your husband.

Two weeks.

Tears shot into Dick’s eyes, as he pulled you into a bear hug. Two weeks was not enough, you two were supposed to grow old together, start a family, you were supposed to live together. But all of that was gone.

“Hey, it’ okay.” You said, rubbing his back with one hand while stroking his hair with the other. “We’ll make it through this, just like we always do.”

“How?!” Dick exclaimed, anger suddenly raising in his voice, “You heard what the doctor said, 1 week, two at best. And then all of this,” he gestured to their surroundings “it’s all over! It’s almost as if it were for nothing!”

He was pissed, not at you, but at the world, at fate, at himself because he couldn't do a damn thing to help you! All he could do was sit and watch as you slowly whither away.

“Hey,” you calmly said, placing your palms on either side of his face, “don’t say that, don’t say that we were meant for nothing.” your voice cracking as your calm and collective mask disappearing and large tears welling in your eyes. “This was no mistake. Because You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, “the only thing I regret is putting you through all this.”

New tears emerged to replace the old ones. “I’m sorry Dick!”

Dick’s heart sunk, in his chest as he watched the tears stream down your face, he reached out and brushed the ears from your face, before pulling you close.

“No [F/N], I’m sorry.” He squeezed you tightly, breathing in your scent, “I never regret meeting you, or falling in love with you, you made my life worth living.”

“I love you,” You heaved into his chest, clutching tightly to his biceps.

Tears fell from his eyes onto your hair, “I love you too.”

Slow, so slow I fell to the ground on my knees.

The cool crisp fall air caressed Dick’s cheek as he stood in front of your headstone.  

Gone.

Just like that.

Barely made it a week before you drifted off in your sleep.

“Hey, [N/N], I-I brought you something.” His voice cracking with emotion.

“They’re [F/F],” He said shakily, “Your favorite, and I cleaned out the house to today.” HIs hand shook as he reached into his pocket, “I found-” He sniffed and let out a short chuckle, unfolding the photograph. “It’s a picture of us on our wedding day,” tears were streaming down his face as new sobs raked through his body, he pointed a cold finger at the image of you, you two were shoving cake into each other’s face.

“Y-you had smeared it all in my hair, I was washing frosting out for nearly a week-” a cry escaped his lips, shaking his body and sending him crashing to the cold ground. He clawed at the ground, his chest heaved and filled with sorrow.

“I can’t!” he wailed.

“I can’t do this anymore!’

So don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose If you're given the choice, then I beg you to choose To walk away, walk away, don't let her get you. I can't bear to see the same happen to you.

“I need you here, with me. I can’t go on without you!” Tears splattered to the ground.

“Please [F/N], I miss you.”

Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things