Ryan Ross Imagines [✔️]

#11: You Keep Me Alive (requested)

this imagine was requested by @littlelottedaae

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*slight trigger warning. stay safe*

*Ashley's pov*

"Ashley?" I heard Ryan say, knocking on my bedroom door. I'm felt a little better hearing his voice. Good thing I asked him to come over.

"C-come in," I said, sniffling.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Everything!" I exclaimed and Ryan rushed over to me and sat next to me on my bed.

"Tell me what happened," he said, wrapping his arms around me.

"Everyone hates me and everyone tells me I should kill myself! And I-I relapsed," I confessed.

"Who told you to kill yourself?" He asked, I can feel his concern radiating off of him.

"T-the voices. They came back. You're the only thing keeping me from killing myself, Ryan," I told him truthfully.

"Why is that?"

"You make me happy. You're always there for me. You're just — you're just you," I cried into his chest.

"Shh, it's ok. I'm here now," he whispered before wiping my tears.

"I l-love you, Ry," I choke out.

"I love you too," he repeated.

"I've always had a crush on you," I chuckled, continuing to dry my eyes.

      Ryan lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine for a few seconds.

"Sorry. I just — I don't know," he stammered.

"I know now probably isn't the best time to ask you this but, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, hugging him.

"C'mere," he said, scooting towards the headboard of my bed. I crawled over to him and curled up in his lap. He placed a kiss on my forehead and rubbed my back until I fell asleep.