'every night i come to the same place and wait until the sky catches up with my mood.'

With You By My Side - Five

A/N:  I have said this before and I’ll say it again. This series is gonna be 90% angst. By now you all know that the Reader is sick with terminal cancer, so it shouldnt come as a surprise that its gonna be a bumpy ride. I will try and warn appropriately in each chapter, but if I do miss something, please let me know. Also, thank you for all of your feedback, keeps me motivated and inspired. Thank you to my preciou beta @thorne93, you’re the best.

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen

Warnings: Sick reader, some angst, some fuff, flashbacks in itallics.

Wordcount: 2457


Originally posted by i-wildest-dreams

It was late Sunday night when Jensen arrived at your house, the next morning he was coming with you to the hospital to remove your stitches and do some tests to see if you were ready to start chemo. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement, it wasn’t necessarily the treatment itself you were scared of, but more the side effects, or maybe it was that you didn’t know what to expect at all.

Jensen had stayed up with you through the night when you couldn’t sleep, holding you close and stroking your hair to try and soothe your nerves, even if it helped just a little it would be worth it. The car ride to the hospital was uncomfortably quiet, neither of you knowing what to say.

You stepped out of Jensen’s car in the garage at the hospital, thinking you were ready for whatever came today, but all of a sudden your legs were unable to move. Your eyes widened in horror as the situation dawned on you and Jensen was fast at your side, taking your hand.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered.

“I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you, but I know how strong you are. I know that you can do this (YN), and I promise I’ll be here every step of the way,” he said, clutching your hand in his and looking into your eyes.

There had always been a comfort for you in his eyes, maybe it was because they always revealed how he felt, maybe because they changed color along with his mood, maybe because you could look into those eyes and feel at home. You took a few more deep breaths before your legs were able to carry you through the parking garage and into the hospital.

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my blue moon

chapters- on the way home // too long to the weekend // heart shake, bend and break // fire with no smoke // hurt this good // turn it up // all I think about // addicted to being broken // ?

summary- they’ve known each other since forever, but they’re just finding out that their friendship might not last that long. takes place in a blue neighbourhood/song inspired/suburbia/bestfriend/music au based on troye sivan’s wonderful album with some tweaks and turns.

word count- 4,726

all glory and praise go to the lovely wren @carryondammit who is the absolute best and helps with literally everything

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Warning: Attempted rape/non con and violence in this one. Proceed with caution. If you’d rather, message me and I’ll sumarise the chapter for you instead - no problem. :) Take care lovelies. x

It’s as though the other night never happened. 

The next morning had gone without a hitch. And the next few days after that. I’d decided that Paul was just being a massive drama queen as per usual, especially seeing as he was right as rain the next day.

Rain. Wonder what that’s like.

Tim had challenged Ben to a rematch last night. I hadn’t stayed for the grand finale, tiredness winning over, but pretty much everyone else had - meaning that I was the only one awake for the wake up.

Everything was still silent by the time I’d gone for a run and showered myself off. It wasn’t even like it was that early, I’d been sleeping just fine lately.

In the main room of homestead, every single shank was still snoring. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the lazy lot. Even Dave was still out of it, the maze doors not far off opening for the day. 

I made my way through to the kitchen - no Fry. How late did they stay up? Making a beeline to Frypan’s larder I search for something quick and easy to eat. There’s usually something in the back worth eating.

“Y’know. Fry’s been trying to catch the shank raiding through his food.” A sharp voice behind me interrupts my rummaging.

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