Yoongi had never been the most attentive of boyfriends–you knew that well. You had been dating him for almost two years, just recently moving into his apartment.
He worked as a music producer, often engrossing himself in his work and neglecting his own health. There would be weeks where Yoongi hardly came home, barely acknowledging you.
He made up for those difficult weeks by being perfect to you afterwards. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but you loved Yoongi and would rather wait for him.
Currently, you were going through a rather difficult stretch in your relationship. Yoongi had been producing a new album for an upcoming hip-hop group called BTS. He was also creating his own mixtape on the side.
This time, however, you were happy about your boyfriend’s absence. You had a lot to reflect on.
After all, you had an aching suspicion that you were pregnant.
Your period was late. Very late. At first, you attributed it to stress from your own job and Yoongi. But it was far passed the point of stress now.
A few days ago, you had bought a pregnancy test. It was sitting on the bathroom counter, and you stood opposite of it, trying to build up the confidence to confirm your suspicions.
Eventually, you brought yourself to do it. And, indeed, a few minutes later, the small test you held in your hand read positive.
That night, you cried yourself to sleep. Yoongi hadn’t come home. The only comfort you could find was in the warmth of your empty bed, pretending the blankets pulled around you were Yoongi’s embrace.
The next morning, you woke up to an intense bout of nausea. Rushing to the washroom, you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Violent wretches raked through your weak frame.
You knew immediately that this was morning sickness. Your older sister had had a baby a few years ago, and you helped her throughout her pregnancy.
On shaky legs, you lifted yourself up and flushed the toilet. You tried removing the bitter aftertaste from your mouth with cold water.
You had to tell Yoongi. You could already guess how he would react. He didn’t want children–not yet–and he didn’t want to settle down, either.
But where did that leave you?
With trembling hands, you picked up your cell phone from your nightstand. Sitting down on your bed, you dialed Yoongi’s number. Your phone rang for ages, and you were afraid he wasn’t going to answer at all.
“Y/N?” Yoongi called, his voice tired and scratchy. “I’m at work right now. What do you need?”
“Are you coming home soon?” you asked, keeping your tone steady.
“Probably in an hour or two,” your boyfriend answered. “Why?”
“I just need to talk to you,” you whispered. You began to pull the phone away from your ear, moving to hang up. “I’ll see you later. I love you.”
A few hours later, Yoongi did come home. His haggard frame appeared in the doorway. You were waiting for him in the living room. As he moved closer, you could see the dark circles ringing his eyes.
“Hey,” he rasped, his voice probably overused from rapping.
Wordlessly, you handed him your pregnancy test. He regarded it with a blank expression. Then, he laughed coldly, throwing the pregnancy test onto the coffee table.
“What the fuck, Y/N?” Yoongi demanded, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”
“I know,” you whispered, un-shed tears clouding your vision. “I’m sorry. I just took the test this morning.”
“Are you sure?” Yoongi choked out. “You’re sure this thing is right?”
You nodded. “I’m having morning sickness already,” you admitted. You looked up at your boyfriend, meeting his eye for the first time. “Yoongi, I don’t know what to do! I know-”
“Y/N, you know where I stand,” Yoongi interrupted, rubbing his hand over his face. “You know I can’t do this with you, not right now.”
“What does that mean for me?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
Yoongi was silent for a few moments. “If you want to have this baby,” he finally spoke, “then you can’t be with me.”
A single tear escaped from the corner of your eye. You tilted your head up, looking at the ceiling. “Okay,” you breathed, and the finality of this statement shattered your heart into pieces.
You packed as much as you could into one suitcase. Earlier, you texted your sister to let her know you needed to crash with her for awhile. As you collected your belongings, you couldn’t help but entertain the “what ifs” running through your mind.
What if you had never gotten pregnant? What if Yoongi loved you enough to let you stay?
Eventually, with your luggage in tow, you met Yoongi by the front door.
“I guess this is goodbye,” you said, looking at your feet. Yoongi nodded but didn’t say a word. He opened the door for you, moving aside to let you pass.
“Do you remember what I told you when we first started dating?” Yoongi asked suddenly, his voice somber. “I told you to never ask me to choose between music and you.”
“Because music would win every time,” you said, completing Yoongi’s thought. The tears you had been holding in finally escaped, cascading down your face. “Goodbye, Yoongi. Good luck with everything.”
Yoongi released his mixtape a few weeks later. You opened your laptop and streamed it immediately, missing the sound of his voice. The title of one track caught your eye.
You moved the cursor to begin playing it. You wondered if the song would be about you.
Soon, you were hit by the harsh reality of things. Yoongi’s deep voice flooded through your speakers, but his guttural voice only made your heart ache. Yoongi rapped passionately about his one and only love, music.
It was then that you realized you there was no room for you in Yoongi’s life–or his heart. You could only be grateful that he shared a part of himself with you for the short amount of time that you dated.
In the end, you were happy to carry Yoongi’s child–if that meant having something to remember him by.
- Girl in Luv
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Oh my gods, what a wild ride. So I went outside for a walk after dinner, the weather was cloudy but fine. Ahead of me was bright and crystal clear. Then I turn around and it’s pitch black–It was all so sudden. In a few moments the wind was picking up rapidly and it howled with such intensity. Then it hailed so hard and everything went dark. The wind was almost knocking me over as I ran. I couldn’t see a thing. Ice was hitting my face and boy, did it hurt. To make things even more intense, a flash of white appeared and thunder boomed!
Gosh–I barely made it home.
Is it wrong to think of the experience as exciting? Is this what Skyrim feels like? Any minute I felt like a Frost Dragon would appear, literally.
I let out a sigh as I turned the key in the lock, opening the front door to mine and Joe’s apartment, exhausted after a long day at work. Already tired from the lack of sleep from the past two nights, with nightmares keeping me awake, I had barely made it through, thankful it was Friday.
“I’m home!” I called out softly, locking the door behind me, as I kicked off my shoes, turning to head down the hall I saw him, and that brought a smile to my face.
“Hey babe.” Joe smiled, meeting me halfway. “Have a good day at work?” He asked, holding his arms out for a hug. I nodded, walking forward, feeling his arms wrap around my body.
Thankful that he couldn’t see my face, as I couldn’t hide the wince that contorted my face as Joe’s arms found the bruises along my side. Quick to fix my face when Joe pulled back, replacing my pain with a smile once again, he grinned back.
“Caspar’s in the living room, we were just watching a film.” The thatcher-turned-youtuber grabbed my hand and lead me to where Caspar was sitting on the couch, phone in his hand. The South African looked up, his trademark smile lit up his face.
“Y/N! Yay, you’re home!” He exclaimed, jumping up to come hug me. Caspar’s was less gentle than the boyfriends, thus the pain flashed through me suddenly, and I barely contained the gasp that wanted to slip past my lips.
“Hi Caspar, nice to see you too.” I said, almost breathless from the pain. Both the boys sat back on the couch, while I leaned against the arm, looking at the TV screen.
“What movie you watching?” My Y/E/C eyes shifted from the paused movie to the two bodies sitting on the couch.
“Oh, that new action one we were talking about, it has that awesome car chase and huge explosion! It’s pretty awesome!” Caspar got more excited as he explained it, Joe sat beside him, chuckling a little as he went to hit play.
My eyes instantly went back to the screen as the sounds hit my ears: tires squealing, the sound of metal crushing in on itself, it hit me hard and brought back flashes from earlier that week.
Feeling a bout of panic coming on, I excused myself and headed to the bedroom, hiding my shaking hands in front of me. As soon as the door was closed, I let my weight rest on it, the memories hitting suddenly.
The feeling of no control, the sound of a car scratching against my uber, tires squealing against the road, and that crunching sound as the car flipped. I barely remember the actual crash, only glimpses as it happened, but the pain that hit after, that I remembered clearly.
Taking a shaky breath, I push off the door and take small steps over to the full length mirror that resided on one of the walls in mine and Joe’s bedroom. Lifting my blouse, I inspect the bruises formed along my left side. The blue and purple skin stretched across my ribs, only marred by a scratch through the middle. I knew the bruise curled around my side, and that it spread down past my hip.
My eyes moved up to rest on the face that stared back at me, where the cut along my forehead had begun to heal, but still I could feel the blood drip down my face from when it was fresh, the shards of glass that had found a new home in my shoulder during the crash remained as ghosts in my shoulder.
Tears filled my eyes as the breath in my lungs escaped once again. Releasing the hold on my blouse, I backed up until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I crumpled.
Wrapping my arms around my waist, I leaned forward and closed my eyes. I tried to focus on something, anything that wasn’t the crash that haunted my mind. A brief thought crossed my mind that maybe I should have told Joe, he could have helped me through this, but that thought left almost immediately as a sob shook through my exhausted and battered body.
The panic had taken over all of my attention, I hadn’t noticed the door open.
Y/N had been acting strange for the past few days, and I was getting concerned. I knew she was tired from work, but this was different from normal.
I watched her walk quickly towards our bedroom, before turning back to focus on the screen in front of me, a frown residing on my face.
A minute passed and I couldn’t tell you what happened in the movie, as Y/N’s odd behaviour kept bothering me.
“I’ll be right back mate.” I mumble to Caspar, getting up from the couch and taking the same path my girlfriend had taken not long before. There was a feeling in my gut, like there was something wrong, but I couldn’t place it. And then I opened the bedroom door.
She was sitting on our bed, her Y/H/C forming a curtain around her face, but her sobs still echoed across and into my ears. It broke my heart, seeing her hurt but not knowing why.
“Y/N?” I said softly, but she didn’t hear me. I walked over and kneeled in front of her, placing my hands on her knees. I could feel her shaking, and I frowned, knowing something was wrong.
I must have jolted her out of whatever was going on, because her head snapped up, and her Y/E/C met my blue ones, the panic clear in hers.
“Oh Y/N…what happened…” I said softly, placing one of my hands on her cheek, brushing away the tears that fell from her eyes.
I was shocked when I felt hands on my knees, seeing Joe in front of me only added to the panic though, I didn’t want him to know, he couldn’t know.
“Oh Y/N…what happened…” I felt his hand gently touch my face and it helped to ground me a little, he always managed to have that affect though.
“Joe…” I hiccupped, trying to catch my breath, but the panic still held on with a tight grip. I shook my head, closing my eyes once again, trying to fight it off. I felt his hand leave me cheek, and the bed shift under his weight as he sat beside me. His arms curved around my shoulder, his hand resting on my arm as he pulled me towards his chest. I clung on to his shirt as I let all the emotion out. We sat there for a few minutes as I slowly gained control over my breathing once again.
When I finally felt like the panic wasn’t in control, I pulled away slowly from Joe. His hand that wasn’t resting on my arm was holding one of my hands, his thumb rubbing circles into the top of my hand.
“Better?” He asked softly, and I lifted my eyes to meet his. Nothing worry and understanding in his eyes, and it made me feel guilt. I nodded, drawing in a shaky breath.
It was time to tell him.
“Joe, I need to tell you something.” I said, standing on shaky legs, taking a step back, I remained facing him. “The other day, when you and Caspar were up north at that meeting, uhm, something happened.” I fiddled with the bottom of my blouse, and lowered my eyes from his. I was nervous, but he needed to know.
Joe remained silent, and the only sounds was the faint noise from the movie that Caspar had remained watching in the other room.
Now or never. I thought, and lifted my shirt, revealing the bruises to the man I love. I heard his intake of breath, and forced my gaze to rest on his face.
A look of shock was what I saw, mixed with hurt and confusion.
“What the hell happened?” Joe’s tone was soft, but his words demanded the truth as he stood and moved towards me. His fingers lightly traced the visible part of the bruise, my stomach clenched, but I didn’t move away, he was gentle.
“There…there was a car accident. My uber, it flipped. Another car had hit us, I think. Most of it’s a blur. I’m…I’m sorry. I should have told you right away, but you were busy with meetings, and stressed about the second movie, and just had so much going on, I didn’t want to burden you, and…” I was stopped by his finger being placed on my lips.
“Is this why you keep waking up in the middle of the night?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
I flinched a little, thinking I had been pretty good at keeping those moments quiet.
“Yeah…nightmares.” I mumbled, my lips brushing against his finger.
“Y/N…never feel like you can’t tell me something like this.” He moved his hand, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I love you, and want to be there to help you. I cannot believe you managed to hide this from me. Explains why you’ve been avoiding me though. I thought I had pissed you off again.” Joe smiled, a small chuckle accompanying the last statement.
I shook my head slightly, “No, you were fine. Sorry I didn’t tell you.” I moved my arms around him, leaning my head on his chest. Joe returned the hug, this time mindful of the bruise.
“Its alright, love. I forgive you. But next time you get in a car accident, please tell me.” He kissed the top of my head.
I pulled back just enough to face him, my arms remained around his waist.
“I promise.” I sealed it with a kiss on the lips.
A few minutes later, after I changed into some comfy clothes, we walked back out to join Caspar. I told him what happened as well, and after promising him I wouldn’t hide anything like that from him either, we switched to a different movie.
I curled up next to Joe, finally able to relax for the first time in days. A smile graced my lips again as our fingers laced together and he placed another kiss on the top of my head.
Hey love! Could you write one where harry and y/n got into an argument/fight that ended one of them to walk out then something bad happen to y/n? something like that, you decide the the end but i hope it’ll all be good, love your writing!! xx
Here it is, sorry it took me so long.
“HARRY, STOP YELLING AT ME!” Y/N was beyond mad right now. She got home from work and she barely made pass the door when Harry start to acuse her of cheating.
“I’M NOT YELLING, I JUST WANT THE TRUTH DAMN IT!”
Harry was never one to believe in rumours. Since the beginning of their relationship 4 years ago, Y/n had made very clear she wasn’t going to believe the rumours about him and she expected for him to do the same. And for 4 years they were fine. But not today. Fans started to send him pictures of her and some random guy out for lunch and something in him just snapped.
They’ve been fighting for hours and Harry can’t quite believe the guy is “just a friend”. Y/n have been working a lot and he knows is because she wants a promotion, but the green jealous monster inside of him was telling him she was always late because she was fucking someone else. But in the end, it all came down to one thing: Harry was scared of loosing the love of his life.
“I thought you trusted me, I thought we had an agreement of not believing rumors, Harry!” Y/n was already crying. She was tired, she had a stressful day at work and now her boyfriend was accusing her of cheating.
“I know, but you’ve come home late everyday and now this pictures and…”
“You know what? I’m going out. I need a time from you right now. And I really hope when I get back you’re ready to apologize because you know very well that I would NEVER cheat on you.” She got her car keys and her purse and before Harry could say something, she was already outside the door.
3 hours. It’s been 3 hours since Y/n left the house and to make it worse she’s not answering her phone. Harry have been trying to talk to her since she left, but she keeps ignoring him. He knows he’s wrong. Y/n could never cheat on him and he should know better than to believe rumours going around the internet. He was just so afraid of loosing her that he might as well have already done it.
He tried to call her one more time and this time she answered.
“Y/n? Where are you?”
“Hm, sir, this is Officer Casper. What are you to Ms. Y/L/N?”
“I-I-I’m her boyfriend.” Harry felt something odd in his stomach and he could swear he was about to throw up. “Where’s Y/n? Where’s my girlfriend?”
“Sir, your girlfriend suffered a car accident. We found her car at the side of the highway. Can you please come to hospital St. Mary?”
Harry could barely knew what he was doing. He was shaking and crying while driving as fast as he could to the hospital. How bad was she? Maybe she’s ok, maybe it was just a scratch, right? But if it wasn’t? What if he lost her? He couldn’t imagine a life without Y/n and he knew it was all his fault. If he hasn’t believed the rumours and started a fight, she would be in his arms right now, cuddling to him and telling about her stressful day at work.
He parked and rushed to the hospital entrance. He could see a nurse talking to a cop and he ran over there.
“Sorry, are you officer Casper? How’s Y/n?” Harry was clearly distraught and the nurse offered him a seat.
“She’s doing some exames right now. She has a broken ankle and bruises, but overall she’s fine. We’re just making sure nothing else is wrong with her. You can wait here.” The nurse left after someone called for her and Harry turned to the cop.
“She was driving too fast and some animal crossed in front of her. The car that was behind her said she tried to avoid the animal and she ended up crashing the car into a tree. She’s fine, she was unconscious when we got here.”
“Mrs. Styles? She’s at her room. Do you wanna see her?” The kind nurse asked him and after he nodded she took him to see Y/n.
Harry let out a strangled cry when he saw his beautiful girlfriend lying in the hospital bed. She has her ankle in a cast and a few cuts in her face and arms and a bigger one in her forehead. She looked so fragile.
“It looks a lot worse than it is. We gave her some painkillers for the pain.”
“Thank you.” The nurse let him alone with Y/n and he sat in a chair by her side. “Baby, I’m so sorry for everything! I know you wouldn’t cheat on me, I was just so afraid I would loose you… Please babe, wake up. I need to know you’re ok and that you forgive me. Wake up, darling.”
She didn’t respond and Harry let out a sob, holding her hand.
“He is gay.” Y/n whispered.
“What?” Harry said surprised.
“The guy I was getting lunch with is gay, you idiot.”
“Oh my god…” Harry kissed her hand. “I’m so so sorry, Y/n. When that officer told me you were in the hospital I thought that I had lost you for good. Please, don’t scare me like this anymore. I can’t live without you. I can’t.”
“I won’t. I mean, as long as you stop believing rumours. Deal?” She smiled down at him.
What I think:
Why do people want Nalu angst? No, seriously. Why are people foaming at the mouth for Lucy to get hurt and then have Natsu beat up the people that hurt her? Is there something I'm missing? I don't get it. If you think about it, we have enough angst in the ship already.
Your ship involves a girl who was has lost her mother. Her father basically neglected her ever since then. After she ran away from home, he sent an enemy guild to attack her friends. The last time she saw him, they had barely made up. And after 7 years apart, she returns home to find out he has been dead for about a month. Recently, she lost the ability to see one of her best friends and strongest spirits. The guild she’s waited years to be a member of disbanded and all of her friends left her on her own.
It also involves a boy who died, was brought back to life as a demon, and sent 400 years into the future. He doesn’t remember his biological parents and he’s seen the one who raised him die in front of him. Now he has to potentially kill his own brother at the potential cost of his own life. After the events of this chapter, it's very likely that Natsu might end up having to hurt the people that he cares about most.
How much more pain could people possibly want Natsu and Lucy to go through before they supposedly become a canon couple? Can't they just end up making each other better? Healing the scars that their past has caused them? Why do either of them have to get hurt?
Fanfiction aside i do hope you will be ok and well stocked with supplies. Back in new york it had snowed a couple of days ago and it was bad. My father had a minor surgery that day in the city. we tried to go but end up canceling, Couldn't see out the window.
thanks! as soon as I got out of work this morning I braved the grocery store and stocked up, just barely made it home in time. I used to live in Syracuse NY, which is actually statistically the snowiest city in the US… so this is nothin hahahahaha
You barely made it home, much less to your bed. The case was draining, and exhaustion hung on your limbs like hundred-pound weights. You just wanted to have a small power nap before Jethro got home; you had plans for dinner.
But what was supposed to be a 2 hour nap stretched on to the night. And the only reason why you were awoken was because you felt some tugging at your clothes. You lifted your head drowsily; someone was trying to softly tug your jacket off. “Wha-”
“Sh, it’s alright. Just me.” Jethro soothed, his voice lowered to a strangely calming tone. You were already used to him snapping orders at work, you forgot how soothing his voice can get.
You allowed him to shed your clothes for you, feeling much better now that your office attire was off. It was just a minute before the bed dipped and Jethro’s body was pressed up against yours. “Dinner.” You breathed out.
“Can wait until tomorrow.” He murmured in your ear. “You’re exhausted and so am I.”
You wanted to fight for the dinner, because you two rarely had dates, but Jethro was right; as always. You turned around and dug your face into his chest, exhaling at the comforting warmth. Usually, Jethro would run his hands up and down your back and arms, but he was tired, as well. So instead, he simply wrapped his arms around you and fell into his own sleep.
“I’ll be fine! I’m gonna go up, find a Vulpix, be down faster than a drugged up Wimpod.”
Austin had said that to Dan seven hours ago. Now the man was stumbling back to Po Town, nearly frozen, shivering like mad. Austin barely made it to the shared home with Dan before he collapsed whining from pain.
“Daaaan.. Y-you were-” he was cut off by a sneeze and a small whimpery sniffle. “You were right. T-that.. Was a v-very bad idea..”
Austin spoke as he managed to at least sit up. Standing was out of the question.
It had been less than a month since Cecily and Francis had shown up at the Andersen household, and things had finally settled back down. Or so it seemed, until Antonio showed up in between two of Maddie's classes. Once she got home, she barely made it inside before sinking to the floor and beginning to cry, her face buried in her shaky hands.
Sebastian was already home doing homework after dropping Megan off at her skating lesson. He heard the door open, and then close, so he knew his mother was home. He didn’t really do anything though, figuring she would come in to say hello, until he heard a sort of crashing noise and ran into the living room. “Is everything thing al—” he shouted, alarmed, but noticing his mother’s tears, he went to her side much more softly. “Are you okay, Mom?” He asked, sitting down beside her.
I live in Buffalo but I really wanted to go to a Cavs game. So I was venting to a random tinder kid I’ve only talk to for like a week. So he was like I’ll go, so I bought the tickets. This kid drove 6 hrs picked me up and we drove 3 more hours to the Cavs game last night. Literally had a great time with a kid I barely knew and made it back home safe and sound. My mom always told me never to get into the car with strangers but fuck it I had the time of my life!
I don’t think she’s written as some sort of siren luring him onto the rocks. But I think the female protagonist is [usually] going to encourage the male away from danger and away from violence and I like the way we’ve made that upside down. I think for Tulip she just misses her pal. She missed her pal on the road and there’s a comfort in that life that they lead that’s familiar to her and I don’t think she wants to lure him to his death. I think for her it’s quite simple. It’s like “We had a good time, didn’t we? It was fun.” I think what’s frightening for her is anything else, is change. For a lot of us change is frightening and there’s something about him trying to get on the straight and narrow that terrifies her that she would be left behind or he won’t love her anymore. There’s also this aspect that she inherently thinks that’s all she’s good for, that life.
Ruth Negga, when asked the following by IGN: “Initially, she is somewhat the devil on Jesse’s shoulder because she is trying to lure him back to a life he gave up. As you said, she doesn’t come off as an evil person but she’s kind of skewed in a certain direction.” [x]
Once again, Ruth discusses how for Tulip that kind of life wasn’t about the danger - it was about living on the outskirts of acceptable society because she’s never been allowed to live any other way. And Jesse didn’t just make it liveable he made it home for her - but without Jesse she’s lost her bearings and has literally no one else - no family or loved ones - and it’s not as if he’s doing better off without her, drinking himself blind and barely being able to get out of bed in the morning. If anything she’s doing better than he is without her.
She had barely said a word to him, and when she had she certainly hadn’t made eye contact. Worry and fear ate at her, more so then normal. And there was anger, at him, that he had gone and done something so reckless. So she opted for not say anything at all, keeping it all behind a fragile wall that would break at any second.
Of course he hadn’t said anything to her either, which made it worse. She had barely seen him since they got home. He had probably gotten sick of sleeping on the couch which was why he joined her in the bed room. She was curled on her side, her back to him. She had gotten sick of the silence, and it would only get worse if they went on like this. And she knew he wouldn’t say anything. Her voice was raw, choked with the emotions she had been holding back since it had all happened.
27. “You’re leaving because it’s easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.”
Pair : Dean x Reader
Warnings : cursing, angst, fluff?
Requested by Anon.
“You could’ve gotten yourself killed Y/N!” Dean grunted, throwing his hands in the air.
You all barely made it back home from the hunt. It was suppose to be an easy case. Trying to kill a couple vampires that were slaughtering a small town, but of course, things happen and well, you found yourself jumping in front of Dean to save him only to get thrown across the room.
“I was just trying to save you!” You yelped, wincing as the pain struck through you immediately. “It doesn’t matter anyways, we all made it out alive.” You tried to force a smile.
Dean pursed his lips, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Sammy examined the wounds that covered you. Gently cleaning out the cuts and bandaging you up.
“You are hurt pretty bad, Y/N.” Sam whispered.
As you opened your mouth to speak, you were cut off.
“Dammit Y/N! I told you to stay in the freakin car! Why don’t you ever listen to me?” He growled, anger boiling inside of him.
You tried to sit up on the couch, biting down on your cheek as you tried to hide the pain you felt. “I’m fine Dean! I’m still alive.”
He stared intently at you for a moment, clenching his jaw. Which was something he did every time he was upset.
Sam propped up on his feet, and cleared his throat. “I uh, I will go get some more supplies.” He hesitated.
You and Dean both watched as he made his way out of the motel room, and head the engine of the impala purr.
Great. Now you were left alone with Dean. Something you didn’t want to happen, at least right now.
Any other time, you’d jump on this.
“I can’t do this Y/N.” His voice shook. “It’s time you go back home. Live your life. Go back to school.”
Your furrowed your brows, as his words echoed in your head.
“Wait what? Dean, im fine I already told you!”
“Don’t you see? This life isn’t for you! You’re going to get yourself killed, and I can’t-I can’t lose you.” He yelled.
“It’s settled. Sammy and I will leave tonight.” He grunted through his teeth.
Dean pulled his jacket on, and through his bag over his shoulder. He made his way to the door, and before leaving he turned to you.
“I love you.” He croaked.
His words made you cringe. Though you had longed to hear him confess his feelings for you, this wasn’t the way you wanted to hear it.
“Im sorry it had to end this way."He whispered. "Be safe okay?”
Shaking your head, you felt the tears break through the barrier and stream down your cheeks.
“Keep your apologies.” You yelped. “You’re leaving because it’s easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.”
Dean felt his stomach flutter as you wept in front of him. But with this life, he knew one thing was for sure and that was he had a higher chance of losing you. And he couldn’t live in a world without you.
He took in a deep, shaky breath. Battling the tears. Dean shared one last glance with you, and slipped out of the motel, leaving you alone to weep in your hands, alone.
With every step he took, Dean felt like a piece of him died. He looked up at the sky, as one single tear shed his eye. “I can’t do this. I - I can’t-” his throat grew tighter as the lump formed.
Just a short one shot based on this comic. Implies an established relationship. Post reveal.
she shouldn’t have been too surprised.
the two of them had been up all night. They had managed to chase down three
akumas, and barely made it home in time for their respective alarm clocks to go
off. Both of them had looked like zombies as they shuffled through the school
hallways that morning. As they took their seats, Alya had made a suggestive
face and leaned close enough to speak to the two of them.
waggled her eyebrows “Did you guys stay up late last night?” When they gave her
matching looks of confusion, she plowed on “Just tell me, your place or his?”
the two of them to realize what she was implying. They began stuttering and
making heavy denials, but Alya merely laughed and sat up straight again, with a
long drawn out “Surrrrre”. She winked at Nino, who laughed behind his hand.
Before the couple had a chance to defend themselves, the teacher walked into
the classroom, and the lesson began.