but it slowly starting to fall apart sobs

Christian Borle sits alone at home during a peaceful night in. He is happy with his work but after a long week, decides that he needs a quiet evening with a book. He grabs the corner of the page, eager to read on. He moves to turn it but–not remembering his true stregth–rips the paper in half and pulls apart the spine with it. The pages fall to the floor. He is left with just the empty shell. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he slowly turns his head to look at a bicep.

He is too strong. His arms are too big.

He picks up his phone to cancel his gym membership. The screen cracks as soon as he starts dialing. He’s sobbing now.

His arms are just too big.

Kiss Me Again [Christian Yu]

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Artist: Christian Yu | Word Count: 2.504

Hello anon, I’m sorry for taking so long! I don’t think this is angsty enough but it’s leaning more to fluff? Because I didn’t felt like writing angst for this request:( Thank you for the support and for requesting darling, I hope you like it<3


It happened around five years ago, at the backstage of a music show, when you were fumbling with your microphone only a few minute before your performance. The look of panic was all over your face as there was no staff to help, while time continued to slip by. That’s when Barom stepped in, curious of your trouble, and helped fixing the microphone in merely a minute left before your show. You thanked the man and went to the stage, and three minutes later you found him leaning against the walls, eyes wide in amazement after your performance.

And that was when the amazing friendship started, a bond you were so grateful even until now. Being a soloist was pretty lonely for you, especially in your first year. But Barom was always there, despite having five rambunctious and energetic boys to lead. He was there to listen to your awful jokes, random splutters, deep thoughts, and anything that’s making you sad or happy. And you did the same, listening to his dreams in bringing his group to success, being known worldwide, making his parents proud back in Australia, and to learn about cinematography one day. Both of you always tried to be there for each other, despite the hectic performances and limited sleep hours.

But one day, everything spiraled down, and you found yourself staring in shock at the person standing in front of your apartment.

Barom slowly retracted his hand back to his sides after loudly knocking. His eyes were bloodshot, nose flaring, and mouth slightly open as he tried to breathe. The man didn’t care one bit to cover his identity, carelessly displaying his face to public. And by the looks of the situation he was in, deep down you knew today was the dreaded day. You quickly pulled Barom inside your apartment, locking the doors and turning towards the broken man, your eyes questioning him silently.

“They did it, they disbanded the group,” Barom whispered, his voice full of pain, “I’ve failed all of them, (Name), I couldn’t stop this from happening.” Fresh tears started to pool in his eyes and the man wasn’t ashamed to let them slide down his cheeks.

“Oh Barom,” You gasped, feeling the agony he felt transferred to your heart, “Barom, don’t blame yourself! I’m sure you did your very best, and there was nothing left you could’ve done.” Bringing your hands gently to his face, you gently wiped the tears away from his cheeks.

"Please hold me.” The request was simple, and Barom didn’t need to repeat to feel your arms snake around his waist, hugging his bigger form closer to yours. The man leaned in and placed his head on your shoulder, sobbing quietly while you felt your shirt getting damper.

“I let everyone down, I’m putting our fans through a tough time and not to mention ruining our own future!” Barom started, letting his poisonous thoughts slip through his lips, “My boys put so much trust into me, hoping I could prevent this from happening. I made the fans wait anxiously, and they’d wake up tomorrow knowing their group had disbanded. And what will we be next, (Name)? Will the bond our group share die like this as well?” He had stopped crying so you pulled him away to stare deeply into his eyes, those beautiful brown orbs that were full of storms and raging seas.

“Listen Barom,” You started, clearly torn apart hearing his thoughts, “You have done your best, you are the greatest leader your friends could ever have, your fans would respect the decision and will continue supporting you all, there would be stronger friendship ahead, and no one’s future is going to be fucked! If someone were to blame it’s definitely the company Barom, not you. I believe you did well, I believe you tried saving them from this, and you’ve done so well, so stop beating yourself up!” At this point you were getting emotional as well, and you gulped as you watched Barom’s face contort from sadness to realization.

“You really think so?”

“Yes! So don’t blame yourself, please. Because all you did was the right thing. And nothing’s going to change except the fate of the group.” Barom lets out a sigh, the tiredness in his soul carried by the huff of air. You gave him a sympathetic smile and patted his hair affectionately.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” You offered, knowing the distance to his dorm was far and the night was getting late, “We could watch movies, or play games, or-“

“Actually I have to go, (Name),” Barom cuts you off reluctantly, an apologetic look on his face, “In a few hours.”

“What? Go where?”

“Back to Australia,” The man chuckled, sounding bitter and hoarse, “Mom invited me to come back home immediately, and I thought that’ll be a great place for me to meditate and rearrange my life again.” He looked relieved, and you were more than happy to see the pain subsiding from here. But the answer you got next wasn’t so pleasing to hear.

"How long will you be gone?” You asked, bouncing nervously on the pad of your heel, “And when is your flight?” The confliction in the window of his soul was crystal clear, and you grew more nervous for his answer.

"I don’t know how long I’ll be gone (Name), and I’ll be going in three hours,” Your eyes went wide hearing his answer, quickly looking up to the clock to note his flight was during midnight, “Probably when I’m sure what I’m going to do next with my life. But in the meantime, even though it’s selfish of me to ask this, but could you wait for me? I promise I won’t be long, and I won’t cut any communications with you.” There was hope in his voice and you nodded, knowing without him having to ask you’d wait for him anyway.

“Of course I will!” You answered, trying to smile reassuringly to the man, “Just take care, alright? And know that everything’s going to be fine.” Barom finally grinned that night and hugged you close, telling you how grateful he was for having you around. And that night, Barom parted with tangled arms that don’t want to let each other go and a goodbye kiss at the forehead.

That was two years ago, when Barom was going through the hardest time of his life. He came back later, and proposed the idea of making a group that specializes in visual editing with his friends. The man came back with amazing skills of video editing, and he had not only changed his looks but Barom was much wiser and stronger than before. You were proud and happy for the man, and continued to maintain the unbreakable friendship you both had.

But as the years flew by you felt something more for Barom, and it was something more than just friendship. People would conclude you two were best friends because of all the years spent together, and you both thought of each other like that as well. But not to you, as you started to notice how Barom would teasingly play with his hair, flash that cocky grin towards you, or when he looked good in anything that he wore. You paid extra attention to the words he said, blushing at every usual comment he made about you, your heart beating fast for every hug and kissed being shared. It was weird how you would be an emotional wreck when you’re with him, yet you didn’t want to disappear from his side at all.

And that’s when you realized you’ve fallen for the man you called your best friend. The catch was you were already in a relationship before the puzzles started to piece together, and your boyfriend of six months sensed the sudden change in your attitude, which lead to a not-so-peaceful breakup. You walked through the night, the umbrella shielding you from the rain, your feet taking you anywhere.

After thirty minutes of walk you stopped at a business district, at the heart of Seoul. You closed your umbrella and laid it carelessly outside and quickly made your way inside the building. It was raining hard as summer had officially come to Seoul, as thunders and lightning painted the dark sky. The emotions inside your heart were similar of the weather outside, the heavy pouring rain representing the sadness looming over you. When you arrived in front of an office, you didn’t bother to knock and went inside anyway, knowing Barom would be the only one left at this hour.

Barom stopped the video he was working on and saved his progress, turning his chair to see the visitor that had walked in. He thought it might be one of his friends retrieving a forgotten item from their desk, but he was taken aback seeing you standing a few feet from his table, eyes looking hollow and tired. His heart broke seeing you looking so fatigued, and deep down he had a guess of what had happened earlier.

“Was it your boyfriend?” Barom started, walking towards your spot. You only nodded, feeling your voice disappear when you most needed it.

“Please hold me.” With all the power you had you whimpered those words, and Barom quickly scooped you into his arms, engulfing you in the warmth of his body. When your head lay on his chest and his fingers slowly stroked through your hair, you lost it. It was like a dam broke inside of you, letting the tears that’ve pooled in your eyes fall free to your cheeks. Your sobs were muffled, but the sound was enough to tear Barom’s heart apart. He hated seeing you like this, especially if your boyfriend makes you cry.

“Do you want to tell me what happened, darling?” Barom coaxed, slowly rocking you in an attempt to calm your cries.

“It was my fault in the first place, Barom,” You started, your voice interrupted by hiccups, “I realized just a few days ago that I was never in love with him. He noticed my change of attitude and he was mad, he has all the right to be, but I just hate myself!” The statement that escaped your mouth caused Barom to stop moving his feet, gently letting you go to examine your face.

“So you’ve never loved him all this time?” His question was met by a nod, “And he was the one that called quits?” Another nod was given to him, and Barom could only gulp as nervousness started to bubble inside of him.

Barom searched all his memories, replying every story you told about your ex, remembering how you looked so happy with him and how it tore his heart apart. But now he was left to wander of who you had actually fallen for, and a small part of him hoped that he could be the man. He felt like your friendship with him was something more than best friends, that Barom had tainted his relationship with you with love, and he couldn’t help but ask in his heart if you felt like that.

“To be honest (Name), I don’t think all the fault is at you,” Barom started, rubbing his hand on your shoulders in reassurance, “I mean, you realized this when it’s kind of late, which you didn’t mean to happen, right? Your feelings were clouded for a moment, but I think it’s better if things end now rather than holding the truth from your ex for further time.” His opinion didn’t seem to help you much, as your face was still frowning, like there’s more problem than that.

“Did I say something wrong?” Barom asked hastily, hoping that he didn’t say anything to make things worse. You shook your head, mind suddenly going blank on what to reveal next.

“What? No! It’s just that…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling blood creeping up to your cheeks, “I’ll face the guilt one day. But my feelings for this guy— oh god, where do I even start?” Groaning, you pulled your hands up to your face, trying to cover the blush that’s settled on your cheeks. Barom broke into a laugh, finding your current state cute and feeling warm all of a sudden.

"Who is this guy anyway?” Barom asked, the curiosity getting the better of it yet he felt too anxious to hear your answer. Your eyes widened and they looked terrified, as you gulped and thought of a way to evade the question.

“You really won’t like him, Barom.”

“What? You’re not in love with an old grandpa that’s giving you money, right?”

“Of course not!”

“Or my arch nemesis?”

"No!” You shouted, breaking into a laugh at his accusation, “But seriously Barom, you won’t be pleased to hear it.” You prayed that Barom would take the hint, but the man only leaned closer, staring at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“As long as it’s not old rich hags or my rival that you like, I’m cool with it.” Barom was relentless now, and it was hard avoiding his question when he chose to pester you around until you open up.

With a sigh, you stared dead on to Barom’s eyes, his orbs full of curiosity. And then your eyes moved down, from his pointy nose down to those luscious lips. And without giving much of a thought, you crashed your lips to his, and Barom’s eyes went wide when he felt you soft lips against his. The man quickly grabbed your chin and kissed deeper, and the kiss soon turned passionate, as if you both were waiting for this moment to happen. Barom parted away, chest panting up and down as he stared at your flushed face, finding it hard to believe the bizarre kiss had just happened. The kiss that he waited all this time!

“See? That’s why you won’t like it when I say it,” You started, eyes gazed down to the floor and oblivious to the love in Barom’s eyes, “Because after all these years, I’ve just realized I love my best friend so fucking much! And now I just did something stupid that will break our relationship, and—“

“And I love you!” Your head snapped up, seeing Barom looking at you with so much warmth and love that you’ve never felt before, “Didn’t you felt it when I kissed you back? Didn’t you feel the spark we share during that kiss? I love you too and our relationship won’t change at all!” Your heart sped at his confession, and you felt tears softly trickle down your cheeks but you were smiling wide in joy. Barom himself felt like he was in the clouds, and he gently laced his fingers with yours, feeling that everything was so right.

"Kiss me again, Barom. Prove it to me that you love me too.”

“I’d gladly do so, princess.”

Angsty Break Up with Seventeen’s Performance Unit

Hip Hop Unit

He let his body slide down the wall and dropped to his knees, his dark brown eyes glistening with tears. 
“I can’t handle this”, was the last thing you said to him before you dissapeard through the doorway and left his life forever. He stood there with a blank mind, trying to comprehend what happened, where it went wrong, where he went wrong. He spent the whole night contemplating that one line as it swam around in his head. But what he realized was that what you had been saying wasn’t that you couldn’t handle this, whatever you were, what you were really saying was, 
“I can’t handle you”. 

He pressed his head against the wall, the beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping and the pain came out like an uproar from his throat in the form of a silent scream. He couldn’t help but think that, despite all the Nicholas Sparks bullshit romance movies tell him, that perhaps all relationships were just a simple case of who gives up first. He hit the wall and tried to scream, but his voice was melted by the sound of the place. The muffled sobs wracked against his chest as he picked himself up, determinded to not give you up so easily.
He stumbled out of the apartment into the pitch black night and ran as fast as his feet could carry him before he arrived at your apartment.  The tears made wet tracks down his face and dripped from his stubbled, wobbling chin and he knocked, standing in front of your apartment at 4 in the morning. 
“Is it that easy to you? A relationship begins with two people and will always end with the decision two people make…”

He slammed his hand down on the door in front of you, his chest heaving heavily as he stared blankly at the floor. 
“So this is it?” he asked, his voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper. He looked up to see a smile tugging on your mesmerizing lips. There it was, the smile you faked every day to make people believe you’re okay. 
You turned your head towards Minghao and met his gaze. A stray tear made his way down your now pale cheek as you bit down on your lower lip to conceal your emotions. 
“I hope you find someone who doesn’t make you sad at night and someone who reminds you how much they love you every day and who laughs at your jokes and wants to listen to your music and who genuinely wants to be with you and doesn’t make you second guess their love for you. I really hope you find that because you deserve that.” your voice cracked and your lips started to tremble as you quickly turned away to him to not make him realize how much these words have hurt you. But sometimes you have to break your own heart to protect others from it. 
“You’re lying.” he said and you simply shook your head, looking up to keep your emotions inside, deeply knowing that you were. You opened the front door and slowly stumbled towards the car. Minghao stopped at the door and watched you dissapear into the darkness of the lonely night. His eyes were burning and his chest felt heavy as if it were filled with lead. He could no longer see clearly. All he knew was that you were gone, out of his life for possibly forever. He reached out his hand so that he could clearly see it, there were no markings at all. You were gone. Forever. A drop of water fell onto his hand he looked to the sky and even though the sky had been grey and looked like it was about to break into a heavy downpour, not a drop came from the sky.
Looking down at his hand again another drop appeared and he realized that the liquid was coming from my eyes…

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice cracking as tears started to prick his eyes. 
“I know you are. I know that. I’ve always known that you’re sorry.” you replied as something undefinably magic built up in your heart. 
“Give me a second chance, Y/N. I’ll prove to you how much I need you. I’ll prove that we can last forever,” he pleaded. 

“I can’t. I’m sorry. You’re the reason for my devastation. And I can’t let it happen to me again,” you turned away and you heard him start to sob and you leaned your head back to stop the tears from coming, but it doesn’t work. 
He refused to look away, even as his lips trembled and his shoulders heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down. His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears; his hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle against the grief.
A lone tear traced down his cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened.
He wept, tears streaming from his deep brown eyes, loud, heaving sobs tearing from his throat, and still he did not look away.
Not until the sobs drove him to his knees did his determined gaze fall…”I’m sorry…”

He watched you slowly gathering all your belongings from your shared apartment with shaking eyes. His heart broke when he noticed your shaking hands and hesitant movements, understanding that you didn’t truly want to leave. He bit his tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave his eyes as he walked up behind you, watching your upper body heave as silent sobs escaped your lips. “Y/N…” he started, placing a hand down on your shoulder and spinning you around to face him. His gaze met yours, “Don’t force yourself to something your heart does not truly want.” 

You whipped the wetness of your reddened cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater and took a deep breath. “If you claim you care about me, why don’t you show it?” you spoke slowly, he could hear your voice shake nervously.

“I can’t explain.” he was sorry.

“You never could…”

He ran his hand through his hair as he tried to form the right words to explain his feelings. 

“How am I supposed to tell you that I get shy when it comes to you, whenever you’re around I get so tense I can barely move and whenever you speak my heart stops. Don’t even get me started on your smile,”

he began, a smile tugging on the edge of his lips by the memory of being the source for your happiness, 

“your smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen by far, when you smile it feels like I’m complete and I can’t do anything but stare. Yes. I do care about you. Sometimes I care so much about you, that I forget to show you…


Do you take me back?

Summary: Everything was fine or that’s what you believe when suddenly Nat disappears without explanations…

Warnings: mostly angst, some swearing. English isn’t my mother language.

Words: 1352

A/N: I wanted to write a funny story and ended writing this… I wrote this story for the writing challenge @tilltheendwilliwrite is doing. I hope you like it!

Natalie and I have been together for six months. In that time I considered myself the happiest person in the world. My heart skipped a beat every time she smiled at me or when she blushed when I told her sweet love words in the little Russian I learned from the internet.

The sneaky minx could keep me on my toes with soft stolen kisses. She would sneak from behind and pull me closer and press her lips against mine. When I wanted to deepen the kiss, she would walk away.

“You are going to be the death of me Nat” I used to say with a sigh and she just gave me a mischievous smile.

But not everything was joy and happiness. Sometimes it felt like I was losing my mind with her erratic demeanor. She used to disappear for days, even weeks. Every time she returned with cuts and bruises all over her body my heart would crumble.

Whenever I asked her about her injuries she just shrugged and avoid the topic. I never pushed her. I tried so hard to not make so many questions. With each day that passed, I was so afraid she would disappear one day and never return, but the curiosity was burning me inside.

And she knew. She could read me so well, like and open book. I could see the guilt in her eyes, she was keeping something from me. One day she would open up to me. I used to think so, I wouldn’t lose my mind.

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The Last Dance | Ch. 5 | JK

Genre: Angst | Fluff

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: Dance has always been your passion and when the chance to actually work at an entertainment company came around, you didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. And so you became one of Bighit’s new choreographer/dancer. It didn’t take long for you to get to know the members of BTS and get close to the dance line. But one day you realized that what you felt for one of them was much more than what you thought and a lot stronger…but it was already too late. What you thought would always be there started fading…

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Word count: 7,110

A/N:  This is it…the last chapter. T^T Hope you liked the story. Thank you for your support! ❤ It means a lot to me! ❤ It is so strange when a story reaches its end. I feel somehow empty (and I might have teared up a bit), knowing that now it is complete, but happy that I made it this far. I would be so happy to read your thoughts about this chapter. It is a really long one. ^^ Thank you, again for everything! I love you all! ❤  *hugs* *bows* *exits the stage*

One by one tears fell in silence as you tried your best to hide them from the taxi driver, not wanting to answer to the questions that would usually follow. How were you even supposed to answer them? ‘Yes, I am crying because I just told the boy that used to have a crush on me but I rejected and who is now in a relationship with another girl that I loved him and I couldn’t even stay to hear his reply because my chest was already tightening and I was this close to crying and embarrassing myself in front of him. How pleased would he be to hear my story.’  You thought. You almost laughed at how stupid the whole situation was. But as crazy as it sounded, it was real. Buildings, people and trees were passing before your eyes with great speed but your mind was traveling even faster back in time, to a summer night a year ago. You remembered the shivers that went down your spine as Jungkook told you how he felt. His expression just a few moments ago was probably the same as yours back then. Surprise, confusion, disbelief and a bit of joy, all perfectly fused together.

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The return of Ezra

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He opened the door and walked into the apartment. The silence hit him like a wall of vacuum, the air felt untouched and unused. He called her name into the dark apartment but all he got in return was the echo of his own voice traveling in to the darkest corner of the apartment just to jump back between the walls before it eventually came back to him right where he was standing in the doorway. He used his hand to guide him through the darkness to the lamp switch. With the lights flashing on it hit him, her things were gone. Her purse were not on the chair next to the tv as it usually was, the picture of her and Spencer as kids eating ice cream that usually were hanging on the wall next to the door was also gone and so was her tampons in the top drawer in the bathroom. All there was left to indicate that there once were a woman, an engage woman, living in the apartment was the engagement ring lying on the countertop in the kitchen. The countertop that they briefly had used to celebrate their book being done before the celebrations were moved to another place just weeks before, the countertop that provided a stable ground for the candle he lit before proposing to her just a week ago. All that was left of those memories were a ring, the ring he gave her as a declaration of love, as a promise that they one day would promise each other forever, as a step to their forever. But he had screwed it up.

After a walk around the apartment he laid down on the leather couch. The pillows still smelled like her, her sweet, flowery and enchanting scent danced its way in to his nose releasing the tears that his eyes so desperately tried to hold onto. They started to fall, slowly making their way down his cheeks, painting them with salty water marks. Soon his silent grieve transformed into a loud sobbing. He buried his head in the pillow, taking in her scent before the pillow got covered of his tears and the last mark of her winds off.

His loud sobbing covered the sound of the door closing. He didn’t notice the person peeking at him from the hallway nor how she desperately tried to walk past him on her tiptoes. She couldn’t talk to him, not yet. But when his sobs stopped and the scilence once again enlaced the apartment it’s was impossible to get out without getting noticed. Her steps almost echoed through the rooms, that’s when he noticed that she was there. Turning around his red eyes met hers, her cheeks were equally as red and her eyes were swollen, she looked broken. He suddenly, for the first time since he found Nicole, realized that it affected Aria too. That it had been eating her inside out being there under the dark cloud where he left her. He wanted to hug her but when he came closer she took a step back.

“Don’t Ezra”

Her voice were cracking as if she has just been crying and her sore eyes met his red ones just to travel back to the floor where they were focus before, she couldn’t approve of herself meeting his glance.

“Aria, I’m sorry! Please, can we talk?”

She thought for a brief second before speaking again

“I don’t think there is anything to talk about, I just came to say goodbye or to leave a note”

“Aria please” his voice sounding more desperate than before

she just shook her head as respond, not able to say another word. When the tears started to make their way down her cheeks once again she couldn’t take it anymore, she moved past him making her way to the door. She wanted out, she couldn’t let him see her suffering like this. She didn’t want him to think of her as the jealous fiancé because she wasn’t. She needed him as support when he was away with his ex girlfriend, she tried her best to not feel pushed away, to be understanding and not burden him with her problems. But all she really wanted was to curl up in his arms, for him to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay and to be on her safe spot when the rest of her life were falling apart. But he was far away and had more important things to take care of. She could take a lot, but when he stopped calling and didn’t return her calls she couldn’t take it anymore, the only confirmation of him still thinking about her was the night calls. He called her every night to say goodnight and update her on what was going on, but suddenly it all stopped. She didn’t know what he wanted from her or if he even wanted her, that was when she decided to let him go because when you love someone and let them go then they will come back if they actually loved you too, right?

Ezra decided to do one last try, he hurried to caught her before she exited the apartment that they onces shared together.

“Aria please, you don’t have to forgive me I just want to talk. I want to explain because seeing you like this is eating me inside. Please, meet me tomorrow at the brew, we can have a coffee and talk”

She met his eyes once again, staring into them, straight into his soul, touching it in the sweet way that only her glance could.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow”

With those words, she exited the apartment.

I Never Deserved You [Jeonghan]

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1079

Originally posted by illuminatikawaii

Relationship scandals had been covering all the front pages of the newspapers, making it hard for both you and Jeonghan. You had always been discrete when on dates and made sure no one was around, so how people got those pictures of you together was a mystery to everyone. Before the incident, your year long relationship had been incredible. Jeonghan always treated you with so much respect and love. After so many terrible relationships, you had finally found someone who loved you for who you are, nothing more or nothing less. Everything had been perfect.

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No One’s Fault

Title: No One’s Fault
Request/Prompt: Can I request a Dean x reader where she gets really injured on a hunt and is on the brink of death with a fluffy ending? Thanks ^w^ <3
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Violence!!! Blood!!! Kinda descriptive gore, like a little bit. Also Dean blaming himself :c
Word Count: 1,878
Note; Sorry I haven’t been very active! I have exams next week (beginning on my birthday yay great loving life) so I’ve been busy trying to get myself to study (and failing might I add… legit procrastinating right now. Gonna fail but like what can ya do) so yeah… Hope you enjoy the fic xx Feel free to send in requests! <3

Also, this has not been proofread - typos are probably inevitable, sorry.

  “Looks like we’ve got a demon two towns over,” Sam announced, glancing at you and Dean where you were situated on the couch laying together, legs tangled and your head on his chest while his arms held you close. You perked up, slipping out of Dean’s embrace and padding over to Sam, looking over his shoulder at the laptop screen showing the case he had just found. Dean groaned at your absence, before reluctantly getting to his feet and following you.

  “Alright, let’s go, shall we?” you prompted, already walking towards where you stored your weapons.

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Everything You Wanted | Jay Park/Reader

summary: He was your best friend… and everything you wanted

warnings: smut everywhere, oral, overstimulation, cheating, and some angst!

length: 1.8k

A/N: ok so i promise the next chapter of girl meets evil will be up tomorrow! this was just a quick little fic i wrote mainly to hurt my own feelings that was inspired by jay’s everything you wanted album (specifically aquaman hehe). but anyway, fellow jay stans enjoy!

Jay Park was your best friend, so you should know by now what you’re getting yourself into with him, but somehow here you were again. It started simply, as it always did. One of you would get bored and call the other, you’d talk on the phone for hours, and then he’d end up over at your place. Then you’d both pretend to do something mundane like watch a movie or play games, all the while knowing exactly how it was going end.

Which is why you weren’t surprised to find yourself splayed across your bed in nothing but one of the old shirts Jay had once left at your place. The movie you had picked was still playing on the TV, but neither of you could hear it over the sound of your frantic moans.

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“All I Want” part 1.5 

http://sincerelysaraahh.tumblr.com/post/110229310966/all-i-want-a-n-i-have-never-written-a (part 1)

A/n: I decided to add a little more to part 1 of the casxreader fic and so here it is.

Summary: reader tries to help Castiel one day and little did she know, he was going to be the love of her life. But the reader is extremely sick and doesn’t know what to do.


The beeping from the machines echoed the room, and I could hear faint chatters. My eyes fluttered open and saw the familiar plain walls.
“Damnit.” I muttered to myself, sitting up from the bed. The IVs hooked on to my arm caused excruciating pain as I accidentally pulled too hard.
“Ah fuck!” I groaned. I felt a gentle grip on my hand.
“A-are you ok? What’s wrong? Do you need a doctor?” Castiel muttered. His eyes were blood shot as if he were crying for hours. He looked so tired.
“I’m fine.” I sighed. “Thank you.”

He let go of my arm and sat back down in his chair. “You scared me y/n. I-I” he paused staring at his hands as if he were the one who caused me to vomit blood. “What’s wrong?” He exhaled.

This was it, the moment I have been dreading. The moment I wished I never had to live.
“I’m sick.” I closed my eyes and felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach.

“Ok, the doctors will take care of you and you’ll be better in no time.” He stammered, reaching for my hand.

“No, I’m sick castiel. This isn’t the type of sickness that goes away. This is-”
“The one that kills you.” He cut me off. My eyes shot to his and we stared at one another for what seemed like forever.
His eyes filled with tears and his lips pursed, quivering a bit.

“You’re dying aren’t you?” Nothing would ever take those words out of my head. The way he said it, made me cringe and I couldn’t help but feel horrible for putting him through this.
I nodded and tossed my head back onto the pillow. My eyes staring at the backs of my eyelids.
Though I’ve only know this guy for 6 months, he was everything to me. And I don’t think I would’ve made it this long without him.

“No. You aren’t dying. We will find a way. We will-”

“Cas stop. It’s too late. I have stage IV leukemia. My doctors have already told me how long I have.” I groaned. I hated thinking about the speech the doctor told me.

“And how long do you have?” He asked. Voice cracking with every word.
“A year.” I sighed.

Castiel broke into a cry and shook his head. He stared into the ceiling and mumbled something to himself. Though I was too tired to ask him, I decided to fall back into unconsciousness.

(Castiels pov)

“A year.” She sighed. I only have 1 year left with her. And in that endeavor, I felt anger. I looked up where knowing my brothers and sisters could hear me.
“Please someone, heal her. Please.” I didn’t care if it would change Gods will. I don’t care if everyone is destined for the life they have. She doesn’t deserve to die. To be in so much pain. Y/n deserves so much more, and it kills me knowing I can’t save her.
I looked back down to her. I loved watching her sleep, she looked so peaceful, harmless and I knew that’s exactly what I wanted to wake up to every morning.

I pulled my phone out and dialed for Dean.

“Hey cas, what’s up? Let me guess, she said no to the date huh?” Dean chuckled to himself.

“Dean.” I exhaled, feeling my voice shake as I said his name.
“Hey what’s wrong? What happened cas?” He muttered.

The lump in my throat grew and I could barely speak.
“Sh-she’s…” I paused trying to compose myself. “I need your help to get my grace back from metatron.” I finally let out.

“Your grace? Cas spit it out. What’s going on!” Dean grunted.

“Y/n is dying Dean. And I have- I need to save her.”

The line was silent for a moment, I couldn’t even hear dean breathe through the phone. “Were on our way.” The line went dead, and I could feel a small weight lift off my shoulders.


My eyes shot open and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Blood spewed out from my mouth and nose. Castiel called for the nurses and they all hovered over me, putting a bucket in front of me.

“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” One of the older nurses yelped. Castiel was shoved out of the room and left alone. Body couldn’t take this any more.

The copper taste I had on my tongue cringed my body. Though this time around wasn’t as bad as before, I still felt Weak.

“Ok honey. It’s all going to be ok.” The nurse traced her fingers through my hair. Which was beginning to fall out. I saw a clump of my hair fall and hit the ground. But that was the least of my worries.
Tears streamed down my face as I continued to hurl the blood.

Why is this happening to me? What have I done in my life that made me go through this? God, if you’re listening, please just take me now. I can’t take the pain any longer.

(Castiels pov)

I was forced to wait in the waiting room until y/n was better. It’s been an entire day, and I wasn’t able to see her. My patience grew thin and I felt like I was about to go crazy.

Every night, I’d pray. Pray to anyone, hoping they’d come down and heal her. Heal her from all the pain and misery. “Please. I know someone is listening, and I know I’ve done nothing but destroy our home but I am begging you. Please heal her.” But no one has answered.

“Hey cas!” I shot back and felt an overwhelming pain wash over me like a wave crashing into the rocks. My tears stained my cheeks and my chest tightened.

“Hey it’s ok. Dean and I are here.” Sam stammered, gripping on to my shoulders. I wiped my tears away and tried to catch my breath.
“What’s going on. What’s happening to y/n?” Dean murmured.

“She has cancer. The doctors say she has about a year to live.” I felt myself fall back into a sob.
The boys were stiff and speechless.

We stood there quietly. Until the nurse broke the silence.
“Castiel?” She muttered.
We all shot our eyes on her. “Y-yes that’s me.” I croaked.
“You can go in and see her now.”

Without hesitation, I hurried to her room.

And there she was, laying in the bed helplessly. Her eyes were puffy along with her cheeks.
“Cas.” She whispered, forcing a smile on her face.
Though she was slipping away, slowly falling apart, she was still the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on.
“H-hi.” I cried, my breathing became uneven and I started to pant. She reached her arms out and I molded myself into her.

Our sobs echoing around us.

“Castiel.” Y/n quivered, staring directly into my eyes. Every time she looked at me the way she did, it took my breath away. Made me feel like I was the most important person in her life.
“Go.” She whispered.
“What?” I was baffled.
“Go. Please. I can’t see you in pain because of me. Please.”

I cupped her face and locked my eyes with hers. “I’m not leaving you y/n. I’m going to find a way to save you, if that’s the last thing I ever do. I promise, I’m not leaving you.”
She began to cry. “I’m hideous. I’m losing my hair. My face is swollen, I’m a ticking bomb. One day I’ll just explode.”

I titled my head to the side and felt nothing but sadness for her. She was the one going through hell, and yet she was worried about me.
“I love you y/n. I have never known what it was like to feel this way until I met you. I am not going anywhere. And you are still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” I pressed my lips to hers and I swear in that moment, it felt like everything was going to be alright.


Castiel always made me feel worthy enough to live. But with the reminder of me losing my hair and feeling so weak, I know that’s not the case. In fact, I feel like ending everything right now. Just letting go and never having to feel the pain anymore.

I don’t want to live like this. I don’t want to suffer and throw up blood and watch myself whither away.
But I also don’t want to leave him.
Because in the midst of all of this, I was in love with him.

Cheated - Nate Maloley

“Babe, can I talk to you for a second?,” Nate sighed, looking at me sadly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking at him worriedly.

“Look, this is driving me crazy and I just really need to get this off of my chest before I lose all sanity left in me. Believe me, I’m scared out of my mind and I never intended  to hurt you but I have to say this,” he rambled, taking a shaky breath, “I cheated on you.”

“What? No. Please, no,” You choked out, trying your hardest not to cry. He avoided your gaze, knowing damn well how guilty he is.

“I never meant for it to go this far,” he said, rubbing the back of hi neck.

“Then how far was it supposed to go?!” You yelled, “You cheated on me! I gave you everything I possibly could, dammit! And you repay me by cheating on me? That’s fucked up, you asshole!”

“It was a mistake, Jesus Christ what do you want from me!?” Nate yelled back.

“Don’t you dare fucking yell at me,” You hissed at him, “I’m the one who’s supposed to be pissed, not you, Nate”

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m so fucking sorry, can we please just put this in the past?” He asked. As first, you started to calm down a little but then he opened up his mouth again, “I don’t even understand why you’re so upset, it was one time,” he argued back.

“You promised me forever,” you said, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible at this point, “You promised we’d have a future together. And have kids and grow old together.”

“That can still happen! I can still give you all of that, just please give me one more chance!” he begged.

“Tell me the truth right now,” you said, ”Was is really that one time?” You silently prayed that it was just that one night that you would be able to forgive him for. 

“(Y/n),” he said in his soothing voice. Whenever he said your name like that, you knew it was bad news.

“No. Tell me right now. Tell me the fucking truth Nate because if it was more than once, so help me god,” You said anger erupting inside of you.

“It- it was more than once,” Nate said, avoiding your gaze.

“How many times then?” You asked not wanting to believe what he was saying

“Fuck, (y/n), why are you doing this to me?! You know I’m sorry! Isn’t that enough?”

You felt the tears rushing down your face. You tried to wipe them away, but more kept coming to the point where you were sobbing uncontrollably. Nate tried hugging you, but you pulled back before he had the chance.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” You whispered, hugging yourself tightly. You felt sick, as if your insides were about to fall out at any moment.

“Babe-” he started, but you cut him off.

“It’s not supposed to hurt this bad. I’ve been brokenhearted before, I’ve gone through break-ups before. They all leave scars. But this, this leaves a bitter taste and a scar that slowly rips and tears apart. It’s not supposed to hurt this fucking bad,” you sobbed.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you,” Nate said quietly, his eyes glistening with tears.

“But you did… and I hate you more than you could ever know,” You whispered, looking him directly in the eyes.

“You don’t mean that, (y/n). Please tell me you don’t mean that,” he cried.

“I do,” You said barely audible. You looked at him one last time before walking out of the apartment, the relationship, and his life forever.

anonymous asked:

Could you write first time Sam gives Dean a blow job and Sam's a bit nervous and shy?

Sex was all Sam ever heard at this school so far. A trend had been started by a boy named Brady Lee. Sam had listened from his desk, four seats away. The group of boys weren’t as quiet as they thought or Sam had really good hearing.

Dean had only been fourteen when he had his first blowjob, thirteen for his first handjob, and twelve the first time a girl made him cum in his jeans.

“How was school, Sammy?” Dean beams as they make their way back to the motel.

Sam squirmed a bit in his seat as he thought about the conversation he heard.

“Sam?” Dean questions, his eyes flitting between the road and his younger brother.

“T-these boys were talking today,” Sam answers quietly, face beet red.

Sam doesn’t know who else to ask and Dean won’t make fun of him, he just won’t.

“Yeah, I would think so,” Dean laughs.

Sam stares at Deans thick fingers on the steering wheel and he remembers those fingers in his hair last week when Dean gave him his first kiss. It was hot and wet with his older brothers big tongue stuffed into his mouth, he came inside his jeans in Deans lap.

“Brady Lee got his first blow job not too long ago,” Sam blurs out.

Dean goes silent at the words and his face is blank when Sam looks over.

Who is he kidding? Why would Dean want to give him a blow job? He’s probably lucky Dean even kissed him last week.

Sam wears baggy jeans and baggy shirts, his body swallowed in his beige jacket. When he looks in the mirror, his body is still on the skinny side. For fucks sake he barely has hair on his balls and he’s 15!

“Is that so?” Dean finally says, his voice sounds grated.

Sam nods and they finally turn into the motel. Dean rips the keys from the ignition and gets out the car. Sam follows, slamming the car door closed and hanging his head as he follows Dean into the small room.

He goes to his bed, dropping his bookbag and taking off his coat, but keeps on his hoodie. The heat was barely working in here.

“Did you want a blowjob?” Dean asks softly.

Sam gasps and turns to face his brother. Dean is sitting on the arm of the couch, playing with his hands.

“I-I just. Yeah, Dean,” Sam squeaks out.

His brother looks up with a smug smirk on his face.

“Then you should have asked, baby boy. Already had my tongue down your throat, why not put my mouth on your dick, C'mere,” Dean smiles.

Sam blushes hard and shuffles forward a couple steps to stand between Deans spread legs.

Sam doesn’t know how many nights he thinks about his brothers strong thighs and firm, toned stomach. Or maybe those thick arms, so strong. Those lips and eyes.

Dean stands and turns them so Sam can sit on the arm of the couch. Sam is already hard in his baggy jeans, tenting them.

“This for me, hm?” Dean whispers, cupping Sam’s erection.

Sam thrusts up into that big hand, looking up at Dean with wide eyes, nodding and groaning.

“Gonna show you a few things, alright? I promise this’ll feel so good, baby,” Deans voice is rough as he gets on his knees and starts pulling down Sam’s jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock hit the cool air.

“D-dean!” Sam stutters, covering himself when his brother spreads his legs more.

“Shy are we? Can’t be shy if I’m gonna’ do this for you. You need to move that hand so I can suck your dick,” Dean smirks, looking up at Sam.

He hesitates before removing his hand, shuddering as his wet tip brushes Dean’s plump lips.

Rough hands knead his inner thighs, thumbs rubbing up and down over the skin near his cock. Sam looks down and watches as Dean licks softly at his shaft, up to the head, suckling on it.


Sam’s hips buck involuntarily and he can’t help but blush when he hears Dean chuckle.

“Sam, watch me,” Dean growls, a hand coming to roll his balls.

Sam cries out softly at the feeling, looking down at Dean with lidded eyes.

“Cause you’re going to need this when you’re returning the favor,” Dean rumbles, mouth going to sink down on Sam’s dick.
Sam bucks and shouts loudly, gripping the back of Deans head. The rolling massage of his brothers tongue and wet suction make his eyes roll back into his head.

“First off, no teeth,” Dean says, panting as his hand jacks Sam in a corkscrew motion.

Sam whimpers out his pleasure, crying out again as Dean goes down again, the head of Sam’s cock hitting the back of his throat. Dean gags a little, but rights himself, slipping the rest of his little brothers dick down his throat.

Sam sobs brokenly, curling over his brother. Its intense for his first time, Brady didn’t describe it like this, but Brady also didn’t have Dean sucking his cock.

Dean comes off again, licking at Sam’s balls, sucking one into his mouth.

“Second, deeper is better, taking just the tip the whole time is boring. Oh, and lick a guys balls,” Dean smirks, but hesitates.

“Well, my balls,” Dean chuckles and his mouth engulfs Sam’s whole dick again.

Sam yanks and pulls at Deans hair as his brother bobs fast on his cock. He’s going to come soon, too soon.

“Oh, God. Dean!” Sam yells, head thrown back as his body spasms with pleasure.

“Fourth, little brother. If you can’t take him all the way, use your hand for the rest, usually jack it at the same speed you’re suckin’,” Deans voice is a wreck, but he’s pumping Sam fast and hard.

Sam whines as his eyes roll back again.

“Lastly, swallow if you can,” He hears Dean say.

He feels his cock jump hard as Dean sucks him down again. His balls tense and his curls forward again as Deans head keeps bobbing, wet noises loud as he works.

“Oh, Dean. Dean, I’m about to–to,” Sam doesn’t get much else out as he makes a high pitched, choked off sound as he starts coming.

He starts sobbing when he feels his come shoot down his brothers throat. Dean moans and swallows around Sam.

Sam feels himself falling apart as his orgasm goes on and on, dick pumping out come into his brothers mouth.

“So good, Dean,” Sam whimpers as his older brother pulls off and jacks Sam slowly, letting him come down from the intensity of his orgasm.

He falls back onto the couch, panting. He doesn’t care that his cock and balls are still out, jeans around his ankles.

“Don’t fall asleep, yet. You need to show me what you’ve learned,” Dean grins as he unzips his jeans.

Request -- Can you please do a one shot based on this imagine? http://teamfreewillimagines.tumblr.com/post/96312802647/x-dean-hit-me-all-you-want-y-n-im-not like the reader and Dean are in a relationship and they get into one of their worst fights and it gets physical? And the reader keeps trying to hit him because of how angry she is but Dean stops her punches and she breaks down? And then fluff? Thank you ! Youre amazing! c:

(I hope that you like it! xx)

Tears ran in furious streams down your face, but you still kept your eyes level with Dean’s emerald glare, refusing to back down from what you were arguing. Lore books and random documents cluttered the floor at your feet, and you could barely see the floor that you were walking on because of the wasteland beneath you. The mess had been a result of both of you getting too angry, wiping out everything in your paths except for each other. You could swear that it had been getting close to that, though, and that scared you just a bit in a corner of your mind.

The hunting life, even though it never had been, hadn’t been merciful on you lately. More specifically, you and Dean as a couple. As stress had piled on up to its peak, your time together had plummeted to a low and you would just get on to each other about the stupidest things that didn’t matter whatsoever in the end. In fact, you honestly couldn’t remember what you had been fighting about in the first place due to your screaming match. You would even lose your temper with each other while on cases, snapping at one another in front of the witnesses or getting injured by being distracted by the other person’s remarks. The snapping point had been bound to come soon, and you were now standing in it with fury running through all of your bones, an invisible barrier keeping the both of you apart. It was one that you didn’t want to try to cross, but at the same time, the distance was overwhelming and made you either want to take all of your exasperation out on him or just fall into his arms and pleaded for you not to fight anymore. It was definitely not going to be the latter, though; you hated the saltwater staining your face, for you had always thought of crying as a sign of weakness, and you despised being looking vulnerable in front of Dean when he was infuriated. It made you feel small compared to him, and that just fueled the fire inside of you with even more indignation.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” Dean growled, and you jutted your chin out. “Because damn, I could go all night!”

“It’s as if you think I don’t have the same endurance that you do!” you yelled back, taking an angry step forward. “Just try me. I dare you.”

“Hell, I’ve been trying!” he shouted, coming closer towards you. You refused to tremble in his presence that was close to looming over you, still standing tall under his narrowed gaze. “I’ve been trying to make this work out through all the crap that we go through every single day!”

You pointed your trigger finger to your chest, tremors visibly rolling through you in your state of vexation.

“I’m trying too!” Your voice was so loud that it was bouncing off of the walls of the bunker, but you didn’t have time to be satisfied in the echo that it made. “Do you think that I like fighting with you like this?!”

He laughed without a sense of humor, and that just made you see even more red in your vision.

“Oh, please, Y/N! You’re the one who keeps this going! You just love to get me all riled up when I’m already too exhausted to think!”

“Yeah? Well, you’re not the only one, Dean!” You finally crossed the barrier that divided you from him, your anger being the only thing that you could bring yourself to focus on because of his thoughtless words. “And plus, you’re the one who is continuing this because of you saying that!”

“I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” Dean’s voice was incredibly sarcastic, and a pang of pain went through your chest at how uncaring he sounded. That agony was then replaced by even more wrath, more than you could think you would be able to feel. You grabbed the collar of his plaid shirt, taking just one moment of gratification at the shocked look on his face; you were now blinded by your fury, finally caving into it.

“You should know that I don’t shatter easily,” you hissed, and swung at him.

He knew your moves too well after years of hunting with you, though, and just barely dodged the punch that you threw at him. Your tears blurred his image as you aimlessly tried to hit him, crying out in untamed annoyance whenever he blocked your attempts. You managed to clip him in the jaw, and he only gasped a little; there was pain in his eyes, though, and you almost wavered in what you were doing. The hit had sobered him up of his anger, and he was now seeing more clearly than you were. Regret was the prominent emotion swimming through his expression as he kept defending himself from your instinctive hits.

“Keep trying to hit me, Y/N,” he told you, catching your fist before it landed on his cheek. “I’m not going to fight back. I promise you.”

“You asshole!” you screamed. “You know exactly what makes me break! You know all of my weaknesses! Why don’t you just hit me already?!”

Dean grabbed both of your wrists, restricting you from making any more failed attempts at trying to hit him, and looked straight into your eyes. He could tell that your anger was fading, and all that was being left behind was the weariness that was the result of the stress that had been upon your shoulders for what seemed like an eternity.

“Because I’m not going to hurt you,” he responded softly.

His words were so full of care and love that you regained some sense from them, and was slowly brought out of your madness. Finally focusing on his truthful stare, you slowly crumbled; your hands unclenched, and sobs started to rack your body. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you, at last, fell apart in his secure hold, rocking you to him as you cried. It was as if all the pressure was falling off of the both of you steadily in small pieces, making you realize just what horrible things you had said to each other in your fits of anger.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you whispered, your voice now hoarse and frayed at the edges; at your apology, Dean wiped your tears away and smiled.

“I am, too,” he replied, putting a gentle kiss on your forehead. “We just needed to get all of our stress out.”

“Th-That’s no excuse!” He brushed the hair out of your face, calmly meeting your gaze; forgiveness was apparent on both sides of the argument, but guilt was rising up inside of you.

“Things like this happen sometimes,” he told you, no trace of irritation left in any of his features. “Anyway, I’m sure I deserved that hit.”

You almost giggled quietly before realizing just how bad the mark that you had made already looked, reaching up to touch his face; a reddish bruise was already blossoming. “God, I-I…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean brought your hand from his jaw and kissed it. “I like the battle scars. It shows that we survived.”

You leaned into his chest, sighing. “We just don’t need a full-blown war.”

He grinned at you, bringing his lips to yours and pressing you to him as tightly as he could; now that all of the anger had dissipated, you could relax into him and you finally smiled yourself.

“We’ll make sure that that won’t happen.”

Bang! - Michael Clifford imagine.

Requested? Yes No

“Are you ready to go yet? We’re going to be late for our dinner reservations!” Your fiancé Michael, yelled down the hallway.

“Yea, I just need you to zip in my dress!” You yelled back. “I don’t know about this, I don’t feel comfortable leaving her…” You whispered to him. You had a baby girl together, it was your first time going out for dinner since she was born.

“It’ll be fine,” he whispered back. “Amber will take good care of her, won’t you Amber?” He smiled towards the babysitter.

“(y/n), don’t worry! I have your number on speed dial, so if I need you i’ll call!” She giggled, rubbing your arm to comfort you.

“Right, okay… Lets go then!” You smiled, before kissing your baby daughter on the forehead.

You reached the car. Michael opened your door for you. Even after 6 years together, he’s still the perfect gentleman.

“I’m really nervous, Mikey.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“It’s okay, it’s your maternal instincts. But I promise baby, everything will be fine.” He cooed, putting his hand on your knee. “I love you so much. you know that, right?” He smiled.

“Of course I do, I love you too!” You laughed, squeezing his hand.

You were going to the same restaurant you had your first date in for dinner, it was so posh… you remember how hard He tried to impress you when you first met. He asked you out 4 times before you said yes, now you know he’s the one. When you pulled up at the front, the valet parks your car. Michael takes your hand, intwining your fingers together.

You walked through the door, hand in hand & were directed to your table. Michael pulled your chair out for you, before you sat down.

“Still the perfect gentleman!” You giggled.

“Of course, my lady deserves the best of the best.” He laughed, taking your hand & rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “Can you believe we’re getting married in two weeks?” He chuckled.

“I know! I’m not even nervous. It just feels right,” you giggled, gazing over the menu. “Oh wait, that’s a lie! I’m nervous incase I trip down the isle…” You giggled.

“I’m sure everything will be fine!” He laughed. “Are you having a drink?”

“Yea, why not!” You huffed out a breath, as the waitress came over. She was clearly checking Michael out & began to flirt a little, but he only had eyes for you.

“What drinks will you be having?” She asked.

“I’ll have rosè wine, please.” You smiled, looking over to your fiancé, who never took his eyes off of you.

“Um, I’ll just have a Pepsi please.” He ordered, still looking at you.

“You’re allowed to look, Michael…” You suggested.

“I don’t need to, I have the love of my life right in front of me… I’d rather look at her.” He smirked. He still knew how to give you butterflies & make you blush.

Your drinks came & you ordered your food, decided to split two meals… It was your ‘thing’.

Finally the meals came.

The delightful evening came to an end. You had 4 glasses of wine and were a little beyond tipsy.

Michael had his arm around your waist, helping you out of the restaurant.

You stood & waited for the car to be brought back round.

“I love you so much, Batman.” You giggled, before kissing him passionately.

“I love you too,” he mumbled in between breaths.

“We’re going to be together forever…” You sang in his ear. He couldn’t stop laughing at your drunken state.

The car came round & he was handed the keys. Michael helped you into your seat before running round to his side.

“Lets go home to our baby.” He whispered, before letting out a little giggle.

“You’re such a good daddy, Mikey…” You mumbled before drifting off.

You were woken by Michael, tapping your shoulder. “I can’t believe you fell asleep like 2 seconds after getting in the car…” He chuckled.

“It’s alcohol, it makes me tired…” You giggled.

He decided to park the car a little bit away from the house, incase your daughter was asleep & the engine woke her up. You shivered a little.

“Here” he said, taking off his jacket and handing it to you, “Have this.” He put it over your shoulders, as you got a whiff of his cologne. You loved that smell.

You lightly kissed his lips as a thank you, and began to walk up the street.

Suddenly, a dark dressed man jumped out on you.

He was holding a gun, pointing at Michael.

“Give me your money!” He shouted.

“Calm down, sir!” Michael said, trying to keep the situation from escalating. The man began to change the direction of his gun, from Michael to you, and back to Michael. But he stepped in front of you, protecting you from any possible harm.

“Just give him money Michael.” you whispered, completely terrified. You were only a few feet from where your baby lay, this wasn’t how you wanted to die.

Michael reached into the pocket of the jacket you were wearing.

“Hey man! No funny business!” The stranger shouted.

“Calm down, sir! I’m getting my wallet.” He replied. He went into his wallet, getting out £100 & handing it to the stranger. “That’s all I have on me, sir.” He reasoned.

“Fine, no harm done.” The stranger smirked, putting his new cash in his pocket. You stepped closer to Michael, but the heal on your shoe buckled.

The sudden movement startled the stranger, when suddenly… *BANG*, you heard a gun shot.

The man scattered, fleeing the scene.

You grab onto Michael’s chest & you stop, staring into one another’s eyes. Michael looks at your body up & down, but sees no blood.

You see a single tear fall from his eye, as he looks down his own body. You take your hand away from his chest, to see its covered in blood. He falls to his knees, his eyes welling up.

“No. NO! No, no, no, NO! MICHAEL!” You scream, as his body falls to the floor.

He struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Mikey baby, no don’t leave me!” You cry, rocking him back and forth. “HELP!” You scream.

Amber comes running out of your apartment, towards you and Michael.

“Amber, phone an ambulance!” You cry. “Mike, baby please don’t leave me… Don’t leave us.” You slowly sob.

“I love you (y/n), I love you so much.” He chokes, as blood starts to fall out of his mouth & his eyes begin to shut. You try & sit him up.

“No Michael, open your eyes god dammit! You aren’t leaving me, you cant leave us! were getting married in two weeks! I love you so much. Please don’t go!” You cry harder & harder.

The ambulance shows up, taking him from your grip.

“I love you batman, your going to be okay.” You whisper, as they put him in the ambulance.

“Are you joining us?” The paramedic asks.

“No, I’ll follow. I need to get my baby!” You cried.

The ambulance drove away, as you ran into the house to grab your daughter.

“I should drive,” Amber suggests “you still seem a little intoxicated” she adds.

“Yes, of course!” You say, trying to hold back your tears for the sake of the child you’re placing in the carseat. You take your place in the passenger side, as Amber gets in to drive. It’s a short journey, only lasting 10 minutes.

You rush into the hospital, with the babysitter following shortly behind holding your child. You run to a desk & ask for about your fiancé.

“He’s in surgery just now, I’ll take you to the waiting room.” A pleasant lady with a comforting smile suggests.

“Please.” your voice cracks & the moisture builds in the corner of your eyes.

Before you know it, you’re being woken by a tall muscular man in a white coat.

“Hello, Mrs Clifford? I’m Dr. Nichols.” Your heart flutters as he calls you by your soon to be name. You’re soon ripped back to reality as you realise why you’re here. You look to the man standing straight in front of you, as you try to study his features.

“Is he okay?” You choke.

“I’m sorry ma’am, he lost a lot of blood & I’m afraid he didn’t make it.”

“and that’s when my whole world crashed.”

a/n: are you crying? Cause I’m am. God dammit, why’d I do this to myself. Feedback would be appreciated.