PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R lol WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!! REQUESTED: nope !
this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!!
feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)
Listen. One of us has to stay down here and blow up a lot of silly tin men, and one of has to go up there and look after a lot of very scared people, day after day, for the rest of their lives, and keep them safe. Now the question is this, Nardole: which one of us is stronger?
Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean say his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.
Which was breaking your heart.
Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried inyour hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.
Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.
“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”
a/n: You all have been so patient and I know I’m a bit late (4 months late soz about that). Every single one of you have been so amazing with the support of this, and it blows my mind every time I get a notification that TiC got another note. And when I posted earlier today that I was posting it, I absolutely loved the response I got in my inbox. It made my heart incredibly happy and with each message that came in, not gonna lie, i teared up a bit. You all have been so lovely and good sports (especially when i posted that fake TiC2 WHAT A TIME). So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support. I have met some of the most incredible people through TiC and I cherish every single one of you. I feel so emotional posting this, but you all finally deserve the second part to probably the most angsty piece I have ever written (and will ever write omg). So, please enjoy the second and final installment to Trouble in Canada :)
THANK YA TO MY LOVELY @whitechocolateperfection for reading over this and giving me confidence :) you’re the best and i love you a whole lot
Those four words held a weight so heavy that you lost your grip on your tea. Your mug dropped to the floor, shattering in pieces and tea spilling all over the hardwood floor. You immediately went to pick up the broken pieces. On your knees, you picked up the shards of glass as Shawn was stood in the same exact position; not moving a single bone in his body to help you.
Collecting all the tiny shards in your hand you swiftly moved past Shawn to go throw the pieces out in the kitchen. You opened the trash bin, and right as you were about to throw out the broken mug, Shawn’s voice interrupted your movements, “Is that the mug I got you? The one from our first Valentine’s day together?”