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soulidarity · 2 months

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Rafayel and reader did that it was readers first time but in the morning she gets up early she had an important class so she leaves and she forgets to text Rafayel and Rafayel would feel very anxious?!? Idk if it makes any sense

left alone

hurt/comfort | rafayel x mc / reader | 694 words

as she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a purple tuff of hair on her chest. her face softened as she played with it for a moment, remembering the events of last night. it had been such a meaningful experience. wanting to thank him with breakfast, the girl started getting up, careful not to disturb her partner.

as she checked her phone, she realized the time. she was about to be late for work. quickly getting dressed and leaving a goodbye kiss, she made her way out of the artists house.

a few hours later, the lemurian woke up, feeling unusually cold as he realized where this lack of warmth was coming from. he turned around and saw that his bed was empty as he recalled everything that had happened.

had she really just left him? used him? was that all she wanted from him? everything that their relationship had been building up to be up until this point was for nothing?

As the tall man stood up and looked over his house for any sign of his partner, he grew even more disappointed, but not of her but of himself. had he not been enough? if she just wanted that type of relationship, she could've said so. he just wanted her in any way he could. even if it was at his expense.

the day went on, and he laid on his bed. time moving fast, but he paid no mind to it. maybe thomas had called him a couple of times, it couldnt have been anything important since he didn't burst through the door while scolding him.

he tossed and turned in the bed, her scent surrounding him, making his chest tighten. After a bit, he fell asleep again.

"...yel"

"...fayel"

"Rafayel!"

He turned around as he woke up, taking in his surroundings.

"Did you sleep all day? Thomas texted me saying he couldn't get in touch with you."

"So you pay attention to Thomas' texts but can't even leave me a note?"

"What? What do you mean-?"

"You left me."

Her teasing smile dropped as it dawned on her what she had done.

"Oh my god I... Rafayel I swear it wasn't like that"

"It's fine," he interrupted, sitting up on the bed and looking down. "If you... want to see me in that way and only in that way... It's fine, just please..." Strong hands held her wrists. "dont leave me."

Both of them sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity, the clock on the wall seemingly unmoving.

At the lack of response, the lemurian looked up to see her holding back tears. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I just left you there! And you're just... accepting it?!" She shook off his hold and stepped off the bed.

"Why are you getting angry at me?"

"Im not angry at you, Yel. Im angry at myself. What happened last night was really special to me and I really wanted- want to thank you. But I woke up late and Tara had been calling me so I ran to work. I am... truly sorry."

He stood up, chuckling at her tear stained face.

"It's okay, my love." he caressed her cheek, her hands quickly flying to hold his. "It's not. You've told me countless times how scared you are of me leaving, and it feels like I continue to make that fear come true. And I'm really sorry... I... wish I could give you what you're looking for-"

Her rambling was interrupted by soft lips pressed against hers. It lasted a few seconds before he pulled away.

"I should really buy you a lip balm" her mouth was slightly open in bewilderment as he chuckled.

"It's really okay. Both of us need to work on our things. You should be better at letting me know when you have to leave, and I should be better at letting you leave. As much as I wish to have you for myself, you have responsibilities, and you love your job, I can't take you away from it."

"To make it up to you, how about I make dinner?" she smiled.

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thank you so much for the request! english isnt my first language so i apologize for my mistakes.

#love & deepspace #love and deepspace #rafayel #rafayel x reader #otome

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rosemary-morgan · 2 years

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HC's - Comfort after a nightmare

Hey, lovely ones (❁´◡`❁) Today some HC with our beloved dwarfs

And as always a big thanks to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings. 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹 @i-did-not-mean-to Of Course some Ori HC included 😉

Warning: Mention of nightmares, angst

Characters: Thorin, Ori, Fili, Bofur, Dwalin and Kili

Thorin

"Amrâlime? What are you doing out here?" Thorin, dressed in his royal red robe, joins you on the balcony. The night is cool and after you explain that you had a terrible nightmare, he looks at you all worried. "Oh, Y/N. Why didn't you wake me up?" Seeing that you are shivering and cold, he takes off his robe and puts it over your shoulders. Immediately you snuggle into his strong arms and find shelter with him. "I didn't mean to wake you, Thorin," you whisper, the trembling clear in your voice. "You know you can always come to me if you're worried." His words move you to tears. The usually stern and stubborn king shows a very gentle side with you because he loves you more than anything. Without another word, he lifts you in his arms and brings you back to bed. There you snuggle up to him and enjoy the safety and warmth that emanates from him.

Ori

Ori is terribly worried about you, but he tries to stay calm so as not to make you even more nervous. But he can't always hide his tears from you because he feels your pain too. He prepares a warm tea for you, covering you in a cozy and warm blanket. And while you tell him what has tormented you, he holds your hand and caresses it with his thumb over and over again. The warm tea is soothing and you know that nothing can happen to you with Ori. Young Ori will take care of you, protect you with his life. "My love, I'm so sorry." He doesn't really know what to say. But he knows you need his closeness. "Would you like another cup of tea?" And as he talks to you, he strokes your cheek. "Whatever is bothering you. I'll protect you." "I know, my love. I know." And with those words, you put your cup aside and snuggle under the covers with Ori. On his chest, you fall asleep calmly.

Fili

Drenched in sweat, you wake up and the first thing you do is reach out to Fili. You need the warm, strong body of this man. As you begin to sob and cry, Fili becomes aware and he knows you've had another nightmare. Instantly, he pulls you into his strong arms and you snuggle up against his chest. Lovingly, he strokes through your hair, whispering soft words to you. "It's all right, Amrâlime. You are here with me." His scent and the warmth that emanates from him soothes you and give you comfort. Seeing you cry hurts him deep inside. As you lay your head on his lap and you slowly begin to calm down, he caresses your cheek, your forehead, your hair over and over again. You know Fili is always there for you and he would never let you down.

Bofur

Bofur knows how scared you are after a nightmare and he knows what you need now. After running you a bath, he leads you into the bathroom and you immediately notice the scent of lavender. It is pleasant and you look forward to a soothing bath. While you take a warm bath, you tell Bofur about your nightmares and he listens attentively, stroking you repeatedly through your damp hair. "I'm sorry you were so frightened, Amrâlime." After your extensive bath, Bofur wraps you in a cozy towel and carries you to bed, where he holds you in his arms and sings softly. His voice is soothing to your soul and his loving gestures make your heart laugh with joy.

Dwalin

Dwalin is a very strong man and yet he has a very tender, sensitive side that only you know. He proves that again and again. Just like he is doing right now. "Babe? Babe, wake up!" When he saw you being tormented by nightmares again, his heart started beating fast. His concern for you was plain to see. When you eventually woke up screaming, he gently reached for your arms and he stroked you, trying to calm you down. "Shh, it's okay. You're okay..." He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cry. There's no other place you feel safer than in Dwalin's arms. Nothing will ever happen to you with him. His warm, gentle kisses, immediately soothe you and they remind you how much you are loved.

Kili

He sees your pain and he feels your fear. A night walk in the fresh air helps you a lot to clear your mind and Kili would even walk with you all night if it helps you. The main thing is that you are well. And after a walk in the cold air, Kili lights a fire at home so you can warm up. With a big blanket in his hands, Kili joins you to cuddle with you in front of the fireplace. "Amrâlime..." Leaning his forehead against yours, he smiles gently. "You know you're safe with me, don't you?" Of course you do, and when Kili sees you smiling all at once, he takes pleasure in it.

#Kili #fili #thorin #ori #dwalin #bofur #reader insert #love #relationships #comfort #angst #nightmares #my hc's #my fanfictions #the hobbit #toliken dwarfs

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noroger · 5 years

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Your gonna lose that girl.

George Harrison x Reader

Summary: George falls for Roger Taylor’s girl.

Its a follow on from my fic ‘take good care of my baby, roger taylor x reader’ but they still make sense if you read them on their own.

i hope you like it @givemequeen :), im glad you liked the original fic enough to request more.

Im very sorry its taken so long,, i haven’t really been in the mood to write recently.

I have 8 different scenes in here so she thicc.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You had found yourself comfortable on a bar stool for the past 20 minutes sipping on drinks that got more stonger the more you bought.

Usually you would be at home waited for your boyfriends phone call but since he hadn’t called you for the past 2 nights you decide to stop mopping around home and mope around in a bar instead.

You were so absorbed in thought that you didn’t hear the comotion of the guy sitting beside you on another bar stool until he spoke.

“Whatever your drinking smells strong” he lighting said which made you jump a little.

You turned your head around and were met with brown eyes.

George Harrison.

Of course you knew who he was, you used to see him at parties wandering around or the media.

You let out a little tut as you picked up the glass and swiftly downed the rest “not strong enough” you spoke.

“Why’s that?, something going on?” he softly asked and he picked up his drink too.

You scoffed to yourself, “something like that” you answered as you called the bartender over to order yourself another drink.

“Wanna tell me?”

You let out a soft laugh “im not about to be one of those bar stereotypes, the ones who come to drink and then spill all their sorrows out on a stranger”.

You heard him chuckle softly from beside you.

“Where’s Roger Taylor anyway, your usually never off his arm?”

You gave him an offended look and his eyes started to widen as he realised how bad it sounded and you raised an eyebrow at him as he started to stutter.

“I-i well, i just meant that your always with him cause your his girl and-... shit im sorry” he stopped his rambling with a worried chuckle as he ran his hand through his brown locks.

“It dont matter” you shrugged as you sipped your drink, “not really sure im his girl anymore”.

George looked at you with a confused look as you chugged the rest of your drink.

“Talk to me” he spoke as he put a hand on your thigh which weirdly felt comforting rather than it being seen as him trying to cop a feel.

You could see the worried look in his deep eyes and yiu knew he meant no harm, he did relly care about the situation and he wanted to help comfort you rather than help you drink all your sorrows away.

So you told him about the distance you and Roger had created, Roger lying about his whereabouts and coming home at early hours in the morning, him forgetting important things.

George was so helpful that night and you hated to admit it but you felt butterflies form in your stomach when he would smile at you from time to time or when his hand would brush against yours.

He helped you home that night after he let you cry on his shoulder, his warm embrace comforting you and you felt like you had known this man for years.

He helped you up the stairs and into your bed ad you passes out in sleep straight away from being so drunk and exhausted from crying. He made sure to leave a glass of water and aspirin at your bedside table and he locked the door for you and posted the keys through the letter box.

You didnt know any of this happened untill you woke up confused, the one thing you didnt know even when you woke up was that he set a small loving kiss to the top of your forehead before he left.

If you don't take her out tonight

She's gonna change her mind

(She's gonna change her mind)

And I will take her out tonight

And I will treat her kind

(I'm gonna treat her kind)

The next time you and George met it was at this small coffee shop that you loved, the one you and Roger would always go to so he could focus on his song writing.

It wasn’t coincidental that you had met George at the coffee shop obviously, he had left his number on the beside table the night he helped you home.

At first you both agreed as meeting on terms as friends but as weeks past, the more time you spent with George the more you seemed to forget about Roger.

It felt wrong, you thought Roger would be the one for you but George seemed to overtake him. You would never replace Roger but being with George felt better and you hated to admit it.

George took you out ever chance he would, you wouldn’t care if it was just to his house or to a fancy restaurant as long as you guys were together.

You started staying up later on the phone to each other, laughing about random things. You started missing each othet the days you couldn’t be together.

He started sending flowers or a box of chocolates to your house with cute little notes on the days he was busy at the studio or if your day was occupied.

Your heart felt full when you were with him.

Roger took half your heart away with him when he went on tour but George filled back up the missing piece.

“I dont know why this feels so wrong and so right at the same time” you breathed out as your head rested on Georges chest.

He hummed in response as his eyes were closed, taking in the moment.

You were both lying on his couch in the living room, having just watched a movie together.

“I know i know, just don’t think of it like your doing something wrong to Roger, just think of us as two friends hanging out” he softly spoke.

You cuddled deeper into him as you nodded and focused on the tv infront of you that was now playing your favourite movie.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

If you don't treat her right, my friend

You're gonna find her gone,

(You're gonna find her gone)

'Cause I will treat her right, and then

You'll be the lonely one

(You're not the only one)

“I’ve fallen for you George and i hate but love it all at the same time because i’m with another man, but i really do love you and i just wanted to know if you feel the same way?”

The shocked expression on his features made your heart pound faster in your chest.

“D-do you not feel the same way?” you quietly asked.

“No, of course i do love” he chuckled softly. “Just a bit surprised that you’ve fallen for me, i mean why would you want a ex beatles member when you have a queen drummer”.

“George, none of that matters” you shook your head as you moved forward to byour closer to him. “I’ve fallen for you because your the most amazing man in the world, you treat me so good”.

George felt his breath hitch at how close your faces were.

Your heart rate started to pick up and you felt both of you start to lean in as your eyes were both locked on each other’s lips.

As soon as your lips were about to touch you turned you head so he would kiss your cheek instead.

You closed your eyes as you felt him pull back and sigh, you didn’t want to see the hurt look on his face.

“I’m sorry” you whimpered. “I can’t, not just now, not when i’m still with Roger” you spoke as you felt you lip quiver.

“No, it’s okay love” he spoke as he placed his hand in your face. “Love look at me”.

“I understand” he placed a soft kiss to your forehead and wrapped you in his arms.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna loooooooo...

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

I'll make a point

Of taking her away from you

(Watch what you do)

Yeah

The way you treat her

What else can I do?

(You're gonna lose that girl)

Your breath hitched in your throat as the sound of the telephone rang our through your house knowing fine well that it was Roger calling.

You tried to rush to the phone but also tip toe so you didn’t wake up the sleeping man that slept where Roger usually would.

“Hello?” you spoke trying to be quiet.

“Hello love” you could practically see his smile through his words as you sighed into the receiver. “I know your probably mad at me for not calling in several days love” he spoke “we’ve just been so busy with rehearsals and then we have the shows and then i just feel so exhausted after” you knew he was lying, you could tell as soon as he even started the sentence that it would be another blatent lie.

“I understand” you spoke softly into the receiver, your disappointment in the relationship deepening even more.

“Your always so patience with me, i love you for that” his voice spoke into the phone from miles away and your heart raced as you knew you still loved this man even thought there was another man you had secretly been seeing sleeping in this place on your shared bed in your shared home.

“Of course Roger” you said in a monotone voice as you looked at the door of your bedroom that was just opened wide enough to see George’s sleeping figure.

“How are you?”

“I’m okay, but uh,” you hesitated, “we need to talk when you get back” you said sternly.

There was a pause before he spoke up “everything okay?”

“We’ll speak when you come home Roger” the word ‘home’ felt unnatural to say now, because this place wasnt your home anymore, you didn’t want it to be.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna loooooooo...

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

“God Y/N!, stop being so selfless!” Your friend hissed at you.

“It doesn’t matter how Roger feels okay, it’s about how you feel” She spoke has she took your hand into hers.

You were explaining the whole situation to her from meeting George in the bar, to your terrible excuse of a relationship with Roger and how you had fallen for George without having any sexual intimacy involved, all of the feelings come from complete love from your heart.

“If you love George and he feels the same then you need to be with George even if that means hurting Roger, with or without George being involved you shouldn’t still be in this relationship” She spoke as you listened so deeply to her words.

You sighed deeply as you nodded. “I know” you concluded as she wrapped you up in a deep hug.

I'll make a point

Of taking her away from you

(Watch what you do)

Yeah

The way you treat her

What else can I do?

The silence was defining and Roger looked at you waiting for you to spit the words, your heart thumping in your chest didn’t help at all.

“I’m sorry Roger, but i’ve fallen for another man” you sobbed out.

You couldn’t look at his face, you didn’t want to, but when he didn’t respond you had worried he’d walked out somehow without you knowing.

Making eye contact with him, his mouth at gape as his eyes tearing up, ‘okay’ he choked out as he nodded and then stood up to walk outside into the back garden.

You felt hurt for how short his answer was and for how he walked away, did he really not care?.

You felt the tears flow freely as you looked around your once loved home, all the memories you shared together. First visiting the house to decorating to all the loving nights together, to the arguments.

The picture that sat in the frames mocked you, you hated to look at them because you guys looked so happy together and you hated that it had to be like this.

“I can help you pack?” you jumped at the sudden voice that came from behind yo.

“Roger”- you breathed our as you saw his hurt face “im so sorry” you whimpered out as he shook his head, he understood and you knew that.

“Stop it, you deserve to be with someone who can love and treat you right” he spoke as he wrapped you into a hug.

You let out a sob as you took in his scent in once last time, the smoke still strong from his last cigarette but the sweet smell of the shampoo he used caught your attention the most because it was the most beautiful smell ever.

“I will always love you y/n, i know ive been a shitty boyfriend and i wish things would have been different” he hummed into your hair as wet drops fell into it.

You hoped that was never the last time you’d see Roger, maybe you guys could somehow be friends?.

If you don't take her out tonight

She's gonna change her mind

(She's gonna change her mind)

And I will take her out tonight

And I will treat her kind.

(I'm gonna treat her kind)

You slammed harshly on the familiar door, the rain outside poured harshly, soaking into your clothes and your tears soaking your face.

The brown door swung open and you were met with a worried expression.

“I did it-“ you breathed out “we are over” you continued as the man you loved stood infront of you.

George sighed out in relief as he pulled you into the house and immediately went to get you a change of clothes.

When he came back down you got changed and he immediately took you into his arms, pulling you down onto the couch and wrapping a blanket around the two of you.

“G-george-“ you croaked out as you looked up into his eyes.

He nodded softly, waiting for you to carry on.

“I love you” you whispered for the first time as you brought your hand up to be placed on his face and he leaned into your touch.

“I love you too” he moved to kiss your hand as his eyes lit up as you spoke the words.

He didnt speak after that, he knew you were heartbroken and he understood that you needed time. No words were needed to be spoken as the silence was comforting.

You started to drift asleep, wanting to forget the days evets for just a couple hours.

The small loving kiss George had placed on your forehead the first time you met was placed back onto your head as you slep peacefully.

“Im so glad your mine” he spoke softly.

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

You're gonna lose that girl

(Yes, yes, you're gonna lose that girl)

#queen x reader #roger taylor x reader #george harrison x reader #the beatles x reader

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jojosthetic-boogaloo · 5 years

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ur moodboards r so pretty!! i was wondering if i could get one w/ a matchup? i'm a 21 y/o 5'7" bi girl, gemini and an infp. my interests include writing (kinda edgy tbh) poetry n drawing. i'm v into vulture culture, specifically bone collecting and wet specimens. i love animals, esp ferrets (i have 6 lol). i love listening to music, mostly heavy or obscure bands. i'm not v assertive and i'm a big daydreamer. ppl say i have a rather dry/dark sense of humor. thank u and good luck w the new blog!!

Darling, for sure! And thank you so much!! I hate to admit that flattery will in fact get you anywhere ahh dang it ily

For your matchup! This is like, bit obvious ‘kay, but let me make it special aight yuh, cue funky goth music!

((Also, I went with the assumption that ferret owners walk them?? I hope that’s okay and not too bizarre?? As a dog owner I am sorry if I messed that up hhh)

Translation: “Be my silver lining, help me make things better, darling.”

Leone Abbacchio!

At first glance, Abbacchio just really dug your style. The way you presented yourself was exactly according to his liking, extremely tasteful, he thought to himself. Still, having a platonic crush on your style didn’t move him to come up to speak to you out of the blue, what for anyways? Not like he was about to ruin some quite scrumptious girl’s day with his weird ramblings.

What a surprise though. Next time he spotted you in public it was by chance, and also amusingly entertaining. Were you really walking around with 4 ferrets on a leash? What was better, as he walked closer to you was, did you also carry two more ferrets on your tote-bag? He chuckled as he finally was close enough to you and spoke. “Excuse me miss, I couldn’t help but stare.” He started, earning a raised eyebrow from you, was this dude a creep or something? You tightened the leash quietly towards you, ready to lift your tiny children into the bag and run if needed.

“Oh, yeah?” You replied, on your guard, giving him a full scan with your eyes. Tall, well built, solemn looking, very nice lips and lipstick, nice hair, nice clothing style. Okay, visually, he had a pass, you had yet to see if he was a decent person. “Yeah.” He started, feeling the analytic gaze coming from you in his figure. He came in too strong probably. “I mean, it’s not every day you see a beautiful lady walking around with... six. Six ferrets in the street.” He had paused mid-sentence to count your pets. That, that earned positive points on his favor, he was cute, he got a pass.

“That’d be a beautiful girl for you, I’m not that old, sir.” You retorted, a small smile on your lips for you didn't mean no harm, and he understood that by replying with a smile on his face as well. “Ouch, okay, touché.” You both chuckled, then Leone presented himself, extending a polite hand your way. “I’m Leone, Leone Abbacchio, pleased to meet you miss.” He started, his lips together in a polite, amused smile. You thought it through for a second, realizing just how handsome this man was, timidly raising your hand to shake his. “Y/N’s the name, the pleasure is... mine, Leone.” He found that reaction interesting, contrary to the previous one, regaling you with a tender smile that barely showed you his perfect pearly whites.

“Well, Y/N, would you maybe... like to go for a drink?” He suggested, taking all his chances right there. How long had it been since he last went out with a girl for his own personal interest? He feared he’d forgotten how to act. Then came your answer, that actually put him at ease quite easily. “I’d love to, but I have to leave this babies back home first.” You started, then adjusting your tote-bag and reaching inside the pocket of your pants you took out your phone, unlocking it with practiced easiness. “Mind giving me your number so we can meet up some other time though?” He grinned, nodding and giving you a short “hm” as a response.

You’d decided to meet up at the local music store, upon his request. Apparently, he wanted to buy a new album from his favorite band for his collection, and you didn’t comply, since you also were happy to check out on some new tunes.

Watch him pleasantly surprised when he gets there and finds that both; you’re already there, even if he did get there a bit early, and also you were eyeing quite thoroughly the section he most liked to search through. “Hello there Y/N, anything catch your eye?”

As much as you’d liked to blurt out “You.”, you swallowed when you turned around and saw this wonderful eye candy ask about your music preference.

After walking around the store for a while, casually chatting about the CDs both you and him pointed at or grabbed before placing them back in place you’d learned that you shared music tastes! Would he get any better than this? You thought, and simultaneously, so did he about you.

You decided to go for that drink you promised the previous day, he ordered some tea, and you did much the same. He refrained from drinking beer due to having problems with it in the past, he commented. You felt bad, so that’s why you chose the same thing, a small act of solidarity.

Through the afternoon, you’d been talking about books you’d read, sometimes coinciding on your reads, most the time Abbacchio recommending you books he’d loved, and so on.

It got interesting when you mentioned you also wrote some poetry sometimes. He asked if he could someday see your writings, and as much flustered as you got upon just thinking about it, you decided upon saying “We’ll see.”

When the night came, you’d realized you’d spent too much time in there, now a long 30 minute walk awaited you back home and, quite honestly, you weren’t exactly giddy and excited about it.

“Don’t worry, bella, I’ll drive you home.” Great! You were rather nervous to get in the car of a man you’d quite prematurely met, but something deep in your gut told yourself to trust in him. And you did well, he opened the passenger seat’s door for you in a most outdated gentlemanly manner and turned around to sit down on the driver’s seat himself, revving up the engine and starting your way back home. You gave him the directions in a quiet tone, the music on the radio calmly playing while he let you guide, eyes focused on the road ahead and the wind gently swaying his hair backwards from his half open window.

You took some time to quietly observe his features. The moonlight did him justice, he looked handsome during daylight, but this was another thing entirely. You realized you’d gotten a small crush on him at this point, sighing and staring at the road ahead. Not aware he’d noticed your staring and was now biting the inside of his cheek where you couldn’t see his embarrassment.

When you got home, your stomach sunk. You felt just how much you didn’t want him to leave just yet. And so, when you undid your belt and were about to turn for the door after a quiet “thank you”, you decided on turning back once more, only to notice he’d leaned over onto your seat and his face was mere inches away from yours, staring back at you with quiet surprise and wonder.

He swallowed, timidly speaking up after clearing his throat, not moving an inch. “You were about to... forget your bag in the back seat...” He stated, and you did notice your bag was being held in the hand that invaded your seat by its handles.

You slowly leaned in, and it happened, you pressed your lips to his, and he pressed back against you in return, raising his hand to your cheek and letting the bag softly drop into the car’s floor.

When you broke off the kiss, you bit your lip. You were both adults, there was no harm in asking, right? “Uhm... would you want to... come in?” He chuckled and leaned back into the driver’s seat, moving the gear lever while still looking at you with a smirk on his lips. “Sure bella, let me park first and I’ll be there in a minute.”

So he spent the night with you. Next morning, you woke up with a small paper note next to you in bed, right where he’d laid previously and it read, in utmost fancy calligraphy “Went for breakfast, that was wonderful. - Leone”.

You threw yourself back into the mattress again, giddily waving the paper around as your kicked your legs like a teenage girl in love. You loved this man, he was amazing, so thoughtful, so kind and charming. He made you feel safe, and that’s what you most cherished. Sooner than later, you heard the doorbell ring, and promptly threw a shirt on you along with some undergarments to find a handsome silver haired man standing at your door with coffee and pastries.

After meeting up a few more times in this fashion, you’d gotten to the point you just had to ask. Perched on his form on your sofa as you watched a documentary on pagan rituals he seemed to be rather interested on, you rested your head between his shoulder and his chest and timidly asked, playing with his hand that rested on your thigh. “Leone, what are we?”

He seemed to stay silent for longer than comfortable. But when you looked up, seeing him arch his brow in confusion and turn to look at you for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to the screen. He threw an arm around your shoulder and squeezed you close, resting his temple on top of your head tenderly as he seemed to try and find his words without missing much of the show.

“I thought we were dating already?” He nonchalantly replied, which made your chest tighten and a sharp breath inflate your chest. You let it out and gave a small nod onto his chest, placing a soft kiss on it and turning your gaze to the TV once more, feeling him run his hand up and down your forearm in a comforting motion. “I’m glad we are then.” He chuckled and shook his head, but added nothing else, the smile never leaving his lips.

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With You By My Side - Four

A/N: I have said this before and I’ll say it again. This series is gonna be 90% angst. By now you all know that the Reader is sick with terminal cancer, so it shouldnt come as a surprise that its gonna be a bumpy ride. I will try and warn appropriately in each chapter, but if I do miss something, please let me know. Also, thank you for all of your feedback, keeps me motivated and inspired. An last but not least, thank you to my beautiful beta @thorne93, you are a life saver.

Characters: Jensen, Reader.

Warnings: Sick reader, some angst, some fluff, probably some language.

Wordcount: 1453

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Once Jensen parked his car in your driveway you all but jumped out and walked inside the house as fast as your body would allow. Jensen watched you disappear through your door from the car, taking a deep breath to collect himself before he followed with the small bag you had brought with you to and from the hospital. He couldn't imagine the things that were going through your mind at this point, all he knew was that he needed to be here for you.

You threw yourself down on your bed and let a few quiet tears fall from your eyes. There were so many things that ran through your mind, removing the stitches, starting chemo, getting sicker, dying. You were scared, of course you were, but you knew that Jensen was going to be there with you every step of the way, you knew that nothing in this world could keep him away because that was the kind of man he was, and that was only one of the many reasons you loved him. Guilt clenched at you as you realized he was downstairs alone, probably confused as to why you gave him the cold shoulder, probably struggling with this as much, if not more, as you were. at least you had him to lean on, but who did he have? You had told him not to tell anyone what was going on, but you realized now that he would need someone to help him through this as well.

You didn't know how much time had passed when you finally emerged from your room and joined him downstairs, finding him by the kitchen table with a coffee in his hands.

“Hey,” you tried quietly.

“Hey,” he responded with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Please. The stuff they serve at the hospital doesn't really qualify as coffee,” you joked as you sat down across from him. There was a few moments of silence as he got a mug ready and placed it in front of you before taking a seat himself. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” he assured with a slight nod.

You bit your lip as you thought about how to word yourself. “First I'm really sorry for the way I acted at the hospital and in the car. It's just that today was the first time I saw… myself after the surgery and it hit me a lot harder that I thought it would, and then when you came to hug me I kind of panicked because I was afraid that you would be able to feel that I'm… different, if that makes any sense.”

“You never have to apologize to me, (YN). And you certainly don't have to be afraid of me.” The hurt and honesty in his emerald orbs hit you square in the chest. Of course you knew he would never judge.. Or whatever it was you were afraid he would do, but you couldn't really explain it to yourself and definitely no to him, so you just shrugged it off and started to fill him in about what was coming next.

“I know what lies ahead of me, and I'm guessing it's gonna be a long and bumpy ride, I just don't want you to feel obligated to be here with me,” you finished.

“There's nowhere else I would be, you know that,” Jensen said with half a smile. “I really appreciate you being honest with me though.”

“Well… I don't really feel like I have time to beat around the bush,” you half joked.

“Not even a little funny,” he chuckled halfheartedly, a little spark returning to his green orbs.

“I think I want to enjoy the rest of my coffee outside while watching the sunset. You care to join me?”

Jensen didn't even hesitate to follow you outside, your backyard was one of his favorite places in the world, the view over lake Austin was just a small part of it. This was where he had first met you, where the two of you had gotten to know each other, where you had spent countless hours just hanging out and goofing around. One night you had even made love out here under the stars, covered only by the darkness of the night. Yes, this was definitely one of his favorite places.

He took a seat next to you in the grass, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders. At first your body tensed under his touch and he was reminded about what you had said earlier about him feeling you were different, but just as he was about to remove his arm and apologize he felt your body relax into his, a content sigh leaving your lips.

“I love you, (YN),” he whispered before placing a featherlight kiss to your hair.

“I love you too, Jensen.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you sat in the yard and watched the sky change colors in time with the setting sun. This had always been one of your favorite places to be, and having Jensen by your side just made it that much greater.

You woke the next morning to the smell of bacon and pancakes wafting up from the kitchen.

“You didn't have to do all of this,” you said, smiling at the sight before you. Jensen was wearing a pair of pajama pants that hung low on his hips, a white henley t-shirt that clung nicely to his body, his hair still ruffled with sleep, and then to top it all off, your very pink apron was tied around his waist. “Although, you do look fabulous,” you grinned.

“I think this apron really brings out my eyes,” he said in a serious tone, but the slight crinkle in the corner of his eyes told you he was joking. “How are you feeling today?”

“I'm okay. Still a little sore, and getting dressed is a bitch, but all in all i'm doing good,” you answered honestly.

“Listen,” he started, motioning for you to take a seat and handing you a cup of coffee. “We have two weeks left of filming up in Vancouver before hiatus, but I talked to the guys up there this morning and they think that if we work through the weekend I can be done with my scenes by Sunday, which means I can come with you for chemo on Monday. And don't worry, I didn't tell them what it was for, just that it was personal and very important to me,” he rambled on.

You didn't quite know what to say. There he was putting heaven and earth in motion just so that he could be with you and support you through your first treatment, and on top of all that he couldn't even tell anyone why he was asking them to flip the schedule around. Without even thinking you stood from your chair and walked over to where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging yourself tight against his strong body. “You didn't have to do all of this you know,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I know, I wanted to.” He wrapped his arms around you, reveling in the feel of you in his arms, taking comfort in the familiar scent of your shampoo mixed with what was uniquely your smell.

“Thank you,” you said, releasing your hold on him a little so you could look into his eyes. “But you don't have to keep this a secret. I'm not saying you should scream it from the rooftops, but you can tell your friends and the people you work with. It's not like I'll be able to keep this secret forever anyway,” you told him.

The two of you were standing so close, wrapped up in each other’s arms, looking into each other's eyes. In this moment it was hard to remember that you were broken up, it was hard not to lean up on your toes and softly press your lips to his. For a moment you just stood there like you were glued in place, unable to move away.

“Breakfast!” Jensen exclaimed suddenly, effectively bringing you back to the present.

The two of you ate in silence, both aware of the pull you had felt towards each other just a moment ago. You were still completely in love with this man, how could you not be, but you han no plans of telling him that. Having him by your side as a friend was more than you could have ever asked for, and you were not about to push him away by confessing your undying love for him.

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