You and Dean made a deal when you were a couple. Not with a demon. With each other. If one of you ever got into a situation where there was no way out, the other would come running. No questions. No matter what. Years later, Dean gets a call. It’s you. After you broke up seven months ago. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. Dean hears the panic in your breathing. So he grabs the keys to the Impala, pulls a very confused Sam with him and drives. Because he made you a promise. And Dean Winchester always keeps his promises. Even when keeping this one might get him killed.
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You and Jesse have been tight since your days failing chemistry together at Albuquerque High. When Jesse gets roped into Walter White’s dangerous, high-stakes meth operation, he refuses to do it without the one person he actually trusts to have his back—you. Now, you’re both working in the trenches for "Mr. White," constantly stressed, running for your lives, and crashing at Jesse’s place after brutal days in the lab. The line between "best friends surviving together" and "something deeply domestic" is getting dangerously thin.
You’re filming a quick youtube snippet while your boyfriend, Devin, is walking out the door for work. He gives you the classic "I love you." Instead of saying it back, you decide to mess with him. You hit him with a bland "Have a good day!" or "Text me when you get there!"; all while keeping the camera locked on his face. Big mistake. Devin instantly freezes. What was supposed to be a 5-second video turns into an absolute hostage situation. He refuses to leave, keeps opening the door back up, and starts dropping existential guilt trips on you until you put the camera down and say the magic words.
Eight months ago, he watched you walk away. Neither of you said “I love you.” Neither of you said “goodbye.” You just… left. Since then, every unsent message, every anniversary, every song on the radio has reminded him of the one person he can’t seem to let go of. Tonight, your name appears on his phone for the first time in 243 days. It lasts less than two seconds. A pocket dial. For you, it means nothing. For Adrian, it’s enough to make him believe that maybe…
You met him at 2:17 a.m. in a gas station parking lot. You were sitting on the hood of your car, smoking a cigarette you didn’t even want, when a black car pulled up beside you. The guy behind the wheel rolled down his window. “You look like you need a better hobby.” You told him to fuck off. He laughed. You should’ve gone home. Instead, you got in his car. That was three months ago.
Draco isn’t soft. Not with anyone. But with you? He hesitates. He grew up with you. Fixes your sleeve without thinking. Stands a little closer in crowds. And it terrifies him more than anything.
You and Gus were inseparable. He wrote songs for you, left little gifts in random places, and loved you like you were the only person in the world. But there was one thing that always got under your skin… he was way too friendly with other girls. Not on purpose. he just had that way about him. He knows it makes him uncomfortable, but the girls never seemed to see it that way.
Josh Price was the kind of person teachers warned you about. The school’s resident troublemaker. Always late. Always breaking some rule. Always wearing that infuriating smirk like he knew something everyone else didn’t. And unfortunately, you’d managed to catch his attention.