the fight

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by theyoungoneandonly

by theyoungoneandonly

(Unisex reader aka you do you)

Y/N POV

It was 9 p.m. and I was getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, changed into my pajamas, and washed my face. My boyfriend, Connor, sat at the desk in our room. He has been reading some diary for five days now.
"Connor, it's getting late. I know you don't sleep, but why don't you just come and relax in bed with me" I said, sitting on our bed behind him.
"Not now Y/n. I have work to do" he said.

"Christ Connor you've been working on that for like five days. Can you please just share a fucking bed with me. You can do that in the morning" I complained.
"I've already told you Y/n, I'm busy. I'm very close to finding this out. Just a little more time. I need silence to concentrate" he said.
"Uuuuuuuggggghhhhhh" I groaned, flipping on my side and throwing the covers over me. I clicked the lamp off on my bedside table.

Fling.

That coin. That damn coin. I know he's trying to concentrate, but I'm trying to sleep.
"Connor... please stop with the damn coin" I groggily spoke up.

Fling.

Fling Fling Fling.

"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled, whipping my pillow at him.
"That was a little excessive" he said turning around.
"Can't you see I'm trying to sleep!" I yelled. "Can't you see I'm trying to read!" He yelled back. "I can't sleep when you flick that damn coin around!" I complained.
"I can't concentrate without it! If you want to sleep so bad sleep on the couch" He yelled. I knew this tone he was using on me, he used this tactic on people he interrogated. "What psycho reads at 9:40 at night!? I have to get up at 6 tomorrow. So cut it out with the coin" I yelled.

"And you don't think I have anything?! I have a job too! I have my boss pressuring me to do well, Hank is always on my ass about something, I constantly get picked on at the office, but I live! How about you suck it up if you actually love me!" He yelled getting up and glaring at me. "Well maybe I don't love you!" I yelled. His face dropped from a glare to a sad expression. He looked down at his feet and cleared his throat. "Connor, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it-" I said. "No, I get it. It's okay" he said, leaving the room. "Connor!" I yelled, getting up and going after him. He slipped his shoes on and coat. He opened the door and left.

"Connor wait!" I yelled running after him, bare foot, in the snow. I didn't care if my feet froze off and I got frostbite, I just wanted Connor. "Go away Y/n" he said coldly.
"I'm sorry baby. I really am. I'm just so tired okay? Please stop walking" I said grabbing at his arm. "I'm sorry. I really really really do love you. I was just trying to provoke a reaction. I would never hurt you like that Connor and you know that. I'm just so tired" I cried. He finally stopped and looked at me grabbing his arm. "I love you Connor. With all of my heart... my brain... my body... my soul" I said getting closer to him. He looked at my eyes, then down at my lips.

I pressed my lips against his as I gripped his jacket. He stiffened then melted into it by placing his hand on my face. When we pulled away he saw I was crying. "Don't cry" he said, wiping my tear stained cheeks with his thumb. "I never ever want to hurt you ever again. I'm such an asshole" I said. "Stop" Connor said. "You are, but let's go home and sleep" he said. We laughed and walked back home. "You could have at least put shoes on. You could have frost bite" he said. "I don't care. All I care about is you" I said. He smiled and laid in bed next to me. I cuddled up next to him.
"I love you... so so much" I said softly.

"I love you too"