I literally cannot believe there’s Discourse about dream daddy, a game so sweet and thoughtful and gently written that it feels like a delicate soap bubble bobbing in the sunlight overhead. you guys need to go the fuck outside.
A/N: Hey, it’s me! Just writing two things in one week. (It’s probably going to snow). This is just something that popped into my head, because I love drunk!Dean/Jensen. I hope you guys like it. Your response fuels my writing. Let me know what you think! ♥
Word Count: 1,302
Warnings: - language. - implied smut (kind of)
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*gif is not mine.
It was early for you, considering you normally didn’t wake up until at least noon. Looking at your phone, you realized it was only 7 am. Sam wasn’t even awake yet; his bedroom door next to yours still closed. With no windows in the Bunker, it was hard for you to wake up with the dawn anymore, your body used to the sun being your alarm clock. Walking down the hallway into the kitchen, you could hear faint giggling. It was a deep, goofy giggle, and you knew exactly who it was coming from.
A/N: This is the first fic I’ve posted since May. I feel so dirty. Plus, this is a rewrite of one of my marvel fics, called ‘Unexpectedly’. I haven’t had the mojo to write anything new lately, so I wanted to put some content out for you guys. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think! ♥
“Y/N,” Sam started, walking towards you with the first aid kit you kept in your bathroom. “Do you mind cleaning up Dean?”
Looking up from your laptop, you raised your eyebrow at him. You were a bit squeamish with blood, but you couldn’t deny a request from Sam. He extended the box out to you, a sweet smile on his face. Being around Dean always gave you mixed emotions. You were extremely attracted to him, there was no denying that, but their lives were complicated. Seeing him hurt like you knew he was right now, would only put your fears into perspective. With a soft sigh, you closed your laptop and stood up.
How would Kouen and Sinbad react to falling hard for a s/o but they get utterly rejected and later finds out that she doesn't want to be in a relationship with them because she doesn't want to become like a queen or something like that if that makes sense? Lile royal or some one important to the kingdom because shes with them
> For Kouen to fall so hard for someone in the first place, is very new and needs time for him to understand. Afterwards he finds it rather frustrating that she’d refuse his advances. Once he finds out what his crush’s reason are, he’ll have to admit that it makes sense that she’d refuse, since the responsibility was quite overwhelming indeed. Even though he’d still like to offer her the possibility to stay in the palace without having to take any position on, Kouen knows that it would only make her unhappy and will respect her wish. Though he’ll make sure to come and see her from time to time, even if she doesn’t want him too, hoping that one day she might change her mind
> He’s very unsatisfied with her refusal and can’t really get it into his mind. He’s just not used of something not going his way. Upon hearing her reasoning he’ll excuse himself, wanting to think about it for a while too. Sinbad would never have thought, that the thing in his way to his happiness with his crush, would be the very position he always wanted to achieve for himself and the people around him. He’ll be torn between his newfound love and his dream, but in the end realize that he can’t simply throw away what he worked so hard for. Instead he’ll promise her that if she goes out with him, all he can do is try to keep her out of everything that she doesn’t want to be included in and if they can’t accept that, then there will be nothing he can do about
dreaming of you: [4:48 am] i’m thinking of things so wrong, with my eyes closed, screaming in my sleep, dreaming of dreams so sinful, so torn. oh love, i’m all alone, it’s the middle of the night, and i’m thinking of you.
last night i dreamt that somebody loved me - dala; alone/with you - daughter; if you wait - london grammar; fossa - daughter; rose (acapella) - anna tsuchiya; lonely hands - angus and julia stone; hiding tonight - alex turner; atlas - coldplay; the sinking man - of monsters and men; morning song - the lumineers; the devil’s tears - angus and julia stone; last night i dreamt that somebody loved me - low
There are moments when Rose can forget that she’s lost
almost everything, moments when the pain of having love and dreams and forever torn away isn’t trying to create
a void where her heart had once resided.
(Sometimes she thinks that there already is a void there,
just like the one that separates her from the home she’d made in the TARDIS and
in his arms. Some days she feels so numb that she can’t help but think that all
the void stuff that had floated around her once upon a time had made a home in
(She almost retches when she sees a pair of 3-D glasses and
is reminded of how he’d grinned while explaining what they were for.)
These moments of blissful forgetfulness never last long. She
finds them in between sleep and waking, those precious seconds of peace and
contentment and wondering what the Doctor had planned for the day before
reality came crashing down once again, crushing her and leaving her gasping for
breath as everything fell apart anew.
He’s found that Abby will spring up out of bed at a moment’s notice, without any grogginess or disorientation, if need be; knows that she can wake immediately at the slightest sound of urgency in voice.
Otherwise? Abby is many things, but a morning person does not seem to be one of them.
It’s a surprising thing he’s learned only recently; a facet to her personality he never would have guessed.
As he looks at her sleeping form next to him, he can’t help but feel awe at all the hidden things he gets to know about her, now. That she can’t fall asleep unless her feet are covered. That she’s more ticklish on her right side than her left. That a kiss along the slope of her neck always makes her shiver.
He feels her stir next to him, her body stretching languidly along the lines of his. As she turns to him and smiles, the sleep still weighing heavily in her eyes, he indulges in one more thing that is new and uncomplicated and extraordinary.
Brushes the hair from her face and says:
“I love you.”
Not as a shaking confession, torn from him in hopeful dreaming. Not as a whispered secret, a wish given shape only to the air and the stars.
But something simple and light - as obvious and expected as “hello” or “good morning,” as easy as breathing.
The sleep disappears from her eyes as she smiles up at him, threads her hands in his hair to bring him down for a kiss.