at your library

Prompt #40 requested by @katymacsupernatural

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

Dean x Reader

Words: 918 (I’m bad at drabbles oops)


You stormed into the bunker, passing Sam and Dean, who both tried to stop you. “Leave me alone. “(y/n/n), I’m sorry. Please talk to me before you go to bed.” You crumpled the paper, rolling your eyes as you tossed it into the small garbage bin kept in the corner. You dried off, and got dressed, before exiting the bathroom. You had been in the shower for an entire Smashing Pumpkins album, so it was safe to say the boys were asleep. You entered your room, putting the dirty stuff in your hamper. You hated going to bed with wet hair, so you grabbed an old flannel you stole from Dean months ago, and put on a pair of socks. The bunker was always cold, so as you made your way to the library, you were shivering, as the air cooled your skin. You entered the library, surprised to see Dean sitting on the small couch you convinced them to put in. It was your favorite place to sit and read, the boys finding you asleep there more than once.

You sighed audibly, causing Dean to look up, the soft light in the room causing shadows to dance across his features. “(Y/N)… I’m sorry.” He said softly, which caused anger to boil up inside of you. “Damnit Dean! Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it. If you were sorry, you would’ve stopped doing this by now.” You felt hot tears pool under your eyes, and you cursed under your breath, as you walked towards the chair in the corner. “(y/n), I am sorry.” He responded guilt sprinkled in his voice. You just scoffed, and sat in the chair. “Dean I really don’t feel like talking.” You tried your best to hide the fact you were crying, but he knew. He always knew. You could see the hurt on his face, could almost hear the gears turning in his head, as he tried to figure out what to say. You were done. It was time to talk about it, no matter how much it might hurt. “You can’t just kiss me and then act like it never happened. You can’t do that. It’s one thing when we’re both drunk, I can play that off. But we were both sober, Dean.”

You thought back to the end of the last hunt, You were thrown around pretty hard by a vengeful spirit, and had gotten knocked unconscious. Sam had gone to burn the remains, while you and Dean were trapped inside the house the bitch was haunting. The spirit started screaming, as she burst into flames, disappearing. Dean rushed over to you, “(Y/N/N)!” He knelt next to you, and made sure you were breathing. As you came to, he signed with relief, “Oh thank God.” He said, before something came over him. He pressed his lips against yours, before pulling away, wide eyed. “Shit…” He said simply, before helping you up. He refused to talk about it, causing you to be more hurt than angry, if you were honest with yourself.

Suddenly Dean spoke, breaking you out of your flashback. “I love you, (y/n).” His words barely audible. It took a moment to process his words, and you could see the anxiety across his face, as the seconds went on without a reply from you. “What?” You said finally, causing him to sigh. “I’m in love with you. I have been for quite some time, (y/n). You deserve so much more. I tried for so long to convince myself that I wasn’t, but I am.” His words trailed off, as you sat in thought. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You questioned, looking up from the floor, eyes glossy. “Because I didn’t want to lose you. I couldn’t lose you.” You chuckled, causing him to look at you with a very confused look. “You wouldn’t have, you dork. Not at all.” You stood from the chair, and walked over, sitting beside him. You turned his face to look at your own, and you looked into his eyes. The mossy green was more of a dark evergreen in the low light. You could see the insecurity swimming through them. It reminded you of yourself, when you looked into the mirror.

“Dean, I love you. I have since you saved my ass last December, on the werewolf hunt. The one where you guys finally convinced me to move into the bunker with you, since we kept bumping into each other on jobs. I could barely walk for weeks, and you just continued to care for me…” His eyes filled with both sadness and warmth, as he remembered that day. He had found you on the ground, unconscious. He carried you back to the impala as Sam killed the werewolf, and you awoke in his bed, your wounds dressed. He had even tucked you in, to keep you warm. When you stirred, his eyes lit up, and he smiled at you. A real smile, the ones where his eyes crinkle, and he looks so carefree. That was when you knew.

You pressed your lips against his. A soft, sweet kiss. You broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. He pulled you close, and you cuddled into his chest. You were finally where you belonged. In the arms of the man that not only saved you from a werewolf, but saved you from yourself. He taught you that no matter how hard things got, people can still care. He taught you how to love.



Author’s Note: Not gonna lie, this one is all over the place. I tried to just keep it angsty, but I’m really bad at that, so it turned fluffy.

anonymous asked:

Hi, can I ask about the purpose of this blog? Like why it was made?

Hey there, anon. Spnlittlebro was originally created as a community on LiveJournal by fans of hurt/comfort fics that featured Sam Winchester or Jared Padalecki. Our tagline is “Your Library of Hurt” and the comm collected thousands of hurt!sam and hurt!jared fic recs from contributors and self-rec’d from writers over the years. Many of these fics are on our Pinboard archive, and on thematic fic rec lists here on tumblr under five main themes: Abuse, Illness, Injury, Psychological Trauma or Wee!Sam. New fics appear on the LJ comm newsletter as well.

Spnlittlebro on tumblr posts gif sets, meta, fics, fic recs and artwork around those same h/c themes and more. In addition, we put together special fic rec lists to celebrate our favorite little brother like Three Days of Hurt Sam, episode coda rec lists like Prison!Sam, or h/c fics on various writing challenges like SPN Reverse Bang. There is also a separate archive for tumblr-only fics at spnlittlebroarchive.

If you like hurt/comfort and love Sam Winchester, then this is a great blog for you. If not, plenty more out in tumblrland for you.

anonymous asked:

Jealousy (can it be with stiles)

You were sat in the school’s library, reading your book about the Dread Doctors that bored you at most points but here and there something interesting came up.  You were surprisingly not surrounded by your friends, opting to just sit alone and try to focus on your reading.  It was important to Scott and you wanted to learn as much as you could to help.  Being one of the only two humans in the pack, it was important to you to try as hard as you could.

“Hey y/n” Speaking of humans..

“Hey Stiles what’re you doing here?” You asked, confused when he sat down across from you.  Stiles never went to the library.

“Kira told me you came here to read” He said, and you nodded, waiting for some explanation as to why he’d come, but he just pulled out his own copy and began to read as well.  You stared at him strangely for a few more moments.  “What?” Stiles asked, unable to focus with you looking at him like that.

“N-nothing” You stuttered, down casting your gaze immediately.  Truth be told you were still harboring feelings for the boy… since freshman year anyways.

“How far are you?” He asked you after you’d gotten through another chapter.

“Chapter six, you?” Stiles was silent.  “What part are you on?” You asked him again.

“Four” You shrugged.

“That’s fine, you’re all more busy than me, we’re not all going to read at the same pace you know” You said sweetly, and he smiled slightly at you.  “Hey, how are you by the way?” You closed your book, letting it sit on the table.  “Scott told me that you and Malia… sorta broke up” Stiles licked his lips, closing his own book.

“Yeah… yeah it just wasn’t.. It wasn’t working” You nodded, expression laced with concern.

“Did she not understand the Donovan thing?” You whispered, leaning across the table so you weren’t announcing it to the entire library.

“Uh, well I guess she did” Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, and you cocked your head to the side.  “I just… I couldn’t be with her anymore” You smiled sympathetically, resting a hand on his arm.

“That’s alright, Stiles” You told him softly.  “If you weren’t feeling it, you weren’t feeling.  No one can hold you to love someone” He stared at you for a long moment, then licked his lips and nodded.

“Yeah.. yeah you’re right” He said, and you smiled at him again.

“Maybe after school we can go-”

“y/n” You instantly leaned back in your chair and looked up to see Theo standing by your table, a hand placed flat on it as he seemed to lean towards you.  You stared at said hand, puzzled as to why he was here.

“Um, hi?” You glanced to Stiles for a moment, who’s eyes were hard set on you.  You looked back up to Theo.  “Do you need something?” You asked him, trying not to sound rude, but wanting him to leave.

“No, well, not really I just saw you sitting here and thought I’d come say hi”

“Well… hi” You said with an awkwad smile.  “I’m sorta busy-”

“Would you like to come with me to a party?” He asked abruptly.  Your brows raised in surprise, unsure of how to respond.

“U-uhm I can’t” You stumbled over your words, helplessly glancing to Stiles.

“We’re kinds busy here” Stiles said, leaning forward in his seat and narrowing his eyes at Theo.

“Butt out Stiloinski go find your coyote bitch” Theo grumbled his way.

“Alright  Theo I need you to leave” You said firmly, glaring up at him now.  When he didn’t budge you jerked my hand towards the library’s exit.  “Go, now” He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Fine, I’ll just find another pretty thing to take” He said.  “You’re nothing special y/n, there’s a million of you”

“Theo get the fuck out” Stiles slammed on the table as he stood, sending his chair backwards.  You jumped in your seat, frightened by the sudden action.  Again, Theo didn’t bother to move.  “y/n get your things we’re going somewhere else” Stiles muttered.  You didn’t waste a second, stuffing your book into your bag and throwing it over your shoulder.  Stiles came around the table quickly, placing his hand on your back as he guided you out of the library.

“Oh how caring of you Stiles!” Theo called.  You ignored him, but Stiles grimaced.

“Come on, let’s go outside” You spoke softly, hooking your hand around his elbow.  He didn’t say anything, just followed next to you out to the courtyard.  When you sat down on the steps with him, you released his arm and curled your hands together in your lap.  “I’m sorry”

“You are?” Stiles looked at you, bewilderment on his face.  “y/n, you didn’t do anything wrong” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I put you in a position where you could’ve gotten yourself hurt” You spoke quietly.  Stiles chuckled and shook his head.

“No, you didn’t, that was all me” Your brows furrowed but you refused to look at him.  It was quiet for a bit, as he watched you and you looked anywhere but at him.  “y/n”

“Hm?” You heard him take in, and let out, a deep breath.

“Malia and I broke up because she found out I was in love with you”

You did a double take, staring at him with wide eyes.

“W-what?” He shrugged, a sheepish look on his face.

“It’s true” Stiles said simply.  “So don’t apologize, I would’ve gladly done it again” You blinked, not believing him.

“Did you not hear what Theo said?” You asked slowly.  “I’m nothing special, I’m just like every other-”

Stiles cupped your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours before you could finish speaking.  You had your eyes open, you actually both did, and you stared at him as your lips moved softly against his.  When they pulled away, you still watched him.

“Don’t ever say that again” He scolded quietly, thumbs circling over your cheekbones.

“I love you” You whispered out.

“That.. that you can say again” Stiles smiled and you did too, your eyes crinkling slightly.

“I love you” You repeated before leaning up and kissing him once more, closing your eyes this time.

Thank you for tagging me @negasonicteenagecommander! ^^
Rules: put your music library on shuffle. List the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 people.

Coldplay - Every teardrop is a waterfall
Triana Park - Line
Zlata Ognevich - Gravity
Idina Menzel - Let it go
Mariette - Don’t stop believeing
Bastille - Pompeii
Poli Genova - If love was a crime
Sia - Cheap Thrills
Phil Collins - Son of man
The Script - The man who can’t be moved

I’m tagging @isteikenobami,  @magicaleurovision, @imorgonarenannandag, @naxinat, @magicjuri, @f-michielin, @robinbengtsson, @marinaoftherocks, @the-aph-nordicks and @theothercrawley
(ofc sorry if you had already been tagged and only do it if you feel like to :” )


Tagged by @madelienepotter i am actually slightly shy/embarrassed by this.

Rules: Put your music library on shuffle, list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 people

1. Let Me Love You, Ariana Grande ft. Lil Wayne

2. Bad Girls (12" version), Donna Summer

3. You’re Gonna Go Far Kid, The Offspring

4. Fever, Elvis Presley

5. Hypnotize, Notorious B.I.G.

6. Lose Yourself To Dance, Daft Punk ft. Pharrell Williams

7. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, Hozier

8. The Real Slim Shady, Eminem

9. Wrong, Hell or Highwater

10. Night Fever, Bee Gees

Tagging: @beatlemaniacinthetardis @proudpukwudgie @eleanorjordan @the-wayward-jedi @teacup-occamy @book-lover-dragon @sastukii and anyone else who wants to do this
Shuffle Time~

I was tagged by @blackmoonhunter so we might as well get this started 8=3

Let’s see the Rules are: Put your music library on shuffle. List the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people

Oooohh you guys will get to some of my wonderful favorite songs. I bet you all be thinking it’s in a chaotic order. OF COURSE IT IS 8=p

Now let’s start!

1. Fever by The Black Keys- A nice song to just listen to and relax while you watch the chaos around you. And then the quick change in the end which makes you jump up and down to beat.

2. Reflection by RichaadEB- Very coincidental that another song that brings calmness pops up. Even though it is a remix I still enjoy it tons. Imagining a world that would fit the sounds.

3. Flicker by Porter Robinson- I do have a few Porter Robinson songs and they are so wonderful! Indeed a song that makes you want to tap to the beat.

4. Lost Time Memory by Shizen No Teki-P- Now here’s a song I found while looking for Danganronpa stuff. And oh boy I love it. I found it interesting since it’s about continuous regret. (But Izuru and Chiaki part in the Danganronpa video with this song)

5. Black by Toby “Radiation” Fox- I am such a Homestuck. This was the one song I enjoyed the most at the end of Act 4. And it about Jack who was my favorite character around Act 4. Good ringtone song too.

6. Take Back Tomorrow by Goldfish- I got to admit I found this one while watching a animation map part and they did a good job going to the song. Once I listened to the full song it got me hooked.

7. Teal Hunter by William Ascenzo- DEAR GOG THIS SONG IS WONDERFUL! coloUrs and mayhem might as well be my favorite album. And I mean out of all the albums. The music in it is so perfect and fits so well with the trolls.

8. Dogs Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine- I CLAP TO THIS SONG, I FUCKING SING TO THIS SONG, I YELL THIS SONG IF I HEAR IT IN PUBLIC, IT IS A FAVORITE, IT’S JUST SO WONDERFUL AND WITH THE DRUMS, THE BEAT, AND THE SINGING JUST FIT SO WELL WITH EACH OTHER AND AHHHHH 8=3

9. From the Ritz to the Rubble by Artic Monkey- I enjoy listening to Artic Monkey. It’s a good band and gives you something to think about while moving around to the beat. I would recommend this song to anyone who ever wants to try listening to them.

10. Yeah Yeah Yeah by Jack Conte- Now the one that popped up is the V1 Yeah Yeah Yeah not V2 even though I do have that one. AND THIS IS LITERALLY A FAVORITE. I love Jack Conte’s music. And this is my favorite song by him.

Tags: @the-real-stabbyanon @the-armless-one @the-memey-anon @the-badly-drawn-anon @the-depressed-anon @itstherealollieanon @the-history-anon @theorangeanon @the-reasonable-anon @positiveanon

I was tagged by @waiting-for-chapter-33 (thanks!)

Rules: Put your music library on shuffle. List the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people.

  1. Feel Again by OneRepublic
  2. Cold by Crossfade
  3. Free by Lenka
  4. I Will Survive by Diana Ross
  5. Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey
  6. Rock and Roll All Nite by Kiss
  7. Lonely Child by Christina Perri
  8. Smile by Nat King Cole
  9. Perfect Situation by Weezer
  10. Dangerous and Sweet by Lenka

I tag: @helenpenhallxw. @ravens-and-writings, @deviousdiggy, @hype-thetical, @dhdrawings, @the-hufflepuff-life, @pop-rocks-and-skittles, @madelienepotter, @supreme-queen-of-the-jelly-fish, @omg-its-leviosa-not-leviosa

If any of you don’t want to be tagged in these things, please let me know and I won’t do it again :)

tell your daughter it’s okay to wear a dress,
tell your daughter it’s okay to take the jacket off in a heaty day and just lay on a shirt,
tell her that the reason she is here isn’t to be objectified by men,
tell her how good is it to be kind to others,
tell her to don’t sit and still look pretty,but to sit and speak smart and look smart and still look pretty,cause that’s what she is,
let her know what she is capeable of.
Teach your daughter what’s right for her,not what the society tells her to.
Everyone has more to them than what meets the eye, so why would you love someone at first sight?
—  Coral-vellichor

The next few years are going to be tough on education, and as many have said, we need to support our teachers.

I’d also like to add to that: SUPPORT YOUR PUBLIC LIBRARIES. SUPPORT THE HELL OUT OF THEM.

Libraries provide many valuable educational opportunities for kids and adults alike, and with the impetus of the responsibility of education shifting from public schools to the public itself, they are perhaps more vital and more important than they have ever been in our nation’s history. Make sure they have the resources they need to keep fighting for our children and their futures.

10

One of 20th Century America’s greatest literary voices, James Baldwin and his work are garnering renewed interest, thanks in part to the Oscar®-nominated documentary, I Am Not Your Negro, which should be opening at a cinema near you soon (if it hasn’t already). The trailer is below a companion volume for the film is now available fom Vintage Books, home to much of the author’s backlist, including Go Tell It on the Mountain, Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone, and The Fire Next Time. Baldwin’s literary work has also been issued by the prestigious Library of America in three essential volumes.

Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
—  Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star
Sun-kissed Sleepy

Note: Not requested, but this came about because I went to the pool today and then went straight to work and I felt that sleepy feeling you get after spending time in the sun. Its a special and specific kind of sleepy. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it’s nice. It made me want to take a nap with Shawn.

~~~

The cool air of your hotel room hits you as soon as you swing open the door. You had turned the air conditioner on high before you left because you knew it would be hot outside, but a shiver runs down your spine as the blast of cool air hits you without warning. You head straight for your bathroom to take a shower, dropping your wet towel on the bathroom floor before removing your black bikini and getting under the warm stream of water.

When you get out of the shower, you feel exhaustion hit you. You had just spent the last four hours lounging by the pool, and the sun takes a lot out of you. It’s one in the afternoon, a perfect time for a nap. There is something about afternoon naps after mornings spent in the sun. They’re magical, and they have a certain feel to them.

Exiting the bathroom, you hear the television on in the hotel room, and a smile spreads across your face knowing that your boyfriend has returned. He was gone doing press all morning. You offered to go with him, but he insisted you stay back and enjoy the resort. You were in Florida after all.

Shawn is seated at the edge of the bed, watching the hockey game on the tv. When he sees you, he smiles and says “Hey baby,”

“Hey hun, how was work?” You question as you crawl onto the bed behind him, which immediately prompts him to move so he’s lying next to you. 

“Good, nothing special.” You cuddle closer into his side as his arm automatically wraps around you, and he asks, “You tired?” To which you only sleepily nod in response. “Didn’t you just sit at the pool all morning?” He questions, purposely giving you a hard time, but you know he’s joking and doesn’t mean it in a mean way.

“Yeah, but the sun makes me sleeeeepy.” You drag out the last word before hiding your face in his t-shirt. The afternoon sun is shining into the hotel room, and the exhaustion you feel is a good kind of exhaustion. Shawn has a show in a couple of hours, but neither of you have anything planned until then. “Take a nap with me?” You ask Shawn.

“You’re literally the cutest person ever.” He tells you smiling down at you.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you’re too tired to respond to his statement. You feel his lips press lightly against your forehead before he moves slightly to get more comfortable. And in his arms you fall asleep listening to the sound of his steady breathing.

Originally posted by lunaticdisposition