SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.
A/N: Decided to give you guys a short chapter because I haven’t updated in a while. Plus, it’s almost Christmas.
Word Count: 1014 Warnings: Bad day, mentions of abuse and neglect, fluff
“She’s moping again.” Steve sighed, nudging Bucky in the ribs when they saw you.
Bucky nodded, eyeing you from across the room. You were sitting still as Dr. Cho attached a few more wires to your head and chest, watching the snow fall over the city. “It’s almost Christmas and all she wants is to see her old home.”
“Alright, one more time, okay? Tell me when you feel pain.” Dr. Cho told you quietly and you nodded, eyes flickering over to where Bucky and Steve stood watching.
After Hydra, it was so hard to find the good in the world,
so hard to remember that there was
good in the world. Until the Avengers took you in.
Hydra had taken so much from you, your memories, your freedom, your
identity, and you knew that nobody really believed you could get any of it
You’d healed, physically, but mentally you were still that
scared, scarred animal they’d found locked up. You’d been used, abused, beaten,
forced to use your powers in ways that terrified and horrified, and you found
it very hard to trust, to believe that this strange group of people could
really want to help.
It took time, but you started to open up. They treated your
injuries, without wanting anything in return; they gave you a name, a home,
friendship, but you always held back.
You tried not to let them see when it all got too much, you’d shut yourself
away in your room, curl up, try to hide in your own head.
anyways I’m starting a fic rec on this blog because I have nothing better to do with my life!! i’ll do weekly ones, monthly ones, lots of different things, but these are my most recently visited fics:
(✳ means my favorites)
long hair don’t care (by ballsdeepinjesus):
harry is sheltered and louis is a thief. or, a tangled au. (20k) ✳
only thing that can quench my thirst (by eyesofshinigami or @hazandlouwho):
Louis wouldn’t exactly call it a thing, his newfound fascination with the curly trail that starts below Harry’s bellybutton and disappears into his skinny jeans. It’s definitely not a thing. It’s just… Alright, maybe it’s a thing. And that’s okay. (6k) ✳
not heartbroken (also by bluemetgreenat18 or @tequilacollarbones):
Two months since they had broken up. Louis is just trying to get over him and move on. Bumping into him on the street doesn’t help. Or “we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realize i’m wearing your shirt” (2k)
Warnings: 99.9% angst, 0.1% fluff, 0% actual smut. We do have implied smut and sex related angst.
2:15pm We should talk about this.
2:16pm I can explain.
2:23pm It’s not what you think it is.
2:25pm I’m only meeting him because I promised my
2:33pm I’m not dating him. It’s a one-time thing.
2:40pm If you would give me a chance to explain, you
would see it’s not a big deal.
2:44pm You are over-reacting.
2:46pm Why aren’t you responding?
2:51pm I only agreed to the date to keep up
appearances. It’s not that serious.
3:01pm Will you please just call me or text me or
You had been texting Jungkook for the past 45 minutes but
got no reply. The irony that you were
now the one staring at your phone waiting for a response was not lost on
you. He would be leaving to go to the
concert hall for sound check and rehearsal in a few minutes, so you gave up
hope that he would contact you to talk about this anytime soon.
Telling Jungkook right away about the date you had planned
would have been the right thing to do, but it never occurred to you. When you made the date with the other guy, you
and Jungkook had only been together for a couple days. At the time, you had no idea that things
would escalate so quickly. Besides, you
thought, this shouldn’t even be that big of a deal.
Staying Up (Jonathan Byers smut/fluff a little sneak peek)
your index finger over his lower lip while your other hand slowly found its way
between his legs. “You should take your clothes too you know, so we can warm
each other up.” Without saying a word he
quickly took off his shirt and because he didn’t have his pajama pants he was
only left with his boxers. Kissing his
neck was one of the favorite places for you to kiss him but as his hand went
between your legs you couldn’t help but bite into his neck to muffle your moan.
He whispered surprised.
You said and kissed the place where you bit him.”Not sorry.”
Ideas I’ve had / things I’m working on! I suppose this will be added to because I constantly have new ideas hehe :3
The Council Chapter 1
Survivors Prologue; new series! BTS x Seventeen crossover, reader x Jun, angst with a little fluff hehe, Yoonmin, Jeongcheol and Namjin pairings come into it. They wake up one morning on a tropical paradise island but have no idea how they got there. Turns out reader and Jun are Descendants of the mountain Gods - and only half of the people who made it to the island can make it back alive ;)
Inked Chapter 1; new series! BTS AU, Yoonmin / Yoonseok love triangle, Namjin, end pairings secret ;) Tattoo artist!Yoongi is fought over by shy, sweet florist Jimin and cheery, excitable barista Hoseok :3 Namjoon is a struggling poet / writer with depression and anxiety who is desperately trying to get published whilst his fiancé, music label CEO Seokjin is doing everything in his power to aid and support him. Taehyung is a busker trying to sign a contract with Jin’s company and Jungkook is a fitness trainer at the gym next to Hoseok’s work. Slice of Life/Drama type thingy heh
Princess reader x DK smut; Reader is arranged to marry Prince Seungkwan, but she has her eyes on his butler DK (this has been in my drafts for like a year I need to finish it save me)
Knockout; Jimin soulmate!AU - Everyone has a soulmate who is randomly assigned at birth. When you reach eighteen years of age you start dreaming about them, but Jimin doesn’t get those dreams. When playing football at school one day he’s hit and knocked unconscious, bringing him into weird hallucinations and puzzles he needs to pass to get back home and figure out who the mysterious girl he keeps seeing is (Alice in Wonderland like themes lmao)
The Elites; Rap Monster x Reader, still in development! She’s bullied and he’s an excluded outcast; but they’re both highly intelligent prodigies who find solace in each other. Living normal childhood lives made them ignorant to their intellect, however after being recruited by an organization dubbed The Elites they realise how useful it really is. HOWEVER, whilst The Elites have promised that they’re being utilised to make the world a better place, they’re being used to take over and overthrow it.
Sugar Daddy!Suga; still in development! There’s one big rule you have with Yoongi - there are no feelings. He buys you things, you keep him satisfied, and that’s it. But you have a problem when you start falling for him - and an even bigger one when you find he’s falling for someone else and doesn’t need your services anymore. Smut & angst heh
Joshua School!AU; he’s the student council president and you’re the nerdy loner who’s cast aside by everyone. You’d never imagine popular, sweet Jisoo would have his eye on you ;)
There are some other AUs that are currently too underdeveloped to write here but I have a lot going on lmaooo, hope you all look forward to these ♥
I need something light after that argument because I was a bit too invested in it.
+ He’s basically a more worrisome version of Noctis.
+ Poor child hovers. Doesn’t know what to do at first.
+ You’re not him so he can’t approach this like he would want you to approach him but what if that was what you needed but he didn’t want to be a nuisance when his only goal was to- and now he’s overthinking
+ Literally has only made it worse for like 15 minutes because this thoughtful being is too much in his own head.
+ He might ask the bros about it if he has his phone on him, but he usually doesn’t because he’s left it somewhere while pacing
+ Cleans things while pacing and actually helps you organize without realizing it
+ Approaches you cautiously, wanting to know things about the stress you’re feeling and trying to catch onto what he can do
+ Likes to tap his fingers on the inside of your wrist in a pattern similar to a heartbeat, but more melodic somehow.
+ Depending on how long you’ve been together, you may or may not know the symbolism
+ Has no idea that, no matter if you know the symbolism or not, he’s effectively lulled you into a calmer state because you like to match your heartbeat to his tapping
+ Likes to cuddle while you work if it can be managed so he can stay close and offer some suggestions
Bonus: Prompto starts trying to organize things for and with you so that you can time manage and not be overrun by so many tasks. For someone so easily distracted sometimes, he is one of the best schedulers.
Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-
“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”
And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.
There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.
“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.
Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”
“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.
“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”
Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.
“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.
Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.
Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.
“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.
Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.
“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”
“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.
“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.
Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.
Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.
Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.
Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.
“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”
The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.
Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.
Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.
“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.
“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.
“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”
Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.
A/N: I almost confused myself writing this. I don’t know why though. Forget about RIVER SONG in this because the Reader is the Doctor’s bond. I hope it’s good!
You are awake by an abnormal noise. You sit up, unsure of what to do. The only thing you know is that you can kick ass, so you’re not worried about being hurt by an intruder. You took martial arts all your life. You’re pretty much a ninja.
You hop out of the bed quietly. You quickly slip a pair of shoes on, without socks. You grab your staff that’s sitting on your trophy wall. Again, you were in martial arts for twenty years. Your first lesson was when you were six, and now your twenty eight.
You creep down the stairs, almost missing a step. You debate whether to turn the light on. You creep down the hallway and you finally hear a sound. It sounds like a door is opening. You raise an eyebrow and hide behind a wall. You hear footsteps right behind the wall, and your breathing hitches.
You jump out and you see a person. You take your staff and flip it around before you knock the person off of… His feet.
Before he can get up you jump next to him and quickly place the staff on his chest, restricting his movement.
“Who are- What is that?” You ask pointing to the blue box.
“That is the TARDIS.” The male says.
“What the hell is a TARDIS? Who are you?!” You yell, not loosing your grip on the staff.
“I’m the Doctor.” He smirks. “Can you take that off of me?” He asks gesturing to the staff. You slowly take the staff off of his chest.
“What are you doing in my house?”
“I’m looking for Y/N.” He says taking a step forward.
“Why? S-she’s not here right now.” You say lying. Then his hand reaches to the wall and flicks the light on.
“Y/N? Is that you?” He says walking towards you.
“How do you know me? How do you know my name?” You ask backing away.
“Because I’m your bond. I’m a time lord.” He says reaching out to grab you. You quickly grab the nearest thing; A rubix cube. Before he realizes what you are doing, you throw it at him. It hits his forehead and he falls back.
“I hate those things.” He manages to spit out before he goes unconscious.
When he was still unconscious you tied him to the bed post. His head flys up and his eyes open.
“Who tied me up? You tied me up. Why did you tie me up?”
“Who are you actually? I don’t know what a Time Lord is, or what a TARDIS is. It’s all just shit.”
“No it’s not.” He whines. Then you hear something. Something is calling your name.
“W-what is that? That thing calling my name?” You demand, but he doesn’t answer. “Answer me! I am very confused, scared and frustrated right now! Why are you even here?” You start to break down, crying. The Doctor looks down.
“That thing calling your name is a Fob watch. You’re a Time Lady.You need to open it.”
“Where is-” He cuts you off.
“My front pocket.” He says gesturing to his pants. You hesitate before you reach your hand in his front pocket.
“Oh. I’ve always loved it when you touched me there.” He smiles. You tilt your head in confusion. You quickly pull out the watch.
“Is this mine?” You ask.
“Yes.” He answers back.
“Then why don’t I have it?”
“Because you would have lost it. I am a mad man but I’m not stupid.” You look at the watch. Not thinking much off it. You just simply open it.
You scream in pain as your cells rewrite.
“Y/N?” The Doctor says looking up at you.
“Doctor.” You say back. You untie him from the bed post and he stares at you the whole time. He stands up, not taking his eyes off of you.
“I missed you.” He sighs.
“Oh, was my Doctor lonely?” You tease.
“Oh yes.” He says smirking. You step forward towards him, inches apart.
“You could’ve come-” He cuts you off with a kiss. He places his warm lips on your chapped ones. He gently grabs your face with his hands, as your hands trail up to his hair.
You smile into the kiss. “You really did miss me.”
Can I get a X-16-41-48-Chanyeol please! I love your blog!
X - I can’t
live without you - If you
do - You know how the time flies, only
yesterday was the time of our lives
Hey Anon! Thank you so much for playing our little prompt game. I do apologize for not getting to your request much sooner as things have gotten a bit hectic but I’m glad to have completed it! Again thank you so much for the love <3 It really makes writing scenarios even more worthwhile when people smile because of it! Enjoy :)
Genre: Fluff | Smut
“Just stay the night,”
he insisted, attempting to rub the sleepiness from his eyes.
“No, I can’t. It’s already
three in the morning and my sister is probably going to kill me when I get
home,” you whispered back.
“I’ll see you
tomorrow,” you smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek.
As you made your way to his
bedroom door, he took hold of your wrist, pulling you back onto him. “Chanyeol!”
you yelled silently, pounding on his well defined chest as you lay on top of
him. “Let go,” you warned in a soft voice, trying to escape his hold.
“If you promise you’ll stay another night,” he answered in a playful
tone, burying his face into the side of your neck. “You know how time
flies. Just call your sister and tell her to cover for you,” he spoke
against your neck, sending tingling sensations down your spine.
i feel so alive right now, i could just die because i feel so alive bless
look at teru’s smile……………. not only would i like to thank god but also jesus, that is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen in my whole entire life. i…… i don’t even know what to do with myself right now……..
pls can we just appreciate what he’s wearing??? an olive green fluff lined jacket, yellow (?) and white button up shirt, red shorts with grey camouflage high socks or leggings, bright green velcro sneakers and last but not least a purple striped green hat sitting on top of his wig. i don’t deserve such a beautiful sight. kill me his fashion sense always brings a smile to my face god bless teruki hanazawa
A/N: STEVEN. UNIVERSE. Go watch it right now if you haven’t it’s only like 10 hours of show so far do it and enjoy life forever because everything is great and gay. Also, Pearl is my baby and needs to be reassured with love.
Summary: “Gems aren’t….affected by human things as trivial as that. We can feel pain, sure, but we don’t… Tickle.”
“Wait- wait! I’m happy now, see?” Steven stretched his mouth into a wide, insincere grin.
“Come on, Steven, you know I don’t buy that!” Connie smirked, wiggling her fingers toward him, “I’m gonna cheer you up, and you can’t stop me!”
Steven scooted back until he cornered himself by the foot of the bed and the wall. He gulped dramatically, sweat dripping down the side of his face, eyes scanning for a way out. The amount of adrenaline coursing through him rivaled that of the times he was battling bad gem creatures.
“It’s not right of me to sit by and let you be sad just because Toast got stood up on his first date since he and Butter broke up!” Connie consoled, referencing the newest Crying Breakfast Friends episode that had been released.
“I’m not- I’m not sad!” Steven insisted, still trying to wipe away the remaining tears in his eyes despite the nervousness that Connie had brought upon him.
Connie shook her head, whooping out a war cry before lunging, attacking with lightning-quick pokes and jabs, intermixed with some devastating spider tickles when a weak spot opened up in Steven’s defenses.
Steven howled with laughter, slumping over and aimlessly batting at Connie’s hands, “Please- nohohoho! Wahahait I’m too-hoohoo ticklish! Hehe-wait plehehehe- Connihihihie!”
“Do you feel better?” Connie squinted her eyes, zeroing in on his bad spots (basically, everywhere) with her tongue just poking out of the side of her mouth in demonstration of her focus.
“I’m hahahappy I prohohomise!” Steven squeaked, flailing helplessly on the floor as his part-best friend part-trained knight took him apart.
i finally got enough courage to start writing, but it's just the angsty fluff that i've been imagining... i can't help but notice the fics with the most notes are smut even if they aren't super well written. your writing is amazingly intricate and beautiful; how did you first start putting your work on tumblr? i'm still rly rly hesitant :') ty mari
it is true that smut tends to be the most popular genre, but don’t let that stop you! sticking to the things you like to write feels much more rewarding than doing something only because it’s popular, not because you enjoy it. there are writers who only like to write smut and that’s completely fine - but if you don’t, then that’s completely fine as well :)
honestly, looking at the statistics, I am still baffled at the attention some of my stories have gotten given they’re not for everyone, and how they basically represent the opposite of what’s most popular (lots of angst and little to none smut) and I was scared and insecure about it for the longest time, but I think readers can tell when you pour your heart and soul onto something and that’s what draws them to it. I believe that’s the key to establishing a readership on tumblr, being proud of your work and your trademark (be it angst, fluff, etc) loving what you do and just.. working your ass off, staying eager to improve and being excited about your own writing.
as for me it’s been a long journey, when I started posting here it took me a while to get my name out there. ngl, posting smut gave me a lil boost (back when I wrote it) but when I decided to start writing what I truly loved probably half of my readers left, which made me struggle a whole lot haha. but I pulled through, I kept writing what I liked and developed new writing styles and worked on my plots, and here I am ^^
thank you for saying that about my writing btw, it means a lot ;;; and one last thing - just remember to be patient through it all, because some people might gain a readership quickly, but for others it takes way longer and that has nothing to do with the quality of their writing. believe me, I’ve seen a hundred different cases and some are incredibly unfair sometimes, but it will be okay as long as you keep yourself motivated and power through your slumps.
jfc I apologize for the long answer, I just had a lot to say about this :’)
English isn’t my first language so there can be some grammar mistakes!
credits to gif owner
Your days in the Avengers tower
were boring. World was safe for now and you don’t know what to do with yourself
because only thing you were good at is fighting the bad guys.You woke up too early
with no plans what to do in your free time.You were left alone with your
thoughts which was the worse.
You were laying down on the bed
staring at the ceiling thinking about Bucky. You and he had a thing for each other,
you discovered that 2 months ago when you two got a little too close on a movie
night and ended up in his room,one thing led to another and you were friends
with benefits. You didn’t want to push Bucky in a relationship so you agreed to
be his fuck buddy. You two made a little agreement in which if either one of
you two catches feelings for someone else you go back to being just friends.No
This little agreement of yours
would be just fine if you didn’t already had feelings for someone and that
someone was Bucky. You told only Nat
about it because she already knew, being spy do this thing for you. She told
you that Bucky likes you but he is too afraid to show his emotions towards you,
she also added that if you want Buckys attention you had to do something more
extreme,maybe make him jealous to see what he is missing.You couldn’t stop
thinking about what she said to you.She was right,you had to do something and
you already had one thing on your mind which included Sam and you of all people
know the best that Bucky doesn’t like Sam. But you had to turn words into actions.
It was about 9am when you came in
the kitchen to eat breakfast, as soon as you entered kitchen you saw Sam sitting
at the table and Bucky on the other end .Perfect. Let the games begin.Slowly
you made your way to Sam and sitting on the chair next to him you whispered in
his ear hoping this would get Buckys attention.
So. I'll probably enter the fanfiction contest for fun! I'm gonna need prompts tho, because the only original idea I have is gonna be really long. I'm gonna enter for Voltron angst (probs revolving around klance), and riodanverse fluff (probs Solangelo, lol).
Okay so for Klance angst, I think one of the best things u can do is maybe have Lance kidnapped by Lotor (or Keith AND Lance) and just showing him giving up or idk something weird and Keith trying to save him idk. Also a good one is to have Lance confessing his insecurities.
For the fluff, the prompt “C-can I… kiss you?” ;) ;)
AUTHORS NOTE: So I know I haven’t really written in a while due to the issues with my attention span and other mental issue things, but I decided to do this short fluff because why not lol. Point is, I hope it’s alright :)
Prompt: Can you do a one shot where reader and Dean’s relationship is centered on touch? Reader Gender: Female Character / Fandom: Dean Winchester / Supernatural Word Count: 1,091 Warnings: Angst (if you squint) & fluff. Author’s Note: GIF is not mine. Found on Google Images. If you know who it belongs to, please let me know so I can credit.
There were times where you couldn’t get Dean to shut up, no matter how hard you tried. He would chatter almost as fast as a teenage girl excited about prom. You’d roll your eyes and go along with it, because that was the only thing to do. You could tease him, poke him in the arm, or swat him in the back of the head until your hand hurt, but it was best to just let him get it out of his system. And then there were times that he said little to nothing at all. There were times that his touch spoke louder than his words ever could.