@harleysandbats requested: Hey, I’m so shy about doing this off anon but I have a request. :D Could you write a Negan story where the reader is new to the Sanctuary after being rescued by Simon and a few other Saviors from a dangerous group. She is shy and quiet around everyone at first except Negan, & they quickly develop a close relationship where he looks out for her. When he asks her to be a wife, she tells him that she is scared bc she’s never had sex. Fluffy smut pls, & could you use my name? It’s Mary. :3 Thanks!!
Character(s): Negan and Mary (original female character) Summary: Negan asks Mary an important question that will change her entire life. Word Count: 5,836 Warning: Fluff, smut!!! Author’s Note: This idea is great, so thank you @harleysandbats for requesting it! I had such a fun time writing it and I love the idea that the OFC is only comfortable around Negan, which is great and completely different! I hope you enjoy this! ;-) I also hope this makes you feel better, dude!!! Fingers crossed that things start looking up for you!
(this image isn’t mine!! credit to whoever owns it, i couldn’t find the original xx)
Patching Things Up
Summary: Fighting with Peter is never fun, but when you take it a bit too far things get a little dicey. You end up having to try to fix your relationship (and a pretty beat up Peter) and find yourself discovering a little more about him than you expected
Warnings: Blood is mentioned but it’s nothing too bad :)
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Genre: Angst + Fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: WOAH my other writing thing got a bunch of notes for no reason omg I hope to keep posting and eventfully make a masterlist?? but yeah enjoy!
Peter was your close friend and you’d do absolutely anything for him, but man did he piss you off sometimes. You both were generally very easygoing and sweet people, but sometimes your opinions and viewpoints clashed dramatically. You argued about things ranging from what toppings to order on your pizza to who was the worst at math. Almost every argument you had was over silly stuff and you two made up instantly when you were finished. There was one exception though.
Spiderman. When you first found out about Peter’s secret you were stoked. It was an accident, of course. Ned let it slip one day when the two of you were talking and, against his wishes, you confronted Peter about it.
“I can’t believe you never told me!” you gushed excitedly. “There’s so many things I want to ask. Can you talk to actual spiders? Do webs come out of your butt? Spiders use poison to make their food mushy so they can eat it, is that what you do? I’ve never noticed.”
“How did you… Ned, are you serious?” Peter asked, his voice strained. “Y/N you weren’t supposed to find out. You have to swear not to tell anyone.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” you said with a wink. “It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway, but I’ll keep it to myself.”
“What, you don’t think Peter Parker can take on massive villains with crazy weapons and stuff?” he asked, looking mildly offended.
“Honestly? Not really,” you admitted. “No offense Pete, you’re just not that threatening or tough.” His eyes flashed and you knew this was going to be the beginning of something.
“Well that sucks because I don’t see you risking your life every single night fighting bad guys ten times your size,” he said angrily. “I get beat up really badly all the time but you should see the other guy. I like to think I’m somewhat good at what I do.” You stared at him for a second, your mind processing what he just said.
“Peter you have to stop,” you said suddenly. He paused, clearly taken aback.
“Y-you want me to stop? Stop being Spiderman?”
“Yes,” you hesitated. “It’s so dangerous, what would I do if something bad happened to you? God, I can’t believe this. What if you’d gotten killed? Please, you have to stop.” He took a step away from you, looking hurt.
“Y/N I have to do this,” he said. “If I don’t then so many more people are in danger. Don’t you get it? I can save people! I’ve already saved people. Isn’t that more important than whether or not I get some bruises once in a while? It’s so selfish of you to even say that!” His voice raised as he went, his emotions running wild. For as long as you’d known Peter he had never raised his voice like that at you. You could feel your heart pumping faster as you glared at him.
“If you keep being Spiderman we can’t be friends.” As soon as you said it you regretted it. The look on his face was like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t been friends for very long but you were still extremely close and you knew life without Peter would totally suck. It wasn’t an empty threat though. His safety was really important to you and you hated the idea of him setting off every night to go get knocked around.
“I won’t,” he said in a low voice. You blinked, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.
“Then I guess we’re not friends anymore.”
“I guess not.” He didn’t look away, his gaze defiant and strong. You suddenly understood where Spiderman’s bravery came from. You readjusted the backpack on your shoulder and turned away, walking away from him.
It has been a few weeks since the fight had gone down and neither of you had spoken since. You were ashamed of your behavior but were too stubborn to go back on your word. It wasn’t really fair of you to ask him to give it up entirely but he had to understand the gravity of the situation. You checked the news obsessively every night to see if there was any information about Spiderman. You followed update accounts on twitter and even downloaded news apps with live coverage just in case. Every time Peter missed a day at school you were filled with anxiety and fear that he wouldn’t ever come back. You used Ned as a resource to find out how Peter was doing. Ned, caught in the middle, would always desperately ask you to talk to him again. He claimed that Peter had gotten really closed off and irritable and was ignoring just about everyone. It hurt you, but you were determined to prove a point.
One night when you were about to hop in the shower after a particularly long day your phone started going off like crazy. All kinds of notifications were popping up about a huge scale accident by Coney Island that involved one of the Avenger’s planes. Spiderman had been seen there, and from the looks of it he must have gotten pretty badly injured. Panic seized your body as you thought of Peter lying helplessly in the wreckage. You tried to shake it off. He was probably fine, this was his decision anyway. You decided to ignore it for the time being and just shower.
You were in the middle of drying yourself off when you heard the doorbell ring. You froze, your imagination spewing out worst case scenarios. You were home alone and there was a very slim chance it was your parents. What if it was a murderer? It would totally suck to be killed naked. The doorbell rang again a second and third time though and at that point your curiosity got the best of you. Your pulled your towel tightly around you and went to check the front door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a familiar face.
Peter. You swung the door open and almost passed out at the sight before you. He looked as if he had been in a gang fight or something. His entire face was cut and scratched with dark purple spots around his eyes. His lip was bleeding as well as a spot on his cheek. He was wearing a hoodie but he hadn’t bothered to put different pants over the suit, and you could see it had been ripped a few times.
“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Peter, what happened? Never mind, tell me later. My god, sit down.” Your mind was reeling as you desperately tried to think of how to fix his wounds. Peter cleared his throat, disrupting your thoughts.
“Not to be creepy but can you put on clothes first? I’m hurt but I’m not dying and it’s kinda awkward…” His voice came out raspy but still carried the joking tone. Heat rushed to your face and you nodded, running back to your bathroom to quickly get your pajamas on. When you came back Peter was laying on the couch, his eyes closed. You sat down next to him gingerly and he looked up at you.
“Y/N… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. He sounded exhausted and defeated. “Y-you were right. Putting myself in harm’s way is stupid and I can’t always handle things on my own. I can’t do anything on my own, actually. I need you to talk to me again, I’m slowly going insane. I missed you so much and it was so much worse than any pain I’ve ever gone through in my whole life.” You swallowed hard, holding back tears. He looked so incredibly vulnerable and it broke your heart that what you had done upset him so much.
“Peter, listen…” you started but he cut you off.
“I-If you want I’ll even give up on Spiderman.” You paused for a second. He was really willing to give up such an important part of his life just to get you to talk to him again. You realized that being a hero was just who he was, and his selflessness made you feel really proud.
“I don’t want you to,” you said gently. “We need someone like you out there protecting us. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, I guess I’m not as good of a person as you are. I’m still gonna be upset when you get hurt like this but if it’s what you want to do then I shouldn’t be the one to stop you.” He grinned and his smile even reached his tired eyes. You missed seeing that smile and it lifted your spirits.
“I can deal with you being grumpy sometimes, it’s better than nothing. I had to listen to Ned talk about computer programming for like an hour yesterday and nobody came to my rescue. Maybe that can be your superpower?”
“Maybe,” you chuckled. “Now, do you want ice or something? You look terrible. Not that you don’t always look terrible, Parker.” He laughed, cringing at the pain shooting up his side. You looked at him nervously, unsure of how to help him.
“Ice sounds great actually,” he said. You nodded and rushed to the freezer to find an ice pack. You wrapped it in a thin towel so that it wouldn’t be super cold and brought it back to him. His face was drained of all color and there were beads of sweat all across his forehead.
“Pete, I think you might have a concussion,” you said as you eyed the bump on his head. “Your pupils are all dilated and you’re turning black and blue.”
“I’m fine,” he declared as he sat up, the look in his eyes showing he immediately regretted his decision. “Actually do you… I need to go throw up.” You helped him up and guided him to the bathroom. He insisted that he was good on his own and you waited anxiously outside the door, listening to him coughing and retching. You were a wreck. Your nursing skills were slim to none and you were basically useless in this situation. You did, however, have a driver’s license and you decided that you needed to take Peter to the hospital.
“Ok, I’m fine now,” he said as he emerged. He looked ghostly pale and generally ragged.
“Yeah, no,” you said. “I’m taking you to a doctor. I’ll call your aunt and let her know what’s going on, let’s go.”
“Y/N I don’t need a doctor,” he argued. “I feel great! I just want to stay here… Can I crash with you? Will your parents be mad?” You considered it for a moment. Your parents wouldn’t care, they’d known Peter for a while and trusted you enough to have him over. The thought of not having his head checked out made you a little nervous but when you looked at his pleading face you couldn’t say no.
“Fine, but you have to stay close to me in case something happens. I’ll find you a garbage can or something if you feel like you’re going to be sick again. Do you want a change of clothes? I have some of your shirts that you’ve left here.”
“That would be fantastic,” he said weakly. “I’m really sorry, this is all my fault.” He apologized about seven times in a row as you went to grab him a t-shirt.
“Peter, you know I love it when I’m right but if you could please shut up for like a minute that would be great.” You handed him the shirt and he just stared up at you. You raised your eyebrows and he smiled awkwardly.
“I’m wearing the suit under this and I don’t have other pants,” he told you. You rolled your eyes and he laughed despite the pain.
“You have boxers right? I’m not in middle school, I can handle it. Besides, it can’t be any more embarrassing than the skin-tight suit.”
“What’s wrong with the suit?” he asked defensively. You shook your head, not ready to start another argument with him. He carefully pulled off the hoodie and you gasped. There was blood all over the front of the suit that had been hidden from your sight by the sweatshirt.
“I’m good!” he exclaimed, trying to remind you. He pushed the button on the front of his suit and it fell down in a heap on the floor. You got a good look at his chest which was a lot more muscular than you would have thought. There was a big gash going down from his rib cage to his lower stomach that thankfully seemed to have stopped bleeding.
“Hey,” he said. “My eyes are up here.” You felt your face flush and he giggled.
“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Since when do you have abs? I thought you were a nerd?”
“W-what? Oh uh I guess I just got fit from… fighting crime and stuff,” he stammered. He yanked the shirt over his head, all the carefulness from earlier abandoned. The two of you usually didn’t flirt or feel any weird tension, but suddenly the air felt stifling. He gazed over at you, clearly feeling the awkward mood settling as well.
“Hey, you know maybe I should go and…” you started to say, trailing off as Peter stepped closer to you cautiously. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that he could hear it too. He looked as nervous as you felt, but the distance between you was closing rapidly. Soon enough he was right in front of you, his eyes fixed on your mouth. You knew what was going on, you just wouldn’t have ever guessed Peter would initiate it like this. His lips dangerously close to yours, he paused.
“Is this ok?” he murmured. You nodded slowly and he went for it. There was the faint taste of copper from the blood on his bottom lip, but that didn’t bother you. You pulled away first, your mind racing. What did this mean for you? Were you friends still or something else?
“Peter, I-” you said softly, but he beat you to it.
“I-I don’t know why I did that,” he said. “I just… I was thinking about what would happen if we weren’t friends and it messed me up inside, you know? After the first day of you ignoring me I knew that I liked you, like a lot. I don’t know if you feel the same way, I shouldn’t have made it weird…”
“I do feel the same way,” you said, surprising even yourself. “Let’s not fight like that again. You’re way too important to me.” You pulled his arm gently and the two of you sat down on the couch together. You were quiet for a moment before you looked over at him.
“Does this mean I’m dating a superhero?” you whispered.
“If you’re cool with it, yeah.”
“Once you feel better will take me on a date and show me how the web thing works?” He rested his head on your shoulder and thought for a moment.
“I think I might feel better tomorrow evening, maybe around 7?”
Can you do bedroom sex but with your parents downstairs?
“But what if they won’t like me? Haven’t you seen any movies? The dad hates the boyfriend.” Jungkook said as we walked up to my parents’ house. I took his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze.
“But there are movies where the family loves the boyfriend.” I reassured him. He gave me a weak smile and I stood on my tip toes just a bit to peck his cheek. He smiled as I pulled away and cupped my face with his hand, bringing me in for a kiss.
When the door opened, we looked to see my little sister holding the door.
“Were you about to kiss?” She asked, cocking her head to the left. I scrunched my nose at her and ruffled her hair, as if to distract her.
“Lana, this is Jungkook.” I said, pinching her cheek. She swatted my hand away and made a face.
“Hi Lana. Your sister told me a lot about you.” Jungkook said, bending down onto one knee.
“Your name is weird.” She said.
“Lana!” I scolded. Jungkook laughed.
“It is. But hey, you can call me Kookie if you want.” He suggested. Lana’s eyes lit up and she jumped onto him, surprising him and making us both laugh.
“I like Kookie!” She squealed. Jungkook patted her back and carried her into the kitchen, where my mom was setting down some plates.
“My baby is finally home.” She said, rushing over to hug me.
“Hi mom. This is Jungkook.” I said, introducing her.
“My my! How handsome he is.” She said, taking Lana from him. He blushed and stuttered a thank you.
“His name is Kookie!” Lana said, struggling to get down.
“Only you can call me that.” He told her. She nodded and ran off. Probably to get her toys.
“Where’s dad?” I asked, taking mine and Jungkook’s coats to the coat rack.
“Behind you.” A voice said. I turned and saw him, smiling in his suspenders and flannel.
“Papa!” I shouted, rushing to hug him. He chuckled and hugged me, placing a kiss onto my forehead.
“How’s my girl been?” He asked.
“Good. I want you to meet Jungkook.” I said, going over to Jungkook and having them meet. My father looked him up and down and I heard Jungkook swallow.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stuttered, shaking his hand. My father stared him down until they shook hands, my father earning a smile onto his face.
“Strong grip! You picked a good one.” My father said, engulfing Jungkook into a hug. Jungkook yelped and I snickered.
“So Jungkook, my little girl tells me you’re in a band.” My father asked him as we sat in the living room. Lana and Jungkook were playing with her toys and he froze.
“I am. With 6 other members.”
“Can we hear you sing?” My mother asked enthusiastically.
He looked at me and I shrugged. He sighed and stood up, clearing his throat and wiping his hands in his pants. He looked down and then back up, a nervous smile on his lips.
“I’m a born singer jom nujeobeorin gobaek, i swear. Eonjena meolgiman haesseotdeon singiruga nun ape isseo, yeogi isseo…”
He was nervous at first, but loosened up when I smiled at him, letting his vocals chords do what they were meant to do. He finished and my parents applauded him, my mom touching her heart.
“You’re good.” My father said, patting his back as Jungkook came to sit by me. I intertwined our fingers and he smiled. I looked and my parents were watching us.
“Remember when we were like that?” My mother asked my father. He chuckled.
“We didn’t have manners like they do.”
I rolled my eyes, smiling and stood up.
“Come on Kookie, let’s get ready for bed.” I told him. He nodded and thanked my parents again for letting him come visit. They smiled and nodded, watching us sneak off to my room.
I locked the door and flopped onto my bed, the coolness of it making me sigh. Kookie smiled and joined me.
“Told you they would like you.” I smiled, facing him. He sighed.
“I was nervous. I was going to excuse myself to brush my teeth. Your father is intimidating.” He said. I kissed his nose and he scrunched it up.
“I’m going to change.” I said, getting up. He nodded and went towards his bag, to do the same thing. I can our from the bathroom and saw him shirtless, his arm behind his head as he looked at my ceiling. He turned when he heard me and made a face and touched his heart.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re still beautiful.” He groaned. I rolled my eyes and joined him on the bed, sitting on top of him.
“I like this position.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You’re gross Kookie.” I giggled and got off of him, only to have him sit on top of me. I whined and he shut me up with a kiss.
“You can’t keep shutting me up with kisses.” I said, as he pulled away.
“Why not. They’re fun.” He said in-between our kisses.
He moved down to my neck and I let out a sigh. His hands roamed my sides, brushing against my chest and then back to my sides. I felt something against my thigh and giggled.
“What?” He asked. I raised an eyebrow and he smirked.
“You make me like this.” He said, kissing me, his tongue licking my bottom lip for entrance. His hands felt their way up into my shirt and stayed near my stomach.
“Don’t be shy.” I whispered in his ear, nibbling onto it.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, his voice hitching in his throat as I took his hands and placed them on my chest.
“I know you won’t.” I said as I let him massage my chest, earning a small moan escape. He kissed my neck, sucking below my earlobe. My hands roamed his torso, tugging at his sweat bottoms. We got them off and he lifted my shirt up, leaving kisses down from my collarbone down to my navel, and back up.
I undid my bra and he bit his lip. He kissed me and started to slowly make his way down, stopping at my chest. He took a breast in his mouth, flickering his tongue around, making me bite my lip. His other hand roamed my thighs, massaging them and just feeling them.
He brought his lips back to mine and smirked, slowly pulling my panties down.
“Who knew the Golden Maknae would be this excited?” I teased. He smirked again and leaned down to my ear.
“You have no idea.” He said, slipping a condom on and thrusting into me. I gripped the sheets and was about to scream when he covered my mouth.
“Shh. I hear someone coming.” He whispered, still covering my mouth. There was a knock on the door.
“Do you guys need any blankets?” My mother’s voice called out. Jungkook let go of my mouth for me to answer.
“We’re good. Thanks.”
“Okay well goodnight you guys. We’re in the room next door if you need anything.” She said, leaving. Jungkook looked back at me and kissed my lips, biting them both.
“I guess I need to keep this here so you don’t disturb your parents sleeping.” He said, his hand still on my mouth.
He thrusted into me, making me arch my back.
“I told you. You had no idea.” He growled, as I hugged my legs around him, bringing him closer. He sucked on my neck, the same spot that would easily be hidden with my hair and continued to thrust into me.
Every thrust was different, meaning he hit a different angle, driving me crazy. He hit one angle which made me scream into his hand, making him smile.
He continued to hit that angle and I felt my whole body shake like never before. I moaned against his hand, hot from the heat of my mouth.
“You need to be quieter Jagiya..” he said in my ear, a moan afterwards escaping his lip. I bit his hand and he chuckled in my ear.
“You don’t want your parents knowing what I do to their little girl hm?” he asked, rocking his hips into me harder and faster. I bit my lip and he covered my mouth again, moans escaping my mouth like water. His moans filled my ear, soft and low, making me wild.
I could feel my walls closing and I arched my back, causing Kookie to bite my neck. I arched my back one last time, moaning out my climax.
“Jagiya…” he moaned, his pace slowing down. He slid out and was going to finish himself off when I climbed on top of him, kissing his neck.
“Shhh. Don’t ‘jagiya’ me.” I smirked, kissing my way down from his neck to his torso, leaving a soft trail of kisses against the crevices on his stomach. He placed a hand to his face, his bottom lip tucked underneath his teeth as I licked his member.
He let out a soft moan, making me smile. I took him in my mouth and let my tongue do the work, him bucking his hips upward every once in a while.
I took him in deep and pulled out, licking his head and the juice seeping out. I continued, slowly tasting him until he let loose, making me swallow everything.
“That was… New.” he breathed. I shrugged.
“It’s not like I’ve never given you one before.” I said, heading to the bathroom to clean up. He joined me, a new set of pajamas in hand. I smiled and took them, grabbing my toothbrush.
“But never like that. Especially after our second time of doing it.” he said sheepishly. I smiled to myself. It was true. He wasn’t wrong.
We’ve only had sex once, and that was for his 18th Birthday. For the next two years, we’ve only done oral because we wanted to wait for marriage. Some were amazing and some were just quickies, mainly him. Especially before he left for tour.
He knew I never liked that stuff, especially when it’s me that’s getting worked on. Once in a while I’ll want it, but he knows I like pleasing him and he knew what he was doing.
Except for his first time doing it. I chuckled to myself as I rinsed my mouth out, my clothes already on.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I was remembering the first time we did anything. Remember? We were alone and one thing led to another.”
“I remember us being nervous as hell. We didn’t know what we were doing but to us it was amazing.” he laughed, rinsing his mouth out as well. I headed to the bed, instantly tired from everything.
“I’m glad your parents didn’t hear. Especially your dad. He would have killed me.” Kookie yawned. I chuckled and yawned, resting my head on his shoulder.
“He would have.” I said looking up at him. He looked down at me and I laughed.
“I wouldn’t have let him though.” He smiled and kissed me, resting his head in mine as we drifted to sleep
Merry Christmas! Thanks to@l8nitl0vr for the request. I’m hoping that this is what you were looking for. It’s less ‘little fluffy things’ more ‘grand sweeping gestures’. Let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt[s]: Reader is a little heartbroken about a failed relationship and when Thor notices he does all kinds of fluffy things to try and make her feel better? >///
“The Man in Red”
Thor wasn’t a studious man. He believed in learning by doing
things and consequently making mistakes (of which he had made a few in his
time). However, at this time of year, he’d made an exception.
The Avengers’ first Christmas together reminded them that
one particular member of their team was not as well-versed in Earth traditions
as the others. Even Steve felt like a font of knowledge when describing Halloween.
So when December rolled around, everybody chipped in to give him all the
information they could about the festive season.
“Valentine” enters the Institue and no one is reaction except Alec. The first thing he does? Pull Max as far behind him as possible. If that doesn’t scream protector I don’t know what else would. And that makes me so emotional. In another post I rambled about how Alec always seemed to cut in front of everyone in order to keep them safe. Alec reacts on instinct– and he always protects. Max is his little brother and as long as “Valentine” gets him first and not Max, Alec would be okay with that.
BECAUSE ALEC JUST CARES AND PROTECTS EVERONE HE LOVES AND NOW I AM CRYING.
disclaimer: i do not own supernatural or any of its characters, only the plot in which i write in.
Dean walked into the room, shrugging off a layer of many from his attire and throwing it aside onto the bed next him.
He stopped when he saw none other than Castiel sitting on the edge of said bed, head buried into his hands. He could barely make it out, but the Winchester swore he could hear shuddering breaths coming from the ex-angel, and it only confirmed his suspicions more when he saw the light trembling of shoulders with each and every stuttered breath.
Dean couldn’t help but to let his ever permanent frown deepen at that. Cas didn’t cry. Never in his entire time of knowing the man did he ever shed a damn tear or let on that he wanted to.
Although, he was human now, so it was probably opening up a lot of flood gates for him what with being able to feel the immense emotions wash over him completely. Being an angel had its perks he supposed, he’d give anything to be able to shove his emotions back down inside of him unless he wanted to feel them. Castiel couldn’t do that now, however, and Dean could only imagine what the hell Cas could be feeling right now.
In all of his millenia of existence, he’d probably gone through way more than what he’d merely gone through with the Winchester’s, but it was still a lot to take in, and this life probably only made it worse. Dean knew that of course. The hunters life sucked, any hunter could tell you that from the get go.
Yet, he couldn’t think of how in the actual hell he was supposed to comfort somebody without making it worse. Let alone a damn person that used to be an angel. That’s all Dean was usually good for when it came to support and advice. He’d fuck it up somehow, he knew.
Ah, fuck it. Better something than nothing at all, right?
Hesitantly, Dean took a few short strides across the room to where Castiel sat, taking a seat next to him and leaning his elbows on his knees to keep himself propped up as he kept on praying Cas didn’t move his hands away from his face; not wantng to see the distraught expression that he might find on his boyfriend’s face. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle that much.
“You alright, Cas?”
He got nothing in response but a frantic head shake, indicating that, no, he was most definitely not fine, but still refusing to tear his hands away from his face. Dean felt selfish for being grateful about that.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Okay, damn, what else was he supposed to do then?
“…Can I hug you?”
Dean Winchester didn’t do chick flick moments, that was very well known, but hugging didn’t count. Absolutely not.
There was a few seconds of silence before Cas shook his head ‘yes’, both of them moving at that to go in for a hug.
For a moment, Dean saw Cas’ face, where he had removed his hands, which was adorned with tears. His eyes looked to be bloodshot and swollen from crying, some parts of his face both pale and patched red.
Sighing, Dean scooted back farther onto the bed and motioned for Cas to come closer to him, manuvering them both until the ex-angel was sat beside him, legs draped across Dean’s before he nestled his face into the crook of the human’s neck. His arms wrapped around Dean unsurely, but was quickly reassured when Dean tugged him closer into his side and put his own arms around Cas.
Neither of the two men said a word after that, settling for the silence that blanketed the both of them in the room, aside from the occasional sniffle or shaky breathing coming from Cas.
Eventually, though, Dean found the silence nearly unbearable, and pressed a kiss to the crown of Castiel’s head before making Cas get up off of him so he could stand and make a beeline to his phone.
For once, he was glad that Sam had given him a speaker to plug his phone into, it made it a lot easier to do things like this.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he went straight to his music app and scrolled through the several songs he’d downloaded until he finally settled on one, hooking it up to the speaker that rested on his nightand beside the bed.
Cas didn’t look up until he heard the beginning of the song started playing through the speakers.
Dean walked back over to his boyfriend– if he could even call him that? he didn’t know what else to call it– and reached a hand out once he stopped in front of him, offering it to Cas. Fuck his “no chick flick moments” rule for now. Neither of them would mention this to another damn soul, probably not even each other, so what did it really matter, especially if this helped?
When the other didn’t catch on to what Dean was asking, looking up from the outstretched hand to green eyes that practically glowed in the dimly lit room, Dean spoke up once more.
“I, uh… Dance with me?” He asked tenatively, afraid that this was the wrong time for this and Cas would turn down his only means of how to comfort the ones he cared about.
This was the most calming thing he could think of (aside from quietoy singing), so, why not try it with one of the people he cared about most?
Cas looked a bit upset at that. Shit, maybe this wasn’t the right time after all. Maybe he had definitely messed it all up now and—
“I’m not sure how I should go about dancing. I’ve never really danced before, Dean.”
Internally sighing in relief, Dean let a small smile tug up at his lips, a look of understanding coming over his face.
“That’s alright, man, we won’t do anything too hard. Just do what I do. ’S that easy to catch onto, trust me.”
Castiel slowly reached out to take Dean’s hand in his own, rising to his feet when he felt Dean pull at his hands a bit. He followed after Dean as the man took a few steps back, placing the both of them a good distance from everything around them except each other.
As the first words began to be said throughout the speaker, Dean started to gently guide Cas’ hands up around him to where his elbows rested easily on his shoulders and so his hands could lock behind his neck before placing his own hands on Cas’ hips. He merely started swaying them back and forth after he’d gotten them both adjusted comfortably in their position.
“So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.”
Dean mouthed silently to the words as the two men continued to gently sway side and side together, the tenseness started to ease out of the both of of their bodies as the song carried on.
“Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters.”
Slowly, but surely, Cas eventually ended up closer to Dean after the song was half way through, their bodies pressed against one another as they kept swaying to the song.
Their surroundings disappeared in this moment where it was only about them. The only thing that existed to them in that moment was the soft background and lyrics of the music wafting over them as they danced.
Castiel didn’t hide his face this time. He found it much more appealing to look up into the bright, candy-green eyes that were gazing into his own blue ones.
“So close no matter how far
It couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.”
Neither of them quit their swaying by the time the music had ended. They still clung to each other, afraid to let go. This was a time that was the most peaceful, to them, the most they had ever had, a time they didn’t have to worry about anything but each other.
But, like all good things, it, of course, had to end. Still, neither broke apart, keeping joined at the hands, nearly clinging, as Dean turned his phone off and guided them back to the bed to lay down. As they lay down, they stayed as close to each other as physically possible, not wanting to ruin the calm serinity that surrounded them.
As they layed down, one of Dean’s arms went under the pillow they shared, his hand on his gun like always. He’d kill anything that thought it was going to bring harm to either of them while they were at such a calm like this. His other arm was around Cas, hand resting at the small of his back.
They fell asleep in each others’ arms like that, separately broken in their own ways, but together.
I loved you so much. “Ben?” Your shaky voice spoke up, unsure if you had heard him right. Did you hear him right? “Ben, are-”
Sitting up in his spot, he looked you in the eye with fear in his own. He looked scared, vulnerable and broken altogether, it only made you wonder as to what he had dreamt about. “I-” Cutting himself off, he quickly stood up from your bed, grabbing his keys and wallet and sticking them back in his pockets before rushing off.
“Ben?!” Watching him go, you jumped off of the bed and tried following after, only to see him dart out the front door as Astro barked, chasing after him. “Ben?! Ben, where are you going?!” Running up to the door frame of the main entrance, you watched as Astro barked at the now closed stairwell door.
since it’s almost christmas and a time for everyone to be happy, and because i recently reached 2.5k, i decided to make another follow forever!! (okay truth is i’ve been wanting to make one for a while but ignore this) this time i have some special mentions to make, because i met some really amazing people here in the last few months! and i know better who my favs are this time lmao (also i can’t seem to get the links and mentions to work for some reason so just know that if im following you, you’re here. just search for your url)
> @khazbrekker > duda i love you so much, you have no idea! you are the most precious angel, my moon and my stars, one of my best friends <3 i love talking to you, i love working with you, i love everything <3 i remembered when we were both going to do enem and you said to me you were wishing i did well and that you would think of me during the test and i was like “who is this person?? how can anyone be so sweet?” and i just adore you so much! talking to you makes my days better love <3
> @vvinterhayle > ju i will never forget the day you came to me with the first idea for the yalitsquad!! for one it was what started the network, which i love so, so much, but more importantly it was the start of our friendship! i love you so much, never forget it <3
> @hxcates > vi, somehow it seems we never stop to talk properly (except for that first time, that is), but i really really like you?? you have a special place in my heart, and your blog is amazing darling <3
> @collinslily > pristine!! you are like out of this world amazing! and guess what i’m back to saying that we never got to talk much (we did a little at least) but i feel like we have a connection? somehow? for one i think your blog was like my first inspiration as my blog was starting to take shape and grow to be what it is now, and the first time i saw yours i was like “wow!! so pretty!! what an amazing icon! what perfect everything!” and you had that real great persephone url too that i just loved. you were an instant fave, and so far i haven’t changed my mind.
> @cuipid > teresa you cannot imagine how much i love your blog! whenever someone asks me about a blog that looks great, like theme goals, mobile theme goals, aesthetic goals, i think of yours. and your edits are so perfect i still don’t know how you do it! we never got to talk properly (we started once, but didn’t go on? was it my fault? idk) but i know for a fact that you are this sweet and amazing person and i love and admire you so much <3 keep up the good work darling!
so yeah those are my favorite favorites haha, but i love everyone i follow and i love everyone who follows me, and the rest of the amazing people on my follow forever are waiting bellow! i was going to put them under a read more but tumblr is messing with the links and maybe this way it’ll at least show on the search idk (faves // ♥ loves of my life)
This secret room twist is such a disappointment!! Paul gets nothing for figuring it out first except a 1/12 shot of returning if he’s evicted and all other houseguests that enter the room get the same reward. It’s honestly so unfair that someone is gonna get to return just because they got lucky! But if Natalie or Da'Vonne get it then forget what I said… It’s 100% fair