fly halves

I’m so stuck on the fact that “If I Could Fly” and “Home” were written on different sides of the world, the longest they’d been physically separated, with other people cowriting and they’re so complementary. Not just thematically but you can form all sorts of call and response conversations:

I was stumbling
Looking in the dark
I’ve been going out of my mind
But you say, you feel the same
I feel it, I feel it

Know that I’m just wasting time,
and I hope that you don’t run from me.

Could we ever be enough?
Baby, we could be enough

When you’re lonely and forget who you are,
When you’re lost,
I’ll find the way, I’ll be your light

For your eyes only, I showed you my heart
It was there, I saw it in your eyes

I’m missing half of me when we’re apart
You’ll never feel like you’re alone
I can feel your heart inside of mine
I’ll make this feel like home

They didn’t write these together. When they sit down to write a song about their deepest love, their one and only, who they’re currently apart from and want to call out to… this is what happens.

For Your Eyes Only

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Summary: AU in which Jared is covered in tattoos and the Reader is determined to find and admire all of them.

Word Count: ~2,000

Warnings: Smut, this is pure smut with a small attempt at a plot if you squint really hard. Slight body worshipping because c’mon who wouldn’t worship a naked and tattooed Jared Padalecki? Oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: Because it seems like @spontaneousam and I can’t have a conversation without someone coming up with something to write about… But hey, who’s complaining? ;) I swear I’m in the process of writing the gif drabbles and Brook just turns my night around and makes me need to write this. So the drabbles will be up tomorrow, but for now, enjoy some smutty smut!

*Flashback in italics


You’d been with Jared for a little while, but that night - the first time you’d gotten him naked - damn. When you met him at San Jac’s all those weeks ago, the first thing you noticed were his tattoos. They covered his arms, and a few even poked out over the collar of his shirt. You assumed he had more, and every part of you was desperate to seek them out.

The first time you two tumbled into his bedroom was your perfect opportunity.


Leave the lights on.” Your breath was hot against his neck as he fumbled with the button of your jeans. “I want to see you - all of you.” 

He nodded, lips reconnecting with yours. Jared gripped the back of your legs and hoisted them up around his waist, you jeans in a crumpled mess on the floor by the door. You yanked the beanie off his head and threaded your fingers into his deep brown hair, tugging lightly and eliciting a deep rumble from the back of his throat.

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