People hold hands? Psh I can't relate, I throw hands like a real man.
[puts on fake glasses] It's time to read some hoes.
Me actually liking someone? Sounds fake, I just like the validation that I'm not complete trash.
I'm internally screaming right now because the one day I decide to wear makeup I keep crying. My eyelashes are clumping together and I cannot. I refuse.
Do you ever see the sun and you're like ... Man, I'd love to punch it because same. I want to punch the sun so hard. My only chance to be fist-kissed by a hottie.
I feel bad that I don't recycle. I just can't be inspired to do it because I still feel terrible about life after doing so. [throws water bottle in recycling bin] Oh look, I still have depression!
I want to have a flowery aesthetic... I need a group of friends that are always willing to take pictures of frolicking through flower fields.
I love the fact that no one really knows anything about me, but it also makes me kind of sad at the same time. What is my legacy besides being the mysterious and hot one?
The only person in this world who will never break my heart is education connection lady. She's still in 2009 singing about her education experience and I refuse to believe anything different.
I've spent 10 hours of my life listening to the education connection song. If I don't make it to college, then I may as well just die.
Other people around me are always like "I LOVE YOU! OMG, I LOVE YOU!" Meanwhile I'm just eating my imaginary popcorn thinking about how much I hate everyone.
I'm eating five hour old chicken nuggets and I'm sad. I don't think I'll finish them... I have to throw them away... This is probably the worst thing I've ever done in my life.
my parents are in the other room with my younger sister. 4 years younger than me yet i go to sleep before her. watching Saturday Night Live together, like a normal family.
but the demons inside of my head won’t shut up and i’ve been lying here listening to the voices that keep me up at night. i’m crying, alone and in the dark, thinking of people i used to talk to and dreams we once had.
and i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark.
all the while i get into a fight with my supposed best friend, you know the one who tells me were like blood only to be the one to stab the knife.
and she’s mad at me because i have no sympathy, same thing i’ve been told by countless individuals. “i lack a heart” is something mostly everyone’s once said.
but i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark. thinking amount memories and should’ve beens, i’m wondering what we would be now if we were still an us.
and as you scream at me for being too cold, my heart breaks a little more each time, but i knew this was coming, i instigated the fight. i knew you were mad at me, i didn’t like you ignoring me, i wanted to apologize but look at where i got us instead.
i’m pathetic, at my weakest, and, ironically, you tell me you’re leaving because i don’t care about anything. but you’re not here to see me breaking and you never have been.
and i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark.
and i lay here, crying, alone and in the dark.
it becomes the responsibility of my other friends to glue me back together. some of them being shown pieces of me they’ll forget when they decide to throw me away, telling me again that i don’t have a heart.
Let’s turn this into a game;
How far can I run before I boomerang and find myself on the road straight back to you?
How many times can I cry to my friends before they get tired of hearing the same story?
How long can I stay awake for purely out of spite to the fact you use to help me sleep?
Really, really LOVE this episode. There were moments of me awing, screaming, laughing, and crying all at the same time. Like how many stories did it have in this? 5, 6?? And it all worked out so smoothly and I just wanted more of just THIS!!!
This was a legit RICK AND MORTY episode. Now all I want is just THAT!!! I wanna see more Mortys and Ricks from different realities and how they deal with day to day stuff. Oh gawd this show will be the END OF ME!!! XDD
What I really loved from this was Cop Rick and Cop Morty. I NEED more drawings of these two PLEASE!!!
this is the last and final part for being best friends with jungkook
as soon as you saw into the familiar yet strangely different eyes of jungkook you left the club, going to the alley way beside it. you leaned up against the cold, brick wall, trying to catch your breath. you felt like crying and screaming at the same time. the boy you loved staring into your eyes as he kissed someone else. your heart was shattered, you felt all the pieces fumble around in your chest. your body felt numb, but that could also be from how cold it was outside. “y/n.” you heard, closing your eyes and tilting your head down to look at the ground. you knew who it was; jungkook, and you did not want to turn around and look at him. you couldn’t bare to. “look at me.” “i can’t.” you whispered to him as if it was a secret. you heard him sigh and shuffle slightly on his feet. the tension between you two was smothering you. it felt like you were drowning. “y/n, just turn around, i don’t want to talk to your back.” now you sigh and give in to his demand, knowing that you will regret it. slowly, you turn around, both of you fully taking in echothers presence. “you look different.” you say, because he did, you barely noticed him. “i am different.” silence took over you both now. nothing happening besides little peeks at each other every once in a while. “what do you want me to do jungkook?” you asked finally, your voice raising a bit. almost instantly he had a reply, “i want you to tell me why you kissed taehyung.” something in you clicked then, you could feel the fury fill in your eyes. “it was a dare jungkook! a stupid, harmless dare!” now you were yelling, tired of it seeming like it was completely your fault. “but i was in love with you y/n! and you go and kiss my best friend? how would you feel if i knew that you were in love with me and i went and kissed your best friend?” jungkook yelled back, stepping closer to you. “but i didn’t know you were in love with me!” jungkook scoffed and shook his head, looking down at the ground, “how? how could you not know?” his voice lowering. “i don’t know jungkook,” you put your hands on your face in defeat, your voice also lowering, “i dont know.”. silence took over you two again, it being even more tense than it was before. you’ve basically drowned in it now. “i love you.” you whispered, not even sure if he heard it. you dared yourself to look up at him. there, he stood in shock; his mouth agape and his eyes slightly widened. you could tell he didn’t know what to say. “I love you,” you said again, louder, just to confirm,” and i know it’s too late.” with that, you straightened your back and walked past jungkook, preparing to walk home. you wanted to get out of there. but suddenly, you felt jungkooks warm hand on your arm; god you missed his touch. “y/n wait,” jungkook spoke softly, different from how he was before, “it’s not too late.” you turned around to look at him. this time when you did, he looked different from how he did before. he looked like your best friend. “i love you.”
Request: A Cheryl Blossom x Fem Reader for your riverdale ones. You’re at one of Cheryl’s parties and you’re really drunk and keep embarrassing her in front of the gang by saying soft things about your relationship and ruining her HBIC image but every time she try’s to get mad you say something cute and then run off to do more stupid things “Stop being cute I’m trying to be mad at you”
Even if Cheryl Blossom’s manor seemed gothic at times, you still felt completely comfortable as you lounged on the couch during one of her parties, waiting for her to return from wherever she went off to.
“God, Y/N. I don’t know how you do it, she scares the shit out of me.” A mutual friend your current state of mind couldn’t recall commented.
You easily laughed. You felt you were the only one who truly knew your girlfriend. “Trust me, she’s not that scary. She is waaaay too beautiful for that!” you hiccuped, the red solo cup in your hand finally getting to you.
“Y/N!” You heard Cheryl shout, grabbing your arm and pulling you up from the couch. “Are you drunk already? The party’s only been going on for half an hour!”
“But, Cheryl!” You whined. “That’s a whole thirty minutes!”
“Exactly. That’s such a short amount of time.” She said sternly, and people around the room fell silent, knowing she was taking her place.
“Uhh, that’s the same amount of time it took you to ask me out. That was a reeeaallly long time, remember? You couldn’t find the words and you just held my hand, talking about—“
“Dont!” Cheryl put a hand over your mouth. “Bring that up here!” She turned on her heel and walked away from you swiftly, going to take care of other matters while you pouted.
“Aww shit, I was hoping she would make out with you again!” A random jock high-fived another jock.
You sat back down. “Well, honestly, same.”
Reggie laughed. “Oh damn, she’s agreeing with us— she’s really out of it.”
“I do want her to kiss me…” You stated obviously, confused. “She stares into your eyes really hard right before, and her lips are so soft… and I always tangle my hand in her hair, because that’s soft too…” You grinned stupidly.
“Aww, that’s so adorable!” Betty squealed.
“Peaches!” Your girlfriend stormed into the room again, this time sitting next to you on the couch. “I told you not to tell any stories about us!”
“But whyyy? They’re so good!” You complained.
“Hey, why does she call you peaches?” Archie asked, knowing you would launch into a story and anger her further.
“Well, right before we had our first kiss—“
“Y/N!” Cheryl nudged your shoulder, but she couldn’t stop you even if she screamed, which she knew would be ridiculous.
“I was eating a lollipop, right? And she asked me what flavor it was, and I was crying and annoyed from that day because someone outed me when I didn’t want to be, so I just crossed my arms and told her to figure it out herself. So she walked right up to me, pulled it out of my mouth, and kissed me. Long and hard. And I stopped crying.” You smiled, staring off into the distance.
“That’s somehow hot and cute at the same time.” Veronica stated.
“Yeah, and then she just told me, peaches, and walked out.” You giggled.
Cheryl crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you just told that story, and you left out the part where you avoided me for three days after that.”
“That’s because I couldn’t deal with my feelings for you… they were so much and I was just scared of myself, and I was scared that I wasn’t enough, because— you’re like, you’re everything…” You slurred again, trying to make sense through your clouded head.
Cheryl smiled softly at you and took your hand. “You are enough, how many times do I have to say that? And— wait!” Cheryl yanked her hand away from you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to be mad at you!”
“But you can’t be!” You protested.
“Oh, and why’s that?” Cheryl went back to crossing her arms, tilting her head in her typical mean-girl fashion.
“Because I love you,” You stated this as if it were obvious.
Cheryl dropped her arms, falling silent for a moment, before abruptly grabbing your face and kissing you hard as some on-lookers cheered. “I love you too,” She stood up again. “But don’t think for one second that I’m not still angry you said that for the first time in front of everyone, and drunk!”
She stomped away angrily, and while other people in the room seemed slightly uncomfortable, all you did was laugh. You were familiar enough with your girlfriend’s antics, and you shouted, “You love me!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Cheryl echoed down the hallway, and you smiled.
You took a big breath, your heart rate was quick because of the little run you had to do to be on time, but you finally were there, in front of your Philosophy class for your last lesson of the year. University wasn’t over, but you decided to take three months just to follow Art classes, so you were really going to dump Mr. Byun’s course for your major. You were sad, you always loved Philosophy, but that year Art was more important and you needed to pass it with the highest grade.
I´ve never done a fic recommendation before, but since today is Fanfic Writer´s Appreciation Day, what better day than this to do my first one? I signed in Tumblr so I could read fanfics about BTS and I´ve read so many amazing ones that I don´t even know where to start. I just want to share these with you and I hope you´ll enjoy reading them as much as I did, and feel the things I felt!
Omg, recommendating this incredible story to you guys makes me emotional. It was the first fanfic I ever read in Tumblr. So, what better way to start my first fic rec than with this story! It made me feel a thousand things at the same time, and nearly ten months later, I still feel all those things just by reading the title. The way it´s written, the plot, the characters… They way the writter pictures Yoongi!! It´s everything to me. I have to mention the writer too, Taemi. I know I´ve never spoken with you but you´re amazing girl and don´t worry if you have to take some time to yourself. You will have one reader here forever supporting you and your amazing stories!!
I´ll be mentioning this writter in nearly every section but I just love her stories too much! The angst in this story keeps me awake every night, it is just B E A U T I F U L. The story is great and the way the writter makes you understand the dilemma inside the head of the protagonist is just amazing. If you want to read a good angsty and smuty story that makes your heart ache, this is for you!
✨ Coming up Roses by @namtoday - Angst
What can I say about this story? I love oneshots and I love this writer soooo much. This is her first and only fic, but it is beautiful, and despite being a short story, it makes you feel a lot (I suggest you to listen Coming Up Roses by Keira Knightley while reading this) Rocío, sé que vas a leer esto y por eso te quiero decir que no podías faltar en mi primera fic rec. Te has leído todas mis historias, me has dado tu opinión sincera y me ha soportado siempre que voy por la calle o te mando un whatsapp y te digo “se me ha ocurrido otra idea para un fanfic”. Gracias por todo Kim Namroch 🖤 Pd: espero que esto te anime a seguir escribiendo!
My love for this writter never ends. Her smut is just A R T. I didn´t find smut that amazing until I started reading her stories. So Dee, thank you for opening my eyes to the amazing world of smut <3 Okay, so this story guys… The way she describes Hoseok and the was she pictures him… Oh. My. God. To me, this story is much more than pure smut, it´s angsty and it keeps you at the edge of your chair.
I told you guys I would mention her in nearly every section! But this story… Jesus take the wheel. I´m in love with this story, with the Hoseok the writter creates… Everything!
I´m so intrigued with the personality of the Hoseok in this story that I have already re-read it two times!
If you love bad boy stories, motorbikes and black leather jackets this is your fanfic.
There´s no thing in the world I love more than oneshots, and if you combine it with Jimin and action, fantasy and good adventures… This fantastic story is what you get. My love for this writter is no secret, but until now, my love for this story was. The plot… THE PLOT YOU GUYS! For a moment I thought I was reading George R.R. Martin or something, because the argument and the descriptions, the story, the characters and the fantasy in it… Are just perfect. You have to read this! I don´t give you any other option.
I remember the day I read this story. I was so stressed because of final exams that, when I saw that Mariale had updated I just left everything and read it. I completely got lost in the story and its characters and suddenly I wasn´t stressed anymore. She is one of my favourite writers, I just have to read every single one of her stories because they just make feel like I´m inside them and I live every adventure. But this… Omg, she pictured Tae just how I imagine him in real life.
Again, a masterpiece. I just love everything this writter writes, but this story is just amazing. Another oneshot, short but it´s amazing how in just 3.6k she makes you feel all sort of emotions. If you love Tae, you should read another one of her stories:
Looking out For You
Hotarubi no mori e AU. I hadn´t see the movie before reading this story and I thank God every day for it because I had never read anything that felt… Somehow that pure and innocent. Because that´s what the love between Jungkook and the protagonist is like: innocent and pure and so beautiful it makes you wish you had a love like that. Innocent and pure is Mariale´s writting too, and with it, she makes you feel every word and every character. (I, of couse, saw Hotarubi no mori e after reading this and oh god, it is now my favourite anime movie)
I read it four months ago and my mind keeps returning to that story. It was… Only a word can describe it: overwhelming. The way this writer writes just made me fall in love with the plot and the characters. It makes you feel alive, as if you were drving a car with the windows down and your head out of the driver´s window, screaming into the night´s air. Once again: A R T. (Plus, the smut oh my gadddd)
Omg I just love this writer so much and I can´t help it! The way she pictures our Jungkookie in every story is just A R T. The story, the plot, the characters… They all made me feel as if I was on a summer night contemplating the sky and the stars (if you read it you´ll now why) I just want to say once again how pure and innocent the story is and how beautiful <3 (Plus, you will fall in love with Hobi´s character, and if you love him, you´ll love him twice)
Again, this writer. But I told you… She´s just amazing. This story made me cry, I just couldn´t help it. Everything is perfect, EVERYTHING. I just love how each character thinks and how she shows it to the reader. I´ve read it twice and I think that after writing this fic rec I´ll read it a third time! I want to say more about it but i don´t know what because I don´t have words to describe how much I love this story!!
Bad is just how this story leaves you after reading it. But it leaves you bad because it´s so good!!! I loved every single part of it, every word, every moment. I just love how she pictures Jungkook like a bad boy, mysterious and popular. I love that back and forth relationship he has with the protagonist and I love everything. I couldn´t stop screaming while reading it because it was soooo good! You have to read it!
Reading is the best thing ever and I´m super duper thankfull to all those amazing writers who made me cry, scream, fangirl, clap, shout, feel anger and 1000 emotions more at the same time. Thank you guys, what you do everyday (freely and without wanting anything in return but the feedback from your readers) is amazing. There´s a thousand more incredible stories I´ve read and that I didn´t mention here because of space and time. And there´s a thousand more incredible writers out there making our lives a little bit more interesting and adventurous that I didn´t mention here but that I love as much as I love the authors mentioned here.
As a writer myself I know how important the opinion of the readers is to us, so go show some love to all the writers out there and wish them a happy day!
Bringing Peter to a party causes more upset than you would’ve imagined…
Warnings: drinking, some violence, Peter being dorky af
A/N: this ended up WAY longer than I was expecting lol. also, this is my first time writing about Peter so let me know what you guys think! and as always, request are OPEN :)
It was finally here, the last week of high school. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved my years at Midtown Tech, but I was so ready for a change of pace. This was really the last, and kinda the first, week of fun for you. Scholastic Decathlon was last month, so seniors didn’t have to go to practice anymore. The last orchestra concert was two weeks ago, so no more rehearsal. And the Queens of Cheer Competition was last week, so no more tumbling for me. In high school, I made myself the total package so that I would be guaranteed to get into Columbia. The plan worked of course, but it made me miss out on a lot in high school. I never really went to parties because I was always so busy, and after graduation I was starting a full-time job at the library to help pay for college. But that was okay, because I was finally going to a big party this Friday. I had so much lost time to make up for, and the guy who was hosting it has had a huge crush on me since sophomore year. Even though I wasn’t interested, I wasn’t going to say no to free alcohol and a good time.
Sportacus keeps a diary but the only thing he puts in it are things about Robbie. Robbie’s schemes, Robbie’s costumes, Robbie’s smiles, Robbie’s butt. The name ‘Sportacus Rotten’ scrolled across pages. ‘Robbie and Sportacus’ and ‘Robbie Rotten’ in hearts. List of the things he likes the best about him. Poorly drawn pictures of him.
One day Robbie finds out and steals it. When Sportacus realizes its missing he freaks out and looks everywhere. He eventually finds Robbie on the bench reading it. He wants to cry and scream at the same time. Think’s everything is messed up and Robbie will make fun of him now, if not hate him.
Robbie just looked up when he notices Sportacus standing there, his cheeks flush and they stare at each other. Robbie hugs the book to his chest and stutters out,
“Can I keep it?” And Sportacus just sighs in relief and sits next to him, looking at the book as Robbie opens it again.
“Sure,” Sportacus says, leaning on Robbie’s shoulder as he turns the page.
The silence was unbearable. Neither of you could look at each other. The driver pulled up the window in the partition separating the front and back seats, somehow making the moment more haunting.
Your hand didn’t move and his was as still as a statue’s. His whole body was frozen. Finally you mustered up the courage to face him, and his expression was dark. His eyes narrowed in thought and his other hand clenched into a fist.
For the first time in a while, you were small again, not knowing what to do or say . He was just as intimidating as the first time you met in the office. Everything about this moment was so wrong, so cold.
There is this dream he keeps dreaming. It’s not a nightmare - not in the strict sense of the word - but it’s still unsettling, and when Jason wakes up from it he’s always covered in sweat, heart in his throat, taste of blood between his teeth.
It’s a simple dream: a dark, empty alley, moving shadows on the walls, and the sound of a child crying. He can’t see himself or the child, can’t see what’s making the shadows move, and he only knows he’s in an alley because of the omniscience granted by the dream itself. Nothing happens. He doesn’t move, the child never stops cry, no enemy steps forward. Just seconds, minutes, hours, filled with darkness and tears.
Jason usually dismisses it as quickly as he wakes up, but it’s difficult not to think about it right now, in the cave filled with the heartbroken sobs of a scared child.
He’s never heard Damian crying before, and it’s startling to realize how much it’s affecting him. He feels the anger burn through his body, fueled by the need to hurt whatever caused those tears in the first place, the need to destroy whoever dared to touch a kid that, by bonds he’d never be able to explain to anyone outside this family, belongs to him.
Can you please do how Taeyong, Ten, and Jaehyun’s first kiss would be. If you don’t want to do them all, you can pick one. Thank you and I really love your blog. :)
Hi Anon! I hope you like this! It is veryyyy long and quite angsty and emotional and its basically a confession scenario too lol. I apologize that there isn’t much “kissing” in this - when I do his making out one, I’ll make up for it :-)
Enjoy! Flo xx
ifucing love taeyong omg i have never felt so much love for someone in my life literally
My ult bias omg
I see Ty as being a very emotional and sensitive person in a relationship
When Ty first kissed you, the whole process
Leading up to it and the actual kiss
Would be very dramatic and fast paced
Even though Taeyong would be very emotional, he wouldn’t be the type to ever tell you what he was feeling
So basically, he wouldn’t tell you that he liked you EVER
And not so long that, they eventually he feel in love with you
Again, he wouldn’t tell you that he loved you either
Purely out of worry and he probably feared that you’d reject him
(Obviously, you liked, even loved him, back)
This would all spiral out over about a year and a half
Your relationship was a complicated and confusing one
He was very protective and empathetic towards you
He could easily read you and vice versa
And treated you like a princess
He’d always stare at you, because he loves how beautiful you looked all the time
But would never do any kind of skin ship with you
No hugs, no cheek kisses, no nothing
Not because he didn’t want to
Boy, he really wanted to do a lot of skin ship with you secretly
But because he was scared of his feelings
And he was scared of hurting you
This would mean that his feelings for you would continue to grow and deepen
And you for him too
Until eventually, Taeyong couldn’t keep it in
You told the boys, one day, that you had an important thing to tell them
Ty instantly knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t good
You sat them all down
And then proceeded to tell them that you were thinking about moving out of Korea and to America
Because you thought your life wasn’t giving you enough in Seoul
You wanted new challenges and to meet new people
Since you were so close to the boys, of course they were upset
And a little annoyed that you thought your life was basically “boring” here
There were a lot of “oh’s” and “please don’t go’s"
But within the hour, they had accepted your wishes
They were secretly upset but they all loved you enough to let you go if that was what you wanted
Ty, on the other hand, was mad
He couldn’t fathom how you could possibly think that you didn’t have a good life in Seoul as it was
Or how you could think that you wanted new people in your life
By the afternoon, he couldn’t bear being around you
He immediately grabbed his coat and phone, storming out of the dorms and slamming the door
The others didn’t seem too bothered by his exit
"He’s like this all the time” - Hansol
“But, not as bad as this” - Taeil
“Y/N, shouldn’t you go after him?” - Ten
“Be careful though, he’s sensitive” - Yuta
You ran out after him, your eyes frantically looking left and right for him
The slouched, stiff figure of Taeyong was angrily marching away from the SM building
You couldn’t see it but tears were running down his face
Running after him, you called out his name repeatedly
He stopped suddenly in his tracks
And without turning around to look at you shouted back:
“Leave me alone Y/N. I mean, you’re going to anyway. Why not start now?"
His bitter tone surprised you
What was wrong with him? Have I done something?, you thought
"Ty, I-I…what, what do you mean by that?"
He rolled his eyes at your question
Turning round to stare at you, you gasped slightly when you saw his red and wet face
"You know what I mean. How could you think that your life here is too boring and dull for you?"
"I just want new challenges. I don’t see the problem with that. Just like you being an idol - it was a change you wanted for the best"
"That was a different type of change, Y/N! You want to move to the other side of the world! Have you ever thought about who you’d be leaving behind?"
"Of course I have! And I appreciate everyone. But-"
"But, we’re not exciting enough for you? Not giving you that thrill that your so dearly want?"
By this point Taeyong was screaming at you, crying maniacally at the same time
"I have no idea what is wrong with you Taeyong! But you seriously need to drop it and get over it"
He suddenly stops crying, looking at you with eyes wide open
"You, you want me…! You want me to get over it?!"
"Yes! Why is it that so hard? You will eventually"
"I can’t get over it! Are you joking right now?"
"Why not? Give me a reason to stay Taeyong, because right now, you’re making me want to take the next flight to Amercia tomorrow, right now!"
"I won’t be able to get over you! I can’t get over you! I need you here, here with me. And the boys. And, and I need you Y/N…"
Taeyong whimpered slightly, as if a plaster had been ripped from a fresh wound
”…what?“ You stared at him in shock
Now, you were confused
"Look, Taeyong. You’re confusing me. I’m going back to the dorms. Cool down and come back, okay. I don’t want to leave like this?"
You turned away from the boy, starting to trudge back to the dorms
I can’t let you go because
I love you!"
Taeyong yelled his confession to you, cursing at himself for letting his feelings develop this much and allowing himself to attach himself to you
Like Taeyong previously did, you suddenly stopped in your tracks
"You, you love m-me?” You returned.
“God, Y/N. Why are you making my life so hard for me? First you make me fall in love with you and now you’re running away from me with my heart”, Taeyong’s voice cracked slightly
His whole “bad boy” façade being shattered
You glanced over your shoulder at him, debating on what to say
“Taeyong, you make me crazy. You’re confusing and cold and yet you love me?"
He looked to the ground in shame.
"Yet, I think you’ll find that under this confusion and empathy for you,
and even though I don’t want to admit it
I think you’ll find that
I love you too"
For a few minutes, neither of you spoke
The sky had gotten dark by now
And the lights of all the restaurants and bars near by lit up the street
Taeyong took a step towards you uncertainly, searching your face for any sign of lies or discomfort
He soon took another and another
Until he was standing right in front of you, looking slightly down at your smaller frame
"Do you mean it? Do you mean it when you said you loved me too?” He whispered
You couldn’t trust your voice enough to answer, simply nodding at his question
Whilst you stared at his chest, embarrassed to look up at him since things escalate quickly,
He smiled shyly, his heart warm at your confession and eyes filled with adoration for you
He cupped your face with his hands, tilting it up so you were now looking right back at him
Uncertainly but slightly confidently, he leaned forward
His lips brushing yours in a ghostly yet sweet kiss
When you didn’t stop him, he went back in pressing his lips harder into yours
They were slightly salty from his tears but were soft at the same time
He waited months to kiss you and hold you like this
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N L/N (Reader)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: After finding Dean in a awkward situation, the Reader finds out that taking care of him isn’t quite so bad.
Word Count: 2kish
Warnings: Light Cursing, Fluff
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @babypieandwhiskey‘s “Cam’s Darndest Things Writing Challenge”! I had the prompt: “Let go of my boob!” I hope you guys like it! *hides face* Feedback is definitely welcomed!!
The first thing that came to mind was: “Holy fricken hell!” There was no way that this actually happened. I mean, I’d heard countless stories of it occurring but to actually witness it with my own two eyes?
“This is insane,” I muttered as I stared at Dean’s bed, my eyes wide with shock. I looked up at Sam, his expression matching mine. “This is insane, right?”
Sam nodded, his brows knitting together as he fought hard to concentrate and analyze the situation at hand.
A small noise came from Dean’s bed and we both whipped our heads to it, our eyes wary. This was absolutely ludicrous.
you are my cheerleader, my soulmate from another life, the sister i never had. you were everything God knew i would need and sent it all down in one beautiful human being. you are the serena to my blair, the sun to my ocean, the tea to my coffee. you keep me sane when everything around me is telling me to explode, and get me to laugh when all i wanted was to disappear.
my old best friend was a snake. she whispered lies so many times that they began to seep out from between her perfect teeth whenever she would smile. she let me cry and scream and pretended not to understand why because she didn’t want to spend the effort to be there when i needed her. we liked the same things and felt things the same way, but we thought differently and acted differently and laughed about different things, and the reason i didn’t realize it until two years later was because i thought i needed someone like her. but then you came along and it suddenly became very clear that she was toxic gas and you were fresh air, and suddenly we were filling each other with our secrets we once thought were too awkward to say out loud. and i remember one day we were laughing about something stupid and i thought, “this is what it feels like to have a best friend.” and God, i love you even more for it because if you hadn’t come into my life i would’ve suffocated on toxic gas.
thank you for being you, because that is the best gift you will ever give me.
So the other day, my mom asked me a question, because that’s what people usually ask right? Questions at two in the morning between cold sheets getting warm and clasped hands loosening as you fall asleep -
Are you in love?
And I thought, hm, what a strange question for so early in the morning when the sun isn’t even out When the birds haven’t yet begun to scream in contempt for a partner - Maybe it had been a fitting time.
No, mom, no of course not.
I say, my voice dazed
All sleepy and low in the night air cool against the sole of my foot that had found its way out from under the blanket somehow
See, that’s what I say because you’ve told me not to answer a question with a question Time after time Day after day.
But do you remember those hot summer days that we’d sit under that giant tree in our yard And you’d have your hands threading through my hair Taking utter care as you untangled strand from strand as the sun beat down relentlessly.
And your hands would be gentle on my scalp, soothing the sting immediately when you accidentally tugged too hard as I whispered ow! Too many times even though it didn’t hurt And you’d catch on obviously because you’re my mom, you know me. Then laughing, you’d playfully tug at my hair
Truth is, mom I am in love.
When you asked me that question, I had another question waiting on the tip of my fucking tongue Just like so many things I’ve wanted to say to you when you ask me such things
Remember those days when I’d come home crying to you after a bad day at school and you’d hold me in your arms close to your heart and let me scream my sorrows out
And now I come home with those same tears in my eyes and it’s a simple, ‘what happened this time’ that I get from you, not even a, ‘how are you’ I don’t answer.
All I want is a little touch of reassurance from a time where I wasn’t just my grades and my achievements and what I did in school today.
I want those nights of gentle laughter when neither of us could sleep and we’d stay up well into the morning between cups of cold tea, playing solitaire or whatever the hell the name of the game was - I don’t remember.
Those nights when I’d fall asleep at six am, moments before I was supposed to actually wake up and you’d make me something that would keep me up but something that wasn’t coffee because you’d said that it’d stunt my growth.