my mind running wild

Shut up, Winchester!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Dean being a dick, smut.

Word Count: 1733

A/N: So this…I am not really sure what to say about this lol. I had the urge to write last night, @avasmommy224 sent me a few prompts and this happened! I will bold her prompts just for the fun of it. This was my mind running wild, I don’t even know lol. Either way, hope y’all enjoy! As always, i am a new writer, feedback is welcome!

You and the guys had just returned from a twelve hour drive back to the bunker. It seemed like you would never get back home and therefore, things had gotten a little tense between the three of you; especially you and Dean. You loved the man with everything you had but sometimes he drove you batshit crazy! It was one of those situations where you were so much alike, sometimes it was a bad thing…today was one of those days. He had spent the better half of those twelve driving hours playing the same cassettes over and over, every time you or Sam asked him to play something else his response being, “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” Most of the time you loved Dean’s choice in music, AC DC, Bob Seger, Metallica, and Led Zeppelin being some of your favorites, but even your favorites can get old. You slammed the bunker door behind you, Dean and Sam already halfway down the stairs.

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Lies // Sam Wilkinson

Hey guys!! This is my first Sammy imagine in a long time in excited! I hope you guys enjoy💜

I was quietly watching a movie on my won when I decided to just check my phone. I scrolled through Twitter and saw pictures upon pictures of Sammy with Alli Simpson. I raised my eyebrow and decided to text Nate, since Sammy said he’d be with him and a few other guys for a ‘guys night’.
Y/N: Hey Nate, are you with Sam by chance? :)
Nate: Nah, haven’t seen him in a few days actually, why?
Y/N: Just wondering, thought he’d be with you, need to talk to him
Nate: Sounds like Sammy boy has something coming for him
Y/N:Yeah you can say that…
Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable. He lied to me. I locked my phone and curled up as I tried to focus on the movie, but my mind was running wild. After trying to distract myself for a while, the door opened and Sam walked in. He sat next to me and leaned in to kiss me but I immediately turned away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Are you seriously gonna act as if I don’t know?” I asked.
“Know what baby?” he asked.
“That you lied to me to go fuck around with another girl,” I said.
“Y/N I didn’t,” he said.
“Why were you with her? Why did you lie?” I asked as I stood up, tears brimming my eyes.
“Because I knew if I told you you wouldn’t let me,” he groaned.
“Sam you know I don’t like her! Why would you break my trust and do something you know would hurt me?” I asked, raising my voice.
“I just wanted to have fun,” he groaned.
“Have fun with another girl? What’s your definition of fun?” I asked.
“Y/N I promise you nothing happened,” he said.
“Well how am I supposed to know? You lied about being there how do I know you’re not lying about this too?” I asked.
“Because I love you! You know I’d never do that to you why are you so fucking annoying right now?” he yelled.
“I’m annoying?” I asked.
“Yeah kinda,” he replied.
“Alright well I’m gonna be annoying somewhere else, I’m leaving,” I said as I walked it the front door and pulled on my shoes.
“No, Y/N, please, I’m sorry,” he said as he reached out for me.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I scoffed as I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I began walking quickly and I heard the door open and close.
“Y/N!” I heard him scream in the distance. I began running straight ahead, with no destination in mind. After running for a while I broke down, falling to the floor as I sobbed loudly into the silent night. I cried and cried as I heard footsteps approach me. Sam placed his hand on my shoulder and i squirmed.
“Don’t touch me,” I screamed as I sobbed loudly.
“Baby please,” he said.
“Why did you follow me?” I asked.
“To fight for you, I can’t just let you go,” he said.
“As if you care,” I said sarcastically.
“Of course I care,” he said.
“Yeah you don’t make that very clear,” I said.
“I didn’t want to make you upset, I wasn’t cheating or anything like that I just…I don’t know what I was thinking it was stupid and I’m so sorry,” he said.
“I know you don’t like her and if never talking to her will let me keep you, I’ll do it. I’d do anything for you and you know that,” he said. I stared down at the sidewalk I was sitting on, tears still falling from my face at a rapid rate.
“I’m in love with you, Y/N and I don’t know what I would do if you left me. I can’t lose you. You’re my whole world, not Alli, or anyone else,” he said.
“Please say something it’s killing me just seeing you cry. Please come home, just say something,” he pleaded.
“I love you,” I choked out.
“I love you too baby, you know I do,” he said. I stood up and he pulled my into his arms, I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his chest as we stood there for a really long time.
“I am so so sorry,” he mumbled.
“I’m sorry too,” I said.
“Promise it won’t happen again?” I asked.
“I swear, I can’t hurt you like this, not again,” he said.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“So you’ll stay?” he asked.
“Of course you dork,” I grinned as I placed my hands on the side of his face and pulled him towards me, pressing my lips against his.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Can we go home and cuddle? It’s cold out here,” I pouted.
“Of course,” he said as he pulled off his sweater and pulled it over my head.
“No,” I whined.
“Just leave it, you look cute anyways,” he smirked. I smiled at him as I breathed in his scent. We began to walk back and i interlaced my fingers with his.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
“I know, you don’t need to keep apologizing, it’s okay,” I said.
“I don’t think you understand how terrible I feel,” he said.
“Don’t talk about it,” I said. He nodded as we kept walking.
“To the moon and back?” I asked.
“Forever and ever,” he grinned.


So at a football game these three studs were standing ahead of me.  Check out the guy in the middle, nice sweaty ass crack.  I about creamed myself.  My mind was running wild and so just wanted to lick his jeans on the spot.  I would hvae let all three of them facesit me all they wanted.

When I talk about you my sentences start with “We could have…”

And I can’t do that to myself anymore. I can’t let my mind run wild with thoughts of how great we could have been together.

—  I have to rein in my imagination if I am going to survive this heartbreak
Writing too much poetry for the wrong women. God, that’s the most horrible part of me, my ability to empathetically speak on a woman and her experiences so well. Fall in love with her through her experience and be able to love her from a great distance. That’s a gift, a skill. That’s my normal, to have a mind that runs wild… but just because I write about you, doesn’t mean that I am in love with you.
—  Atherealsunflower, 2017

there’s something about drugs that make me want to completely lose myself in you-
When my heart is beating a million miles a minute, and my mind is running wild, it’s not because of the lines that race up my nose, or the clouds that slide out from between my lips and fill up the hazy room, no.
it’s because you’ve completely taken over my mind.

i’m addicted to the little white lines that fill my eyes with tears, and my head with worry-
I like that now, my tears aren’t falling because of late night arguments, paranoia, and words that have gone unspoken, no.
I like that now, when years slide down my cheeks, it’s because of the powder in my nose and ice in my veins.

I’d give it all up for you, every single time, no questions asked-
my heart beats faster when our lips touch, my
mind races when I think of you. Us. Our future. I shiver and shake when your hands slide down my hips and lay in the small of my back. I physically ache for you; I need your arms around me, constantly reassuring me, making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt. I need your lips on mine, silencing my mind, bringing out my genuine smiles and gut-wrenching laughter that make my eyes shine with happiness. I need your love, filling me up, patching together the tears in my heart, and making me feel whole with just 3 little word.

I crave every part you when you’re gone; I may have a love/hate/love with drugs, but I have nothing but love for you.

—  8.31.15
Whenever I’m high, I’m always overwhelmed with how much I love you.

anonymous asked:

Sacrifice is my middle name. I'm here to listen to whatever craziness you're feeling at the moment.

Okay okay. With just two days remaining, instead of feeling relieved I feel like my mind’s going to explode. Tons of theories run wild in my head, worries, fears etc. And I think I know what the source of it is: surprisingly, it’s the damn baby. I’ve grown to fear it like plague. One minute, people reassure me it’ll be gone in TST and I’m like ‘sounds legit, okay’ and the other I’m panicking and creating twisted theories and non-existent proofs for parentlock (even though people told me many times it won’t happen (and those people are fucking treasure, they know) but after Mark’s ‘interview’ today I’m not so sure). And on top of that, I feel like I won’t be able to handle this emotionally and combine it with the upcoming finals and….I just….I’m not exactly mentally stable at the moment, I’m trying, but it’s hard. This show is my life, literally, and I’m so scared that if they fuck it up (especially if the baby stays) my life’ll be destroyed, I don’t know how to cope without fandom and ughhhh! Just enough!

Thanks for listening to my rant, I didn’t want to achieve anything with it, just to get things out of my head.

Hey followers 👋🏾 I’m sorry for not posting. If you didn’t see, I lost two of my cousins on the same day and I couldn’t find the time to write plus my mind was running wild! No worries, I’m working on What We Created (4). Should be up in a couple of days. Thank you for your patience! ❤️

In the unrelenting darkness of an old familiar night, heart break runs rampant. “What did i do?” “Will she take me back?” “What if this is really the end?” Runs through my mind like a wild beast in a dark forest. Darkness brings sadness. But in the dawn of a new day, things don’t seem so bad, until your song comes on the radio while I’m driving to town or the smell of you brushes past my nose in the grocery store… and memories flood back like a heavy rain on a summers eve. The wound is still so fresh. See, light and dark aren’t so different after all. Hurt is still hurt. Pain is still pain. And a bad decision is still a bad decision. Heartbreak is still heartbreak.. no matter how light or dark.

Hunted. Chapter 2

Chapter one 

Chapter two: 

*** Warning some of the things that happen in this chapter happen in the movie so Spoiler alert***

I awaken with a violent jolt, my breathing erratic. My hair sticks to my neck and my mind is running wild. My throat burns and feels as if it’s been mangled beyond repair. It had been years since I thought about that night or the man who would later become Kylo Ren master of the knights of Ren. I swallow hard and feel my throat burn even more causing tears to come to my eyes. I still felt him even after all the years that had past… I felt him in my soul, our bond never broken even though a part of me wanted it to break. Ben Solo had died that night, he died in the mist of the screams of innocents, but even after all he’d done my heart ached for him… missed him and wanted him.

My breathing doesn’t regulate the way it’s supposed to until I feel someone place their hand on my shoulder, their gentle touch grounding me back into reality.

“You dreamt about him again, didn’t you?”

Poe Dameron’s voice sounds far away from me when he says this, as if he’s across the galaxy instead of being right next to me. I look to my right and find his face in the darkness as I let out a feeble nod and sit up in my little homemade bed. We’d flown to Jakku because General Organa knew someone who had a map that could lead her to her brother, we’d been there for four days but the longer we stayed there the more I felt the ghost of Ben Solo within me. He was close… I could feel it.

I shake the thoughts from my mind as Poe wraps me in an embrace, his arms around me in a protective hug. Poe and I had been friends since my sister and I were moved to the resistance base after the night the Jedi’s had been slain. Ever since then he’d been my friend, my family, and the brother I had never had. He holds onto me tightly and whispers sweetly.

“You’re here now, you’re safe and no one will hurt you.”

I nod once again, my head finding his shoulder when I do. I wanted to tell him that I knew it would be okay, but I know that if I did it would’ve just been a lie. I could feel that something was about to happen… I could feel with every fiber of my being. He was coming… I could sense it. 

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