a year ago today you pulled me off the top of a parking garage outside MSU. i told you to just go. to just leave me. but you didn’t. you didn’t leave. you sat on the top of that parking garage with me as i broke down. and i told you how i wanted to die. how i couldn’t do it anymore. you didn’t understand that it had nothing to do with you. you did everything you could. but the point is. you stayed. you stayed until you convinced me i had just one more day in me, just as you had the day before. i owe you a lot. you loved me even when i didn’t love myself. you loved me enough for the both of us. you pulled me off the top of that parking garage and for that i will forever be indebted to you. i’m not here to rehash old relationships or past loves. but today on a road trip home the sun was setting and i got off at the nearest exit. i walked around the harbor and i ran up the stairs in the parking garage overlooking the city, i jumped the ledge and sat with my feet dangling. a man ran over to me. he asked me if i was okay. and i turned around and smiled at him and said yes i am. and he sat there with me for a minute just to make sure. i sat with my feet dangling over the edge i took a deep breath. and i realized that i was okay. in that moment i was okay. don’t get me wrong i’m not always okay. but when he ran over to me and asked me if i was okay. i realized something. i really didn’t want to jump. i sat there until the sun went down and i thought about the last year. and i realized that for the last year i’ve been alone and when the sun went down today i took myself off the edge because now i love myself enough for us both.
Because some asked why I needed Truthwitch to break out...
Some people have asked me what I meant by a statement in my postmortem – about WHY I needed Truthwitch to break out (because if it didn’t, my career was over). I’m not sure how in-depth I’ve been in my newsletter, so here’s an answer for you:
Basically, my first series tanked. I mean…tanked. We’re talking, Truthwitch sold more copies in its first two weeks than the entire SS&D series COMBINED.
Bad sales hurt an author – you’re way better off as an untested debut than an author with shitty sales. So I was at a crossroads in my career, where the plan was to change my name. That way, I could be a “debut” again. (Sadly, this happens a LOT in the industry. Which is why please do not pirate our books!)
But then Tor decided to take a chance on me. Because they’re a small (and amazing) house, they have more room to take on projects that they’re passionate about (instead of just commercially successful). HOWEVER, if Truthwitch didn’t sell well…. Then yeah. That was it. “Susan Dennard” would be dead, and I’d have to reinvent/start over my career.
There’s no shame in that. I was totally willing to reinvent! The problem was that I had this great audience for my writing advice – thousands upon thousands of people who were coming back for my blog and newsletter. Yet none of them were buying my books. Which is fine – I don’t give free writing help to sell copies. I do it because I love doing it.
BUT…if I reinvented myself, I would lose what little crossover I had between writing-advice-fans and book-readers – not to mention the handful of amazing fans who did like the SS&D trilogy (I will never ever forget my wonderful Misfits!).
So…I needed + desperately wanted Truthwitch to sell well. I wanted Tor to be happy. I wanted to keep my name. That led to me going “all in” on self-promo.
Full disclosure: I allocated $15,000 of my advance to promote Truthwitch. (Which, in case you’re wondering, was most of the advance.) I ended up going over that amount…by a lot. Costs ranged from travel to important events (this was really where the bulk got eaten up!) to running/maintaining my street team (swag, postage, hiring an assistant to help me keep it going) to learning how to + making my own book trailer.***
And like…I honestly don’t even know what kind of TIME I spent promoting. It was a lot more than I thought it would be. Literally most of 2015.
But…it paid off, right? At least in terms of “success.” I’m a New York Times Bestseller now!!
That said, I haven’t earned back the money I spent yet (“bestseller” doesn’t automatically mean “rich”), and I will never get back the time I spent. Plus, the nightmare that was 2016 as I tried to rush-create Windwitch…
It begs the question: were the costs worth the rewards? I don’t know. I think so since, hopefully, the rewards will continue to pay forward for a long time – and my career is definitely growing!
Best of all, though, I CAN KEEP MY NAME. Susan Dennard. C’est moi pour toujours. ❤️
I want to add two more things – because this post has opened up a lot of conversations I wasn’t expecting to have (but welcome!!).
First: I cannot emphasize enough just how important LUCK is in this equation. On top of the time, money, publisher-partnership, and salty desperation that I poured into Truthwitch, I ALSO GOT LUCKY. I had the Right Book at the Right Moment with the Right Cover in the Right Genre coming out in the Right Month.
A publisher can pour all the money in the world into a book, but nothing will make readers buy it. There is no predicting trends.
So a lot of the success of Truthwitch (which is still pretty small, relatively speaking. I’m not a Big Author by any means!!) boils down to that intangible, finicky sprite known as Lady Luck.
Second: This is just ROUND ONE of “reinvention.” I have no illusions or expectations that my success will remain. The Witchlands series has already exceeded my wildest hopes, but no author stays “on top” forever. It’s a constant up and down, and frankly, we’re all just really lucky to even be able to share our words in the first place.
Sure, I’d love to be successful forever, but it’s not my primary dream – and definitely not my expectation. Realism is key to longevity in this industry, and more than that: gratitude.
So on that note: thanks for reading, thanks for sharing, and thanks for being the reason I keep writing.
***Note: I need to also mention that, once it was clear my own self-promotion was starting to pick up momentum, Tor really stepped in and helped me. This was not a solo journey, and it NEVER is. I had/have an amazing team, and we’ve forged a real partnership while getting the Witchlands into readers’ hands.
Can you do a top 5 Haikyuu characters with the saddest or emotional backstory? The ones that really pulled at your heart strings and made want to cuddle them forever? At least so far in the story. Thanks!
Top 5 tragic (or not so tragic) backstories of haikyuu characters?
1. Oikawa. His backstory taught me a lesson that will stay forever with me. It taught me that’s it’s ok to be afraid, that’s it’s natural to feel despair when you’ve always been on top and suddenly other people start to catch up on you. It taught me that the only way to go on is to keep fighting. It taught me that’s ok to fail, but never to give up. Oikawa is such an inspiring character who went through so much, and hides everything behind his perfect facade. His backstory of struggles and his self awareness journey towards the realization that he’s not a genius, that being surpassed is not a possibility but it’s already his reality made him incredibly human and gave his character a force to be reckoned with. He will never stop trying to make the flower of his talent bloom again, again and again. It made me feel…so much. I love Oikawa, in all his fragile, flawed, indomitable self (ಥ﹏ಥ)
2. Tendou. *slams fist on the wall* WHO DARED TO HURT MY BABY TENDOU??? His flashback broke my heart in so many pieces. Those kids were so mean to him, calling him a monster just because he was different? He was just a little child who wanted to have fun and play volleyball…I’m so proud of how he turned his pain into his ultimate weapon (and kicked so many asses with it)
3. Kageyama. More than his backstory as a kid, what hurt me was his time in junior high. When he arrived to Karasuno, Kageyama was like a hurt wild animal, so aggressive just because he was trying to desperately protect himself. He never had a true supportive team and was convinced that he always had to do everything by himself. He was ostracized, made fun of and abandoned, by his teammates and by the only guidance he ever looked up to. And now here we have him, our beautiful blueberry who learned to trust and to rely on others and who’s constantly improving to be the best setter possible, to his favorite spiker and to the rest of the team. He’s finally home, and that’s beautiful
4. Tsukishima. Eh, another pretty painful one that explained us why the Tsukki that we know is like he is. The contrast between his little self and his older self is heartbreaking. He was a still cocky but very happy little kid…who was lied to all that time. The sport that his beloved brother introduced him to now is just a constant reminder of the pain and anger he suffered. But still, he kept playing, even if…“It’s just a club”. These were all the elements we needed to appreciate the moment he was hooked on volleyball to the fullest :’) I’m so proud of Tsukki, his character development is one of my favorites.
5. Ushijima. “The fact that he’s different from other people, will probably end up being his strength”. This was just a calming and comforting backstory, I loved Ushijima’s dad so much, he was really sweet. First of all, refusing to correct his left handiness was an incredible gesture of love (as a left-handed person, I relate so much), he never pressured him to become a volleyball player, and yet Ushijima did, he joined a strong team, he faced so many opponents that made him stronger, became the ace his father admired so much, he liked volleyball, and he made his dad happy. This is such an perfect (and unexpected) backstory for him.
That being said, I’m dying everyday waiting for Bokuto’s backstory. I’m ready for the pain Furudate, slay me.
Summary: Reader hasn’t been kissed in awhile. Dean reminds her what it feels like.
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 845
Warnings: smut, fluff, smuffy, smuffy, smuff
A/N: I just needed a little quality Dean time. And this may also be for @charliebradbury1104 who is currently a little mad at me. Forgive me Liz?
It’s unbeta’d so sorry for any mistakes. Gif is from Google Search, credit goes to the owner.
Little hairs prick the skin of your fingers as they curl
around the back of his neck. It’s damp
with sweat and thicker than you imagined it would be.
He’s pulling his upper body against your grip, up on his elbows, while his hips meet yours and he rocks into
you again. The pace unbearably slow.
Dark lashes rest on his cheeks and his mouth is making
perfect little oh, ah shapes. When you lift and tilt your hips to match him, his lashes flip up to meet his eyebrows and peridot
orbs look down at you with a glint.
“In a rush, sweetheart?” he asks, plunging especially deep
Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down to
keep from moaning. He growls, dipping
his head and capturing it with his mouth. He sucks your lip in
between his teeth, “Don’t tease me with that lip, princess,” he says, teeth
still tugging before releasing you and pecking little kisses. “Now that I’ve got you here I’m gonna take my
time,” he smirks.
He rolls his hips and your whole body shudders as you arch
into him. Your mind races as you think
about how you got here.
“Babe, hurry up. Jessica’s party is in 2 hours and I promised I would help her set up.” Jeff said entering you room which was now covered in clothes. “Wow it looks like your closet threw up in here.”
“It’s the first party of my junior year and your senior one.” You said scavenging your clothes. You sat on the floor and threw the shirt in your hand. “I just want to look cute.”
“Y/N,” Your boyfriend said as he knelt next to you. “You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear, okay? But if you want my opinion, wear the that dress I bought you last month. I always thought you looked hot in it.”
You smiled up at your boyfriend who was now standing and holding out his hand. Taking his hand, you stood up and kissed him. “Thank you, J”
You went your bed and picked out the black dress. “Now get out so I can put on my face and get ready.”
“I can’t stay for the show?” He asked with a smirk.
“Out!” You said laughing pushing Jeff out your room.
You got to Jessica’s place early to help with the set up but not really so when Jeff went to go help the guys with the kegs you chatted with your friends Jess and Clay.
Clay was the one that had set you and Jeff up after hearing about your crush on the senior from Hannah.
By 10, the party was in full swing. Most kids were inside the house sitting in couches some were talking, others not so much. You were amongst the ones sitting in the living room talking to Tony.
You were in full conversation with your friend when you saw Jeff make his way out the room. You apologized to Tony and cut the conversation short. “And where are you going mister?” You said getting ahold of your boyfriend.
“Hey, I’m on provisions so I’m just gonna grab a couple more beers from the store.” He said.
“Okay, I’m coming too,” You happily said taking his large hand in your petite one.
“Nah babe, you don’t have to. Have fun with your friends, it is a party after all.”
You gave him the look and he knew there was no point in arguing. “Fine. Only cause you’re cute.” He kissed the top of your head.
You two successfully got the beers and you were on your way back.
You put on the radio and John Legend was on. “Oh my gosh, our song!” You squealed. This was the song that played in the background when you two first had sex.
“Cause all of meeee, loves all of youuu.” You and Jeff sang, pointing at each other. You held his hand as the chorus continued, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Little did you know both your lives would change, in a major way.
You two were so mesmerized by one another you didn’t notice another car come out of nowhere. “Jeff, watch out!” You screamed as the car came rushing towards you. And that was the last thing you saw before darkness eclipsed you.
“Y/N, wake up. Wake up, baby girl.” Jeff said standing over you. “I need you to wake up for me.”
And you did.
You slowly lifted you heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled you nose. Your mouth was dry and you were laying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, made you want to close your eyes again. You felt like you had slept for years, but you was still tired.
You heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in your neck were stiff and sore. You saw your mother sitting in a chair by the window.
“Mom,” You said weakly.
“Hey,” She whispered, sitting at the edge of your hospital bed.
“Why am I…?” You said as you tried to sit up.
“You were in a coma, sweetie.” She said and your eyes widen. “Just for two days.”
You noticed your moms facial features. her eyes were sporing major bags and they were puffy and red. Has she been crying?
“Mom, where’s Jeff?” You asked looking around.
“Y/N, Jeff..uh..He didn’t make it.” She said as tears started brimming her eyes. “I know how much you loved him.”
“No, no no there’s no way,” You stuttered. This can’t be true. Jeff Atkins cannot die.
“Honey, I am so sorry but he … he died on scene.”
You were numb. Why him? You wanted to scream. Why him? “ B-But I-I didn’t- I didn’t get to say goodbye,” You sobbed. You couldn’t believe that the love of your life was…gone.
“Sshh, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” Your mom said trying her hardest to soothe you. She laid next to you and wrapped her arms around you fragile body.
“I loved him, Mom. I loved him so much and now-” You cried into your moms chest.
“I know sweetie, I know.” She stroked your hair. “He loved you very much.”
“It was should have been me.” You clung to your mom as the nights events played over and over in your head.
Losing someone you deeply care about hurt. He was your first love and you will always love him. Always.
BTS’s reaction to you playing their song on the piano:
A/N: Here you are, sweetie ❤️ I really hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it’s as filled full of feels as you wanted~
Jin: Jin pricks his ears, and listens to the melodious chords fluttering to his ears. You haven’t played the piano in a while. It’s good to finally hear the dusty old instrument in use. He heads towards the sound, before a bout of realisation has him stopping at the door,
where just inside he can see your curved figure leaning over the keys, sweeping the music along with your fingers. He knows this tune. It’s his tune - ‘Awake’.
And without any warning - no cracking or breaking, just out of the blue, like thunder in June - tears well up in his eyes, and shimmer to the brink of spilling
over. Of all the songs you could have picked, you picked the one he needs to hear. He can still
remember the emotions that tumbled through him when he first sang this song: the desperation he felt to keep up with his six brothers, the terror he recoiled from, a fear of falling behind. Yet, here he is, years later, still trembling and afraid, but trying
hard to mask it – reduced to tears behind the living room door. Except… no. Things have changed. Back then, he didn’t have you – you, who keep his chin up, and his eyes fixed firmly on the clouds. You, who believe without
an inkling of a doubt that he can go further, stretch farther, and climb
higher than he ever realised. You, who everyday whisper to him, ‘Kim
Seokjin, how luck am I to have you?’ Really, he should be the one asking you. After all, if it weren’t for you, he’d still be on the ground,
tear-dampened gaze filtering to fickle mist-clouds he could never reach. Now,
here he is, flying – soaring – because of you. Up past blue and into the star
sprinkled black of space.
The tears are falling now, but they feel good – warm and
wet like a spring shower. It’s been a while since he cried - properly, like this. He opens the door, and you turn in your seat to
face him, and when he holds out his arms, you run to him, and burrow into his heat. While you rest your head in the
crook between his shoulder and his neck, he sings the rest of the tune in
low tones. “Maybe I can’t touch the sky, but I’ll stretch my arm.”
Yoongi: It has been a tough day for Min Yoongi. He’s been sat in the
studio all afternoon, all evening, and well into the night, fiddling on his laptop, trying to
get the latest track just right. When he closes his eyes,
he can still see the square of light from his screen, burned in blue onto his
retina. He arrives back at his house, completely drained of energy, only to be
greeted by a gentle wave of music when he opens the door. And despite all the muscles in his face being past their stretching
point, they still manage to push up into a smile when he hears you tinkling away
on the piano, playing a song he produced (of course, nothing else would do for
you), playing something he hasn’t heard in a while - ‘Tomorrow’.
You stop playing when you hear him enter the room,
peeking over your shoulder at his tired face.
“Please continue,” he rasps.
Your brows tip up in concern, sensing how tired he is, but
you return to your music without pressing him with a ‘how was your day?’. In a few steps he’s sitting down on your right-hand
side, and his fingers fitting into the groves of the worn ivory keys, he
unfolds a gentle harmony in the treble cleft.
You continue on, the both of you enraptured in the music,
until Yoongi’s playing fades away, and as you turn to him, wondering why he’s
stopped, his head lolls onto your shoulder. Smiling, you brush a few stray wisps
of hair away from his face. “Tired?”
He nods into your shoulder, eyes closing as you pick up the
tune again, slower and more lullaby-like.
“Rest all you want,” you tell him, “I’m not letting you go
back to work, until I know you’ve fully recovered.” Then, as he slowly slips into sleep, you whisper the lyrics from ‘Tomorrow’ he needs to hear most: “Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break. Don’t give up… Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”
Hoseok: Outside, the wind whisks up a torrent of leaves, clattering in shades
of frozen amber against your window, but inside, cut off from the cold autumn
storm, it glows with warmth, drenched in the heat of love and affection – mainly Hoseok’s love
and affection, directed at you. As you sit at the piano, running through a soft
re-imagining of ‘Autumn Leaves’, he watches in appreciation, head resting in his
hands, breath snatched away at the way your fingers ghost across the keys, eyes half-closed, drowned in the melody.
As the final chords hang in the air, Hoseok rouses himself from the trance you have placed him in and begins clapping in
appreciation – the sole audience member in this private concert. “Wow! Y/N, just… wow! That was… wow….” He tries to search
for a word to aptly describe the feelings you have stirred in him, but nothing
surfaces, so instead, he crosses the distance between you, and expresses himself with a gentle hand on your cheek and a breathy kiss that presses warmth into your lips.
When he pulls away, your fingers reach out, wanting him
back – and, smiling, he obliges, balancing on the edge of the piano stool so he
can be that extra bit closer to you.
With the first pitter-patters of rain starting up outside, Hoseok starts up another kind of storm with you –
flurries of kisses dropping down onto your skin. As the leaves fall, you fall in love.
Namjoon: Sometimes, Namjoon really doesn’t like himself. When it’s
late in the evening, and the light’s fading, he really doesn’t like himself. When he’s wasted away the day, erasing work, rather than progressing, he really doesn’t like himself. When he can’t
force a smile without cracking, he really doesn’t
But, at least he’s coming home to you. And he knows that, despite all
the negativity that’s oozing through him like sewage water, you love him. Even in moments of doubt, like right now, when he arrives home,
faded, and ghostly, and wondering if he’s likeable, he hears you wandering
through chords on the piano, and he knows that you know. Because he recognises the song – ‘Reflection’. It’s your reminder that it’s okay – all of
He leans back against the door as the familiar notes hit him
– spine pressing to the wood and head tilting back till he’s gazing up at the
grey ceiling. There may be no words, but each jump of your fingers across
the black and ivory keys speaks to him. He hears. He understands.
After a few moments, after a few deep breaths,
he feels himself – his real self – float back into his body, and he’s ready to
greet you. He steps forward, into the light of the music room, where you shift
to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. The music keeps on spinning
out. He smiles at you, and you smile back, and that’s all it takes for Namjoon
to like himself like you love him.
Jimin: “Forever we are young, amidst the scattering rain of flower
petals I run, wandering through this maze.” Jimin can’t help but sing the last
few lines of the familiar song while you rest upon the final chords on the piano.
Turning to him, eyes shining bright, you say, “Your singing still sounds
as beautiful as it did when you first sang this song.”
Jimin heaves out a
sigh. “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” His mind flickers back to those
days, an eternity ago (try a few years, but they feel infinite), when you didn’t exist in his life. So many things have
changed since then. He’s changed since then.
Sensing a shift in his mood, you reach out your hands to him, hoping for a hold on his uncertain frame, quivering on the edge of being lost to remembering. In answer to your silent plea, he
steps closer and winds his arms around your shoulders. You ground him back in reality with your head resting on his chest.
“It wasn’t so long ago…” you murmur.
“Sure feels like it though.” Stifling thoughts begin
clinging onto Jimin, realisations of how far on his life has progressed, how
much closer he is to stepping off the cusp of youth… realisations that the
lyrics of the song you played can’t be true. He won’t be young forever, and neither will
you. It terrifies him.
You stretch your neck to gaze up at him. “We’re still young,” you assure him, “And even when we grow
old, and get grey-haired and wrinkly, we’ll stay young – on the inside at
least. All I need is you by my side, and I feel like I could stay vibrant and
strong for the rest of my life.”
How is it that you always know what to say? Jimin swallows down his foul-tasting fears and kisses the
top of your head. “Young forever, you and me.”
Taehyung: As you drift through the dream-enhancing chords, sat over the
piano, Taehyung stands on the other side of the door, enraptured and enwrapped by
your playing. When the final notes peel away into a calm quiet, he opens the door to be greeted by your smile.
“Just One Day?” Taehyung asks, although he doesn’t need an
answer from you – he recognises the melody like he recognises the freckles
on your face.
“Did you like my arrangement of it?”
“Like it?” Taehyung flops down onto the nearby sofa, and
motions for you to join him, “Like it? I adored it.”
“I adore you,” you counter, abandoning the piano stool
to find a comfier spot with Taehyung, perched above him, legs straddling his
waist. Your hair falls down around your shoulders and, as you lean towards
Taehyung, it cuts off the rest of the world, encasing the two of you in your own existence.
Taehyung’s hands reach up to cup your face, and when you close your eyes to his touch, he stretches up to kiss your eyelids. In parting
his lips from your skin, he murmurs, “I never really understood the lyrics of
that song until I met you.”
“What? ‘Just One Day’?”
He nods, bumping his nose against yours in the process. “I
never understood the desperate need to be with someone, even if it was only for one day. But then I saw you, and suddenly it made sense. I got the feeling that
even if I could only be with you for one day, one hour, even one second, that would be enough for me. It’s like my purpose is to be with you.”
You felt the sting of tears as they jumped up behind
your lids, but you refused to let them fall. “I suppose it’s a good thing we
have more than one day then.”
Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep,Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.
The last time he saw you, you had been in floods of tears,
both of you shouting things you didn’t mean. Now he’s outside, wanting to
apologise, to go back to how it used to be. But he’s scared. He’s terrified.
And he can’t bring himself to make a move.
That is until he hears the strains of a piano playing,
wafting through an open window. Those chords are familiar – ‘Love is not over’.
On recognising the song, he slowly breaks down – like a lump of sugar dissolving
in coffee, one second he’s solid and the next he’s disappearing, forgetting
himself and slipping over into tears. He can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, and judging
by your playing, neither can you. Not caring how much of a mess his face is,
puffy and red, striped with tear-tracks, he knocks. And after a few seconds you
answer. Your face is a mirror of his, just as cracked, just as damp.
“I’m sorry…” is all you can say before he pulls you into a
tight hug that squeezes all the air out of you, and he’s murmuring in your ear,
“Me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Just like that it’s okay again. With the two
of you, things can never truly be finished – you can never truly be done with each other.
Love will never be over, and so long as you’re breathing, you’ll be together.
Could you write an imagine where the reader spends the night over at Peter's and in the morning it's just super fluffy and stuff??
You breathed out sleepily as the light shining through Peter’s pale blue curtains woke you up gently. As you opened your eyes, a smile spread across your face.
Peter had his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, and his head nestled in the area between your shoulder and neck. Whenever he moved his head in his sleep, he unconsciously nuzzled his nose against your neck. His legs were tangled with yours, and he was snoring softly.
With the hand that wasn’t pinned under your sleeping boyfriend, you reached for your phone and opened the camera. Changing it to the front camera, you took a quick picture of Peter cuddling you. Your smile widened at how adorable he looked.
Returning your phone to his bedside table, you rolled over to face him so that he still had his arms around you, but you could now cuddle him back and rest your forehead against his. Just as you were starting to fall asleep again, he began to wake up.
“Morning,” he mumbled sleepily, his arms tightening around you. You scooted down slightly so that your head was resting against his chest.
“Morning handsome,” you replied with a grin, knowing that the pet name would make him blush adorably. Looking up, you saw you were right.
“You look beautiful,” Peter told you, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head and rolling onto his back. You cuddled closer to him, propping your chin on his chest so you could look at him.
“Can we just stay like this forever?” he asked quietly, stroking your cheek gently. You smiled, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes.
“We should,” you replied, placing your hand over his. “Getting out of bed’s overrated anyway.”
He chuckled, still staring at you with his beautiful brown eyes. You reached out and ran a hand through his brown curls, still tousled and flattened on one side from sleeping.
“I love you,” you mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear. He did hear though, and a grin bigger than any you’d ever seen spread across his sleepy face.
“I love you too,” Peter replied, wrapping his arms around you again and pulling you closer to him. “Always.”
(Authors note: Fluff and smut. Little warning that this is a billion words long so get yourself a cup of tea. The story was originally going to have sex in it but as you read it, you’ll understand why I thought Jooheon wouldn’t do it irl. This does however contain Body Worship, Dry humping and Face sitting. Stop me writing about this boy smh)
Your house only really felt like a home when you were hosting a slumber party with the crazy boys of monsta X. It wasn’t the first time you’d all been sprawled out on your living room sofa and carpet, snacking on crisps, marshmallows and ice cream while you asked each other insane questions like:
“Do you think cows know we drink their milk? What would happen if a cow drank it’s own milk? Do you think insects have feelings?”
Though, that night was different. As you swallowed a sweet, fluffy marshmallow, you felt eyes on you, his eyes on you. Surely enough, your eyes met Jooheon’s intense gaze and like you’d been holding it in for hours, you let out a deep sigh. Recently, Jooheon had been making you feel funny inside. When you were around him, you could barely breathe, your palms got all sticky with sweat, you suddenly cared about what you looked like around him. Yes, you had a school girl crush on the amazing, talented rapper that was Jooheon.
You mouthed to him, trying your best to fight your blush. Jooheon smiled, his lips curling up and bringing out his adorable dimples that you were craving to kiss so much.
He mouthed back before looking down shyly, his mouth still curved with the thought of you. Unbeknown to you, a couple of the guys had noticed this interaction along with seeing the way you were beginning to act differently around him. Minhyuk tapped Wonho on the shoulder and whispered that Jooheon hadn’t stopped staring at you the whole night. Wonho grinned, seeing the way you and Jooheon kept looking at each other to see if the other person was looking too.
Wonho said to get your attention as he was sat on the couch, cuddled up with Minhyuk almost like they were a couple with his muscular arm behind Minhyuk’s neck. He had a troublesome smirk on his model face and a glint in his dark eyes; you knew he was up to something.
You replied, raising your eyebrow in curiosity. Minhyuk couldn’t seem to keep a straight face either.
“Would you ever get with Jooheonie?”
He asked, looking over at Jooheon like he was doing his fellow member a favour. Your eyes darted to Jooheon who instantly looked uncomfortable, scrunching his knees up to his chest defensively. Looking at Jooheon with panic in your eyes, you were stuck for words. What was you supposed to say? Your relationship with Jooheon at that moment was complicated and difficult to explain. He acted like he was in to you and you could be sure he knew that you liked him but it was a very early stage of this crush. Jooheon could barely look at you as you tried to find the right words to say. Your mouth hung open like a fish, racking your brain for an acceptable answer but Changkyun chose to speak.
“Looks like you hit a nerve there Hoseok.”
You stuttered, your heart pounding and your pulse racing so fast that your stomach began to twist.
“I..uhhhh… we’re friends. I mean, Jooheonie means a lot to me.”
You bit your lip, praying that you didn’t hurt his feelings. When Jooheon excused himself from the room, you knew you made a huge mistake.
(The outfit in this takes place in this part and this is the only pic that I actually found that is more on the high quality end)
Genre: Fluff, Smut, friend!au
Warning: Graphic smut. I mean it’s a smut buddy, what do ya expect?
Authors Note: AHHHH!!!! IM SORRY THIS IS COMING OUT SO LATEE. Tumblr had deleted this entire post so I had to rewrite the whole thing and it was the most frustrating thing I’ve ever done. SMUT. So we’ve finally arrived in nasty town, eh? I am so proud of this chapter because I feel like I really love the balance of cuteness and sexy time, and this is completely my version of romance, I think this kind of stuff is more romantic and cute than like a fancy dinner ya know? Ha ha anyway, thank you for understanding that I’m a full time student and sometimes it’s really hard for me to write. Thank you guys for being so patient ENJOY, CABIN PART 4.
“Yeah yeah Mom don’t worry, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.” ______
Your mom had decided to spend the rest of the day around the cabin so she could drive back to the lodge at around 7:30.
Baekhyun woke up from his “nap” about an hour after your mom got to the cabin. Turns out he had actually fallen asleep and walked out into the living room where you and your mom were sitting with bed hair and the sexiest raspy voice you’ve ever heard in your entire goddamn life.
You all just laid around the whole day, skipping through Netflix and going back to reading Fahrenheit 451 while also trying to stay as far away from Baekhyun as you could so you wouldn’t be tempted while your mom was here.
“Well everything looks good here.” Your mom says while giving you a hug, “I’ll be back on Friday okay?”
You hug her back, “We’ll be okay, go have fun at the retreat.”
She gives you a kiss on your forehead, “Okay sweetie, you be good.” She looks up and waves to Baekhyun who is currently on the couch shoving a handful of goldfish into his mouth, “bye Baekhyun.” He gives her a smile and a wave back before she’s out the door and you can see the headlight of her car driving down the street.
Now it’s just you and Baekhyun alone. Again.
You hear his deep chuckle behind you, “well that was close.”
You turn around and laugh too, “I know, if she had come back two minutes before.” You make your way to the couch and sit, sprawling your legs across Baekhyun’s lap while he takes in another handful of goldfish.
“Did she suspect anything?” His hand lays on your knee, sending a chill throughout your body.
“Not even a little bit, when she got here she thought we still hated each other.” You reach over to take some goldfish for yourself.
As you open your eyes you see Baekhyun looking down at you with a sleepish grin.
You take a sharp inhale in and close your eyes for a loud yawn, “good morning.”
Baekhyun returns your ‘good morning’ and unwraps his limbs from around you to stretch.
You two had spent the rest of the evening watching the Avengers until about 1:30am when you decided it was time to sleep. You nestled yourself into Baekhyun’s chest, and just when you were about to fall asleep you felt his lips graze yours. When you looked at him he just had a smile on his face and reached down to plant a warm kiss onto your lips. “Goodnight.”
“What do you want for breakfast?” you asked through another deep yawn.
He runs a hand through his messy hair, “I don’t know, what sounds good?”
“Mmmm, bacon sounds good.” [pun intended]
“Agreed, aaaaaaaannnd… pancakes?” He gives you puppy dog eyes
You smile, “yes and pancakes, would you like to make them?”
He smiles and jumps up from the bed, racing to the kitchen to bless your taste buds with his pancakes.
After brushing your teeth, you enter the kitchen to hear Junk Of the Heart by the Kooks blasting through the kitchen, Baekhyun at the stove happily dancing and singing along. You really weren’t lying when you were sleep talking yesterday, his voice is so lovely.
“What do you want to do today?” You ask, shoveling the last piece of pancake into your mouth.
Baekhyun smiles, also cleaning his plate. “We can go exploring today? You know, go find a cool tree, maybe some cool rocks.” He giggles before rising from the table to put his dish in the sink.
“You know, I think that’s a wonderful idea. I need a couple new cool rocks.”
He looks at the clock on the stove, “Well it’s 8:30, do you wanna go at 9:00?”
You nod and stand, discarding your plate in the sink so you could go get ready.
You take a nice shower and dry off, Baekhyun stepping into the shower just after you.
You decide to wear a pink summer dress that goes down to your knees with little buttons down the front, taking a white scarf to tie around your head as a headband before pairing it with white vans
You turn around to see Baekhyun wearing a red plaid shirt with suspenders, black skinny jeans and a black top hat that matches his dark locks perfectly.
“Yeah, um,” You go and pick up your yellow Fjallraven Kanken backpack, “What should we bring? Like snacks? Maybe a weapon of some sort?” You walk over to the small window seat where your books are displayed, picking up Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire for yourself.
“My Dad left me a pocket knife,” he walks over to his suitcase and pulls a small black knife out of the front pocket, flipping the knife out to show you, “and there’s a hammer in the tool box that you could put in your bag?” He flips the knife back in and tucks it in his back pocket for safe keeping.
You nod and walk down the hallway, Baekhyun following behind you. You turn into the kitchen, “You go get the hammer and I’ll pack us some snacks.”
You rummage through the cabinets; your mom had gone grocery shopping while she was here, thank god. You put various snacks in little plastic baggies, along with a couple waters and some bottles of lemonade you found in the back of the fridge.
Baekhyun reappears with a small hammer, “OH oh! Pack me some animal crackers will ya?” He hands you the hammer to put into your backpack.
“Already did,” you laugh “You ready?”
You shove one last apple and your speaker in your bag and head out the door. You stop once you’re outside, “Which way? We could go into the forest, or around the lake?” You point in each direction for emphasis.
“We’ve explored around the lake a million times, lets go in there.” Baekhyun starts heading into the sea of trees, you following close behind
You two walk for about twenty minutes, mentally marking trees and other things so you could easily find your way back. The forest floor was littered with orange and yellow autumn leaves, crunching beneath your feet as you and Baekhyun were talking about the beauty of it all.
“Look at that tree.” Baekhyun says, pointing to a lone oak tree just off the trail. “Do you wanna go hang out on it?” He’s already walking towards it.
The tree was beautiful. The leaves were all a mixture of yellows and oranges, it’s branches hanging both low and high. The tree looked older than anyone could count.
You climbed up the tree by its branches, taking a seat about 9ft in the air, Baekhyun sitting on a branch a little higher and to the left. You reach into your bag and take out a bag of animal crackers, reaching up to hand them to Baekhyun. He gives you a small thanks and you pull out your Harry Potter book and start to read silently to yourself, enjoying the sounds of the forest.
“What are you reading?” Baekhyun smiles down at you from his branch.
You look up, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.” You reach into your backpack, which was now hanging from a separate branch, and pull out your speaker.
“Ah, gimme.” Baekhyun reaches down as your hand him the speaker. He takes his phone from his back pocket and connects it. Soon you hear Treehouse by Conan Gray start playing lightly, “read to me young grasshopper, fill my ears with this Harry Potter you speak of.” He tries his best to imitate an old man voice and you giggle. You pick up your book and start reading aloud only stopping to answer Baekhyun’s questions and comments [‘Wait what how old is he?’, ‘Well what the hell does he expect if he’s the chosen one’, ‘I don’t like that guy Cedric, he kind of seems like an ass’, ‘Wait wait wait, she just said he’s 12, I thought he was 14?’, etc.] You had read to him for a while, not even knowing or caring what time it was, both of you just laughing and making fun of things and coming up with various scenarios if you two had gone to Hogwarts. He laughs, “Jongin and Sehun would totally be the twins. Oh! oh and Chanyeol is Ron, I’m Harry and you’re Hermione.” You laugh about how enthusiastic he’s become about Harry Potter. “I think Kyungsoo would be Draco, and Junmyeon would be Dumbledore.” he continues, still laughing at himself. You grab the apple you packed in your bag and take a bite. I Know a Place also by Conan Gray is playing softly in the background of you two talking.
You keep reading for a while, both occasionally taking swigs from your bottles of lemonade and taking a bite from your apple as Baekhyun peels an orange. You stopped reading when Harry Style’s Sweet Creature started playing on the speaker. With legs crossed and backs resting up against the tree, both closed your eyes and hummed to the tune of the song.
“This has become one of my favorite places so fast.” You hear Baekhyun say.
You open your eyes and look up at him, “me too. I could sit here for forever.”
You sit in silence as the rest of the song passes, still staying quiet as What a Wonderful World X Can’t Help Falling in Lovewith You by Renee Dominique passes as well; just taking in the sweet smell and scenery of the forest from both of your branches. Looking up, you can see a pool of tree tops and the clouds slowly pass you by.
“It’s 1:30pm already.” Baekhyun announces.
You look at him, shocked. “What? Already?”
“Should we go back to the cabin? Or do you want to explore some more?” He asks, climbing down the tree branch by branch.
You contemplate, “It’s up to you. I mean we could go back to the cabin to make lunch?”
“That sounds nice.” He brushes off the back of his jeans.
You take your backpack and put it your book and bottle of lemonade in it before putting it on. You climb down the tree, Baekhyun grabbing your waist to lift you down when you come into his reach.
“I love this tree.” You say while brushing off your dress.
“Me too, I hope we can find it again.” He looks at the tree with such adoration.
You take off your backpack and unzip it, “I have an idea.” Taking out the hammer, you wedge the flat end into part of the tree, stripping it of the bark. It takes a minute, but soon there’s a patch of bare wood in front of you. “Give me the knife.” Baekhyun reaches into his back pocket and hands it to you, flipping the blade out so you could carve into the tree.
“[The first initial of your name]’s And B’s Cool Tree.”
You step back, satisfied. Baekhyun takes the knife from your hand. You see him carve something below both of your initials, seeing when he steps back that he had carved the Deathly Hallows. “There, perfect.” He whispers under his breath. You stand admiring it for a while before reaching to untie the scarf from around your head, wrapping it around one of the low hanging branches and tying it into a knot. You smile “There. Now it’s perfect.”
You make your way back to the cabin, shoulder to shoulder with Baekhyun the entire way, laughing and talking about random things.
You walk into the cabin, setting your bag down on one of stools to the kitchen island. “What should we eat for lunch?” You open the fridge contemplating.
“Y/n.” Baekhyun says behind you.
You turn around and gasp at how close he is to you. He steps forward, his chest pressing up against yours. He cups your face and brings his lips down to yours as you place your hands on his chest. His lips tasted like lemonade and you wanted more. He placed his hands at your hips and licked your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. You welcomed him into your mouth, his tongue tasting even more like lemonade. He backed you up till you were against the fridge, your hands threading through his hair. The kiss began to get heated quickly. He tapped your thigh as a sign to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He presses into you, grinding and leaving open mouthed kisses down your jaw.
“Baekhyun” you moan, feeling him getting harder and harder. “Bedroom.”
He starts to carry you down the hallway until you reached your shared room, setting you down on the bed. His lips suck on the sweet spot below your ear, your breath hitching in your throat. You tug town his suspenders and untuck his shirt, undoing the buttons with excited hands. You push his shirt off, your hands immediately roam his toned body, biting your lip. Baekhyun’s hands start unzipping your dress in the back. You stand, the dress pooling at your feet. The dress had built in cups so you had decided earlier to not wear a bra, Baekhyun’s eyes scanning your bare chest. “Shit.” He whispers to himself before pulling you to him, his lips on your collarbone. His lips travel lower, taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and moving his tongue in circles before taking the other into his mouth and doing the same.
“Baek.” You arch into him and he pushes you back until you’re laying on the bed.
You start to scoot upwards Baekhyun climbing up your body, spreading your legs to let him in between as he attacks your lips with his.
You reach down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his legs before he sits up and removes them all the way, throwing them somewhere in the room. You palm his length through his boxers, feeling him groan into mouth. His fingers start playing with the hem of your panties to ask permission, you lift your hips to give him access. He discards them and running his hands up and down the inside of your thighs. A long finger starts to trail up and down your core, feeling how wet you are.
“Are you sure?” He looks into your eyes.
You nod, “Baekhyun please,” You grip him harder. He sighs and closes his eyes at the pleasure. Letting you finally pull his boxers down, revealing his cock that you had gloriously seen a couple days ago.
You run your thumb over the tip, spreading his precum as enters a finger into you, making you gasp followed by a breathy moan.
You wrap your hand around him, pumping him at the same slow pace before he adds another finger, his thumb circling your clit. “God. Baekhyun.” You throw your head back, closing your eyes.
“Fuck baby.” He groans into your neck, beginning to slowly thrust into your hand.
You push his hand away from you so you could grind on his cock, “Baekhyun please.“
That’s when he finally positions himself at your entrance, his tip trailing up and down you, spreading your wetness onto him.
He guides his tip into you, “Fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He hisses, bringing his lips down to yours. You close your eyes at the stretch. “Wait fuck. You aren’t a virgin are you?” He looks at you in panic.
You smile at his wide-eyed expression, “No, this is my third.” you say while you run your hands up and down his arms, feeling how they flex under your touch.
He nods and kisses you again, stopping before entering you inch by inch. Once he’s fully in he pauses kisses your forehead, “Tell me when okay?” You wait a couple seconds before lifting your hips up to signal him to move.
He pulls almost all the way out before sinking back into you slowly. He does this a couple more times, each time becoming more and more pleasurable.
You place one hand on his shoulder, the other in his dark hair. “Faster.” He slowly picks up his speed, thrusting into you until you become a moaning mess.
He lifts your left leg and wraps it around his waist, hitting you deeper than you could ever imagine. “FUCK BAEKHYUN RIGHT THERE” You scream, digging your nails into his shoulders as he brings you to total ecstasy. Sweat and sex filling the room.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Baekhyun moans, his eyes shut tight. He opens his eyes and looks down between your two bodies, shamelessly watching himself leave and enter you in a fast pace, reaching down to rub circles into your clit, drawing gasps from your aching throat.
“I-I fuck, Baek I’m gonna,” You breathed out. He rubbed your clit harder, angling his hips to meet your spot perfectly. You scream his name as your high washes over you, his lips sucking at your neck, all while continuing his ministrations.
As you come down from your orgasm, Baekhyun sits back into a sitting position, lifting you into his lap, “Are you okay baby? Can you keep going?” His voice is deep and raspy, sending tingles straight down to your center.You kiss his neck and nod, guiding him back into you.
You start to bounce on his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist to lift you up and down, your own hooked around his neck. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted, letting out the most gorgeous groans and small moans as you bounce on top of him. You feel your head spinning when he starts to thrust upwards into you at a fast pace.
The only sound in the room is the sound of skin on skin and loud moans; both bodies glowing in a sheet of sweat and pure bliss.
His fingers dig into your sides, “Fuck- baby- I don’t have- a condom on.” Moaning and sighing in between each word.
“It’s okay I’m.. I’m on birthco… birth control.” You choke out, reassuringly looking him in the eyes.
“Baekhyun I’m gonna cum again.” You whine, pulling his hair.
“Cum.” He demands, thrusting into you even harder
You throw your head back and cum for the second time, your body dropping into him, legs shaking. Holding you up by the waist, his eyebrows furrow with concentration, thrusts becoming sloppy and moans more high pitched.
He thrusts a few more times, his face buried into your neck; a mixture of moans and your name leave his lips as he cums.
Baekhyun lays back, pulling you with him. “Shit.” he says, breathless.
“Shit.” You retaliate, equally as breathless. You roll off of him so you’re laying next to him.
“Are you okay?” His arms wrap around you.
You laugh, “I’m more than okay right now.”
“Good,” he laughs back. “Me too. Come on, lets go shower.” He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom.
Once you two are in the shower, you wet your hair and reach for the shampoo bottle. Baekhyun slaps your hand away. “I wanna wash your hair.” HIs smile bright.
They really weren’t lying when they said the after sex glow is a thing, Baekhyun is radiating.
He pours a puddle of shampoo onto your head and uses his long fingers to massage it into your hair. You close your eyes at the feeling.
“So,” He says, fingers still massaging your head. “What house do you think you’d be in if you were at Hogwarts?”
You chuckle at his spontaneous question. “Gryffindor.”
“Hmm why?” He tilts your head back so the water can run through your hair.
“Every quiz I’ve ever taken has always said I would be in Gryffindor, and I feel more connected to that house than the rest.” You grab his shoulders, almost losing your balance. “What about you?”
“Me too. And I’m Harry Potter remember, so I’d be in Gryffindor anyway.” He spreads a glob of conditioner over your head.
You sit on one of the kitchen island stools, wet hair dripping down your back as you wait for Baekhyun to make you both Spaghettios. You watch as he empties both cans into two bowls and puts one in the microwave, doing the same with the other.
“So..” He turns around to face you, “Are you really in love with me?”
Yuuri [holding onto Victor while bakes on top of Hasetsu Castle]:
I love you. There is no one in this world like you. Victor, you are my everything. And this day i swear to be yours forever. In good and bad-
stay where you are. I repeat, Stay where you are.
Victor [in tears of joy]:
I'll bail us out babe, don't you worry.
Note: This is the first time i’ve sorted anyone! I might get a few wrong, and we may think differently. That’s okay! These are just my thoughts, and you are more than free to give yours too.
Tony Stark: This… Could go either way for me. I think Tony has both Ravenclaw and
Slytherin traits. Though overall i think he is Slytherin.
Steve Rogers: Completely a
Gryffindor. He has every single trait the Brave house shares. And frankly i don’t know what other house would suit him more.
Bruce Banner: Ravenclaw! This one was pretty obvious. Bruce is extremely smart and wise, and would for sure do very well in this house.
Natasha Romanoff: Slytherin! She is very Cunning and has a fire inside her, just like most of her housemates.
Clint Barton: Hufflepuff! Loyal, kind, and sticks to his friends sides, he is truly a cute lil’ huffpuff.
Thor: He cares about his friends and would always stick by their side. Not to mention all the gifts he gives to his roommate (Aka his presence). I think Thor is a Hufflepuff!
Rhodey: Without a question, Gryffindor! He risks his life constantly for his job, and puts nerve over all.
Scott Lang:Hufflepuff! Our Scott is very genuine and kind, and really i think he’s a very very good example of a pure Hufflepuff.
Peter Parker: Ravenclaw! Though i do think he would be good in Hufflepuff, his wit, mind, and wisdom are his true traits. (In my sorting hat book)
Gryffindor! He’s brave, chivalrous, and daring, which is why i put him in there!
Sam Wilson: Honestly, this one is a little hard. Though i know him for his kindness and loyalty to Steve, others could say his willingness to save people tops it all, but i think he’d do well in Hufflepuff.
Bucky/ Winter solider: Bucky is Hufflepuff, since he always makes sure Steve is happy, and stays by his side forever. The winter solider is
Wanda: I feel like through she could be a Gryffindor, she would do much better in
Slytherin. Since she’s a very ambitious and now mostly cares about herself and only herself.
Pietro:Gryffindor!It’s a little hard to place him, since he wasn’t in the movie all that much (ow) but i think the way he saved Clint was brave and daring. Which seems to be his main traits.
Vision: He does have a almost limitless amount of information at his hands, and is very accepting, so really, what other house than Ravenclaw!
Warnings: SMUT. As always. Oral sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, swearing, alcohol, a tiny bit of angst with a dash of fluff.
Side note: I’m sorry this took so long, I literally could not get passed the writers block. Hopefully you all enjoy!
You watched as Dean swayed side to side with the beautiful waitress he’d been flirting with all night. She tried ignoring his attempts at first, like the other ones always did, but those green eyes always got the best of them. You knew it wasn’t long before they headed out, back to Dean’s room and did things you’d only ever dreamed of.
Pining over the brooding, stubborn, broken hunter was never fun. Especially on nights like these. But you’d gotten so used to it, it barely hurt anymore.
You threw back your last shot and headed out, not wanting to see the way Dean cupped the waitresses ass as they stumbled out.
Walking out into the cool air, you realized just how much you’d drank. The motel was only across the road but it seemed miles away. You slowly made your way across, looking both ways like a small child without an adult. As you made your way up to the door, you realized Dean would be bringing the waitress back here for the night. You scolded yourself for not getting a separate room.
Miserable and drunk, you finally managed to get the door open, stumbling a bit before stabilizing yourself and turning on the light. You glanced at both beds, groaning at the lack of space between them. This was going to be a long night.
You shut the light and fell onto your bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable but you’d slept on worse.
It couldn’t have been more than an hour later when the sound of keys fumbling and the door opening woke you up. There was only one set of footsteps so you figured Dean had struck out with the waitress. Relief washed over you. Atleast you’d actually get some sleep tonight.
You turned over, expecting to see Dean disheveled and confused from the alcohol, but to your surprise he seemed perfectly sober. Standing straight with a strangely serene look on his face.
“What’s up? Waitress wasn’t buying what you were selling?” You chuckled, hoping to break the odd tension that was suddenly between you two.
“I told her I had to wake up early. Gave her a fake number… I’m sure she’ll get over me in a little while.” He smirked.
“You… let her go?…. Are you ok?” You didn’t hide the concern in your voice. It wasn’t like Dean to turn away a perspective one night stand.
“I’m good, sweet heart. She was nice… I just wasn’t feeling it tonight.”
He was still standing, right at the end of his bed facing you straight on. His eyes were hooded, looking at you with an intensity that burned into your core. You sat up, realizing there was something more he wasn’t telling you.
“Dean, what’s going on?… is there something you wanted to talk about?” Your heart was starting to beat out of your chest. This was serious.
“How come you left?”
Ok… Not what you were expecting.
“Left? Where? The bar? I was just getting tired. Long day of driving can really tucker an old girl out.” Your nerves were starting to show, making stupid jokes to lighten the mood.
“Y/n….”, Dean’s voice dangerously low, eyes never leaving yours. “Why?”
You looked down, the uneven blanket on his bed catching your eye. You fidgeted with your fingers, not sure how to voice your reason.
Dean moved suddenly, taking 3 long steps forward and kneeling down in front of you so that he was eye level. Gently placing his finger under your chin, he lifted your face until there was nowhere to look but those bright green eyes.
Starting slow, in a barely audible whisper, you confessed…
“I can’t watch you with all those women. You’re not mine… but it still hurts.”
“Why does it hurt?” His expression guarded, unchanging.
“We’ve known eachother for what? 4 years now? We spend everyday together. We hunt together. You’re my best friend…. after a while… I started hoping…” your voice faded off, not sure how to finish.
Were you in love with Dean? Absolutely. Did he love you? Probably, but not the way you wanted. How can you confess your love to someone who could never love you back?
Tears clouded your vision, threatening to spill over and make you look even more pathetic. You tried to look anywhere but Dean, but his proximity was making it damn near impossible.
“Y/n… do you think I went home with those girls because I didn’t want you?”
His gentle tone pulled you from your embarrassment. Hesitantly, you brought your gaze back to his, seeing the kind smile and slight amusement in his eyes.
“I went with them because I didn’t think I was good enough for you.” He looked away, clearing his throat. “I still don’t think I am. But seeing you walking out of the bar, seeing the way you looked at me and that waitress… I knew I had to say something.”
You were both silent for what felt like forever, searching each others eyes.
Finally the tension was too much.
“So what are you saying?”
It was amazing what one question could unleash.
Dean’s lips were on yours in a second. The passion was unbelievable, but there was no rush. You melded together in a slow heat, his tongue gently massaging yours. His hands wrapped around your waste as he pushed against you, laying you both down on the bed. You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the feel of his lips, the soft moans that escaped him, and the way his hands ran up and down your side, sending shivers through you.
You tugged on the hem of his shirt, raising it up and over his head. He lifted his arms to help you, and then brought them back to your side to continue they’re smooth back and forth motion. Your hands explored his chest and arms, marveling at the muscles underneath. Working your way down to his belt, you felt him tense under your touch.
Breaking the kiss, you gestured to his jeans as you began removing your shirt. Throwing it to the side, you heard Dean’s zipper come down. You looked over his beautiful 6 foot frame and your heart fluttered. This gorgeous being was almost naked, very obviously hard and waiting for you. You yanked down your jeans and removed your bra so you were both just in your underwear.
“You look amazing…”
Blushing at his words, you reached a hand out to him. He grabbed it instantly and you pulled him back down on top of you. Continuing your lazy kisses, you rolled over so that you were straddling Dean. You sat up and looked down at his boxers. Reaching under the hem, you pulled his cock out, stroking it gently and watched as Dean’s eyes shut, giving himself over to you.
Moving your panties to the side, you placed your wet pussy right over his dick and let him slide through your folds. He grazed your clit every time.
“I wanna taste you.” He practically begged.
Smiling, you scooted yourself up until your pussy was right over his face. He placed both hands on the underside of your thighs, flattened his tongue and licked one long, slow, line from your entrance up to your clit. You bit your lip to cover the moans that were threatening to escape.
“Taste so good, sweet heart..” he brought his tongue through your folds again, going around your clit but never actually touching it. His movements were slow, but deliberate. He circled your clit one way and then another, but never repeating the same pattern. You could feel yourself getting hot, a spring coiling inside that you knew was going to explode if he continued his pace.
Without warning, he flipped you on to your back, legs in the air and pinned you to the bed. There was no more amusement in his face. His eyes were focused, his jaw was tight and every muscle in his body was ready to pounce.
This wasn’t Dean. This was the Hunter.
He placed his mouth around your clit, continuing his circles but this time at a pace that would surely kill you. You couldn’t stop the moans this time.
He had your entire lower body pinned to the bed so you couldn’t move, making the pleasure so much more intense. You grabbed the sheets and practically screamed his name over and over.
Dean started to suck on your clit and that was the end. Your orgasm exploded. Your back arched off the bed and your cries were heard throughout the motel. It came in waves, almost never ending.
When it did finally subside, you laid back in the bed, trying to concentrate on your breathing. Dean stood up, gently massaging your thighs.
“That was beautiful, y/n. I could watch you cum like that forever.”
“It definitely felt like it was going to last forever.” You laughed.
Dean laid over top of you, gently kissing you, and running his cock through your sensitive folds once, twice, and one last time before gently pushing into your entrance. You moaned at the feeling, loving the pain of the stretch and the way it faded into a dull pleasure.
He entered you in one, agonizingly slow thrust. Giving you time to adjust to his size, he stayed still, peppering your neck and shoulders with kiss after kiss.
“Dean…move.” You growled, digging your nails into his shoulder blades.
Dean’s muscles tensed, stopping in the middle of planting a wet kiss just under your jawline. He lifted his head, looking you square in the eye.
“Yes ma'am.” He purred with a sly grin.
Lifting his hips and thrusting back into you, he created a friction so intense you knew it would consume you. His cock hit your sweet spot every time, causing the pressure in your core to build with every thrust. You’re nails dragged down Dean’s back, leaving long red marks and causing Dean to hiss at the pleasurable sting.
His eyes never left your face. He watched the way your eyes closed from the pleasure… the shape of your beautiful mouth as you moaned his name… the sweat that rolled down your cleavage. He wanted this image of you burned into his mind.
“Fuck, Dean. Don’t stop. Faster.. please go faster.”
He quickened his thrusts, setting a pace that could put any pornstar to shame. Your orgasm started slow, until Dean stood up, changing his angle and hitting spots you didn’t know you had.
Your second orgasm was nothing like the first. It hit you like a freight train. Your legs shook so violently you were sure you were having a seizure. The heat in your core expanded, spreading to every part of your body. Dean’s pace never slowed and the pressure never died. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure erupted. You felt yourself release like a waterfall all over Dean’s cock. Squirting wasn’t something you’d done before and your eyes went wide with surprise.
The look on Dean’s face was pure ecstasy. Being covered in your juices pushed him over the edge, his thrusts stuttered and he spilled into you. His release was fast but powerful. Three hard thrusts and he was finished. He collapsed on top of you. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathings.
You stayed locked in each other’s arms until you both fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up feeling sore… everywhere. The dull pain reminded you of last nights activities and you smiled.
You opened your eyes and saw Dean staring at you, a gentle smile on his lips. Happiness radiated from him and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“You feeling ok?”
“I’m a little sore… but I’m not complaining.” You both laughed. “Last night was…” your voice trailed off, no words were good enough to describe the events that took place.
“Yea it was.” He grinned. “Starting to think I should get you jealous more often..”
Smacking his arm, you gave him the best disapproving look you could muster, but you were too happy to be irritated.
You sat in a comfortable silence, staring into Dean’s eyes and thanking whichever gods were listening. No matter what happens, you were his. And, finally, Dean Winchester was yours.
Who the moon signs are to me (from a scorpio moon)
Aries moon: You are the spark, enlightening everything you touch, burning it, adding bright red colors and excitement. You are the newborn, finding the good in everything, thinking of everything as a new special experience. You are an experience, once you let it take you it will bring fulfillment and will bring life to anything.
Taurus moon: You are the path, guiding me in the right direction, steady, never letting me lose my way. You are the shore, absorbing my emotions, letting them clash onto you but never take you, always being there, never wavering. You are the rock, standing stubbornly and solidly, giving me a place to stand on, to depend on.
Gemini moon: You are the wind, flighty, mysterious, leading to me a new path if i follow you. You are the masks, having one for each situation, recognizing when I’m wearing one of my own, softly whispering me to take it off. You are the genius, cunning, naturally intelligent, always looking for information, always observing and processing.
Cancer moon: You are the feelings, each one hitting like a wave, sometimes turning into a tsunami, raw, deep, consuming. You are the sea, calm, nice, comforting, but can turn violent, volatile, swallowing me whole. You are agape, unconditional selfless love, embracing everyone, whether stranger or friend, like a mother, providing endless comfort and support.
Leo moon: You are the hero, always wearing a smile for everyone who doesn’t, standing proud and tall. You are the star, playing in an endless drama piece, never stopping your act, performing, making people laugh, bringing them enjoyment. You are the protector, always looking out for your loved ones, putting their needs above your own, getting heartbroken every time your friends are down.
Virgo moon: You are the system, always working and making everything work, connecting everything, recognizing the flaws and trying to fix them. You are the tortured artist, seemingly never statisfied with your own work, in an endless spiral of self criticism until you finally create your perfect piece. You are Mother Teresa, eternally charitable and blessing those close to you with endless love and loyalty.
Libra moon: You are the mirror, showing everyone what they want to see, reflecting their own image. You are the bond, the one holding everyone together, keeping the peace but also being the leader when you need to, bringing solidarity to every group you are in. You are a diamond, shining brightly and glamorousl and shining that light on those around you.
Scorpio moon: You are glass, sturdy but also easy to break, so you try to hide that weakness, disguising yourself to be another material altogether. You are the universe, deeper than anyone can anyone could guess, filled with the dark but also stars and galaxies, shining brightly, showing whole new worlds. You are a vulcano, your emotions always on hold, never showing, never dripping an ounce of lava until one day you explode and your emotions become hot lava, burning everyone near you.
Sagittarius moon: You are laughter, good times and happiness, reckless fun, loud and bold, laughing at danger itself. You are shooting stars, moving quickly, too quickly for some, never stopping but illuminating everything in your way, so bright some think you can grant wishes. You are late night road trips, spontaneous, a new experience bringing excitement to everyone involved, you are lais back but serious at the same time.
Capricorn moon: You are the boss, recognizing what needs to be done and telling others what to do, the most important part of the team, able to see what needs to be improved and having a keen eye for details. You are a mountain, unmovable and too high for most people, but once someone climbs the mountain you offer a dependable place, forever staying there, and a bright, calming view. You are the determined one, always striving to be on the top, always aiming to be the best, which inspires others and makes them admire you.
Aquarius moon: You are humanity, everyone’s thoughts and feelings fused into one, bearing the burden of all of humanity, which can get so overwhelming you have to detach from your emotions. You are everyone, you connect with everyone, overflowing with empathy, accepting humans of all kinds and backgrounds, making them a part of yourself. You are the observer, attaining all kinds of knowledge, always striving to learn more.
Pisces moon: You are everything and nothing, the beginning and the end, allknowing, spiritual. You are the savior, sacrificing yourself for everyone around you, caring for the weak and the abandoned, seeing yourself in them, seeing yourself in everyone. You are compassion, striving to do good for this world, to make it a better place and to make others better people. You are salvation.
a/n: omg this picture so does not fit with this post whyyyyyyyyy i love finlay tho :)
storyline: the reader has telekinesis and her parents send her to cairnholm, wales with hope that she’ll be safe somewhere. the reader is very confused, in tears when they send her into the time loop and she doesn’t know where to go. emma and bronwyn find her and bring her to mis peregrine. she’s all confused. she notices this enoch guy who’s closed off and sharp towards everyone, but somehow he later softens towards the reader.
characters: peculiar children minus jacob portman
warnings: none! :) [based on the movie’s environment, only the characters’ (except enoch’s, he’s as old as he is in the movie)ages are accurate, aka, as they are in the books]
“we have to go now, honey, you’ll be okay here.” y/n’s mom said, leading her daughter into a cave, tears brimming her eyes. she stopped her daughter and turned to face her.
“but i don’t want to… mom, are you leaving me here?” y/n cried.
“yes, it’s the best for you and for me and your father.” her mom said. “i have to go now, you’ll be fine. you will be with people like you.” the woman sobbed and kissed y/n on the cheek before vanishing back where she came from. y/n took a step back into the cave for a second and felt her hearing lower, but only for a moment.
she came out of the cave to see where her mother had gone, but there was no sign of her in the huge meadow or on the small paths down the small mountain. but the grass looked different to y/n, it looked brighter, fuller of life than before.
y/n took her two bags from the cave and turned around to walk back to the city, but she gasped and stopped in her tracks instead. there were two girls standing before y/n, both smiling. one of them, who looked about the same age as y/n, was blonde, in a blue dress and with gloves on her hands.
the other looked like a few years younger than the blonde and y/n and she had brown hair and an adorable dress on. y/n blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but the girls still stood there.
“wh-who are you?” y/n asked, tears spilling down her face.
“i’m bronwyn,” said the brunette, “and she’s emma. we’re here to bring you to mis peregrine and her home.”
“our home.” emma corrected. “let’s go, y/n.”
“how do you know my name?” y/n was in nothing other than utter shock.
“we’ll explain things later.” emma said as bronwyn took y/n’s hand and dragged her out of the cave. although, to y/n seemed like the girl was doing it without any effort, it seemed easy for her to drag someone after her. how was she that strong?
while emma and bronwyn, along with y/n, made their way through the forest to reach mis peregrine’s place, y/n kept crying and pestering the two girls with questions. she was so confused about all of this, the tears kept coming even if she wanted to stop them.
“girls! finally you’re here.” mis peregrine smiled at the girls in front of her. “y/n, we’ve been waiting for you. come in, come in.” she ushered and y/n followed emma and bronwyn inside the gothic-looking house.
y/n had no time to look around the place as she was too tired and confused. why were the people around her dressed in clothes from the last century? how did the girls appear in the cave so quickly? how did they know her name? how did the lady know her name? why did she say ‘we’ve been waiting for you’? what was happening?
“oh, joy, there’s someone new.” a dark haired boy said. he was standing at the top of the stairs in the house. “after 68 years of waiting, someone appears.” he said. but he doesn’t look a year or two older than me. what’s going on here?
“enoch!” the lady scolded. “don’t be such a pessimist about everything.”
“i’m not.” the boy replied, but then groaned. “every time i say something positive, everyone thinks it’s pessimistic. might as well not be here!” enoch shouted and stomped up the stairs, vanishing out of y/n’s sight.
“don’t mind him.” the lady said. “he’s always like that.” she smiled. “anyway, this all must be very overwhelming for you. shall we drink some tea while i explain everything to you?”
y/n nodded, wiping her tears and followed the lady, referred to as mis peregrine, further into the house.
after drinking tea and mis peregrine talking, y/n finally understood what was happening. because the girl had peculiarities, her parents sent her here, to cairnholm. apparently she was at mis peregrine’s children home, but the children weren’t ordinary, no. they were like y/n - with special powers. they were called 'peculiar’.
for example, mis peregrine herself was peculiar, she was an ymbryne - her peculiarity was that she could manipulate time and turn into a bird, a peregrine falcon. bronwyn, who y/n had met, was stronger than all the children and mis peregrine together. emma had gloves because she could make fire with her hands. and enoch, the moody teen, had the power to make the dead living again.
and, mis peregrine of course, told y/n why it looks like this here. they were stuck in a time loop forever. she also explained to the girl what were loops and why they were for.
it was a lot for y/n to take in, so mis peregrine left her alone in the garden. she gathered the children so they could take their daily walk. of course, mis peregrine wasn’t irresponsible and had someone to stay at the house - enoch.
enoch rarely went with the others on the daily walk, so it was easy for him to stay at the house.
y/n sat down on one of the pond’s rocks and hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head sideways on her knee tops. she sighed.
she was away from her parents and she didn’t know for how long. were they leaving her here forever? will she never see them again? did they not love her? did they want to leave her here? was she that bad of a daughter?
y/n felt a few tears slid down her face and she sighed again. she was about to cry her heart out when she got the feeling of someone watching her. she looked right and noticed a figure standing in the corner of her eye. y/n turned completely around, wiping her tears and saw the enoch boy standing there, his eyes wondering around, meeting anything but y/n’s eyes.
“what-what are you doing here?” she asked in a weak voice.
“mis peregrine left me to look after you.” enoch said. “so here i am.”
“how long have you been there?”
“n-not long.” he was lying and embarrassed.
“i really was!”
“okay, sure.” y/n said. “don’t just stand there, come sit by me.”
“no, i’m fine here.”
“so you’re gonna stand there all while the others are gone?”
“well, maybe we could go inside.”
“i’m fine here.” she said, indirecting that he sat with her.
enoch groaned, but gave in. he hesitantly walked over to y/n and sat down next to her, stretching his legs out before him. y/n sniffled and enoch turned his head.
“were i interrupting something?” he asked, ready to leave.
“not really. i was just letting all my stress and overwhelming out.”
enoch didn’t respond for a few moments, talking with himself mentally. “why? have you got lots?”
“oh yeah.” y/n raised her eyebrows. “this day has been one big…. something.”
“happens to everyone on their first day here, nothing special.”
“just because it doesn’t seem like anything special, doesn’t mean it’s not.” y/n argued. “it’s a lot to take in.”
“what was your first day here like, then?”
“it was too long ago to remember, but it doesn’t stick out much.”
“what does stick out?”
“used to be the germans’ bomb dropping on us, but not anymore.”
“i’ve been here… it feels like longer than anyone has lived.”
“i heard you say '68 years’ back in the house.”
“exactly that long.”
“people live longer than 68 years.”
“well, not in this time loop.”
“oh.” y/n said. “i’m still thinking of a way to prove to myself that i’m not dreaming, tho.”
enoch was silent. “you’re not dreaming, trust me, i would know.”
“i’ve been here for 68 years, do you think you could make this up in your dreams?”
“probably not. i still don’t understand - how can you bear living in the same day for that many years?”
“i can’t. well, not really.”
“have you tried… escaping?”
“i wanted to, some time ago. but millard told me i’d crumple to pieces if i was out of the loop for a few minutes longer than needed.”
“you’ll see him. oh, wait, sorry. he’s invisible, you won’t actually see him.”
“okay.” y/n chuckled. “but why would you crumple to pieces?”
“you ask a lot of questions, greenie. but all the others did, too.” enoch sighed. “the years would catch up to me, to any of us who have lived in a loop for a long time. escaping would’ve been possible a few years after mis peregrine created this loop, but not now.”
“because we’re not from that world, your world. we’re from the past, the previous century. we were born in the 20th century, we don’t belong to the…”
“the 21st century.” y/n finished. “so you’re like… ghosts from the past?”
“could call it that.” enoch stated. “but your current year is real time, ours is like an imaginative one, we’re not really real.”
“okay.” y/n said. “i think this could be enough for today’s overwhelming things.”
enoch didn’t reply, but y/n didn’t mind.
“does everyone cry the first time this happens to them?” y/n asked and enoch furrowed his eyebrows at her. “you know, when their parents leave them here, probably forever?”
“i think so.” enoch said. “so you were crying when i was watching you?”
“you watched me?”
“w-well, not really, i just..” enoch hated being embarrassed. y/n chuckled again. “anyway, were you crying?”
y/n contemplated telling truth because she didn’t want to seem like a weak little girl in front of a boy she’d just met. but then she just mentally threw her hand at it. “i was, yeah.”
“how is it, to cry? does it feel good?”
“sometimes it does.” y/n shrugged. “why are you asking, though? have you never cried?”
“i don’t recall i have.” enoch said dreamily. “but there’s nothing for you to cry about.”
“oh really? how so?”
“you can always go back to your time, return to your life, family, friends.”
“of course, the loop is still open.”
y/n paused. she could go back? for real? find her parents? maybe bring them here?
she could go home again. live her normal life.
but did her parents want her? why did they leave her here, then? did she, herself, want to go back?
she didn’t know.
“you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” enoch asked. “you’re free, you can still do anything you want.”
“there’s always a catch.”
“depends on how the person feels.”
“well, depends on what the person counts as a catch.” enoch said. “some would count leaving this wonderful, peaceful place a catch, some would count leaving loved ones as a catch. and some would… nevermind.”
“nevermind what? is there a specific catch?”
“there is.” enoch said distantly. “but i don’t think mis peregrine would want me to tell you.”
“i don’t see her here. tell me.”
enoch sighed, obviously making a huge decision. “the main catch for any peculiar who wants to return to their real time is their safety.”
“i think i’ve told you enough.” enoch said. “now i want to know something from you.”
“and what would that be?”
“what’s your peculiarity?”
y/n coughed. “hmm.” she said in response.
“hey, that’s not fair. i told you-”
enoch was stopped mid-sentence when he saw his own shoes flying around in front of him. “i-is that your doing?” he asked, mentally fighting annoyance with admiration.
“uh-huh.” y/n replied, never taking her eyes off enoch’s shoes. they floated above the water, dancing as a pair in calm movements before stopping them just inches from enoch’s nose. then y/n diverted her eyes from the two objects, making them fall in the dark haired boy’s lap.
“that’s something. we’ve never had a telekinetic someone here.” enoch said as he was putting his pair of shoes back on.
“glad to be the first one.” y/n had a soft smile of satisfaction on her face. “can i see what you can do?” she asked and enoch’s head snapped up in excitement at hearing those words.
“sure. we’ll just have to go indoors.” he said with a grin on his face. y/n agreed and they soon left the beautiful garden.
a/n: i honestly find it so adorable when enoch gets excited because someone mentioned his peculiarity or it being used/useful, mY BABY BEAN
I wake up to the sun bleeding through the blinds, leaving rainbow reflections on the wall. I turn over to see Shawn’s bare back, his hair messy. He’s leaving to go on tour again today, a day I’ve been dreading for weeks now. We’ve basically spent every day together, trying to make up for lost time in advance. I hate it when he goes away for so long. I’m always so happy to see him pursue his passion and his love for music but it hurts so much to be separated for so long. I trace my finger lightly down Shawn’s spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He groans as he turns over to face me. He rubs his eyes lazily before placing his hand under my chin, his thumb gliding along my bottom lip. “Good morning, beautiful.” He croaks, his voice so deep, as it always is when he first wakes up. “Not a good morning.” I say to him, pouting playfully. “I know… Hey-” he says lifting my chin up so our eyes meet again. I try to smile but Shawn sees right through me, knowing how I really feel. “2 months, then I’ll be home for a little while and I won’t let you leave my side. I promise, baby.” He says, trying to comfort me.
Could you do one where Archie is supper cuddly with his girlfriend like carrying her everywhere and using cute pet names?
Thank you for this request! I’ve changed it up a little but it’s still cute! I’ve been swarmed with requests in the past few days holy moly it’s crazy, but it keeps me busy! Hopefully this ones good too!
‘Archibald!’ I exclaimed, slapping his knee. I was sitting in front of him, my back turned away from him and sitting in between his legs.
I was playing Call of Duty with him and was getting frustrated that he kept shooting at me and we were on the same god damn team. Archie threw his head back, that contagious laugh escaping his lips.
'Archie, it’s not funny! I’m taking this seriously and you’re trying to be a dick!’
'You’re cute when you’re serious.’ He said in my ear, both of us watching the screen as we shot the opposing team.
'Archie, you’re making me angry.’ I grumbled, elbowing him in the stomach. That however didn’t do anything since it was rock hard.
'You’re cute when you’re angry.’ He whispered in my ear, making me smile a little.
I stopped the game, turning my head to look at him, seeing a small confused smile on his face. He looked down at me, taking a quick glance at my lips. 'Why did you do that?’
'Cause I was kicking your ass and didn’t want your to feel bad. But, I’d prefer to also look at you more then kick your ass.’ I smiled cheekily.
He frowned playfully at him, before a small smile replaced it. 'Come here,’ he whispered, pulling me into his chest, my head resting up near his shoulder, my hand resting on his heart.
I listened to Archie’s heartbeat with a mixture of the rain slightly hitting his window of his bedroom. I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed after the first time in a long time.
It always felt that way in Archie’s arms; he managed to make me feel safe from everything else in the world. With everything that had been going on with the murder, our friends and school, these moments to me were the most precious ones. I felt his chin resting on top of my head, letting out a sigh.
'Can we stay like this forever?’ I whispered, my eyes still closed.
'I wish we could. This here is where I wanna stay. I couldn’t think of anywhere else I wanna be.’ He kissed the top of my head, resting his forehead on my head.
I smiled, feeling my mind becoming sleepy, almost wanting to fall asleep. 'You’re really comfy.’ I mumbled. Archie chuckled, causing his chest to vibrate and hold me tighter.
'Did you wanna sleep for a bit?’ He asked. I nodded, not being able to find my voice. I soon felt Archie pick me up off of the floor, carrying me bridal style to his bed.
He laid me down, climbing into the bed and throwing the covers over the two of us. I snuggled into his chest, feeling his fingers running through my hair.
'It’s okay sweetheart, go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.’ He whispered, kissing my forehead.