oh my love my darlin'

anonymous asked:

hl with kitties!! (or all the boys) that's always a good idea!

idk what exactly these creatures are. but h&l love them.

Always her.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Amara

Warnings: Angst

Words Count: 962

Author’s Note: Songfic required by this splendor >> @chaos-and-the-calm67
The song is “The Best of My Love” by Eagles.
I hope you like it!

This was the name tortured the Dean’s thoughts. It had been weeks by now, since that woman had put her lips on those of Dean. And he hadn’t pulled away; he wanted Amara not kiss him, but he felt something inside him, over his body, over his mind, keeping him from getting away from her.
But when the woman turned away from Dean, the hunter felt something different, like.. remorse. He shouldn’t have accepted the kiss of Amara, she was the enemy. And then.. Dean tried to remember something.. someone.
She was there, while Dean was in the arms of Amara, watching the scene helplessly. When Dean turned around, he met her eyes, destroyed by grief, full of tears. Y/n said nothing at the time, and she said no more in the days following.
Dean felt at pieces; he and y/n.. there was a special relationship between them. Dean loved her, and she loved Dean. But since the Mark of Cain was gone, and they had liberated Amara, the hunter did nothing but think of the wrong woman. And he was angry with Amara, with Cain for giving him that stupid Mark, with Metatron who had killed him.. but Dean basically, he knew that the fault was only himself to. It was he who had decided to take the Mark, it was he who had gone to meet death fighting with Metratron, and it was he who had turned into a demon, into a monster. And despite everything, y/n was always there at his side. She had never given up, because the love that she felt for him was too strong.
Dean tried to close his eyes, and dream y/n, how happy they were, first of all that mess.
But Dean could only think of the pain he was causing to the girl; He was thinking how should feel y/n, on the other side of the wall, in her bed. He heard her crying every night, and what could be done Dean, if the cause of those tears was himself?

Every night I’m lyin’ in bed
Holdin’ you close in my dreams
Thinkin’ about all the things that we said
And comin’ apart at the seams

Suddenly Dean thought back to when a few days before, he had finally got the courage to talk to y/n, explain her how he felt, to apologize for what he had done, how he felt weak and useless in that moment, because he couldn’t , he couldn’t do anything to comfort her.
Y/n began to cry, and she couldn’t help but scream all that felt toward Dean, the disappointment for what she had seen, the pain of betrayal, the fact that despite everything she couldn’t not love him.

We try to talk it over
But the words come out to rough
I know you were tryin’
to give me the best of your love

Dean expelled the bad memory from his head; he only had the desire to remember y/n when she was happy with him, when nothing and no one would have divided them. Dean remembered the days when he and she were traveling in the Impala, riding around the world, with the windows open, the wind that caressed their faces. Dean looked y/n like a delicate flower, that she needed protection, he wanted to protect her at any cost. Dean remembered those moments with her between the sheets, when they made love passionately, while both declared their love to each other.

I’m goin’ back in time
And it’s a sweet dream
It was a quiet night
And I would be all right
If i could go on sleepin’

But by now those were only distant memories; in his bed, Dean turned between the sheets. He was tired of that situation. He opened his eyes, and in the darkness of his room, he decided to get up. Walking quietly in the corridors of the bunker, he noticed that the door of the y/n’s room was open; Dean came up, and he noticed that the girl was not there.
The hunter continued to wander around the bunker, until he saw the library lit; he entered in the enormous room, and Dean saw her.
Y/n was standing with a book in her hands, as she went back and forth in silence. Suddenly, the girl turned to Dean, noticing his presence.
Dean looked at her, saw her eyes dull, her tired body, but also for him at that time, she was beautiful, and he loved her; even with Amara in thought to torment him, he couldn’t forget the woman he really loved. Y/n.
“Dean, what are you doing here?”
Y/n’s voice relaxed him; it was for days that he didn’t hear her, and those few words, had revitalized him.
“Someone told me to follow my heart.” Dean said, and striding, he walked over to y/n and kissed her. He kissed her urgently, and despair. He moved closer to himself, with the hope that y/n not away from her.
Dean was surprised when he saw that the girl didn’t pushed him away. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck, and pulled him even closer to her, eager to have him in her arms.
And in that moment Dean just wanted to have her for himself, make it clear to her that she was the one for him. He wanted to make it clear to her that despite his mistakes, although there was also Amara in his mind, for Dean y/n would be always come first. Dean would always love her.

You know we always had each other baby
I guess that wasn’t enough
Oh, but here in my heart
I give you the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin’
You get the best of my love..

anonymous asked:

I was listening to esny while scrolling my dash and the elounor coachella pics came up.... it's so strange but the song's feeling matched very well what i felt looking at that... seeing louis like that... i quote your anon "I don't know what esny is about but it sounds very beautiful and very sad" (feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable with this whole Larry Drama Discourse, but those feelings hit me pretty hard and i just wanted to share them to someone)

Thank you.

I don’t think I’m going to be writing in detail about ESNY. I’m sorry. If my interpretation is what I think it is, it’s really very, very sad and private.

To summarize, it’s about the singer facing a situation whose outcome is pre-determined, and being helpless to do anything about it. I don’t think Larry is necessarily the subject. It’s about being young and helpless, being in situations where other people’s words are meaningless/ unreliable, and life seems like a curse. Prayers are… not a solution, just a way to get by. Just like songs are.

It’s about leaving the situation before the end: “Must desert you just before you go.” About a numb kind of waiting for the end: “Almost over.” About the way the situation still hasn’t ended: “And I’ve been praying ever since New York.”

Is New York a random choice? I don’t know. I don’t think so.

I have a feeling every song on the album is similar. Listening to the song for the first time is like reading someone’s diary; it’s too intimate. It reveals how Harry processes his pain into music. Right now I can’t write about it; I’m sorry. I just hope Harry feels the love he deserves.

Compare the chorus “Tell me something that I didn’t know” to the mirror chorus of the Eagles song, “Best of My Love,” to which ESNY is similar:

Oh, sweet darlin’
You get the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin’
You get the best of my love
Every night and day,
You get the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin’ you get the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin’ you get the best of my love

Listen to it here:


Happy Holidays.


Why Do I Love You So?
Johnny Tillotson
Why Do I Love You So?

Johnny Tillotson — Why Do I Love You So? (1959)

Is it because you stroked my hair when you were by my side?
Or is it because of the tears you cried when your little puppy died?
You said you’d never leave me, you said you’d never go —

Oh my darlin’, why do I love you so?
Oh my darlin’, why do I love you so?

Organic O

Trick all but skips back to his flat. Grin wild and wide, eager to try out his brand new purchase. A special strand that just came in from his dealer, with a sensual name and a promise to get him twice as high. The second he’s inside, he’s singing, off-key but with clear affection. “Oh my sweet, lovely darlin’, I can’t wait to get my lungs on yoooou.”