I know I’m not the only one still screaming about this, but I’ve just gotta screaming about this some more.
Dean. Made Cas. A fucking mixtape.
Like, I just wanna make SURE that you younger folks that were raised during the digital age are fully understanding this (and I apologize if that sounds like I’m talking down to you I just need to make SURE you understand).
Dean made Cas a MIXTAPE.
Not a mix CD. Not a custom playlist.
No. He made an actual MIXTAPE.
He took the time to sit there and record each individual song. You hit record, press play on the source, sit there, and listen while it records onto the tape. Then the song ends, and you hit “pause,” and repeat. You have to make sure the tape doesn’t run out in the middle of a song. You have to get the timing right so there’s not too much blank space on one side of the tape.
And it’s like one of the biggest fucking signs of a crush ever, because then you know someone bothered to put craft and time into it just for YOU.
Dean woke up around 5am on Monday morning. It had been three months since you, his 18 year old sister, had decided to take your own life. Him and Sam never got a note, you were just gone and that was all they knew. They were too late to save you and that bothered him. Every morning since that day he woke up at 5am. He realised there was no going back to sleep so he climbed out of bed and headed to the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to be greeted with a small box in front of his feet. Dean looked left and right and noticed Sam wasn’t around to have just placed the box there. He sighed, picked it up, shut his door and walked back to his bed.
As he opened up the box he was confused as he noticed that all was inside were tapes. Why would someone give him a box of tapes? Dean rummaged through the box on his shelf and found his old tape player that John had given him when he was a kid and wanted to listen to AC/DC. He put the first mysterious tape inside the player and pressed play.
“Hello,” the familiar voice that he hadn’t heard for three months spoke which almost hurt his ears to know that he could hear in tape form. He must have been mistaken… It couldn’t be!
“My name is Y/N Winchester,” your tape continued. “I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended… And if you’re listening to this tape,” The tape paused for a moment and Dean waited in suspense. “You’re one of the reasons why.”
It’s the Night Before Con and I’m Starting to Panic A Playlist for Productivity
It’s con season again, and you know what that means… A fourth playlist for that seventh-inning cosplay stretch! A mix of upbeat, eclectic music to keep you awake and working. Get out that glue gun, load up on caffeine, and press play. You got this.
what is UP you guys WOW SO NO SKILLS GOT A MUCH BIGGER RESPONSE THAN MY TINY SELF WAS EVEN READY FOR thank you SO SO much for the support i can’t tell you how unreal it is to receive praise from you guys i love u with all of my heart and soul i’m hoping i don’t disappoint u ANYWHO here is the next part to the muse series (part one and part two)
i live 4 the slow burn and i do not apologize for it but feel free to roast me
summary: wow! u got his name! what a name for such a cutie! let’s hope he calls… word count: 4506 I AM SO SORRY warnings: swearing is a given because i am too expressive, also i gotta warn you there is #texting and nothing is fucking harder to format than TEXTING IN A FIC so good luck pals i love u i’ll see you on the other side
Fic Request. “OKAY BUT READER, ETHANS GF, GETS LINKS TO THE FERGILICIOUS VIDEO AND SO SHE BEGS HIM TO DO IT SO HE DOES AND SHE’S BEHIND THE CAMERA FREAKING OUT AND IT KEEPS MAKING ETHAN LAUGH SO HE HAS TO START OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN AND IT JUST KIND OF ENDS IN A MAKEOUT SESH BECAUSE READER WONT SHUT UP ABOUT HOW CUTE HE IS”
(Y/T/N)- Your Twitter Name
“@(Y/T/N) you need to get Ethan to do this!”
“Please convince him to remake the video!”
“I’m begging you! Get him to remake the vid!”
The Tweets and messages flowed in like a flood. Complete with pleas and beggings from your boyfriend’s audience, plus a link to a very old video. As soon as you clicked play, your eyes lit up and you were running up to the office where Ethan was editing. “Ethan!” You cried as you rushed over to him. “I have an idea for your 1st of April video.” “Oh yeah? Let’s hear it,” He replied, his gaze still on the computer in front of him. You positioned the phone in front of Ethan’s face and pressed play.
“Listen up, y'all, ‘cause this is it-”
“Noooooooo!” Ethan slapped the phone out of your hand. Slamming a finger onto the screen to pause it. “No! That is not happening!” “Please, please, please!” You begged, wrapping your arms around him. “It’ll be so funny to see you do it!” “I’m not singing to that damn song,” Ethan grumbled irritably. You squeezed his shoulders, shaking him gently. “Come on, baaabe. It’ll be fun!” You whined. “Everyone wants to see it.” He crossed his arms and shook his head, “Nope. Never! I refuse!”
“I hate you,” He snapped, only half angry. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” You couldn’t stop the massive smile that crawled across your face as you stood behind the camera. He sat down and had the laptop on with his old video up and sighed. Ethan’s eyes set on you standing behind the camera, “You are so not going to watch me do this.” “Oh I so am,” You replied with a chuckle. “I’m not missing this for the world.” “You can watch it when I’m done!” Ethan half yelled. “Nope, I’m staying here!” You stubbornly sat your ass on the chair behind you. Crossing your arms and smiling when he groaned. “Fine, but if you laugh I’m throwing you out.” He mumbled, fixing his hair before starting the recording. When the music started and Ethan began to sing, it took all of your strength not to burst into a fit of giggles. His mouth moved fluently with the lyrics, his body gently moving to the music. You were able to contain your laughter for a few moments, but as soon as Ethan did the “ I blow kisses” your body shook with stifled laughter. Ethan’s eyes flickered to you for a half of a second and his mouth curled in a smile and his lips fumbled with the words. “Goddamn it, (Y/N)!” Ethan laughed, pausing the video. “That was adorable!” You blurted through your giggles. “Oh my God!” Ethan shook his head, flicking his hair in annoyance.
More than once Ethan blurted out with laughter because of your grinning face. Especially when the chorus came on and then Ethan motioned lifting weights. He sighed, only a little annoyed. Your giggles were making him smile too much to concentrate. “Go get a paper bag or something,” He joked as he restarted everything. “No, you’ll lock me out!” You said. “I promise I’ll hold on. I won’t laugh.” “You said that six takes ago!” Ethan exclaimed. “One more time, and if you laugh, I’ll get Tyler to carry you out.” You nodded, seating yourself down on the chair and holding onto the sides. Ethan managed to get through the whole song without looking at you and you got through most of the recording without so much as giggling. But when the song started on the final minute and Ethan started bobbing his head, you found it very difficult to control yourself. You started grooving behind the camera, silently dancing to the music. Shimming and crumbing as Ethan wiggled his shoulders and weaved his arms about. Just as the song came to a close, Ethan burst out laughing as you stood and started waving your hips in a ridiculous fashion. “I was so close!” He howled. “No, you’re so out of here!” Ethan launched himself at you as you crumpled with laughter. You tried to scramble away but Ethan grabbed hold of your waist and spun you around to face him. You squealed when his fingers dug into your hips, making you cry out and swat at him. He drowned out your giggles with a kiss, ignoring the “is everything ok”’s from outside the door. “Now, get out of here before I do something else to keep you quiet,” Ethan winked, slapping your ass as he nudged you towards the door.
You woke up in the middle of the night and
realized there was an empty space next to you. Moaning lazily, you opened up
your eyes to see just a pillow and a mess of sheets. You grabbed your phone and
saw it was almost 3 A.M. With a groan you got up, grabbed Dean’s shirt and
dragged yourself down the stairs and went to the kitchen, finding him eating
the last piece of the pie you’ve bought.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re eating it
all by yourself!” you complained and watched him jump on his chair, scared by
your sudden appearance. He took the earphones off and looked at you.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but I woke up and needed to
eat something” he said with a grin, looking at you with no remorse on his face.
“Want a bite?” he offered, not really meaning it.
“No, thanks. First of all it’s three in the morning;
I couldn’t eat it even if I wanted to.” You a made a grossed out face, walking
towards him and sitting on his lap. “Second of all, you want it so bad that I
think if I eat it, I’ll get a stomachache” you whispered, kissing his cheeks
Dean chuckled, wrapping his arms around your
waist, eating the last piece. “C’mon, I’d happily give you some pie. Want it?”
he asked with a full mouth, his face getting closer to yours.
“Dean, stop it!” you yelled, trying to get away
from his grip, your hands on his chest. “Seriously, we’re gonna wake Sam up!”
you laughed loudly, closing your eyes.
“Sorry, babe, couldn’t resist.” He said in a
low voice, kissing you lightly. He got his phone to pause the song and you got
curious. Grabbing it from his hand you saw he was listening to Suspicious
Minds, by Elvis.
“Aww, you were listening to our song!” you
exclaimed, pressing play and listening to the first accords of the song,
closing your eyes as you pressed your forehead against Dean’s.
“I was remembering the first time we met.” He babbled,
caressing your hair. “The way you ignored me… Man, your friends told me you
were pure ice, but still. I almost shit my pants talking to you” he revealed,
“Oh, stop it! I wasn’t that bad, was I?” you
asked, starting to analyze your reactions.
“You were, but that’s fine! I wouldn’t want it
any other way. You know I always loved a challenge.” He teased you, a side
smile on his face.
you kept insisting then?” you questioned him, rolling your eyes at his
statement but still shocked by his confessions. You never really realized you
were like that.
Dean got up, placing your hands around his neck
and pulling you closer to him, moving slowly, according to the rhythm song. “Well,
don’t tell Sam I said that, but…” he looked down, blushing a little. That was
new; in three years, you never saw him blush. “You know, I kinda believe in
this whole love at first sight thing” he said in just one breath, looking up
carefully to see your reaction. You gave him a soft smile.
“Oh, baby… I don’t really believe in these
things, but I’m not gonna lie… I felt a connection with you the day we met” you
“Really? Then why you were so harsh on me?” he
croaked, looking deeply and lovingly into your eyes.
“Because I felt a connection with a man I’ve
never seen before and I was scared” you said in a laugh, pulling him to a kiss.
Your mouth touched his lightly for a moment, just tasting and enjoying the
moment and the closeness. Slowly, Dean opened his mouth and slide his tongue
inside of yours, moaning at your contact. “That’s why you always say this is
our song. Suspicious minds. Holy
shit!” you exclaimed panting, breaking the kiss to breath.
“And because Elvis is fucking awesome, darling”
he teased you, his hands on your waist, touching you lightly. The last seconds of
the song were playing, and you felt your eyes tear up because of the way Dean
was looking at you: pure love. Nothing else but love and happiness. “We’re caught in a trap. I can’t walk out…
Because I love you too much, baby!” he whispered to you, giving you a small
affected smile, since he wasn’t used to expressing his emotions and feeling the
way he was doing.
“I love you!” you whimpered, tiptoeing to kiss
him deeply, both of your tears mixing up.
jack playing games like night in the woods where he does voices and stuff is basically my grown up version of a bed time story
i usually watch his vids as soon as i can but when its night in the woods i wait till im sleepy and go wash my face and get some green tea and curl up under my blankets with just my fairy lights on and i just press play and its so therapeutic??? to just listen to him bring those characters to life in his own way and seeing his reactions is just so relaxing to me
STEP 1. Press “play” to listen the song. While listening, read and imagine what is written in step 2.
STEP 2. Magnus’ bedroom. Red bed sheets, covering Magnus’ large bed. The light is slowly fading from the sky, it’s almost evening. Magnus is laying on his side, wearing just a pair of pants, looking at front of him, his expression wild and wondering at the same time. Alec is just there, besides him, in front of him. Laying on the bed too, in the same state of undress.
Slowly, Alec’s hand caress Magnus’ cheek, his neck, his shoulder. Magnus trembles and murmurs Alec’s name, almost as a whisper. Alec grasps Magnus’ waist suddenly and pulls him against himself. Their naked chests touching, pressing against each other, and Alec kisses Magnus, rough, wild. Magnus kisses back almost desesperately, grinding against Alec.
Alec leaves Magnus’ lips and starts kissing his neck, his chest. Magnus’ hands go to Alec’s head, touching his hair, lightly pulling. Alec starts kissing Magnus’ abs and Magnus moans, he pulls Alec again to kiss his lips, his neck, nipping at his neck rune. Alec moans, grinding against Magnus too, fast, rough.
Suddenly, Magnus is on top of Alec, his legs around his waist, panting. He smiles at him, Alec’s cheeks flushed and hot. Magnus goes to kiss Alec again, his hands caressing his chest, while Alec’s hands travel to the beginning of Magnus’ pants.
We got to see Alec’s hand under the front of Magnus’ pants and Magnus moaning, his head falling against Alec’s chest. Magnus’ starts grinding against Alec again, with purpose, they both moaning loudly.
Very slowly, with their moanings still audible, the image starts fading.
“Y/N, think about it. This is great for publicity! Two talented, attractive artists admit that they’re attracted to each other? This is perfect. You’re new album is almost finished and you’re on the Hamilton Mixtape; could you imagine getting even more traction if you were to collab on a song with him?”
You were eating lunch outside a cafe in the sunny California weather with your manager and she was trying to convince you to do a song with Daveed to make yourself gain popularity..
“I don’t care about publicity, Diane.” You told her. “I’m fine where I’m at now.”
“But think about how much that song itself will sell!” She continued. “This could raise–”
“Look, I want to do a song with Daveed, don’t get me wrong, but I think your approach on it is for all the wrong reasons.” You said, looking over at her. “I don’t agree with using it solely for publicity. I really like him, Diane. He’s sweet and a nice guy, so if I do a song with him, it’s going to be because I want to write with him, not because my manager is making me do it for publicity.”
Me: Yay! Jimin’s Playlist is out, I wonder what kind of music my sweet darling angel listens too. Probably something soft and pure.
Music: Private room by T.I w/ Chris Brown - “let me let me see you takeeee it offf”
Me: IN🙃 THE🙃 NAME 🙃OF 😲JUNGSHOOK 😲WHAT 🙃THE 🙃ACTUAL🙃 FUCK?🙃
Also me: Ayyeeeeeeee 👅👅👅
The second the case of the cd hit Harry’s chest and you walked up the steps, Harry knew that he fucked up. He ran his hand over his face in astonishment that he forgot about you starting to record for your album.
“Shit,” he sighed as he put the cd in the stereo. He pressed play and listened to the entire thing. Tears welled up in his eyes as the song ended. He was so proud of you and the song was amazing, but he felt horrible that he wasn’t there. He had promised you, not just last night, but at the beginning of this process for you.
Harry went up to his bedroom and opened the door. You were laying on the bed looking at your phone. Your eyes were red and puffy, which caused Harry to feel even worse.
“Can I come in?” He whispered.
You shrugged. “It’s your house,” you mumbled.
He sighed walking in and sitting next to you on the bed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “It’s just these last few days have been super busy and when I was able to just take a few hours to myself, I jumped at the opportuinity. And I honestly forgot about you and the studio and I feel horrible.”
“You should,” you said. “I know that you’ve been busy and I would have understood you not being there today, if you were busy with work, but you weren’t. You forgot about me and didn’t come to something very important to me.”
“I know and I don’t know how I can make this up to you,” he whispered.
“I don’t either,” you whispered. “But I do need to ask you something.”
“Anything,” he said.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” You whispered playing with a stray thread from the pillow.
“Want what?” He whispered.
“Me? A relationship,” you sighed.
“Of course I do,” he said. “Why the fuck would you even ask that?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s been almost a week since we’ve actually had a conversation? Or maybe it’s because you made this whole deal about showing me London and meeting your friends and you’ve taken me nowhere. Or maybe it’s the fact that you so easily forgot about your girlfriend. I get that you’re busier now, Harry, but god, if it’s going to be like this everytime you have work going, I can’t do this! I can’t have a part time boyfriend! What’s going to happen when you’re out doing promo for the flim or when you’re on tour at the end of the year? And then once all that shit is over, will you have time for me then?” You said.
“Well, I’m sorry that I’m not up your ass all the time and I actually have shit that I have to do,” he said.
“I’m not asking you to be up my ass all the time! I’m just simply asking you to be here! I get that you’re tired, but you wouldn’t even have a conversation with me! And something is obviously different between us and it has been since we’ve came here,” you said.
“I haven’t changed,” he said.
“Yeah, maybe you’ve always been a selfish dick and I was just too blind to see it,” you said getting up from the bed.
“Oh, I’m selfish?” He said standing up. “You’re the one who is upset because I’m not here to coddle you twenty-four-fucking-seven.”
“I didn’t fucking realize that wanting to spend time with my boyfriend made me selfish and clingy,” you shouted.
“You knew that this trip was about work for me. You know how important it is for me to do these interviews and that I have rehearsels for performances I’m going to be doing. I’m sorry that we met when I didn’t have a lot of shit going on and so I was able to be there more, but now, I’m doing shit again and yes I’m going to be busy and if you can’t fucking handle that and I’m constantly going to have worry about making sure you feel wanted, then yeah, maybe I don’t want this anymore!” He shouted.
You looked down and tried to hide the tears falling from your eyes. “Well, I guess you’re in luck then because you no longer have this anymore,” you said before turning around and walking down the stairs and out the door.
Harry hadn’t processed what he said until he heard the front door slam shut.
“Dammit, Y/N!” He shouted to no one as he ran out the room. He opened the door and ran outside.
It was pouring down rain at the moment and he knew that you couldn’t have gotten far.
“Y/N!” He shouted trying to figure out which way to go. It was quite dark outside, since it was so late and he couldn’t see a thing. He finally just decided to get in his car and drive around. This was starting to be a recurring them between the two of you. You get upset and walk out, while Harry goes on the hunt for you.
Although this time, this time Harry took it too far. He practically told you he didn’t want you anymore and that was far from the truth. Everything that you were saying was true, but he had to admit that he’s never had to actually deal with having a girlfriend and his career before.
But he wasn’t going to lose you over this, he didn’t want to lose you over this. He had driven around the entire neighborhood and had yet to find you. He didn’t have his phone and he was pretty sure that you didn’t have yours either. He decided to go back to his house and see if maybe you went back there.
If you weren’t there he had no idea where you went or if you were okay. He would have fucked up again that day. When he pulled into the driveway, he saw you sitting out on the front porch completely drenched from the rain. He quickly parked his car and ran over to you.
“Y/N!” He shouted. “I didn’t mean what I said!”
“Then why did you say it,” you sniffled.
“Why don’t we go inside, it’s freezing,” he said.
“No, why did you say that you didn’t want to be with me if you didn’t mean it,” you said.
He sighed and sat down next to you. “When I said I didn’t want this anymore, it wasn’t… I didn’t mean that I didn’t want you. I meant that I didn’t want this… as in the fighting. I don’t want to fight with you anymore.”
“I don’t want to fight with you either but here lately it seems fighting is the only way we’re talking and spending time together,” you said.
Harry sighed and wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t want it to be like that. I hate fighting with you. I hate being away from you. God, Y/N, I love you and we’re having a little bump in the road, but I don’t want to lose us.. lose you over this.”
“i love you too and I don’t want to lose you either,” you sniffled.
“And you won’t,” he whispered. “I promise you. I’ll do better from now on and I won’t forget about you or anything that you want me to be there for again. This week is a huge week for me and I want you here with me.”
“I know it is and I’m so proud of you,” you whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” He whispered. “And promise not to run off like that again? You scared me to death.”
“I’m sorry,” you sighed.
“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“We both said things…” you whispered.
“How about we finish saying things inside?” He laughed.
“That’s probably a good idea,” you laughed.
Harry stood up and reached down for you hand to help you. You giggled looking up at him. He smiled and wiped off the eye makeup that had ran down your cheeks either from the rain or tears, he wasn’t sure.
He then lead you into the house and grabbed some towels from the laundry room. He wrapped a towel around you and tried to get you warmed up by rubbing your arms.
“That’s not going to work,” you laughed. “I’m gonna have to get out of this.”
You turned around and motioned to the zipper of your dress. Harry moved your hair to the side and slowly unzipped your dress. He pushed the wet material off your body and placed it on the washer. He took off his clothes and put them with yours before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
He kissed your shoulder as he brought you closer to him. You leaned against him and tilted your head to the side. You turned around and kissed him. This has been the first kiss in almost a week that you two had shared. And you could tell because the moment your lips touched, the hunger for each other took over. He reached down and grabbed your bum before picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bedroom and practically fell onto the bed because he couldn’t get close to you fast enough.
The remain wet underclothes that both you and Harry had on were now strewn all over his bedroom floor. Hands were roaming each other’s bodies while the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans filled the air. You two were couldn’t get enough of each other, but you also were taking your time and savouring that moment.
He had made his way down your body and your hands were now in his hair. You could feel him smirking with each gasp and moan that left your lips. It didn’t take long before you were gripping the bed sheets and arching your back with a scream.
He made his way back up your body before kissing your lips once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You ran one of your hands down his chest and touched him. He groaned against your lips before pulling away. He reached over to grab a foil wrapper from his bedside table and opened it up.
He hovered back over you again and leaned down to kiss you before joining the two of you. You gasped and gripped onto his arms as his forehead laid against your shoulder.
The pace started out slowly causing you both to whimper. After what seemed like ages, you couldn’t take it anymore and flipped the two of you over. You were now straddling him and put your hands on his chest and you moved your hips.
His hands were gripping your hips as he watched you move on top of him. He then sat up and held you close to him as he kissed your neck. Your arms were around his neck and shoulders and you could tell that you both were getting close.
He reached down in between the two of you and you cried out. The pace between the two of you had now reached the quick and sloppy level. It didn’t take long after that when you both cried out so loud that he was sure the neighbors down the street would have heard.
You both ran out the high before moving slowly and laying back on the bed. He were laying on his chest trying to catch your breath, while his hands were playing with your hair.
“We’re going to be okay, right?” You whispered.
“Yeah, we’re going to okay, baby,” he whispered. “You’re not going to be getting rid of me that easily,” he joked.
You giggled. “I love you,” you whispered looking up at him.
“And I love you too,” he smiled. “More than anything.”
You smiled leaning up to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss and put his hand on your cheeks before pulling away.
“I ddn’t exactly get to say anything before now, but I listened to your song and I loved it,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
“I was so nervous,” you admitted. “I kept asking Ed if it was okay.”
He laughed. “I really wish I had been there and I promise you the next time you’re in the studio, I’m going to be there. I don’t care if I have cancel something or leave early, I want to see my girl do her thing.”
You laughed. “But you know, it felt good, no amazing actually to be recording my own songs,” you said. “I mean I’ve recorded songs that I’ve written in the studio countless of times, but know that this song is for me, it just felt different.”
“I know exactly what you mean and the feeling you’re feeling right now is the exact reason I pushed you into considering working on your own album,” he smiled.
“Thank you for that,” you whispered. “Because honestly if it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have ever done it.”
Harry smiled holding you close to him and kissed your head. “Tomorrow morning, I’d love to hear you sing it for me.”
“Hmm, we’ll see,” you smirked.
“Hey,” he whined. “As your boyfriend, I think I should be able to get my own little private performances, don’t you think?”
“I could say the same thing about you,” you pointed out. “I haven’t had any private performances.”
He smirked. “I think you just had a damn good private performance just now and I’m about ready to give you another one.”
“Oh really?” You said. “Do you think you can do better? You’re only as good as your last performance you know,” you smirked.
“Is that a challenge?” He said cocking an eyebrow.
“Only if you’re up for it. I’d hate for your ego to take a blow,” you smirked.
“Oh, that’s it,” he smirked hovering over you. “You’re not getting any sleep the rest of the night.”
“I better not or else you’re really bad at this,” you joked.
Harry rolled his eyes. “You won’t be joking when you can’t fucking walk properly tomorrow morning,” he smirked.
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” you smirked before leaning up to kiss him.
**Had some writer’s block for Hey Angel, so I decided to update this story since I had some ideas flowing in my head for it! :)
SUMMARY: boy and girl are best friends.. girl is in love with boy, boy is in love with girl.. both think they don’t stand a chance. friend of girl gets it in her head that SHE ALSO likes boy and being bolder, she makes a move. boy and girls so called friend wind up dating. girl is hurt, tries to warn boy what he’s getting himself into. boy and girl fight and girl decides she can’t be close to watch boy get his heart broken..so called friend fucks anything with a penis. boy finds out. boy goes to girl.. feelings are admitted. FLUFF OVERLOAD. AND ANGST A LIL BIT.
This… it was inspired by a) my apparent need to cry my eyes at 10 pm as I wrote it… and an ask that I saw on @wwesmutdonedirtcheap blog earlier about how some chick cheated on the poor bby I know as my sexy british husband… Anyway, yeah. If I have to cry?? bet your asses?? you will cry too???
When he started
dating her, you had to distance. You couldn’t just stand back,
watch the guy you loved falling in love with someone else, it was
like slow and steady torture. Eventually, you moved out of the flat
you’d been sharing with Tyler and Pete and Trent.. the last you
heard, Tyler’s girlfriend was living there in your old room.
And then, earlier,
you’d run into Pete at the fitness center near Full Sail and he
told you something pretty bad about Tyler and this new girlfriend of
his.. How she was screwing around and every time he or Trent tried to
tell Tyler, it ended in them arguing.. How the girl had Tyler
brainwashed into believing she was this angel and she’d never do
You sighed as Pete
stood there, recounting it all to you and you bit your lip. “She
was like that all through high school so it honestly doesn’t
surprise me… But why tell me?” you asked the question, your head
slightly tilted to the side. One of the 5 year olds you taught ballet
to ran to the door and you gave her a gentle smile and then told her
you’d be in to start class in a few seconds.
“I’m tellin you
because Trent and I aren’t stupid, okay? We both saw the way you
looked at him. And we know that he..”
“He what, Dunne?”
“He liked you.. A
lot. And if he thought he had a chance, he’d probably have told ya.
But you were always dating the guys you dated..” Pete eyed you and
you felt your heart speed up a little bit. You must have given some
kind of sign that you were happy about what he told you, because he
chuckled and then mused aloud, “I knew it.”
“But.. I can’t
be around them together, okay? It kills me.. Especially since Viv did
what she did.”
Pete raised his
You went on to
explain.. “I had it all planned out, you know? Candles, that damned
carbonera he liked so much when I cooked it… I was even going to
kick you two goons out of the apartment.. But Viv, she got to him
before me and she made it seem as if she’d liked him for a long
time and I wasn’t interested in him at all…” you paused,
wincing at the memory of how it all played out, how you came back
from making a last minute dessert run to find Viv and Tyler in the
kitchen, Viv taking all the credit for what you’d set up to finally
reveal your feelings to Tyler.
Pete swore and shook
his head. “Point in me telling you is this.. She’s going to break
up with him tonight.. She has no choice. I caught her screwing the
guy who lives in that apartment under ours and I got proof. Tyler,
he’s… He’s tough.. Nowhere near tough as Trent or me…”
“And you want me
to do what?” you eyed Pete, trying to figure out what he was
getting at and you continued quietly, “Because if he’s really in
love with her, it’s not going to make a difference?”
thing, okay? He’s not.”
Pete dug around in
the baggy gym shorts he wore and held out his phone, pressing play.
You bit your lip as you listened, heard Tyler sort of drunkenly
pouring everything out to Trent and Pete and Mandrews.
But it still wasn’t
clear what Pete expected you to do..
Before you could ask
him again what you were supposed to do with everything you’d just
been told, Pete was gone and you were left standing in the doorway of
the dance studio, puzzled. You shook your head, shoved it out of your
mind and went into the studio to teach your dance class.
By the time you’d
gotten back to your apartment that night, after stopping to have a
few drinks with some of the girls you worked at the hospital nearby
with, you’d pretty much told yourself that Tyler was drunk on the
recording, that maybe his feelings had changed since then..
The streetlight came
on and you saw Tyler leaned against it, hands in the pocket of his
leather jacket, head down. You bit your lip as your heart sped up a
little and promptly felt like it was breaking when he looked up and
right at you and you could tell that he wanted to cry but he wasn’t
about to do it and look weak.
“G’head. Tell me
ya told me so. I’ll deserve it.” he muttered the words quietly, a
hurt and half hearted tone in his voice that was killing you. You dug
out your keys and then unlocked the door, called out to him quietly,
“ Do you wanna come in?”
“Do you want me to
come in? I.. I won’t blame you if you don’t.” and you sighed,
stepping up to him and grabbing his hand to lead him inside. Shutting
the door behind you, you slipped off your jacket and your shoes and
Tyler took off his jacket, his eyes darting around the apartment. You
still had all the pictures taken while you two were best friends out
and hanging up on the walls. Naturally, there were a myriad of
candles all over, books stacked spontaneously throughout and he
smiled, despite himself. It hit him then, just how hard you not being
his best friend anymore had been.
You’d made your
way into the kitchen, coming back out with a yogurt and a spoon and
the rest of the sandwich you’d taken for lunch for him and you
tapped his shoulder, holding out the sandwich as you took a bite of
“I should have
listened to you..” were the first words from his mouth and you
sighed quietly, shrugging. “You thought you were in love with her.”
you explained it to him quietly and he shrugged as he muttered,
“Thought being the key word.”
Before you could
stop yourself, you’d put down your yogurt cup and you were pulling
him into a hug, sighing softly when your nose filled with the scent
of his cologne and his arms wrapped right back around you, squeezing
you almost tightly enough that you gasped and told him in a voice
muffled by his shirt, “I can’t breathe, big guy..” but you were
hugging back just as tightly. You did not want to let go and if it
hadn’t been for the breathing issue, you wouldn’t have. He let
his hold loose a little and you looked up at him, swallowing hard.
It killed you,
seeing him so upset. It killed you even more than the fact that you
weren’t best friends anymore, that you’d basically had to get
away, get some distance just to keep from driving yourself crazy
watching him with her.
pulled him down onto the couch after you’d sat down, turning on the
tv set. For a few minutes, it was quiet, neither of you said
anything. He’d been laying sprawled out on the couch, his head was
on your leg, you were trailing your fingers through his hair as you
watched the soap opera you’d recorded for the day… Until you felt
him staring up at you intently.
thinking about how much I missed this.” his voice was huskier
somehow and you bit your lip as you clenched your thighs because his
eyes had this.. This look to them. Swallowing hard, you licked your
spoon and then admitted quietly, “So did I.”
true… Even if you did want more, you missed just knowing he was
sitting up and you eyed him.
want to talk about what happened?” you asked him the question
quietly and he shook his head. “I’d rather not think about it..”
Tyler shook his head, trailed off and you’d almost swear that you
heard him adding under his breath, “Or how stupid I was.”
your lip and his eyes followed the gesture.
if I told ya I just wanted to lay here and hold you?” he asked the
question tentatively and you nearly choked on the yogurt you’d just
taken a bite of but you answered quietly, “Are you telling me
a nod and you grabbed the zebra print throw blanket on the end of the
couch, pulling it over the two of you as you settled in against him
and his arms slipped around you. Before you stopped being friends,
this wasn’t an unusual thing and as his arms wrapped around you,
you couldn’t help but think that it felt just as good and just as
right as it had before everything came to an abrupt end.
rolled over to face him after a few more seconds and him chuckling
quietly when you were swearing at the tv set because the show was not
going how you thought it should go. “Tyler, I’m sorry.. I never
should have been childish and stopped being your friend.” you were
in mid sentence when his grip tightened on you and you were molded
completely against his body as he lowered his lips to yours, his
tongue slipping past your lips slowly. You groaned, you started out
clutching his t shirt to attempt stopping him from just doing what he
was doing, you wound up gripping a handful of his t shirt and
slipping your leg over his hip, his hand moving slowly over your leg.
just want to not think about it.. I’m sorry I said all the stuff I
said to you when you tried to warn me about her.. I’m sorry I
didn’t…” Tyler trailed off, deepening the kiss as you nipped at
his lip and he groaned into your mouth. “Don’t apologize, okay?
Just stop.” you muttered against his lips as he rolled onto his
back and pulled you on top of him, laying flat against his body,
continued to kiss you, his lips straying, moving slowly down your
you trailed off..
what?” he asked breathlessly as he stopped kissing you to fix his
eyes on you. You bit your lip and told him quietly, “You just got
hurt really badly..”
right, I just… Coming here and seeing you again, realizing how much
I missed you.” Tyler admitted as you licked your lips, swallowing
hard to calm yourself down, mentally kicking yourself for stopping
things before they got too far. But it was better than just rushing
missed you too, okay?” you told him quietly as you trailed your
fingers through his hair. His hands locked across your lower back,
holding you in place as he kissed you again. You kissed him again and
then asked quietly, “Do you want to… Do you want to stay over?”
you want me to stay?” he asked the question quietly and you nodded,
giving him a soft smile. “I really have missed you.” you told him
quietly as he gave you a bright smirk and then hugged you against
you really set up that whole dinner?” he asked and you stared at
him, nodding slowly. “Then Viv took credit for it.. And I just.. I
saw how happy she made you..” you admitted as he sighed and swore.
it isn’t.” he shook his head and hugged you against him, his lips
finding your forehead as he told you in a quiet voice, “So you
you admitted, swallowing hard as you added, “Because I never got
over it, okay? I still feel the same way. I just don’t want you to
throw yourself into this because she hurt you?” and Tyler shook
his head. “I felt the same way, I just figured that if I said
anything, you’d laugh.”
me make the whole thing up to you..” he muttered quietly as his
lips found yours again and his hands massaged your lower back, his
thumbs trailing lazy circles on your skin as you bit back a whimper
and smiled into the kiss. “I’d like that..” you admitted and he
smiled, hugging against you, both of you yawning.