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You never were good at seeing the things that have the power to hurt you. You face hard time with hands over your eyes and “if I can’t see you then you can’t see me” chanting in your head. Because if you can’t see it then you don’t have to accept it, right?

I know you rather the sweet taste of a well crafted lie because you have been gagging on my Splenda truths. I want to crave out all the lies that have become me, to show you what I have done in your absence but none of me would be left. All of my half truths and spoiled words have keep me alive on lonely night.

It’s not like I fear death but I do fear the tears that will come with the letters you send in the mail. Letters written in your shaking handwriting, asking “how could you be so heartless? ” and I wish I knew. That’s what I’ll write but what I mean is “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to become your nightmares”. I know you’ll see the words I meant to say but you’ll have your eyes covered and the chant started before the tears come to your eyes.

—  Your worst enemy//kayla

Author: Mikala
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 3,800+
Warnings: Probably swearing. I think that’s it, though.
Author’s Note: This is a re-post from my old SPN blog, freshly edited and presented to you on a silver platter! We’re hoping to get back into the swing of running a fic blog, so here’s hoping! Feedback is always appreciated :)

Summary: You find a dog. Shenanigans ensue.

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a niall oneshot

word count: 4305

warnings: sexually explicit content

He was there. I knew it.

I could tell by the swarms of excited girls, by the mass of big, burly security guys roaming around and of course by the way he kept looking over at me every chance he got.

He wasn’t obvious, by any means, but it still made me feel like my body was being set on fire and my throat was constricting in on itself, every time I felt his drunken glare focus on me.

I pretended not to notice. Pretended that my feet didn’t feel like heavy slabs of concrete weighing me in place every time I saw him out of the corner of my eye get up from his booth and strut around. Pretended like I didn’t feel maybe a slight hint of jealousy when I would watch him over the rim of my glass as he laughed with some other random girl at the bar.

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