simple apartment

Inspired by this absolutely angsty masterpiece by @jackalopes-vld

This is really angsty and references intrusive thoughts, so please keep yourself safe.

WC: 1574


He’s not annoying. People like being around him. He’s not annoying.

Good for nothing.

He’s their sharpshooter. He has a purpose.


He’s worth something.

Seventh wheel.

He’s… He is the seventh wheel. There isn’t a doubt about that.

Can’t handle the stress.

He can’t. It gnaws at him every waking moment.

Can’t deal with criticism.

Fuck. It hurts, okay? Not everyone is graceful with that shit.

Useless weight brought along out of pity.




Just fucking leave.

Please. Please, just stop. Please.

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Destiel and Cockles Fic List

Copper Park

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(AU) The world isn’t fair– Dean has known that for a long time; but when he finds himself out on the streets, that’s when he realizes just how cruel the world can actually be, and, how beautiful.

In the Spine

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Cas reads a letter from Dean.

The Perfect Gift

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Castiel has a big problem concerning Dean … thankfully, Sam is always around to help

Can’t Stop

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He needs to get out of his own head, so what better way to do that than to read? That’s how Dean end up reading “Twist and Shout”.

High Rise / Hard Fall

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(NSFW) Castiel Novak lives a simple life. He has his simple car, his simple apartment, his simple clothes and his amazing, astounding, wonderful pet cat, James. What more could he possibly need?

A Beast’s Perspective

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Benny remembers purgatory– Benny remembers everything.

The Book

(Words: 1884) - Audio Version Attached

Dean finds something in Cas’s jacket pocket

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The Roscoe Adventures

Author: @dylanobsessed
Rating: IT IS FLUFFISH & DEF HAS SOME SMUT SO ( for real there is smut )
Pairing: Stiles x OC ( reader kind of )
Notes: i suck at making it stiles x reader cause i can never write the right way ??? maybe i’ll get better with practice lmao
Words: 2198 ( oops )

It’s been awhile since Stiles and I decided to take our annual camping trip — which is just a secluded area we stumbled upon a couple of years when we were supposed to be hunting for the latest supernatural creature lurking around Beacon Hills. We used the back of Roscoe as our tent for the night, having it set-up with various blankets, pillows, and everything else we needed to make this camping trip feel complete. Pulling into the lot it caught me off guard a little bit, seeing as it seemed to take us nothing to get here when on other trips it never felt this short. Not that I minded in the least.

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Stop Trying

Originally posted by starkquinzel

Fandom: Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader
Request: Could you do a spidermanxreader where him and the reader are best friends with a secret crush on each other;reader is insecure about her body(short&chubby)and one day peter tells her he’s spiderman and she admires him even more but feels more insecure bc he’s a superhero and she’s nothing and one night he comes to her room and she patches him up and starts crying&tells him why and he’s really nervous bc he doesnt know how to handle a crying girl who is also his crush and then all fluff?thx<333

Don’t do it, you told yourself as your thumb hovered over the Instagram icon. It’s only going to make it worse. You were sitting, legs criss-crossd on your bed and just a lamplight and your phone lighting up your room. It was late and you were thinking about him, again.

You clicked the app, opened the search page and began typing his name. Your fingers moved out of habit and quickly pulled up Peter’s profile. You knew you shouldn’t be looking at his photos, but you couldn’t help it. Something in his face, his kind smile, made your heart flip over in your chest. You clicked one of the photos of the two of you. The caption read, ‘The force is strong with this one.’ a silly Star Wars joke Peter thought was so fitting at the time. That’s when your heart dropped, deflated by what you saw in the image. Peter, handsome as ever, beamed at the camera and you…you could instantly pick out the ways your body curved where you wanted it to be smooth, and how your smile was wider on one side than the other. He was perfect and you-you were a fool to think he’d ever be interested. And yet, you couldn’t like him any less. Tears started to well up in your eyes as your feelings wrestled with the reality of how you looked. 

Suddenly a knock on your window broke through your thoughts. You jumped and spun around seeing the white eyed mask of your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He balanced on the windowsill, and even in the dark you could see he was breathing heavily. Normally this would have been exciting, but considering what you had just been doing…you opened the window and let him climb in. “Peter what’s-” you stopped short as he stepped into the light and you saw place where his red suit had darkened. He pulled off his mask and revealed a cut lip and swelling cheek. “Peter!” you took his arm and helped him onto your bed. “what happened?”
“I was stopping a robbery, thinking it was just three guys. Turns out their gang was waiting in the alleyway.” He leaned back again your wall with a wince. 
“One sec,” you got up and tiptoed down your hallway to the toilet to retrieve the First Aid kit. When you returned Peter had already pulled the suit down to his hips, exposing his chest and several wounds on his side. You tried not to stare as you sat beside him and started to clean the cuts. 
“Sorry..” Peter said sheepishly. “How’s my face? Is Aunt Mae going to freak?” You slowly looked up and examined his face. You wished you could go full doctor mode, focusing only on what he needed your help with, but all you could see was your Peter. Peter who was your best friend, who was smart and gorgeous, and who- on top of all that- was spiderman.
You remember when he told you, when he had finally worked up the courage to share his secret. In that moment you realized- I’ll never be good enough for him. 
“Woah, that bad?” Peter asked, his face starting to show alarm. You hadn’t realized but the tears had returned, and this time they were making your chin shake. You twisted your mouth to hold it all back. 
“No, No. I’m sorry.” You got up and reached for the ice pack you had brought in. You wrapped it in a nearby shirt and handed it to him, turning away to try and compose yourself. 
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, taking the pack. “Y/N?”
That was it. All he had to say was your name. The tears fell, running down your face heavy and fast. 
“W-What did I say? I’m so sorry!” The tears sent Peter into a panic.He sat up straight, his hand waving around you, wanting to touch you but not sure if that was the right thing to do. He could fight crime, and sing from rooftops but felt utterly unprepared to help a crying girl. “Is it the blood? Did I scare you with the blood? I’m sorry. I’m not hurt that bad, promise. See I can move and talk. I’ll recite a poem. In a galaxy far, far away-”
“Peter,” the word came out painfully. You were trying to keep it all in. The sobs. The truth. But it was too much. “I like you,” you turned to face him, “I like you so much that it hurts. But I know, I know we are just friends. And I know you would never want to be with someone like me. So I try to stop liking you, I’m really trying. But It hurts like hell.”
The tears had not stopped but a silence started. It felt like an eternity before Peter spoke up. “Stop.”
“What?” you felt like he had slapped you in the face. Stop liking him? Of course he would say that, you thought to yourself, look at him and look at you.
“Stop trying.”
You looked up in surprise. Peter took your face in his hands and with this thumbs wiped away your tears. “Because I can’t stop liking you either.”
Peter said, leaning in and kissing you. It was soft and simple. Sweet.
When you drew apart Peter winced. “That-” he said before you could comment “was from the fight, not the kiss.” He smiled and leaned back against your wall.
“Good,” you said returning his smile and scooting next to him. “because I definitely want to do more of that.” 

It’s hard to choose between your head and your heart; because it’s when you choose your head that you’ll have the most regrets. But when you choose your heart you know that maybe it wasn’t the best decision but it made you happy, and at the end of the day, is there anything more important?
—  A Story By Me

You have to read this and reflect. When Shaykh Adib al-Kallas would speak about his wife, he would become extremely teary and very emotional. He would say, “I will never forget her loyalty and goodness. I will never forget her kindness and the way she treated me with honour. I will never forget how she stayed by my side and stuck by me even though I suffered with such high levels of poverty and we lived in such hard conditions!”

The shaykh lived in a small simple apartment. At times, the lights would go out, and they’d have to use torches and candles. They could not even afford to buy meat, yet a moment would not pass except she would show him how much she loved him. When they had no money, she never complained. Instead, she would tell her parents that he was the best husband in the world. When they struggled, she gave him ease. When he was in pain, she gave him cure. He had thousands of students, but before anyone ever knew him, she stood by him. Before creation chased him, she was praying to the Creator for him. When they got old and the years passed, she became ill and he would emotionally say, “Adib prays that he will be with you in paradise!” Search for a good partner and wallahi, you will experiences joys of paradise whilst on earth.

—  Shaykh Mohammad Aslam
Anniversary (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by littlehobbit13

Pairing: Husband!Lucifer Morningstar/Wife!Reader
Words: 680
Warning(s): Nothing but fluff!
A/N: I hope you enjoy~ Now I must try and sleep =u=‘
Request:  just a fluffy Lucifer Morningstar and wife celebrating their anniversary( @ateliefloresdaprimavera )

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