this is shitty but i wanted to gif it so

“I’ll never lie to you about anything.”

“I might lie to you!”

Hello everyone! It’s me, Aree here with my first follow forever with this blog! I know some of you have followed me since my first blog and I’ve remade like twice now ansjdkan so I just wanted to say thank you to those who’ve stuck with me through everything! And then also thanks to the new people I’ve followed and become mutuals with! I hope I can talk to every one of you all and become friends ^-^ Anyway, I reached a goal so here’s a list of mutuals who I love! Also, sorry for the shitty gif I made it in like 10 minutes and I hate adding text to gifs anjsdka ♡

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Where in the hell was it? You knew it had to be in the bedroom somewhere… Harry was terrible at hiding things, so finding the CD of his debut album couldn’t have been that hard. You were wrong. Because here you were, about an hour and a half into the search, and all you had found was a loose button and some change. 

“Come on!” You whispered to yourself after checking the bedside drawers for the tenth time in a row. You had basically turned the entire bedroom upside down trying to find the CD, and at this point, your back was aching and you were ready to sit down and take a break. Of course, you couldn’t really take a break because this was one of those moments where Harry had gone out, so you had the entire house to yourself. “Okay, let’s do this again.” You huffed, arching your back slightly and wincing as it cracked. 

“Looking for your dignity again?” You jolted, hitting your head against the wooden base of the bed when you heard Harry’s voice by the door. 

“Haha, very funny. I’m actually looking for-” Wait. You couldn’t tell Harry you were looking for his CD. You had been begging to hear it for the longest time, and each time Harry would shoot you down and then send you off with a little kiss. After getting rejected for about the hundredth time, you decided to take matters into your own hands: You’d have to find the CD yourself, listen to all the songs while he was gone, and then slip it back into its hiding place. But for now, you obviously couldn’t do anything with Harry back home. “For my… Reading glasses?” You were a terrible liar, but it was worth a shot. 

“You mean the ones on your head?” Harry raised an eyebrow, pointing to the top of your head with a small smile. 

“Oh, there they are!” You scoffed, slapping yourself on your forehead gently. “Silly me! Well, now that I found my glasses, I can go back to reading.” 

“You sure you were only looking for your glasses?” 

“Of course!” 

“Where’s the book?” 

“Downstairs.” 

“I didn’t see anything downstairs.” 

“Then you must need glasses as well.” 

“What book are you reading?” 

“Harry Potter.” 

“Which one?” 

“The… 2nd one.” 

“Ah, the 2nd one. Interesting.” Harry hummed, stalling for a moment before he was suddenly zipping out of the room and back downstairs. You didn’t understand what the rush was until you realized: There was no Harry Potter book downstairs and Harry was about to find that out in a second. 

“I totally just played myself.” You muttered quietly, hearing the thud of Harry’s footsteps as he rushed back upstairs. A sheepish smile embraced your features when Harry popped in once again. 

“There’s no book.” He breathed out, raising a finger and pointing at you accusatorily. “Don’ play games with me, love. What are you really looking for?”

“Ooh, fine! I was looking for your stupid CD, alright? I thought it’d be easy to find it considering how shitty you are at hiding things.” For your birthday last year, Harry hid your present underneath his pillow. Under his pillow.  

“I already said you were gonna have to wait until May 12th jus’ like everyone else!” Harry grinned at your pouty expression. Usually, that face only came out when you really, really wanted something. 

“Harry, please!” You whined, flopping down on the bed and grabbing one of the pillows to hug. 

“It’s not happening! I love you, but it’s not happening. Nice try, though!” Harry said through giggles, walking over to look down at you. “You know what’s funny?” 

“What?” 

“I was going to let you listen to Kiwi because I love you tha’ much, but you called my CD stupid and my hiding skills shitty. So I change my mind.” 

You really did play yourself. 

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Till the end of Time: No Matter What

Second Person - Words 2.8k

Warnings - Missed Miscarriage 

Harry exhaled deeply in his seat next you, drawing your attention so you could see the soft smile he had to offer as he gently slid his hand under yours, his fingers linking with your shaking ones. “No matter what happens, I love you and I’ll help you through it.”

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A frown was on your lips as you held the price tag of the stroller you were looking at. It had only been a month that you had found out that you were pregnant and although you had been to a doctor and been reassured that everything was fine. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that you were going to be a mother.

Every day you thought about how this wasn’t something you wanted yet and every day you felt horrible that you couldn’t be happy about the life growing inside you. The thing that broke your heart the most was seeing Harry feel the opposite.

Harry was thrilled that he was going to be a dad and every chance he got he put a hand over your belly and that was the worst thing of all. One morning you woke up with his fingers dancing delicately over the small bump that had just appeared while whispering against your skin that he couldn’t wait to meet the little girl or boy and you had to fight with every fibre in your body to not break down crying.

Harry didn’t notice the way you felt but Anne did. She noticed the look on your face when Harry had told his family that you were pregnant and later that night when she got you alone you cried into her arms.

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 Today, it’s been eighteen years since the Columbine massacre. It’s sad to keep in mind that, eighteen years ago, twelve students and a teacher had their lives taken in a violent and devastating way, while two others were victims of themselves, their own minds, and all the shitty things they went through during their lives. It is even sadder that all of them could still be alive today and doing whatever they had planned to do in the future. But, unfortunately, we can’t change the past or even go back in time. It’s sad that we got to know who they were through a tragedy. Every one of them was talented and had so much to live for. So much to experience, see, and do. I want them to be respected. Not just the thirteen victims, but Eric and Dylan as well, because they deserve it. Because they were humans, they were lost, and they thought it was the right thing to do.

In memory of:

  • Rachel Scott
  • Cassie Bernall
  • Lauren Townsend
  • Kelly Fleming
  • Daniel Rohrbough 
  • Isaiah Shoels
  • John Tomlin
  • Dave Sanders
  • Kyle Velasquez
  • Daniel Mauser
  • Corey Depooter
  • Steve Curnow
  • Matthew Kechter
  • Dylan Klebold
  • Eric Harris

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 38

Summary: You and Dwight are ordered to go out and find Sherry, but you get more than you bargained for.

Includes: Smut. Daddy kink. Spanking. (NOT Dwight smut)

A/N: Look at me, uploading a chapter at a reasonable time! I hope y'all enjoy this trash 😙😙💕

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“A lie that is a half-truth is the darkest of all lies.” ~ Alfred Tennyworth

“Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.” ~ Ella Dominguez

“Oh, Sir, don’t you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?” ~ Ella Dominguez

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You and Dwight stood there in silence, looking at eachother, both of you trying to process what happens next. You placed your fingers at the bridge of your nose, pinching it, trying to bring yourself back to reality. You leaned back against the wall.

“We’re you serious, or just saying something to get off the hook?” You asked.

“Like I said, I have an idea.” He said, taking a step forward, “Meet me outback near the trucks in 20 minutes.”

You nodded and headed down the hallway with him before splitting up. You walked back into the yard, looking around for any sign of Negan, mainly to avoid him. You didn’t understand why he was putting half of the blame on you, and the more you thought about it, the angrier you became. You walked inside the cafeteria, still needing to check on your workers, you spotted David talking to Brian behind the counter. David turned his head seeing you walking over to them, you motioned for Brian to leave as he turned towards you.

“How’d it go?” David asked non-chalantly.

“Don’t fucking ask. I’ve gotta leave and help Dwight look for Sherry.” You sighed, glancing into the back of the kitchen, you were thankful to see Katherine and Ben doing their work. That was one less thing to worry about.

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Scraping an update together is a bit tough right now, since I’m mainly dealing with plotty and behind-the-scenes sort of stuff, but look! I made a a revamp to the “health” bar from the demo so that it looks a little more polished, hopefully, and also sits at least a little bit further out of the way. Also little balloon animation for when you lose (Or gain) points.

I also went and got a multiple parallax script running and man, I like it waaay better:

This script makes my dinner and does my taxes and tucks my children into bed at night. I love it. I love you, multiple parallax. Where have you been all my game-making life.

Sorry for the shitty gif quality but my computer’s not wanting to cooperate, so it’s a bit stuttery. Anyhow! I’m also finished with (most) of the revisions to the first part of chapter 2, so there’s some progress. I’ll try to keep everyone updated.

GRAYSON DOLAN X READER

Goodbye

Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.

photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com

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Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.

You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.

“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.

“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.

“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.

Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.

Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”

You giggled and released him, “We-”

“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.

You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist. 

“Sorry E,” you smiled.

Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”

You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.

“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.

You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”

Later

By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place. 

“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down. 

“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.

You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”

“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.

“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”

“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.

You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”

“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.

Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.

The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.

“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.

“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.


“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”

“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”

“Couples?” You laughed out loud.

Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.

You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’

Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.

Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.

“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.

“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.

“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.

Well, that was new.

You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Gray?” you said.

“Mmm?”

“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.

Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.

“Y/N?” he struggled.

“Yeah?” you managed.

“I love you.”

He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.

The next morning

You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.

The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.

“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”

- Ethan

Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.

You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.

You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.

“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.

“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”

“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.

“We miss you too.”

“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.

Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”

You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”

“I don’t have to do sh-”

The line went dead.

Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.

“Y/N,” Grayson started.

You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.

“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”

Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.

He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.

“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as  he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”

“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.

Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”

You shook your head in confusion.

“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.” 

Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.

“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.

“Gray-” you stuttered.

“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.

“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.

“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.

He blinked down at you in shock.

“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.

“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.

“This.”

You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.

Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.

“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.

“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”

Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.

“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”

Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.

“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.

Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“In a way, this is worse.”

“Hm?” you questioned.

“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.

You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.

“Then don’t say goodbye.”

WOW  — just wow. I hit 1k followers just about five months ago and last night i actually reached that 2k milestone  🎉 I’m a little bit speechless, because i never thought that so many people would enjoy and love those shitty edits of mine and would actually want to talk to me about my fave characters, my life and literally just anything? It’s amazing and i’m beyond grateful for all of the support and appreciate each and everyone of you; especially my lovely mutuals. And even though all of this is still beyond me, i wanted to give the following people a big and plushy shoutout!
Thanks for following and i love you, guys!  💜

@banesfuture  💜
of course my sweet parabatai has to be the first person on my list that’s going to be mentioned  — i don’t make the rules. mags, you lovely human being. i don’t think i can put my feelings for you into words that actually make sense, but i’m going to try. you’re one of the most amazing people i ever got to meet and i’m beyond grateful for your existence. we’re basically the same person which, let’s be honest, sometimes creeps the shit out of us, but at the end of the day that’s probably one of the reasons why i love you as much as i do. you share my love for harry shum jr and don’t even get me started on necks and collarbones and all the thirst (yes, we need some holy water, babe.) you also share my love for poetry and prose and you’re one of those people i can talk to about literally anything. you talk to me about life changing decisions, drag me for my typos, encourage and support me to be the best version of myself, send me cute pictures of your kitties to cheer me up, send me funny memes and videos, bless my day with your beautiful selfies and most importantly you’re always there for me. and you always make sure that i never forget about that. i’m honoured to be your friend and i love you so much! 

●  @wonderchesters  💜
DAMN GURL is the first thing that comes to my mind when i think about you, brooke. you’re not only one of the most beautiful and sweet girls i have ever seen (please never ever stop sending me those gorgeous selfies!) but also one strong and genuinely kind and caring person. you’re like a little sister to me, except for the fact that i’m the vodka mom friend™ and your mom would probably kick me out within two weeks :’) i love that you speak your mind and how enthusiastic you are when you talk about the things you love. you’re so open minded, share my sense of humour and i can have those 3AM kinda conversations with you at any time of the day. i’m so so glad that you’re a part of my life and that i’m able to call you my fufe. i love you! … and don’t forget the fact that, if someone were to hurt you, i’d fly over to the US in a second to wreak vengeance for you c; #lol

@canislytherinthings  💜
where do i start when it comes to you, yael? god. i remember the day i saw that you followed me and how i instantly freaked out for a second and had to remind myself that i’m an adult and that we fangirl in silence c; you were and always will be one of the editors i admire the most. you’re so incredibly talented   —  and i’m not only talking about gifs and editing in general, even tho i always get those heart eyes when i see you posted another one of those gorgeous sets of yours. but you’re also seriously talented in cheering me up when i’m at my worst and you make me feel like i can talk to you about anything. it doesn’t matter if it’s just fangirling and fandom talk or those moments when my anxiety is rising and it feels like it’s crushing me down; you’re there. and i can’t tell you how grateful i am for that. you’re such a kind, strong and intelligent woman and you inspire me. i love it when you talk about your religion and traveling, share your personal stories and expierences with me and the fact that i can still learn so much from you. please, don’t ever change and please, take me to jerusalem and show me the city. i love you so much!

●  @jaceslewis  💜
you’re the cutest little bean on this planet, brie. thank you so much for instantly writing me when i posted your blograte  —  we might’ve never talked if you didn’t, because i’m a shy chicken and i seriously wouldn’t want to miss you and our conversations for the world. you have a thing for poetry, just like me and are a quite talented poet yourself (even though you don’t always see that yourself) and i’m amazed at how much talent and kindness you carry in your heart and brain. the second we started talking i knew that i had made a new friend, because that’s how you treated me from the start, even though we didn’t really know each other at the time. you’re such a warm and loving person and way too precious for my anxious ass; seriously. i love your honesty, your humour, your love for stephen king and the stories about your family (#zwetschgenknödel are the best 😉) and how you’re not someone who’s quick to judge others and always makes sure the people around you are feeling welcome and good. i know you tend to underestimate yourself and that we haven’t talked that much lately, but please let me tell you that you’re an awesome human being and that you can do absolutetly everything you put your mind to. you don’t have to hide your talents, mein mädchen. i love you!

@mel-iorn  💜
it feels like i’m an open book to you, mel, but i love that feeling. when i’m talking to you i feel genuinely understood and most importantly safe. i don’t have to think about something twice when i’m talking to you, because i know i can be completely honest. you’re so open minded and i love that we share an interest and passion in other cultures and religions. if we could, we’d probably travel the whole world! i also love it when you send me poems and little texts that made you think of me, ramble in your tags and how we’re just on the same wavelength. you’re so unapologetically yourself (and that’s a gorgeous self btw!) and i admire that so much. even though we haven’t talked that much lately, it’s always a blessing to know and see you on my dash. you make me smile and i love you! (that’s a #leveup for our friendship, right? c; )

i want to throw puppies at you because you’re so perfect it frustrates me #absolutefaves  | |  blessed by your existence
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Hello, everyone! We’re already halfway the program and this blog is only two months but since I just hit 2k today I wanted to say thank you for liking my shitty gifs, sending requests, asks and just being overall friendly! 

Now I’m going to name some of my favorite blogs that are pd101 related and made this season more fun, follow them if you want more pd101 in your dash!

@fyboys101 / @lai-guanlin / @broduce-101 / @softsnuper / @ong-seong-wu / @broduce101boyz / @choigiraffe / @yougnmin / @lai-kuanlin / @binsmoon / @jinyeon / @jeongsewoons / @park-woojin / @donghans / @kentadeservesbetter / @park-woojins / @jongibugi / @peudyu101 / @im-youngmin / @misckpop / @fy-gwanghyun / @incorrectbroducequotes / @sewoonmyheart / @daewi

Yea…so more angst for this dude. Cos…I just can. Sorry @sgarrett49​, tho, this is less angst for him and much more for the reader. 

Nini’s 1K Gif Celebration Masterlist


You Deserve It

You knew it. You just fucking knew it!

Sam had dragged you out to a shitty little parties, like he always did.

You hated being here. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to support him, but it just bored you to death. 

You left with Sam when he left John and Dean. 

You understood. Sure…deep down you thought he was selfish. But he was your boyfriend. Had been for almost three years, so you supported him and never voiced your concerns or opinions. 

But recently, Sam had been different. 

One day, he became slightly more distant. More reserved and closed off. 

Then, he was happier than you’d seen him in a while. 

At first, you were glad. 

Sam was getting back to normal. 

But then you realized, it wasn’t for you. 

The thoughts raced through your mind, and they’d just been confirmed. 

She walked through the door. 

That Jessica girl. 

She was in his class and he spoke of her constantly. 

You weren’t the type to be so easily threatened, but you could tell something was up with her and Sam. 

Now you knew. 

Sam was in love with her. It was the way his eyes shined, the smile on his face, bigger than any he’d sent you for a few months now. 

You knew they were getting close. He’d come home late, stay behind and meet up with her constantly. 

The way she looked at him told you she felt the same too. 

The next few hours were the most awkward and heartbreaking in your life. 

It was the way all their attention was on each other. 

You were here with Sam, yet you felt like a third wheel with your own boyfriend. 

The little get together finally finished as you watched Sam and Jessica walk out together. 

You stood by the car, waiting as you watched him hug her. 

It was a little too tight, his hands gripping her hips as she inhaled his scent. 

You couldn’t help but wonder, had he cheated?

In your heart, you knew Sam wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t the type. 

But, he had fallen in love with someone who wasn’t you. So you wouldn’t put it past him. 

As you watched him walk over, a grin on his face, you knew exactly what you were gonna do. 

Tonight, once he fell asleep, you were leaving. You weren’t going to stay with someone who didn’t want you, no matter how much you wanted him. 

Then, you’d move on. Maybe meet up with Dean. He always was your best friend. 

All you knew was, after tonight, Sam Winchester would be a stranger to you. 

And when everything went up in flames, and you knew it would, you wouldn’t be there to support him. 

Because if Sam Winchester could forget about all the years you were there for him, for some stiff bitch, he was practically dead to you. 

And when he’d find you later in life, begging you to help him, save him, that he missed you, well, you’d slam the door in his face and live your life happily. Because Sam Winchester deserved all the pain he got for breaking your heart. 


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“Sammy boy! Let’s hear it!” Dean shouts as he climbs back into his precious Impala.

“Hear what?” Sam asks pretending to be oblivious.

“Y/N! When’s it happening? Where? You gonna give her the Winchester special?” Dean wiggles his eyebrows.

“Nothing’s happening.” Sam sighs feeling pathetic as he stares out of the car window.

“And what the hell is the Winchester special?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“I don’t know but it sounds bad ass, right?” Dean smirks.

“No. Not even a little.” Sam deadpans.

“Whatever, man. Tell me what happened with Y/N. I’m guessing you pussied out again?”

Sam shrugs, continuing to play dumb about this situation. Unfortunately it’s never that easy with his older brother.

“No clue what you’re talking about, Dean. Just hurry up and get to the library before it closes.”

Dean pulls his key out of the ignition and gives his little brother a mischievous grin.

“What are you doing?” Sam asks getting annoyed.

“I’ve had to eat at this shitty diner all week because you have a crush on Y/N. Being the amazing person that I am, I sucked it up and went with you. I mean…their burgers alone are a travesty.” Dean gestures dramatically.

“Don’t even get me started on the pie!”

“Dean…”

“No! You need to march your gigantic ass back into that shitty diner and ask that hot girl out. She likes you. It’s obvious. So just grow a pair and do it!”

“What am I supposed to do if she says yes?” Sam says quietly.

“I need more information.” Dean rolls his gorgeous green eyes.

“If we hit it off, then we’ll date which means eventually she’ll want to come over. We live in a bunker, Dean! How the hell do I explain that?!”

The older Winchester pinches the bridge of his nose and then makes himself take a deep breathe.

“First of all…it would take a miracle for a girl that gorgeous to become your girlfriend. And second…we will figure out the bunker thing.” Dean assures.

“We could just save some time, have Cas and Crowley pop in. It’s a good test. If she doesn’t bolt out of the room then she’s a keeper!” Dean adds with a goofy smile.

“I’m gonna die alone.” Sam grumbles making his older brother burst out laughing.