to get lost in your eyes

Two Lost Souls: A Dean Winchester Imagine

So this is my first Dean imagine, which is kinda short compared to my Sam one, but hope you guys like it x 

“So, what are we drinking?”

The man in front of you looked up. He had clearly been in a world of his own. 

“I’m sorry?” he seemed to register you were standing there, and for a moment, you found yourself getting lost in his own green eyes, delving into the beautiful bliss they provided.

However, this was cut short when he spoke again, a voice like velvet floating into your ears, “What did you say?”

“I asked what you wanted to drink. You’re at a bar, people usually come here to drink.”

The man’s eyes raked down your body, and you felt yourself blush as he took in every inch of you, from the top of your head to the glass in your hand. 

He coughed. 

“Just a beer.”

“Coming right up,” you turned reluctantly, not quite wanting to escape the gaze of your latest customer. 

When you turned back, he appeared to be back in that little world of his. He looked so thoughtful, so damaged, it made your heart hurt. 

“You okay there, buddy?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks,” he snapped out of his daze quickly enough, nodding his head in gratitude as he took the first sip from the beer you’d placed on the bench. 

“Well, just gimme a shout if you want anything.”

“When do you get off?”

You stopped in your tracks, the question racing through your mind. Sure, plenty of people had asked that question, plenty of people had been turned down. But this man, he was different. He had an edge to him that enticed you. He seemed broken and hurt, maybe just as much as you. 

“In half an hour.”

He smiled, the sight giving you goosebumps. 

“See you then, uh…”


“Y/N. Suits you. I’m Dean.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear, attempting to hide your own smile. 

“See you then, Dean.”

When what seemed like the longest half an hour of your life had passed, you found Dean sitting in the same spot where you had first met him. 




You stifled your laugh at the irony. Maybe serving each other drinks would become your thing. 


Before you knew it, Dean had jumped over the bar, grabbing a bottle of beer and giving it to you.

“You know, I could get into trouble for letting you do that.”

“Only if you tell anyone you did.”

You both laughed, the smell of the alcohol on his breath strangely intoxicating. 

“So, Y/N, tell me about you.”

Suddenly, you felt yourself wanting to reveal everything to this man. The urge was overwhelming, like you had known him for years. The urge to be near him was even more so. If he left, you weren’t sure you would be able to breathe. 

“Um, I’m just kinda moving around I guess. Going place to place, never really settling.”

That pretty much summed it up. 

“Join the club,” Dean took another sip of his beer, “Life on the road, listening to the same old music in the same old car with the same old people. Of course, the car is, well, the car’s my baby.”

You and Dean talked like what seemed for hours, him telling you about his family business with his brother, you telling him about the money you were saving up for a new car. 

He was the first nice guy you had met in ages, but you knew, deep down, that it wasn’t going to last. 

When the night drew to an end, you felt deeply saddened by the fact that you may never meet Dean again, and you could tell by the look on his face that he felt the same way about you. 

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“You too, Dean.”

He leaned over, and you found yourself once again lost in the deep green whirlpools that were his eyes. He placed a light kiss on your cheek, and pressed a crumpled up piece of paper in your hand. 

“Call me,” and with that, he walked out the door. 

You touched your cheek, the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin sending shivers down your spine.

You took note of the paper in your hand, instantly seeing the phone number that had been scrawled across it. 

Dean Winchester, A Fellow Lost Soul.

seasonablysanguine  asked:

I got my mom to start reading soc and Kaz is her favorite character atm. When I asked her why she said, and I kid you not, "Because he's mysterious and savage as fuck." Help.

asdfjkshg your mom is relatable because that was my first reaction too. did she get to the part where he cuts the guy’s eye out because that’s when his savagery intensifies like 1000 percent….and so did my love for him 

evak moments we’ve missed since the last clip

obviously we missed new year’s kiss, even’s birthday and valentine’s day, but also:

  • exactly 3 dates where they went to a restaurant
  • the moment when even got a permanent toothbrush at the kollektiv
  • the moment when isak got a permanent toothbrush at even’s
  • the first time, when they didn’t sleep together, isak has to text even in the morning, asking: “have you seen my shirt at yours? i can’t find it here”
  • even makes isak watch the get down with him and isak rolls his eyes but gets all warm and fuzzy inside when even pauses the episode for the fiftieth time and talks about Theories™
  • when even tells isak about his best bro mikael and isak encourages even softly when even feels a bit lost about what he should do. after all, he pushed mikael away and never replied, never answered his phone, deleted all his social media and literally erased himself from his best bro’s life.
  • when mikael texts him out of the blue again, and isak says, “you really should talk to him, even. i see you miss him a lot, and he clearly misses you too.”
  • a date at the movies. they probably watched moonlight. even absolutely loved it, and talks about all the details and the scenes from it, whereas isak thought it was an alright movie, but he personally would’ve liked a bit more action.
  • a scene at the kollektiv, even is lying on his stomach with music in his ears, and isak is lying on the floor with books spread out. even looks down on isak, notices the frown in concentration and isak’s tongue stuck out as his eyes run across the book he’s reading.
  • isak gets the first rush of spring feelings and drags even along to get a lot of ice cream. like. a lot.
  • isak finally bringing even home to his mother, and is so relieved that it goes well. even rly understanding and super patient when his mother zones out and repeatedly asks even and isak about what they were talking about.
  • isak also brings even home to his dad, and even is a bit surprised because “i never heard you mentioning you had a sister???” bc honestly, isak has a little sister called lea and she’s super cute and absolutely adores even (”issy you’re together with a disney prince!!!!”
  • also: even noticing baby pictures of isak. how cute.
  • isak crying to a movie they’re watching and even gives him a lot of Soft Kisses™
  • isak sends even a lot of weird science memes that even almost understands but not really, but it’s cute and even loves it.
  • isak is a Needy Drunk™ and finds that the best seat is in even’s lap
  • isak is a Needy Drunk™ so when isak is sitting on the couch/chair/whatever and even is standing just a bit away, talking to sana or vilde or magnus or smth, isak pulls even into his lap and whispers “mine” into his ear, and buries his face in even’s neck because he wants to be so very close to his boyfriend
  • there’s probably a party where isak drank a bit too much and his body rejects it quite violently at 12am and even takes good care of him, only that isak starts to cry bc he feels disgusting and thinks even will leave him (listen, isak has abandonment issues and combined with too much alcohol? oh man)
  • even has another manic episode and decides to take isak on a trip to the mountains to skii and a lot of cuddles in a bungalow or smth
  • isak takes good care of even on the way back bc even is slipping into a depressive episode again
  • even tries to eat with chopsticks and isak is obviously quite pro at it, tells even to “get to his level” with a cocky eyebrow
  • mikael and even finally meeting up and it goes super well. isak is there, yousef is there, and isak and yousef get on rly well, while mikael and even reminisce the good ole days
  • at some point even probably climbs a tree for the vine (read: the IG story). u can hear isak laughing so hard in that video.
  • eskild is assigned on cat watch for some reason and isak loves the kitty and even melts bc look at isak being very soft with the kitty!!!
  • even preparing for the russ, and isak helping with even’s stress, because woah, he’s graduating, and even rly doesn’t want to fail…. again…… u know

i’d like to thank @secondhand-sunlight​ for making me think about this again bye

  • dumbledore: attention students! this week we've decided to change the house colours because i lost a bet with professor grubbly-plank. so! your new house colours will be...
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  • dumbledore: slytherins get cerulean, just like draco's eyes in bad fanfics. sorry, orbs.
  • dumbledore: and gryffindors wear tie-dye exclusively now. yes, even your underwear.

“I looked over at Harrison. He was … God, he was just so handsome. No. No, more than that. He looked like he could lead the charge into battle, take the hill, win the duel, be leader of the gluten-free world, all without breaking a sweat. A hero’s face—a few strands of hair fell over his noble, slightly furrowed brow—watching the horizon for danger in the form of incoming indigenous armies, reflective, concerned eyes so deep in thought you could get lost down there and it would take days to fight your way out. But why run? It couldn’t really be a hardship to find yourself lost in such a place with all that wit and ideas safely stored there. Hey, man! Wait a second! Share the wealth here. Give the face to one man and save the mind for another and both would have plenty. But no! This was the ultimate living example of overkill. So how could you ask such a shining specimen of a man to be satisfied with the likes of me? No! Don’t tell me! The fact is that he was! Even if it was for a short while.” - Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist

I’m not writing to you to tell you what you’ve done wrong. No, I think we moved past that point. Today I’m writing to you to tell you what you deserve.

You deserve to love someone who is ready to get lost in your eyes, who embraces your flaws and your quirks, who laughs at your horrible jokes like I did and who smiles in between kisses. You deserve someone who makes you smile so big that your cheeks hurt, someone who picks up the phone for you in the middle of the night and who’s there to hold the pieces of your world together when you feel like everything around you is falling apart.

And I’m so sorry.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted and I’m sorry you weren’t what I expected. I know it’s not my fault and I know it’s not yours. Let’s put the blame on something we can’t control like bad timing or too much work or the weather, maybe? Something that makes us feel less responsible for ending something beautiful. Something that makes us remember a wonderful time for exactly what it was: talking deep into the night, stained coffee cups and dancing in the rain.

Even though it ended (not on good terms, either) I just wanted to wish you well. The happiness we had is the happiness you deserve for the rest of your life. I just wanted you to know. And I hope you never forget on nights that are too short and days that are too long for you to remember.

—  an open letter to you
I didn’t tell anyone about you, except maybe the moon. I’d sneak out past midnight, when the night is at its darkest, the moon at its brightest, and the sky at its prettiest. I’d stay outside for hours singing songs only the moon could hear. I’d tell her all about you - what you look like, what you seem like, what you feel like. I told her about how you and I met, and I think she was shocked on how vividly I remembered it. I also told her about your eyes and how I almost always get lost in them. Truthfully, she knows everything I know about you. These are things I can’t tell anyone else; it’s a secret I can only share with her. Sometimes, I think she responds. You know, sometimes she slighty changes colors. And sometimes, the nightlight looks like it’s dancing. But some nights she looks tired, maybe I’m not the only one talking to her. I once asked her, if you talk to her too. And if so, do you tell her about me the same way I tell her about you?
—  waferqueen 
i could write you a paragraph about how the way you smile gives me butterflies. i could write you a page about how my skin tingles after you touch it. i could write you an essay on how often i get lost in your ocean blue eyes. i could write you a novel about how much i love you… but you wouldn’t read it.
—  you wouldn’t care
There’s something pulling us together and I can’t put my finger on it like how I could when you dragged me by the hands out onto those lost, lost streets from when we first met. Everybody laughs, it can’t be your laugh, can it? We all have a story as old as pain, some lovers change us into an ending that we’ll always smile at, but can’t watch or finish reading– you don’t know the things that you do to me. Maybe in some ways, you barely know yourself. Having lived in your skin for that long, having to see through your eyes for years. You may never know how I see you, how I feel you, but we’re never together. Lost, lost like how I get when we’re sitting besides one another, this chapter doesn’t end well for us. I blow out the candles and pray the stars don’t show your signature, the moon is heavy when the sun is dry. I never knew love until I met love, I didn’t know that you could be this sweet. We live this life and never think, we feel our ways into our next mistake, we blindingly accept our love that wasn’t meant to be and yes, why yes, of course it’s okay to stay sober. When the tea is calm, when the world stops spinning and when my thoughts sleep, rest doesn’t come easy when you’re running through each memory trying to make me remember you. It doesn’t get easier than this, but it’s also difficult. You live life and never expect dreams to become real, it’s nice to say that I’ve had a dream about you, but it ends with us letting go. I could talk to you for hours, I should have talked to you for hours, I would’ve talked to you for hours… but it’s not right and it’s like a rose that wasn’t supposed to grow in a garden that’s so far from home. I didn’t know a thing about love until I met you on those lost, lost streets. Maybe it’s better this way. To remember you as this. Beautiful, beautiful. Maybe it’s like a scratched cd. I’ll loop your smile into my memories. I’ll play you everyday. You’re my favorite song, but even songs must stop end when the beat stops. You’re my favorite everything, gravity doesn’t know how you do it, but you’re always pulling me back to you. I can love you, I love you, but that’s all that we’ll ever be. That’s it though, isn’t it? Knowing that I love you now. Right at this second, even if we’re gone in the future. Now, this moment. It’s all that I am. We may change, we may be different, but as long as I love you now… the search for who will be on those lost, lost streets, it’ll always be us to me.
—  scratched cd hearts without a beat
By Royal Decree (Part 11)

Summary: Royal AU; you are engaged to be married to the Crown Prince James Barnes. That’s the last thing you want, especially when you meet him and find out he’s the opposite of everything you had pictured. How will you get through it all?

Word Count: 1,873

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Finally! Omg, I hope you guys enjoy this part. Sorry it’s a little short, but I wanted to put out something today. 

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Steve’s lips against your own was something you had wanted for a while. Hell, you knew there was something between the two of you that went further than the friendship that had blossomed. Yet when his lips parted to take your bottom one, you couldn’t revel in the sensations, you couldn’t let yourself get lost in how good it felt and how you had desired this for so long.

The ring on your fourth finger suddenly weighed too much and your eyes opened. Stiffening, you pulled away from Steve, shaking your head as you tried to not look as guilty as you felt. He looked momentarily startled before a range of emotions flitted over his face that let you know that he wasn’t happy about having the kiss be cut short.

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Attention followers in or near Olympia, Washington, USA!

I know this isn’t quite what I normally post but this is Thorin Ukko and he has gone missing near French Road NW in Olympia. This is being posted on March 12, 2017

He belongs to my best friend in the whole world and they’re very worried about him. I’m across the country and can’t help search so I’m asking any of you who are nearby to help keep an eye out for Thorin.

He’s sweet and friendly but sometimes shy and was wearing a red collar with grey pirate-cats on it when he was last seen.

A reward is being offered. If you or anyone you know spots Thorin, please contact

If I get any updates I’ll be sure to post them. This post and any updates will be tagged “lost pet” and “finding Thorin”

Thank you for your time and attention. Reblogs are appreciated. I’ll update the original post with updates in addition to reblogging.

Update 3/21 - Thorin is still missing! There was a sighting on 3/17 by the Texaco near Evergreen and one on 3/20 on French Loop.

If you or anyone you know is near Olympia, please spread the word! I’m feeling very helpless that I can’t go out and help look and this kitty means the world to my friend.

Thanks to everyone who’s reblogged, sorry for the delay between updates!

So do it. Open your window while you sleep- open it so the dreams can get in, and maybe you’ll see dark gold hair and his eyes staring right into your face with that slow-then-fast grin of his. Maybe you’ll catch his scent on the breeze that carries the sun with it, and you’ll ache for what he gave you, an age ago and yet so close to now that it’s almost right here. Maybe you’ll feel his touch and his whisper in your ear, the ‘your eyes are so blue it hurts’ and the way he catches his breath when you walk into the room.

Open the window you fool- what’s life without it?

—  j.f // night time thoughts and a sunlit morning memory • excerpts of stories I will never write

RFA + V + Unknown: Cuddling scenarios

(Very mild spoilers for Jumin and Unknown and mild spoilers for Seven)


  • You’re both in a field, somewhere he claims hes been hiding from you for a long time and he wanted to surprise you tonight because it was a ‘special night’
  • You’re pretty sure its just because he wanted to ride his bike but
  •  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who’s asking
  • He brought along a whole picnic too and you cant help but be impressed
  • Even if its just store bought food and goldfish bread but still
  • Cmon with that loving smile he could feed you insects and you’d still willingly eat it
  • You’re lying down next to each other, your head on his chest as you both look up at the sky, or so you thought
  • Hes staring at you, but you’re too lost in the stars to even realize
  • He probably does the “the view is great thing” while looking straight at you lets be honest here
  • But honestly though, how did he get so lucky with you?
  • You smell like strawberries and marshmallows and your eyes are so bright and alive and your lips are so pink and look so soft and
  • Oh whoops hes hugging you
  • You burst into giggles and he swears that his heart stops for a second because your laughter is the best sound hes ever heard and he would give up acting in a second if he could hear it for even one more second.
  • So he decides to continue hearing it, and tickles you
  • Zen you little shit
  • After you regain your breath again, you look at him once more only to find him staring at you with the most adoring look
  •  And that’s when you know you found the one


  • Of course hes playing LOLOL
  • Look is anyone really surprised?
  • And normally you’d play with him but you stopped because somEONE (COUGHS YOUR OWN TEAM MEMBER) DIDN’T LISTEN TO YOUR INSTRUCTIONS WHEN YOU CLEARLY SAW THE ENEMY TEAM AND KNEW WHATS UP  you just didn’t feel like playing anymore uwu
  • You’re craving cuddles but hes playing the game which basically means hes not sleeping for a few more hours smh this nerd
  • But you’re persistent, and before you know it you’re pulling his chair away slightly before just plopping down onto his lap
  • Oh hi there
  • He blushes and smiles at you
  • “hey ther-WA TCH OUT FOR THE ENEMY”
  • You roll your eyes at him playfully but you also snuggle in
  • To your surprise he turns off his microphone???
  • Hes still playing tho but hey turning off his microphone is a big step ok
  • He smells fruity with a tinge of detergent to your relief because you love him but spending a long amount of time at the computer does not normally make people smell good, but he also smells like-
  • “yoosung?”
  • “yeah?”
  • “why do you smell like the cupcakes I bought for my friend?”
  • “…oh”
  • Smh this child.
  • you both laugh though, and your night continues with small talk and small kisses pressed to the underside of his jaw and he can’t imagine it any other way.


  • The first time you two cuddled it was bc she was really stressed.
  • Bc omg she needs to make paperwork for the café and try to import some high quality beans and wheRE is that furniture magazine oh my god how is she supposed to know what shade goes best with white sand??
  • Spoiler alert its province blue
  • You literally have to pull her to the couch, but shes still insisting that she has to get up and work and fill up more forms and
  • Oh
  • You’re on her lap
  • You’re rubbing her back softly and just humming and her heart beats so fast its like the time she saw Zens Zorro poster for the first time
  • She smells of her paperback notebook, cinnamon and, of course, coffee, and holy shit you wish you could just buy her scent as a candle
  • Turn out you can its literally called cinnamon coffee candle
  • You buy it and paste her name on it. Its ur mini jaehee. u cover it in a blanket when its extinguished and cry when it finishes
  • She actually relaxes????? You did the impossible??
  • She grips on your waist like you were the last cup of coffee on earth and its quiet except for your humming and if someone had told her past self of this scenario she would have never believed it
  • But its real- you’re real and shes never been more blessed.


  • He was reading alone in the living room
  • You had gone to bed earlier, and he had decided to settle down with a glass of wine and, of course, Elizabeth the 3rd.
  • He didn’t get very far, before you emerged from the bedroom, hair a mess and eyes slowly drooping.
  • He really needs to pay for a photographer to capture you at every moment because even now you still make his heart ache with your beauty.
  • “What are you doing, still awake?”
  • “I can’t sleep, can we cuddle?”
  • He throws everything away (rip Elizabeth) and brings you back into the bedroom
  • You’re both lying down on the bed, and he can’t help but be happy because he loves talking to you at night when theres no one else to disturb the both of you.
  • “Why can’t you sleep?”
  • Silence.
  • …shes already fallen asleep hasn’t she.
  • If he knew what smh was he would have used it.
  • But instead he takes the time to fully appreciate her.
  • He always believed that he didn’t need a woman.
  • After all he had Elizabeth the 3rd. Isn’t she enough?
  • Look at his father. He loved him, yes, but to see a woman so clearly take advantage of him and have everyone realize but him? It was his worst nightmare.
  • Yet she came into his life, and she actually cared about him.
  • Rika had V, and this girl could have had anyone else in the RFA, but she chose him.
  • Even when he wasn’t acting rationally, making mistakes when he should always know better, she stayed by him. Took care of him. Loved him, even.
  • He had all the money in the world, but she was worth every penny.
  • She moves slightly in her sleep, grabbing onto him as if to ensure that he stayed.
  • But she didn’t need to worry.


  • Its late and you’re tired
  • There was one particularly annoying guest that you had to spend the whole day talking to explain every single detail of the party
  • Of course, at the end he found your service horrible and refused to go
  • :))))))))
  • You’re lying on your back on the bed with your eyes closed because you simply cant be bothered with moving. This is who you are now. If Seven wanted to talk to you he needs to get in line because now its time for-
  • Wait a minute
  • You cant hear his keyboard clicking away
  • Somethings w-
  • And before you know it you feel a very familiar body on yours
  • -rong. Godammit Seven
  • He smells like, to no ones surprised, Honey Buddha Chips and Dr Pepper, but by now the smell is comforting to you.
  • “its noth-“
  • ..
  • Did he
  • Did he really program the cat to play airhorns to the tune of Darude Sandstorm?
  • You cant help but burst out laughing, and although he laughs too, he cant help but feel relieved that the stressed look is gone from your face, even if just for a little.
  • He may joke a lot, but he genuinely cares about you so much.
  • You’re one of the only constants he has in his life. One day, if he disappears, he knows that you’re not going to give up, that you’re going to follow him and disappear too, and while that makes him feel guilty beyond relief, it also makes him feel unbelievable happy and loved.
  • Hes felt so alone for so long, but now he has you.
  • He feels his throat get restricted, and to hide his face he just hides his face in your hair, blowing raspberries to make that smile stay on your face.
  • He doesn’t go back to work that night.
  • You’ve always been there for him, so now he’s going to be there for you.


  • He loves cuddles bc he loves you so much??????????? Like oh my god im allowed to hug you close and just hold you. you’re real and you want to be with me and v.exe has broke
  • you both had spent a couple of hours in the forest, before the rain had interrupted.
  • now, you’re on his lap on the couch, looking over the photos hes taken.
  • with the rain falling outside, how you looked in an oversized sweater and your cheery comments at each photo, he had never felt so calm.
  • His hand was tracing shapes onto your thigh and he wasn’t even paying attention to the photos, he was just staring at you.
  • Your hair was so fluffy, your skin looked so soft, your eyes were so focused yet they were shining, your lips pulled back in a soft but warm smile and
  • Whoops he didn’t even hear what you said.
  • You had asked him his plans for these photos, but he was just staring at you with such a beautiful smile how on earth did you not start sobbing at that moment?
  • He smells like the rain and pine trees, but he also smell like warmth, if it had a scent.
  • You just put your arms around him and squeeze because oh my god you love him so much hes so adorable??
  • Hes blushing because hes pretty sure hes been caught staring at you but he hugs you back and you both just stay like that, giggling and talking, the camera forgotten on the sofa.
  • Hours later you wake up only to find that you are trapped. Hes asleep and he is not budging. 
  • Hope you’re ready to spend the rest of your life there.
  • Though you have a feeling you are.


  • It was still late at night, but you were still up doing work
  • Or, as others saw it, watching the seventh season of Modern Family, but still
  • You were so into the show that you didn’t see the man coming out of the bedroom, a small hint of fear hidden in his eyes.
  • He closes your laptop, but before you could complain he grabs your hand and drags you to the bedroom.
  • You’re still confused, and slightly annoyed because that was a good part of the episode, but that was when you notice it.
  • The way he’s holding you so tight? The way his breathing is uneven, as if he’s run a marathon? There was only one answer.
  • He had a nightmare.
  • Of course, he denies it when you say it out loud, but the fact that he’s still holding on to you tells you that it was the truth.
  • You feel your heart swell when you realize that he wanted to be with you after he had a nightmare, but you quickly realize: you have no clue how to comfort him.
  • ????? Dr Phil never thought me these things
  • So, you start to sing, because hey, that’s the only plan you have.
  • He hated nightmares, and hated the fear and the feeling of weakness they brought him.
  • His first thought was to be with you, because being with you always made him feel safer  so you just being there would be more than enough.
  • Except he quickly realizes he’s wrong when he hears you sing.
  • O h my god is he dating a reincarnated siren.
  • Your voice is beautiful, soft and melodic as you sing the first lullaby you could think of.
  • It happened to be a song about a sky, and as you sing, he catches himself seeing a sky in his mind and hes decided that if he were to die now, he would die happy.
  • Had he known that day he sent you that message, that you would be the one to calm him down and help him through thick and thin, that you would have shown him love that he wouldn’t have known existed, he would have scoffed and said that he already knew that love didn’t exist.
  • But, as he hugs you even tighter, listening to your voice, he realizes he was wrong.
  • Boy was he wrong.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: I was wondering can I have a request of Dean x reader where they use to hunt together and dressed kinda like a tom boy but Dean loved her and the she went on her own for a bit then like years later she’s like all hot now like wears heals and looks badass ?? Thank you!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: A little bit of some cute Dean…

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a mother can be a monster when she has needles for teeth and cuts your face open when she kisses your cheeks and then sews you back together, over again, because she braids your hair so tight it rips your skull like teddy bear flesh, (all soft from the lipstick skinned child love from your little brother, smelling of his baby spit and dust bunnies) but like I said you rip open.

you leak stuffing, and she spits her sour wine spit into your hair for not being able to keep yourself together,

when she tells you to bring your brother some milk for his nightmares and when you walk into his room he screams at your face. reverberating into a film noir, horror flick that teen hearts race to, secrete fluid to, you are the monster. you are the creature feature angry, wild eye boys overstep their bounds to at the drive in. you are the acre of corn maze kids are getting lost in on Halloween night, you are the yelp when the lights go out and he puts his tongue in. the fake blood is gushing, the twins are asking if you want to play. no one can tell the ingenue’s scream from some slut in a broken down truck.

your googly teddy bear eye is popping out by a rusted spring. you look like the black and white Frankenstein your brother cried to with your fathers hand keeping his twisting neck still. to make him a man. for the greater good, that loves the ready made microwaveable skin of young boys. and you big sister, taller than the tree he climbs, you let him fall now, your winter branches weak from the arthritic rain falling from crying stars with daggers in their white knuckles. heaven is poisoning us tonight.

who is protected? who is just lost? I’m asking because I see his pubescent emotions weigh on you like the Christmas lights flickering out beneath the heavy snow. our tree is naked and shivering, it’s leaves like impulsively cut hair falling across the cold mud flesh, and freezer burnt feet. you let him fall. you gave him scars. everybody always says you’ve got your mothers eyes, and you’re a monster

so why don’t you just dig in?

—  1. tales from your house at midnight

“It’s a party?”

Yes.” Dandy rolled his eyes and pulled you roughly along through the hotel hallway. “I’ve told you now for the billionth time. I’m a very special guest that they are honouring for my performance at the freakshow. And you’re my plus one. Now hurry up, your slowness is irritating.”

Walking into the room, you greeted by all sorts of people. They all had the same energetic, wild atmosphere around them but none of them stood out just as much as the host of the party. You had thought he was watching Dandy at first, but his eyes were strictly on you. His expression looked lost, dumbstruck, but his eyes remained dark and longing. 

“What is he staring at?” Dandy demanded, pulling on your arm a few times to get your attention. 

“I don’t know,” you confessed, watching as the host began to walk over. “But I’m sure we’re about to find out.” 

The man smiled when he reached you and and took your free hand, giving it a small kiss. “I’m James Patrick March, and you are?”