when he realizes what she meant

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: dustin gave up on the girl he liked because he knew she was meant for lucas. when he saw how happy they were at the ball he moved on. although he was heartbroken he put on his best smile and was confident he could get any girl he wanted to dance with him. he then went to stacy, she said no and her friends laughed at him. he didn’t quit though. he continued to happily make moves until he finally realized no one wanted him.he wasn’t good enough for anyone. he cried, his smile and confidence all gone. a child’s confidence all gone.

Please Forgive Me, Lance

Blue hated this so much. She’d wanted to go back on it ever since the first second she stopped letting Lance in. He looked like he’d cry. That made her want to cry, too.

But that had nothing on right now. It was in the middle of the night, two or three am in Earth time- Lance’s time.

He walked up carefully to her, looking her in the eye for two seconds at most, “Hey, Blue…. Look, I know you don’t want me, but I need to know. Please tell me why you gave me up.”

She’d wanted to. She’d wanted to reach out to her boy, to say, But I do want you. And it’s killing me that I can’t let you come back to me right now. And it’s killing me that it’s hurting you. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

He continues, “Please, Blue… I want to know why you gave me up. I need to know why I’m not worthy of you. Am I even worthy of Voltron anymore?” His voice cracked, forcing the lion’s heart to follow suit. You are more than worthy. If anything I am unworthy of you. I didn’t want to, Lance, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.

He’d whispered, “Why can’t I ever be good enough? Why am I always just a fill-in? Why can’t I ever be more than just an extra wheel?!” Blue hated this with every fiber of her being. She didn’t want to push him out. But she had to, for Voltron. Fight now, all she wanted to do was tell the world Fuck Voltron.

He’d dropped to his knees now, shoulders shaking. Little splash noises hit the ground. Blue felt her hypothetical stomach drop the second she’d realized what they were. Tears.

But God, how it hurt her when he sobbed, “Why did you even bring me here?! If you were just going to… to ditch me like that, why did you bring me here at all?!”

I’m sorry, Lance, I’m so sorry. I want you to pilot me, but you can’t. Not right now. I love you so much, but I can’t.

He’d sobbed, “I’m not even meant to be on this team! I want to go home, where I’m wanted!”My baby, you are wanted, I’m so, so sorry I can’t tell you and none of us want you to leave. You’re meant to be here, Lance. Please know that.

A whispered voice of, “Lance?” The former Red Paladin had walked over, Lance frantically wiping his eyes. He’d realized it was too late, just letting tears fall.

Lance whispered, “Keith. I just… why doesn’t Blue love me anymore?!” He latched onto the other’s neck, sobbing. I love you so so much Lance, my baby, my raindrop. She felt bad using that nickname. She felt she didn’t deserve it with how she was forced to treat Lance.

Keith had whispered back, “I don’t know, Lance… I’m sorry. I’m sure she has a reason.” Keith had glared up at her. He loved Lance a great deal, she could tell that by his normally fiery and passionate gaze becoming a cold and unforgiving glare.

After Keith had gotten Lance back to his room, probably to sleep, he’d returned. He had the same stony and cold look in his eyes. He was angry that she’d hurt him. Angry at her. She was angry at herself, too.

He told her, “You hurt him. A lot. I don’t understand why you aren’t fixing it. He’s doubting his place on the team because of you.” I know, and I hate it. I can do nothing.

Keith continued, “I don’t know what came over you, but freezing him out like that has made him so insecure. He doesn’t even think he deserves to be called a Paladin. All because you couldn’t spare two fucking sentences to tell him otherwise.” I wanted to. Go, how I wanted to.

She wasn’t angry at him. In all honesty, under all the sadness and guilt plaguing her, she was glad Lance had him.

“I just don’t get it. He was so devoted to you. I mentioned you once outside his door, and he made sure to tell me that you two were very happy together and that you were his lion only. He loved you-still does-and you don’t even care enough to tell him he’s important?!”

“Why don’t you get it, Blue?! I know how it feels to be abandoned like that. It kills you. It makes you feel like you don’t deserve the ground you walk on, the air you breath. It makes you feel so alone, even if you’re in a room packed with people. You’re hurting him so much, Blue. Do you even care enough to fix it?”

She did care. So, so much. She’d be killed for her Paladin without thinking twice. He was her baby. She loved him with everything.

“He thinks you hate him. I know that isn’t totally true. Because if it were, you wouldn’t deserve to be a lion. I try to tell him he’s important and wanted and loved, but he doesn’t listen. He thinks that just cause we’re dating I’m lying to make him feel better. He talks so highly of you.”

I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve him. I’m horrible and awful and I shouldn’t have ever agreed to Black’s plan. I’m going to strangle her. He doesn’t deserve something like me.

He’d finished off with, “You’d think that after all that’s happened, you’d know that mistakes of this scale last a lifetime, and do irreversible damage.” After, he stormed out, leaving her to her thoughts. She was pushing the other lions out at all costs right now.

I hate this so much, and I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can. As soon as Shiro comes back, you’ll come back to me, and I’ll tell you everything.

She felt awful. She hurt her baby. Made him feel like he doesn’t belong. Made him think she hated him.

I’m so incredibly sorry, Lance. I can’t… I can’t let our connections come back, or I won’t be able to take it away again. I just hope Red will comfort you. Please don’t hate me, Lance. Please remember all the times I’ve told you how great you are.

I hate this so much, and I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can. As soon as Shiro comes back, you'lll come back to me, and I’ll tell you everything. Every single word about how great you are. Maybe then you’ll know why I did this. Please don’t hate me.

Please forgive me, Lance.

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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Beasts and Monsters:

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is canon or completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, that’s perfectly fine! Everyone has a different point of view, but if you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages, do me a favor and please just don’t even bother.

So since it has been confirmed that the Ackerman clan are known as a subproduct of titan science on the mainland of Marley, and thought to be Myth’s until Zeke, and I assume Reiner too, confirmed their existence to the Marlian governent, what if Annie knew this so called legend about the Ackerman’s too?

What if she knew and after hearing Mikasa’s surrname, came to the realization that the myth was actually true and that is where Mikasa’s insane strength and skill came from? And then, having made that connection, made the comment that Mikasa was a non-human beast when asked to share her fighting techniques, and instead of meaning it as and insult, meant it as an actual fact.

Annie calls Mikasa a beast, and later, Zeke calls Levi an outright monster. And he means it too. Not a monster in the sense of how powerful he is, but a literal living fucking nightmare that tore him to shreds, killed all of his titans, and managed to chase him all the way back over the wall. 

Even being fully aware that Levi had no blades left at his disposal to fight with, Zeke fled the battlefield and left Bertoldt to die as a result of having his power stolen. Choosing to risk the wrath of Marley and the loss of one of the most powerful titan abilities over having to possibly fight Levi again without his ability to shift.

That is how frightened of facing off against one of them Zeke truly is, and with good reason too.

So, after seeing two titan shifters (people who can shift into legitamate man eating rage-beasts that have killed TONS of people) refer to both Ackerman’s who have no abilities other than their strength (as far as we know) as something ghastly and fearful, on top of calling them a subproduct of titan science, mixed in with how fast they heal and how strong they are; I can’t help but question if those having blood of the Ackerman clan are actually 100% human. 

I can’t help but wonder if the reason they’re so feared, so strong, immune to the Founding Titan, and were at one point treated as a rogue weapon needing to be destoyed by the government they once served was actually because they are the ‘failed product’ of a titan shifter.

That the Ackerman’s are actually the result of human compassion and monster strength in one body. That they are, for all intents and purposes, a pefect mix of human and titan that was never intended to exist.

I wonder if they’re essentially a shared titan shifter that stands on the fine line at all times instead of needing to shift from one form to another. A perfect inbetween that is free of the paths connected to the Founding Titan, free of the 13 year life limit, and free of the curse that taints their blood. 

I can’t help but wonder if they’re actually the unintended, combined success of titan science and human nature.

‘Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to. That’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.’ - (This does not mean what you think it does....)

I haven’t written many original posts recently, but given what has happened today, expect quite a few over the next couple of days.

My first post is about the quote above. I wanted to just let my feelings settle a bit before writing this, but it just happens to be the first thing I noticed.

For those unfamiliar, I wrote a post a couple months ago about Kylo Ren and his motivations. It pretty much sums up what Lucasfilm presented to us in this trailer, as far as where Kylo Ren is, psychologically speaking, at the end of The Force Awakens. I would REALLY recommend reading it in order to understand where I am coming from concerning this post.

http://sakurau121.tumblr.com/post/157962305035/you-know-what-the-really-ironic-thing-is-with-kylo

As many of us suspected, the central theme of ‘The Last Jedi’ seems to be indeed that of finding one’s sense of identity

With the above quote I found myself viewing it in a very different light after watching the trailer a few times.

It’s partially to do with the tone of Kylo’s voice. He’s not angry, not even sad exactly. He almost sounds like he is advising someone. And the language also suggests that, when he talks about ‘what YOU were meant to be’, to me this alludes to the fact that he is either being metaphorical or speaking directly to somebody else.

This is purely my own speculation, but in my mind, he is actually speaking to Rey. This line might have been put in simply for the trailer and doesn’t actually exist in the film, but I think it’s part of a conversation. A conversation while Rey and Kylo are connected through the force? A conversation after Kylo reveals Rey’s past, including what happened to her family? Maybe. These are all possibilities.

But why would I jump to this conclusion? After all, isn’t he simply talking about killing his mother and uncle, after having killed his father?

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Actually, I say no.

And it’s for a very simple, logical reason that has nothing to do with sentimentality (although I, like many of you out there I suspect, did indeed tear up when Kylo’s thumb hovered over that button which, if pushed, would end up killing his mother).

It comes from comparing TFA with this trailer. You have to take into account of what has happened in TFA and how that has changed everyone. I don’t actually think Kylo is repeating himself here, that I believe is misdirect but again I might just be overthinking.

Kylo Ren says in the official trailer for TFA that ‘he will finish what Darth Vader started’.

Originally posted by star-wars-is-life

Throughout Episode VII, Kylo Ren is constantly emulating his grandfather, most likely because he wants to be like him. He cherishes Darth Vader’s crumpled mask like an old relic in a museum and wears his own mask proudly at the beginning of the film.

Now let’s compare that to this trailer. What does he do when he says -

‘Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to. That’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.’ 

What does he do?

Originally posted by boomdafunk

He destroys his mask.

In other words, he destroys his old self. The old self that emulated Darth Vader, that was trying to be like the grandfather and hid behind a mask.

This is incredibly literal as this is what the trailer actually wants you to see. The first interpretation one could logically form. And you see how Kylo Ren is doing a complete u-turn here. He is literally doing the opposite to what he did in the TFA trailer. You miss it perhaps because of the impact of what happens soon after this shot. But this point can be expanded upon, as I did in my previous post above.

Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, whoever he is, is trying to find his sense of identity. But he is no longer satisfied with trying to find it by looking into the past, by looking into his family’s history. This INCLUDES Darth Vader, not just Luke, Leia or Han.

I think he is in fact turning his back on his own lineage. Because he thought it would be enough. He thought that by finding out his grandfather was the powerful Sith Lord Darth Vader, he would be able to answer the question of why he could never find balance within himself.

Instead?

He’s even more lost now than he was before. He knows that the answer no longer lies with Darth Vader.

So how does this connect to his dialogue?

Because this mirrors another character’s trajectory. And I believe he says these words to the said character later in the film, when he realizes his past mistake.

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Rey.

Why? Because she is still struggling, just as he is, with finding ‘her place in all this’. In other words, finding her sense of identity.

What I think is truly amazing is that somebody else in this sequel trilogy has already said these words before, or at least something to this effect.

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‘The belonging you seek is not behind you, it is ahead.’

Phrased completely differently but when you put that next to -

‘Let the past die. That’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.’

Yes, I know I cut a piece of dialogue out but it’s clear what is happening here, and in fact what is happening throughout this trailer.

Kylo and Rey’s paths are not just similar.

They are one and the same.

This is why people have come away from this trailer questioning whom Snoke is referring to. Because in a way it doesn’t matter. The point Lucasfilm is making here is that ‘Rey and Kylo are two halves-’

And you can finish off the rest of that sentence.

Now back to what I said at the beginning of this post. I think we will find out more of Rey’s past, but my daydreaming self is saying that Kylo warns Rey, just as Maz did, to not let her past completely inform her future. Otherwise, she could end up like him, misguided and lost. When he says ‘kill it if you have to’, this could be on a figurative level or it may allude to Rey’s dark origins (stay turned for that post).

If what he’s saying is basically the same as what Maz recommends to Rey, then what does that say about Kylo? What does that say about the light and dark, if they are essentially saying the same thing? :-)

So what do you guys think? Let me know through comments and reblog and check out for more posts in the coming days. This is such an exciting time to be part of this fandom and I love you all very much! You make the experience a hundred times more moving and fun! I nearly screamed at the end of that trailer and for a minute thought I was genuinely hallucinating. Gobsmacked, speechless, is best way I can describe it.

anonymous asked:

she didn't tell us that. she just said that she realized that they both have deep feelings for each other and that that was the point where she wanted to end this because she realized that he has a totally different life (I guess she meant the paparazzi situation) and therefore she told him that she wants to break up and he was just like "no." and she was "excuse me?" It was really funny when she told us. But apparently he stayed and convinced her that he knew what he was getting himself into

I LOVE JOSEPH MATTHEW ALWYN WHAT A MAN  

TLJ : Kylo is the embodiment of Borderline issues.

Kylo is said by Rian to embody the passage from adolescence to adulthood. This is so true. But Kylo also embodies the complexity of borderline issues, and this is why he is such a modern character and that so many people can appeal to him, because it’s such a modern psychological problem. 

The abandonment issues: he feel rejected by every member of his family. For him, his mother had other things to do in politics, Han was never there, and from his point of view, his Uncle tried to freakin’ kill him. Abandonment issues are the core of the borderline problem. Accordingly, he wants to erase all the past. 

The identity problem: Borderlines have a strong identity problem. You can see that Kylo has a strong identity crisis. He was manipulated by Snoke since birth. He has a hard time to find who he is. He struggles with the legacy problem. He probably went crazy when he knew he was the grandson of Darth Vader. Ultimately he kills Snoke in an attempt to probably start anew and free himself from his clutches, to erase everything from the past, but in doing so, he wants to remplace Snoke by Rey to have guidance. He wants to start anew with Rey. “Rey, I want you to join me. Please”. He sees in Rey the only person that can help him. “You’re not alone. You neither.”

…And when she rejects him, he goes berserk. Abandonment all over again.The problem is borderline ultimately create their own fears. 

The Hubris problem: Borderlines have 2 worlds : a good one and bad one. Light and Darkness. But Darkness consumes them, and makes them arrogant. When Kylo confronts Rey in the Throne room, he is in the height of Hubris in his will for Power. He speaks to her arrogantly, “You are nobody, except for me.” He downplays her part in all the legacy of the Force, saying she is no one without him. Rey. The girl that slashed his face in half. If that’s not hubris at its climax, I’m the Queen of England.  

Violence and going to the extremes issues: Kylo is extremely violent, even if sometimes it is self-contained violence, which explode all of a sudden in the Temper Tantrums.™ But the contrast needs to be underlined : when he is with Rey he is calm,  more balanced, sometimes speaking softly and gently to her (elevator scene hello) He needs her to balance him. The problem is that he has no center and the extremes rule him. 

So the battle on Crait is so revealing in all the above. He killed Han and Snoke, his two father figures, in an attempt to erase his past. He interpreted his vision with Rey that she would join him. But she doesn’t, and that’s when he goes totally mad with blind rage, that he says he even wants to end her, when minutes before he was pleading her to join him. We see in the end that he meant nothing of it, kneeling in front of his Queen in a last Force Bond scene. 

In his rage he wants to destroy everything, and ultimately, this is one of the biggest issues of the Borderlines, they destroy what they most love. His last look at Rey in the force bond is him realizing that he freaking screwed it. He looks so sad and broken it hurts. 

The Runaway Ballerina

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, some Cas 

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Reader has been hexed by witch that turned her into a toddler, and a jealous Dean becomes very annoyed. 

A/N: I hit 100 followers, so in honor of that I’ll be posting some imagines so if you guys have any request send them down and I’ll try my best.


Part 2

Originally posted by helvonasche


Sam and Dean sit in baby staring at their once 25 year old sister who was now 4 years old in a ballerina outfit because that’s what she picked out at the store when they needed to buy her clothes. The previous hunt they were on Y/N got hit by some weird powder by a witch and Dean woke up the following morning to a tiny hand on his face.

“Why do you guys keeping wooking at me weird?” She ask looking between them. “You’re just so tiny.” Sam smiles. “She’s so cute!” Sam adds looking at Dean. “Yeah, I remember.” He mumbles as they get out the car to go food shopping for the bunker.

“Come on Y/N.” Sam chimes as he opens the back door for her. He holds her hand as they cross the street to the store. She lets go and runs to the shopping carts to grab one. They stand there watching her struggle to get one cart out because they were stuck together. (Don’t you just hate that) “I got it.” Sam chuckles getting it. As they walk in store Y/N skips ahead next to Dean to hold his hand but he keeps moving his hand so she can’t grab it.

“I don’t wanna hold your hand, thanks. I don’t wanna hold your hand.” He argues. She frowns and grabs a hold of his hand and grips it tight. “Ow, ow, let go of my hand.” He growls. “That hurts.” He glares down at her. She whimpers and peeks over to Sam who looks down at her. “What’s wrong bug?”

“Dean won’t hold my hand.” Y/N pouts. Sam gives Dean his signature bitch face and Dean grunts and grabs her hand. “She always did this before.” He mumbles but Sam just chuckles shaking his head. “Why did you choose a costume?” Dean ask looking at her ballerina outfit. “It’s not a costume it’s my protective gear.”

“How’s a ballerina costume suppose to protect you?”

“Are you crazy who wants to hurt a ballewina?” She protest. “Other ballerinas.” Dean shrugs. Once Dean had enough he throws Y/N in the seat of the cart and she rambles to Sam who too eventually has enough of her talk of Princes and fairies and he gives her his iPod. She bops her head and swings her hanging legs accidentally kicking Sam once in awhile listening to music as they get to the register. “Can I has some lime jerky?” She ask pointing down below to the candy and jerky. Sam is about to protest remembering her eating habit but Dean holds his hand up to stop him. “Your remember how she was when she didn’t get things. She whined and whined.” Sam grabs the jerky and puts it down with the of stuff and Y/N smiles. The ride to the bunker is an half hour away and Y/N becomes very impatient.

“Are we there yet?” She grunts tugging on her seatbelt. “We get there when we get there Y/N.” Dean answers annoyed. “Why do you have to be such a meany?” She yells. Sam stops Dean before he can even talk back. “Hey princess let’s play a game.” Sam says turning around in his seat. “Okay!”

“Let’s play the license plate game.”

“Yay okay!” Y/N props herself on the seat and looks out the window. There isn’t much cars on the road and she eventually falls asleep from boredom. When they arrive Sam carries Y/N down the stairs seeing Cas sitting in the war room. “Who’s the child?” He questions noticing a sleeping Y/N in Sam’s arms.

“Cas it’s Y/N.” He chuckles. “Y/N isn’t two feet tall.”

“She got hit by some mumbo jumbo powder and now she’s four years old so we need to find a way to reverse it.” Dean explains as they walk to the kitchen. “Cas would you mind taking her to her room?” Sam ask. Cas hesitates at first and nods. Sam passes her gently so she doesn’t wake up. She stirs in Cas’s arms for a moment and becomes still again. He takes her to her room settling her down on the bed. He admires her small body seeing fully that it clearly was Y/N. He remembers Y/N showing him some pictures of her and boys when they were younger.

An hour goes passed and the boys sit in the library reading some books. “Do children usually nap for this long?” Cas questions. “You have a point totally forgot. She’s too quiet now that I realize.” Sam intervenes. “Oh no.” Dean mumbles getting up. “What? What is it?” Cas questions following them to the kitchen.

“Whenever Y/N was quiet it meant that she’s was either hiding something or she’s going through the pantry for cand—”

Sure enough when they reach the kitchen they see a stash of candy wrappers opened along with other snacks, but that wasn’t the problem. This was Dean’s secret stash. “Son of bitch.” He stomps his boot. “If she throws up, I’m blaming you!”  Dean scolds at Sam with a pointed finger. They go into the hallways to look for her. “Y/N!” Dean screams. He goes to her room not seeing her there and is about to leave till he hears shuffling from the closet. He slowly walks up to the closet grabbing the door knobs and swings them open spotting the little ballerina with a chocolate stained mouth.

“THERE YOU ARE!” She screams crawling through Deans legs and makes a run for it in the hallway.

“Sammy get her!” He screams. Sam sees a small body dart across the hallway. He runs after her but loses her once he turns the corner. Five minutes go by and Dean doesn’t find her. “I’m tried of playing games Y/N come out now or it’s time out for you!” After three minutes of searching he meets in the war room with Sam. “She’s in so much trouble!” Dean grunts. “Dean, why are you so mad at her?”


“She ate my stuff!”

“No, not that. I mean ever since she turned you’ve been a meany like she said what’s up with that?” Dean doesn’t answer and looks away. Sam stands there waiting for the answer. Dean mumbles something inaudible he can’t hear. “What?”

“I said she likes you better then me.” He confesses. “Dean, what are you talking about?” He sighs before he answers.

“Every since Y/N was little she always liked you best. She was stuck to you like glue.” Sam stands there in shock. “Dean, she loves you a lot you know?” He raises an eyebrow hearing this. “Anytime you and dad were gone Y/N never shut about you. Asking me all these questions about cars and bugging me when you were gonna be back and how excited she was to learn  how to gank monsters from her big brother. Besides you too spend a bunch of time together now. Why is this affecting you?”

“Is that true?”

“Yes, I was kinda jealous because I thought she liked you more. And to be honest I’m a little jealous. You guys have a closer bond than I have with her now.” Sam admits. Suddenly Cas emerges into the war room carrying a crying Y/N. “What happened?” Sam ask. “Well when I was chasing her down she fell and hurt her knee.” He lifts her leg up showing the ripped pink unitard with a cut that is now bleeding just a little and the torn tutu. He goes to hand her to Sam’s out stretched arms but she whimpers rejecting him.


“I want Dean.” She whimpers crying. Dean lifts his head up hearing this and gets a good look at his baby sister. Her arms reached out for him leaning away from Cas. Her eyes puffy and red from crying. Dean realizes that he’s been so stupid that he didn’t need to be jealous, because him and Y/N get along perfect now when she’s not a toddler. She whimpers putting her arms down thinking her big brother yet again is rejecting her today until he reaches out for her and she quickly wraps her arms around his neck. “You okay?” He ask softly wiping her tear stained face. “No.” Y/N croaks shaking her head and he takes her to his room. He sets her down on his bed and helps her in one of his t-shirts after cleaning her face.


“I’m sorry I ate your candy.” She apologies in her small voice. “No, I’m sorry for being a meany today, I was just jealous.”

“Why?” She ask with a tilt of her head.

“It’s a long story. But let’s get a bandaid on this shall we?” He gets the first aid kit and cleans her scratch up. “Tank you.” She says once he’s finished. “Dean.” She calls out to him when he puts the stuff away. “Yeah?”

“Can we watch some cowboy movies?” He smiles at this and nods his head. “Sure thing sweetheart.” He sets the movie in his room while Cas helps her pop the popcorn. Half way through the movie Y/N starts falling asleep. He looks down under his arm seeing Y/N falling asleep with a piece of popcorn hanging of her bottom lip. “Getting sleepy there?” He lays down with her pulling the blanket up. “Frectles.” She mumbles. “What?” She puts one tiny finger in his face and says it again. “Frectles.” He frowns then gasp realizing what she meant. “You mean freckles.” He chuckles. “Yeah you has those.”

A/N: Would you guys like a Part 2?

Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

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The Painting

Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻

The Painting

When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.

Imagine Jensen showing to Misha and the fans what you, his fiance, love most in him.

“Hi, uhm my question is actually for the lady of the show that we all love very very much and appreciate, (Y/n).” a fan said with a bright smile and you giggled.

“Aw thank you so much, sweetheart! You know I love you all too!” you blew a kiss to her, making her smile even more.

“Of course we all love her, do you see this woman?!” Jensen exclaimed with wide eyes and a grin as wide as it could get, motioning with both his hands “I always agreed to the moto ‘Nobody’s perfect’ but damn my whole life proved to be a lie when I met this beauty!”

You giggled as you shook your head at your fiance’s words “And apparently Jensen’s favorite thing to do ever since that first meeting is make me blush fifty shades of red!” you bit your lip as you glanced at him to see he had that lovestrucksmile on his face as he giggled slightly. Well, at least his expression mirror yours.

“You know you love it too!” he said with a shrug, leaning in to kiss your temple as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “But, just so we can get it straight-” he turned to face the fans “Y'all I know how much you love this one, oh trust me I know better than anyone, but I am her number one fan, got it? Good.” he nodded his head firmly before chuckling.

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madoka makes me so mad with how the supposed moral of the story is dont let little girls get too prideful because they deserve unhappiness and despair and (the) universe is fueled by their suffering. there was no lesson to be learned from it. it was just gratuitous psychological violence against children, and its not like in anime you can’t depict children experiencing trauma or teach them humility, but like sailor moon did it first, better, and in a way that makes total sense. chibiusa was being a brat (as all 6 year old are) and her parents didnt coddle her, she became spiteful and selfish and became black lady and after all that she realized her parents do in fact love her, they just want her to stop acting like a baby, and that selfishness has consequences that affect everyone around you. now takeuchi was able to tell us the story of what happens when a girl becomes too prideful, she has consequences but once she adjusts herself, she learns to be a better friend and daughter. like that’s all it took. meanwhile this urobochi clown decides it’s better to showcase the deterioration of preteens for what? entertainment? and i know some things are meant to be all sparkle but no bang, but he literally spent the entire series putting these girls through so much and there wasnt even a reason for it, with no happy ending thus far. don’t get me wrong, when i pretend i live in a bubble and like the world acts how i want it to, i enjoy it a lot and just don’t watch the end of rebellion and im fine, and it goes without saying sailor moon has its flaws. i just think it could have been a great piece of work but you had to go and shit on it to knock some tweens down a few pegs like a sad old man

jacob black | imprinting

jacob black. 740 words.


Jacob Black was insanely, obsessively, painfully in love with Bella Swan, and it sort of killed you on the inside.


He and his father were family friends, which meant that the two of you had spent a lot of time together as kids. You were close — really close — so when you suddenly realized in your sophomore year that your feelings for him ran deeper than friendship, you’d expected him to feel the same way.


Only he didn’t.


You didn’t see what was so special about Bella. Not only was she super hung over on her previous boyfriend who had up and left her, but she was also only really using Jacob as the rebound guy. That was all he was to her, but even if it was so pathetically obvious, he was somehow okay with being strung on like that.


“Bella’s cool,” Quil defended when you voiced your complaints to him.


“Ugh, not you, too!” you groaned.


Embry shook his head and laughed. “(Y/N)’s just jealous,” he explained, “because she’s super into Jacob.”


“Am not!” you protested, even though you knew there was no way you could convince Embry. He knew you almost as well as Jacob did — if not better, sometimes.


And then Embry got a tattoo and cut his hair short, and ditched all his friends for Sam Uley’s gang, which seemed to have a jarring effect on Jacob. He kept telling you about the dread in his gut that seemed to tug at him in warning whenever Sam looked at him. Jacob was convinced he was next.


He wasn’t wrong.


One day, the two of you were in his garage together, talking and laughing about absolutely nothing, and then the next, he was unable to take visitors because he was sick, which was a bunch of bullshit, really, because shortly after, you saw him hanging out with Sam’s gang. Jacob was gone, too, just like Embry.


“He can’t talk right now,” Billy would say whenever you called.


Yeah, because he’s too busy kissing up to Sam Uley, you scoffed silently.


You couldn’t help but wonder if this was the way he was treating Bella, too. Or was she more important than you? Did he still keep in touch with her, despite being part of Sam Uley’s cult?


Things like that made you feel very insecure.


But luck seemed to finally make its way to your side — you stumbled across Sam’s gang as you made your way back from a lonely walk on the beach. They were rowdy, as usual, and even Jacob looked somewhat happy. It stung to know that he was perfectly okay ignoring you.


“Hey!” you shouted.


It got all of the boys’ attention. You noticed Sam wasn’t there with them, but that didn’t make them any less intimidating. Jared and Paul had been brainwashed first, and the influence Sam had on them probably ran deeper than that which he held on Embry and Jacob.


And then Jacob’s eyes locked on yours and it was like someone had pulled the ground from under your feet. A spasm of panic ran down your spine; what if he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore? He seemed so distraught and caught off-guard by you being there. He probably thought he’d made his desire to not be friends anymore clear enough. I was just too stupid to get it, you thought.


“Jacob?” Embry touched his shoulder softly, as if afraid to break him.


Jacob didn’t look away from you. He was frozen in place, like the hands of time were moving for everyone else but him. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t believe was actually there, a softness that seemed to stab at your heart over and over again.


This was your best friend — the boy you’d fallen in love with — and after years and years of being there for each other, he didn’t even have anything to say to you anymore.


“That’s fine,” you spat, voice breaking like glass. “Don’t say anything. Don’t pick up the phone when I call. Don’t let me know that you’re okay. Ignore me, Jacob. Because I deserve that after all we’ve been through.”


You jostled past him and as you walked away, Jacob seemed to finally snap out of it. He called after you, voice thick and raw with something you couldn’t identify, but it was your turn to ignore him.

This line was said in an interrogation while he was looking for a map to Ahch-To.

This island he sees - in this moment of distraction - in Rey’s mind is actually on Ahch-To.

He is seeing exactly what he seeks, but not in a way that he expected or is aware of - the Force is leading him to it, but only in a way that will connect the two beyond this moment.

Rey has always imagined this island - it’s her destiny to go there eventually.

And so, Kylo, too, will find his way to this island on Ahch-To in TLJ - making it *his* destiny, in turn, to go there.

He will likely find his way to this island through this Force bond the two have created - the bond created in this very scene, right before our eyes, as they both see this island together in their minds.

And this moment only happens because - before this - Rey has a vision in which she sees her destiny, where Kylo features prominently throughout.

Rey tries to run from her vision - her destiny - into the woods of Takodana.

Kylo, too, runs after her and the droid into the forest.

Despite trying to run from her destiny, Rey runs right into what she sees in her vision - the man in the mask.

Because he is her destiny. She cannot run from it.

And so, her destiny leads her to this interrogation - in which Kylo sees his own destiny through her vision of the island on Ahch-To.

Because Kylo, too, in the interrogation finds what he is looking for even when he doesn’t realize it. He is looking for the map, and seemingly doesn’t find it, but…

in a way he does find it. Just… not how that he expected. Because he is only meant to know it is Ahch-To when destiny calls him to it - and when Rey will be there with him.

The both of them are fated to be on that island, in Ahch-To, together.

The Force is drawing them both there, despite all odds.

This is clearly written into the script.

This scene is so much deeper and so much more meaningful than antis give it credence.

Also, I wish this scene were more deeply understood even by Reylos. There are so many reasons Reylo is going to be canon, but when you think about this scene in all of its depth, and how SO MUCH is going on beneath the surface… it is impossible to not see their fated connection - destinies intertwined.

REYLO IS SO CANON IT HURTS SOMETIMES.

This shit is meta as fuck.

Captain's Vigilante (1/?)

Word Count: 3700ish

Warnings: amateur author, first attempt at fan fiction, really really wordy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You are a genius vigilante, misunderstood, feared and on top of the Avengers watch list. They see you as a major to threat and has to be stopped. They’ve no idea you only have the best of intention but just has no idea how to express it a better way. And you like the reputation they gave you. It’s what you’re used to. After yet another visit to the Avengers tower and being caught and then being shot. Things take a turn for you both when Steve seemed to break those walls and get to know the real you.

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Saudade | Kim Jongin

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Genre: Soulmate/Reincarnation AU, Angst

 Warnings: mentions of death

 Summary: saudade {n.} — a deep longing for a possibility; a love for something or someone that remains even if that something or someone is already gone.


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T&S

Reader x Jungkook // 6020 words

Summary: Toddlers have always hated Jungkook and Jungkook have always hated toddlers  

“Jungkook… what the hell happened here? And why’s there spaghetti on the ceiling?”

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

A/N: swear this was just supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away. based on a lil story my lecturer told that one time (’:


“Well, we could just meet up at the library later?”

“I uh… I can’t,” You mumble, fidgeting in your spot because you’ve had a conversation just like this every week now.

“Y/N, we have to start the project today. He wants it in by tomorrow night.”

“I know, I know,” You sigh. “I’m sorry it’s just, I have to babysit my sister tonight… I’ll just work on it and then send it to you in the morning for you to compile and edit?”

“What? I’m not going to let you work on it alone,” He frowns. “I can just meet you at your place…”

“A-are you sure?” You ask and your eyes light up with hope. “I live about 20 minutes off campus by car…” You mumble.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, that’s what my last partner said too,” You laugh. “Really, Jungkook I can just do the wo—”

“Just text me the address. I’ll find my way there,” He smiles, cutting your sentence short.

“You don’t have to—”

“I have a class in 10 so I have to go… but text me your address okay?”

He doesn’t even wait to hear your reply, rushing out of the classroom before you could answer him.

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We Are Young: Chapter 6

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Elide couldn’t remember the last time she saw so many bodies packed into one area. She was pretty sure that by the looks of it, every teen in and around town had showed up to the party. Then again, why wouldn’t they? The Royals won - it was time to celebrate. 

The house lights were off and the house was lit by different strobe and laser lights someone had set up. Music blasted through huge speakers in the living room. There were drinks, bottles, and cups, littered in every room of the house.

Elide stood next to Manon as she chatted away with Asterin in the corner. The misery she’d been feeling for most of the night wrapped an angry hand around her heart and squeezed.

A mournful sigh made it’s way out of Elide’s lips as she slipped her coke. It was times like this, when there were people all around them, kissing and dragging each other off to more private rooms in the house, when it was difficult not to just touch Manon. She wanted nothing more than to hold her hand, place a kiss on her lips, or drape herself over her. But she couldn’t bring herself to. And being around other couples didn’t help.

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