yours fit perfectly

You’ll never stop thinking about it. You’ll never stop thinking about how on Monday she was looking into your eyes, that smile wrapped around her cheeks, telling you how much she loved you and how she’s going to marry you someday. You’ll never stop thinking about how by Friday that smile turned to a mouth full of words like “It’s over” “and “Take care of yourself.” You’ll never stop thinking about how by Sunday, you saw her on the corner of 5th and Harmon with another girl’s hand where yours fit so perfectly just days before. You’ll never stop thinking about it. So time becomes an illusion where Monday turns into days where you drown yourself in text books because you can’t stand to remember how just seven days ago she was in your arms. Friday’s become the day where you drink Vodka at your friend’s apartment because it’s the only thing that’ll block out the image of her hair blowing gently in the breeze as she took those final steps away from you. Sunday becomes a party with your bed and the darkness because sleeping is the only place where you don’t see her lips on another girl’s face. They say when you fall in love all sense of time becomes irrelevant. But they never talk about how when you fall out of it, how painfully aware of it you truly become.
—  Sunday’s were my favorite until I met you

when your pants fit perfectly and then you put them through the washer and the dryer and they shrink to barbie doll sized!! WHY

Preference - Cuddling

Dean:

It’s the feeling of stumbling through the bunker after a risky hunt - in Dean’s arms you find home. After you both peel off the sticky clothes and take a shower, Dean meets you back on the couch and your head fits perfectly into the crook of his neck. He inhales the smell of your shampoo, memorizing it. Lazily he drapes his arm around you and reaches up to run his fingers through your hair as he watches the TV’s light flicker off your face. It’s this moment Dean waits for after every hunt, and sometimes if he’s lucky when you’re just plain tired. So it’s when you nuzzle in closer and place a hand on his chest that Dean finally lets out a smile.

Sam:

Sam is patient with you, never pushing the relationship you continue to form each day. So when you join him under the sheets he snakes his hands around you, pulling you into his embrace. You smile and wait for him to begin rubbing circles into your back, relieving any stress you have. You run your hands down his arms and he smiles, asking you all sorts of questions. This is the only quiet you get with just Sam and his curiosity peaks as he runs chills up and down your arms. Asking what your favorite food is, or which season is your absolute favorite. You always answer and roll onto the other side letting Sam pull your head in under his and you feel the weight of his chin on the top of your head. Each night you fall asleep this way, cuddled and loved.

Castiel:

He still doesn’t understand many human normalcies. But cuddling comes naturally to him. You are hardly left without his touch. Cas loves to cuddle you when he’s outside. Every night he’s with you, you grab a blanket and lay it on the cool grass and he lays down with you. Your head is on his arm and he pulls you in so your head is on his chest. Cas plays with your hand, sometimes squeezing your fingers then trailing up to your wrist, leaving goosebumps all the way up to your shoulder. He hardly talks in these moments and chooses instead to listen to your even breathing and whatever melody you’re humming that night. You wrap your socked feet with his, waiting for him to kick his shoes off. He draws you in even closer so you feel his heat wrap itself around you, and this way you fall asleep until he carries you back through the bunker doors and into your bed.

(this is my first preference, let me know how it is!)

Say It Again

Summery: short skirt, low top and a sleazy vampire you have to hit on? Sounds like all the fixings to make a certain angel jealous.

Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1782

A/N: Original Request: Hi! Do you mind doing a Jealous!Cas x Reader imagine? However, they’re not dating, but are forced to share their feelings? Thank you so much, darling! xoxo


The plan was foolproof, even for the Winchesters. You were hunting a vampire, plain and simple, but the vampire was taking young women, women who, with a little make up and certain styled clothing, fit your description perfectly. 

The plan was to catch his attention, and when he brought you back to his place (with Dean, Sam and Castiel following right behind of course) cut off his head and rescue some women! Plain and simple. Not even Dean could screw this up. As long as they made sure to watch your back, you would be safe, especially when there was an angel watching your back.

Your heart sped up a little at the thought of Castiel.

You turned towards the mirror smoothing over the miniskirt you had just bought for the hunt, and boy was this miniskirt… mini. Not to mention the thin black, low cut, v neck t-shirt you had on barely covered your… assets, as Dean liked to say.

“Oh my god are you ready yet ?” you heard Dean yell from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Yeah, yeah hold on!” you grumbled back, fluffing your hair a little more and studying yourself.

You looked… well… It would certainly catch the vampires attention.

Balling your fist you opened the bathroom door a crack, sticking only your head out.

“Um, Cas?”

“Yes Y/N?” he questioned, confusion etched into his voice.

“Can, uh… Could I borrow your coat?”

“Yes, of course.”

Shrugging off his coat Cas placed it into your outstretched hands.

“Is everything alright? If you are uncomfortable-

“Oh no! its just- uh… well you’ll see.” you said ducking back into the bathroom and wrapping the oversized trench coat around yourself. You paused for a moment, loving the way the fabric felt on your skin, the way it smelled, like fabric softener and soap, like comfort, like Castiel.

Exiting the bathroom all three boys looked up.

“Ready?” Dean huffed, pushing up off the bed and grabbing his keys from the bedside table.

“Born.” you smirked.


The bar was so crowded you didn’t think any of you would get a seat, but eventually, after wandering around, you spotted an empty seat at the bar directly in the line of sight of a booth that sat a few steps away. Perfect for eavesdropping and guarding

“Uh Y/N?”

You looked to Dean, eyebrows drawn together until you realized you still had on Cas’ trench coat.

“Oh, right.”

You felt uncomfortable taking off the coat, it had covered so much skin that was now exposed.

“Thanks Cas-” your voice trailed off as you looked at the angel.

His eyes were wide and you could see his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“M-my… my pleasure.” he stuttered looking away as he toke his coat form you.

You smoothed your skirt down for the millionth time, hating how much skin it showed. Walking over to the bar you took your seat. 

“What can I getcha?” the bartender asked quickly glancing at your attire, you could tell she was silently judging you. You didn’t blame her.

“Surprise me.” you sighed, turning in your seat and leaning your elbows against the counter.

Nothing so far.

You eyes wandered to the three boys, watching as they all shuffled into the booth, Dean and Sam sharing one side while Cas sat alone in the other. You wanted to be over there with him so bad.

As if they could tell you were thinking about them, all three looked over at you, Cas leaning in towards Dean and Sam to whisper, causing Dean to gesture wildly with his hands.

What on earth could they be talking about-

“Hello.

It was said like a purr, emphasizing the o as the man slid into the booth next to you. Looking him up and down you could tell he wasn’t your vampire.

“Beat it.” you grumbled.

“Awh come on-”

“I said beat it!” you hissed as you lunged forward, throwing the man off guard as he scrambled backwards.

“Alright, jeez… bitch.” he muttered under his breath as he walked past you.

“Douche bag.” you muttered back.

“Now, what’s a pretty little thing doing in a bar like this?”

British accent? that’s how he hooked them? How original, you thought as you plastered a smile on your face when the vampire walked up to you.

“Just looking for a good time I guess.”

“Ah,” he paused and raised an eyebrow at you “How’s that working out for you?”

“So far so good I’d say.” you purred.

“May I?” the vampire questioned to the now vacant seat that was next to you, before you could said yes he took a seat.

“Here’s your drink.” the bartender said, setting down a beer in front of you.
“Anything I can get you?” she questioned to the vampire.

“I’m fine for now, thank you.” he dismissed waving the bartender off.

His eyes connected with yours and you watched them darken, they had a primal look in them that you couldn’t believe the other girls hadn’t noticed. This man didn’t look trustworthy at all.

“I’m Nigel.”

“Y/N.”

“What a lovely name, almost as lovely as you.”

You were sure you were gonna puke.

“Why thank you, such a gentlemen.” you giggled as you pushed his arm playfully.

“I think all women deserve to be treated with the utmost… affection.” his voice lowered and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes instead smirking and leaning towards him.

“What kinda affection are we talking about?” you cooed, shimming your shoulders seductively.

“What kind would you like?” he smirked, leaning closer towards you until you felt his breath on your lips. You wanted so badly to pull away.

Suddenly, as if reading your mind, Castiel pulled you away from the vampire.

“I think its time to go Y/N-”

“Castiel!?” you growled as you were pulled off your barstool and dragged out the door.

Glancing back you noticed Sam and Dean were gone.

“What are you doing!? Cas!” you yelled again, trying to pull your grip away from the angel.

“Its time to go home.” he stated simply.

“Go home? Go home!? are you kidding me? I bet all those innocent girls wanna go home too Cas!”

“Don’t.” Castiel growled

Growled, Castiel growled at you. What the hell was going on?

“No Cas, we had a plan and you just screw it up! What are we suppose to do now!”

“We’ll find another way-”

“This way would have worked fine!” you yell finally pulling your arm free and stopping causing Castiel to halt with you.

“Not with you as bait.”

“You agreed to it before!”

“That was before I saw-” Cas stopped mid sentence, shrinking back into the comfort of his trench coat. you would have found it so cute if you were so mad.

“Before what Cas? Hmm? You knew this is what needed to happen!”

“ I didn’t know that-” he stopped again, as if biting his tongue.

“You are unbelievable,” you sighed angrily “What Cas? You didn’t know what?” 

“I didn’t know how mad I would get!”

“What the hell are you mad about?!”

“I don’t want to see you with other guys because I want to see you with me!”

It was as if Castiel’s words surprised even him, his chest was heaving and his fists were clenched by his side.

“Well- I-!” you couldn’t help but stutter your words, completely baffled as your mouth was still pursed in anger.

“We’re going home.”

“Wait, where are Sam and Dean?” you yelled, still trying to hold onto any anger that you had left. Castiel did ruin the hunt after all.

“After I explained my… feels- they agreed to stop the hunt and headed home.” 

“What feelings?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Cas, you just pulled me away from a vampire that we were suppose to kill. We’re talking about this!”

“I don’t like seeing you with other guys okay!”

“Why? I was only pretending Cas!”

“Yeah well, he wasn’t! I could read his thoughts and- and the things he was thinking-” Cas was shaking now, practically vibrating with anger.

You stepped forwards, resting a hand on his arm.

“The way he was looking at you, all the men in that bar- they- they were thinking such-” Castiel shook his head and grabbed your arms pulling you close and looking into your eyes, his own eyes reflecting sadness but something darker underneath.

“I don’t want anyone but me looking at you like that.”

You heart hammered in your chest at his words, the way he practically growled them, the way he gripped your arms, the way he held your gaze. You thought your legs would surly give out simply from the possessive look that darkened Castiel’s eyes.

“Well- the same goes for you!” you yelled hesitantly.

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” he growled pushing you until you back hit a wall.

“Well- me either!” you growled back.

You saw something spark in Castiel’s eyes at your tone and before you knew what was happening he was kissing you roughly. His hands flew all over your body, starting at your cheeks and slowly making their way lower until his hands were scooping you up by the thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist which only caused him to press you into the wall even harder, lips making their way down your jaw and to the soft spot behind your ear. You moaned as your hands tugged his hair back gently, only causing him to kiss you more.

“I love you.” Cas whispered as he trailed kisses back up your neck, lips connecting with your mouth once more.

You pulled back to look at him, studying his eyes carefully, they seemed to soften at his words, not as possessive as they had once been.

“I’m sorry-” Cas stuttered averting his eyes

“Why are you sorry?” You questioned, smiling warmly as your fingers played in his hair “I love you too.”

Castiel let out a shaky breath “Really?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed softly against his mouth, placing another swell of kisses onto the angels lips. Castiel set you down gently and cupped your face, brushing his thumbs against your lips as he stared intently at your mouth, thinking how much he wanted to kiss you again and again.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you tilted your head up to look into the angels eyes.

“Say it again.” you whispered with a smile.

“I love you.” Cas whispered as he stroked your cheek gently, eyes wandering over your face lovingly before he placed a kiss to your lips.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

You smiled smugly.

“I love you too.” 

He broke your heart six months ago but you still can’t look him in the eyes without feeling like your heart is dislodged in your rib cage. And he’s with someone else now, but he’s all you think about. Maybe one day six months from now it won’t hurt to look at him and see someone else’s hand where yours once fit perfectly, but for now you avoid the places he might be and hope to god his name not glowing up your screen every night stops leaving you in tears.
Taken |5

Part 1 | 2 | 3 |

Both your lips fitted together perfectly like a puzzle. You wrapped your arms around Nate’s neck straddling him as your tongues explored the new unfamiliar surroundings. His kisses like ecstasy, you never wanted to leave his lips. You could feel passion burning in the kiss. You felt an ounce of guilt rush through your body making you you pull away, resting your forehead on Nate’s leaving him confused.

“What about Gracie?”

“She doesn’t need to know” He whispers. You could feel his hot breathe on your skin, you tilted your head reconnecting your lips. You knew this was wrong, but all you could only think about his drug like lips and how much you craved his touch. His fingers making patterns along your back. Both of your shirts thrown half way across the room. 

“Nate, I feel bad” You lower your head feeling ashamed of how far this has gone already

“Then let me make you feel good”

A/N- I was listening to Robyn and this came to mind, having a bit of writers block so if this isn’t great I’m sorry:( How about part 6? 

thesketcherlass asked:

I was actually in the process of trying to figure out which gems the Cluster consisted off just as you posted your thoughts. Yours look like they fit perfectly! I do wonder about the yellow/red gem, though. If we go by the colors of each arm-finger on their monster form, it looks like the the red and yellow ones were separate gems? The fingers are blue, green, red and yellow. I'm guessing the grey-and-white gem must be the one with red skin, then? No idea what it's name could be, though.

This is why I said the colors on the body threw me off. I could be completely wrong. The gems I see are green/maybe yellow, green, blue and blue

And the body right around it is blue purple green/ maybe yellow in a different light, and red

But the rest of the body have yellow blue green and red

Really the biggest mystery is where in the world the red is coming from

The Spaces Between My Fingers Are Right Where Yours Fit Perfectly

tumblr prompt: “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting very suspicious” []

[AFF]

The first time it happens is in the middle of a crowded airport, while they’re pushing through in the company of managers and security guards and screaming fans trying to snap as many photos as possible. 

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Choice and Dysphoria

I see gender in much the same way that I see shoes. Imagine that you a pair of shoes that are two sizes too small. When you were young you assumed that the other kids also had small shoes. As you grew, your shoes became more uncomfortable and painful with every step. Again, since those are the only shoes you’ve ever tried, you assume that the others shoes would be the same. One day you  look around and focus on what the other people’s shoes are like. You see one, and picture it in your head, and think “That really looks like it would be much more comfortable”, Then one day, on a whim, you try those shoes on and they fit perfectly. Your mangled, bruised, bloody feet were still there, but for the first time, they aren’t getting worse. They’re beginning to heal. 


(sorry about any mistakes in grammar or if it’s hard to follow, I’m tripping pretty bad

#52 Holding Hands

(Sorry for my lack of doing requests.. Sometimes you just need to write for yourself, yanno?)
Dan: Holding hands was something you loved to do with Dan. His hand was so much bigger than yours, yet they fit perfectly together. You’d hold hands during movies, you hold hands if you were snuggled up on the couch, and sometimes you’d hold hands walking around town.

Phil: You liked holding hands with Phil. It was such a small thing but it meant so much. He’d often be the one to initiate it. You’d be walking somewhere and he’d casually lock his fingers with yours. Or sometimes he’d slowly grab your hand during a movie. No matter when he did it, you loved it.

cornowl asked:

Your SU fanfiction was so wonderful!! It's the exact type of sadness that I love reading about! Like, I can't even figure out the right words to describe how well your words fit together perfectly, to form the story perfectly, just, oh my gosh, it was perfect! I love your writing!

Thaaaaankkk youuuu!

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly
But I’ll miss your arms around me
I’d send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I’ll watch the night turn light blue
But it’s not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn’t so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I’ll find repose in new ways
Though I haven’t slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I’ll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because when
I think of you I don’t feel so alone

I don’t feel so alone
I don’t feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I’ll think of you tonight

I’ll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I’ll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won’t forget you
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past
I’d whisper in your ear,
“Oh darling I wish you were here”