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I feel things !!

Eddie Munson deserved better. And Steve. I mean give girlfriend a break ffs.

Fuck the doobie brothers or whatever

it’s such a tomato-throwing moment when people try to police what kind of fics authors should write… like if you know you won’t like something because it has something don’t read it! yes this applies to rape/incest/abuse/shit n piss and whatever floats someone’s boat!

you’re allowed to not like something but you’re not allowed to tell fic writers what they should or shouldn’t write or shit on them bc of it!!

ok so she hates me

chasing city lights

chapter 22 - every word

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

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cw: language, angst, sorry this is more fic i had to get it out

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you had just settled down for the evening, having spent the day with kie you were feeling happy and ready to unwind for bed, until you heard a knock on your door.

a wave of panic rushed over you, as the knocking only increased in desperation.

you got up and looked out the window, just to see:

rafe.

what the fuck was he doing here.

you stood there, frozen in your position with your heart hammering in your chest.

another knock. louder this time.

“y/n, please open the door.”

your fingers twitched at your sides, reaching for the door knob.

how fucking dare he show up here after everything?

you yanked the door open so fast he took a step back, eyes widening slightly at your appearance.

you looked good, and from the way his gaze flickered over you, you knew he saw it too.

“what the fuck do you want, rafe?”

his jaw tensed, hands clenching into fists at his sides. “y/n." he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his messy hair. “can we just—can we talk? please?”

“talk?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. "now you want to talk? after you've seen me doing good?"

rafe’s eyes darkened, his whole body tensing. “y/n, it’s not what you think.”

you shook your head, letting out a laugh. “it never is, is it?”

his jaw twitched, struggling to keep his composure. he wasn't expecting you to be angry. “that picture—”

“don’t.” you held up a hand. “i don’t want to hear it.”

he stepped closer, his voice dropping. “it’s not what it looked like.”

you let out a sharp breath, forcing yourself to meet his sad gaze. “you think that changes anything?” your voice wavered, but you steadied it. “you didn’t call, rafe. you didn’t text. not once.”

his lips parted like he wanted to argue, "you broke up with me. what was i supposed to do?"

“you let me sit in that heartbreak alone,” you whispered, voice laced with so much anger it nearly scared you. “you didn't even try. and then i wake up to you kissing another girl?"

rafe shook his head quickly. “i was drunk, y/n-"

“no.” you clenched your jaw, gripping the door like it was the only thing keeping you steady. “let me finish. you don’t get to show up here and act like you give a shit. you don't get to release this fucking song like it'll win me back."

his eyes searched yours, something breaking in his expression. “i do give a shit,” he said, voice softer now, almost desperate. “i still- that song, i meant every word.”

“no.” you stepped back, “i don’t want to hear it.” tears threatening to spill. "you didn't even fight for me." you whispered.

rafe's heart dropped at that, he took another step forward, his voice, desperate. “y/n, please. i messed up. i know i did. but you have to believe me, that song, that was real. we were real. everything you think happened, didn't happen. i only ever wanted you, only ever loved you. fuck, still love you.”

your chest ached, like he was physically pulling at the wound he left in you. part of you wanted to believe it. but another part, the part that still felt the sting of betrayal, the part that had spent weeks crying over him, knew better.

“i don’t care.” the lie tasted bitter on your tongue.

his face fell those words punching him in the stomach. “yes, you do.”

you swallowed, you couldn't look at him. “you let me go.”

his lips parted, but no words came out. he tried to step closer, take your hand in his. you almost let him.

tears started to well up in rafe's eyes, and the sight made you want to break.

"why did you kiss her rafe? did i mean that little?" you questioned, voice shaking.

"no y/n, that isn't it." he started.

"then what is it?"

"i was so drunk."

"i know you were, i've already told you that isn't an excuse." anger burning inside you again.

"no y/n, i kissed her because-" his breath catching in his throat.

"spit it out rafe." your frustration rising.

"i thought it was you."

and just like that, the anger disappeared.

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a/n: i'm not done breaking your hearts just yet

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Only math I know

But i love that man like nobody can he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again i watched the guys getting high as they for the things that they hold dear to forget the things they fear this is how to disappear this is how to disappear

alexa play all things end by hozier😭🔫 this hit really really really close to home omg

GOOD RUN , DEAN WINCHESTER.

summary. dean is falling out of love.

word count. 715

this is so sad no my shayla…this might be my favorite I’ve written so far even if it’s super short! The Sam version will be out tonight🤭

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He’s trying to forget you, though you’re still by his side.

You feel it, but you refuse to say anything about in fear that it’ll make things real.

Dean doesn’t love you anymore, and you know that. You don’t think falling out of love with him will ever be possible, but then again, you didn’t think him falling out of love with you was possible either. He certainly didn’t until it happened.

It starts little by little. He doesn’t hold you at night anymore, but when he does, his heart doesn’t race against the side of your face laying on his chest like it used to every night. He wakes up, gets out of bed, without even looking at you, or kissing you.

In the mornings, he used to lay with you until the very last second. He would complain about having to go, would say he wants to lay here with you forever. Sometimes he would cook you breakfast. He would kiss you, morning sex was common.

Now mornings are dreadful. You feel his body leave your side, without daring to open your eyes. You hear the shower run, the door open, it’s like you don’t exist anymore.

At dinner, he doesn’t reach for your hand like he used to. The side of his thigh doesn’t touch yours, his eyes don’t meet you halfway, you look up, but he’s avoiding them. He’s avoiding you.

He skips dinner sometimes, because he doesn’t think he can face you. He might blur it out, and he doesn’t want that.

Dinners used to be full of laughter. He would reach for your hand under the table, he would have a hand on you at any given time. He would kiss you, but now you’re not sure you even know what his lips feel and taste like anymore.

Your body is grieving his touch, and you’re grieving his presence. Because he is here, he’s just not really here, he’s like a ghost.

Sam wants to say something. He wants to talk to you, over talking to his brother but he’s afraid you’ll break. Sam cares about you, but he also cares about his brother- he knows that if this ends, all of it will. You’ll leave, Dean will refuse to talk about it, and everyone will be miserable. But eventually- it has to happen because you already are.

You cry when he sleeps. You think he doesn’t hear you, but he doesn’t sleep much either. He feels the bed shake with every single sob you let out. He wants to reach for your hand and tell you he’s sorry, that he wish it was different and that it’ll all be fine but it would be a lie. He’s lied to you enough- he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

After yet another dinner full of silence and betrayal, you lay in bed wondering if this is the night Dean decides to get it over with, rip off the bandage, or decides to sleep somewhere else- but the door opens.

The bed sinks next to you, his back barely touches yours, and you hear him sigh.

‘Dean?’

He doesn’t answer.

‘Are you still in love with me?’

He doesn’t answer.

Except he does.

This silence means everything. It means the empty kisses felt empty because he didn’t love you anymore. It means, that the last I love you he said that sounded so robotic, like it was something he was used to say, but didn’t mean, is because he didn’t mean it anymore.

It means that it’s over, and you have to accept that.

It means that Dean is not the love of your life. Maybe it’s right person wrong time, or maybe it’s just the universe telling you that you had a good run, but it’s time to move on now.

It means that not only do you have to leave him, but you have to leave sam.

It means-you have to start over, and be alone again, because you don’t think you’d be able to breathe any longer if you stayed here with him without being able to kiss him and love him.

It means this is the end of a beautiful love story, ending in tragedy. It’s run its course- like every good thing does eventually.

girls be like “i’m shy” then want the roughest sex

oh brother...

CLAWING AT THE WALLS

hookup culture is not for me. wdym you don't think sex is the closest thing to touching souls, wdym you don't think sex is inherently romantic, wdym you don't yearn for someone you love to have you whole?