alexa play all things end by hozierđđ« 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 shaylaâŠthis might be my favorite Iâve written so far even if itâs super short! The Sam version will be out tonightđ€
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Heâs trying to forget you, though youâre still by his side.
You feel it, but you refuse to say anything about in fear that itâll make things real.
Dean doesnât love you anymore, and you know that. You donât think falling out of love with him will ever be possible, but then again, you didnât think him falling out of love with you was possible either. He certainly didnât until it happened.
It starts little by little. He doesnât hold you at night anymore, but when he does, his heart doesnât 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, itâs like you donât exist anymore.
At dinner, he doesnât reach for your hand like he used to. The side of his thigh doesnât touch yours, his eyes donât meet you halfway, you look up, but heâs avoiding them. Heâs avoiding you.
He skips dinner sometimes, because he doesnât think he can face you. He might blur it out, and he doesnât 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 youâre not sure you even know what his lips feel and taste like anymore.
Your body is grieving his touch, and youâre grieving his presence. Because he is here, heâs just not really here, heâs like a ghost.
Sam wants to say something. He wants to talk to you, over talking to his brother but heâs afraid youâll break. Sam cares about you, but he also cares about his brother- he knows that if this ends, all of it will. Youâll 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 doesnât hear you, but he doesnât 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 heâs sorry, that he wish it was different and that itâll all be fine but it would be a lie. Heâs lied to you enough- he doesnât 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.
âDean?â
He doesnât answer.
âAre you still in love with me?â
He doesnât answer.
Except he does.
This silence means everything. It means the empty kisses felt empty because he didnât 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 didnât mean, is because he didnât mean it anymore.
It means that itâs over, and you have to accept that.
It means that Dean is not the love of your life. Maybe itâs right person wrong time, or maybe itâs just the universe telling you that you had a good run, but itâs 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 donât think youâd 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. Itâs run its course- like every good thing does eventually.
NO WAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LIFE'S WORTH LIVING AGAIN
Sophie Baek and Benedict Bridgerton at the Masquerade Ball
when the devil couldnât reach me so he sent me an insecure, secretly jealous, self-victimizing âfriendâ who craves male validation, has no empathy, isnât emotionally intelligent and uses manipulation to get her way.
i wanna beat the shit out of him
synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the cityâs atmosphere. thatâs 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 youâre captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's worldâthe 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. heâs wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.
masterlist
cw: language, alcohol, mentions of drugs
please listen to ghost of you by 5sos for this chapter and done with you by omar apollo!!
the second stage of heartbreak, anger.
and that is all you felt when you woke up that morning. pure burning hatred for rafe cameron.
the sadness had drained you. completely. you had spent the last few weeks drowning in it, letting it consume you, break you, rip you apart. but now?
the sadness was gone.
replaced by rage.
it was a slow burn at first, simmering beneath your skin as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, a hollow expression. you barely recognised yourself.
and all of it, every single ounce of it, was because of him.
rafe fucking cameron.
the boy you had given everything to. the boy who had held your heart in his hands, only to toss it aside like it was nothing. like you were nothing.
you thought back to that picture, the way he kissed her, held her, touched her like you hadnât just spent months loving him, like you hadnât bared your entire soul to him.
your hands clenched into fists at your sides, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. had it always been this easy for him? had he been waiting for an excuse to move on? had he ever even loved you at all?
the anger flared in your chest, hot and suffocating.
fine.
if rafe could move on, so could you.
you werenât going to sit here and waste another second crying over a boy who clearly never lost a night of sleep over you.
no more tears.
you took a shower and pulled your shit together, getting yourself all dolled up to finally feel pretty again. put together.
you werenât doing this for him. this wasnât about making rafe jealous or proving something to anyone.
this was for you.
because for the first time in weeks, you were done feeling small. done feeling broken. done letting him have this much control over you when he wasnât even around.
you refused to let him be the only one who got to move on.
if he thought releasing that song would win you back in some way, he was so, so wrong.
a/n: giggling because when my ex girlfriend broke up with me when i hit the anger stage i posted a hot story with done with you playing and boy did i eat
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âi could fix himâ WHAT IF I DONT WANT TO FIX HIM?? WHAT IF I WANT HIM EXACTLY HOW HE IS???? I LIKE THEM CRAZY AND I LIKE IT WHEN THEY DONT LIKE ME BACK THANKS BYE
not so funny tho
No rizz just a funny brunette with big brown eyes
I like that âmorning babyâ kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of sex, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.
Sad Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine in Bullet Train, Sergei Kravinoff in Kraven The Hunter, Count Vronsky in Anna Karenina, Friedrich Harding in Nosferatu and Dave Lizewski in Kick-Ass + Lana del Rey
everytime jamie fraser is on screen, i'm just like 'that is a good man savannah, a good man,'