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ABT ME
name ; nvrhere fav things ; myself , writing age ; legal posting ; teen wolf, supernatural, IWTV , myself , adhd rambles
I looove that Sam is taller than Dean. It calls attention to just how fucked up their dynamic is.
It was cute how he looked up to Dean as a kid. But now that he’s a grown man, still following around his big brother?
It’s a visual reminder that he’s cramming himself into a role he should have outgrown years ago. They both are.
entangled!
dude finding dropboxes of deleted sterek fics sent me into a whole different state of mind…
like the number count of this tag on ao3 is NOT real!! there are so many fics out there and so many of us that still fucking love this ship
IN 2024??
like the amount of wips I have.. and that other people do too. we just need somewhere to put our love for them.
anyways, i might just have to create a sterek library site.
what if, instead of texting you, i just talk here and fantasize about you reading it?
i imagine you stumbling upon this and realizing that i still love you. i mean, it’s right here! on this post! made just for you!
everything i write these days is for you.
everything thought i make has your smile in it. buried between letters and my fingers moving to tap on this keyboard. it’s to the rhythm of your heart.
bump, bump, bump.
mine is speeding up, if you are reading this of course. i can see you shocked still- swiping to our messages at the bottom of your logs, hovering over your own letters.
do you remember my face enough? can you capture it like i do yours?
god your heart is still beating in my head. i remember after our first kiss, i laid my ear against your chest and heard it for the first time.
bump, bump, bump,,,,
and it never. stopped.
come home to me
or at least
write me a letter
— Warsan Shire
have you ever been in love?
then you understand that you cannot fall out of it.
you’re arms are a hole and i know that there’s a way out
somewhere.
but loving you is a comfort that
I don’t want to part from to look.
I’m not even a charli xcx fan but I felt compelled to make this
wincestiel this, wincestiel that, but have you ever considered Dean using Castiel to get at Sam.
He goads him into his first kiss and uses his baby brother as a means for practice. I mean shit- Sammy can kiss, okay? He’s no virgin.
Cas is trusting, trusts no one but Dean so he lets himself be lured in. Thrusting his tongue into Sam’s small mouth under Deans heavy gaze. He gives them pointers here and there.
Sam’s neck is arched up all sexy. Moles and strain evident as its muscles move with his lips. Dean has to put his mouth on it. They’re all just fooling around, it’s nothing weird. Think of it as a little added fun.
Suddenly it’s Deans tongue in sam’s mouth as he lays it all on him and they’re horizontal on the bed. Humping at each other like dogs. Fucking each other everywhere, especially brain-wise.
They come up for air and Cas isn’t even in the room anymore. It’s just heavy panting and belt buckles clinking as they pack up their spent dicks.
It’s another motel the next time it happens, and it’s just the two of them.
Leila Chatti, from “Tea”
forcing yourself to love the little things.
going outside and being miserable. just to have said that you went outside that day.
listening to music that makes your teeth clench.
wearing clothes that squeeze you too tight so you can look put together.
it’s a ruse. it’s a cover up. it’s a poor excuse for a life. but fuck- at least i’m trying to live it?
I guess that’s why I like to read so much.
I’m alone a lot, and for the most part I don’t hate it- with my father’s Appalachian genetics I have realized that I am probably better equipped for that than most people. But I also recognize that isolation isn’t beneficial to me as a human, and sometimes I can feel it squeezing me from all sides, my social skills leaking away from the applied pressure. My lips dry out and glue themselves shut. When I’m reading a book I have another person’s voice with me for a week or so, and that can feel like a kind of warmth. As if I have a visitor.
my dumbass listens to sad music and then my dumbass wonders why i’m sad
my favorite sterek fics are the ones where Derek becomes a deputy and works with Stiles’ dad and they become this mini family unit of crime fighters. like sheriff stilinski just wants to support his son and be in his life and that means adopting his grumpy wolfy boyfriend and if looking out for his new family means Derek joins the local police department
,,, well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we get steamy gun scenes and breakfast with organic pancakes fluff
claudia being 14 feels unsatisfying compared to her being 6 until you’re an emotionally stunted 20 something year old who feels like she’s in a hurricane of turmoil and hormones that mirror what you’re supposed to feel during puberty and puberty alone… but it never ended.
you’re in a constant state of wanting more: more from your parents, more from your peers, more friends, more fucks, more to fuck. her being 14 seems too old, until you remember that at 14 you felt too young. this severed limb staring at you from the table in a limbo of confusion wondering, who’s limb it is? who do I belong to? a mature woman or a young child.
you insist you’re a woman, but everyone around you feels different. you insist you are old until you’re father yells at you again and now you’re just that little girl who he thought he put in her place already, but clearly you need reminding. claudia being 14 is how we feel when we grow up mentally but everyone around us keeps us as a still image in their head. that little girl they know that will never be grown enough for the world. and sometimes, you believe it, you perform it.
but I know different, I feel that raw anger no girl knows. the burning feeling that claws up your throat. the betrayal. the horniness. the euphoria. she was heartbreaking being stuck in the body of a 6 year old. but it’s equally and as intensely tragic being stuck at 14.
Sterek but they’re in high school together AU ♡