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"𝓖𝑜𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒"

ㆍ ♱ ⚊ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 : I'm ellory :3 I use she/they, I'm queer :3

⊰ Metaphorically a whore - Laura Palmer is my daughter - Amy Winehouse and Elaine Parks are my sisters - I talk to Dean Winchester in my head - Psychosexual girl - I beat men and kiss women - I'm Jennifer Tilly's wife ⊱

Requests are open !!

ㆍ ♱ 𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 ㆍ ♱ 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳

He's lost count at this point, orgasm after orgasm. You started slow and loving but after while you decided that going slow wasn't really what he needed.

What he needed was to be taught a lesson on how not to make a bet on something he knew he was gonna lose.

Said bet being that, if he could cum seven times and still be able to form coherent and cohesive sentences (aka no brain mush) that you would never talk bad about his beloved music collection again.

Of course you both knew he would fail, he could barley handle three and that's without you whispering sweet nothings in his ear but alas, his pride wouldn't allow him to back down. So here you both are, dean on the verge of tears, which you always find hot, and you sitting sweetly next to him. Hand absolutely drench in sweat, pre-cum, and cum.

"I- shit baby please" Dean barley got out, forehead covered in sweat as one hand grabbing your wrist whilst the other digs into his naked thigh. It was a beautiful sight, not only because your winning a bet against him, you also just have a gorgeously pathetic man at your mercy. If you were to ask him to do absolutely anything for you, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Well maybe after he got cleaned up.

"I know baby, dont know what to do with that big brain of yours do you" He whined, a noise not often heard by you. It takes Dean a long time to act like this, emptyhead and vulnerable. It took much longer for him to show this side of him to you. Always focusing on the other's person's pleasure, never his own

You kept going faster and faster, edging him on but never keeping him there, it was a filthy sight. "S-shit w-wai-" he cut himself off with another loud moan, turning his head to this side in hopes for muffle the noises being made.

You kept going, refusing to slow down even after his protests. "You wanted this de, I'm just giving it to you" you said, condescendingly. You snaked your free hand up to Deans face, caressing his cheek as he leaned into the touch. So sweet you thought before bringing your fingers to his plush lips, lightly tracing his bottom one before inserting your middle and index finger inside his mouth.

He immediately start drooling, tongue coaxing both finger wet as he moaned. You could feel your own arousal dripping down your legs.

At this point he didn't care what he looked like, all he knew was that he felt good.

"P-pease I cnt" Dean slurred out, fingers hindering his speech as you continued, fingers going in deeper making him gag. Eyes rolling backwards. When you finally took them out, you had a thought and immediately acted on it.

There was rarely anything off the table for you both when it came to sex, naturally you've fingered him. It was a whiskey filled night when it happened and you both barley even remember it.

You brought both wet fingers down to his hole, circling it. Even if his brain was fried he knew what you were Implying. Giving you a quick ok in between moans and you slowly pushed in, breath hitching as you went deeper. Setting a neutral pace unlike the one you've set on his cock, the tip a bright red color.

"Last one last one" he pleaded as his hand grabbed your wrist, you decide to give him some form of mercy and let him cum just one more time. You started to speed up, finger pumping in and out as your layed your palm flat against the head of his dick, rubbing faster and faster.

"C-cummin- oh fuck oh fuck" he barley got out, thrashing around on the old motel bed as you curled your finger inside before taking it away. Leaving him empty and still wanting more, even after the amount of rounds y'all just went.

You quickly got up to go get a warm wet rag to clean him up with as he's definitely not able to shower right now.

"So I guess that means I win huh" you giggled while putting the rag on the night stand and leaning in for kiss.

"Shut up"

Okay so this is lwk ass BUT I just wanted this out of my drafts 🥲 uhhhmmm anyways dean I want you sexually.

Dads bestfriend dean! Who met your dad through work after you went to school, only hearing about you when your parents gush about how you make them so proud.

Dbf dean! Who came over right after your summer break in college

Dbf dean! Who just so happened to be walking by the bathroom after you got out of the shower, catching a glimpse of you in nothing but a towel.

Dbf dean! Who knew it was wrong to be looking at his best friend's daughter and yet, couldn't pull his eyes away from your body.

Dbf dean! Who had to hold his breath any time you're around, fearing for what he do if he didn't ground himself.

Dbf dean! Who had no clue you're watching him too. Watching the way he worked on his car, hands dirty and greasy as he wiped them on his white tank top. Just waiting for the perfect time to pounce on him, eyeing him down when he wasn't looking.

Dbf dean! Who was finally secluded into a room with only you.

Dbf dean! Who was obviously nervous about being alone with you, knowing the right idea would be to just leave before anything happened.

Dbf dean! Who couldn't leave before you were on to him, not like he was going to anyways. He needed this, you as well.

Dbf dean! Who melted into the kiss, rough stubble scratching your chin as you pulled closer into him, tongue forcing its way into his mouth.

Dbf dean! Who groaned at the sudden demand you where showing, grinding on him like a wild animal. He wasn't much better, pulling at your back like he was a teenager all over again.

Dbf dean! Who kept repeating "We shouldn't do this" while you kissed down his neck. Undoing his shirt and leaving red marks that will haunt him in the morning.

Ojhggh older Dean Winchester I love u and I want u.

"𝓑𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑑."

ㆍ ♱ ⚊ 𝓓ean just wants to have an empty head and be protected

It's been a while since Ive written and like sm has gone down with lads and infold so #bringbackvalko tf. This doesn't mean I won't ever write for the boys again but I am taking a tiny break from them just cause I'm also Into other stuff and I feel like since I was lwk only writing for them, I wasn't feeling as satisfied and there for burnout. Anywho :3 please feel free to request literally anyone (if it's smut please no dom character or sub reader) Ill update my request rules later but again I'm #lazy hehhehe OH and I didn't proofread. I'm very much not a good writer HAVE FUN.

The motel was quiet in a way that only happened after a hunt.

Outside, rain tapped steadily against the window. The faded neon vacancy sign sprayed ribbons of crimson and blue across the thin curtains. The room smelled faintly of old wood, gun oil, damp jackets, and burnt motel coffee. It wasn't comfortable by any means, but after years on the road, it was familiar.

Sam had left hours earlier to spend the night at Bobby's. Finding any lore he could about the current being yall were facing, telling dean that it was more logical for just him to go rather than all three of you. Little to Deans knowledge, Sammy just needed a ‘small break’ from him as he told you. 

Now the silence felt different.

You sat on one of the narrow beds, your old, musty boots abandoned beside the frame as you carefully polished the silver knife resting across your lap.  Your movements were practiced, patient. Hunting had made routines out of things most people would never have imagined doing.

Dean watched from the opposite side of the room.

He'd been watching for several minutes.

His leather jacket hung over the back of the chair, revealing the worn in AC/DC band tee stretched across his shoulders. You remember when he first got it. It was a treat on your end after a particularly rough hunt where John wouldn't stop hounding him, he had missed his shot on the demon so you all had to stay another night. After getting tired of the loud bickering, you stole the car and found a small, vintage shop where said shirt was relatively new, aside from the questionable stain near the bottom. 

It was something you often did for the boys, you knew how harsh John could be so anytime you had money. You’d find a small gift for them. It wasn't a lot but deep down, you knew they appreciated it.

His hair was still damp from the quick shower he took, darker than usual, curling slightly around the edges in a way that you always took note of. Without the constant driving, fighting, or chasing monsters, there was an unfamiliar stillness about him. Usually he’d be chatting to you, ranting about the locals or the waitress he bagged. However, something was just different. 

His eyes kept drifting back to you.

Not because you were doing anything worthy of calling out.

Because you had always been there.

Long before hunts became second nature. Before fake IDs. Before motel rooms blurred together. Before the grief that seemed to follow the Winchester brothers everywhere they went.

John took you in, “raised” you after your mother died on a hunt with him, Funny how that's happened more than once. It was her one request to him and he followed through. Taught you to reload a shotgun before learning to drive alongside the boys. Long nights around Bobby's kitchen table, bruised knuckles wrapped in cheap bandages, arguments over lore books. 

Even though you were older than Dean by a year and Sam by many more, John treated Dean as the oldest. Never truly seeing you as his own rather, baggage then anything. 

Somewhere along the way, everything had changed.

Dean noticed it first.

The way your confidence never left you. The calm certainty in your movements. The quiet authority that appeared whenever a hunt went sideways. Rarely ever second guessing yourself. You never raised your voice, never demanded attention, yet somehow people listened.

Even Dean.

Especially Dean.

He didn't mean to.

It had happened so gradually that he barely noticed until he caught himself waiting for your opinion before making decisions. Waiting for your approval as if he couldn't breathe without it.

Waiting for you.

You finally looked up, catching him in the act of admiring you. A faint smile touched your lips before disappearing almost immediately. Dean looked away for half a second, rubbing the back of his neck with a harsh clearing of his throat. There was an awkwardness that felt strangely out of character.

Dean Winchester, the man who flirted with any women who breathed, talked his way through police stations, and faced monsters without hesitation suddenly looked uncertain beneath your gaze.

It's not like you never felt something there before, you always looked at Sammy like a little brother and treated him as such, but for Dean it was different.

Always wanting to catch his eyes on you, those lingering touches when you had to share a bed. You just assumed it was because of how close you were in ages, that it would disappear with time. 

“You’ve been staring at me since we've stepped into this town dean” your voice was low and smooth, making him wish you were the only thing he could listen to.

“Have not” Dean stated, an obvious lie that not even the police would buy. He knows there's a conversation to be had and yet, he's been dancing around that fact for years.

 “We’ve been hunting together since you were tall enough to reach the pedals of the Impala, Dean. You think I don’t know when you’re just itching to say something?” Dean shifted in the old wooden chair, creaking under his weight. He looked down at his hands as his thumbs picked at a callus on his palm. The bravado he usually wore like a second skin was nowhere to be found. “Just… thinking,” he muttered.

“About what, it must be serious if it's gotten you all weird” you said, sliding off the bed and walking towards him, a slight sway to your hips as your socks were silently gliding across the thin carpet.

Dean didn’t stand up. He didn’t move to close the distance. Instead, he stayed seated, silently wishing Sam was here so he could switch the conversation.

His knees were already spread, head tilted back slightly to keep you in his sight. It was a position of vulnerability, not that he was aware of it.

 You stopped right in front of him, close enough that the scent of his soap (something cheap and herbal) filled your lungs.

You reached out, fingers ghosting over the collar of that faded AC/DC shirt. Dean’s breath hitched. He didn't pull away, in fact he leaned in closer. Yearning for your touch. Something he's missed so so dearly. 

You let your hand slide from his collar to his jaw, your thumb brushing over the slight stubble there. You felt him shiver, something he doesn't do often. Not in front of women and especially not in front of you. 

"Dean," you murmured, your voice a low, a steady anchor in the quiet room. "Look at me." His eyelids slowly lifted. Those beautifully big green eyes that you love staring back at you. His comparison to a deer is uncanny with his doe eyes, though you know if you told him that he get all pissy.

He didn't pull you in; just slightly holding on as a means to ground himself, his fingers bunching the fabric of your black tanktop as if you disappear."Just... tired of pretending” 

“Pretending?” You echoed, a slight giggle following behind. Your thighs brushed against his as you stepped closer, closing the gap between you. “Pretending that I’m okay with just… this,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “Pretending that I don’t want to crawl out of my own skin every time you walk out of a room. Pretending I don't want just one night where I don't have to be me.” 

He let out a jagged breath, forehead dropping to rest against your stomach.

He not only looked but felt small despite his broad shoulders. The weight of being John’s soldier, Sam’s protector, and the world's savior had finally buckled him. But here, with you, he didn't have to carry it. He could give it to you, even if it was just for a night. 

You knew the pain, not to his extent but you knew.

You wanted to stop pretending as well, pretending you didn't see you the way his eyes watered up after a terrible hunt, pretending you didn't know where he went when he thought you and Sam were asleep. Leaving at 3 or 4 am just to sit in baby and break down.

You saw first hand how he grew up, but that didn't stop you from just hold him, cradle him in your arms.

“Then stop,” you said softly. Snaking your fingers into his damp hair and tugging gently, forcing him to look back up at you.

You could tell that stopped his overthinking.

“Stop fighting it, Dean. You don’t have to be the strong one tonight. Not with me.” The look in his eyes shifted. A flicker of relief, followed by a dark and heavy heat. 

He liked the command in your tone. He’d spent his whole life taking orders from a father who didn't love him enough or a destiny that loved him too much. But this was different.

This was you. 

“Tell me what to do,” he whispered, his grip on your shirt tightening. “P-please”

You leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips, teasing him with the proximity. “Kiss me"

Dean didn't hesitate. He surged upward but didn't take it. He waited that final millisecond for you to close the gap, wanting your control. When your lips finally met his, it was like a dam breaking. He groaned into your mouth, a low, vibrating sound of pure desperation. His hands moved from your waist to your back, pressing you flush against him. Your tongue exploring his mouth as you stumbled, searching for the dingy motel bed. 

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hand going down to his chest. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and wet, and those green eyes were glazed over. Looking only at you. With a slight push, he fell backwards onto the bed before you followed along. Straddling him as your top came off. 

He started to reach for your hips, a reflex from a man who is always in control, but you caught his wrists. Pinning them briefly against the mattress before letting go, hovering your hands just inches above his.

“Hands at your sides, Dean. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

A shiver raced through him, visible in the way his shoulders tensed and then slumped. “Yes,” he rasped, words catching in his throat. “Yes, ma'am.” 

Dean Winchester brain rot also this was supposed to be longer but I'm lazy 😪

Sylus eating you out after an auction.

Hiking up your beautiful woven red and black dress he insisted you wear tonight. You could tell by the way he was staring at you all night he wanted this, need it in fact. Kept sneaking glances at you while others tried to take his attention away.

The taste of you alone sent him into a groaning and grinding mess, sending vibrations to your cunt. His gorgeous nose rubbing against your clit perfectly.

"R-Right there sy-oh fuck" you managed to let out as he continued to go, sucking you dry of everything you're worth.

He had you up against your apartment wall, being too needy to even wait a few more seconds. He slowly snaked two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he lapped up your juices. He knew you were close by the twitching in your stomach.

"Give it to me kitten, need it s'bad" he muttered, breaking away from your pussy before immediately diving back in. Gripping his shoulders like he was your life line, you were so close.

With one final curl of his fingers, you let go. Riding his face until your high was over. He tried his best not to cum at the sight, wanting to save it for when you both are comfortably in bed.

Panting, you look down just to see a smiling sylus staring back "get out you dork" you giggle before pulling him up for a kiss.

You'll have to return the favor later.

First smut kinda nervy...... .. Gulps....

Long haired zayne and sylus 🤤

Long haired zayne who wears it in a braid for work. Always asking you to do his hair after he gets out of the shower, putting little snowman clips that you found at a small shop in his hair.

Long haired zayne who always smells like river water and mint. Having to go to a shop across town just to find his preferred hair products.

Long haired sylus who loves when you pull his hair, it may be accidental whenever you comb through his hair but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it at least a little.

Long haired sylus who smells of old leather and burned wood with a bit of sweetness. Always having a small bottle of his Cologne in his right pocket.

Long haired zayne who, when lazy and not braided by you, can be found in a half up half down hairdo. (Hehshhdj I need him.)

Long haired sylus who has his own section of the bathroom dedicated to all of his hair care. So. Many. Bottles.

I need them both badly ESPECIALLY with long hair. Maybe one day Ill write smut who knows

Even if Caleb is not one of my mains (at least not after that card.) Im still so curious about his long hair myth like omg I know it's probably not gonna be what I'm hoping for but wouldn't it be so cool if he had a long haired werewolf myth????

Like we all know that man is such a puppy boy so him as a werewolf ???? PLEASEEEE infold if you can hear us SAVE US.

And it just makes so much sense since werewolves are really protective and in print on things (thats my twilight phase coming out)

Honestly I might have to make a little drabble outta this cause that's all I've been thinking about since sylus's myth.

Like his scruffy long hair, maybe even a bit unshaved?? Just as a little treat. TORN CLOTHES?? (ik they did that during the dance cards but please) like yk that would pull sm money outta Caleb mains.

Zayne who loves taking pictures of you. Anywhere and everywhere you both go, he will always have his camera out and ready. Always swinging around his neck with the band you got him. So whenever happen to look extra beautiful with that sun glare behind you, he can make sure to always remember it.

It began as a small hobby of his, getting gifted a camera from a coworker during secret Santa. It wasn't fancy one, just something that would make a good gift for Christmas. It was a dark blue with white detailing. He thanked them and continued on with the night, not really thinking he would use it all that often.

Until you convinced him to.

You two we're getting ready for your date night, fancy restaurant with a walk in the park to end it off, when you suggested that he bring it. "𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺"

So he obliged. He stuffed your bag before heading out, not wanting to carry it all night long.

The night was pretty normal, you both sat down and ordered your favorites. Maybe it was your suggestion or something else entirely but the way you looked tonight, he couldn't believe it. You looked like a model, an actress staring in a romcom even. He had to capture it.

"Could you pass me the camera please" he asked politely, still listening to you rant about your coworkers being incompetent. After figuring out what most of the buttons do, he brought it up to his eye and quickly snapped a shot of you. Bringing back down to his chest to see what masterpiece he created, and it was beautiful. You always joked he was amazing at everything but this proved it.

The lighting was immaculate, it framed your face so perfectly. You stood out in front of everything.

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵!!" Giggling as you grabbed the camera from him, you were stunned. There was no way this was his first 'professional' picture. You looked like you belonged on the cover of some magazine that told you how to find true love.

"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴" you genuinely asked, getting a closer look at the picture. "𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦" you just continued to stare at the photo, feeling your ego rise.

After you finally put down the camera, the night continued on and after awhile. You both left and headed to the park. There was this beautiful spot that you deemed your "love spot" It was surrounded by trees and had a fence that looked over to the river. It was barely lit up but it was enchanting.

"Stay there" He said, backing up a bit. You were leaning on the fence with your elbows and looking to the side. You were confused before you hear the snap! of a camera. He must've snuck it out of your purse while you were looking. "𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴" he gave you a smile before wrapping his arm around you, watching the night sky. You were his muse now, always being the perfect model in his eyes. The one he wishes to only capture in his photography. To show his love for you through his pictures and the way he captures you"

Hehheh a little drabble of my favorite headcanon of him don't forgot to send requests!!! ♡♡

Vampire!sylus who trys so hard to hold himself back.

He knows it's bad to be following you around, watching you do basic tasks through your window but gods, it's so hard to get your smell out of his mind.

The moment he saw you, his mind went fuzzy. So unsuspecting as you walked through the woods. He could see a faint outline of a gun through your pants which only gave him more excitement. He's always loved a person who could fight.

And that paired with him having not ate for three days was a dangerous combination.

So he followed you, told himself it was only till you got home then he would leave. To keep you safe from harm obviously.

However, that wasn't enough for him and his body got the upper hand.

It didn't help you lived in a lit up apartment complex with basically every window open, the thought of you seeing him though kept him going, adding fuel to his inner perverted fire. '𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴' he kept repeating but his body said otherwise. His slacks growing tighter with each passing minute.

He was so glad you lived on the first floor.

You were just so beautiful and your aroma was alluring, as if you were unknowingly calling out to him. Inviting him. It was insane to him how no one had taken you as their own but he was greatful non the less. No one could ever appreciate your beauty like he could, understand your body like him. Even if he hasn't touched you yet, he will.

He'll make sure of it.

Eventually you had to retreat back to your bedroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. If he was less of a man, and human, he would've broke in. Looked at you sleeping and maybe taken a souvenir from your panty drawer but he knew for a fact he was better that.

Not like he physically could though or it would be undeniably be tempting.

However, unknowingly for him, you knew he was watching. And you were ready to drag this out as long as possible. You knew he would be back for more.

"You're always so beautiful when it snows"

Beautiful wasn't a title that sylus was called often, nor known for. However, since meeting you, he's gotten a lot more info on how people, and especially you, view him.

He knew he was dark and scary, a nightmare that people wish to never cross. Something that's put on posters to warn you about it's presence and yet, you never saw him that way. You saw him for what he was, underneath all the layers that he created long ago for protection. Everyone around him knew he was terrifying. Whether he liked it or not.

But you saw something different.

You saw a kind and compassionate man, someone who, when he truly loves someone, loves them deeply. Who cares for people in his own way.

He knew you looked danger in the eye everyday, you were a fighter after all and yet, you were still able to see the beauty in almost everything.

Including him.

And that intrigued and confused him even more.

"𝘐 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺" He said through a slight smirk, tilting his head towards you. You just rolled your eyes before looking back over to the city. The snow flakes falling around you both was enchanting, feeling like a planned photoshoot with just how perfect everything was turning out to be.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" You threw back at him, leaning onto the iron fence. Your sarcasm being apparent. These small moments are something you absolutely adore. Being able to tease each other freely was your own love language.

Like always, he could've said something witty back, a one liner he came up with in a matter of seconds but, he didn't. Not every silence needed to be filled and he was more then okay standing here with you just, watching. Looking down at the river below, it had frozen over and it was a beautiful sight, no cracks in the ice. Completely smooth all over.

It was a comfortable silence, no words needed to be shared. You never felt force to talk to him, you both were okay with just existing next to each other.

And that's how you prefered it.

This was very short so don't kill me pls but don't forget to send me asks (also how are we feeling with the blog change...)

MWAH KISSES ♡