He was so, so close, dangerously so. I couldn't bring myself to pull back, to break eye contact. I was entranced by him. He kept me there, locked in his intense gaze. His eyes burned with something I hadn't seen ever before. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed. "Penny for your thoughts, Si?" Dean's breath fanned my face, making me pull in a breath of my own. I needed to step back before I couldn't control myself. You. But I wouldn't tell him that. I couldn't. For one, his ego did not need it. Two, I was scared. I was terrified that this would go too far and it wouldn't work out. "Wouldn't you like to know?" The words slip past my lips faster than I can stop them. That seemed to happen around him. I couldn't control the things I say or do. Normally, I had the best self-control a person could hope for. But Dean...he was able to rip that to pieces with just one look, one word. Dean chuckles and my body warmed at the sound. He stepped closer. His body brushed mine now and I couldn't breathe. But the burn in my lungs felt nice. Dean looked at me for a few moments. I could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking about? I desperately wanted to know. "Screw it." He muttered before leaning down and kissing me. ___ Saige Dawson was a longtime friend of the Winchesters, the eldest brother especially despite the fact she was two years younger than him. She'd always had a tiny crush on him, not that'd she's admit it. And definitely not to him. John would bring his sons to her father's farm where they'd spend a week or two every once in a while. Saige had grown up hunting and with the Winchesters. She'd opened up to Dean, shared all her secrets and spilled her entire life story. He did the same. So one day when he stops by for a visit and tells her that John was missing, Saige had to help. John was like a second father figure for her. She couldn't just leave him hanging. And she couldn't leave Dean hanging either. He needed her help. So she would help.

❝ mirror in the sky, what is love? ❞ dead poets society (1989) 🕯 ˗ˏˋ gentlemen, what are the four pillars? ˎˊ˗ ₊˚.༄ travesty, horror, decadence, excrement ! 🎞 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 n. perry x keating!oc lowercase intended © hollywillow-

-𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ᵖᵉᵉᵗᵃ ᵐᵉˡˡᵃʳᵏ '𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝. 𝙉𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧.' -How the winner of the 73rd Hunger Games tends to favor District 12, after Haymitch Abernathy sent her sponsors that helped her win her games, and is determined to get the underdog, lover boy back home and safe with her. (...thg-mockingjay p2) (...peetaxfem!oc)

𝐢𝐟 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 messed up 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦

❛ 𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ❜ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you attend welton preparatory school and befriend a group of boys when a certain brunet catches you eye. #1 in charliedalton - may 31, 2020 #1 in robinwilliams - september 12, 2020 #1 in toddanderson - november 3, 2020 #1 in poets - november 29, 2020 #1 in neil perry - january 1, 2023 ❪ charlie dalton x reader ❫ ❪ dead poets society ❫ ❪ @deadpvets 2020 ❫ ❪ completed ❫

"Why do you only call me when you're high?" "But I'm always high." that seventies show season one-season six + epilogue highest rankings: 1 in 70s 1 in 1970s 1 in hydefanfic 1 in stevenhyde 2 in that70sshow 563 in fanfiction completed 12.31.18 2017 © an_intellectual

{SET BEFORE THE EVENTS OF 'THOR'} - "Did you know," she said, sitting on the ground and turning to the prince, "that Midgard has an entire language dedicated to flowers? Each of them mean something else. It's a very sweet way they can express emotions to each other." Loki laughed quietly. "Midgard can truly be backwards at times, but they are amusing." He nodded to the flower she had just essentially brought back to life. "What does the gardenia symbolize in this language?" "Young love," she answered after a moment of hesitation. "Secret love." Loki felt something flutter in his chest. - Arranged marriages are something out of Shakespeare and ancient history. At least that is the thought of Loki Odinson, but his father clearly has other plans. In a political move aimed to unite Vanaheim and Asgard, Loki is betrothed to the youngest daughter of the royal family of the neighboring realm, Vanaheim. Loki, who doesn't even know if he believes in love at all, finds himself in a very odd position, especially because he's met his betrothed before. A marriage date is set, but both the bride and the groom are less than satisfied. Can love grow out of circumstance? Rankings: 5 in #lokifanfic 2 in #lokilovestory 8 in #asgard 3 in #odin 7 in #thor 1 in #frigga 1 in #norse 4 in #thorodinson

Y/N Moonshine, the great granddaughter of Merlin himself. Her journey through Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry leave people slightly cautious of her, maybe because of her family tree? But Y/N still manages to catch the eye of a well known Slytherin boy, and he doesn't hesitate to get close to the student who's known as the Spoilt Little Rich Girl.