Vcnillafairy - 𝜗𝜚poppy

she makes me feel so seen

iris you are so loved by me and i would support each of your actions and and and

you like knives during sex???wow that’s so weird???????? what wrong with you???? how can you like that??? you’re sick……what’s your number??? your address???

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god gave me great tits to distract everyone from all the stupid shit that comes out of my mouth

I wish I was a doll, I don't wanna think or eat or do anything really. I just want to sit peacefully forever pretty and a little girls dream. Too bad I'm a mentally screwed teenager

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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.