He leaned back against the door as he waited for her to answer. “Really, so what are we talking about here, like everyday that you do this, or just when I’m gone?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows.
He noticed how she was looking at him, he knew that look and what it meant. He pushed off the door and slowly walked over to her. “So I want to know one more thing.” He said as he walked and stop behind her. ” I want to know if you just picture me while you do this.” He paused then leaned down so he was next to her ear. “Or do you think about my hands caressing your body.” He asked her as he started to run his hand slowly down her back, when he reached the middle of her back he slowly moved his hand to her side. He moved her hair away from her shoulders and neck with the other hand. “Along with the feeling of my lips against your skin.” He asked in a husky tone as he leaned down, to brush his lips along her skin slowly.
Elena shifted her weight as her chocolate hues looked him over from a distance. “Those nights when you’re gone on a long hunt..” she simply replied. Dean started making his way towards the girl and it was almost as if he knew what was on her mind.
The gentle touch of his hands on her felt like every nerve in her body was coming alive. His words were like velvet as his lips were closer now to her ear. Elena licked her lips as his own grazed across her soft skin. Desire filled her entire body as he began bringing her fantasies to life before her. Tilting her neck, the girl allowed him more access to her exposed neck.
"I think about all of the possible things you could do to me." Elena muttered breathlessly as she slowly turned around to face him. "The way your touch makes my body crave you even more.. The way your kiss drives me crazy with desire for you.." Her chocolate hues held a sultry look as they met his emeralds. Their lips were merely inches apart from each other as her words were barely a whisper. "And how your voice makes me melt every single time you whisper in my ear.."
He shook his head when she began to speak. “Shh,” He told her as he looked at her. He still couldn’t believe she was alive, he thought for sure the blade would have killed her. “I know, it’s okay.” He said as he held her closer to his chest. He looked around, trying to see if Cas was anywhere around.
He sadly smiled down at her. “You should know better than to say that to me by now.” He said as tear slid down his cheek. “No, that’s not all that matters.” He told her while shaking his head. “You matter, you matter to me.” He told her as he looked into her brown eyes. When she leaned into his chest her held her tighter. “Just hang on you’re-” He heard the slight sound of fluttering. “Dean!” Someone yelled as started to run over towards him.
He knew that voice anywhere, it was Sam. Cas had brought Sam with him just as he asked. The only problem was, it was a little to late. “Oh my god, what happened?” Sam asked him as he reached Dean. Dean looked over his shoulder at Cas. “Can you heal her, please.” Dean said in a tight voice. Cas come over and knelt down in fornt of them.
Dean removed his hand from her stomach, as Cas reached out his hand, and placed it on her stomach. “What happened?” Sam asked as he looked at him. “She stabbed herself, to stop herself from attacking me..” Dean told Sam as he brushed some of Elena’s hair back off her face. “There, it’s done, she going to need to rest and” Cas paused. “What? What else is she going to need Cas?” Sam asked as he frowned a little. “She’s going to need blood, the knife didn’t kill her, but it took a lot out of her. I can only heal her wound. She’s going to need blood to get her strength back.” Cas said as he stood up and looked around.
"We have to get out of here, before more Demons come." Dean said as he slowly let go of Elena. Only to kneel in front of her, he picked her up and held her against his chest. "Take us back to the bunker." Dean told Cas as he held Elena. Dean closed his eyes as Cas nodded and reached out to touch Sam and Dean’s head. When Dean opened his eyes they were back in the bunker. "Sam, go find Kevin and see if he’s found anything about the second trial." He told him as he began walking back towards his room. "If you need me, you know where to find me." He told them as he walked towards his bedroom.
He walked back to his bedroom in silence as he carried her, he kept thinking about how he had almost lost her. It was because of him, that she had gotten hurt. Once again, someone he loved was hurt because of him. If he had never gone back to Mystic Falls the demons would have never found out about her, this was his fault.. He walked into his bedroom and slowly laid her down on the bed. “You’re going to be alright,” He said looked down at her. “As you need is to rest up for a few days and you’re going to be fine.” He said as he looked at her.
The fluttering sound of wings made Elena crane her neck towards the direction. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw Sam and Cas make their way towards her. When Dean moved his hand away from her wound, she winced from the release of pressure until a new set of hands replaced her lover’s.
Dean scooped her back up into his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was still physically too weak to move by herself. Besides, Dean always made her feel safe and sound while she was in his arms. Elena clung to him as they were instantly sent to the bunker.
As he carried her off towards his bedroom, Elena peppered kisses along his collar bone. The vampire was happy to know that her hunter was safe and sound because she did something so brave even though it was risky and it could’ve possibly killed her. Dean gently set her down on his bed and stood back up and she could practically see the wheels turning in his head. Her slender fingers reached out and grabbed his hand before speaking softly. “Hey.. None of this is your fault. Don’t blame yourself for this. I know how you think, Winchester.”
Dean always was the one to blame himself for his loved ones getting hurt but it wasn’t his fault. This was Elena’s life. She was free to make her own choices. Now, if only she could get him to see that.
- Real Talk - Muse cannot tell a lie
- Haunted House - Muse is a ghost
- Holding Hands - Muse will be romantically frustrated
- No Mask - Muse is their real self, no hiding behind a mask
- Blank - Muse has amnesia
- Odd Greeting - Muse will greet everyone with a kiss
"I am your wife, Jess! For better and for worse. That is the vow I made that day to you. I just can’t believe you would lie to me about something like this!" She let out a frustrated sigh as he stood up suddenly. Elena was surprised when Jesse brushed passed her and out the front door. She pursed her lips as her gaze shifted to look back at the door that he just walked out of.
Grabbing Jesse’s hoodie, she shrugged it in and went outside after him. “No.” She simply stated. “You’re not going back there alone.
Jesse was taking his time as he walked down the driveway, his arms extended and both of his hands flexing. He wasn’t sure if he felt more anger towards or if he felt more anxiety toward her ever meeting his dad. He turned around at her voice, “I’m not goin’ back there t’ talk t’ ‘em,” he said with tone laced with irritation, “an’ even if I was, I wouldn’t let you come.” His jaw was clenched in suppressed anger, his hues glaring at her. “Why d’ya care so much, El? ‘E’s my father.” His hands were now fisted before he turned his back to her, exhaling and beginning to walk back down the driveway. “Please.. please don’t follow me.. or track me t’ find out where my father lives, jus’.. jus’ stay out of it. Can you do that for me, can you let me do something independently for once?” he begged her, hands hanging and his body facing his back to her while he spoke.
He started walking again with slow, yet steady, steps towards the road. He was ready for Elena to interject, he was actually expecting her to at any moment. She wasn’t someone you can easily persuade, but maybe this one time she listened to what he wanted instead if just rolling with ‘what’s better for the two of them.’
Elena’s eyes filled with tears as he turned his back on her. Jesse rarely ever got angry with her so when he did, Elena felt guilty for pushing him to the limits. She crossed her arms over her chest and tore her eyes away from him. “Okay..” her voice was small as she turned and started walking towards their house, looking over her shoulder as Jesse continued walking off.
She walked inside and laid down on the couch, staring at the flames of the fireplace as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She shouldn’t even be this upset. Jesse was only trying to protect her anyways. A sigh escaped her lips as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. She couldn’t help that she felt the need to protect the man she loves. It was in her nature—it was who she was. Maybe Jesse was just tired of her trying to protect him. Maybe he was starting to get tired of her.
i thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone
The beautiful Disney Art of Rodel Gonzalez.
oh god i tried to explain i’d’ve and y’all’d’ve to a friend who is a korean exchange student and she just kind of stared at me in horror for a minute lmao
y’all’d’ve is a triple contraction, which breaking it down is “you all would have”
“you + all” -> “y’all”
"you + would" -> "you’d"
" you + have" -> "you’ve"
im sorry people learning english
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