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The fact we can agree that the Winchester brothers being lovers is erotic is unprecedented.
wtf 😭
Four knocks for four letters in love. Three knocks for three letters in you.
??? Actually wasting each others time
“Five weeks?” JP asks. “Jesus, that’s quick, although our wedding was quick too.” He smirks at Kelsey. “But that was to accommodate Kazoo’s schedule.”
Omg I miss Kazoo
“Not only are they a direct depiction of your personality, but they make the beautiful, light green flecks in your eyes stand out even more. It’s already sometimes impossible to look away from them, but when they’re highlighted so exquisitely, you can’t help but be captivated.”
My mouth goes dry as my eyes slowly work their way up her torso, to her neckline, and then to her face and … something hits me. Something so strong, so foreign that I don’t know how to categorize it. Like this overwhelming sense of … breathlessness. For a moment, my heart actually stopped beating, and the world stopped spinning, and everything was on pause as she came into view.
She stands on her toes and presses the lightest of kisses to my cheek. Even though it means nothing other than friendship to Lia, to me, it feels like she just branded me and marked me as hers for eternity.
“I’ll tell you what’s going on.” He looks me in the eyes. “You’re in love with your best friend, and you just finally realized it.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say as I look up at Banner. “Fuck, I think I like her.” Banner shakes his head. “Nah, man. You love her. End of discussion.”
Ah, so she sees me as a motherly figure. I can’t hear that enough.
“You could do some next-level shit and jeopardize her wedding so she doesn’t get married at all,” JP says.
“Well, if he keeps acting like an ass, I very well might.” That’s the spirit. Wander off, straight into my arms.
“Well, when I was spiraling, I decided to donate money to make me feel better,” JP says. “I know of a great pigeon rescue that could use another donor.” I look him dead in the eyes and say, “I’m not feeding into your pigeon obsession. You can fuck off with that.”
Lia: Why are you thinking about me? Breaker: I’m always thinking about you. Lia: You can’t always be thinking about me. Breaker: I am. When I wake up, I wonder how I can possibly interact with you, how I can catch a glimpse of your smile. Throughout the day, I know that if I need a pick-me-up, some comfort, or fun, you’re the person I want to see. And at night, when I go to sleep, you’re the last thing I think of before I shut my eyes.
I want to slow clap, encourage this valiant behavior because, God Almighty, seeing Lia fired up like this makes my goddamn nipples hard.
“You love me?” “Desperately,” I answer. “Pathetically. To the point that I’d have no shame in following you around even if you did get back with Brian. I’m so fucking in love with you, Ophelia, that I can feel it all the way to the marrow of my bones. It’s a part of me. You’re a part of me.”
