“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that’s no good, no good at all, because he’ll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I’ll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.
Rule 63! Cas take two :)ahhh! What a perfect fem!Cas (. ;u;) let me be your Dean
BE THE DEAN I WANNA HAVE IN THE WORLD <3
Eeeep! I’m Deanna Winchester. My hair is messy, I like classic rock, many layers of clothing and pretty angels.
Gee, that’s cute. Can’t wait to eat
ugh get a room you two some of us are trying to do actual research here