#put your head on my shoulder

[yovrnewromantic]

PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER

Sleepy Sam needs your help to make it into the motel room after a long hunt. Thinking he’s dreaming, he says some things he means. warnings: drowsy confession. dean leaves to get food as usual. use of y/n. fluff. idiots to lovers. friends to lovers.

"You are so much heavier than you look."

Outside the door of a trashy motel room, Sam has his face buried into the nape of your neck. One of his hands is braced against the brick wall while the other is secured loosely on your waist while you fiddle with the room key.

The entirety of his weight has been on you since you tugged him out of the passenger seat, barely holding him up as Dean drove away under the ruse of grabbing some food. His lazy ass just wanted to make you carry his brother to bed-- not that you could complain, being this close to Sam was heaven.

You've only been traveling with the brothers for a few months, but you couldn't help the gnawing feeling of a crush whenever you looked at Sam for too long. It was like a breath of fresh air, standing beside him in the darkest of moments and feeling safe even though you know you shouldn't.

With a hip on the door, you bite your lip, willing yourself not to think about the position you are in. It reminds you of college-- watching drunk couples struggle to get inside their dorms late at night when they couldn't decide between making out or properly opening the door.

But you and Sam weren't a couple. And he wasn't drunk, just tired.

"'M sorry," he murmurs, voice barely audible and kind. His hot breath tickles your skin. Heat rises to your cheeks and you're grateful that his lanky body has created a shadow over you to hide your blush.

"It's okay," you chide, trying to focus your attention on the tricky lock rather than brushing the hair covering his slow-blinking puppy dog eyes. "Just try to stay awake for me until we get you in bed. Okay, Sammy?"

Softly, he releases an agreeable hum into your shoulder. The vibrations send a pleasurable chill down your back. Goosebumps form on your arms.

The blue neon Motel sign flickers. In the split second of darkness, with pure luck, you finally probe the key into the lock and twist.

Pushing the door open with a harsh kick, you're surprised Sam doesn't completely collapse as you walk. Instead, he holds onto you desperately as you help him to bed.

Blood and grime are buried underneath your fingertips as you maneuver the vomit-beige comforter over top of him, yanking it up past his jeans and to his chest like you're tucking in a child. You can't help but smile down at Sam adoringly. Honestly, you feel like a creep, but when else would get the chance to stare at him so blatantly without him noticing or Dean's tease.

You wrinkle your nose at the clinging feeling of fabric and sweat on your back and reluctantly turn away from Sam to go take a shower. A hand wraps around your wrist weakly yet surprisingly firm. Sam murmurs something in audible, tugging your wrist.

“Hey, sleeping beauty," you whisper, giggling.

His eyelids flutter, barely opening as he sighs when he sees your face, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Y/N.”

“Hi,” you breathe, titling your head at the exhausted and strangely worried expression on Sam’s face. He yanks your wrist, and you stumble, letting out a small curse as you catch yourself on the side of the mattress. “No, Sammy. I’ve gotta shower.”

“Please.”

His little whine has your heart breaking into shattered little pieces. It takes a lot for you to escape his grip, physically and mentally. Pursing your lips, you will the pounding of your heart to calm down.

“One sec. I’ll be back before you know it, I promise.”

There's a pregnant beat of silence as you force your feet to move rather than stay looking at Sam -- you don't know if you'll be able to look away if you keep staring. The quiet is filled with the idle clapping of your shoes and the small creak of the bathroom door as you take one half-glance back at Sam before you step past the threshold, slowly shutting the door as to not make any noise and wake him from his oncoming slumber.

Then, you hear it, muffled through the white-painted wooden door. They're small and sound slurred together, but you hear them and you're unsure if you're the one dreaming.

“I love you.”

For a brief moment, you’re frozen in place, making eye contact with your wide eyes in mirror where you’re holding your breath. The bathroom door whips open, silver handle knocking against the eggshell white motel walls.

Pulse in your ears, you exit the bathroom, breathless. “What did you say?”

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

The three words ring in your ears like a new form of tinnitus, forsaking your traumatic days and replacing them with something much scarier.

You feel pale as a ghost, but you can feel the heat in your cheeks, as stark contrast to the blasting AC that was determined to freeze your bones.

Immediately, your gaze finds Sam, begging him to respond.

The tips of his eyelashes are prodding into his cheeks, his lips gaping. Chest rising and falling in even breaths. He’s asleep.

“No, no, no.” You rush to the bed, not even flinching when your knee bumps into the corner of the frame. Leaning over Sam, you repeatedly pat his cheek, urging him to wake up. His skin glows pink under your feverish touch. “You can’t go asleep on me, Sam! Wake up.”

He sits up, eyes darting around the room, confused, voice rasping with sleep, almost raw. “What?”

One look at your face and he’s placing a hand gently on your forearm. It sets your skin on fire. “What’s wrong?”

“Say it again,” you demand. Say it to me so I can say it back.

His brows furrow. “Say what again?" His thumb starts to rub circles on your arm. Sam looks so beautiful you feel like you might die. "What happened, baby?”

Baby.

Your stomach flutters. Swallowing, you plead for your throat to wet so the words will come out without burning. “Say you love me.”

His eyes widen, the whites of his making his hazel eyes stand out even more, the raw lighting in the motel makes it looks like hearts are forming in the highlights of his eyes.

His lips part, head tilting, and his eyes flickering across your face, as if he's trying to commit you-- this moment -- to memory. They pause at your lips then they're back at your eyes.

“I love you.”

Instantaneously, your lips find his.

His find yours.

The kiss is helpless and sloppy. Each of your lips plump and lazy with sleep, tongues peeking for a taste, hands searching for anything that would provide stability. Somehow, you make your way into his lap, arms thrown around the back of his neck, hanging onto the headboard.

Sam breaks away from you, but not for long. Forehead resting against yours. Him panting. “I thought I was dreaming.”

You cannot stifle a giggle, pecking his lips, relishing in how his chase after yours. “Yeah? You dream of me often, Sammy?”

“When I’m lucky.”

i’m gonna be honest, i’ve only watched like ten episodes of spn and read a bunch of ffs so if this inaccurate i’m so sorry. But these puppy eyes have been haunting me

forget this in my drafts tbh

[gifs-of-puppets]

Dramatic Reading of "A Pirate's Life For Me" (2015)

[skywalker1dream]

lost in each other's arms.

note: it's true when they say, music is a muse for writers. hope you like it...oh and its really short

Sebastian Vettel x reader

warning: fluff

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The room was bathed in a soft glow, the only illumination coming from the flickering candles scattered around the space. The gentle melody of "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" filled the air, enveloping you and Sebastian in its soothing embrace as you swayed together, lost in each other's arms.

Sebastian's hand rested lightly on the small of your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you moved together in perfect synchrony. His eyes met yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, yet it echoed through the room, filling you with warmth.

You blushed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "And you're irresistible," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, but filled with a sincerity that spoke volumes.

As the music played on, you allowed yourselves to get lost in the moment, the world outside fading into insignificance as you focused solely on each other. In that small pocket of time, nothing else mattered except the love you shared.

Sebastian leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his words sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins.

"I love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

"I love you too," you whispered back, your heart overflowing with emotion.

As the song continued to weave its spell, you and Sebastian moved as if in a dream, the outside world fading into insignificance. Every step, every touch, spoke volumes, expressing the depth of your connection without the need for words.

With each movement, you felt as if you were drawing closer together, your hearts beating in perfect rhythm. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you like a cocoon, shielding you from the worries and cares of the world outside.

And as you continued to dance, the soft strains of the music carrying you along, you knew that this moment would be etched in your memory forever, a precious reminder of the love you shared with Sebastian, now and always.

[chicademartinica]

The rumor is so delicious because if the white people dem starts to make money with censored Chinese material ?!!?

[lostmykiliel]

Apo's Head x Mile's Shoulder

- A Love Story -

Back in their early days Apo often hid his face or leaned his head on Mile's shoulder:

However then the shift* happened and nowadays it's mostly aborted motions/hovering above in public:

IG Live from Mumbai trip March '23:

IG Live from Hong Kong trip Nov '23:

IG Live from RSFF trip Dec '23:

Be on Game Special Dec '23:

Only time they pulled through in public was at the Man Suang Exclusive Dinner, a rather private event for a very few lucky fans in Feb '23:

+Bonus: The one moment from The Hidden Character where we don't know if it's aborted or if they pulled through:

[*The shift happened somewhere in Summer 2022. Before Mile & Apo were obviously already close, but afterwards they became even closer. Like the way they look at each other, how they talk about each other and their connection in interviews and at the same time sharing less of their private moments than before. What exactly happened we can only guess though.]

[lcdrarry]

23 May 2024 | LCDrarry Fic

Count On Me

Prompt: "Put Your Head On My Shoulder", 2019, Netflix Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 23,044 words Rating: General Audiences Warnings: fake dating, forced cohabitation

Notes: thank you so much, A, for betaing <3

Summary: University students Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy run into each other one day. Literally. On bikes. After that, they can't get away from each other, no matter how hard they try. And then, it seems, they might not want to. Based heavily on the C-Drama "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" on Netflix.

Read it now on AO3.

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[djkerr]

Kurt: Dinner?

Diane: 😮

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[hainethehero]

buddietommy throuple dynamics (these are fun)

[freechaostyrant]

"Put your head on my shoulder" Cockles edition

As requested by @blanketforcas and @sunglassesmish 's nonny 🫶

Tiktok

[penguinsnoot]

East Asian Dramas You Should Watch

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2) A Love So Beautiful {China} (1 season, 23 episodes) [Romance, Comedy, Coming-of-age]

Five friends endure high school life together and become closer at time goes on, with friends and neighbors Xiao Xi and Jiang Chen figuring out their relationship as they grow older. 

3) My ID is Gangnam Beauty {South Korea} (1 season, 16 episodes) [Romance, Comedy, Coming-of-age, Drama]

Bullied for her looks growing up, Mi-rae decides to get plastic surgery before starting college in the hopes of avoiding ridicule, but instead faces new challenges that wear at her self-esteem. 

4) My Secret Romance {South Korea} (1 season, 14 episodes) [Romance, Comedy]

Jin-wook and Yoo-mi, two people with drastically different personalities, fall in love amidst a series of misunderstandings and accidents.

5) Find Yourself {China} (1 season, 41 episodes) [Romance, Comedy]

Fanzing is caught in a love triangle between a young employee and an older executive, leading to tough decisions about love and life. 

6) Wait, My Youth {China} (1 season, 24 episodes) [Romance, Coming-of-age]

A group of friends experience the ups-and-downs of life together as they face hardships in love and life. 

7) Moonshine and Valentine {China} (1 season, 25 episodes) [Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Drama]

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8) Alice in Borderland {Japan} (2 seasons, 16 episodes) [Thriller, Drama, Sci-fi]

Arisu finds himself in a desolate Tokyo where he must compete in dangerous games to survive. 

9) Sweet Home {South Korea} (1 season, 10 episodes) [Drama, Horror]

As humans are turning into dangerous monsters, an apartment complex’s tenants fight to survive together. 

10) Mr. Heart {South Korea} (1 season, 8 episodes) [Romance]

A pacemaker and marathon runner find themselves falling in love despite a rocky start. 

[hail-brod]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson x FReader

How can a single song bring so much memories? A tune it may only be, but a moment from it bore deeper than it should.

Loki Laufeyson hadn't thought how magical it would be to have someone dear so close to him.

From the melting touch of your palm on his own to the enclosing warmth between your bodies, both swaying amidst the quiet night—an unheard song played in your head, a mellow and dreamy rhythm. The lightness of it's notes carried you both like the wind, even if Loki himself didn't know what were you dancing to, he followed your movements. His other hand laid on your hip. Yours almost hanging on his shoulder blades.

And to him, your resting head on his shoulder was more than enough of a reason to enjoy this moment.

"Mind sharing your thoughts, my Queen?" Loki hummed.

Feeling your breath close to his neck made him shiver, until you sigh out beneath him. "Just a song." You say.

"Oh?" Loki raised a brow. "Tell me, how does it go?" He asks, earning a soft chuckle from you. Loki lets out a satisfied grin.

"Should I just hum it? I don't particularly know the words that well anymore."

"I'd love that." The man says, pulling you gently to his chest. "And do hum it well."

Loki gives out a light ring of laughter when you playfully huffed. Not a moment after, he proceeds to soothe your hip with his thumb, his laughter long gone.

The brief silence enshrouded you both; you start to hum.

Just like the night's calm voidness and the moon's gleam seeping through the curtains and windows of your shared room, serenity circled around you. You hum a song that he had never heard before though he must admit, it sounded lulling.

Not a lull that he finds only for slumber, but a lull that felt right. So right. As if your voice echoed across the room, which actually was, and it sounded like dream. Like the voices in a vast hall, invading his mind with only adoration and the fleeting moments of a rush.

Skin to skin, he felt it. Your fingers intertwining between the gaps of his hand, squeezing it as if to reassure—to reassure that he was still there, and that you still collided on his chest.

Not long, Loki followed your humming. Now at least, quite familiar with the rhythm.

"Did I hum it well, then?" You ask in a hushed tone.

"No." Loki replied. You then slowly turned your gaze up to him, squinting. "That's why I'm humming it myself." He teasingly smirks down on you. But his eyes shows otherwise; genuine gleamed in them. Before you could spat back with an offended joke, Loki gently pushed your head back on his shoulder. "Now, is this song of yours a Midgardian one?"

You hummed a reply. "Yes. You seem to like it."

"I do." He says, a smile tugging up on his lips. Once he said that, he felt you lean closer on the nook of his neck—snuggling the coldness of the night away.

With a muffled voice, you remarked. "Old man."

A confused frown reformed Loki's expression. "I beg your pardon?"

You boom out a little giggle. The said man sensed the way you inhaled his scent before replying, to which he amusedly bathed in. "My grandparents love that song. Though, I can't disregard the fact that it is pretty much a lovely piece. Old record or not," You pressed your forehead on his own with closed eyes, hand grazing the nape of his neck. "it's captivating as it is."

Loki takes a second to relish the moment as he closed his own lids. But one thought occured to him as he opened it again and made the quick action to land his lips on your own.

"I hope you're aware that you've captivated me, little one." He leans back.

You fluttered your eyes open. The smallest hint of catching you off guard lingered in your eyes. "You've done more than that to me, my King." You stretch out a smile.

"Yeah?" Loki began. He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "I'm very aware of that, dear wife." A satisfied smile grew on his lips once he took notice of your flushed cheeks. But he didn't stop. "Even more aware that I've made you carry our child now."

"You're insufferable." You muttered, leaning back on his shoulder. Though, Loki didn't miss the redness of the tips of your ears.

Loki chuckles. "That I am." He says, resting his cheek right above your head.

And again, he hums back the song. This time, he alone rode the tune. The twist and melody from his voice seemed to bring you rapture as you sighed beneath him.

Such a serene and lovely night that almost seemed to last for years, decades, centuries or whatnot. To Loki, all of it was his prized moments. No treasure or power could measure his love for you. Even when he ruled a realm, you were his great solice. Even when he found himself lost in decisions, you were his inspiration. And then becoming a father to your children had proven him many things. Even he had realized more that raising children was no easy task. Still, you stood beside him.

You still stood tall, even you were growing older day by day. Years cut shorter than he would've liked, and Loki dreaded it. His children dreaded it.

But Loki knew very well that he had spent enough time with you. He had made you happy, and so did you. He carved every memory he had with you deep within his mind, never intending to brush it all for the sake of reducing his pain.

Because he would happily feel it than not.

Even when those dear memories spring up to him like an old record, he would never cease to keep loving it.

Then he heard it again. That familiar tune that he knew very well. That rhythm that kept his mind awake in the gleaming moonlight in his room.

You've always said you didn't remember the words to the song, but now he knows what those were.

"Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too..."

He got lost in it, reminiscing your humming voice. As does the old radio played in his room that one of his children had brought home, he stood right where you swayed that night.

He smiled fondly as he listened. So long he started to hum along to the song just like the olden days.

And so he let the tears fall.

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sorry its already 2:30am, i hope this was angsty enough idk ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Ko-fi?

[moonchildsthoughts]

Not him singing one of my absolute favorite songs 😭❤️

Stephen Sanchez singing "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" by Paul Anka ♡

@harpocrate ♡

[bearandhistoys]

PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER 💕

[nahee-dolove]

Can someone tell my why all the main female leads in the Chinese drama I have watched have crimped hair? It's subtle but it's there.

[buddyhollyscurls]

THEY ARE SOOOOOOOOOO