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and i just have to say: if your best friend of 12 years confesses his love to you and afterward your first reaction is "I should have said I loved him back and hugged him" that speaks volumes

got my halloween costume sorted

[points police lamp] sir where was your trench coat on november 5th 2022

Before You Go

Dean Winchester x Reader

WC: 2.4K

Summary: Dean came to say goodbye. He can't continue the situationship you two have shared for a couple years. Its getting to hard. Will he listen to your plea or let you walk away?

A/N: I need some angst, I needed to get some personal things out. Thankfully Dean Winchester was able to oblige me and help me work these things out with this short fic. Was listening to "Before You Go" by Lewis Capaldi alot with this fic.

“You don’t get it, Dean.” 

“Try me.”

“Why? What good could it do? You show up into my life like a goddamn tornado. I got so swept up in you. Then you’d leave. I understood why. Hell, I still do. But can’t you understand what it does to me every time you leave? How it breaks me… Not just my heart, Dean. It breaks ME!”

“I told you what my life was…”

“I know that! I accept that! I accept you… every part of you. I love you for YOU. I don’t care that you drink too much, drive too fast. I don’t care that you risk your life just by being alive and walking around. I accept that you battle demons.”

“I don’t want one of those demons tearing you apart!”

“No… not the black eyed demons. I know they are always after you. I am talking about your demons. Your insecurities and doubts about the kind of man you are. That you don’t deserve the good things. That you don’t deserve someone to love you, unconditionally and forever. Those are the demons that break me, Dean. The other ones, they can’t do half the damage that you do to yourself.”

Dean was quiet. He hated how she could always make him feel, something. Whether it was belief in himself, or how she was able to take any sort of pain away from him; she just made him feel. He asked himself a dozen times in the last couple of years if he was wrong for not staying and trying to find a way to make it work. If there could be a balance of his life’s work and having a life with someone, she would be that someone. 

He hated how her bottom lip quivered with all the pain that was shaking from her heart. He hated how her eyes were wide and full of tears ready to fall. “Dean…” He hated how small her voice sounded when she said his name.

“I want to give you everything.” He wasn’t even sure if the words were audible. His throat had gone completely dry. “I think about you every damn day. Wonder if I am being a stubborn ass by not getting in my car and going a thousand miles in whatever direction you are.”

“So, what stops you then?”

“I stop me! I have too! I tell myself you’re better off without me around–”

“I’m not! I’m not better without you! That’s what I am trying to get through that thick head of yours. I would rather have you for whatever time fate allows, then none at all. And I see it in the way you look at me, you want that too!”

Dean hung his head to his chest. Goddamn her and how she could see through all the layers of defense he attempted to hide behind. “And I would rather know you’re alive and without me, then to be a selfish dick and have you, but know that some ugly ass thing is going to kill you because I’m around!”

“And I don’t see what kind of life I have unless I have you,” she whispered. 

He could see she was angry, but it went far beyond that. She was being raw. She was bearing her truth and the deepest feelings to him, allowing herself a moment of vulnerability that was held completely in his hands. 

“I need you, Dean. You–you make things better. You make ME better.”

Her words pierced his armor and somehow found their way in. “You do that for me, too.”

She took a few tentative steps closer to him, and his initial reaction was to step back. If he let her get too close, he would buckle completely. His resolve wasn’t that strong especially where she was involved. Dean had been at his happiest any of the time he had spent with her. She was easy going, and fit into his life in a way that he never thought would be possible. She was fierce and full of fire, but when the lights were out and it was just the two of them whispering in the dark, she had a softness and delicate nature that he craved. She was the perfect balance of sugar and spice to his mostly bitter life.

“I don’t know what to do here, (Y/N). I have this weight on my shoulders, one I never asked for, never agreed to take on. And even when it's fixed or resolved, there’s another–something–to take its place. Sometimes I don’t even get a chance to breathe. How is that fair to you? You deserve so much better.”

“What if I accept all that, and still want what I want? I want to be that breath for you. That safe place you can hide when everything gets too heavy. Forget what you think I deserve. When does what I want matter? I want you. End of story.”

She was so close; the closest he had been to her in months. He could easily reach out and touch her just like he dreamt he had so many nights before. Part of him longed for it, the other part, the rational thinking part, condemned him for it. Stumbling into (Y/N)’s life was a complete accident. It wasn’t a job, it wasn’t an end-of-the-world type of crisis. It was a simple twist of fate that they had met. She was in the wrong place at the right time and their paths crossed. He figured she would just be another one-night good time, then he and Sam would move on just like it had gone for all his adult life. She wasn’t. After that first night together, he was stuck with her essence and it clung to him for months. The second time they met was also by chance. He had to do a double take and make sure he was really seeing her, hundreds of miles from where they first met. 

(Y/N) had seen him and had the same kind of reaction. She didn’t have many regrets in life, but letting Dean leave the morning after with no way to contact each other, was a big one. Sure, best sex of her life, but there was something about the man himself she couldn’t shake. That second meeting, she approached him and threw her arms up around his neck. Dean didn’t take more than a second to return the hug and instantly feel okay again. All the pain of the work in the weeks leading up to that moment had washed away, and all there was, was her. 

Two nights together that time. They righted some wrongs and exchanged numbers that time. From that night on, every couple months for the next two years they would spend stolen weekends meeting somewhere. They would talk and touch and laugh and hold each other. When he finally told her the truth about his life, she listened without judgment and seemed to accept it all. She understood why he was always leaving. Never once gave him a hard time about it, yet always accepted him with open arms when he was able to see her again. 

The flash of memories they shared cycled through his thoughts in a matter of moments. He was close enough to lean his head down and press his forehead to hers. His hands rested gently on the top of her shoulders and he took in a deep breath through his nose, catching a whiff of her sandalwood shampoo. The lump in his throat prevented him from speaking, but he wanted to. He wanted to say so many things to her, but he couldn’t. He was desperate to tell her that he was falling in love with her; that he wanted to stay when every fiber of his being urged him to leave. He wanted to rebel, and stay. For once, Dean wanted to get what he wanted, too. It was there, standing right in front of him. 

“Dean…” The way she said his name reverberated through him even though it was barely a whisper. “Please stay. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

He caved. He couldn’t resist her when she was like this; real and raw and vulnerable as hell. He bent down and kissed her. There was no hope for either of them once their lips touched again. She was completely human, but she was full of magic. The simplest touch of her on him and he didn’t know which way was up or down. All he knew was that he needed her. He had come to her that time to say it was over, that he wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. Too much was happening in his life for it to ever be safe for them to be together. He begged her to listen to him and understand why it had to be that way. She didn’t understand and refused to accept his decision. Part of him hated her for making it so difficult, but the duality in his heart also screamed at him that he was being a stubborn asshole. 

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and reluctantly pulled back from her, though their lips were still nearly touching. “I can’t…”

She slowly shook her head and took a step back from him. His heart immediately cracked a bit more. “You’re a brave man, Dean Winchester. You fight some of the most disturbing, scary things this world has in its closet, but you will never be brave enough to fight for me.”

“I am fighting for you, I am fighting to keep you safe.” He was angry, but his tone was calm and soft. “I wish you could understand.”

“And I wish you could understand me. But you can't, so I guess I have to find some way to let you go.” He wanted to scream and tell her no, that’s not what he wanted. Farthest thing from what he wanted, in fact. “I will always think of you as my person, Dean. And if there comes a day where you could be brave enough to try with me… to really try, even if it means you still hunt, I’ll be here. ‘Cause honestly, no man could ever be as right for me as you are. And I won’t settle for less than I want.”

She turned to leave. Each step she took away from him, his panic grew. Fear gripped Dean like it hadn’t before. All that he had experienced in the past, fear of losing his brother, his friends, his own life… the fear of losing her was shocking and it was imminent. A flash of memories hit him again, and something inside him broke; the last of his defenses were gone along with his resolve.

His hand darted out, grabbing her arm and turning her back around. He felt primal, like he had so many times before in his life. His need for her was overwhelming and he gave in to all the impulses he tried to fight for so long.

“No,” he said and pulled (Y/N) closer. “You’re right, we should get what we want. You more than anyone, and if I am what you want, you can have me.” His words were hoarse and low, but she didn’t miss any of it. “‘Cause I want you. Hell, I need you. I hate that I do, but I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t lose you.”

He cradled her tear-streaked face in his hands, and when he looked into her eyes, he saw everything he was afraid of; a future. She wrapped her fingers around his hands, and moved them from her face. She was wary of his sudden change of mind, but it didn’t seem to matter because her lips grew into a soft smile. 

“What changed?”

Dean knew he had to be just as vulnerable as she had been with him. If this was going to work, he needed to give her the truth. “The idea of you not being there doesn’t sit well with me. Yeah, there’s still a very good possibility that this could end bloody. But when you went to walk away just now, knowing this would be the last time I saw you, it felt just as bad as if it ended in death. That probably sounds–”

“Insane? It does, but that’s what I’ve been saying, Dean. This, what we have here, this is what life is about. It's not always going to be easy. Sometimes it's going to be scary, or bloody, but it's goddamn worth it if in the moments in between we have each other.”

“So what now? How do we do this?”

(Y/N) gave him a shrug of one shoulder, then laced her fingers through his, pulling him closer. “We start with this.” She got on her toes to reach up and kiss him. “Then, we take each day as it comes. But we do it together. We take this leap of faith that no matter what happens, we’ll handle it. I will learn to defend myself against every ugly thing that goes bump in the night, and you learn to talk to me when things get dark inside you. And in the quiet moments, we live our lives. Whatever that looks like to you, I’m in.”

“And if it gets to be too much?”

“Then, we fight. We fight for what we want. If we are only ever fighting to survive, what kind of life are we fighting to keep?”

Dean thought about what she was saying, and something inside him felt free. Like whatever it was that prevented him from believing he deserved anything good, dislodged and evaporated. He was worthy of all the good things life had to offer, and she was the best of them all. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Fighting for me. For us.”

“I’ll always fight for us, Dean. You’re worth fighting for. One day, maybe you’ll see that for yourself. Until then, all I can do is love you enough for both of us.”

“I’m gettin’ there, sweetheart. Just keep doing what you do best.”

“And that is?”

“Being braver than I could ever be.”

(Y/N) melted into his arms and found no good reason to move away from them. Dean closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of her head. She fit into him so perfectly, he felt that maybe he did find the missing puzzle piece. He thought that maybe despite the big picture of the life he had been destined to live, it wouldn’t be that bad now that he was complete with her by his side.

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flustered- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: very flustered reader, not sure if i exaggerated it too much but i think i did im so sorry about: requested by the lovely stefi!! flustered reader basically lol

it’s one of those nice kind of days—where the sky is leadened with gloomy cotton balls and the heat of the sun is muted. the grass beneath you is fresh and smells of petrichor in anticipation of the rain, already cold between your fingers and needling through your jeans.

a breeze flutters your lashes, urging your eyes open and your hands to splay like a starfish into the ground. something else pricks at your skin, pulling your eyebrows together.

“hey,” someone says behind you. bucky, you realize.

“hi,” you respond automatically, lolling your head back to catch sight of him. he’s tall and solid and upside down when you blink up at him, eyes just as piercing as they observe you.

“it’s gonna rain,” he informs, stepping over to stand next to you. “y’gonna come back inside?”

“no,” you answer definitively, staring back up at the sky. “maybe when the lightning starts.”

“lightning?” he repeats, grunting when he lowers himself gracefully onto the ground. his knee pokes into your thigh, but he doesn’t move it away.

you go still, concentrating on not shifting weirdly. “it’s pretty, but it makes me nervous.”

“what if i stay out here with you?” he offers.

“what are you going to do against lightning?” you ask, laughing. “maybe if it were thor—”

his own laughter is rough, genuine. lightly, he nudges your shoulder. “punk.”

you grin, a little pleased and a little flustered. “what?”

“i’m offering my protection. super-soldier protection.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” you apologize. “i didn’t realize you guys could control weather.”

“you are…” bucky begins, searching for a word. “incorrigible,” he finishes, teasing.

you bark out a laugh, meeting his eyes. “incorrigible!”

he nods. “‘s okay, though. it’s part of your charm.”

bucky turns to observe your profile, silently scanning your features. your thumbnail goes to trace the nailbed of your index.

you clear your throat, watching the clouds as they roll in the sky. “thank you,” you reply. it comes out a little strangled.

bucky clearly hears it, but his eyes crinkle. he hums. “s’my pleasure. i get to talk to you and see you, y’know, be impossible.”

you nod, not sure when to stop. you’re still stuck on his previous compliment, like a thread caught on a hook and you can’t help but pull, let your sweater unravel green and greedy and coarse.

“i didn’t know that was a charm,” you start unsurely. “or that i had charms, more like.” it’s not smoothly said, a little halted in that you want to explain further, only encouraged to by the chaste curve of his lips, amused and patiently heartening. you urge him to silence you. “or charm? is it just charm, singular? i think of charms more like the bracelet things, but charm could encapsulate the entirety of the—” you crane your fingers and move your hands as if they’re cupping something large. “the idea. which i guess is what you mean and it implies a lot more than one, right?”

you’re rambling, you know.

bucky is grinning, though, purely amused and bastardly pleased. he nods along to your words as if he’s listening closely to each rise in your voice, paying attention to each word.

you clear your throat and attempt to relax your tense shoulders. you’re not uncomfortable, you remind yourself. your anxiety carries none of the unpleasantness associated with it, instead something so largely gracious and massively salubrious that it makes you slightly ditzy, spilling out like honey and sneaking into the cogs of your brain.

it makes the wheels stagger and slow, your mind lagging to dig up something more to say. so, you say: “i bet you were really charming back then. you know, because you were so popular? like steve and everyone says.”

bucky chuckles. “were, huh?”

you know he’s teasing. he’s only ever teasing, but you stammer to take it back. “are! are real charming! really charming. i mean—i meant that it was just, like, a lot back then. not that it isn’t anymore, just… just different?” you have to explain, having piqued his actual interest. “back then, it was smoother? from the way people talk about you, i can’t imagine it wasn’t something automatic. now it’s, it’s more deliberate, i think.”

you’ve been talking for so long.

“but, obviously it still works, right?”

he smiles something small, crinkling the edges of his eyes lightly and mischievously as if he’s caught you in something. “why do you say that?”

you shake your head as you look for a response. “uh…”

bucky decides to take pity on you, moving away from the topic to stretch his torso. a sliver of skin peeks from behind his shirt, gleaming and distracting as you try to look anywhere but there. you fail, obviously, your focus betraying you.

“you look real nice today, you know,” he says, a smidge more serious and totally sweeter.

you heat up immediately, ears burning as you squeeze the lobe between your thumb and index. “you too,” you force out, overwhelmed with the compliment, skin prickling with its genuity.

bucky observes you for a few seconds, eyes slow and deliberate as they take you in from a foot or so away, and then he settles a few inches closer.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, but he doesn’t really want to know, isn’t truly asking in the words’ definitions. there’s a pleased mask in his expression, hiding something flustered from your attention from your scrutiny.

you only blink and shrug, the weight of his gaze increasing with every second he stares. the blue of his irises has always been gentle in a sharp way, deep and crushing and grand like the ocean. warm and comforting like the sun that it reflects.

you swallow when he leans in, close enough for you to be sure he’s being entertained by how flustered he’s making you. you can’t think, you realize after a blank moment, mind crowded with the way his fresh scent interrupts the petrichor.

he’s smiling when he finally pauses in front of your face, nose nearly brushing against yours close, close enough that you can see the stars in his eyes and count each charcoal lash.

"you know you don't have to be so nervous around me?" he whispers.

you shiver, unable to help yourself as you dig teeth into your lips and your attention flickers to his.

they twist up when they notice, only crawling further when you choke out an affirmation. “yeah, yeah. i’m not—”

your reply dies on your tongue when he swoops in, noses nudging when he kisses you. your eyes stay wide open for a moment before they flutter shut, your body frozen before it melts inevitably, slackening into him. one of his hands moves to hold your waist, lips smiling beneath yours as he pulls away.

you swallow, attempting to blot away the haze his kiss has glossed over your mind. his grin isn’t helping, blinding you and chasing away the breath that kisses your lungs.

“i’m not nervous,” you finally force out. “you’re just—just really—”

“i’m really?” he urges.

you frown. “mean,” you finish.

he laughs, and you’re dizzy again.

(never forgotten)

Happy Hour

Summary: The reader returns home after a night at the club realizing she’s taken something that she shouldn’t have. Her neighbour, Dean, notices when she’s practically locked out of her house and spends the night with her.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Square: Quote B: @supernatural-jackles​ 6. “I dare you to kiss me.” Neighbour AU @spnfluffbingo​

Word Count: 3,187

Warnings: drugged!reader, drugs, vomiting, implied/light smut, mature themes, kissing/cuddling, pining, language, mainly fluff, a little angst maybe

A/N: Don’t do drugs, this is pure fiction. Written for @spnfluffbingo​ and @supernatural-jackles​’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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