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deanwinchesterswitch · 9 months

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Run Away With Me

Summary: Timing is everything.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 935

Warnings: None

Beta: @princessmisery666

Inspired by: Runaway by The Corrs

The door behind you crashes open, a loud crack of plaster emanating as it slams against the wall, and an imposing flannel and denim-clad figure fills the entrance. You hadn’t expected to see him here but aren’t surprised by the intrusion. The rush of air that follows carries his unique cologne of leather, motor oil, and spicy aftershave, and you scold yourself for the deep inhale to momentarily savor its familiar comfort.

“Don’t do it.” His chest heaves with the effort of speaking as if he’s run a marathon.

The gravelly rasp sends your pulse skittering, “Winchester,” but you keep your tone deadpan, suspiciously eyeing his reflection in the mirror in front of you. “You weren’t invited. What are you doing here?”

His almost imperceptible glance to your left tells you all you need to know, and you sigh in exasperation. An amalgam of emotions swirls in the ardent depths of the viridian eyes that again find yours in the mirror’s reflection. Afraid to analyze why your lungs seize as if the entire room has become an airless void, your relief is palpable when he doesn’t give you a chance to.

“He won’t make you happy.”

You inhale sharply, taking a moment to try and calm the fury that overtakes your turmoil as you turn to face him. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. You have no idea who or what makes me happy.”

“That’s not true.” His tone is sure, but no smug smirk backs it up, only a look of dejection.

Tension thickens in the air like the barometric pressure of an oncoming hurricane, and Donna decides to make her escape. Placing a kiss on your cheek, she rubs a hand down your arm, whispering, “Give him a chance to say what he needs to, yeah?”

“You and I will talk later,” you huff, but return the soft smile she gives you before walking toward Dean. She pats him on the chest, and he nods, giving her a brief smile as he steps further into the room to let her pass.

His eyes rake over you, top to bottom and back up. “You’re stunning.”

He says it with such appreciative awe that your casing cracks a tiny bit as you snap, “Why are you here?”

“Missed ya.”

Ah, there’s that cocky grin that has a way of either firing you up or infuriating you—contingent on the circumstances, of course. Scowling at him, you wave a hand down your body. “Kind of busy right now.”

“Yeah, ‘bout that,” he scoffs, “you’re making a mistake. He doesn’t know you like I do. He-”

Unable to stop yourself, you sneer, “As I said, you know nothing.”

If you give him an inch, he will take that mile and then some. You refuse to let him see that you’ve been having doubts, that you’d been caught up in a rip current barely keeping your head above water, and mere minutes before he came bursting in, you’d been talking to Donna about calling the entire thing off.

Ignoring your interruption, he smirks, “I know that under that silky little number,” pointing a finger, “you’re wearing your favorite Chippewas, the black ones. I know there’s a garter on your left thigh, but on your right is your PPK-L in that sexy little holster I bought you.”

Damn him!

He takes a step closer. “Does he know what you used to do? Have you told him what really goes bump in the night?” He nods at the press of your lips, accurately surmising that you haven’t. “So you’re starting this new life with a lie.”

“It’s not a l-”

“An omission of facts?” he supplies, brow arched in arrogance.

“I left for a reason. It hasn’t changed.” He paces like a jungle cat eyeing its prey. Apparently, he has something to get off his chest and isn’t going anywhere until he does. “Say what you came to say, then leave.”

“It has.”

“What?”

“Your reason—for leaving—oh, it’s changed.” Placing a hand over his heart, he states, “Everything fell apart after you left. I tried. I tried to let you go. I knew you’d be better off, happier without me, so I tried to forget about you and move on. Throwing myself into hunt after hunt, drowning in bottle after bottle of cheap booze …nothing worked. You’re everywhere.” The longing in his eyes belies the fierceness of his tone. “Your voice is a constant whisper in my ear. The taste of you lingers on my tongue like good whiskey. My dreams …you- you’re always there. It’s like we’re rigged up to an IV of dream root. Even when I’m awake, you haunt me. You're a ghost that I can’t dispel,” throwing his hands up, he grunts, “and I’m done trying to.”

Swallowing thickly, you stare at him, jaw slack, lips shaped around a heavy exhale. You know he loves you. Understand why he never voiced his deepest emotions or let you get too close. But maybe, now …

“You say I don’t know you, but I do. I always have. And I’m sorry for not giving you what you needed. I’m sorry for hurting you. I came here,” doubt creeps into his features for the first time since muscling into the room, “to beg you for a second chance.”

Your pulse beats like a hummingbird's wings as you mutter in disbelief, “It’ll never stop.”

“What?” The word weighs heavy with defeat in the space between you.

“I’ll never stop falling in love with you.”

Smile radiant, his voice a siren’s song, he extends a hand. “Run away with me.”

Sam's Version

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aroacebunny · 7 months

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thanks @rovermcfly for the tag! <3

When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!

tagging (but also no pressure !!): @corvinho @tomaturtles @froggieknight @medusasresfriadas @ohheyitsyouagain @thattiredsock @pirateoftheclouds @aoi-herondale @witchkittypersonal

#tried to choose songs that though i don’t necessarily listen to on a regular basis this are songs that everytime i listen to i’m like YES!!!#tag games #anyway i love you music <3

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owl-of-fandom · 1 year

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written for @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt: runaway by the corrs

this is the happy ending we have all been waiting for! you can find the other parts here (part 1 | part 2 | part 3) you can also find the whole thing on ao3 here thank you so much for being patient and sticking around for this 🫶🏻 I hope you like it! 🩷

wc: 1634

He’s so nervous. He knows Draco wrote in his letter not to contact him. He wants to respect his wishes, but he can’t just leave it like this. He’s mad about Draco. And he never even got to tell him.

If, after this, Draco really doesn’t want him, it will be fine. His heart will be broken, even more than it is right now, but he will leave Draco alone.

Harry just got back from the most humane and mutual breakup he could have imagined. Ginny only needed to look at him and they both knew it was over. She made it so easy for him.

But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters is to get to Draco.

His heart is pounding madly in his chest, as Harry knocks on the familiar door. There’s no answer, so he knocks again. And again.

Oh god, what will he do if Draco’s not home? What if he’s out? Or on a date? His heart drops and for a second he contemplates going home. But his flat is cold and empty and the thought of having to go back there fills him with dread. If he’s being completely honest with himself, for the last few months he hasn’t really felt at home in his own flat. When he thinks of home the image of Draco’s flat comes to mind. The image of Draco, mostly. It has for a while. He can’t believe he didn’t realise before.

Finally he can hear a commotion from inside. Draco is home and grumbling as he approaches the door.

Then suddenly the door is yanked open and Draco stands there, looking furious for the fracture of a second. The grumbling stops and his face falls. His eyes turn impossibly huge.

“Harry.” Draco’s voice rings through Harry and for the first time in days he feels like he can breathe again. A weight is lifted off of him, that he wasn’t even aware was pulling him down.

“Hi,” Harry says. He feels foolish. How can hi capture what he means to say?

Draco looks adorable with his thick duvet wrapped around his lithe frame. He must have been in bed already.

Shit, Harry thinks sheepishly. He hasn’t even considered Draco being in bed. Hopefully he hasn’t woken him up.

“Hi,” Draco echoes. His eyes are still wide, his expression unreadable. Just now Harry realises how red his beautiful grey eyes are. Something twists in his stomach. He wants to hold Draco, console him, make everything right again. But he doesn’t know yet if he’s allowed to.

“Can I come in?” he asks instead.

Draco opens the door wider but he doesn’t step aside. A ray of different emotions flash across his face, too quick to name any of them. His face hardens, becomes all pointy and aristocratic again. Harry barely recognises the man he fell in love with.

“Draco?” Harry wills his voice to be gentle, careful and tries to put as much emotion as possible into it.

“No. No, I can’t let you in.” Draco says, quietly, but determined.

“You –“

“No. I can’t. I’m not … I can’t. Please, leave me alone.” Draco looks so sad. Harry is almost sure there are new tears welling up in his eyes.

“Draco,” Harry sighs. “Please. Hear me out.”

Draco wraps the duvet tighter around himself, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“I don’t want to hear how you miss me. And let you back in only so you can slip out in the early morning hours and go back to her. I don’t want to hear all of your empty promises. I don’t want you anymore.” He spits his last words. His red-rimmed eyes spark fire. Angry tears spill and roll down his cheeks.

“Draco,” Harry says again. Tender and soft. “I love you,” he says helplessly.

“You – what?”

“I love you.” Harry takes a tentative step forward. He reaches out a hand to cradle Draco's face, wipe away the tears, but drops it again, as Draco flinches away from him.

“I’m sorry,” he goes on. “I never should have kept you a secret. I never should have brought you into the situation you were in. It wasn’t fair to you. Or to Gin.” Draco winces slightly at the name and Harry feels another wave of guilt wash over him. How could it have taken him so long to realise the harm he was doing?

“I know now how wrong I was. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“So,” Draco speaks slowly, carefully, “you’re here to what? Apologise?”

“Yes.” He can see, how Draco’s face falls, just barely, but noticeable to someone who knows Draco as much as he does.

“But also,” he hastens so say, “I miss you. I need you. Draco I’m in love with you. I love you. Please, don’t give up on us. Don’t give up on me.”

Draco sighs. Then he turns around and walks back into his flat, leaving the door open. “I’m making tea,” he announces.

Harry follows, relief washing through him, as he closes the door behind him and finally allows himself to hope.

Only a few minutes later, they sit at Draco’s tiny kitchen table, each of them with a steaming cup of tea in front of them. The smell comforts Harry more than he thought it would. The situation seems so mundane. How many times did he sit right here and have tea with Draco in companionable silence?

Harry watches Draco’s long fingers wrap around the mug. He blows into the steam and takes a tiny first sip, burning his tongue, like he always does.

“Harry,” he breaks the silence eventually. Harry’s head whips up and he tears his eyes away from Draco’s hands.

“I meant what I wrote,” he says. “And I don’t expect to change my mind.”

“But I –“

“You love me, yes. So you’ve said.” Draco winces slightly at the words. “But that doesn’t really change anything.”

“I broke up with Ginny,” Harry blurts. He didn’t want to say it like this. But it terrifies him that he might have to leave here again. Might have to be without Draco after all.

Draco looks at him, all shocked and wide-eyed. His hand with the tea mug stays frozen in the air, halfway to his lips.

“I broke up with her and I love you. I want to be with you. I – please. Draco, darling. Please give me another chance.”

“You. You did what?” he stammers. With a thunk he puts his mug back down on the table, the tea inside sloshes precariously high and just barely doesn’t spill.

“I broke up with Ginny,” Harry repeats weakly.

“Why?”

“Because I want to be with you. I love you.” He knows he will say it as many times as Draco needs to hear it. He’ll be lucky if he gets to tell him for the rest of his life.

“You want to be with me?” Draco echoes. His façade crumbles and finally Harry can see the man he loves so much. His grey eyes soften, he pulls his legs up and under himself and his fingers begin to fiddle with the hem of his duvet. Finally he stops holding himself so stiff and allows his body to be comfortable.

“More than anything,” Harry confesses. He reaches out and gently cups Draco’s cheek, just like he longed to do ever since he got here. Warmth spreads in his chest as Draco leans into his touch instead of flinching away.

Draco takes his hand and holds it in his own, intertwining their fingers.

“What about the press? Your friends? They won’t like you being … with me.”

Draco shudders visibly.

Harry moves around the table, without letting go of Draco’s hand, so he can sit beside him. He puts an arm around his shoulders and pulls him closer, duvet and all, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“I don’t care. Draco, there’s nothing like the feeling of being with you. We can run away together if you want to. Be somewhere nobody knows us and start anew. I don’t care as long as I’m with you.” As he speaks, Harry feels the words ring true. He’d go wherever Draco wants to be.

“I love you. And I will keep loving you. As long as you want me.”

“Are you sure?” Draco asks. He looks up, from where he has his head leaned against Harry’s shoulder, his face soft with vulnerability.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve fallen in love with you. And I’m never going to stop falling deeper in love with you. If you want me?” he can’t help himself but intone the last words as a question.

Draco begins shaking against Harry’s chest. In a panic, Harry goes through everything he just said and tries to find out what it was that hurt Draco, that made him cry.

He opens his mouth to trail back, to apologise, whatever it is that Draco needs right now. But then he realises Draco isn’t crying. He’s laughing.

Harry swallows. His heart plummets, his stomach drops.

Draco pulls away giggling, but stops abruptly as he notices the look on Harry’s face.

“Oh Harry,” Draco murmurs. He cups Harry’s face. His warm palm feels grounding and comforting against his cheek. Involuntarily Harry leans into the touch.

“Of course I want you. I love you, too, you sap.” He grins broadly. Harry doesn’t remember the last time Draco looked this happy. He’s not sure he ever saw him grin like this. He does his best to match the enthusiasm with his own smile.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks, already pulling Draco closer by the collar.

“Please,” Draco murmurs against his lips. He tastes of milky tea. And home.

#owlish writing #drarrymicrofic #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco

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skeptiquewrites · 1 year

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Microfic: Nothing Like Me And You

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'runaway' by the corrs

Safely ensconced in the bottom bunk of their hostel room, Harry murmurs about his cooking class in Lavapiés right in Draco's ear. It's warm, close.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep," comes Ginny's voice from above them.

Harry stops whispering then, but presses a kiss to Draco's forehead.

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #fifty words

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the-al-chemist · 4 months

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The Lights That Never Go Out

1998 is drawing to a close, and the Wizarding World is preparing for the first Christmas since the end of the war that ripped so many families apart.

With so much having been lost, close friends Charlie Weasley and Artemis Hexley are among those searching for glimmers of light that might give them a way through the darkness, if only they can be brave enough to follow where that path leads them.

Prologue: There Is A Light

Chapter One: Over The Hills And Far Away

Chapter Two: And There You Were

Chapter Three: Stars By The Pocketful

Chapter Four: The Gift

Chapter Five: So Much To Learn

Chapter Six: Come And Get It

Chapter Seven: About Time

Chapter Eight: All The Things I Always Missed

Chapter Nine: Across The Line

Chapter Ten: Morning

Epilogue: And It Never Goes Out

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Playlist:

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

When You Say Nothing At All - Ronan Keating

Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis

Snow on the Beach - Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Ray

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

Poveglia - Degs

Everything Has Changed - Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran

Here I Am - Dolly Parton ft. Sia

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Your Song (cover) - Ellie Goulding

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Runaway - The Corrs

(You Make Me Feel Like A) Natural Woman - Carole King

Wherever You Will Go - The Calling

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Next To Me - Emeli Sandé

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#artemis hexley #charlie weasley #hpff #harry potter fanfiction #hphm fic #hogwarts mystery #the lights that never go out #charlie weasley x oc #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #friends to lovers #Spotify

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frogayyyy · 15 days

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What are 5 songs you like that start with the letter R?

why are there approximately ten songs in the history of the universe that start with the letter R

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

Runaway by The Corrs

Rebel Rebel by David Bowie

Road to Nowhere by Talking Heads

Rosanna by Toto

#thanks for the ask!#ask games #ugh these are all so mainstream 🙄 i'll lose my quirky little guy license #/j

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nelweensfic · 1 year

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Runaway

For the song prompt "Runaway" by The Corrs for @drarrymicrofic! Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta 😘

It wasn't what he had expected when he joined the Golden Trio for their Horcrux hunting but he couldn't help it. There was nothing like him and Harry. He would follow him anyway. He would run away from his family and his destiny because Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry Potter.

#drarry #drarry microfic #nelweensfic #Draco joining the trio for Horcruxes hunt #I love the idea of that he knew and decided to join to help them #but found himself in bad situations because now he's on the other side #harry x draco #drarrymicrofic #drarry fic

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harrietmjones · 2 years

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The Crazy Irish Girl and The Wee English Fella

Independent Love Song - Scarlet

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

There She Goes - The La's

Two Princes - Spin Doctors

Mother We Just Can’t Get Enough - New Radicals

Never Be the Same Again - Melanie C

I Turn to You - Melanie C

Always Be My Baby - Mariah Carey

Breathless - The Corrs

I Love You Always Forever - Donna Lewis

I Can Love You Like That - All-4-One

Can You Feel the Love Tonight - Elton John

(Everything I Do) I Do It for You - Bryan Adams

This Kiss - Faith Hill

I'll Stand by You - The Pretenders

You’re Still the One - Shania Twain

Dreams - The Cranberries

Runaway - The Corrs

Black is the Colour - Cara Dillon

[Playlist]

#derry girls #erin quinn #james maguire #erin x james #james x erin #jerin #the crazy irish girl and the wee english fella #derry girls playlist #derry girls spotify #derry girls playlist spotify #derry girls spotify playlist #playlist #spotify #my opinions #my thoughts #im always too hard on myself but im actually happy with this playlist

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tokuvivor · 8 months

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For the songfic ask game: either “One Way or Another” by Blondie or “Runaway” by The Corrs?

How about both?!

Okay, so for the first one: Gandra is slogging through yet another day at F.O.W.L., and during a particularly long meeting, she tries to prevent herself from falling asleep. She decides to play the song in her head for as long as it takes to distract herself from Bradford’s droning. No one else really notices, as they’re too busy trying to figure out how Bradford hopes to accomplish defeating Scrooge and his family.

Eventually, the meeting lets out, and Gandra makes a beeline for the restroom. Once there, she pulls out her phone, jams her earbuds in, pulls up One Way or Another, and just rocks out to her heart’s content, just dancing and head-banging away. Just as the song ends, she hears someone coming, so she straightens herself out. It turns out it’s just Pepper. Pepper: Hi Gandra! Gandra: Oh. Hey, Pepper. Pepper: *notices Gandra, somewhat out of breath* Did I…miss something? Gandra: *blushes slightly* It’s a long story.

And now for the second one: Thanks to Webby, Beakley is now able to cultivate her own playlist on Squawkify. Nothing fancy, just a lot of music by English, Irish, etc. artists. One day, she puts it on while doing chores. Scrooge comes in, intent on reading the newspaper. When Runaway comes on, Scrooge asks Beakley what it is, and when she tells him it’s by an Irish group, he goes on another mini-rant about the distinct differences between the Irish and the Scottish, and how the Scottish are superior. He scowls into his paper, but he can’t help but get fixated on the lyrics. Because he’s not gonna lie, it made him think of his maddening relationship with Goldie. And he didn’t totally mind that. By the end of the song, he has an intrigued look plastered on his face. Beakley asks him why he was looking like that, and Scrooge, a bit hesitant, asks Beakley how he could get that song for himself. Beakley: I thought you resented the Irish. Scrooge: Well, aye, but…maybe it’s nae all bad.

There’s no way he’s going to tell Beakley the real reason for his interest in the song, though.

#song fic summary ask game #gandra dee #scrooge mcduck #bentina beakley #blondie #the corrs

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deanwinchesterswitch · 9 months

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Run Away With Me

Summary: He can’t let go.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 852

Warnings: None

Beta: @princessmisery666

Inspired by: Runaway by The Corrs

A formidable plaid and denim-clad form fills the entrance as the door behind you crashes open, slamming against the wall with a loud splinter of paneling. You hadn’t really expected to see him here, but a swirl of anticipation sweeps through you. His large hand pushes back the hair that falls in his face, and you scold yourself for wishing those fingers were tangled in your hair instead.

“Don’t do it.” His chest heaves, his eyes focused.

The deep husk sends your pulse racing, but you keep your tone deadpan, “You weren’t invited, Winchester,” glaring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

His glance to your left tells you who the instigator of this intrusion is. The hard stare that matches yours when your eyes meet in the mirror again sends a shiver down your spine. Not keen on trying to decipher the reaction, you’re grateful he doesn’t give you the opportunity.

“He won’t make you happy.”

Fury rises, and you huff in disbelief as you turn to face him. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. You have no idea who or what makes me happy now.” You know it’s a lie, but bitingly add, “You barely knew then.”

“That’s not true.” His tone is sure, a smugness in his features.

The air in the room feels heavier, the tension growing as you silently stare each other down. Jody decides to make her escape, squeezing your arm and smiling, coaxing in that familiar mom voice, “Give him a chance. Listen to what he has to say.”

“I will talk to you later,” you huff but return the smile before she walks toward Sam. She pats his arm, and he nods, giving her a brief smile as he steps aside to let her pass.

His eyes rake over you, a gleam in their depths. “You look beautiful.”

He says it with such heartfelt sincerity that a tiny fissure forms in the wall you’ve built up as you snap, “Why are you here?”

“I missed you. Missed us.”

Grimacing, you wave a hand down your body. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“About that,” he sneers, “you’re making a mistake. He doesn’t know you the way I do.”

Unable to stop yourself, you scoff, “Like I said, you know nothing.”

You refuse to let him see that you’ve been having doubts, that you’d been caught up in a whirlwind, never letting you touch the ground to get your bearings. Just before he came bursting in, you’d been talking to Jody about calling the entire thing off.

Ignoring your interruption, his eyes narrow, “I know that under that lace and satin, you’re wearing your favorite Converse, the red ones. There’s a garter on your left thigh, but your Smith & Wesson CSX is strapped to your right.”

Well, damn!

He takes a step closer. “Does he know what you used to do? Have you told him why you wake up screaming? That the nightmares are memories?” The corners of his mouth curl up, eyebrows lifting as he accurately perceives that you haven’t. “So, what, you’re already lying to him?”

“It’s not a l-”

“An omission?” he interjects, and you want to smack the arrogance from his face.

“I left for a reason.” He begins to slowly circle you like prey. Each spiral brings him closer. He has something to get off his chest and evidently plans to stay until he does. “Tell me what you have to say, then leave.”

“You don’t belong with him.”

“What?”

He stops behind you, and with each inhale, the soft, worn cotton of his shirt brushes against the bare flesh of your back. Turning you both toward the mirror, he rests his hands on the curves of your shoulders, eyes boring into your reflection. “I tried to let you go. To forget about you and move on, but it was impossible. Your scent lingered in my room for months. I found a pair of panties in the laundry, the blue silk ones I would use to keep you quiet. The first-edition book you bought me for my birthday still sits on the bedside table.”

A hand wraps around your neck with gentle pressure while the other runs down your side, tapping the holstered gun when his fingers reach it. “See, I know you.”

Swallowing thickly, you stare at him, breath labored. You couldn’t form words even if you knew what to say.

Unexpectedly, everything in him shifts. The hand at your neck loosens to rest on your collarbone, and the fingers on your thigh are now a gentle pressure against your hip. “I’m sorry for hurting you. For not being there when you needed me. I came here,” uncertainty briefly swims in darkened irises for the first time since he bulldozed his way in, “to ask for a second chance.”

Your heart flutters like butterfly wings as you mutter in disbelief, “I’ll never stop.”

“What?” The word is filled with swagger, swaddled in uncertainty.

“Falling in love with you.”

Fingers denting into your skin, he growls. “Run away with me.”

Dean's Version

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@thinkinghardhardlythinking @calaofnoldor @wayward-and-worn @princessmisery666

#dw's witch writes #run away with me #sam's version #flangst #sam winchester #080923

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