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chyckles · 4 months

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Mastermind

━ A Bucky Banes one-shot

━ Pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

━ Summary: Where you plan a masterplan to confess your feelings for Bucky.

━ Words: 2.6k

━ Warnings: None, just my bad grammar

━ A/N: Nat is alive in this one, just wanted a little AU were everyone is happy and alive.

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Bucky isn't in his best mood. Actually, he's been in a bad mood lately, at least when he's with you. So you know that you should wait until he seems better to put the plan into action. But you just can't wait anymore, you've been having a pretty bad week yourself, and you need to get it out of your chest just yet, or it may end up killing you.

So, arming yourself with courage, you approach him that night. He seems to be doing nothing, just scrolling boringly through his phone. He looks cute, using both of his hands to hold the phone, just like old people.

"Hey, Buck" you say when you enter his range of vision.

He looks up from his phone, he doesn't look startled, probably heard you entering the room with his super-soldier ear.

"Hey" he says, and goes back to his phone. For a man who wasn't born in this century, he seems to enjoy new technologies.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure" he says, even though he looks pissed. You don't understand why he's acting so strange around you lately, maybe you really shouldn't be doing this.

You sigh.

"So... I was planning on watching a movie with Nat, but she just went on a mission. Do you... want to watch it with me?" you ask quickly, like if you say it fast enough the words would change or something.

"I'm busy" he simply says, frowning. He doesn't look busy at all.

You look around as if looking for something or someone that's keeping him busy. You, of course, don't find anything, so you nod sadly and turn around "Okay, I'll ask someone else"

Great, the plan hasn't even begun and you have already failed. You feel stupid. Why would a man like Bucky Barnes be interested in you? You're just a normal woman, there are plenty of better options out there, even inside the team.

As you approach the door, you feel the pain of rejection wash over you. Bucky and you were always close friends, but lately, he's been acting all cold and weird with you. Maybe he found out you like him and is trying to push you away? That's the only thing that makes sense, and it hurts you. It hurts you because not only are you losing the man you have feelings for, but you're also losing a great friend.

"Wait" you hear Bucky's voice when you reach the door.

"Mhm?" you ask, turning around, he's now standing.

"You know what? A movie sounds great" he says with a nod.

You can't help but smile "Really? Cool. I was thinking of a horror movie, but if it's not your thing we can watch something else. You know, if you get scared easily?" you tease.

You're beginning to regret teasing him, now that your relationship is not at its best, but then he smiles:

"Yeah, I think I can handle myself, horror sounds good"

You nod, now excited "Great, I'll make some popcorn a prepare some drinks, we'll have fun"

"Sounds good"

You nod with a smile "You can choose the movie while I prepare everything. Choose a good one"

With that being said, you start to walk to the kitchen.

Now your plan can begin. To be completely honest, you didn’t have anything prepared with Nat, you just needed an excuse so you didn’t sound so desperate about it. You have everything planned: first, you will confirm if Bucky likes you, with subtle touches and light words. Then, you will finally confess your feelings. You just hope you don’t embarrass yourself.

Since he’s been so rude to you lately, you’re not so sure about the plan, but what can you do? Just stay there, watching him from a distance, but never making a move? You’re not like that, you have to do something, or you may combust. At least you have to find out if he likes you back, or if his sudden behavior with you is because he doesn't like you anymore, even as a friend. At least he has accepted to watch the movie, that has to mean something. Right?

With that in mind, you grab the popcorn and the drinks and make your way to the living room. Bucky is already there, scrolling through a streaming service with a frown on his face.

“Hey” you leave everything on the table and smile at him. He doesn’t smile back, just nods while you sit down next to him. Why is he being so reserved? You really don’t understand.

You can’t help but notice that he’s sitting in a way that his metal arm is not facing you, how convenient.

“So… have you chosen a movie yet?” you say as you eat popcorn.

“No, still trying to think what to pick” he says, turning his face back to the TV.

"Anything's fine, really. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece (horror movies normally aren't)"

“Alright” and his eyes linger on yours, maybe longer than he intended. You can’t help but notice and smile.

Then he chooses a random movie and press play. He makes himself comfortable and you catch him looking at you. Is he looking at you with happiness, discomfort or something more? You can’t tell, his face is indecipherable.

You turn away from him, you don’t want to make it so obvious that you like him, not before putting your plan into action. So you stare at the movie, but you can still feel his eyes looking at you from time to time.

The movie plays and you’re too nervous to make a move. You sigh, now unsure about everything.

Then, the perfect moment for your plan occurs. There’s a jump scare in the movie. You’re not scared at all, but you jump a little and hold his hand, wanting to see his reaction.

His face doesn't change, but you can feel his body stiffening. Maybe he doesn’t like you after all? Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe you’re making a fool of yourself?

But then he squeezes your hand and looks at you with a reassuring smile. All the doubts leave your mind when you see that smile that you love so much, when you feel his hand around yours, comforting you.

First part of your plan: done. He didn’t back off, he didn’t look at you like you’re crazy or called you out.

It still didn’t mean anything, right?

You continue watching the movie, and you proceed with the second part of the plan. This is a little more risky, but you assure yourself that it’s worth it. You fake yawn a few times.

Finally, you, slowly, rest your head on his shoulder.

He doesn't move, maybe even being a little more frozen than he normally would be. You smile, this is a good sign, right? You wish you could see his face, or read his mind.

You continue watching the movie like this, resting your head on his shoulder and still holding his hand. There’s nowhere in the world where you wish to be more than here.

You still have more things in your plan, but the movie ends before you can make them happen. You finally separate from him, your body hot where he was touching you.

“Hmm, not the best movie I’ve watched, but entertaining enough, right?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, it wasn’t bad” he nods.

He looks at his hands, you can feel he’s nervous. Is that a good sign or a bad one? You can’t tell.

“I should get going” he suddenly says.

You feel disappointed.

You still haven’t decided if you’re gonna confess or not. He didn’t react bad to any of your moves, but you still feel unsure. What if he sees you just like a friend? What if you ruin your friendship? Then again, your friendship hasn't been in its best stage lately, you wouldn't be ruining anything.

You decide to do it. You just can’t stand this feeling. Looking at him, being close to him, but not being able to kiss him, to touch him… it’s just so painful.

“Got somewhere better to be?” you finally ask.

“Not really” he says “But… I should go. Thanks for the movie, tho”

He stands up and starts walking away.

“Wait” you say. You can’t just let him go like that, you may not have another chance like this, where you two are alone “Wait, I… need to tell you something, can you sit down for a minute?”

“Alright” he says with a confused frown, but he does as you say and sits down again.

You swallow nervously, unsure where to start. You decide to start with the beginning:

"I... I kind of lied to you. I wasn't planning on watching a movie with Nat, I haven't even seen her since yesterday. I... planned all of this to spend time with you" you confess "Alone time with you" you specify.

“You did?” he asks. He seems confused.

“Mhm, and you know why?” This is it, you’re gonna say it.

“Why?” he asks softly.

“Because I like you” you finally confess.

The room falls completely silent. Bucky is apparently frozen. You are too.

You try to look into his eyes, looking for a sign. But he’s not looking at you.

“Well? You don’t have anything to say?” you chuckle nervously.

"I..." he stutters before he manages to get his voice back. “I like you too."

You sigh and laugh with relief "Really? I mean, I..."

“Yeah, I really do” This time he looks at you, and you can finally see his eyes. They’re shining, you have never seen them like that, you have never seen them as beautiful “I like you a lot”

You smile and lean in towards him. You look at his lips and then at his eyes, like begging him to kiss you.

You are so close… so close you can feel his breath. So close he can probably hear your fast heartbeat. “Kiss me” you whisper.

You don’t have to ask twice, he closes the space between you and kisses you. His mouth presses against yours, soft and gentle at first, then more firmly, with a hunger that has been growing for too long. His hand travels to your waist, holding you; and yours goes to his hair, holding him even closer to you.

It feels like you two are melting into each other, his body pressed against you, every inch being touched. It feels almost surreal, almost magical.

Your tongues meet and you both let out a murmur of joy. Everything is perfect, this is how things should be.

You grab all the courage you have left and make your way towards his lap, putting each leg on either side of him. He lets it happen. Your legs are now wrapped around him, making it impossible to be closer.

He now holds you with both his arms, probably without thinking about it. Both the warm and the cold sides of him make you feel whole.

You finally separate from him to catch your breath, he seems to be just fine, tho.

He then smiles shyly, like you just did not kiss fiercely a second ago.

“I’m glad you told me”

“Yeah, I’m glad too” you say with a smile.

He shifts, making himself more comfortable, before he looks into your eyes with a smile "I… how long has it been that you feel this way about me?"

You raise your eyebrow, confused by the sudden question, but decide to answer:

“I think I liked you since the moment I met you, since the moment I saw that pretty face framed by that long hair" you laugh, and he blushes a little, making you blush too "But I thought I just liked you as a friend, I didn't realize what my feelings were until a few weeks ago, you know, after that mission... when you were injured, and I thought..."

“You thought what?”

“That I was gonna lose you” you confess and that makes him smile sweetly. Your right hand travels to his cheek and start caressing it "Yeah, and in that moment it hit me: I didn't want you as a friend anymore, I wanted to hold you, to take care of your injury, to kiss you until you feel better”

After a moment of comfortable silence you ask:

“What about you? When did you start to have feelings for me?"

He seems to think about it for a moment, maybe contemplating if he should tell you.

"Do you remember when I told you I was having nightmares about the time I was tortured by HYDRA?"

“Yeah, that night neither of us could sleep?”

"Mhm, well... in that moment, when you comforted me... when you were there for me... I knew then. That was when I realized how much I liked and cared for you, more than any friend or teammate ever before."

You smile softly "That was a while ago, you should've told me sooner"

“I thought you would never feel the same way about me, though you were just being kind, like any friend would”

“That’s funny, I’ve been avoiding telling you because of the same reason” you chuckle slightly.

“I guess we’re both stupid”

“Yeah… But, anyways, I have a question… why were you being so… why were you avoiding me lately?” you didn’t wanna say the word ‘mean’.

“Oh, you notice?” he says, and you can feel embarrassment in his voice “I just… it hurted me being around you, but not being able to… you know… kiss you or…” he rambles.

You smile and kiss him again, this time the kiss is soft and short.

When you separate, you can’t help but laugh out loud with the thoughts that cross your mind.

“God, Nat is not gonna believe I told you”

“What? You've been telling Nat about me?" he raises an eyebrow.

“Of course, she’s my friend” you smile.

"Right, right. What else did you tell her?” he asks. Is he teasing you?

"Oh, nothing, really. Just rambling about how beautiful I think you are... you know, that kind of things girls talk about" you say caressing his cheek. That makes him blush again "I think she would be relieved that I finally confessed, because now I can tell you instead of her, she was getting irritated" you chuckle.

He chuckles too, probably imagining Nat pissed about you rambling about him. The thought of it is just too ridiculous.

"Did you always plan to confess to me at some point then?" he asks.

“Of course, I always have to make the first move” you joke.

"So, you really planned all of this? Not just the movie, but the whole confession as well?" he smirks.

"Yeah, the movie was just to make sure you liked me too. You know, holding your hand and all that... I'm a mastermind"

“And I guess that means you'll be making the first move the rest of the time as well?"

"Of course" you smile evilly.

"Of course," he mimics back. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get used to you taking charge then."

He smiles back at you in the same way you did and leans forward so that his face is close to you again.

"What are you planning next?" he hints with a smirk.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to be my boyfriend?" you ask with a sly smile.

"Be your boyfriend?" he repeats with a teasing smirk. "Did you plan that as well? Is this the next step in the mastermind's plan?"

"Mhm, is it working? Would you say yes?"

"Yes," he suddenly answers, not wasting any time. "I'll be your boyfriend."

"Great" you say and then give him a quick kiss.

"And now that I'm your boyfriend, what are our next steps?"

"I have to keep that a secret, don't want to spoil my masterplan" you wink.

"I should've known," he says, laughing softly. "Always a step ahead, isn't it?"

"Always" you chuckle.

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kara--zor-el · 3 years

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"I know you already said I'm not as toxic as my name implies, but I didn't get that name by accident..." This chyckle seemed a little sadder. "That being said, You might be surprised about how good I am with children. They like the hair."

"I wouldn't be opposed to staying. It's not like I have a child waiting for me at home or anything. Do you need help with anything? I know you used to be Super Girl, but that's a big house."

Kara smiled, cupping Poison’s cheek. ‘You’re far too hard on yourself. Who you were is not who you are. What you do today and tomorrow, that is what defines you. And I don’t see whatever gave you the name...I see my friend.”

“And you needn’t do anything. Your company enough is worth it. But...if you wanna help curb the suspicion of the region’s leading source of wheat being maintained by a single tiny blonde and her even tinier daughter...you could help up out on the field. I can even pay a decent wage.”

#fightlikeaguurrl

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cautionphan · 5 years

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*chyckles and playfully kisses his hand and talks to him* - phil

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*whispes something in dans ear* - maddie

*sighs* no princess *kisses her head* - dan

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bladedarkside · 7 years

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#Lagar #mat #grillad #chyckling #grilledchicken

#mat #grillad #grilledchicken #chyckling #lagar

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chyckles · 4 months

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Love deficit

━ A Dean Winchester one-shot

━ Pairings: dean winchester x fem!reader

━ Summary: Where you get drunk and end up in front of Dean's door.

━ Words: 3.2k

━ Warnings: alcohol, the reader is drunk (nothing happens while she's drunk, Dean's not a creep), use of y/n, cursing I think, mentions of an abusive past relationship (the abusive person speaks with the reader on the phone), a little suggestive at the end, my bad English (I'm from Spain and suck at grammar). Please, let me know if I missed anything

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It wasn’t the best day of your life, but it wasn’t bad either. Until he called you.

You didn’t know it was him, you wouldn't have picked up the phone if you knew it.

“Y/n” You hear his voice. And suddenly all you have constructed, all the walls you have constructed around you, they all fall down… He’s there, speaking to you again “Y/n, answer to me, baby”

‘Baby’ you hate how that sounds on his lips now. You will hate that word forever.

“Baby, we have to talk” he continues talking “We have to talk about what happened, if only you would give me another chance… I will make it up to you, I swear”

You still don't answer, the words can’t leave your mouth, and you feel your eyes begin to water.

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know that wasn’t me, right? I would never hurt you” his words are sweet, he’s trying to get to you like he did in the past “I regret everything that happened, everything. I just want us to be together again, like the good old times, you know? Henry and y/n against the world. Baby, just say something, I miss you”

“I…”

“There she is, my pretty baby. C’mon, you know our fate is to be together. What happened… it was just a mistake”

“A mistake? You call hitting me a mistake?” you can’t help the words spilling out of your mouth.

“Yes, a mistake, a stupid mistake”

“Just leave me alone, okay?” you say, and hang up the phone. But the damage was already done. You’ve heard his voice again, you’ve heard him call you ‘baby’ again. He’s getting in your head, and the worst thing is that for a moment, you did consider getting back with him. Because after all, after all he did to you… a part of your heart would always want him.

So you decided that the best way to forget about him, about that voice, was to go to a bar and stuff yourself with drinks. You’re not usually like that, you can count with the fingers of your hand the moments that you’ve drinked alcohol in your life, and all of them were for happiest reasons.

Now you’re drunk. Sad and drunk.

And that’s how you end up in the door of Dean Winchester’s room. Because he’s the only person you can trust in a moment like this, in a state like this. With your mind troubled like it is and your senses not at your best, he’s the only person who could give you the comfort you need.

So you knock on his door, wishing it wasn’t this late, so you didn’t have to wake him up.

He, of course, is there in a moment. Your drunk mind can’t help but admire his beautiful face and his strong body. Maybe it don’t have to do with the drinking, you also admire him when you’re sober.

“Y/n? What, it’s like two in the morning? What are you-?” he stops when he smells the alcohol “You’ve been drinking?” he sounds amused, you’re not usually like this. But deep down, he’s worried.

“Hmm” is all you say, and extend your arms in the air, like waiting for him to hold or grab you.

“What is it, darling? You’ve gone too far with the drinks?” he teases you with a smile, admiring you from a distance.

“Shut up” you groan.

“Hmm, so cute when you’re mad” he says with a smile, then grabs your hand and starts to pull you.

"Where are we going?" you stumble over your words.

“Just follow me” he leads you to the living room, and sits you down on one of the sofas “C’mon, now you’re gonna tell me what happened. Why are you drunk?” the teasing is gone, now his worried side is the dominant one.

"It's not important, it's stupid"

“C’mon, you wouldn’t have gotten drunk if it wasn’t important. You know you can tell me anything, it’s just me” he reassures you with a smile.

You swallow nervously, but finally say the truth in a whisper:

“Henry called me”

Every playful behavior Dean still had on him evaporates. His body goes stone-still and his jaw clenches. You look at him with guilt, like if it was your fault.

“When did he call you?” he asks in a grunt.

"A few hours ago" you answer "I'm not sure, I don't even know which hour we're in"

“What did he say?” his voice is merely a murmur.

"He wanted... he wanted to ask for forgiveness"

"For what? Did he say for what?"

"No, he just... said he was sorry, that he missed me"

“Well, he’s lying” the words let go of him as another grunt. He can't hide his anger any longer, the veins on his hands and neck visibly tensing.

"I know" you whisper "But I just... couldn't bear hearing his voice again, had to drink to forget it" you admit with guilt

He nods, he’s not mad at you, he understands you. He leans towards you, trying to steady his tone, to make it softer, even though he’s still mad as hell.

“Did you talk to him?”

“Yes” you whisper, embarrassed. You look down, not wanting to see his disappointed face.

He leans in even closer to you.

“What more did he say?”

"He asked me to be with him again"

“And what did you tell him?”

"I told him to leave me alone"

He nods, proud of you “That’s good”

He then looks to the ground, his jaw clenching.

“Dean? Are you mad?” you ask, worried, embarrassed.

You can see him swallowing the lump in his throat “Yes, mad at him”

“Not at me?” you ask, your eyes glazed.

"No, no… Never at you. God, never at you" he says,and his hand travels to your cheek, caressing it with care. Then a thought crosses his mind: “You didn’t think about getting back with him, did you?”

"I..." you look down "It's not easy to forget"

His hand goes back to his lap after hearing this. You feel his rage, his anger, his hands starting to tremble with the tension. You notice it and hold one of his hands.

“I’m sorry” you whisper.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry” he says, your touching soothing him “Just… promise me you would never let him back into your life…” he looks at you seriously.

“I promise” you say after a few seconds of silence "Just… just if you promise me that you're not letting me alone"

“I promise” he says, the anger leaving his system after hearing your words.

You then fall into a strange silence, it isn’t uncomfortable, but it isn’t comfortable either.

Your drunk mind makes you dizzy, and you finally whisper: "Can you... can you hold me? Just for a moment?" Maybe it makes you braver too.

Dean moves instinctively, putting his arms around you. He pulls you close to his chest.

"I'm sorry for worrying you" you murmur against his chest.

"I know. It's okay" he replies, his voice now soft and gentle.

"Thank you, Dean" you whisper, and in your drunken state, you don't think when you let out: "I love you"

You feel his heart skip a beat, his hands tighten around you as he brings you closer...

"... what did you say?"

"Hmm?" you seem confused, but then repeat "I said I love you" you're drunk mind can't comprehend the power of those words.

His entire body freezes, but you don’t seem to notice. Instead, you let out a yawn.

He shifts, bringing you closer to his chest, moving his hand up to the back of your head, and caressing your hair.

He buries his face into the back of your neck, breathing in your scent, and as he does, he lets out the deepest sigh you've ever heard.

"I think I need to go to bed now" you say softly, yawning again.

"I'll carry you" he whispers.

"What a gentleman" you half joke with a drunk smile “But I can walk, thank you”

You both stand up and start to make your way towards your bedroom. He lays against the door-frame, making sure that you make your way safe to the bed.

“Good night” he says when he sees that you’re safe now. He’s turning around when he hears your voice:

"Can you sleep with me?" you whisper before he exits the room "I don't want to be alone" In a normal state, you'll be blushing like crazy upon saying those words, but your drunk state does something to your confidence.

He stares down at you, as you're laying on your back, your eyes half-closed as you watch him.

"You... you want me to stay?" He asks softly, leaning in closer to you.

"Mhm" you say, half asleep.

He sighs and nods. He lays down next to you. He’s unsure, should he cuddle you? But you answer that for him, you turn away from him and say:

“Hug me” So he does as you say, he spoons you.

"Go to sleep. I'll be right here" Dean whispers, kissing your hair.

You smile and finally get the sleep that you deserve.

The next morning, you wake up to find Dean wrapped around you on your bed.

You are lying on your side, and his arm is wrapped around you tightly, his face buried in the back of your neck. His body feels warm and comfortable.

It is like a dream, but a dream that is slowly becoming more real with each passing moment.

What happened yesterday? You can't remember almost anything, the only thing occupying your mind right now is the pain of the hangover.

You try to think of what you may have spoken about, what you may have said, but the haze of the alcohol isn't quite gone yet.

You smile though, feeling Dean’s closeness. Even with the pain in your head, you can still enjoy when the man of your dreams is hugging you.

You let out a contented sigh as you slowly stretch your muscles.

And suddenly, it hits you. You're alone in bed with Dean Winchester.

You just wish the alcohol didn’t make you make a fool of yourself yesterday. You start to panic. It's like your memories are slowly coming back to you, but you can’t put the pieces together, like a very messy and difficult puzzle.You sigh, and suddenly feel Dean moving, waking up.

"Hmm...." he murmurs, in a low, sleepy voice. His body starts to shift slightly.

You don't say anything, waiting for him to fully wake up

He's shifting a little bit in his sleep, until he wakes up slowly.

“Good morning”

"Morning" you whisper back.

You feel Dean's body shift again, moving a little bit closer to you, as he wraps his arm around you even tighter.

"What... What happened yesterday?" you ask, embarrassed "Did I... did I say something?"

A smirk plays on his lips.

"Something, yes" he replies softly. "You said a lot of things."

Your face turns warm with embarrassment, and you turn around in his arms to look at him "Like what?"

He raises an eyebrow, the smile only growing.

"You told me you loved me."

You feel your face warming up like crazy. You don't know what to say, or what to do, or where to look.

His hand travels to your warm cheek.

"Did you... mean it?"

"I... I was drunk... I probably didn't know what I was saying or doing" you try to lie, and fail completely at it.

He continues smiling.

"Maybe you were drunk..." he says, teasing "But were you lying?"

"I..." Your mind is racing miles per hour, trying to look for an excuse. But then it hits you: he has stayed with you this night, maybe because he feels the same way about you?

"Just answer me this, as honest as you can be: did you mean it?"

"Yes" you finally let out in a sigh

In a second, he flips you around until you're now laying on your back.

You can feel the warmth his body irradiates. You feel safe and sound there, but also embarrassed, how could you be so stupid to let out that you love him?

"Why did you stay the night?" you ask softly.

He smiles.

"Do you really need an answer?" He asks, his eyes gazing into yours. "And here, I was thinking it was obvious...."

"I need to hear it"

His face is so close he could just kiss you if he wanted "It's because I love you too" he whispers softly.

Your breath catches as you hear those last three words, those eight letters.

And just like that, in one motion, he closes his eyes and pulls you into a kiss. It takes you by surprise, but it’s a sweet kiss.

Your hands travel to his hair, pulling him closer towards you.

This is everything you've ever wanted in him. The warmth of his body, the softness of his touch. The closeness, the companionship. The vulnerability, the trust.

You sigh against his lips, content. You pull away from him slowly, and look in his eyes. His breathing is slow and heavy, but he's still smiling at you.

You can't help but chuckle out of pure joy. His smile widens when he hears you laugh.

"Happy?" he whispers, his breath hot and his body pressed against yours.

"Yeah" you whisper back.

“Good” he replies.

His body relaxes fully against yours, his breath slowing down.

"You have no idea... the things I've felt for you" he whispers “Every time I looked at you, I imagined just pulling you into my arms. Imagined kissing you. Imagined loving you”

“Dean…” you whisper, your eyes becoming moisty.

“Shh, don’t cry, don’t say anything, just listen to me”

“But I just… I feel like I don’t deserve you”

"You deserve this and more" he replies softly "You are brave. And intelligent. And thoughtful and warm and beautiful and… I just love you so damn much, y/n”

You're starting to feel overwhelmed with all the love you're suddenly receiving, you're not used to it.

"I just... nobody has ever loved me this much. Nobody" Not your family, and definitely not Henry.

"I'm sorry" he whispers, not sure what else to say "I'm sorry you haven't been feeling loved. That changes today, though. I’m gonna make you feel like the most loved woman in the world”

You smile, feeling already like the luckiest woman "You really mean it?"

He nods.

You smile and you can't help a tear streaming down your face, it just feels so overwhelming, to be this loved... in a good way, of course.

"Don't cry..." He whispers, using his thumb to wipe away the tear from your cheek.

You sigh, content like you have never feel before "Kiss me again, please, Dean"

The words are barely out of your mouth, and he's already leaning in and planting his lips on yours, gently yet firmly.

"Thank you" you whisper.

"For what?" he replies softly.

"For making me feel loved”

"It's my pleasure" he whispers "I finally feel like everything I've ever desired has come true. You are mine and I am yours, and nothing else matters."

"Nothing else matters" you can't help but whisper the Metallica song with a silly laugh.

You see the corners of his mouth turn into a smile.

"You're a bit of a goof, aren't you?" he sighs.

"Hmm" you sigh, still laughing.

"I like it." he replies, and his body moves lower so that he's now lying directly on top of you.

"Hmm, do you?" You feel your heart full of love. Henry used to tell you that you were stupid when you made comments like that.

“I love it” he confess “It’s adorable”

"I'm not adorable" you pat him on the arm, embarrassed.

“You kinda are. But it's alright. That just makes you cuter. I love the fact that you think you're a tough hunter, but in reality, you're adorable."

You frown "I could kick your ass if I wanted to"

He can’t help but laugh at that.

"I'd like to see you try, I'm sure that your cute little hands and tiny fingers could totally beat me" he says sarcastically.

You narrow your eyes and then push him so he's no longer on top of you. Instead, you flip you both over and end up on top of him, with your legs on either side of him. You catch him off-guard, and instead of fighting back, he chuckles softly and wraps his arms around you.

"Do you really think that you're stronger than me?" he says with humor.

You narrow your eyes "A fight isn't always about strength, you should now that"

"Yeah, you're right" he smiles, and your head is now resting against his chest while his arms are wrapped around you "You have to be smart, too. But I still think that I would probably beat you up" he adds teasingly.

"Not a chance" you refute "You're too rough"

"Maybe that's why I'd win. Because I'm rough and tough and wild. You're... fragile. Easily breakable. Your skin is soft and delicate, and while it's beautiful, it doesn't make for a good body for fighting."

"But I'm smarter, and faster. You wouldn't have a chance" you say, enjoying the banter.

"And yet, you're also shorter, and lighter. I could pick you up and toss you around like a doll" he replies with a smirk.

"You couldn't catch me" you assure.

"I'm pretty sure I could" he replies, smirking.

He slides down a little so that his hands are resting on your lower back and ass, his fingers gripping lightly into the soft fabric of your pants, caressing your lower back, moving slightly lower.

"Keep dreaming" you say, enjoying his touch.

"Oh, are you challenging me?" he asks, his tone full of humor.

His fingers keep moving, caressing your spine, and he leans in so that both his hands are resting on your ass now, as his eyes look into yours, full of teasing and humor.

You narrow your eyes "Mhm, and I still think I'll win"

"I think my hands are winning right now," he replies.

You continue narrowing your eyes "I could defeat you just with a kiss"

"Oh yeah?" he asks, "Do you really think your kiss would be that powerful in getting me to submit?"

"Mhm, wanna try it?"

"Alright then" he whispers "But I won't surrender. Let's see this... amazing kiss of yours."

You smile and approach him slowly, and then capture his lips with hunger. Your tongue entering his mouth causes him to shiver in surprise and pleasure. His body becomes weak with the sensation.

You continue the kiss for a little longer, enjoying the feeling of having him under your control. You lose yourself in the moment, and you don't even know how long you continue kissing, and how much time has passed.

When you finally break the kiss, he lets out a soft moan, and you can't help but just look at him with hungry eyes.

"Well?" you ask him.

"I give up" he whispers, giving in to the moment as he leans in again, capturing your lips with his once more. You sigh and now simply enjoy the kiss.

He does as well, allowing the kiss to continue for a long moment, before he finally pulls away.

“That was fun” you smile.

"Mhm" he nods, as his breath calms down.

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First times

━ A Daryl Dixon drabble

━ Pairings: daryl dixon x fem!reader

━Summary: Where you tell your boyfriend your little secret: you're bisexual. You end up sharing little stories about your past.

━ Words: 1.2k

━ Warnings: Suggestive if you squint (the characters just had sex and they talk about past relationships), cursing, my bad English (I'm from Spain, English is not my first language, my grammar sucks), mention of a shappic kiss (not sure if this has to be a warning, just in case), maybe ooc Daryl? he's complicated

━ A/N: You can imagine this story in any era, but just keep in mind that they mention Merle in past tense, so he's not around anymore. I personally imagined it in Alexandria post-Negan.

This is just a sweet conversation that came to my mind at like 3:00 AM? Just knew I had to share it with the world.

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You're resting your head on Daryl's chest while he hugs you with his right arm and caresses your lower back. You just had an amazing night and are enjoying a comforting silence, one of those silences that only you two understand.

"Can I tell you something?" you ask suddenly.

"Mhm" he simply responds, with his eyes close.

"It's kind of stupid, I have never told anyone. Not even my family knows"

He opens his eyes, now curious.

"What is it?"

You feel your cheeks getting hot as you look up at him.

"I... because I don't know how the rest of the world would react to it, it's... It's something that I've been struggling with my whole life"

"C'mon, woman, just say it" he says.

"Okay..." you nod, returning to your initial position "I'm... I'm bisexual"

He's silent for a moment.

"What is that? Some kinky stuff?" he says confused.

You chuckle, surprised at his response, expecting anything but that.

"No! You really don't know what it is?" you ask, looking again at him.

He shakes his head, embarrassed.

"It's... it means I like men, but I also like women" you explain to him.

"You mean...?" he raises his eyebrow. He had stop caressing your back.

"Yeah" you answer with a nervous chuckle. You look away, feeling embarrassed. You really have never tell anyone, afraid of what they'll say.

He nods and returns to caressing you, drawing circles in your skin.

"You're not gonna say anything?" you ask confused.

"I don't have anything to say. You aren't in love with any woman, right?"

"Of course not"

"Then that's it" he says, shruing and closing his eyes again.

"You are not... mad?" you are still confused. You really thought he was gonna act differently.

"No, why would I be? My brother, he was the kind to get mad at those things. He thought love only existed between a man and a woman. I don't believe that shit. Nothing to get mad at here"

"I didn't mean it that way, I know you're not like Merle. But... you don't see me differently?"

"No" he says as he kisses my forehead.

You return to rest your head on his shouder, with a smile on your face, now feeling relief. After some minutes, he speaks:

"How did you find out?"

"You know high school wasn't the best period of my life, right? Didn't have a lot of friends. Well, there was this girl... the prettiest girl on high school, at least for me. She always smiled at me, asked me about my day... She was my only friend, so I thought what I felt for her was normal. Then I saw her kissing that guy... and I knew in that moment that I wanted to be him. I felt so jealous... just as you feel when I talk with Charlie, the guy from-" I start teasing him.

"I remember him" he grunts "An asshole"

You chuckle and kiss his shoulder.

"I hope she's okay. Cassie, was her name. I never saw her again after high school"

Daryl kisses your forehead again. You stay silent for a moment again, and then you ask:

"Who was the first girl that you liked?"

"I don't even remember her name, was a long time ago" he starts "She was Merle's girl and-"

"What?" you ask with a gasp and a smile, looking at him "You fell for your brother's girlfriend?"

"I wouldn't call her a girlfriend, he only wanted her for the sex"

"Aww, and you wanted her for real, like, actual feelings"

He turns a cute shade of red "Whatever"

You kiss his chin with a smile.

"Aww, I can picture you. How old were you? Like, 14? Cute, cute, cute"

"Shut up, woman" he's redder than ever now.

You chuckle against his neck, loving teasing him.

"It's just... picturing young Daryl in love makes my heart all warm"

You stay silent after that, just enjoying each other presence.

"You know..." you remember "Actually, my first kiss was with a girl"

"Mhm?" he asks, urging you to continue talking.

"We were at this girl's birthday party, I don't even know why they invited me... Anyway, everything was normal, then she asked me to go to a lonely room in her house. She kissed me without saying anything more. I was so confused but returned the kiss because, God, she kissed well" you chuckle.

Daryl hasn't stop caressing your skin all this time, and he gives a sweet squeeze to you.

"Turns out it was a bet" you say sadly "They all laughed at me after that"

"Assholes" he grunts.

"Yeah" you chuckle "I still remember her despite it, wonder where she is now"

"I hope bitten to death by a damn walker"

You playfully slap his chest.

"It was just a stupid teenager bet, it's not that serious"

"You didn't deserve it" he says, and you look up at him again with a sad smile. You stretch to give him a kiss in the lips.

"What about your first kiss?" you ask as you return to rest your face in his chest.

"It really isn't a nice story. We both were drunk, it just... happened. Don't remember a lot about it. Just remember that we ended up having sex"

"Was it nice?" you ask.

"What? The kiss or the sex?" he jokes.

"Both"

"The kiss was... intense. Not the best, not the worst. The sex... hell, let's just say that it was quick" he says embarrassed.

"You have learn a few things since that moment, then" you say with a smirk, trying to make him feel better.

"Yeah" he agrees, giving you another kiss in your forehead.

"My first time..." you start "At least that was nice. He isn't the best sex I've had (you take that spot for sure), but he was really sweet. Understood that it was my first time and went easy on me. Was not memorable, but at least it wasn't bad"

"Have you ever... done anything with a woman?"

"No, I was so scared to tell anyone that I liked women that never really tried to flirt with one. Why? That would turn you on?" you tease looking at him.

His face turns red once again and he doesn't answer.

"The thought of me with another woman turns you on?" you bit your lip, loving teasing him "You know, there's nothing wrong with that, nothing to be embarrassed about"

He stares at you, biting the inside of his lip, nervous.

"I didn't mean it that way, I was just curious..." he finally says in a low voice.

"Sure" you smirk, but let it die there. You don't like to pressure him. "So... in summary, we both had horrible first kisses"

He nods.

"And not memorable first times" you continue.

He nods again, now with a smile.

"We have grown a lot since that" you say with a smile, looking at him "Now the kisses are honestly perfect, and the sex is actually pretty memorable"

"Mhm" he says, pleased. You kiss him again. This time, the kiss lasts longer.

"Thank you... for not judging me" you say "You're the first person I have told all this to, you know?"

"I know, and I thank you for trusting me, sweetheart"

"I love when you call me that" you say blushing, not used to hearing this word out of his mouth.

"That's why I only tell you it on moments like this, wouldn't be that special if I called you it all the time, hmm?" he smirks.

"You're one of a kind, Daryl Dixon" you chuckle as you kiss him sweetly.

After a long kiss, you return to your initial position, this time with your hand in his chest, to feel his heartbeat.

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What we once were: chapter 1

━ Chapter One of "What we once were"

━ Pairings: daryl dixon x gn!reader

━ Words: 1.3k

━ Warnings: the reader is autistic, the reader is married, SLOW BURN (I mean it, Daryl isn't even in this chapter), my bad English (I'm from Spain)

━ A/N: This is the most self-insert shit I have ever written. From the reader being autistic, to her having hispanic backgrounds. There are, of course, things that doesn't have nothing to do with my life, to begin with I'm not married, but the reader is. Sorry if you can't relate at all with this character, all of this is just me being delulu.

Also, I write this character based on my experiences as an autistic person, I'm not an expert in the matter. Sorry if I make mistakes or make anyone feel uncomfortable, it's not my intention.

I promise it would get better as the story continues, this is just an introduction.

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Oh, and tell me if you prefer short chapters like this one or longer ones.

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You can't say you're a very brave woman. You get scared pretty easily, actually. You're the kind of person who can even get scared of their own shadow. Your husband always found this amusing. You didn't. It always made you embarrassed, always made you feel weak.

But now, even your husband is afraid of the things that are happening in the world. How could he not? Dead things are walking the streets, wanting to have a meal out of the people who haven't been bitten yet. It's a situation that would scare even the bravest of people, so you, of course, are terrified. Even now that you have found a group of people that would have your back, you feel like you would never be safe anymore.

Everything started a few months ago. First, it was just some rumors on the news. Some stories about people coming back to life, you didn't believe it: you have always been a pretty incredulous person, or you see it with your own eyes, or you don't believe it.

Then it all went to shit pretty quick.

Then, you were at your house, eating dinner with your husband, your parents and your in-laws. The next moment, you were getting in the cars, running away from the city of you didn't know what. You were almost hyperventilating, the sudden change of situation making you feel anxious, and the sound of the helicopters and planes making you overstimulated. Your mother, thank God, was there for you the whole time. Holding your hand, saying reassuring words in your ear and making all the bad things go away. You almost felt like a child again.

Sadly, you lost your husband's parents in the traffic.

You four, even so, kept together and strong. Hearing the bombs in the background, destroying your past life and murdering all of the people who couldn't get out of the city; you made your way through the forest, heading to the only place you could think of at that moment: a little camping site not far away. The place where your husband asked for marriage.

You weren't the only people who decided to go there. There was a small group of people. Different people, with different backgrounds, all of them bought together because of the end of the world. They easily let you stay with them. For what you could feel, they were all good people, maybe except a pair of brothers who joined the group a few days after you. The older brother especially, he gave you the creeps, and that was never a good sight.

Despite this and against all odds, your husband adapted pretty quickly to this new life of yours. You didn't.

You are sitting by your tent, one that this kind man of the group, Dale, gave to you. You are hugging your legs against your body, looking at the distance.

"Hey" you hear that voice that you could recognize anywhere.

"Hey" you say, trying to sound normal.

"How is my pretty lady?" your husband asks while sitting next to you.

"I'm not a lady" you smile. He always calls you pretty weird things.

"Oh, but you are" he chuckles, putting his arm around you. You loved physical contact, only when it came from people you trusted, and of course he was the one that you trusted the most. You rest your head on his shoulder, and keep smiling despite everything. "What's on your mind?"

"I miss our home" you confess "I miss waking up to go to work, getting out with my friends and watching movies with you"

He kisses the top of your head.

"I know, honey. But this is our life now" he smiles sadly, and you know he's thinking of his parents. "We have to be strong, at least we have each other"

You nod against his shoulder.

"I just… you know how much I despise changes. I know it's hard for everyone, and I just feel like I'm being a burden, sitting here all day while you all help around here"

"You're not a burden. That you adjust to things a little different than everyone else doesn't make you that" he rubs your shoulder.

"But I'm the only one who's not helping. God, I don't even know the names of most of the people here"

"Why don't you talk with your mother? She's been helping the women with laundry, cooking and all that. Maybe she can find you something to do, that way you won't have to talk to anyone new" You nod again, unsure "They're all good people. Lori, Carol, Sarah… Good women, they won't judge you"

"Because they don't know me yet" you murmur, but he doesn't hear you.

"I'm gonna go help the men cut firewood for tonight, Daryl brought nice meat this morning. Talk to your mom, things will get better soon, you'll see" he kisses the top of your head again, gets up and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

You sigh.

You hate having autism. You know you should not, that you should accept it as part of yourself, that you should love this part of you that makes you different from everyone else. But you can't. Not when having autism makes you run away from things, when having autism makes you isolate yourself, when it makes you hate yourself.

You get up and go search for your mom, with these thoughts still in your mind.

You find her by the river with the rest of the women, doing laundry.

"Mamá" you say in Spanish, approaching her. Your father is Spaniard, so there are a few words that you say in spanish. You're not fluent in the language, though.

"Hey, honey" she says getting up, with a bright smile. She's always so positive.

"Can I help?"

The rest of the women look at you, they haven't seen you except in the nights, by the fireplace, they don't even remember having heard your voice.

"Oh, we're fine. We don't need more hands" she smiles "Why don't you go help Sarah? She was about to go to get some berries, she knows where they are. It is better if we don't go to the forest alone"

You look at her uncomfortable. You don't know Sarah, only have seen her at nights, by the fireplace. But after thinking a moment, you nod. You hate socializing with people you don't know, but you hate even more feeling like a waste of space.

"Sure"

Sarah approaches you with a big smile. She's a pretty woman of your age. Brunette, with blue eyes.

"This way" she says as she starts walking.

"See you later" you say to your mother, and then follow the girl. You walk in silence, until Sarah breaks it.

"I'm Sarah, I don't think we have been presented yet" she smiles "You're Y/N, right?"

"Yeah " you nod awkwardly.

“You’re a shy one, eh?” she chuckles “Don’t worry, I can talk for the two of us”

You smile awkwardly, but don’t say anything because you still feel uncomfortable. You’re used to people like Sarah: extrovert and full of life. You don’t dislike these people, but always feel weird around them.

As you approach the forest, Sarah keeps talking:

“What did you work at before all of this? I was a nurse, always loved helping people”

“I worked in a bookshop” you shrug “Nothing special”

“Oh, but it is. I love reading, you know?”

You look at her with renewed enthusiasm, reading is one of your special interests, you’re always excited when you find someone who likes reading as much as you.

“Really? Not a lot of people read nowadays”

“Yeah, it’s sad, right?” Sarah looks at you “Because it’s such a fun activity”

“Indeed! I have a lot of fun reading. If it’s fiction, you feel like escaping to another reality. If it’s non fiction, you always learn a lot of things. There’s something really special about reading, I wish people could see that”

“What is the last book you read?”

And just like that, bonding over books, you made a new friend.

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New traditions

━ A Dean Winchester one-shot

━ Pairings: dean winchester x spaniard!fem!reader; platonic sam winchester & spaniard!fem!reader

━ Summary: Where you and the boys travel to Spain to spend new years eve with your family.

━ Words: 3.7k

━ Warnings: just some suggestive comments here and there, and my bad English

━ A/N: I know, I know, a little late, but better late than never.

This is so self indulgent that I might cry. The family of the reader is not like mine, but I still feel like it's me, there, with Dean 🥺.

There are a lot of Spanish dialogues, I'm sorry, but the translation is right next to them. This was so confusing to write because of that, so I'm sorry if I made any mistake.

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Saying you miss your family is an understatement. It’s been six years since the last time you saw them, six long years where you’ve spent Christmas alone, where you have received the new year alone.

You moved to the United States because your boyfriend lived here. Then, after a few months you decided that you were in love with the idea of him, not with him at all; so you two broke up. You still didn’t return to home, you now had your life here: a job, friends and even a cat. Plus, after entering the hunting life, you didn’t want to bring it to them, it was far too dangerous.

But now things are different. You have Dean. And Sam. And you finally feel like you have found a second family. You have spent Christmas together, and although it wasn’t the most thematic celebration, you have enjoyed it like a child. Because after six years, you are not alone; you have someone who loves you and who wants to spend those special days with you.

You’re still nostalgic, though. You miss Spain, you miss your family, you miss your home.

“What’s on your mind?” Dean asks when he sees you lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, almost in trance.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter” you say, although it does matter. Christmas has been fun, really fun, and you don’t want to ruin it with your nostalgia and your longing.

“I know something’s in that pretty head of yours” he says as he makes his way to the bed. He then lays next to you, his arm behind your head. He smiles at you, that smile that you can’t deny anything to.

“I miss my family” you confess. It’s rare the times you talk about them “It still feels strange to celebrate Christmas without them”

“How long since you saw them for the last time?” he asks.

“Six years”

“Well, that’s a long time. It’s normal to feel like that” he says, rubbing your arm.

“Yeah, but I still feel… I don’t know, they probably miss me too, I just left them there and never came back”

“Hmm, we could always fly for New Year's Day, we still have time” he says. This surprises you, not only because Dean hates flying, but because of the nature of the offer.

You turn around so you’re half lying on top of him, your hand on his chest.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course, you deserve to spend that special day with your family” he says “I know you love these festivities, so it’s only fair to share them with the people you love”

You smile sweetly at him “I’m already spending them with the people I love”

He returns the smile and his hand travels to your cheek “You know what I mean, sweetheart. You deserve to meet them again, to spend that special day with them”

“But I don’t wanna bother you” you confess “It’s a very long flight, I know you hate flying. Plus, it’s a lot of work to do, a lot of preparations for just a few days”

“Don’t worry about me, I can handle it” he says softly “And we could stay there a few weeks, the monsters can wait”

You smile, hearing him really taking this seriously is making your heart all warm.

“I don’t even know if we could find tickets. We’ll have to leave tomorrow if we want to make it on time” you say, getting more comfortable with the idea.

“Leave that to me” he says.

You kiss his cheek and then rest your head on his shoulder. You feel his hand making small circles in your arm.

“Fine, but how are we gonna tell Sam? He’s not gonna be thrilled for a more than ten hours long fly”

“Oh? We’re taking Sam with us?” he says playfully.

“We’re not gonna leave him alone on New Year” you say, slapping his chest softly, also playful.

“Ouch” he fakes “Fine, we don’t leave him alone. I’ll tell him, leave it all to me, sweetheart. Just pack everything and be ready for tomorrow morning”

“I’ll be” you say softly “You really are a sweetheart, you know?”

“Oh, I know”

You hate seeing Dean in this situation, but well, he’s the one who put himself in it in the first place.

You’re on a plane, flying to Spain. And Dean hates planes, they make him anxious. He has his headphones on, listening to rock music to calm him down, but it’s not working, he’s all sweaty and nervous.

You sigh and hold his hand, rubbing it with your thumb. You take one of the earphone speakers and tell him:

“Why don’t we watch a movie? Maybe it would calm you down better. Or we can talk, distract yourself”

“Hmm, sure. A movie, fine” he says, erratic.

“C’mon, honey, we’re halfway through it, just a little more and we’ll be at land again. And in another continent, it would be fun, right?”

“Yeah, super fun”

You smile caringly and continue rubbing his hand “You’ll meet my family, doesn't that excite you?”

“Sweetheart, this is about calming me, not about me making me more nervous” he jokes.

You continue smiling at him, now with a light chuckle.

“Sorry, you’re right. But we’re gonna have fun, just wait and see” you can’t hide your excitement about meeting your family again.

He looks at you and sees the way you’re smiling, the way this excites you so much, and that’s what calms him down a bit. He tries to smile.

“What about that movie?” he asks, giving you one of the earphone speakers so you can listen to it together.

“I miss my baby” Dean complains as he drives the rented car through the city. After the plane, there’s still a few hours in the car to get to your home.

“C’mon, it’s just for a couple of days” you try to reason with him.

“I still feel like I’m betraying her” You and Sam can’t help but snort at that, he really is dramatic.

“It’s just a car, brother” Sam says, and you look at him with wide eyes, how could he?

“Just a car? Just a car?!”

“It’s not just a car, Sam” you try to calm the nerves “It’s… his baby”

“Yeah, listen to her, she knows what she’s saying” Dean says.

Sam scoffs and looks out the window with an amused smile.

“So, t/n, tell us about some Spanish traditions for New Years Eve” Sam says suddenly, intrigued.

“Have you heard about the grapes?”

“Yes” says Sam.

“No” says Dean.

“Well” you begin to explain “We eat a grape with each of the last twelve clock bells of the year, it’s said to bring luck for the new year”

“Twelve grapes in twelve seconds?” Dean scoffs “You Spaniards do have big mouths”

“Hey!” you protest playfully “It’s just the tradition here”

“I know, but it’s funny imagining you trying to fit twelve grapes in your mouth” he says, looking at you with a smile.

“Well, you’re now in Spain, so you’ll have to try it yourself” you challenge.

“Oh? Is that so?” he asks amused.

“Yeah” you laugh “Oh, and one thing I haven’t mentioned is that you’re gonna for sure enjoy the food. We have a tradition, at least at my hometown, not in the rest of the country, to eat roast food that day”

His mouth almost salivate at the thought “Hmm, what a good tradition”

“Yeah, right?” you laugh.

“Any more traditions we have to know about?” asks Sam from the back seat, eager to know.

“Not really. People celebrate it with their families until midnight, then they go partying, at clubs or bars” you answer “They usually throw fireworks, but I guess that’s a thing that we all share”

Sam nods and then yaws. It’s past 3 AM and you still have some time until you reach your hometown.

“You should sleep, Sam” you say, noticing his tiredness “I’ll keep the driver’s company”

He nods and rests his face in the door, trying to fall asleep.

“Talk to me about your family” says Dean after a few moments.

“Hmm, for beginners, don’t get scared, they’re pretty loud. We all Spaniards are”

“Oh, I’ve noticed that” he winks at you, and you hear Sam groaning in the back seat, embarrassed to be hearing about his brother’s sex life.

You both laugh at that.

“So… loud, hmm?”

“Yeah, we all shout a little bit. At moments you’re gonna think we’re fighting because of this, but it’s just us being ourselves”

He nods with a smile, and then he makes a face, worried.

“You think they’ll like me?”

“They’re gonna love you” you comfort him “You treat me well, that’s all they need”

“Yeah but… we are not going to be able to communicate, do they know English?”

You bit your lip “No. I grew up in a pretty poor family, most of them didn’t get to go to school, because they needed to work since young ages”

He nods, understanding “What about the young ones? Your cousins and your siblings?”

“They’re all too lazy to learn another language, even though it’s taught in school since we’re like 3” you scoff “I’m the only one who really cared about it”

“You’re kind of like the nerd in the family, hmm?” he jokes.

“They always make fun of me because of that, yeah” you laugh.

“They shouldn’t, it’s endearing” he reassures you.

“You only say that because you love me”

“Maybe” he reply with a smile.

“My mother is going to love you” you assure “She never got to meet Jake, but she loved him because he loved me”

He makes a face upon the hearing of your ex “What if she doesn’t? What if she thinks I’m too old, too messed up for you?”

“She’s gonna love you” you reassure you “She is the kindest woman you’ll ever meet. My father is also gonna love you, once he accept that I’m not just his girl anymore”

“You think so?”

“Yes, you actually have a lot in common once you think about it. He loves horror movies, but has a thing for dramatic movies in his heart. He loves rock music. Oh, and he loves driving”

“What car does he have?” he looks excited.

“I don’t know, you know I couldn’t name five car brands if it were a matter of life or death” you joke with a smile.

“Well, I’m gonna have a good conversation with him then. You’ll have to be our translator”

“Carefully, don’t fall in love with him”

He laughs at that “Oh, if he loves cars is gonna be hard”

You smile sweetly, loving hearing him laugh genuinely, without worries.

“What about your siblings?”

“Oh, my brother is gonna be hard. He’s always been a little protective over me, scared boys off when I was at high school” you laugh, remembering those old times.

He nods “Be careful with your brother, noted”

“My sister, on the other hand, is going to like you. She likes everyone”

“How is she?”

“The sweetest younger sister I could ask for, and also the most different from me. Think of any trait I have, well, she’s absolutely the contrary” you smile, you miss her the most “I always dragged her to the movies and begged her to play video games with me; she always dragged me to her obscure concerts and begged me to do makeup with her”

“Obscure concerts?” he says funnily.

“Oh yeah. You know, those bands that nobody knows, that play at bars that nobody visits” you laugh “She always dragged me to those, I never liked them, but came every time just to make her happy”

“You are a good sister”

“She is too” you assure.

He smiles at you briefly before turning his gaze towards the road again.

“Your family sounds amazing”

“They are amazing” you smile “Got on my nerves when I was a teen, but still amazing”

“Oh, you were a rebellious teen?” he asks mokinly.

“No, more of an emo one” you confess “But without the black clothes and the bad taste in music”

He scoffs at that “Talking about that, I’m dying to see the photos from when you were younger. I’m sure your mom would be thrilled to show them to me”

You whine “You really don’t have to see those”

“Oh, but I do, sweetheart, how could I live without seeing the little you in diapers?”

You spend the rest of the night in a motel, and the next morning, New Year’s Eve, you make your way to your home.

You had no time to warn your family you were coming, so it’s gonna be a surprising and teary reunion.

Once you are at the door, you bite your lip, nervous. You look back at the guys and both of them give you a comforting smile. You smile back and turn around to face the door.

You ring the bell. You hear noise inside the house, and the next thing you know, you’re face to face with your mother.

“Hola, mamá {Hi, mom}” you say with a bright smile. She doesn’t say anything, her face says everything. After a few seconds of shock, she makes her way to you and hugs you. She hugs you as strong as she can “Te he echado de menos {I’ve missed you}”

“Y yo a ti, cariño {Me too, darling}” then she separates from the hug and holds your face with both her hands “Estás guapísima, cielo {You’re so gorgeous, darling}”

Then she turns around and yells for your father to come. You smile remembering what you told Dean last night, about your family being loud.

“¿Qué? {What?}” he says, appearing at the door.

“Mira quien ha venido {Look who has come}” she says with a smile.

Your father looks past her and his eyes water at the sign of you. Your father has always been an emotional man.

“Cariño {Darling}” he whispers.

“Papá {Dad}” you say with a smile.

He comes, almost running, to your arms. You hug him tightly, after all, you haven’t seen him in six years.

“¿Qué haces aquí? No es que me queje {What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining}” he says once you separate.

“Hemos venido a pasar la nochevieja con vosotros {We’ve come to celebrate New Year’s Eve with you}” you say excited.

“¿Hemos…? {We’ve?}” your mother starts asking, then she realizes in the presence of Dean and Sam “¿Quienes son, cariño? {Who are they, darling?}”

You take a step back towards them and hold Dean’s hand.

“Mamá, papá, este es Dean. El novio del que os he hablado {Mom, dad, this is Dean. The boyfriend I’ve told you about}” you say proudly “Y él es su hermano, Sam {And that’s his brother, Sam}”

Dean doesn't understand a word you’re saying, Sam is just understanding some words. But they both smile, knowing that you’re presenting them.

“Encantado {Nice to meet you}” says Sam, he has spent the whole flight learning Spanish words and phrases.

“Yeah, whatever he said” nods Dean with an awkward smile.

You scoff “Dice que encantado de conoceros también {He says nice to meet you too}” you translate.

Your father takes a step and shakes Dean’s hand with a nod and a meticulous look.

“Encantado {Nice to meet you}” he says and Dean continues smiling awkwardly.

“Pasad, pasad {come in, come in}” says suddenly your mother with a big smile, gesturing for the three of you to come into the house.

You nod and, still holding Dean’s hand, make your way to the house where you grew up in.

Away from vampires, demons and shape-shifters, that’s the most amazing day that you spend in a long time. Your mother makes lunch for all of you, and tells embarrassing stories that you have to translate to Dean and Sam. She also insists on showing them your photos from when you were small, to Dean amusement. You spend the day reconnecting with two of the people you care most about in this whole world, and love every second of it, especially since the person you love the most is present.

You and Sam help your mother prepare the dinner for that night, meanwhile Dean and your father have a (not) interesting conversation about cars thanks to google translator. They seem to be getting along pretty well.

You’re making stuffed eggs and preparing some starters. You will make the meat later, once everyone is here. You explain to Sam while you cook:

“In Spain starters are very important, even more important than the main food for some people”

You hear Dean chuckling in the background and smile for yourself, your mother, of course, notices it.

“¿De verdad te gusta ese chico, hmm? {You really like that guy, hmm?}” she asks with a confidential smile.

“Sí, yo… le amo, mamá {Yeah, I… love him, mom}” you clarify.

“Y él te ama a ti, lo noto {And he loves you too, I notice it}” she smiles kindly. Then she approaches you and puts one of her hands on your cheek “Estoy muy feliz por ti, y porque hayas venido {I’m so happy for you, and because you have come}”.

“Fue su idea, en realidad {It was his idea, in fact}” you smile.

“Es un buen hombre, yo noto esas cosas {He’s a good man, I notice those things}”

“Realmente lo es {He really is}”

Then you hear the bell ring.

“Probablemente es tu hermano {It’s probably your brother}” your mother says.

It is indeed your brother. You’re so happy to see him. He’s always been like a role model for you, he’s a doctor, you’re so proud of him. After a teary reconciliation with you, he finally meets Dean. He scans him from head to toe, you can sense Dean’s nervousness, despite being taller and bigger than your brother.

“Nice to meet you” says your brother with poor English and a nod.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too” he nods, swallowing “Nice jacket” he adds.

“Nice…” he gestures to Dean’s clothes, not knowing the name of it in English.

“Flannel” you scoff.

“Ah, nice flannel” your brother nods again.

That’s the most awkward conversation you have ever seen, but at least it’s over.

The presentation with your sister is much more… different. She hugs him and gives him two kisses on the cheeks, leaving him astonished and flustered.

You laugh at his expression and explain: “In Spain is very common to meet people by kissing both their cheeks”

“Tu novio es guapo {Your boyfriend is cute}” she says with a devilish smile. Dean, somehow, understands this and gets even more flustered.

“Aww, you’re getting all red” you say to him with a teasing smile.

“Shut up” he whispers and turns around.

You hug him from behind and laugh “You look cute”

The rest of the guests keep coming, and suddenly the house is filled with laughter and loud talks.

Sam has taken a liking to one of your cousins and you give him a wink while she’s not looking. He gives you one of his looks and goes back to talk to her in his poor Spanish and her poor English.

“Sam is having fun” you say absently.

“Hmm, me too” Dean hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek “Your family is really amazing, they’re very… unique”

“Unique indeed” you laugh and turn your head to give him a peck in the lips “I love you”

“I love you too, beautiful” he says with a soft smile.

You eat dinner pretty late in Spain, so you begin it at 10. Meanwhile you eat, your father and uncle prepare the fire to cook the meat. The conversations around the table are loud and funny, and you translate some of them to Dean in a whisper.

“They’re talking about when we were small” you translate to him “My mother is saying my brother and my sister were angels, but I was a devil in disguise when we were babies. Says I used to bite her when I got my teeth”

He can’t help but chuckle at that and as nobody can understand you he says teasing: “You’re still having that habit of biting, you know”

“Hmm, you’re too irresistible not to bite you” you add also with a teasing smile.

“Hmm, am I?” he asks with one of those smiles, one of those smiles than sends your stomach do cartwheels.

“Ey, ¿de qué habláis vosotros dos? {Hey, what are you two talking about?}” one of your cousins interrupts you.

“Solo le traduzco {Just translating him}” you lie.

“¿Ah, sí? No sabía que había que estar tan cerca de alguien para traducir {Ah, yeah? I didn’t know you had to be so close to someone to translate}” he laughs and the rest of the family laughs too, embarrassing you. You can’t help but notice the cousin who’s talking with Sam laughs too, so you make your come back:

“Eh, tú no te rías tanto {Eh, you don’t laugh too much}” that makes the family laugh again, and Dean and Sam share a look, not understanding anything.

The dinner continues like this, between teasing, jokes and laughter. The dessert arrives, and with that sweets that Dean has never seen.

“Those are ‘mantecados’, they’re delicious. Although don’t abuse them, they’re full of fats” you explain to him when he takes a bite.

“They’re indeed delicious”

“Better than pie?”

“Never”

Without even realizing, the moment of eating the grapes arrives. Each one of you takes twelve grapes on their plates and looks excitedly at the TV, where the ring bells will sound live from ‘Puerta del Sol’.

“First we’ll hear the quarters, then, in the last twelve bell rings, we eat the grapes” you explain “They don’t have seeds, so you don’t have to worry about choking” you add.

He smiles at you and looks with excitement at the TV, where the presenters are talking. You can’t help but admire his pretty profile.

Finally, it is time. You start to eat the grapes, some of you laughing, some of you almost choking. At the end, only some of the older ones weren’t able to end all their grapes.

Dean looks at you and smile “Happy New Year, sweetheart”

“Happy New Year, Dean” you say and kiss him, the sweet taste of the grapes still lingering in your lips.

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