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You’re not there

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), John Winchester (mentioned but plays a major part)

Summary: Things get out of hand for Dean when he sees a teenage boy and his dad having a good relationship. He struggle to deal with emotions and reader helps him on the way.

Warnings: Well a bit of angst, sorrow, a very hurt Dean, nothing else I think.

Word count: 1.5K+

A/N: This is my entry for Kari’s (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing​) Danish Artists SPN Challenge. I chose You’re not there by Lukas Graham, cool artist btw!! The song has really inspired me a lot to write this fic the way it has been written. Also, such long time ago I ever wrote anything and posted, hope it doesn’t suck completely. 

Everything in bold and italic is song lyrics. Also thanks to @curliesallovertheplace​ for being my beta!

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Kissing Under The Sunset [A Stucky One Shot - Request].

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Have I told you how much I love you? Because I do, I really do. Thank you so much for such an overwhelming response to my stories, I really appreciate it! 

Every like, comment, reblog, message, literally means the world to me. So, thank you, thank you! 

So, this one goes to @whydouwantaname, who so kindly responded to my Stucky freak out and requested this! Enjoy <3 I also tag @undiscl0sed-desir3s & @mcuofstucky & @stevestuckyonbucky, because they like to sink in the Stucky ship too. 

Pairing: Stucky. C’mon, we all know this now ;) 

Warnings: Mentions of past homophobia (though not explicit). Is there a swear word? There might be…and angst, fluff and a kiss? 

Disclaimer: All Marvel characters go to their original creators. 

P.S: Please forgive me for any mistakes! 


1937, Coney Island


Overhead, the sky was a mix of different colours, oranges and reds, yellows and pinks, as the burning sun set on the horizon, like a paint pallet, a mix of colours and mixtures, ready for the night to swoop in and clean it up. And yet, though the evening was drawing in, it was still busy, bright lights and loud chatter, people driving in fast cars, bright dresses and the giggles of women as they danced the night away.

“Hey Stevie,” Bucky smiled, sitting down next to his best friend, as the two of them sat on the pier, legs hanging over the edge, watching the sunset and the tide come in, lapping up on the golden sand, “here’s ya ice cream. They didn’t have vanilla, got you chocolate instead.”

“Thanks Buck,” Steve replied, taking the cone from him, beginning to eat it, noticing Bucky’s gaze, staring over at a very pretty woman with her friends down by the beach, “go talk to her. She keeps looking over here.”

“Nah,” Bucky shook his head, turning back around to face Steve, “what about you?”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes, “I’ll be fine. I’m not gonna suddenly have an asthma attack just sittin’ here alone.”

Bucky shook his head, laughing half heartedly, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant…”

“I know what you meant,” Steve sighed, licking around the chocolate on top of the cone, “but her friends aren’t gonna like me. I’ll just wait here, or go home.”

Steve

“Buck, really, it’s fine,” Steve half smiled, though his heart was slowly shattering in his chest, “I’ll be fine.”

“Fine,” Bucky smirked, “but if ya wanna go home, you come tell me all right?”

“Uh-uh,” Steve nodded, already biting into the cone of his ice cream, staring back at the ocean. He didn’t want to see the man he loved walk away from him, to go talk to a woman.

It just broke his heart.

Bucky was his best friend, yes. But Steve had always loved him in a way that wasn’t accepted. At least not then, besides, Bucky didn’t feel the same, he had regular dates and women fell over him, sighing and smiling like he’d hung the moon.

“I’ll be fine,” Steve muttered, glancing at Bucky who was now talking to the woman, that had been giving him looks all evening. Looking away, Steve wiped away warm tears, finishing his ice cream, wiping his hands on a tissue, before looking back out at the sea.

They’d been here for most of the afternoon and had spent time on the rides (which made Steve sick after), and then just sat here for the rest of the time – talking and laughing, pretty much like they always did. But tonight was different. Steve felt that hollow emptiness in his stomach, one that told him he’d never be the one Bucky kissed and held close.

They were just best friends, nothing more, and nothing less. Steve didn’t bother waiting for Bucky. He got up and left about half an hour later.

When he got back to their apartment, he changed out of his clothes, into his pyjamas and went to bed. But he didn’t sleep. He heard Bucky come home, he heard him dropping the door keys on the kitchen counter, as he walked into Steve’s room.

“You left,” Bucky mumbled, and if Steve heard a hint of disappointment and sadness in his friend’s voice, he chose not to read too much into it.

“You were busy. Got bored and cold,” Steve replied, hiding under the covers, hiding the tears that were beginning to trickle down his cheeks, “thought you wanted to spend more time there, didn’t want to drag ya home.”

Steve

“Night Buck,” Steve cut him off, his voice wavering. Bucky sighed and closed his friend’s door, walking into his own room, cursing himself.

That night, Steve cried himself to sleep.

Unable to hold back, he sobbed into his pillow, muffling his cries as best he could and when he woke up, the two of them went back to normal, like the night had never happened.


2015, Coney Island


Steve couldn’t believe he was back here again, after all of these years, sitting in the same spot he had, when Bucky had walked off to speak to that woman, who was probably dead now. But they were still here, through the war, through the ice and Hydra, through the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Winter Soldier, through the Civil War and the aftermath; they were still here, together, as if nothing had happened.

Of course, that’s not true, everything’s changed.

But they were okay. They would always be okay. Even things with Tony (though sore), were slowly getting better. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, just different sides to the same coin and no one placed blame. Steve just wished they’d been able to talk about it, instead of fighting. Fighting never solved anything, just caused pain and wars.

And the innocent are the ones who always suffer the worst of it.

“Hey Stevie,” Bucky smiled, sitting down next to his best friend, the two of them at the pier again, “I got you vanilla this time. They actually had it.”

Steve would’ve burst into tears right there and then, because damn it, Bucky remembered, he remembered the past, he remembered Steve. He knew what Hydra was and what they’d forced him to do, and though he struggled with nightmares, and blamed himself, he was better.

He was here.

He wasn’t lost and alone.

He was with Steve.

“Thanks Buck,” Steve croaked, managing a bittersweet smile, his shoulder brushing against his friend’s flesh one.

A lot had changed since they’d been here last, everything was modern and new.

It wasn’t their Coney Island, but it still had that tug, one that kept them grounded, that once pulled, the memories spilled out and consumed them, until all they could do was let them wash over their minds.

But the sky was the same.

The sky was the same splash of colours. The same bright, radiant rainbow of colours, mixed together in a hazy, golden mess, as the sun set and the night began to creep in. And if Steve closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that they were back there, back then, when everything had been easier, simple, it had been comfortable.

But here and now, this was better.

“Something happened here,” Bucky said after Steve had finished his ice cream, “When I got home…you were upset.”

Steve sighed, nodding, “yeah. It’s fine Buck. Not important, okay?”

“If it upset you, it is,” Bucky replied, looking at Steve, watching as the golden sunlight hit his blond hair, graced his skin and lips, his blue eyes open and honest. He was still Steve, even after everything, he was still his Stevie.

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve muttered, shaking his head, looking back towards the sea, trying to ignore the confused look on Bucky’s face, “it was a long time ago.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Bucky sighed, nudging Steve with his elbow, “but I want to know what I did…I – Steve, c’mon.”

Just then, a group of women walked past the two of them, staring at Bucky, but the man didn’t pay them any attention. Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes, of course they’d notice him – he’d cut his hair, it was tousled but like it used to be nonetheless and he’d shaved, he looked healthier, better than before.

And modern clothing suited Bucky very much.

Steve had to tear his eyes away from his jeans and top, the way his defined body appeared in clothes that seemed to highlight every angle of his form.

“It was because…,” Bucky trailed off, looking at the women quickly, before turning back to Steve, “I went to talk to a woman, wasn’t it?”

Steve huffed, clenching his jaw, refusing to speak, keeping his gaze ahead.

Steve,” Bucky said softly, his voice low, lifting his flesh hand to touch Steve’s arm, “look at me. C’mon, Stevie, look at me.”

Steve closed his eyes momentarily, before turning to look at Bucky, “what?”

“Just tell me what’s goin’ on,” Bucky replied, half smiling, “please?”

“Fine,” Steve muttered, angry and upset for no reason, “fine, you want me to tell you? I was upset, okay? It was silly, I know. But I – I didn’t like…you know what, forget it.”

But before Steve could get ten steps away, Bucky called out, “damn it, Steve, you’re goin’ to tell me right now, or so help me God - !”

“God, Buck!” Steve shouted, turning around to face his friend, who was a little way off, “why can’t you just leave it?!”

“I don’t want to,” Bucky snapped angrily, “I want you to tell me. I know you’re lyin’ to me.”

Scoffing, Steve ran a hand through his hair, trying to stop himself from crying and shouting at the same time, “fine. I’ll tell you.”

Bucky waited patiently, merely raising an eyebrow.

“I-I…Buck,” Steve sighed, looking up at him with sad eyes, watching as his friend stepped a little closer, “I…I’m in love with you. I was upset…because you weren’t with me, I mean back then you couldn’t anyway, but now…and I just, I love you. I always have.”

“Steve,” Bucky said softly, stepping forwards, so that he was right in front of him, close enough to see the tears spilling down his friend’s rosy cheeks and the tremble in his lips, “look at me, Steve.”

Steve lifted his eyes to meet Bucky’s, fearful and pained, “please don’t hate me, Buck.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Bucky whispered, cupping Steve’s face, wiping away his tears with his thumbs, “I could never hate you.”

And then he leaned forwards, his lips a fraction away, “can I kiss you, Steve?”

Steve nodded, a soft broken noise leaving his lips, “please.”

And then, finally, finally, their eyes closed and lips met. It was hesitant and slow at first, with Bucky just testing the waters, gently moving his lips over the blond’s, tasting the ice cream on his soft, pliant lips. Then, Steve melted against Bucky, his arms coming to wrap around his neck, as Bucky’s arms circled around his waist.

It was like the world stopped and it was just them.

It wasn’t breath taking, it was like the air was being sucked back into their lungs, like the kiss was giving them life, renewing and fixing wounds that could only be seen under the skin, by the mind and heart. Bucky tilted their heads, opening his mouth to suck Steve’s bottom lip, earning a groan from the blond, who clung onto Bucky’s jacket. It felt like finally, like the golden sunrays hitting your cheeks after a cold morning, like the cool breeze after a hot day, it felt like fire and warmth, like the intense touch of rain and cool embrace of snow.

And it said, ‘I love you, I love you, I always have, always.’

When they pulled back, Bucky laughed breathlessly, peppering Steve’s face with kisses, “I love you, you silly punk. I love you so much. I wanted to tell you…back then, but I –

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve cut him off, snuggling against Bucky’s body, hugging him close, burying his face his shoulder, smelling his cologne, “we’re together now, right?”

“Yes,” Bucky sighed happily, kissing Steve’s temple, “we’re together now. Never gonna leave you again, Stevie. Never.”

They couldn’t change the past.

But they could damn well shape their future, together.

to this day, my very favorite songs
remind me of summertime.
very few things make me as nostalgic
as remembering those adolescent summers
spent on bikes with my best friends
maybe a little careless but completely carefree,
back when everything seemed so simple.
lazy afternoons spent escaping the heat,
we cannon-balled into chilly pools
of water bewitched with a sort of spell
that brought out all our deepest secrets
when the blazing sun went down.
as if the the water cleansed my fear of attachment
i’d tell you how much i love you,
if even only for this endless season of magic
filled to the brim with fireflies and strawberry lemonade.
to anyone i’ve ever spent those summer days with:
i love you, i love you, i love you, i still love you.
my lungs burn inside of my chest when i remember us
and consumes me fucking whole when i wonder
if any of you remember me too.
my heart aches at the thought of you 
saying you don’t believe in magic anymore,
because we had it, all of us
that summertime magic
tangible as sand in the palms of our hands
until it slipped away between our fingers.
i’ll miss those days forever.

anonymous asked:

Do you sometimes wanna go back to when everything was simple? Before the janoskians, like do you sometimes wonder what it would be like ur life right now if u had never opened the youtube channel?

I’d want to go back just for one more day, just so I could appreciate everything and say goodbye to my childhood properly

and one more back to the barn observation, because man was that episode meaty:

a big part of fandom, myself included, would look at pearl’s pining for space and homeworld in particular and wonder: why in the fuck? why does she speak of it so lovingly, when she chose to rebel against it, and rightly so– when her kind were probably worthless slaves, looked down upon by all around them?

well, i mean. we were right that that’s what pearls are. but now we know about them in greater detail, and we know they were essentially show dogs. pets that serve as a status symbol. needless to say that’s dehumanizing and absolutely horrible, but think: to the pearls, this was only normal. they never knew anything else.

and our pearl belonged to rose diamond, one of the rulers of the whole planet.

can you imagine the life of luxury she had on homeworld? she wasn’t her own person there, but she didn’t need to be – she was cared for and safe, probably provided everything she wanted, never had to worry about even the single tiniest thing. her job was to dance and look pretty and be rose’s, and that was it.

compared to the life she lives on earth now, well. it’s now much easier to see why she’d miss that. suddenly she’s the caretaker – suddenly she has to worry about everything. she’s taken up a role she wasn’t remotely built for as protector of the earth, for the sake of the person she once belonged to (and still does, albeit in a different, much more complex way) who’s no longer there. the life she leads now is the complete opposite of what she was made for, and what she once had.

‘why would i want to go home when you’re here,’ she asks rose, and that only makes sense: in her mind rose has always signified safety, because rose always looked after her. even after their relationship deepened and grew into something mutual and more balanced, i think that initial association never waned. (the same way pearl’s ingrained need to serve hasn’t.) rose is her home, and as long as she were there, pearl would’ve been fine. and for a time, indeed she was – but now rose is gone, and so is her shelter.

pearl chose autonomy, she chose personhood, she chose to fight. it was a tough damn choice. and though i’m sure she doesn’t regret it on the large scale of things, it’s hard to blame her for being struck with the occasional urge to go back to when everything was simple. but she doesn’t. she’s still here.

pearl is admirable, man.

nochilljimbles  asked:

What's the whole point of the Spongebob fandom? I mean, there's gotta be a meaning to it, like furries like the idea of anthropomorphic animals, and bronies like the cute ponies and shit. But what about this whole Spongebob fandom?

i think its not so much about the characters as much as it is nostalgia. you know how much 90s kids love to remember the 90s! its the jokes we remember when we were children that we may not have even understood that makes them so much funnier now and the simple but creative storylines that bring us back to a time when everything was simple and fun. it all just kind of lets us come together and laugh and remember as a fandom and thats what i set out to do when i made this blog! 

silverkleptofox  asked:

Prompt #2 Nico and Jason bond over not being able to remember their childhoods

Sorry it’s short! I’m a bit rusty from not writing in a while! I’m open for prompts/ headcanons?

Nico and Jason sat against a wall, both deep in thought.
“Sometimes I wish I remembered.” Nico broke the silence, his voice remorseful.
“Remembered what?” Jason asked, his voice cracking from a long period of silence.
“When I was a kid.” Nico stated. “Back when everything was simple.”
Jason chuckled weakly.
“Nico, you still are a kid. But yeah, I understand.”
“I just- it was so long ago. I want to remember being…” Nico’s voice trailed off.
“Being what?”
“Being happy.”
Jason nodded a little and stared into the distance.
“Nothing was really ever simple for me. I still want to remember though.”
“Yeah” Nico said, fidgeting with his fingers.
Jason brought his hand up to touch the scar at his lip. Nico was unsure if he was aware of the action.
“I want to remember times with Thalia. I want to remember times with my sister.”
Nico’s heart skipped a beat.
“Sometimes I wish I didn’t remember my sister at all.”
“How come?” Jason asked, confused.
“It would save me a lot of pain.”

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

This is something super fluffy that was suggested by someone for me to do since I had some trouble with planning something. It’s also written in present tense which is something I have never done. I hope y’all like it, though. It’s a modern royalty AU type deal.

For day 4 of my SoMa Valentine challenge: red rose

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3Bonus

Maka sits in the middle of the vast open field behind the Evans’ castle, the ring of flowers she has been working on for the last thirty minutes is in her hand, and she twines the last of the flowers together to make a crown. It isn’t exactly her ideal pastime to do while she’s visiting the royal family of the neighboring country, but it is better than sitting in an overly large room listening to her father talk to the king and queen about diplomatic affairs. The political aspects of ruling a kingdom aren’t really of interest to her. At least, they don’t interest her in that moment. Once she takes the throne of her own kingdom, then she’ll be interested to know about those types of matters.

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