Love Hurts

Requested Imagine backstory: Dean falling in love with the reader and slowly he tries to push you away, thinking he can’t have you. He slips up sometimes, nearly kissing you, nearly telling you his feelings, until one night you decide to ask him what’s up.

  • 1053 Words
  • Dean x reader
  • Warnings: yelling, fighting.

You watch Dean throw his clothes into his duffle bag. He’s hesitant about throwing his last shirt in, a shirt you said looks amazing on him just two nights ago, at that bar in Kansas City. He had thanked you, leaning close to you, breathing so hard you felt it on your neck. He didn’t act. He never did, he always left you hanging.

Sam was already in the car, waiting for his brother and best friend to come out, ready to start a new adventure. Something inside you wasn’t sure you were ready, something was telling you not to start anything just yet.

Dean zips his bag up and throws it over his shoulder, looking over at you and nodding to the door. “We’ll be out here when you’re ready.” He mumbles, making his way to the open door.

You weren’t packed. All your things lay on the bed Dean gave you, sitting in neat little piles so you could put it all up, all nice and organized. It didn’t seem fitting for your lifestyle, however. It seemed wrong to have this in order and have your life so scrambled.

Turning to Dean, you say, “can we talk?”

He stops and eyes you, his bag dropping to the ground, a hand on the side of the door. He slowly lets it close and faces you, his arms crossing over his chest–his scowl unmoving. “Guess so.”

“Why?” You start off. You look up at him and wait, though he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what you mean. “Why are we acting this way?”

“Acting what way?” His voice, it’s so irritatingly calm. His jaw clenches together and his eyes study your face from across the room. Playing dumb, that was his specialty when it came to you.

“What happened last night, Dean. What happened two nights ago in that bar, five nights ago in that cellar, last week in the Impala. I’m starting to wonder why I’m on this trip. So you can treat me like shit then forget about it? Girls don’t work that way.” You were throwing stuff into your bag now, not bothering to be neat about it.

The silence kills you. You look over and see Dean standing there, hands at his sides, lips in a thin line.

“Cool, thanks for making me feel like part of the family.” You hiss.

Sam walks inside, his laptop tucked under his arm. He waves as if to grab someone’s attention. “Um, guys? Are we leaving?”

“Yeah, Sam.” Dean huffs and grabs his bag. “We’re leaving. Y/N decided to stay behind.”

Sam gave you the same look you gave Dean, mouth open and eyebrows raised. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

You hurry over to Dean before he made it out the door and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back inside. He was off balance and stumbles back, nearly taking you down with him. “Excuse me?” You felt the tears sting your eyes. There was no hiding them anymore.

“I’m done babysitting.” He snaps. “You’re staying here.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his ripped up wallet, thrusting a couple hundred in your hands. “That should cover a bus ride and food for a while.”

You were speechless. Had Dean really just given everything up? You were just some girl to him. He didn’t fall for you as you had fallen for him. Perhaps you should leave, get your own place and get out of this business. You hated to admit it, but you’d never get anywhere without Sam and Dean.

Sam walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N…what was that about?”

You sob and shake your head, so unsure yourself.

He pulls you into a hug, waiting a few seconds too long and causing Dean to scream, “SAMMY!” from the Impala.

“Stay inside. I’ll talk some sense into him.” Sam promises and walks out of the room, leaving you a wreak.

“What the hell?!” Sam set his laptop on the top of the Impala. Dean was leaning against it, a toothpick hanging just off his lip. He switches sides and sucks on the end. “We’re a team, Dean. We’re family.”

Dean spits the stick out of his mouth and throws his bag in the backseat. “She’s nothing. Let’s go.” He opens the door but hesitates when he glances into the back.

“I thought you liked her.”

Dean glares at his younger sibling, wanting nothing more than to reach across the car and punch him square in the face. “Get in the car, Sam.”

Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What’s gotten into you? Before last week, you two were best buds.”

“Yeah, ‘best buds’ is exactly what I wanted to be.” Dean growls. “She friend-zoned me then complained when I tried to kiss her.”

Realization crosses Sam’s face. He felt dumb not to have seen it. “You love her.”

Dean gets into the Impala and slams the door, rests his forehead against the stirring wheel.

“Tell her.” Sam sticks his head in the window. “Before you screw things up.”

“I already have.” Dean’s voice cracks and looks in the rear view mirror to see you standing in the doorway. “I fuck over any relationship. Making her hate me is better than putting her through that. I don’t want her to end up in pain or misery.”

“Too late.” Sam stands up and leans on the door. “She’s miserable because you won’t make up your mind. Stop treating her like garbage and communicate.”

“How?” Dean looks up at his baby brother.

Sam shrugs his shoulders and gives you a glance. “If you don’t go tell her you love her, I’m going to. And she’s not going to want to hear it from me.”

Dean sighs and watches you start to walk away from the motel. He quickly gets out and makes his way over, thoughts circling around in his head. What did he need to say? Could he change your mind? It was all very confusing to him. Falling in love wasn’t something Dean Winchester did…

As he approached you, his thoughts start to die down. He can’t think of a single thing anymore and he panics, his heart beating faster than before.

He grabs your arm and pulls you back, crashing his lips into yours.

Celebrity is not Consent

“Being a celebrity is not automatic consent, either. It does not give fans a free pass to do what they want simply because they see a celebrity they love before them. Celebrities put their pants on one leg at a time, just like the rest of us. They are not their characters and they are not our toys. They do not "owe” their fans anything except entertainment, which they gladly give in whatever field they happen to be in. It’s why we become their fans in the first place.“

Great article, especially given the rabid nature of fandom. It’s a great reminder as conventions become more popular that celebrities who make themselves available to fans are going the extra mile, and that’s awesome, but they still absolutely deserve courtesy and the option of consent. I.e. they get to choose to say either "yes” or “no” to contact, photos, and other fan interactions.

Pitch Perfect Sentence Starters

“I ate my twin in the womb.”
“I set fires to feel joy.”
“I like to watch babies cry.”
“I like it when pretty boys dress up in drag and perform for me.”
“I was born with gills like fish.”
“Do you want to see a dead body?”
“I’m horizontal running.”
“You have a fat heart, and that’s what matters.”
“You’re gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your (man) boobs are gonna concave.”
“If we let them penetrate us, we are giving them our power!”
“Not a good enough reason to use the word ‘penetrate.’”
“I have a feeling we should kiss.”
“Is that a good feeling or an incorrect feeling?”
“Sometimes I have the feeling I can do crystal meth, but then I think, mmm… better not.”
“A-ca-scuse me?”
“You are awesome… ly horrible. I hate you. Kill yourself.”
“ I should have taken that cardio tip more seriously.”
“You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.”
“ No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”
“It’s like when my doctor told me not to have sex for six weeks, and I did it anyway.”
“ Damn. Prison changed you.”
“Well, at least it’s not herpes. Or do you have that as well?”
“I can’t concentrate on anything you’re saying until you cover your junk.”
“ His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with, like, one hand.”
“ Excuse me bitch, you don’t need to shout.”
“ Don’t worry, it’s just God punishing you ‘cause you’re a ginger.”
“Don’t just bring it, sing it, and let’s do this.”
“Nothing makes a woman feel more like a girl than a man who sings like a boy.”
“Give me the sharp weapon, I wanna put it up his butt!”
“Yeah, no don’t put me down for cardio.”
“Huh. Not a dude. It’s not a dude.”
“This ginger needs her jiggle juice!”
“Wanna do something else? We could re-live my parents’ divorce. Or visit a gynecologist.”
“Leave it. It fuels my hate fire.”
“The kraken has been unleashed! Feel the fat power!”
“You are probably the grossest human being I have ever met.”
“Here’s your official rape whistle! Don’t blow it unless it’s actually happening!”
“I’m willing to sign breasts!”
“Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

REALIZATION: The Miraculous yin-yang has a great deal of importance.

At first, when I first started watching the show, I was curious as to why Marinette possessed the ladybug Miraculous (given that ladybugs are symbolic for luck)… She’s clumsy, unintentionally messes things up, awkward, embarrassing, hell she can’t even say a word to Adrien without her stumbling over her words…

Didn’t seem very lucky to me (although she’s still cute af) On the other hand, Adrien possessed the black cat Miraculous and we all know that black cats are infamous for bad luck, yet Adrien is the son of a famous fashion designer, rich, good looking, charismatic and doesn’t even have to go to school if he didn’t want to.

However, I thought of this and the yin yang and then I thought the purpose of the yin yang is to create perfect balance. Marinette and Lady Bug’s personas balance out each other’s perfectly, just like Adrien and Cat Noir.

HOWEVER, if you look at it with a different perspective… you could see that in reality Marinette may actually be the truly lucky one in terms of family life. Marinette has a loving family that supports her in everything she does and encourages her to be the best she can be. Meanwhile, Adrien has lost his mother, has been alone most of his life, and has a stern father who does not support him, does not want the best for him and basically neglects his son’s emotional state. The two opposite family lives display YET AGAIN - Perfect balance.


And additionally their romantic dilemmas also balance out each other to create perfect balance. Cat Noir (Adrien) is in love with Ladybug (Marinette) while on the other hand, Marinette (Ladybug) is in love with Adrien (Cat Noir).



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