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you should go (i want you to stay) | rafe cameron

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reader x rafe; after a drunken hookup, you admit how you really feel.

you always hoped you’d end up here. in his bed, naked. his hand ran up and down along your side, the cold ring on his finger making you shiver. you felt him kiss your shoulder lightly before rolling out of bed. you didn’t say anything. instead, you watched him as he pulled his clothes on quickly, a smile on his face as he met your stare.

 “well, that was unexpected.” he laughed, picking up your bra and tossing it at you. “unexpected in a good way, i hope,” you replied as you began to get dressed yourself. “unbelievably good.” rafe winked, opening the door to the balcony and sitting down. you smiled, of course, but a part of you was scared. maybe it was your mistake, going this far with your best friend, who you were crazy in love with. as said before, it wasn’t exactly a planned occurrence. and being drunk off your ass, after a huge party didn’t help. 

you followed rafe onto the balcony and grabbed the beer you were drinking, finishing it off and opening another without hesitating. “trying to forget it already, huh?” he joked, elbowing you in the arm. “nah, trying to forget something else.” you mumbled, hoping he was too distracted by the crowd downstairs to notice you responded at all. his hand found your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “what’s up?” the concern in his voice made your insides melt. 

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the hope you held that he’d feel the same that betrayed the voice in your head telling you not to say anything. 

“i’m in love with you, rafe. i’m sorry if that’s weird, and i’m sorry that i-” you couldn’t continue once he pulled his hand away and stood up, shaking his head. “you probably just feel that way because of what we did.” he now stood a few feet away, arms crossed. he couldn’t even meet your gaze. “i’ve felt this way for a long time.” now you stood, inching toward him. “y/n” you don’t know what you're talking about, you don’t love me. okay?” it stung that he was walking over your feelings, instead of accepting them to be true. “rafe-” you began, only for him to cut you off. “this, what we did,” he pointed to the bedroom, where only moments ago everything was perfect. “it was a mistake.’ and as if that wasn’t enough to hurt you, he snatched the beer from your hand, “you should go.” 

you felt your heart break right then and there. tears gathered in your eyes, but instead of letting him see how much his words affected you, let them fall after you turned to leave, just as he wanted you to.

weeks passed. 

you did everything you could to distract yourself. but nothing seemed to really help. was your friendship with rafe really over because you couldn’t keep it to yourself? you felt you had ruined everything. but reaching out first meant apologizing for how you thought you felt. it meant lying. and you refused to do that. rafe hadn’t made any effort to make amends, either. which only made everything feel worse. 

as if you hadn’t made enough mistakes in the last while, you found yourself giving into your friends and going to yet another party. you had been avoiding parties, knowing rafe cameron was more than likely at every single one, or the one hosting. 

his house was already packed full of people. your stomach churned, regret filling you already. were you even welcome here anymore? the last time you were here he asked you to leave. it took a bit more convincing from your friends, but you found yourself inside his house with a beer in your hand. you tried to enjoy yourself, but it was hard when you couldn’t help but scan the room every few minutes, watching for him. you’d avoid him, if you did see him, of course, but you silently prayed you wouldn’t see him at all. as if he read your mind, rafe entered the room, a smile on his face as he ran into some of his close friends. a lump formed in your throat. you knew better than to wish you wouldn’t see him at his own party. now that you had, you wished you never came at all.

“i’m sorry guys, i think i’m gonna go.” you said to your friends, who were too busy dancing to the loud music to hear you or notice you leaving. hiding behind people as best as you could, you managed to get to the door before you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder. 

“y/n?” rafe’s voice met your ears. you turned towards him slowly, refusing to look directly at him. “i’m leaving, don’t worry.” before you could turn to leave, he stopped you again. “i wasn’t worried, i’m glad you came.” you scoffed, unable to believe him. “really? because the last time i was here you asked me to go. so that’s what i’m doing. i shouldn’t have even came.” rafe flinched, but a look of understanding was apparent. 

“please, can we just talk? somewhere less crowded?” he pleaded. you rolled your eyes, knowing you’d follow him anywhere even when you really didn’t want to. instead of responding, you waved a hand, motioning for him to lead the way. 

as if it were some cruel joke, he brought you right to his room. “rafe, what’s left to even say?” he shut his door and locked it. now you two were alone, in the very room where everything went to shit weeks ago. 

“everything. everything i should have said instead of letting you walk out.” 

“you asked me to leave, rafe.” he guided you to sit down next to him on his bed. “yes, i know but, fuck, (y/n) i just couldn’t let myself believe it was possible that you could feel that way for me. it freaked me out.”

“well, i’m glad to know how i feel for you freaks you out. is that all?”

“can you just let me say what i have to say? fuck.” you stayed silent, taken back by his tone.

“i’m a mess, y/n. I do stupid shit, and get drunk, and high, and it scared me to hear you say those words because you deserve more than that. it scared me because no ones ever been able to make me feel the way i feel when i’m with you.” 

tears filled your eyes, and rafe took your hands into his.

“i decided the second you said it that you were just confused. but that wasn’t fair to you, just easier for me.”  he wiped a tear from your cheek.

“ what are you saying to me rafe?” you needed him to be straight up, no more beating around the bush. you couldn’t deal with not knowing exactly what he was thinking or feeling. 

without warning, his hand flew to the back of your head, your hair tangled in his fingers. he hauled you closer, hungry for your kiss. his lips found yours with greed. 

“i’m saying that i fucking love you. and i’m so sorry i couldn’t admit it before.”  you forgave him then and there, gripping his shirt and hauling him back in.

“i want you to stay.” he panted between kisses.

and so you did, just as he wanted you to. 

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CHRISTOPHER BRINEY as CONRAD FISHER in THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY (2022)

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you like what you see? | dean winchester

     dean winchester x reader: he catches you dancing around the kitchen and       admires you until you notice.

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a yawn escaped as you stood up out of your bed, wishing you didn’t have to leave it. the boys had gone on a hunting trip two days ago and you stayed back to help them with any research they might have need you to do. that and you were still recovering from the last hunt which had taken a toll on you. though you argued and said you were fine, sam and dean refused to let you join; a part of you was thankful because deep down you knew a break would do you good.  

 you made your way to dean’s room, grabbing his red flannel that he had left hung up in his closet. it was your favorite, and somehow it always seemed to be the one he left behind. you threw it over you, buttoning it up and smiling at the thought of him. you and him had something special, though you never labelled it. you flirted, sometimes slept in the same bed when one of you had a rough day and the other wanted to be there for comfort, shared a few drunken kisses, sometimes more. 

you were close to both of them of course, and loved them like best friends, but dean being dean, made his way into your heart on a whole other level. though you both had yet to admit to one another you wanted to be in a real relationship, you both knew it, and neither could imagine being this close to anyone else.

the smell of his cologne still lingered on the flannel, causing you to smile once again before leaving his room and making way to the kitchen, where you began to cook some breakfast. you hadn’t received any texts saying they needed you to look anything up yet, so you took advantage of it. 

clicking shuffle on your music playlist, you began to sing along to songs as you cooked. you remember sitting in the backseat of the impala when you first met sam and dean as dean showed you all of his favorite songs, which quickly became yours as well.

your all time favorite, carry on my wayward son, began to play making you sing softly at first, but as the song continued you found yourself singing louder, grabbing the whisk and using it as a microphone. you swayed and danced around, never hearing dean as he walked to the kitchen entrance and leaned against the door frame. 

he smiled, admiring every little thing about the moment as it played out in front of him. the girl he loved, foolishly dancing around to his favorite song all the while wearing that damn flannel. he watched you up and down, from your bare legs to the messy morning hair, biting his lip as he prayed the moment would never end. 

you jumped, quickly laying the whisk down in embarrassment once you caught dean watching. 

“i was just-” you began, but before you could finish he cut you off. “being ridiculously hot in my shirt, dancing around the kitchen while cooking bacon? please, don’t stop on my account.” you blushed, of course he would find a way to make you feel so good in a moment of pure embarrassment. 

“you like what you see, huh?” you teased as he move towards you, laying his bag down on the floor and pulling you in by the waist.

“do I ever.” he replied quickly before kissing you with more passion than you ever felt before. 

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light years

the light his eyes bestowed were like stars in the sky

they were beautiful and bright and seemed so close

but were many light years away.

-m.o

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how can i vibrate higher so i can manifest,?

Your feelings create your vibration. Emotion is energy in motion, so in order to raise your vibration, you’ve got to nourish positive emotional states. Emotions like joy, love, happiness, gratitude, etc. raise your vibration. Make time for the things that make you happy, and your vibration will naturally rise. Repeat high vibrational affirmations. Focus on the things that make you feel good. 🤍

Some things that can help you raise your vibration

spending time in nature

meditation

breathwork

working out

eating healthy

focusing on your passions

spending time with people who make you feel good

playing with your pets

reading your favorite books

watching your favorite movies and shows

dancing

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baby. | dean winchester

dean winchester x reader: dean wakes up to find you, and his impala gone.

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dean forced himself awake from what was probably the best sleep he’s had in months. in the midst of all the angel, demon, ghost crap he dealt with on a daily basis there was little time for rest. he rubbed his eyes before checking the watch strapped onto his wrist. 

11:47 a.m. 

that’s about five hours later than he usually wakes up. though he was pleased to have gotten well rested for once, he worried he might have missed something. not being woken by his brother or his girlfriend with news of another case was the strange. dean reached for you, only to find your spot empty. this made him quick on his feet, the hotel room seemed normal, sammy passed out on the other bed. 

“sam!” he called to his brother, smacking the back of his leg as he passed. “what? what is it? what’s wrong?” sam replied, sitting up quickly. “where’s (y/n)?” dean asked, looking around for anything weird. 

“I don’t know, dean. i didn’t see or hear anything.” sam said, a little worried. it might not seem like such a big deal to anyone else, but the winchesters were more used to things going wrong, to the people they loved dying or disappearing. it wasn’t hard to jump to the worst possible conclusion.

dean paused, nothing was out of the ordinary. nothing except your shoes, jacket, and the keys to his chevy impala were missing. 

he opened the door, and sure enough the impala that was parked right in front of the hotel room was gone. “she took my car.” dean said in frustration as he turned to sam. he was about to text you when he spotted your phone sitting on the table. 

“she took my damn car.” dean shook his head. “okay and? dean i’m sure that means she’s alright. if something was wrong, she knows where all the hunting gear is.” sam had a point, which did help calm dean down. he had been with you for a year now, and has only ever let you drive the car while he was with you. he wasn’t mad that you took his car, but you, his brother and that chevy impala were the three most important things to him. he just would have rather you let him know, a note or a text, anything.

sam came outside and stood next to dean, looking out at the empty parking lot and the sun beaming down onto the road. 

the rumble of the impala could be heard even though it was still down the road. they didn’t need to see it to know that you were almost back. still, dean’s eyes searched. soon enough, you pulled in with a sharp turn and hit the brakes for an abrupt stop. sam was amused at dean’s expression as he watch you. 

“sam.” dean said before you got out of the car. “my baby, driving my baby,” he looked up to his younger brother as he paused. “that’s got to be the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” 

“well?” you said as you slammed the door. you held a tray containing three coffees in one hand and a pie in the other.

 “anyone want some pie?” 

dean was infatuated. “and she brought pie? sam, oh my god i friggin’ love that girl.” 

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when i was younger

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when I was younger

I had this idea of love

kisses and flowers

roses are red and violets are blue

but now that I’m older

the thought of love

it breaks me in two

because when I was younger

i didn’t know

that I would lose you.

-m.o