My broken skin is my favourite sight

Love it when your boyfriend gets drunks and mistakes the girl he used to talk to as his current girlfriend. How great when he tries to turn it into a guilt trip by apologising endlessly and blaming it on the alcohol. Repeating himself... telling me to forgive and forget. It’s not that easy.

It’s so great when all of your support systems are down. When your friends don’t want to hear the same problems on a loop. When your boyfriend can’t cope with you worst side of you. It’s all too much and and I don’t think even I can cope anymore.

Have you ever been triggered but not been able to turn to anyone? Like all of the people I’ve told about my past have left me and everyone else wouldn’t take me seriously.

Imagine going to a foreign country and having to comfort Dean on the plane

Pairing: dean x reader Warnings: FLUFF, fear of flying (if that's a warning) ----------------------------------------------- Dean grabbed your knee and squeezed. Hard. The pilot had just announced that take off would be in the next few minutes. You glanced at your best friend, taking in each and every feature, especially the way his jaw clenched in fear of flying. 'Dean... it's okay' you told him, placing a hand on top of his and shooting him a small but sincere smile. Dean only grunted, acknowledging your reassurance, however he was still terrified. The plane was lining up on the runway as Dean squeezed the arm rests, making his knuckles turn white with the force. You rubbed his forearm, attempting to calm him as much as possible as the aeroplane began charging forward, catching speed to thrust into the air. The plane was hardly off of the ground when Dean let out a soft whimper and squeezed his eyes shut. 'Hey Dean, do you remember that time when Sammy was almost killed by that demon, he was so sure that he could charge into that wear house without any backup' you giggled 'he was so dumb back then' you glanced at Dean, who was rapidly shaking his head to tell you he was listening, his short hair bobbing along. As the plane levelled itself out in the air, Dean slightly relaxed, he released his grip on the arm rests and took in a deep breath. He looked at you and gave a weak smile, you smiled back, with a lot more animation than him. '(Y/n)... tell me something... about us' Dean whispered, not confident enough to use his normal voice, the intimacy of that comment sent a wave of warmth through your body, you tried to make yourself pretend it was a feeling of deep friendship... nothing more. 'Well Dean-o, we met nearly 6 years ago, you were a dork and I was this really cool gal that you couldn't pass up on meeting' That made Dean give out a chuckle. 'I couldn't pass up on meeting you cause I had no choice!' Dean replied 'you were always around Bobby's when Sammy and I tried to get some research done' your laughter erupted out of you. 'Dean, I was always around Bobby's cause he's my Dad' you gave Dean a knowing look 'and it's kinda cause I always wanted to see you' Dean's eyes practically bulged out of his skull. 'Wait... all of this time, there was me thinking I was being a creepy stalker for making sure you were at Bobby's the same time Sam and I happened to show up when actually...' he paused, looking at you until you turned your head towards him 'you were the one who was being the stalker' he wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing your face to turn a deep shade of red. 'I guess so' you chuckled, your crush on Dean wasn't much of a secret back then. '(Y/n)' Dean started, making you look at him again 'do you still feel that way?' He asked softly. 'Dean...' 'No, (y/n)... I'm asking because...' he looked at the seat in front of him 'because I feel that way... I like you (y/n)' he sighed 'Actually no. I love you' Now it was your eyes that bulged out of your skull 'Dean... I feel the exact same way. I love you too' you placed a hand on Dean's and he intertwined his fingers with yours. His free hand caught your chin and pulled you into a slow kiss, full of passion and feeling, sending literal electric shocks from your connected mouths down into your stomach. When you separated, you both gasped for breath, just in time for the pilot's announcement 'ladies and gentlemen, we will shortly be arriving at the Barcelona airport, thank you for flying with us. Please prepare for your decent' Dean grabbed your hand, clinging on, you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb, drawing soothing patterns as the both of you clipped into your seat belts and leaned into your seats. You couldn't help but feel ecstatic, not only were you finally having a break from hunting, you were having it in a foreign country... with the man you loved and the man who loved you.

Imagine your boyfriend Jensen finding out that you are addicted to reading dean x reader fan-fiction.

“Y/N?” Jensen asked, staring at your face, you were getting to the good part, where the reader and Dean Winchester confess their love for one another. “YN!” Jensen practically yelled at you to get a response, you blinked a couple of times, making you realise what was happening “Uh y-yes?” You replied, glancing at your boyfriend for a moment, before you began scrolling through the fan-fiction once more “what the hell are you reading that's making you zone out every time I try to have a conversation with you?” Jensen's annoyance was obvious and you could feel his cold glare bore into the side of your face. You locked your phone and looked up at him, your cheeks flushed a deep red “oh... nothing” You tried to avoid making eye contact as you answered him “Y/N.... I'm not stupid, tell me what you were reading” a small twitch appeared in the corner of your boyfriend's mouth, this was not good. How on earth were you supposed to tell the love of your life that you were addicted to reading smutty fan-fiction about his character from supernatural? It was insane! “Babe, honestly it was nothing important” you mumbled, pulling your legs up to your chest as you leaned back into your plush couch. “Well if it was nothing important then you'll have no problem sharing it with me” With that, Jensen grabbed your phone and unlocked it using his fingerprint. Damn you for trusting the bastard. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, he had a small smile on his face “Oh. My. God” he said as he read some of the fan-fiction, the colour in your cheeks had turned from a deep red to burgundy as he flipped his finger across the screen. “Babe... this is porn” Jensen stated with a small chuckle as you looked away “No, it's not! It's fan-fiction” you replied, lowering your gaze to the floor, wishing it would swallow you up. “No Y/N... this is porn... With none other than Dean Winchester! My goddamned character!” Your boyfriend let out a booming laugh before he turned serious again “You like this stuff?” He asked you, more seriously. You gulped and nodded slightly “It's... kind of a turn on...” you looked at him from under your lashes, his face was solemn, showing no emotion. He moved closer to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your waist, you froze, not wanting to interrupt whatever he was about to say “You know... it's not only Dean who has powers in the bedroom...” Jensen whispered in your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. You forced yourself to glance at him, catching the seductive wink he shot at you. “Y-you're not... mad?”’You squeak, not daring to speak any louder. “Babe, no way, I might've been mad if you were reading about Jared but technically it's me” you felt Jensen's smile against your head as you craned your neck to look up at him. You sent him a small smile and before you knew it, his hand was on the back of your neck, pushing you into a soft, but passionate kiss, leaving you breathless. “Well, maybe we should see if we can make any of this fan-fiction into non fiction” Jensen said, his lips still against yours, a warm feeling settled in your core as Jensen swept you up bridal style and carried you into your shared bedroom.