Christmas Boredom
Dean x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language?, A Mix of Sadness and Fluffiness
Words: 782
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A light dusting of snow was leftover from a bit of snowfall earlier in the week, but nothing that jeopardized the roads too much. Christmas was right around the corner and honestly, it felt different this year. In a good way though. A really good way.
Needing some things for dinner and just a few things to stock up the cabinets at home, you had run out to the store along with a trip to the post office and stopping for gas plus a few other things that came to mind while you were out. Needless to say, instead of spending just a couple hours out and about, you were gone for more than five hours. But you felt accomplished, your to-do list was now crossed off.
Once you pulled down your street, you admired all the decorations that your neighbors have been putting up over the past few weeks, loving how creative a lot of them were. It’s only when your eyes catch a certain batch of new decor that you become a bit shocked.
Pulling into your driveway, you can’t take your eyes off the roof as you put your car in park. Leaving the groceries for the moment, you climb out, your eyes glued to the top of your house as you walk a little closer. Your smile slowly comes back along with an excitement within you as you look over the string of lights that somehow just decided to blanket your house for the season.
“I can’t tell if you’re in the Christmas spirit or if you’re just bored!” Those gorgeous green eyes you love so much eventually pop out from behind a large snowflake decoration that’s standing tall on the shingles and then something else you love joins them. That damn smirk of his.
“Uh…both!” The man admits before securing the snowflake for good and then he turns to climb off the roof. You know he’s perfectly capable of doing such a task, but the thought of him falling still makes you nervous.
When his boots land on solid ground, he turns, his smile growing as he leans down and kisses you sweetly, melting your heart and probably even the snow around you.
“Hi.” his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine and always has. You love it just as much as you love him.
“Hi.” When your eyes go to scan his handy work, his green orbs drop to the snow at your feet before he lets out a heavy sigh.
“Do you know how hard it’s been to not look up weird things or to check the news for suspicious activity?” Your expression softens. “I mean…I am trying so hard but it’s just…” he huffs, slapping a hand to his thigh as he scans the neighborhood.
Feeling his struggle, you step forward and place your hands on his cheeks. He seems too ashamed to look you in the eye at first, but eventually he does. But you can see how bad he’s beating himself up for all this.
“I want this.” he admits, his voice coming off crackly. “I really do. I want you to know that.”
“I do know that.” you tell him, your voice as soft as your touch. But he still hates himself for struggling with the normal life.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” you tell him, a little more firmly. Your hands press a little tighter on his face as you force him to look at you once again. “It’s hard. I know it is and I am so proud of you.” he scoffs, not because he doesn’t believe you but because you know that he doesn’t think there’s anything for you to be proud of. “Hey. You’re doing better than you think.” He tries to hide his eye roll, but you know him too well. “One day at a time.”
“I just don’t want to let you down.” Hearing that hits you hard. Your chest starts to hurt and tears instantly fill your eyes.
“You’re not.” you tell him as strongly as you can, but your voice is weaker than you want it to be. “I swear to you that you’re not.” With tears in both your eyes, Dean leans in again, kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in years. “Now…” you get out when he takes a second to breathe, getting him to hold off on another kiss. “If you end up going on a hunt and lie to me about it? That’s a different story.” That’s what brings his grin back.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Damn straight you won’t. Because you’ll be taking me with you.” Dean’s smile grows before he captures your lips again.
“That’s my girl.”
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When I’m not trying do anything in particular
I lack the will to think and think I should write a will
Because wouldn’t that be a better way to kill time
Spend some life doing something useful
Than overthinking the ways I could be useful
Like stacking the folders and files with substance
Like holding a candle to the darkness of morning
I miss you, I miss the person that I could’ve been
At least, that person burns holes into my memory
Gives me a vague sense of direction
What I’ve to do in particular
But how do I still end up not doing anything specific
Maybe it’s because I’m yet to write a will
And I’m killing time with my uselessness
-by Lane Key :]
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For months I’ve been looking forward to my sisters coming to visit today.
For months I’ve been excited.
Then I got sick a week ago. (Did a Covid-test back then, negative.) Then I started feeling better from yesterday on and thought “okay great, so they can come over, since I’m feeling better.”
Then L. (the younger one) got sick and couldn’t come over.
Then, just because I wanted to be 100% sure, I did a Covid test this morning... positive. Then I went to a testing center. Positive. Then I did an express PCR-test because F. (my sister) is pretty health paranoid and asked me to. Positive.
So... now I’ll be spending Christmas all alone with my depression and f*ing Covid.
Worst timing ever. I hate everything.
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