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Space Cowboy - Dean Winchester

So, I'm alive still. This one demanded to be written. Please excuse any minor mistakes as it also demanded to be posted without any editing. This is the first of these that's angst so I hope y'all like it.

I try to leave my readers non-specific so if I add details please let me know and I'll endeavor to fix it.

Obvious disclaimer: the lyrics aren't mine

Dean Winchester x Reader

You look out the window

While I look at you

When you really thought about it (which let’s face it, normally you didn’t) you knew that this day would come. No matter how much he insisted that he could balance both sides of himself, you had always known. His visits, which used to be so often, any time that he could justify them really, had started becoming fewer and farther between. They started to seem like just another job to him. At first, when he would come to you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Recently (recent is a stretch, his last visit was months ago, as was the one before that) his eyes never seemed to leave the horizon, like he couldn’t wait to be back on the road. It was hard to work up the courage to let him go, you’d opened your heart and your home to him for years after all. Your county was kind of a hot spot for supernatural activity, you’d learned that after the third time he’d walked into the bar you worked at in as many months. His case hadn’t been in your town that time, but close enough. He’d said he wanted to see you, those gorgeous greens had snared you right away.

Sayin’ I don’t know

Would be like sayin’ that the sky ain’t blue

You hadn’t seen him in months, not since you had very nearly had to beg him to visit for your birthday. The signs of a rougarou in the next town over told you all you needed to know about why he’d shown up at your door that sunny afternoon. He was a good man, you knew that, he couldn’t come that close and not visit the person he claimed was his “slice of the apple pie”. The little voice in your head reminded you that a sense of obligation didn’t mean he had missed you. He showed up because that’s what he did when a case brought him close, but he didn’t visit just because, not anymore. Still, you’d invited him in, said you were just about to start dinner, “something simple, pasta and wine probably”. It was like your heart took over and your logic was having an out of body experience. You probably should have asked how long he’d be staying.

And boots weren’t made for sittin’ by the door

Since you don’t wanna stay anymore

After the food was gone and the table cleared you had suggested a movie. “I know you’ve probably had a long day, we can just relax”.

That look of hesitation on his face, there was a time it would’ve been followed by regret, but not tonight. “I was actually just in the area for a case.” You almost reminded him that he always stayed with you while he was hunting in the area. “It was pretty cut and dry, Sammy’s waiting for me back at the motel, we gotta get on the road.”

He hadn’t even taken his boots off at the door, you’d noticed too late. You could imagine your logic was standing to the side and shaking its head while it watched your heart sink to the floor. “Oh” You could feel your body curling in on itself. He noticed. (Of course he noticed, at one point he’d been so aware of you, you would’ve sworn he loved you. Lately you weren’t so sure).

You can have your space, cowboy

I ain’t gonna fence you in

Ever since his visits had started slowing, he’d started offering you empty reassurances. “Hey, you’ve always said you were ok with the traveling.” He grabbed his keys from the counter; you spotted the batman keychain you had gifted him seven months in, a key to your house (to your heart). “I’ll be back when I can.” You had always trusted that if you let go, he’d come back. For the first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

Go on ride away, in your Silverado

Guess I’ll see you ‘round again

His goodbye kiss was quick, more habit than anything else, before those long legs were eating the distance to his Impala. You stood in the doorway and watched him drive off, hoping it wouldn’t be your last glimpse of him.

I know my place, and it ain’t with you

Well, sunsets fade and love does too

Once a month you went to see your childhood friend who had moved one town over after high school. The two of you would sit and have milkshakes at the local diner, catching up on life. That day should have been like any other, the ‘67 Impala parked on the street told you it probably wouldn’t be. The two large (gorgeous) men in one of the booths, confirmed it. This town was smaller than yours by a lot, newcomers would never go unnoticed. “Who’s that?”

Your friend didn’t even look to see who you meant. “Some FBI guys, they’ve been in town since Monday, investigating those deaths up at the Greaves’ Homestead”. All week. He’d been twenty minutes away, all week. The waitress asking if their food was ok was the same stunning blonde that had brought your shakes, you noticed. Dean noticed too. That look on his face, it had given you butterflies that first time he aimed it at you, and every time after. As your friend was counting cash to leave on the table, the waitress was writing on her notepad. Whatever it said, he watched her tuck it into the front pocket of his shirt with a grin. As you finished your shake and set the glass down (a little too loud, of course, because why not) he looked up. His eyes caught yours as you slid out of your booth and all of him froze, for about half a second before he recovered and threw an exaggerated wink at his brother. By the time he looked back at you, your gaze was locked between your friend’s shoulder blades as you followed them outside.

Yea, we had our day in the sun

When a horse wants to run

There ain’t no sense in closing the gate

You can have your space, cowboy

The cheerful sound of the bell above the door didn’t break your stride as the two of you crossed the street, the deep voice asking you to wait didn’t register past your friend’s rambling so you managed to ignore him without any questions. You poured yourself into the day of catching up, anything to keep your mind from highlighting all of his recent distance for you.

After the gold rush, there ain’t no reason to stay

Should’ve learned from the movies that good guys don’t run away

You made it home that night with a quart of ice cream and two bottles of wine. Maybe you should have realized that you had seen the back of that classic too many times. There were a lot of things you probably should have taken more notice of. How he never stayed long enough to get too comfortable; how he lived out of his duffle whenever he would visit and never unpack. Somehow you had convinced yourself that he didn’t say those three words back because he wanted to show you instead. He certainly had shown you his true feelings; they weren’t at all what you expected.

But roads weren’t made to not go down

And there ain’t room for both of us in this town

It was two more days before there was a knock at your door (a knock, when he had always used his key). You hadn’t invited him into the house when you answered (not into your heart either). His words had rolled right off. “supposed to be a simple salt and burn” Once, he hadn’t needed to make excuses. “we didn’t think we’d be in town so long” It hadn’t occurred to you in the past that there could be someone else. “I was just being friendly, I threw the number away”.

So you can have your space, cowboy

I ain’t gonna fence you in

“I think you should go Dean.” It was a good thing you had cried all your tears that first night.

Maybe their absence should have been his hint. “Yea, ok, you need some time, I get it. I’ll get a room at the motel” He seemed like he was gearing up for a speech; you shook your head and grabbed his hand to stop him, the cold metal of his keys a stark contrast to the once welcome heat of his skin.

“No, Dean.” You pulled your hand back, his keys in your grip. There had been a fine tremor in your fingers as you unhooked the batman keychain and handed the rest back. “I think you should go.” Shock had been the only thing to register on his face before you had softly closed the door and turned to lean your back against it. The click of it latching had never sounded so final before.

Go on ride away in your Silverado

I’ll see you around again

You weren’t likely to ever forget the roar of that engine. With where you lived, it wasn’t likely to be the last time you heard it either. Even if he wasn’t coming back for you, he’d come back for the cases.

‘Cause I know my place and it ain’t with you

Sunsets fade and love does too

Hunters still came by the bar, you stopped trying to figure out what they were after; it didn’t matter to you anymore. You bought new clothes to put in that drawer you had always hoped he would use. (He hadn’t)

We had our day in the sun

When a horse wants to run

There ain’t no sense in closin’ the gate

So you can have your space

There was a case big enough to catch his attention a few months later. (you had secretly hoped he’d let someone else handle it) When you had replaced their empty beers with fresh ones silently, Sam had studied you curiously. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

You can have your space, cowboy

I ain’t gonna fence you in

Dean’s hand had stuttered on the way to put his bottle to his lips. You hadn’t looked away from Sam’s eyes. “There’s a lot of things that go bump in the night around here.” They had both been taken aback by your response. “Not quite as many bartenders, you know me from here.” He almost certainly didn’t know you from the picture you had stuck in his brother’s wallet once.

Go on ride away in your Silverado

I’ll see you around again

The news had suddenly had nothing to report and you knew they were out of town; you also knew they’d be back.

‘Cause I know my place and it ain’t with you

Sunsets fade and love does too

It had taken time, but eventually you didn’t feel like your heart was in your throat every time a new boogie man drew them in (only a couple times a year now, other hunters had started keeping a closer eye on the area). Sometimes (when you let yourself consider it) it made you sad to think of the feelings you used to have.

Oh, we had our day in the sun

When a horse wants to run

Ain’t no sense in closing the gate

You can have your space

The truth is, sometimes, you just have to let them go.

Yeah, you can have your space

You can have your space

Cowboy

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Bad Boy - Dean Winchester

This one has been written for a long time and I thought I had posted it but I guess not. Please enjoy Dean getting a little bit of happiness.

I try to leave my readers non-specific so if I add details please let me know and I’ll endeavor to fix it.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Girl, I would dial your number without lookin’

And you’d always pick it up as soon as it rang

I would know that ringtone anywhere, even over the sound of the water rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, and if I rushed through the rest of my shower who would really know? He didn’t call too often and I never wanted to miss it. I snatch my phone off the counter as I shove the towel under my armpits and try not to slip on the tile. The “hey you” that spills forth is giddy and breathy. His voice makes my heart trip, just like every other time. I flop back onto my bed and smile at the ceiling, talking to him about everything and nothing all at once.

And I’d hear you say “I hear my mama coming”

And you’d hide the phone underneath the sheets

“Hang on babe, my mom’s coming” I sit up quickly and shove my hand under the comforter just as my mom knocks and peeks her head in the door, “hey mom, what’s up?”. She takes in the flush to my cheeks and my slightly flustered look.

And I’d hear her say “girl haven’t I told you?

Yeah, I know who you’re talking to

She straightens up and leans against the door frame with a knowing smirk. “Don’t you know I can always tell when you’re talkin’ to that boy?” I can feel my cheeks heat up as she raises her brow.

It’s that bad boy

It’s that wrong side of the tracks boy

“It’s that troublesome boy ” Her voice is gentle as she says it.

That break your heart and won’t come back boy

Why’s that boy the one you love?”

“That boy that just rolls right on through town.” She looks gently concerned, not judgemental. “Are you taking care with your heart honey?”

You’re not that bad boy

Well, you weren’t scared, but you had every reason

Me and my boys were nothing short of dangerous

When she feels that she’s expressed her motherly concern she wanders away I bring the phone back to my ear quickly. I can immediately tell he’s heard her, he’s got that hint of self deprecation in his voice. He starts going on about the family business and all its downfalls. He tells me he and his brother have done some less than stellar things in the line of work.

But you said, “Boy you know, I’ve heard you talk to Jesus

How’s a tough guy like you afraid to love?

“You stop that right now. I know you, you’re not that bad.” His deep chuckle down the line is soothing to my agitated heart. “You know, I’ve heard you pray for guidance about us. How is it that you’re afraid to love, tough guy?” He sighs, deep and troubled, tells me it’s a long story. “I’ve got time.” I fall back into the blankets and cherish every word he gives me.

You ain’t so bad boy

You’ve done some things you can’t take back boy

He pours out more than he ever has before, tells me about dreams he used to have and realities that he’s had to accept. The things he’s done that he wishes every day to take back. The things he’s done that other people don’t agree with or support, but that he would do the same way every time because he knows that it saves lives.

But I see straight through that boy

And that boy is the one I love

It’s cathartic, for the both of us. I’ve never felt closer to him than in this moment, hundreds of miles apart. I can’t wait for the next time he rolls through town.

You ain’t so bad boy

No, you ain’t so bad

Ain’t so bad

He tells me he’ll be coming through town next weekend, he wants to see me. I’ve got dinner with my family on Saturday night and I let him know he’s more than welcome, if he’s comfortable. We talk late into the night, eventually he has to go, his brother getting grumpy in their shared hotel room. He slips back and forth between coming to dinner and bowing out all week, when I see him Friday night I’m still not sure he’s made his decision. When the sun wakes me Saturday morning from the most restful sleep I’ve had in weeks, he’s running his fingers through my hair, staring at the motel ceiling. His morning voice is scratchy, “I wanna go to dinner with you, with your family, if you’ll still have me?” When he turns to look at me, his crystal green eyes are uncertain but hopeful. I feel the grin split my face and pull his face to mine in answer.

Well, I remember sitting down beside your mama

My hands shaking in my pocket with that ring

He’s nervous when he shows up at the house that evening, he has flowers for my mom and ice cream for me. My mom welcomes him in, puts the flowers in water, invites him to sit in the living room. He looks nervous, but I can see the determination in his eyes.

She says, “Boy I always knew you loved my daughter

She loves you too and I think I know what she sees”

He gives her his charming grin, lets her know her trust isn’t unwarranted. He says he’s slowing down at work, that he plans on being around more, that he wants more of me in his life.

“So alright, bad boy

Long as them old habits don’t come back boy

My mom looks longingly at the pictures on the wall. There’s a lot, many of them older. There’s a man that is noticeably missing from the more recent ones.

You know that’s how she lost her dad, boy

And that boy is the one I love

She looks over at me and I see the understanding in her eyes. She knows how I feel about him, the way he pulls at my heart strings just by being him. I know she gets it, I know she supports me, trusts me to make my own decisions.

He was my bad boy

He was my bad boy

She regales us with stories from my childhood, stories from the early days of my parents relationship, I can feel him settling in with us. I can feel him becoming part of the family, I guess we just habitually open our hearts to those golden bad boys.

Yes, you ain’t so bad boy

No, you ain’t so bad, boy”

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Real Good Man - Daryl Dixon

This is almost certainly going to turn into a series of fics based on Tim McGraw/Faith Hill songs so if you have a request hit me with it.

I try to leave my readers non-specific so if I add details please let me know and I’ll endeavor to fix it.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Girl you’ve never known no one like me

Up there in your high society

You’ve never felt so free. That silver spoon you had been born with had started to feel more like silver shackles. Your parents told you how to dress, how to act, who to be friends with, what to study. When they started discussing who you were going to marry, when they started leaning towards that asshole who didn’t know when enough was enough, when they started blatantly disregarding your concerns; that’s when you decided you’d had enough. That luxury car they’d insisted on putting in your name, you sold it, bought a beat up truck, saved the rest, headed out of the city. The politics of Atlanta weren’t what you wanted for your life. You ended up in some tiny town in a run down motel. You went to a dive bar the first night there and no one recognized you, yea, freedom. It’s late in the night when you notice him. Scruffy, leather clad, the long neck bottle dangling from his fingers like second nature; he’s standing by the pool tables, at ease in this environment. You’ve never seen anyone like him, not in your white collar life.

They might tell you I’m no good

The bartender notices your lingering stare and gives a little tsk, “I’d watch yourself with that one honey, nothing but trouble” It’s easy to buy, he looks the epitome of bad boy, but you’d already decided that no one else gets to make decisions for you anymore. You give the bartender a sideways smile as you trade your drink for some cash. “Keep the tip.” There’s a double meaning there, you’re not open to advice tonight. Your legs eat up the distance to those pool tables. He sees you coming and a lazy smirk starts to spread.

Girl they need to understand

Just who I am

His eyes rove over you, blatant in a way you’re not used to, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You’re not sure how you want to play this, but you find that you’re willing to let yourself go with the flow on this one. It seems like a cliche, the way you ask him to teach you how to play, but you’re not well versed in this kind of thing. When he lifts that bottle to his lips before answering, you wonder why it took you so long to tear yourself out of your stifling life. “Sure thing, angel.” His voice is rough, gravely, so far from polished and refined that it makes your head spin. You could listen to that voice all night, and you fully intend to. You get another round from the bar as he wraps up his current game.

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I’m a real good man

The leather vest and cut off sleeves of his flannel leave tanned, corded arms out to see and you freely admire them. He’s not the soft kind of in shape of the high class men your parents have always shoved your way. He’s sun hardened and kind of beautiful. He racks the balls after sending his previous opponent on his way. When he eyes you from across the table and crooks his finger towards you, your heart races a little faster and you slide down from your stool, moving to step in front of where he’s leaning back against the edge of the pool table. He laces his fingers together around the pool cue as his tongue slides across his bottom lip and the left corner of his mouth hitches up. He tells you you can break and shows you how to set up your hand to rest the cue on. As the game progresses you order a few more rounds and settle into a comfortable banter. When it’s clear you have zero natural ability, he takes the opportunity presented to him. A man that doesn’t shy away from touching you because of what the people in your social circles might think, what a relief. You can feel the calluses on his hands when they glide down your arms to adjust your grip. He’s sure but gentle in the way he handles you. He exudes bad boy in a way that only a real man can.

I may drink too much and play too loud

Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd

It turns into more than one night. You start hanging around him whenever he has time for you. You always have free time, nothing for you to do in this tiny town, not with your limited life experience. He’s helping with that, teaching you practical skills when you see him during the day. At night, he’s teaching you how to live. It’s a lot more pool games where you get comfortable in his space. Then, when he finally lets you on the back of that bike, it’s a whole new experience. His friends are rowdy and they play their rock and roll loud enough that the neighbors would be bothered if they lived somewhere like you used to.

That don’t mean I don’t respect

My mama or my Uncle Sam

When he takes you to dinner, he’s never short with the wait staff, he doesn’t consider himself above them. They’re all blue collar here. He takes you to meet his mom, you take lillies to put on her head stone. He knows she suffered at the hands of his father just as much as her children did. He doesn’t blame her.

Yes sir, yes ma’am

You realize he’s not just a moment of rebellion for you when he jogs across the parking lot to help an elderly lady with her grocery bags.

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I’m a real good man

In his faded jeans, frayed flannels, scuffed boots and supple leather; he’s more of a man than any doctor or lawyer you’ve ever had thrown your way.

I might have a reckless streak

At least a country mile wide

It’s three months later when you’re dabbing peroxide onto a split in his eyebrow. A fist fight with someone big enough to pose a threat. “He doesn’t get to question your worth angel, not while I’m around”. It takes a while before he stops getting in reckless fights over your honor. He starts thinking them through better.

If you’re gonna run with me

It’s gonna be a wild ride

It’s never boring with him, never stifling. He’s always teaching you new things. You start discovering who you are out of the control of your family. It doesn’t take long to discover that you like people and a mellow atmosphere. You end up with a job at the bar from your first night, but you don’t work too often, you don’t need to and you’d rather spend time with Daryl.

When it comes to lovin’ you

I’ve got velvet hands

When you both settle into the relationship more you realize he’s a very tactile person, which really shouldn’t be surprising. You had noticed right away that he was good with his hands; that he used them often. When you’re in public the touches are less noticeable, maybe a held hand here or there, usually just a light touch to the small of your back saying he’s there. When you’re playing pool it gets playful, you both like to throw each other off your game. As the night passes the touches linger a little longer, grab a little harder. When you start getting sassy, his fingers start catching in belt loops and reeling you in. When you’re alone he can’t keep them to himself. You don’t mind.

I’ll show you how a real bad boy

Can be a real good man

He’s a good man, the best, and before you know it you’ve fallen head over feet. He catches you and you fall together.

I’ll take all the good times I can get

I’m too young for growin’ up just yet

When you talk about where you want life to take you, you’re both unsure. You’re still testing your freedom and he never expected anything like you to happen to him. The both of you are reveling in the way things are. Neither of you want anything to change, not right now.

Ain’t much I can promise you

Except to do the best I can

At first he’s concerned you don’t understand what you’re signing yourself up for. He holds on to the misinformed belief that you miss the high society. He’s convinced you’ll get tired of him. You won’t and when you finally convince him of that truth all he has to say is, “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I deserve you.”

I’ll be damned

You smile and shake your head because it’s not necessary and someday you’ll prove it to him. How good of a man he is.

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I’m a real good man

I may be a real bad boy…

...but baby I’m a real good man

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The Way You Love Me - Daryl Dixon

Part 2 of who even knows how many in the Tim/Faith songfic series. I am indeed taking song requests for both this series and stand alone fics, just shoot me an ask and as soon as I work the idea out in my head I’ll get it written and posted.

As always I try to leave my readers non-specific so let me know if I make an oopsie.

Disclaimer that I obviously own no rights to the lyrics, just the story.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

If I could grant you one wish

I wish you could see the way you kiss

He still gets self conscious most days. He doesn’t think he loves you the way he should; still doesn’t believe that he’s enough. You wish more than anything that he could see himself the way you do; that he could feel all the love and adoration that you do every time his lips touch you. You want him to know that you never question how deeply his love for you goes.

Ooh, I love watching you, baby

When you’re driving me crazy

You still get butterflies every time he looks your way. The warmth in his eyes that he doesn’t try to hide anymore. It took him so long to feel worthy of loving you that seeing it so blatantly all over his face is something you cherish every chance you get.

Ooh I love the way you

Love the way you love me

He doesn’t love you the way your family did. They loved you for their own benefit, selfishly, because they had no choice. You were their child and in your social circles they were expected to parade you around and be proud  of your accomplishments, but you always knew you weren’t really enough for them. He loves you better than that. He loves you unconditionally and unselfishly. His regard for you doesn’t belong to anyone else and it isn’t for anyone else’s benefit.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be

Ooo, to feel the way I feel with your arms around me

He used to think that eventually you would leave. That you would get tired of small town living and go back to Atlanta, back to society parties and men that had more expensive tastes in clothes than you yourself did. Not a chance. Sure, at first, you were just testing the waters, rebelling against your uptight upbringing, but now? You never knew your heart could feel this way. You love that he’s tactile, because you love being in his arms. The physical reassurance that he’s there and he cares, it means the world to you.

I only wish that you could see the way you love me

Woh woh woh the way you love me

Sometimes he feels like he isn’t doing enough. To you it’s so obvious that he’s everything you need. You just wish that he could see it too.

It’s not right, it’s not fair

What you’re missing over there

You only hope that he feels your love for him as strongly. Every day you try to give back just as much as he gives, because contrary to what he believes about himself, he is worthy and deserving of unbridled love.

Someday I’ll find a way to show you

Just how lucky I am to know you

He doesn’t need or want material things from you. For once in your life it isn’t your status or your money that a man is after; those things were never truly yours to claim anyway. So you settle for trying to show him through your actions. You’re learning together how to love someone; most days you feel like he’s so much better at it than you are. One day you’ll figure it out, how to express to him the soul deep blessing you feel with him in your life.

Ooh I love the way you (you laugh and breathe)

In public and around his friends he’s mostly serious. When he jokes it’s deadpan. Most of the people in this town think he’s angry and withdrawn, and maybe he is sometimes. Other times though, he’s the sunshine in your life. When it’s just the two of you in your little bubble it’s breathtaking. The first time you go to his house and try to cook is the first time you hear him laugh. Cooking isn’t something you ever learned to do, your family had people for that, but he’s self sufficient and you ask him to teach you. As it turns out, you’re not a bad cook, just graceless in a kitchen. And no one told you that flour is prone to going absolutely everywhere at the slightest provocation. When it happens, he throws his head back and laughs from the belly. You’re pretty sure that’s the moment your heart fell for him. The first time you spend the night you’re so nervous about how you might sleep that you’re awake longer than he is by a long shot. When he falls asleep and his face relaxes and his breathing deepens, a soothing calm spreads from your heart as you watch him. You’re pretty sure that’s the moment your soul fell for him.

Love the way you love me (and smile when you touch me)

One of the girls you work with sneaks a picture of the two of you. It’s on one of your nights off, the two of you are playing pool as you do semi-regularly after that first meeting. When she sends it to you, you melt. You’re leaning across the pool table, concentration strong on your face. He’s standing to your side, one hand sort of pointing at the shot he’s encouraging you to make. But that’s not why she took it, and it’s not why she shared it with you. His other hand is resting on your back, one of those unconscious physical connections he’s always maintaining with you. And the look on his face absolutely floors you. It’s the softest, most content smile you think you’ve ever seen, and it’s directed straight at you.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be (drives me wild)

When you’re away from him all you do is count the hours until you’ll see him again. Everything about being in his presence sets your nerve endings on fire and you can’t get enough of it.

Ooh, to feel the way I feel with your arms around me (I melt and spin and fall again)

There’s a couple days where you don’t see each other, your schedules just refuse to match up. When you see him again after what is objectively not a very long time, he takes your breath away. He wraps you up in his arms and just sways with you for a moment and you’re immediately as comfortable with each other as you have been. The little gestures he makes and the small things he notices are still there and you fall all over again; your love for him reconfirmed.

I only wish that you could see the way you love me (love me)

Woh woh woh, the way you love me

Every moment of love he gives you is effortless, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most times. He apologizes sometimes, for not saying the words enough. You just shake your head and smile at him fondly because this silly man doesn’t realize that he shows you every day with everything that he does.

You’re the million reasons why there’s love reflecting in my eyes

You’ve worn a lot of fancy clothes and been to a lot of galas. There’s a lot of pictures around that show you dressed to the nines, and in none of them do your eyes sparkle with happiness the way they do when you look in the mirror. A big smile might be plastered on your face, but your eyes are empty. Keeping up with the life your parents had designed for you had begun taking its toll years before and you hadn’t noticed until you realized the difference being truly loved could make.

Ooh I love the way you (you laugh and breathe)

He starts laughing more around other people. It’s still only very occasional but your heart skips every time you hear it unexpectedly in the middle of a pool game. You love his breathing when he’s asleep and at peace, but you find you love it labored and harsh just as much. You think maybe you’re just in love with him being alive.

Love the way you love me (and smile when you touch me)

More than one woman has expressed their envy to you. “I wish my man looked at me the way he looks at you.” You just hope you never lose the warmth that the feeling of his eyes on you elicits.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be (drives me wild)

It’s lucky for you that when he gets comfortable he gets tactile because in his arms is the only place you ever want to be. It very quickly becomes your happy place.

Ooh, to feel the way I feel with your arms around me (I melt and spin and fall again)

Every time you think you’re as in love with him as you can possibly be, he does something that tilts the axis of your world and knocks you off your feet. Your insides feel like a puddle most days.

I only wish that you could see

The way you love me (love me)

He amazes you every day with his capacity to care, and you know you’ll spend forever trying to give it back to him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa the way you love me (love me)

The oil in your truck changed before you even realize it needs to be done.

Whoa, whoa, whoa the way you love me (love me)

Coming back from cleaning up after dinner to find the dishes done and the leftovers put away.

Whoa, whoa, whoa the way you love me

“Angel, have I told you you look stunning today?” It’s a worn pair of jeans and one of his flannels that still has the sleeves. You remember when dressed to the nines would get you “I knew you could look decent if you actually tried”.

Oh, the way you love me

When he gets home after work and he has ice cream with him because he ‘just felt like tonight needed it’.

Ooh I love the way you love me

He never tries to buy your love, he knows you don’t need things, you just need him.

The way you love me

When you’re singing and dancing in the kitchen and you turn to see him leaning in the doorway and watching you with that look in his eyes.

Ooh, I love the way you love me, oh yeah

When you’re playing pool at the bar and a while after he went for the last round a plate of nachos shows up and you realize you’ve been chewing on the straw of your drink the way you always do when you’re hungry.

Ooh, I love the way you love me

The way he loves you without any other motive and without expectations.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

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Masterlist (Updated: 2021/10/06)

Song Fics

Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon:

Read Me My Rights - Coming Soon

Tim McGraw/Faith Hill Series

Real Good Man

The Way You Love Me

Cry

Speak to a Girl - Coming Soon

Supernatural

Dean Winchester:

Bad Boy

Space Cowboy