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Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 17

Pairing: JDM x OFC, Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC** SERIES MASTERLIST Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart. Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes, his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.) TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed@aquivercactus @xagateophobiax @sorenmarie87@missghoul18@jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash @through-thesilver-lining@beffyblueeyes @docharleythegeekqueen

"Jesus Christ, Jeffrey, what the fuck were we thinking!?" I whined from the shower stall, scrubbing myself clean. "I-I-I'm sorry, Ky, I couldn't...you said..." was his muttered response from where he stood leaning against the bathroom sink. "Fucking bitch. We're screwed. I'm screwed. God damn." I huffed, blowing water out of my face as I rinsed my hair.

"Just because...doesn't mean that anything's gonna come from it." "Jeff, this is me. My luck is shit." I replied, shutting off the water and opening the door. He greeted me with a towel in his open arms for me to step into, which I did and appreciated him engulfing me in it and kissing the top of my wet head as he held me. "Would it be so bad, having a baby with me?" He frowned, looking down at me with an emotion in his eye I couldn't quite place. I sighed, "Jeff, neither of our lives are available for a baby. Hell, we barely see each other ever." "And who's idea was that?" "Hey, I'm fucking here, aren't I?" I furrowed my brow and recoiled my head from him in offence. "Which brings me to my next question." I sighed again and stepped out of the bathroom with the towel around my body and into his bedroom to find a shirt. I picked one of his old ACDC ones and threw it on before pulling the leggings I had been previously wearing back over my thighs. The sun was up now and Jeffrey had called into set while I was in the shower to let him know that he was going to be running late. "I don't want to talk about it, Jeffrey. I'm here. I wanted to see you and I came." "Yeah you did." He teased, wagging his eyebrows and biting his tongue between his teeth. He trapped me between his arms as he loomed over where I sat on the bed.

I rolled my eyes at him and patted him on the soft scruff of his cheek with my hand, earning me a chuckle as he nuzzled his face into my palm. "You wanna come to work with me today?" he rasped as he moved to kiss my neck. "What else am I gonna do while I'm here? Got two days before the boys get in." I smirked at him, pushing him away so I could stand up and make my way over to his dresser mirror. I braided my long, wet hair into pigtails and wiped the remaining smudged eyeliner from my face. He pressed himself against my backside and moved his hands in front of my to play with my braids. "You're so damn cute, woman. I still can't believe you're actually standing in front of me. What changed your mind?" He put his chin on the top of my head and looked at me through the mirror. "Someone reminded me that I belong with you." I replied sweetly, meeting his eyes in the reflection with a tender smile on my face. "Was it your boy toy?" He quirked an eye brow at me and I narrowed my lids at him and exhaled a growlish sound. He chuckled a bit before wrapping his long arms around my shoulders and I brought my hands up to his forearms. "He kissed me." I said truthfully, watching his reaction as the words registered in his mind. He took a deep breath in and exhaled loudly, his shoulders moving with the motion before tightening his arms around me. He was quietly looking at my face in the mirror, eyes glinting. "And you didn't like it?" he finally spoke. "I'm here, aren't I?" I repeated again, annoyance flitting through my voice "I flew across the continent by myself to run into your arms, didn't I?" He gave a small smirk at that, one side of his mouth lifting as he huffed a small giggle before pulling away from me, "I suppose."

I made Jeffrey stop by a drug store on the way to the studios so I could get the Plan B pill, me praying and hoping to whatever gods and goddesses there were that I didn't end up with a rug rat outta this. "You probably should get on some birth control, sweetpea. Ain't no way I'mma be able to pull out everytime." he'd said once I had crawled back into the truck and popped the little pill in my mouth. I swallowed with a deep gulp of my Red Bull and looked over to him with a smirk.

"Who says you're getting anymore, Mr. Morgan?" the tone in my voice obviously hinting at the opposite. A hum came from his chest as he looked at me knowingly as he placed his hand on my bare thigh. I had changed into shorts and a tank top before we left the house, the Georgia heat blistering. I propped my sandaled feet up on the dashboard, his hand not moving, and sat back in the seat as he rubbed his calloused hands over my flesh. "Ms. Ackles, has anyone ever told you you're the biggest tease in the world?" He chuckled, squeezing the tenderness a bit and causing my breath to hitch. My eyes shifted over to see the gorgeous smile plastered across his face while his forearm rested over the steering wheel. I snorted, "Tom did all the time. See where that got him." "Tom didn't have a smile as awesome as mine." He shifted his hand up a little bit further, towards the frayed ends of my shorts. "True, Mistah J. You do have a killer smile," I giggled in my best Harley impersonation. He chuckled again and shook his head, his eyes closing for a second before returning to the road, "I love you, you know that?" "Yes." I turned my head to look at him as he continued to stare forward "You love me?" his eyes shifted to me for a second and he bit his bottom lip. "Sometimes." I sighed, teasing him with a Cheshire grin. "Brat." He chuckled again, giving my thigh a little shake in amusement. "Always." I snorted back at him. "My Brat." "If you can put up with me." My eyebrow raised up at him in challenge as I glanced sideways at him. "You ain't nothing that I can't handle, darlin'." he assured. "If you say so, Mr. J." "I say so, Ms. Ackles, and what I say goes."

Jeffrey and I walked hand in hand through the rows of trailers at the studio, his eyes twinkling behind his RayBans as he swung our arms back and forth with a smile on his face that could make a blind woman see again. "Happy, love?" I asked with a giggle as I peered up at him behind my own sunglasses. "Hell fucking yeah I am." He beamed down at me, his smile seeming to get even brighter, "I got laid last night." I rolled my eyes as we approached Norman's trailer, Jeffrey rapping at the door with a "Woof." Norman opened the door, dressed in his Daryl wardrobe, and his eyes instantly went to me, "Kylin! What the fuck!"

"Hey Normskie." I chuckled as he launched himself down the stairs at me, tangling me in a bear hug before taking my face in his hands, "So fucking good to see you, girl! I've been needing to talk to you!" He kissed my forehead with a smack before turning towards Jeff, "You went and got your girl, didn't you, brother?" "Actually, Bubbah, this time she came for me." He explained, brushing his beard down with his hand as he smirked at the innuendo. Norman, never missing a beat or an opportunity, gave a naughty grin of his own and replied, "I bet she did" We stepped into Norman's trailer and I found myself a spot on the sofa, Jeffrey sitting next to me and placing his arm on the back behind me. Norman sat on the floor in front of us on the other side of the coffee table. He leaned over and opened one of the nearby cabinets and pulled out a small pipe and sack and began to pack a bowl.

"I got a call back from Webster, the dude I introduced you to at the gallery?" he began, looking up from his task to see me nod my head before continuing, "I sent him the work that we took in New York before you left, and he really liked it. He talked to the artist on the project he's working with and she apparently really liked your style. I gave him your info, so they should be calling you within the week he said." He brought the pipe and lighter to his lips, taking a hit before passing it towards me. My eyes widened as I comprehended what he said at the same time as I shifted forward on the couch to take the pipe from his hands, "Really? They liked it?" I took a hit and passed it to Jeff, "That's crazy." "You're good at everything you do, woman. I don't know why you doubt yourself so much." Jeffrey insisted, lungs full of smoke before he exhaled, "Give yourself some credit." I rolled my eyes as at him and shifted back towards Norman, "I really wasn't thinking that it would go past me and you messing around." Norman burst out laughing with smoke still in his lungs, enticing a coughing fit from his as he regained control. "Jesus Christ, I'm smoother than cream cheese on your mama's bagel until I get around your dumb ass, you know that?" I shook my head and looked down as I took the pipe from him, cheeks burning as Jeffrey continued to chuckle behind me. I turned around and smacked him in the chest, "Shut the fuck up, Morgan." "Yes 'mam." he snorted, trying to stiffle his laughter as a P.A knocked on the door to call Daryl to film and Jeff to wardrobe.

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise?" Andrew Lincoln beamed, coming up behind me from where I sat in Jeffrey's chair behind the film crew. "Hey, Andy, how have you been?" I replied with a smile, outstretching my arms for him to hug me. "Good, love. Good, good." He answered as he sat down in the chair next to me, "Here for buisness or pleasure?" "A little bit of both, actually. I flew in early to see Jeff, but I have a convention this weekend with my boys." "Lovely, dear. We should have drinks this weekend while everyone's here." "That would be awesome, Misha's birthday's on Monday and he's been dying to celebrate." "It's settled then. I'll get with Jeffrey and handle the details."

"Details about what?" Came his raspy voice, pulling my attention away from Andy and back to him. God Damn that fucking leather jacket and bat. Pull it together, Ky. "Dinner and drinks with everyone this weekend, mate."

Jeffrey nodded his head with a wink towards me, "Any chance I get to get this one liquored up, I take." "Lord Jesus." I huffed, shaking my head as he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on my lips. "I even still have that little black dress in my closet," He lowly rasped in my ear, sending goosebumps to the surface of my skin. "Hmmm, you never did get to see it on me, did you?" "No, doll, I didn't. I also didn't get to take you out on my bike, which is why I'm leaving early today." "You already came in late, Jeff." "And I'm already done with what they need of me. Get your purse and get in the truck, woman." He retorted teasingly. "Yes, sir." I snorted, rolling my eyes once more before hoisting myself off the chair and bidding Andy a good day.

The wind was whipping through my hair like crazy, the braids thrashing around behind me like I was Medusa under my helmet or something. My leather jacket that Jeffrey had bought just for me stuck to his where my arms were wrapped tightly around his waist. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, not out of fear, but to keep the wind and dust out of them while Jeffrey stormed down the long stretch of asphalt at a speed that had to be nearing 100mph. He would chuckle when he felt me squeeze tighter on a turn or gear shift, happy to feel my small little body clinging to him like my life depended on it. Well, technically it did. We rode around for an hour and a half before he finally pulled us into a quiet diner right out side Senoia. Jeff and Norman frequented there on their excursions, so when we stepped in the hostess was quick to greet him. "Mr. Morgan, nice to see you this evening!" She smiled, kind eyes flicking between the two of us, "Will it be just ya'll this evening?" "Yes, 'mam" he replied, voice unintentionally husky. The poor girls face flushed at his tone before she quickly turned and lead us to a back booth. I shot him a look and he shrugged his shoulders innocently "You're gonna give someone a heart attack with that voice, one day, Mr. J." "Oh yeah," He lowered his baritone down until it was almost just a rumble from his toes as he pushed his reading glasses on to his face. He slithered a hand under the tablecloth and reached over to grab my leg and pull my foot into his lap. He looked across the table at me with hooded eyes and massaged my calf. "Jesus." I gasped, feeling my pupils dilate as I watched him smirk at me. He chuckled a bit before taking one hand and opening the menu in front of him, laying it down flat and assessing it as he returned his fingers to my muscle under the table. I opened my own menu and looked over it, an array of comfort foods that could only be found in the South. My mouth watered at both the dinner options and the delicious way that Jeffrey's fingers worked my leg. The waitress came over and took our drink orders and Jeffrey pulled my other leg into his lap to continue, the both of us quietly stealing looks from one another as we made our meal choices. I couldn't control a few of the mewls that his hands dragged out of me, which caused him to rumble a chuckle as he watched me. "The usual, Mr. Morgan? Where's Mr. Reedus this evening?" The waitress said when she approached a short time later to refill our sweet teas and take our order. "He's somewhere, hon. Just me and this hellcat tonight." He lifted his hands onto the table and gestured to me. The young woman smiled and shifted her eyes over to me. "You're Dean's little sister, aren't you?" She asked as she pulled out her order pad. "Ha." I huffed, lowering my face and shaking my head for a second before looking back up to her, "Yeah, Jensen's my brother." "He's so hot." she commented absentmindedly, before startling her self back into reality, "Oh! Sorry." "You're fine, doll." He chuckled, pulling his glasses off his nose and handing her the menu before looking to me, "I'll take my usual. What are you getting, Darling?" "Chicken fried steak, please, with mash potatoes and macaroni." "Ha!" Jeffrey and the waitress both barked at the same time. "What?" I asked, confusion contorting my face and making my eyebrow raise "That's his 'usual', sweetheart. That's cute." She looked between the two of us with a sweet smile and a giggle before turning and heading towards the kitchen. "Well, that's funny." He said, reaching over to take my hands while scrunching his nose playfully. "Great minds' stomachs think alike." I grinned back, squeezing his fingers slightly in affection.

Dinner was absolutely amazing and the ride home was thrill-full as well. Jeffrey learned over our meal that I had actually knew how to ride on the back of a bike and took full advantage of it, taking the turns sharper and lower and letting the bike growl just a little bit louder with the speed. I held on to him for dear life the entire time, and I kinda think that that's why he really through caution towards the wind.

When we got back to his house, it was just after ten. I was exhausted, being up for almost 24 hours straight was definitely taking its toll on me. I quickly stripped and changed back into the ACDC shirt I had stolen from Jeffrey earlier, forgoing pants, and curled myself up on his huge leather sofa. "Tired, baby doll?" He asked, sitting beside me and handing me a big glass of red wine. He had changed into sleep pants and a tank top, and in his other hand carried a tray with a pack of rolling papers and allt he other ingredients needed to roll a joint. "Mmm, yeah. Jetlag is finally catching up with me, I think." "I'm sorry, baby doll. This, that, and me will get you knocked out in no time." He gestured to my glass of wine that I was sipping from and the nicely rolled reefer in between his fingers. "Mmm, amazing." I smiled sleepily at him at the taste of the sweet alcohol. He lit the spliff and inhaled deeply, choking slightly on the smoke as he passed it to me and turned on the television. He sat back into the cushion and I nuzzled into his chest and side as we passed the joint back and forth between the two of us while I gulped on the glass of liquid heaven. Once the glass and weed were done, he cleared the couch and laid down behind me after opening the window behind the sofa and lighting a cigarette to share with me. "This feels like home, doll. You fit me." He mumbled as he slipped the cigarette from his fingers to mine. "Yeah." I said quietly, inhaling the cancer and exhaling slowly before nuzzling in deeper "I do, don't I?" "Like a puzzle." he confirmed "I love you, Jeffrey." "I love you, Kylin." he kissed my temple and pressed his cheek to the side of my face. "Thank you." "For what?" "Loving me." "Ha. Anytime, sweetheart."

“Well God-fucking-damn, toots, look at you.” Jeffrey growled as I stepped out of the bedroom in my little black dress, “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

“You likey?” I smiled, spinning around for him.

“Like? more like Love, dear.” he rasped, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his chest, “Could eat you the fuck up, little one.”

I giggled, peering up at him as he bent over to melt his lips with mine and snake his tongue into my mouth, enticing a moan from my chest as his fingers gripped my waist tightly. I would never, ever, get over that man’s kisses.

“We have people waiting on us, Mr. Morgan.” I hummed against his lips when he finally let the kiss simmer down.

“One thing real quick, love. You’re outfit is missing something.” He grinned as he kissed my forehead before picking something up off the nearby table.

“And what’s that?”

“I believe you forgot these the last time you were here.” He answered, opening the large velvet box for me that contained my necklace and ring.

“I did, didn’t I?” I smirked as I looked up at him while he pulled the jewelry from the box.

“Mmmhmm, no more taking this off.” He said as he slipped the ring on my finger where it belonged.

“Yes sir.” I said as he clasped the necklace around my neck.

“One more thing,” he dug into the other side of his jacket and pulled out another case.

“Oh yeah?” I asked as he handed it to me.

I opened it and gasped, seeing the most beautiful diamond tennis bracelet, “Jeffrey.”

“Kylin.” he smiled, taking the bracelet off of the velvet before clasping it around my left wrist.

“You spoil me entirely too much. I’ll never be able to give you stuff like this.”

“Sure you will, trust me. Plus, I like spoiling you. I like seeing other men look at my woman coated in diamonds and know she’s being taken care of.”

“You definitely do that, Mr. Morgan. Far more than I deserve.”

“You deserve the world, Ms. Ackles, and I intended to give it to you.”

“Happy Birthday, Dear Mishaaaaa, Happy Birthday to youuuuu.” we all sang, glasses raised in the air as Misha drunkenly stood on the chair and ‘waved to his peasants.’ We were all laughing and drinking and celebrating, everyone was having the perfect time.

And then Corey walked in.

‘why me? like seriously?’

“Taylor! Back here, bro!” Norman shouted from across the bar, getting his attention and waving him over.

“Fucking Christ,” I hissed as I felt Jeffrey’s arm throw itself over my shoulder and pull me closer to his side in my chair. Everyone said their greetings to the man, besides us, and he sat down on the opposite side of the table, a few seats down.

His eyes of course instantly met mine when he took his seat and flicked to Jeffrey’s for a moment before giving us a curt nod. Jeffrey let off a low, dominating growl that only I could hear. Misha of course sensed the tension between the two men and since he was drunk and it was his birthday, decided it would be the funniest thing in the world to tease us. The others at the table didn’t know about Corey and I, or Jeff and I’s arguments in regards to him. Corey didn’t even know the man secretly wanted to knock him into next week for even thinking about kissing me. Which left Misha all the more room to play.

“Kylin, dahhhling, that’s is a b-e-a-utiful bracelet, is that new?” he said in an overly dramatic accent.

I glared at him, and I could hear Jeffrey chuckle beside me as he leaned back in his chair to scruff his beard and wait for my answer.

“Yes, Dmitri, It is.” I ground out, eyes fluttering to everyone who was watching me. Corey included.

“You’re always buying her expensive gifts, Jeffrey. You spoil her too much.” Misha teased some more, swirling the liquid around in his glass before taking a sip, “Look, Jense she’s got that rock back on her finger, too. You owe me a hundred bucks, babe.”

“That’s what she said earlier.” Jeffrey chuckled, sitting up in his chair slightly and rubbing my arm as he kissed my temple, “And like I told her, she deserves it. I’mma have my woman dripping in diamonds if I have my way.”

I knew he was mostly saying it as a way of staking claim to me, rubbing shit in Corey’s face, so to speak. It didn’t matter, though, because my face still flushed and I turned to him and kissed his cheek, nuzzling my nose over his beard for a moment before returning my eyes back to Misha.

“How much you think you’ve spent on her so far?” Misha asked, curious.

“Ha. She wouldn’t want to know.” He chuckled, fingers gently tracing down my neck to the pendent between my breasts, “A small fortune, to say the least.”

“How many karats is that fucking ring?” It was Briana who blurted out from her end of the table.

Jeffrey chuckled again, smoothing his beard down as he held his tongue between his teeth, “7.”

“Judas fucking Priest.” Corey gasped with a whistle, making Jeffrey secretly beam with pride in his eyes for a moment before he wrangled himself.

“Only the best for my queen.” He drawled, nuzzling the tip of his nose against my hair as I burned a bright red at his words.

“Jesus Christ, babe, you never told me that!” I gasped, turning my head to him and smacking him in the chest.

He chuckled, recoiling back slightly from my faux assault, “Oh please, like you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t!”

“Please, that rock looks like it’s worth more than all 5 of my kids combined, sis. Get it together.” My brother joked, leaning his head drunkenly against Misha’s shoulder as he joined the conversation, “I need another drink, Mishka.”

“No, you don’t.” Misha responded, looking down at Jensen fondly in his drunken state with a chuckle, “You need some water.”

“I could use another shot with all this tension in the air, so I’mma go do that. You coming, Collins?” Norman finally said before Mish nodded and helped Jensen stand and followed him to the bar.

And then the awkwardness really set in.

Corey cleared his throat, “Look, um, I know this is awkward.”

Jeffrey and I both simultaneously snorted, and I reached forward to down the rest of my drink.

“I just want to apologize, to the both of you. I shouldn’t have ever kissed you, especially not really knowing the situation with you, Jeff.”

Jeffrey hummed and nodded, “It’s in the past, just keep your eyes to yourself, boy.”

For being in his 40′s, Corey felt like a little kid when he responded, “Yes, sir.”

I sighed, “I’m sorry I made it kinda, confusing, I guess. Um, it’s been weird lately.”

“But it’s not anymore.” Jeffrey corrected, making sure that Corey knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

“That’s awesome. I’m happy for you guys, really.” He smiled at us, and I gave him a small smile back.

“So what brings you out here?” I asked, sucking the melted ice through the straw of my glass, wondering where Norman and Misha had run off to at about the same time they all showed back up. My brother was still thoroughly wrecked, but more coherent.

Norman handed me another drink that I was extremely thankful for, “Bubs here hadda puke.”

I rolled my eyes, “Of course he did.”

Jeffrey shook his head at my brother, “Boy, didn’t I teach you better?” which caused the rest of the table to laugh out loud.

“Shuddup, Daddy.” Jensen mumbled, resuming his spot against his best friend’s shoulder.

“Only your sister’s allowed to call me that, son.” Jeffrey prodded with a smirk and a wink, earning him another smack from me as my face turned red while everyone else hooped and hollered cat calls.

“Jeffrey Dean!”

“What?”

“I hate you!”

“Do not.”

I huffed and crossed my arms before turning my attention back to Corey, “I told you they were embarrassing. I’m just glad Jared’s not here.”

Corey giggled, his eyes squeezing shut as he wiped his mouth with his palm, “Yeah, they’re outta there. But um, I was actually here seeing Normskie, needing his input on a couple band art projects I’ve been working on.”

Norman nodded before taking over, “They’re redoing a couple of the videos with newer versions. It’s actually funny that your here...”

I quirked an eyebrow at him as he looked over my head to Jeffrey, who I wasn’t looking at, but felt the hum deep in his chest.

“That would be really dope, actually. I mean, if you wouldn’t mind and are not to busy.” Corey interrupted, gaze flicking between Jeffrey and me.

“Hmm. Possibly. Um, everything’s about to calm down with Gish in a couple weeks, uh. Norm, didn’t you say that Webster fellow was supposed to call me sometime next week?” I turned back to Norman for a second to see him nod his head again at me.

“Let me figure out what my scheduled gonna be like this next month and I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Corey shared a smile with Norman as they both raised their glasses in toast.

“Thank you for not a douche, tonight, handsome.” I smiled, crawling over the covers towards him as we got into bed.

“Me? A douche bag? Well I’ve never heard such a thing.” He gasped, feigning offence as he peered at me over his glasses from his place against the headboard.

I snorted as I fell into his arms, “Yeah. Sure, Mr. J.”

“Well, I do think he got my intentions.” he rasped, turning out the light and curling his arms around me as I snuggled closer to him.

“I think he did as well.” I chuckled.

“I love you, Kylin. And I promise to you, you are my queen, and I will love you for as long as you allow it.”

“You’re promising a long time, Mr. Morgan.”

“I understand that. Was kinda my goal.” He scrunched if face and nuzzled his nose to mine.

“Sweet dreams, Jeff.”

“Sweet dreams, baby doll.”

PART 18 RELEASED 9/21/2017

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