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Faithfully

Title: Faithfully

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, other SPN characters

Word Count: 4, 904

Warnings: Pregnancy

Author's Note: This was an anonymous request. Such a beautiful song and so perfect for Dean. Thanks for the idea Anon!!

Highway run into the midnight sun,

Wheels go ‘round and ‘round, you’re on my mind,

Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight,

Sendin’ all my love along the wire.

“Another?” The bartender asks Dean, pointing to the beer he’d been nursing for a while.

“No thanks. Work tomorrow,” Dean tells him, tossing some cash onto the bar. He and Sam had rolled into town a little earlier in the day. Some case Sam had found; a witch or shifter or…something. Dean couldn’t remember.

“Leaving so soon?” A sultry voice asks. Dean looks over to find a gorgeous, young blonde sliding onto the booth beside him. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and leans forward to highlight her ample breasts. A hand reaches for his knee but Dean catches her wrist.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. Not happening,” he tells her, letting her go. She rolls her eyes and stands, moving to her next target. Dean laughs lightly, shaking his head.

A few years ago, that would have been all the invitation he’d have needed. They would have wandered out to the Impala, maybe made it back to her place for a night of meaningless sex, and he would have returned to Sam first thing in the morning, satisfied. But all that had changed almost a year ago.

As he heads out of the bar and into the cold, he pulls his phone out, smiling at the screen. The picture that greets him is one of his favorites. It’s from the small “vacation” the two of you had taken only a couple months ago. It was one of Bobby’s old safe houses he’d told Dean about; a beautiful little cabin out by a lake. Dean had snapped the picture of you sitting on the small dock, feet dangling off the edge. You’d teased him about pursuing a career in photography after seeing it.

He finds your name with ease and calls as he climbs into the driver’s seat of his car. It rings twice before you pick up.

“Hey,” you answer. Dean smiles immediately at your voice.

“Hey,” he replies. “Bad time?”

“For you? Never,” you laugh lightly. He smiles even wider at your laugh.

“Still in Utah?” The familiar sound of the Impala’s engine roaring to life comes through the phone.

“Yea. Found the nest though. Taking it out tonight,” you tell him, as you lean back against your car.

“On your own?” Dean asks, voice laced with concern.

“No, Dean,” you say, smiling to yourself. “I’m not stupid, ya know?”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” he says. “Just…you know…”

“Awwww. You worried about me, Winchester?” You tease him, pushing off the car and walking to your trunk.

“Always,” he admits, almost too quietly for you to hear. Almost. Your smile softens as you open the trunk, glancing around at your weapons.

“You just calling to check up on me?” You ask, pulling a machete out to check the blade.

“No…just…missed you,” he confesses. You swing the machete around quickly to test it out. “Haven’t seen you since…”

“The cabin,” you finish. “I know. I miss you too.”

The two of you had been off and on for the majority of the time you’d known each other. It had mostly been a friends with benefits situation until last year. Suddenly, you were way more on than off. It was starting to feel like a real relationship. You hadn’t slept with anyone else and Dean said he hadn’t. You trusted him, of course.

“I’ve been thinking…” Dean starts, seemingly getting the subject away from…feelings.

“Haven’t hurt yourself, have ya?” You ask. You can practically hear Dean roll his eyes.

“Will you shut up? I’m trying to be serious here,” he tells you. You laugh and slam the trunk closed, machete in hand. Your cousin’s car pulls up, parking next to your own. You smile and wave at her.

“Serious. Right. Sorry. Go ahead,” you say.

“I was thinking you should come to the bunker,” he says. You smile and roll your eyes.

“I was planning to come by after this,” you tell him. He sighs and cuts the engine off, having reached the motel.

“No, Y/N. That’s not what I meant,” he says. You hold up a finger to your cousin, asking her to give you a minute when she gets out of the car. “You should move…into the bunker…with me.” You’re mid swing on the machete when he asks, causing you to freeze. The machete slips from your hand, landing near your cousin.

“Jesus, Y/N!!” She snaps. You wave a hand at her in apology as you walk away.

“What are you saying, Dean?” You asks. He lets out a chuckle.

“I’m saying that…I’ve really started to hate sleeping alone, sleeping without you. I hate waking up without you,” he starts. “Now, I don’t wanna tie you down or anything. Do your hunts, whatever you want. I just want the bunker to be…home.” You hold the phone away for a moment and breathe deeply. You were mere moments from clearing a vampire nest. You weren’t about to cry. Returning the phone to your ear, you can’t help but smile.

“Dean,” you say. “I’ll go anywhere you go. You’re already my home.” Dean smiles and closes his eyes for a second, thanking anyone who was listening.

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family,

Right down the line, it’s been you and me,

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be,

Oh, girl, you stand by me,

I’m forever yours,

Faithfully.

You walk into the kitchen of the bunker one morning, stretching. Sam’s already sitting at the table, his laptop open in front of him. You smile at him widely and walk over, kissing his cheek quickly.

“Morning, Sammy,” you tell him. He looks at you and laughs lightly.

“Good morning,” he says, watching as you walk over to the counter, humming. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, swaying to the music in your head. “You’re awful perky this morning.”

“Am I?” You ask, glancing back at him. He laughs and nods. You shrug, leaning against the counter.

“I guess you two had a good Valentine's Day?” He asks.

“We had a great Valentine’s Day,” you laugh.

“Well, I’m glad,” Sam tells you, looking back at his computer. Dean comes in, a smile to rival yours plastered on his face. He walks over and kisses you quickly before getting his own coffee. Sam looks at the two of you and starts to laugh. “Is that a hickey??” He asks. You and Dean exchange glances before Dean moves your hair from your shoulder, examining your neck briefly. He smirks.

“Looks like it,” he says. You laugh and shrug at Sam.

“I said it was great,” you tell him. Dean smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, your arms snaking around his neck.

“I found a case. If either of you care,” Sam announces. Dean sighs as he let you go and turns to his brother, taking a drink of his coffee. “Stacy Altman, 19 year old babysitter from Hudson, Ohio was murdered last night,” he says. Dean nods slightly.

“Oh, that blows. But if her name’s not Amara, how is that us?” He asks. You lean against Dean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Because her heart was ripped out,” Sam tells you both. You grimace and Dean nods.

“On Valentine’s Day? What is that, like an ironic werewolf? Alright, we’ll check it out. But first, I need bacon.” Dean gives your waist a squeeze then looks down at you. “You coming?”

“Think I’ll hang back, keep working this Amara thing,” you tell him, going to leave the kitchen. Dean smirks and gives your ass a quick smack. You let out a squeak of surprise and look back at him as you go into the hallway. You just hear Sam mutter something about the two of you being disgusting as you head back towards your bedroom.

Glancing over your shoulder, you close the door behind you before locking yourself in the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, take a deep breath, then pick up the stick you had left on the counter earlier.

“Please be negative,” you mumble a quick prayer.

You and Dean had only been together for about a year. You were both hunters. God’s sister was currently on the loose and very much out to end the world. This had to be the absolute worst timing. The two of you hadn’t even discussed starting a family. It certainly wasn't on your radar and you couldn’t imagine it was on Dean’s either.

You’d bought the pregnancy test a few days ago when your period failed to make its monthly appearance. You hadn’t mentioned anything to Dean yet, didn’t want him freaking out over nothing. Cause that’s all this was, of course. Nothing.

The timer you had set on your phone goes off and you nearly jump out of your skin. You flip the test over and…

About a day later, Dean pulls the Impala into the garage of the bunker. He sighs as he cuts the car off and lays his head against the steering wheel. Sam looks at him and smiles a little.

“Dean, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like you cheated on her,” he says. Dean shakes his head slightly.

“Doesn’t feel different,” he says. “We just had this great day, things were going so well…”

“She won’t be upset, Dean. Come on,” he says, getting out of the car. Dean frowns then gets out as well. They both get their bags and then head to their respective bedrooms. Dean tosses his bag into the corner then sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face.

You make your way down to the room nervously, wringing your hands. You’d been practicing your speech ever since you’d read the test. You had it all planned out and were absolutely prepared to tell Dean. That was until he’d told you they were headed home. The minute you’d received that text, your nerves had gotten the better of you. You had been running every possible bad scenario, each one worse than the last.

“Dean?” You ask, stepping into the bedroom. You frown when you see him so distraught. “What’s wrong??” You ask. He pats the spot next to him and you bite your lip as you walk over. He knows. He already knows and he’s breaking up with me. You sit down next to him and he turns to face you.

“This case…it was a witch, a curse…it was passed by kissing. I kissed the woman who had it and got it passed to me so she was safe,” he explains. You let out a breath and take his hands in your own.

“Dean, did you think I’d be upset about that?” You ask with a laugh. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I’m not finished,” he tells you. Your smile falls slightly and he looks at your hands. “The curse, it takes the form of your deepest, darkest desire and then that person or whatever kills you.”

“I’m…guessing that wasn’t me,” you say. He shakes his head. “Amara?” You already knew before he said anything else. From the moment she’d been freed from her cage, she had some weird connection to Dean. It had only been a few weeks since he told you that she’d kissed him and he couldn’t help but kiss her back. It stung, sure, but you knew it wasn’t Dean.

“I don’t want this, Y/N. I don’t want her. I just can’t shake this hold she has on me. Sitting here with you right now, I want nothing more than to kill her,” he starts quickly. “But when I’m around her, I can’t do anything.” You let his hands go and take his face gently, raising it up to meet yours. You press a soft, gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’m not mad at you, Dean. I know you love me. We’ll shake this Amara thing soon enough and get back to normal,” you assure him. “You and me. And…whoever else comes along.” He looks up at you, confused. You smile at him and stand, walking over to the desk. It isn’t until now that Dean notices the small gift bag sitting on it. “It’s a little late for Valentine’s now but…” You shrug and hand him the bag. He raises a skeptical eyebrow at you before pulling the pink and blue tissue paper out of it. He looks into the bag, then up at you quickly.

“Is this…” He stops before sliding the contents of the bag into his hand. His hands shake as he flips it around, trying to find the little screen for confirmation.

Pregnant.

“Oh my god,” he says, staring down at the test in his hand. “This is…”

A mistake. The worst possible timing. Not what I want at all. You brace yourself against the desk behind you, waiting for the death blow.

“This is…incredible,” Dean says finally, looking up at you. There are tears in his eyes threatening to spill over but his face changes the second his eyes meet yours. “Are you okay?” He asks, jumping up quickly. His hands come to rest on your shoulders as he looks you over. “Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Which…is really saying something for us.”

“You’re happy,” you say quietly, looking at him. His brow furrows in confusion as he takes in your state.

“What? Of course I’m happy!! I mean…” He stops and shrugs. “Timing could be better but…a baby!!” He lets out a laugh and lifts you into a tight hug, spinning you around the room. You squeal and laugh as well, tears of sheer joy and relief streaming down your cheeks. “I’m gonna be a dad!! Sammy!!” He calls out, setting you on your feet. He grabs your hand and pulls you down the hallway quickly.

Circus life under the big-top world,

We all need the clowns to make us smile,

Through space and time, always another show,

Wonderin’ where I am lost without you,

3…2…1…*beep, beep, beep*

You stare into the microwave as the light goes out. Popping the door open, you grab the bottle and test the milk on your wrist. Perfect temp. You turn to go feed your three month old son and accidentally send the stack of neglected and dirty dishes crashing to the floor.

“Dammit,” you curse, setting the bottle on the counter. Kneeling down, you start to pick up the pieces of the shattered dishes and old food.

“Y/N?” Mary asks, stepping into the room. “What happened?” She comes over quickly to help. You glance up at her and shake your head before hissing in pain. You’d managed to cut your hand on a shard of glass. “Oh, Y/N.” Falling back against the counter behind you, your emotions overwhelm you.

“I can’t do this anymore, Mary,” you cry.

Dean and Sam were missing. They had taken on Lucifer once again and this time he was possessing the president. That was almost two months ago. For two months you've been struggling to take care of your newborn son on your own. Sure, you had Cas and Mary but it wasn’t the same. D.J. needed his father.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I…what do you need me to do?” She asks, handing you a dish towel. Wrapping it around your cut hand, you glance back up at the bottle.

“Could you feed D.J. for me? I just…I need a minute,” you tell her.

“Of course,” she says. She gives your arm a quick, reassuring squeeze before leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You lay your head back against the counter and close your eyes, allowing the tears to fall once again as you contemplate life as a single mother. You knew this life was risky, of course. You knew there was always a chance one of you wouldn’t come back from a hunt. You just didn’t expect it to be two months into actually being parents.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cas asks, when he sees you. You shake your head, eyes still squeezed closed as you cry.

Cas frowns as he walks over, taking in the disaster that is the kitchen. He hesitates for a moment before carefully sitting down next to you. You lay your head over on his shoulder as the sobs rake through your body. Cas shifts awkwardly and you feel his arm come around your shoulders, comfortingly. The pain alleviates in your hand and you pull it from the towel, perfectly healed.

“Thank you,” you mumble between sobs.

“I wish there was more I could do,” he says. You wipe at your cheeks and shake your head.

“Please stop blaming yourself. You followed the plan,” you tell him, laying your head back on his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, you don’t know how long. Eventually, you sit up and find a clean part of the partially bloodied towel to wipe your face. You rise from the floor and look at the mess at your feet before taking in the rest of the kitchen. You’d really let things slide lately. You sigh and shake your head, going to get the trash can. Mary comes back into the kitchen.

“No,” she says. You stop and look at her.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“You need to go get some rest. Take a shower. Take a nap. Refresh and reset,” she tells you, taking the trash can from your hand.

“Mary, there’s too much to do,” you respond, looking around at the kitchen again. It wasn’t just the kitchen either. You knew the library, war room, and bedrooms needed your attention as well.

“Castiel and I will take care of it,” she says, sending a pointed look to the angel as he gets up from the floor. He nods, looking at you.

“Of course,” he says. Looking between the two, you realize there’s no point in arguing. You were absolutely exhausted, barely able to get any sleep the last two months. Mary smiles at you, reassuringly.

“Shower. Bed,” she tells you. You sigh and nod, reaching for the baby monitor but Mary snatches it up quickly. “I’ve got him too.”

“Okay,” you surrender, holding your hands up.

You head down the hall and steal a quick peek in at your son, sleeping soundly in his crib. Continuing down the hall, you go into yours and Dean’s bedroom, closing the door behind you. One hour-long, steaming hot shower later, you slip into one of Dean’s t-shirts then under the covers. You don’t expect sleep to overwhelm you as quickly as it does. Your last thoughts are the same as they’ve been for the last two months.

Where are you, Dean?

And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair,

Two strangers learn to fall in love again,

I get the joy of rediscovering you,

Oh, girl, you stand by me,

I’m forever yours,

Faithfully.

Dean smiles politely at the waitress, taking his order. She was clearly flirting with him even though he’d told her about you and D.J. She walks off to put his order in, dinner for him and Sam to go, and he pulls his phone out to call you. It rings three times before you pick up.

“Hey,” you say, smiling. You’re sitting in the library, having just gotten D.J. down for the night.

“I miss you,” he says with a sigh. “This waitress won’t leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry. Is Dean Winchester complaining about being hit on?” You laugh. He shakes his head as he glances around, his eyes landing on the mechanical bull.

“I told her I had someone back home and a kid. She’s still flirting,” he says, watching as someone gets thrown off. He lets out a chuckle. “I was better than that,” he mumbles.

“What?” You ask.

“There’s a…a mechanical bull,” he tells you. You throw your head back, laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“I would pay to see that,” you tease him.

“Hey. I was awesome,” he assures you.

“Man. I can’t believe I missed that,” you say, still laughing. He smiles and shakes his head before someone catches his attention.

“Babe, I gotta let you go. Think I just got a lead on our case,” he says, standing up quickly. Your smile slips slightly and you nod.

“Be careful,” you tell him before he hangs up. You sigh and lean back in the chair.

“Dean’s been hexed. He’s losing his memory.”

That was the call you’d received from Sam earlier in the day. He thought it might be best if you were there to help. Thankfully, Mary had been in the neighborhood so she could keep D.J. for you. You’d peeled out of the garage, tires squealing as you headed for Arkansas, a 7 and a half hour drive. You make it in six.

You whip into the parking lot of the motel Sam had given you the address to and park next to the Impala. Grabbing your bag, you make for the door of the guys’ room and knock quickly. However, it isn’t Sam or Dean who answer the door but Rowena. Your shock gives way to anger almost immediately.

“Did you do this??” You snap, stepping up to her quickly. Her eyes widen in surprise before she smiles.

“Afraid not, dear,” she says. “But I am here to help.”

“Help? Are you kidding?” You ask, looking at Sam as he steps up behind Rowena.

“I know, I know. But...I didn’t know where else to go,” he explains. You sigh and glance around, spotting Dean sitting on one of the beds. He’s laughing at whatever he’s watching on the TV. He looks over and his eyes lock with yours before he smiles widely.

“Hi,” he says, standing. He remembered you. You smile as you walk over to him.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” You ask, your hands resting on his arms. He looks down at your hands then back at you.

“Much better now that you're here,” he says, his smile turning into a smirk. “I’m, ugh…I’m…”

“Dean,” Sam says, frowning.

“Yea. I’m Dean,” he says, introducing himself. Your smile fades as you take a step back. He didn’t remember you. It was worse than you’d thought. Sam’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder and you shake your head.

“I need some air,” you say quietly before leaving the room. Dean frowns as you go and Sam sighs, ushering him to the bathroom to talk. He explains the situation to him, reminding him of everything, everyone. Dean runs a hand over his face.

“So, after everything…that’s it. This is what nails me,” he says. Sam shakes his head quickly.

“No. No, no. Dean. I-it,” he stops and takes a deep breath. “It’s not gonna happen, all right?” Dean looks at him and Sam can see the fear in his eyes.

“Well, you just told me my whole life story. And I gotta be honest, man. I…I can feel it, slipping out of my head. I mean ganking monsters is one thing. But this…” He covers his face with his hands. “I forgot Y/N and my own son.”

“We’ll figure it out. We will,” Sam assures his older brother before standing up. He leaves the bathroom and finds you outside the door.

“Can I?” You ask, pointing to it. Sam nods and steps out of the way. You push the door open slightly and peek in. Dean is standing over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror.

“Okay. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Ugh, Mary Winchester is my mom. Cast - Cas is my best friend. Y/N is my wi…girlfr…” He stops and you sigh before stepping into the bathroom.

“Girlfriend,” you provide. He looks over at you then down, embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you tell him, leaning back against the door. He walks over quickly and wraps you up in a tight hug as though clinging to your very memory for dear life.

“I don’t remember what he looks like,” he says quietly. You can hear the crack in his voice, the emotion choking him up. You’re fighting tears yourself now.

“Just like you. Your eyes and everything,” you say.

“What’s D.J. even stand for?” He asks, still clinging onto you.

“Dean Junior,” you tell him. He nods and looks down at you. “You didn’t really want to name him after you but I insisted. Cause I want him to be just like his father.” He smiles a little before leaning his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna fix you, Dean. I swear.” There’s a knock on the door and you glance back.

“Y/N, we need to go,” Sam says.

“I’m coming,” you call back to him. You look up at Dean once more and take his face in your hands. You stand up on your toes, closing the distance between the two of you, and kiss him. You had to tell yourself this wouldn’t be the last kiss the two of you would share. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he tells you. You can’t be sure if he actually means it or if he’s saying it back to spare your feelings at this point. Did he even remember how much you two loved each other? You smile at him before leaving the bathroom and following Sam out the door. Dean rushes out behind you to the desk inside the room. Rowena watches as he jots down a quick note and sticks it in his front pocket. He glances at her and she raises an eyebrow. “Just a reminder…”

The three of you get back to the bunker later the next day, Dean’s memories restored. Mary meets you all in the garage, D.J. in her arms. Dean practically bursts from the car and rushes over, taking his son. Mary smiles as she hands him over.

“Glad you’re better,” she says, patting his shoulder. Dean smiles at her before kissing D.J.’s forehead.

“Can’t believe I forgot him,” he says quietly. You smile as you walk past, heading towards the bedroom to put your bags away. Dean watches you go before looking at his mother. “I need your help.” She nods.

“Of course. With what?” She asks. He pulls a piece of paper from his front pocket.

“I don’t remember writing it but…it’s my handwriting. And I mean…” He trails off as he hands the paper to her. She reads it and her eyes widen before looking back up at him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes down to the bedroom and leans against the door frame, watching you. You’re busy taking the clothes from both of your go bags and putting them into the hamper to take care of later. You glance back and smile.

“I figured you’d still be spending time with D.J.”

“Wanted to spend time with you,” he says, walking in. He closes the door before walking over and wrapping his arms around you. You smile as you slip your arms around his neck. He leans in and kisses you gently, his hands sliding over your waist slowly. He pulls away too soon and you lean in again. He laughs lightly. “Hold on.”

“I don’t really want to,” you laugh.

“I wanna give you something,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him as he reaches into his pocket. He pulls a folded piece of paper out and holds it up between the two of you. “I wrote this at some point during the whole…hexed thing.” You take it, giving him a skeptical look. He seems nervous and you can’t figure out why. You unfold the piece of paper slowly.

Dean. If you survive this, marry Y/N.

It was scratched onto the paper quickly and sloppily but it was for sure Dean’s handwriting. You can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips as you look back up at Dean. He’s watching you, trying to read your face, as he reaches into his pocket once again. This time he produces a ring.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“I, ugh…I thought I was going to have to save up to buy a ring but,” he stops and shrugs. “Mom gave me hers. Didn’t even ask. Said she wanted you to have it.”

“Oh my god,” you say again, swallowing thickly.

“Marry me, Y/N?” He asks. You take a shaky breath as the tears finally start to fall.

“Yes,” you tell him. He smiles widely and pulls you in for another kiss. This time you pull away too soon, holding your left hand up. “I want my ring.” He laughs lightly as he looks at it.

“Dad had it inscribed. I didn’t know that. Mom just showed it to me,” he says. You take it and hold it up, trying to read the inside. You smile widely as you make out the two words. They couldn’t have been more true for the two for you. He takes the ring back and slides it onto your left hand before lifting you and tossing you onto the bed.

Forever yours.

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Hello! I hope you're having a nice night/day, i saw the requests open, so here's mine: Billy Loomis and his s/o having an argument. Billy raises his voice a little bit to much making the reader flinch, so now he has to make it up to her. That's it! Could you make it soft, tho?

If you don't want to make it it's totally fine! Please and thanks you ♡

PD: Sorry if there's any errors, english is not my first language

Hello! I’m actually having a pretty good day! Wbu? I was really excited to write this so here you go!

Stuck In Purgatory

➥ in which the reader and Billy get in an argument and they flinch. Billy makes it up to you in the best way he knows! {ft. Fluff!! G/N reader, lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles, your wonderful author sleeping on the highway tonight, a teensy bit of death and murder, reader was in a past abusive relationship}

Requested ~ yes / no | Word Count ~ 814 words

Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid

“You’re never around anymore, Billy! You don’t even tell me where you are half of the time and you don’t answer my calls for hours so I’m left to think you got in a car crash or Ghostface got you or something!”

Your fears weren’t unfounded in any way, but Billy didn’t want to admit he was in the wrong. “Christ, you’re so clingy all the time! Give me some space to breathe!”

“Fine,” your voice was quiet. “I’ll give you your damn space.”

“Fine!” He raised his hands in exasperation, practically yelling, and you flinched away from him. You tried to hide it, you didn’t want Billy to be angry at you for it.

But Billy was the opposite of angry. Guilt washed over him like a giant tidal wave. He wanted so bad to reach out and brush your arm, lift your face to meet your eyes, but he didn’t want to make it worse. His voice was so soft that you almost couldn’t hear it. “Have I ever hit you before?”

You looked away from him. It wasn’t an accusatory question. He genuinely wanted to know if he’d hit you and forgotten about it. Slowly, after what felt like hours of silence, you shook your head. “Not you.”

Now it wasn’t guilt washing over Billy – it was rage. “What?” He tried his best to keep his voice level and tone soft, for you, but under the surface he was shaking with anger.

“It wasn’t you that hit me.”

“You was it then?”

You finally looked up at him with those beautiful eyes. “Please don’t hurt him.”

“Who hit you?” It came out as more of a command then a question.

“Ricky,” you were impossibly quiet, and he noticed your hands were trembling. Your ex.

Billy hated to interrogate you, but he needed information. Ricky would be getting a visit from a certain serial killer that starts with Ghost and ends with face. “How often?”

“Whenever I made him angry, or if I didn’t want to have sex with him, or if I didn’t follow orders quickly enough,” you were crying now, and he slowly stepped closer to you.

“Can I hug you?”

You nodded, and when he wrapped his arms around you, you melted into his chest. He gently kissed your forehead, wiping your tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, doll. I know you’re just worried about me. I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

You nodded and he kissed your forehead again. “Please don’t hurt him, it wasn’t his fault – he just got a little bit angry sometimes.”

Billy knew that that’s just what Ricky had manipulated you into believing, and made you believe it was your fault that he’d abused you, and so he made no such promise not to hurt him.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he wiped away the new tears, still trying to keep his voice soft. You nodded and he led you upstairs.

As soon as you were sound asleep, he slipped out of your warm embrace and got dressed in his signature black cloak and ghostface mask. He knew where Ricky lived — he was going to be Ghostface’s next victim anyway, only for a different reason. Billy didn’t like that he’d ever had your heart in the first place and wanted to eliminate any possible competition, but now he was going to die for a far worse offense.

He twirled the knife between gloved fingers, waiting for Ricky to pick up the phone.

He did, finally, and Billy smiled grimly, beginning the ritual. He lifted the voice changer to his mouth and spoke into the phone. “Do you like scary movies?”

“No. The killer never gets enough justice.”

“Do you like justice, Ricky?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Do you like justice?”

“What do you want? To know all my sins?”

“Answer the fucking question or I’ll gut you like a fish. I already know all your sins, Ricky.”

You woke up with a start to a completely quiet house and cold bed. You could feel panic constricting your chest, your heartbeat quickening with the lack of sound. Then you heard the shower running and realized it was only around four in the morning.

“Billy?” Your voice was shaky and tired.

The shower turned off in an instant and after a brief moment, Billy returned into the room, shirtless with his usual gray sweatpants.

“How’d you sleep, doll?”

“I thought you’d left.”

“Never.”

You caught the sight of something red washing down the drain. You uncomfortably pushed it out of your mind. Instead of thinking about it, you held your arms out for hugs. Billy climbed into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m here, doll.” He kissed your hair, keeping his lips there until you fell asleep again.

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harrys-lilfreak · 1 year

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i 🫶🏻 selena gomez so i thought i would make a fake ig thing with her as face claim 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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i’ve had this in the drafts for prob 2 months now and i finally finished it! hope you enjoy!!!

i have some exciting things coming i just don’t wanna put too much pressure and have them fall through.

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We're Not in CW Anymore - 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 5: RIP Buster

Perhaps it was the comfort of the Impala, or the craziness of your Target experience, but you were quickly snoozing in the backseat. The hum of the engine on the highway was incredibly relaxing. As you slowly made your way back into consciousness, you could hear Sam’s voice.

“All I’m saying is we don’t know anything about her. I’m not saying she can’t be trusted, just that we need to keep in mind that she’s a complete stranger.”

“Sam, I’m not an idiot. But you don’t get it. It’s wild, man. It’s like I’ve known her my entire life,” Dean replied.

Hearing them talk about you made you flustered, and you couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer. You let out a groan as you stretched, letting them know you were up now.

“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Dean teased.

“Where are we?” you asked, ignoring Dean’s comment. You weren’t awake enough for a witty response.

“Stratton, Nebraska. A man was brutally murdered in a locked room, in a locked house. No signs of forced entry. Definitely a ghost,” Sam replied.

You hummed in response. A ghost – this was actually happening. You were going to work a case with Sam and Dean Winchester. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach as you thought about it – you were never the horror type. Gore, you could handle. But jump scares? You were a wimp. Hopefully they weren’t expecting you to hunt with them.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the car pulled up to a large farmhouse. You thought you saw movement in one of the second-floor windows, but your mind was probably making things up. You were already scared. This was going to be a long day.

Dean picked the lock on the front door with quick precision, and the three of you walked inside. The interior was actually quite charming. You could smell the fresh coat of paint on the walls. It was hard to imagine such a brutal murder occurred in here not that long ago.

The boys surveyed the house room by room. Sam was holding an EMF reader that was beeping almost continuously.

“EMF is going wild,” Sam observed.

“Yeah, but look – power lines,” Dean said, motioning out the window. “EMF means jack squat.”

Moving upstairs, you decided to check out the rooms for yourself. Out of pure curiosity, you opened one of the closet doors. Sitting in the smack middle of the floor, there was a doll’s head, hair practically all gone, covered in dirt. Fuck that. You were too focused on the disturbing doll to notice Dean walking up behind you.

“That’s not creepy,” he said sarcastically, making you jump out of your skin. You turned around and smacked his arm.

“Dude!” you yelled, your heart racing.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s just a doll,” he chuckled. “It’s not going to hurt you.” Apparently he thought this was funny. He softly grabbed your arm, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. You crossed your arms and glared at him.

“We got a fucking problem,” Sam said as he jogged into the room. The three of you peered out the window as you saw a car and a U-Haul pull up to the house. A boy and his dog jump out of the car and start running around in the front yard. “We gotta get them out of here,” Sam says, pulling out a fake badge from his inside coat pocket. Dean nods his head and turns to you.

“Keep close and play along,” he warns. “This shouldn’t be a problem, but you never know.”

Walking down the porch steps, Sam hollers to the family in the yard. “Sorry folks, but this house isn’t livable. You’re gonna have to pack it up and stay somewhere else tonight.”

“Not livable? We just had it inspected last week! Who exactly are you?” one of the men exclaims.

“I’m Mr. Stanwyk, this is Mr. Babar, and our intern Ms. Fogerty,” Dean says as he and Sam whip out their badges. “We’re with County Code Enforcement. We have evidence of asbestos and a gas leak. Nothing you want to mess with. I suggest you stay at a motel tonight.”

The teen girl groans, “Dad, you can’t be serious!” The dad sighs and complies with Sam and Dean’s request.

“One night. One. Then we’re coming back in the morning and moving in,” he says.

The three of you jump in the Impala to talk to the longtime housekeeper. Surely if there’s a ghost in that house, she’ll give the boys a lead on whose body needs to be burned. You waited in the car as they spoke with her on her porch. Your thoughts wandered towards the moment in the bedroom after Dean scared you. It was like he was trying to comfort you. You wondered if he felt bad about it. The memory of his hand on your arm sent shivers down your spine. His touch was intoxicating. You wanted more.

The boys got back in the car, settling in their seats with a frustrated sigh.

“How’d it go?” you asked.

“The wife died in childbirth, and the daughter hung herself. Both were cremated. So either someone else is haunting that house, or one of them is hanging onto something in that house. We’re gonna have to go back and take a look. Maybe the attic or under the house there’s something sentimental they’re stuck to,” Sam explained. Great. Back to the creepy old house, right as the sun was setting.

Dean cussed as he pulled up to the farmhouse – the family was back. The car and U-Haul were back in the driveway, and light shined through the upstairs windows. They had moved into the haunted murder house.

“Fuck!” Dean cursed as he slammed his hand against the steering wheel, “What are we gonna do?”

“We could tell them the truth,” Sam replied.

“Really?” Dean asked, shocked.

“No, not really.” Sam shot Dean a look for even considering that he was being serious.

Screams came from the house, and quickly Sam and Dean jumped into action. Busting the front door open, the boys took a moment to assess the situation. You ran up to the house and immediately saw “GO” written in red crayon on the wall. The teenager was shrieking and crying.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” Dean demanded.

“What’s wrong is the girl in the walls LICKED me!” the teen yelled, gesturing to her hand.

Before Dean could even try to process that statement, you heard the dog yelping loudly outside.

“Buster!” the dad yelled, running out the front door to find his dog. Sam, Dean, and you followed him out, finding a highly disturbing message – “TOO LATE” was written in blood on the side of the U-Haul.

“There goes Buster,” you muttered to yourself, not quietly enough though. Dean snorted, then tried to play it off as a cough. Sam glared at both of you, then turned to the dad.

“You need to get your family and get the hell out of here. Go into town, find a motel, and let us handle this.” The dad nodded and went inside to gather his family. Dean turned around to grab supplies from the trunk of the Impala. That’s when you noticed something off.

“Um…guys?” you said, pointing to the tires. All of them were slashed: the Impala, the car, and the U-Haul.

“Seriously?! What kind of ghost messes with a man’s wheels?!” Dean yelled, assessing the damage done. Sam opened up the trunk, finding it completely empty.

“Be honest with me,” you whispered, “how fucked are we?”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Dean swore. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.” His promise sent chills down your spine. He seemed so protective, it was making your knees weak. Of course you were swooning when you might not live to see tomorrow.

Sam gathered everyone back inside the house and rummaged around for salt and iron. While he drew out the salt circle on the living room floor, something was eating at you. And no, it wasn’t the intense fear that a ghost could pop out at any moment and kill you. There was something about this that was so…familiar. You’ve seen this before, but you can’t remember how it ends.

The sound of the closet door squeaking grabs everyone’s attention. A dirty, demented-looking little girl slowly creeps out of the darkness of the closet. The family screams.

“Everyone stay calm! As long as you stay inside the circle, she can’t hurt you,” Dean said. But that’s when it clicks for you – this is Family Remains. That’s not a fucking ghost.

Chapter 6

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Coco x Reader

Note: I’m back with more Coco x reader vibes. Inspired by something Coco mentions at the end of s2. Not quite canon, warning for sexy vibes. Please let me know what you think! Credit to @spideyspeaches for the dividers & the most talented @thesewickedhands for the gif.

A sharp knock on her door jolted her awake. She sat up slowly, waiting. Another sharp knock made her flinch. Her phone lit up on her nightstand.

Coco: it’s me ma. u up?

She sighed, relieved, before she got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She walked out of her room as a louder, more urgent knock broke the otherwise silent apartment. She opened the door and Coco walked in, his hood pulled down low to cover his wide eyes.

“Has anyone been here?” he asked, gently pushing her hand away when she reached for the light.

“No,” she rasped, “I just woke up.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, “I didn’t…I didn’t know where else to go.”

She took his hand and led him into her bathroom, only turning on the light once they were behind the closed door. Coco pushed his hood down and she frowned when she saw blood on his cheek.

“Is that yours?” she asked, grabbing a wash cloth.

He shook his head, “I’m whole.”

“Then what’s going on?” she ran the faucet as hot as she could.

Coco had stumbled into her life about 6 months ago. Her ex-girlfriend had introduced them at a party and they became inseparable almost immediately. While it cost her the relationship and her car windshield, she wouldn’t change a thing.

“I uh…I did something,” he admitted as he took off his hoodie, “That I probably shouldn’t have.”

She held his chin as she carefully cleaned the blood off his cheek, glancing at the splatters on his neck, “Did they deserve it?”

Coco took a shaky breath, “Roy was trafficking women out of the back room.”

“Living up to your name,” she teased.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile as she tilted his head up to clean his throat, “I uh…I gotta get out of town, ma.”

She froze, “What?”

He sighed and touched her hips, “You know how connected he is. His people are gonna come after me,” he explained, “I was thinking about getting out anyway. This ‘for hire’ shit ain’t for me.”

She hugged him tight, inhaling the lingering scent of his body wash from their shower that morning. He rubbed the back of her head before whispering, “Come with me,” in her ear.

“What?” she looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“I’m leaving tonight,” he admitted, “I got a bag packed and it’s in the car. Come with me.”

“Are you serious?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Why not? It doesn’t have to be forever. Just as long as it works.”

“I can’t just leave,” she stammered.

“Why not?”

She thought it over quietly. She had moved there for a change in scenery and the little family she had on the other side of the country. She had a few acquaintances that bordered on friends and was working as a bartender with dreams of owning a tattoo shop. But the tattoo artists in town wouldn’t apprentice her because she was a woman and her friends weren’t as important as Coco.

“I’m in.”

Coco wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they drove down the highway, the backseat filled with their belongings and bags of food and beer.

“Where are we going?” she asked, cuddling up to him.

“Figured we’d drive down to southern Cali,” he smiled, “I got a friend from the Marines who’s living near the border. I thought we could set up there for a while, cross over if they find me. Sound alright?”

She nodded, “Can we go to the beach?”

He laughed, “Anything you want, baby.”

“Perfect,” she yawned and cuddled closer to him.

He kissed her head, “You can sleep, I’m good,” he whispered.

Coco drove for a while, listening to the radio and smiling when he felt her weight on him as she slept. He knew right away she would be important, but spent the first two months of their friendship assuming she was a lesbian. She corrected him one night while sharing a blunt and complaining about her girlfriend’s temper. They ended up together less than a week later when her girlfriend took a baseball bat to her windshield.

He kissed her head and mentally kept track of the road signs they passed, wanting to put a good distance between them and Roy’s friends before he stopped for the night. A sign with a beach town caught his eye and he took the exit onto a different highway.

“Baby, wake up.”

She rubbed her eyes as Coco pulled her hood off gently, “Where are we?”

“Look,” he whispered.

“What?” she mumbled and sat up, her eyes lighting up when she saw the water, “You took me to the beach.”

He kissed her head, “I told you I would. There’s a motel a few minutes away that we can spend the night at. Spend the day at the beach?”

She kissed him a few times, “I’ll get the blanket I packed and we can go.”

They spent the day on the beach, laughing and kissing and building giant sand castles. She wandered down into the ocean and Coco’s eyes were glued to every curve of her body. They packed up when the sun started setting and headed to the motel. Coco handed her a few bills to check in. He watched like a hawk, baseball hat on in case the motel employee saw him. The employee was too busy staring at her tits to even care. He glared until she got back in the car and kissed his jaw, whispering their room number in his ear.

The air changed between them as soon as her lips brushed his skin. The eye contact lingered, a spark when his fingers touched hers. She unpacked the food as he unloaded the car, Coco smirking when he realized that she booked the lover’s suite.

“Does it vibrate?” he joked.

She smirked, “Yes.”

Coco’s eyes darkened as he watched her body stretch out on the heart-shaped bed. He kissed up her salty skin slowly, his fingers precise and deliberate as he undressed them. She kissed his neck, her nails trailing down his spine. The day caught up to Coco and he grabbed her chin, his movements rough as he rolled her onto her side, fingers sliding between her legs.

“You ran away with me,” he whispered in her ear.

She breathed out a laugh and reached back, holding the back of his neck, “I did.”

He stayed silent as he listened to her moans get louder, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. Her body shuddered through an orgasm, her free hand gripping the comforter.

Before she could recover, Coco pushed into her with a low grunt. He held her outer thigh with a tight grip, listening to her sweet whimpers turn to desperate gasps. His eyes never left her as she came two more times before he spilled inside her, growling in her ear. He wrapped her in his arms as they caught their breath.

“Thank you,” he mumbled roughly.

She squeezed his hand and fell asleep to the feel of his heartbeat against her back.

They spent two nights at the motel, their days spent on the sand and at night, they fed quarters into the vibrating bed. She checked them out before the sun was up, Coco glaring at the receptionist who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. She slid into the front seat and frowned when she saw his intense eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, touching his arm.

“Pendejo kept starin’ at your tits,” he grumbled.

She laughed and kissed his jaw, “Kept his eyes off you, outlaw,” she whispered, “Plus, I’m not running away with him, am I?”

Coco smirked, “Outlaw, huh?”

“I know we aren’t exactly running from the law,” she settled next to him, pulling his arm over her shoulders, “But it kinda feels like it.”

He kissed her temple and started driving, listening to whatever she put on the radio. When he stopped for gas, she rearranged their bags before heading into the gas station to buy more cigarettes. He was about to get in the car when a young couple opened the door just in time for him to hear her shout, “Get the fuck off me!” Coco was inside before he could even think about it. An older white man was laying on the floor, his hands covering his crotch and blood pouring from his nose. She was glaring at him as two employees ran over.

“What happened?” he asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah. His old ass stood right behind me and pressed me against the fucking shelves. He started whispering about flaunting my ass and I elbowed him in the face.”

His eyes narrowed at the whimpering grandpa, “You lucky I was outside, motherfucker,” he kicked the man in the ribs, “Lets go,” he grabbed her arm and led her outside as the employees shouted for them to stop.

“I’m sorry, we should go before the cops come,” she kept her voice low.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said as they got in the car and took off. She clung to him a little tighter and once he was sure they weren’t being followed, he pulled into a desolate corner of a plaza parking lot and turned to her.

“Are you good?” he asked, running his hands over her body to check her for injuries.

“He didn’t do anything but put his dick on my ass,” she shivered, “I’m okay. I promise. Just shaken up.”

He hugged her to his chest, “I’m sorry,” he stroked the back of her head, “You fucked him up, though.”

“Proud of me?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Always,” he held her cheeks, his forehead on hers.

Around midnight, they pulled into a small town and rented another motel room. Coco went slow that night, keeping her eyes on his and his strokes hitting slow and deep. She cried when she came and they fell asleep almost immediately. When she woke up, the sun was just starting to rise and Coco was on the motel landline.

“Yeah, that’s him,” he smiled when he saw her watching him, “We should be there soon. Thanks bro,” he hung up and kneeled next to the bed, running his fingers through her hair, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” she murmured quietly, “Was that the guy we’re meeting up with?”

“Yes. I asked him to keep an eye on Roy’s guys to make sure they aren’t looking for me,” he explained, “He said they are but they’re nowhere near us.”

“What are they gonna do if they find us?” she asked, sitting up quick.

Coco helped her lay back down, “I would never let anyone hurt you. If they show up, I’ll handle them.”

She smiled slowly, “You’ll handle them?”

He nodded, “They’ll never lay a finger on you, ma. I’ll always protect you. I…I love you.”

She leaned in and kissed him, her hand on his cheek, “I love you, Johnny.”

Coco pulled up to a busy gas station, fidgeting with his knife as he scanned the scene. She sat up straighter, “It's kinda big…”

“I know,” he frowned, “There’s a lot of truckers too but I don’t think we can make it to another gas station.”

“Roy knew a lot of truckers?” she asked.

He nodded, biting his lip, “We’re…pretty far south by now.”

“I can go in and pay cash,” she suggested, “You stay out here?”

“Bring this with you,” he slipped a closed switchblade in her hand, “I’ll still be watching but just in case.”

She kissed him and Coco pulled his hood up, keeping his eyes on her as she pocketed the knife and made her way inside. The men roaming around stared but nobody approached her as she waited in line. He got out once she came outside.

“Do you want me to do it so you can be ready to take off?” she offered.

“I told you I’d never make you pump gas,” he teased.

“This is different,” she pouted.

He crooked his finger at her and she leaned in, kissing him, “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

She sighed happily, “I love you.”

The pump clicked and Coco opened her car door, “Get that ass in the car, ma.”

She giggled and got in, watching him through the window. He finished at the pump and walked around the car, bumping into someone.

“Shit, sorry,” the guy stumbled back, “I didn’t see you.”

“Sorry,” Coco mumbled and went to walk around but the guy stepped back in his way. Coco frowned and looked up to see a tall, white man with brown hair looking at him curiously.

“Do I know you?” the man asked, “You look familiar.”

He glanced in the car to find her watching them curiously, “No hablo inglés,” he shrugged and got in the car, turning it on, “Fuck, fuck,” he pulled out of the gas station, then glanced in the rear view mirror in time to see the trucker’s eyes widen in recognition and race back to his truck.

“Who was that?” she looked back, “Did he know Roy?”

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath, “Fuck, that was close.”

Her eyes widened and she turned in her seat, “I don’t see him.”

“Can you look up used car lots?”

The night was quiet, only the sounds of a few cars passing by and her soft voice coming from the other room. Coco lit a cigarette and passed the pack across the table, “Need a lighter?”

“Yeah, thanks man,” his new roommate, Angel, opened the pack, “It’s pretty quiet out here.”

“Good,” he let out the smoke, “I need quiet right now.”

Angel lit his own cigarette, “Santo Padre is pretty low-key. Except the biker club.”

Coco arched an eyebrow, “Biker club? No shit.”

“They just moved in like…6 months ago?” he guessed, “Gilly and I were talking about prospecting.”

“That would be interesting,” he looked at the window and smiled when he saw her dancing around the kitchen. He knocked on the window and she jumped, sticking her tongue out at him. He laughed softly and nodded for her to join them.

“She’s cool,” Angel murmured, “Your chick.”

Coco smiled, “Thanks, man. I don’t know how I got so lucky, she left everything for me.”

“A ride or die,” Angel joked, “Good for you, man.”

She stood at the back door, “What do you want besides scaring the fuck out of me?”

Coco smirked, “Want you to stop working in there and relax.”

Angel nodded, “I told you I’d clean up.”

“I don’t mind,” she sat on Coco’s lap, “Plus, you never actually clean the pots and pans right.”

“Hey!” Angel protested as Coco cracked up, “It was hard!”

She giggled and took Coco’s cigarette when he offered, “Yeah, yeah.”

Coco kissed her shoulder, “Be nice or we’re gonna have to run again.”

“Nah,” she smiled, “I think we’re home.”

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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pagesix Pleasing’s CEO Harry Styles was seen in Italy with girlfriend Y/N L/N yesterday on what it seems to be a work trip. A close source tells us they both are going strong and don’t plan on breaking up anytime soon.

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harrystyles Me, you and Italy is truly the best thing ever.

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voguemagazine Couple Harry Styles and Y/N L/N both attended Pleasing’s launch party for their new micro collection yesterday.

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afyrian · 29 days

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ch. 4 - october 21 masterlist

“no, no, what are you talking about? i have a trip tomorrow and through my insurance, i’m assured that someone can come out and pick me up in an emergency. my car has broken down and i’m still a couple hours from home,” you lean against your car, holding your phone up to your car.

‘ma’am, i’m really sorry but something in the system is unable to ensure to me that you’re a member. now, you’re best bet is to find someone who can get you. i really am sorry,” her voice sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard as you shake your head, tears building in your eyes.

normally, something like this wouldn’t freak you out so much. but the cold front coming in tonight and your flight for a convention the following morning, you didn’t know what you were going to do. “..thank you for your assistance.”

you hang up the phone before she can say anything and let the tears roll down your cheek. no cry came out, no sobbing, just tears falling. the only thing you can think to do is to call rintarō, break the bad news to him that you would have to take a later flight. after clicking his profile and hitting call, you wait patiently as the ringing goes by.

for a second, you think about him not picking up, you completely stranded. your family isn’t nearby, most of your friends already on flights, and now your rock, the person closest to you, isn’t there. however, the sound of him picking up the phone sounds like music to your ears. his voice is soft, like he’d be resting, “y/n?”

“rin, thank god you picked up. my car broke down, roadside assistance isn’t coming because of some dumb bug in their system, and now i don’t know if i can make it home in time to reach the flight. i don’t think a driver for uber is gonna pick me up off the side of a highway,” your voice wavers, you set it to speakerphone, rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand.

immediately, you can hear something shuffling, like sheets being thrown in the air. “wait, you’re stuck on the side of the highway? where? can you send me a pin?” more movement comes from rintarō’s side of the phone, his keys jingling beside the phone.

for a second, you’re stunned. he’s getting up late at night simply to pick you up on the side of the road. probably still in his pajamas and his hair in a mess. “y/n? are you okay? you should get into your car and wait til i get there, how far are you?”

“yeah- yeah, oh my gosh, yes i’m okay! and i’m like two hours out, you really don’t have to do that. get some sleep and get on your flight,” you open the car door, sitting on the passenger side just in case another car crashes into yours.

he scoffs, locking the front door of your apartment. moving through the complex until getting into the elevator, the sound of the music sounding through the phone. “are you kidding? if i get there in two hours, it would be two back and we could make the flight… together. i wouldn’t want my wife to have to fly down by herself,” rintarō jokes, ultimately bringing a smile to your face.

truthfully, you had forgotten that the two of you had gotten married. other than filing for taxes or looking at the fake ring on your dresser, you hadn’t thought of it much. but hearing him say those words sends a shiver down your spine. heat rises to your cheeks and you ultimately feel so confused about how you feel for the streamer.

when he made breakfast for you that one morning, it sparked something inside. something that you have tried to ignore but ultimately cannot. “okay- okay, sorry i ever said anything! well, are you at least going to get some sleep on the plane? cause we’re going to be exhausted tomorrow,” you lean your head back, leaning the chair back some.

“i could give it a try, but i probably wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you were out there anyways, now send me your pin and i’ll be there, unless you want to stay on the phone?” he questions, the sound of his car turning on is the only thing you can hear besides his voice.

“yeah, could we just stay on the phone for a second? i just feel like beat from this whole situation,” your smile lessens for a moment.

despite the silence over the phone, you feel at peace. you could always find yourself feeling at peace with rin, even if you are hours away and in a car that can’t run. you find peace. and honestly, even if you never explore those feelings that you have, you’d be happy. you’d be happy just existing with him.

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3689

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events were altered to fit the story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part III

September 8th

7:30 am

Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair, clenching his substantial coffee container to help warm his hands after spending a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location.

Vancouver had an unusual cold snap this time of year, and with the covid restrictions, the director decided that everyone would stay on the site until done filming the scenes.

While Jensen wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his two-legged heater, he was also grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of their lives, starting their family.

Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they planned on keeping he, she, or they a secret, even from their families, until birth; Jared, being Jared, was trying out every cartoon from their childhoods.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Frida says as she applies more concealer under his eyes, hiding the darkened skin from not sleeping well.

“Huh?”

“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said; wanna talk about it?”

“Sorry, just not focusing very well today.”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple of days. Too bad this virus messed everything up. It would’ve been a hell of a send-off if everybody could have been here.”

Jensen couldn’t believe after fifteen years; he had only two days left to be Dean Winchester.

Alex and Misha left after finishing their scenes, but Jim Beaver was back. It was only fitting for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal influence in the brothers' lives.

Frida continued chatting about random things while working when a PA stuck their head in calling him to the set.

Stepping out of the trailer, Jensen spotted Baby the Impala sitting by the building used for exterior shots of Harvelle's Roadhouse and smiled, knowing she’d officially be his soon.

***

September 12th

“Jay, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared hollers seconds before their apartment's front door slammed shut while Jensen did one last check around for any forgotten anything, satisfied that only a few neatly marked boxes were left to ship back to Texas.

He walked into the living room, stopping to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding him against the well-muscled chest of his mate. Tipping his head back as Jared kissed along his neck, he says, “I’m gonna miss this view.”

Jensen hummed in acknowledgment, eventually saying, “we need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven.” Jared held him for a few heartbeats longer, reluctantly let go, and interlacing their fingers led him to the door.

Jensen paused, turning them again to gaze out the window at their view.

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September 21st

“This has been a great trip, but man, I’ll be glad to be in our bed tonight,” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312. “Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says, having not slept much the last few days.

They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for a while. Jared somehow managed to finagle; okay, he played dirty with that mind-numbing blow job that always makes Jensen agree to anything gets him a couple of extra days to camp in southern Colorado.

Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping. Well, they didn’t technically rough it the way Jared liked but still a friggin yurt in late September?

What he was willing to endure for love.

Jared started singing along to some classic country playing on the radio as they drove through the desert Jensen dropped off.

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October 23rd

Jared turned from the open fridge with a puzzled expression, sensing the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple of months.

Shutting the door, he walked over to the kitchen island where his husband was seated, pushing his unfinished dinner on his plate.

“Jay, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.”

What Jensen wanted to ask, the question that's been plaguing him since August, but he couldn’t figure out how to phrase without upsetting his husband, flew out, “did you pick that O because you knew that’d be the one I’d choose?”

Slapping his hand over his mouth, Jensens }{ eyes widened, disbelieving he blurted it out.

Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before regaining control over his vocal cords, “that’s what I’ve been sensing!”

Jared gripped the edge of the island with his big hands. “Are you seriously wanting to go there again? I was candid when I realized that was the O I reacted to, and you weren’t exactly in full control with her present either, Alpha!”

Jensen's jaw ticked, irritated at being reminded he let his control slip making Jared huff. “So all this time, instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some bullshit..”

“I’ve been racking my brains to figure out how to ask the question without upsetting you!” Jensen felt his wolf pace in agitation, get up and match its movement around the kitchen.

“For the past few years, I’ve sensed you felt something missing, kept telling myself it’s because you're biologically unfulfilled, but during that interview, you were all,” Jensen waves his hands a vague gesture, “has I’m second guessing us.”

His mate's physical reaction makes him come to a halt.

Jared’s eyes are glowing red, but the eerie wolf expression, its intensity, disconcerts him.

“I love you, Jensen. You are my mate, husband, my everything, but sometimes you..” Jared leaves whatever he wants to say unfinished. “I thought you understood. In my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be considered a step-relation and will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow, and Zep.”

Jensen started to speak when Jared’s low, reverberating growl warned him not to interrupt.

“I consciously listened to my wolf when it came to choosing the person who’s biologically contributing to our children and me,” Jared emphasizes, slapping his chest, ”I have no regrets picking her..but you do.”

Taking a deep breath, he abstractedly says, ”the dogs need to be fed,” and walks away.

Upon the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving, Jensen’s legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, curling up in a fetal position, and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling Arlo and Koda lay down on each side with him between them.

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Thanksgiving

“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterward, helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”

“Good, 'cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared yawned while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Dani, the kids, Gavin and his, Clif’s family, Jared’s parents, siblings, and their broods.

“I told you to wait, and I’d help finish cleaning up when I got back,” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.

“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out. Could you grab it?”

“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags, walked around the side of the house, and dropped them into their designated receptacles.

When he returned, Jared had already switched off the downstairs lights, made his way to their bedroom, and took the first turn in the bath, getting ready for bed.

Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard, checking his messages, when Jared dropped heavily beside him. “I plan on sleeping for the next three days,” he mutters, resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder.

“Sounds good to me, babe. Glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend. It’ll be nice to spend some alone time,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hmm. Hey, do you remember the last Thanksgiving?”

Jared closed the door, pushing Jensen against it seductively, lowering his fox-slanted eyes, and huskily whispered, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick in you now!”

“Dude, we're in my sister's kitchen pantry! Anyone could hear..“

“..then you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against his mate until he was begging to be fucked.

“You’re the one who got us busted..”

“..always so fucking tight...fuck I’m not gonna last.”

“Mac said it sounded like your dick..” Jensen broke off when Jared slowly ran his tongue up the column of his neck and bites on his earlobe softly speaks.

“You gotta admit,” his husband’s huge hand is moving under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” those long fingers tip-toeing up his smooth, freckled chest teasing his left nipple, ”is never dull,” Jensen moans in response, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondering lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.

“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”

Jared answers by removing his hand and taking the phone, placing it on the nightstand, then straddling his husband's thick thighs and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark, flattening his tongue and licking it feels Jensen sliding his hands up his back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to, something that always drives his boy wild.

Finding a purchase, he pulled hard, making Jared gasp, and tugged until his head back was the perfect angle for him to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing the seam for him to open, granting him access and Jensen teased, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.

Moaning, Jared rocks his hips, seeking friction, and breaks their kiss long enough to work Jensens' sleep shirt off, wrestling with it before tossing it off the bed as Jensen’s lips attack his neck desperately.

A signal taps to his thigh, then Jensens rolls them and kneels between his sleep pant-clad legs as Jared, knowing what his mate wants, reaches up to grip the strategically placed bar in their custom headboard with both hands, pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come.

Not breaking eye contact, Jensen bends forward, stopping a hair's breadth from Jared’s lips, and slowly slides backward, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him using only his warm breath, paused to hook his fingers in the pants waistband pulling them with him as he continues journeying south.

He slowly makes his way back, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along those extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the inside of both thighs and biting down hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop. He hasn’t touched Jared’s beautiful cock, yet it’s fully engorged and vigorously leaking on his flat stomach.

Jensen ran his tongue over the quivering skin, lapping up precome. He loved how sweeter than salty Jared tasted made him roll his hips, rubbing Jensen’s teasing tongue along his dribbling slit, wanting those plump lips wrapped around his velvety cockhead. Taking the hint, Jensen rests his head on Jared’s lower stomach and sucks on it.

Jared wants to let go of the bar but doesn’t. Instead makes nonsensical noises as his toes curl up at the mixed sensations of his mates' silky beard tickling his lower regions while suckling on his cockhead, alternately swirling his tongue over the sensitive nerves underneath and through his slit.

After all these years, Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body and his ability to keep him on edge for however long he’s in the mood to play.

“Jen..pleeeease..need to cum..fu..need it so fucking..ugh...fuuuckk...Alpha!”

Raising on a forearm, Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing on each low pass to work his throat open, taking Jared further in until his mate's substantial cockhead is in his throat swallows, and Jared’s knot begins inflating, pushing his mouth open wider and cuts off his breathing.

Letting the knot pop out from between his plump lips, Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing, drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off till only the head in his mouth fills it with sweet, thick nectar swallows hears Jared hiss, too sensitive for anymore pulls off kissing the tip one last time. With enough energy, he crawls up the bed, faceplants on his pillow.

“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”

Purring deep in his chest, Jensen turns, giving Jared a self-satisfied smirk that made him mutter, “I wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”

Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes, reaching down runs his fingers over the weeping tip to wet them before firmly gripping Jensen’s pulsing thickness, hand rubbing up and down excruciatingly slow.

“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave while watching Jensen dissolve into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”

Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a ringing phone makes him growl and, glancing over his shoulder, says, “Not mine.”

“It’s the clinic. Why would they call us on a holiday?”Jared let go of Jensen's cock and sat up against the headboard listening before his wondrous smile appeared.

“Our surrogate is pregnant!”

Jared practically bounced on the bed like a kid on a sugar high and began discussing what came next. Jensen feels his erection diminish, gets up, heads into the bath, turns on the shower, and leans against a wall, forehead resting on crossed arms and letting the hot water flow over his back.

He knows he should be elated-his mate has hopefully sired a pup (or pups), and the possibility of propagating himself again.

Instead, he’s seized up in conflict.

***

After that god-awful argument last October, he ended up at Josh’s. His brother confessed his mate, and he was seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues, too, and spent the night drinking and reflecting. The following day Jensen came home to an angry because he didn’t know where the fuck he was all night, husband.

After telling him about his talk with his brother, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later.

Walker star Jared Padalecki was arrested near the anniversary of the Stereotype bar altercation.

· Jared Padalecki was arrested again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication.

When he got released, Jared sat Jensen down, pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this; it was tearing him apart. He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him, and discuss what’s happening in his head.

Jared’s therapist started by informing them he wasn’t a marriage counselor. Still, after a discussion with Jared, they knew the situation had an apparent detrimental impact on his mental health.

They listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors and came up with a hypothesis: Jared’s inner wolf had an attraction to this Omega they’d encountered, and since this was the first time he’d shown interest to any female since mating, Jensen, and his wolf, was envious.

Jensen outright objected, pointing out that yes, he could be possessive of Jared as any other mate would, and yes, he also found her attractive because, well, okay, she’s more his preference of a female but was most definitely not envious since they prefer different types, look at their ex-wives.

The therapist raised an eyebrow and said, “not anymore.”

Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to find an appropriate response, said something about motherfucking psycho-babble, and slammed out the front door.

***

Lost in thought, Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water turns and found himself leaning against the wall trapped between Jared’s large hands as he gazed into his spring-colored eyes that captured his mate's heart the moment their eyes met years ago.

“Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”

***

December 16th

Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene and felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t recognize the number but excused himself to answer privately. There was visible tension in the big Alpha's shoulders that caught his co-stars' attention.

“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked

“Umm...I’m not sure. Need to make another call,” Jared said, waving the phone, “let us know if you need anything, okay.” Keegan says, and Jared nods while pulling up another number. “Hey, Clif, I need a favor.”

***

Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the old motel in a questionable, rundown area of Austin while Jared looked around and asked, “are you sure this is the right place?”

“This is the place the guy mentioned,” Clif replied, getting out and heading for the office. A couple of minutes later, “the manager said to try the laundry out back,” started the vehicle, drove to the rear of the property, got out again, and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered, engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside.

Clif nodded to Jared, and as he got out of the vehicle, the scent of orange blossoms mixed with spices hit him seconds before the door reopened, and the person they'd spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.

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December 22nd

Thanking his driver, Jensen claimed out with his carry-on bag and walked up the front stone pathway, relieved to be home after his hopefully final costume fitting for his role as Soldier Boy.

He had been flying back and forth every week from LA for the last couple of months, had gotten old quickly, and was planning on enjoying Christmas at home.

His in-laws were coming to stay for a few days, as were Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning to drop by a few hours after Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.

Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. They raised their offspring in the church's beliefs and though he never believed in it, respected their choices.

Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.

***

Alan and Donna Ackles belonged to an ultra-conservative church that touted the foundations of child-rearing from the book, and in the Ackles household, spare the rod, spoil the child, was a gospel that fit their viewpoints since neither was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only offering a reserved affection.

The saving grace of the Ackles children was their Beta nanny, who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child, already knowing he was different from his siblings. The Beta instilled confidence in them to discover who they were and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California.

Shortly after graduating, he told his family he was bisexual, and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. too. Alan and Donna try to stop him, insisting he goes to their pastor and confesses his transgressions, begging forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings.

When Jensen declined, they threatened to pull the agreed-upon six-month financial support while he auditioned for parts. He refused, packed up what would fit into his car, and left with his boyfriend. His first break came shortly after arriving, and Jensen quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors.

His management agency would set him up on dates to events with many up-and-coming female artists of the time for publicity, which wasn’t a problem playing along when he wasn’t dating a woman.

Jensen bounced around doing guest roles before joining Day of Our Lives for three years, then onto a few others before testing for Sam Winchester in a new series created by Eric Kripke. The moment he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob Jared Padalecki and he flashed his incredible color-shifting eyes, easy smile, and dimples in his direction, Jensen knew he was gone for anyone else.

It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical, and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not. The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break, Jensen ended up bowled over by the five-foot-nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.

He might not have his biological parents anymore, but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped make that gaping hole smaller.

***

Barley getting the front door open, Jensen’s struck with the scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place.

Dropping his luggage in the foyer, he follows the scent further into the house as Arlo sits near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda were napping, gets up, and crosses over to greet him.

Rubbing around his ears as he liked asks, “where’s daddy at?” He thought Jared was supposed to be in a meeting with Anne Fricke, headed towards the kitchen where the scent seemed to be coming from, “babe, is that coffee shop you love with back open, what’s it called? The house smells like those sweet rolls you’re obsessed with,” he abruptly stopped and blinked not believing what was in front of him.

More accurately, whose standing in front of him.

“Babe is on a call; dinner will be ready in twenty.”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

tbc

Part IV

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My dear savior, I am sorry for what you’re witnessing now but I promise that tonight this hellish man will take his final bow so hide the angels, hide your son, avert your eyes as i put out his vile soul’s fire all because the he wouldn’t join our holy choir … His twisted tainted heart has been misguided and destroyed as well so I’ll send him back up to you and send his girlfriend back to hell! I promise you, it’s for the best, what I’m going to do to them their life was short and sad but I hope he will find a better end … How dare you interrupt my prayer! … God you’re so disrespectful, I can’t believe that I ever thought that you could join, you pushed me too hard tonight! … Broken, horrid, wretched, sad, disgusting, vile, feeble, and mad, each word you say reminds me of things that describe ya! … Insult me all you want but if you bring our lord into this battle, I’ll tear you apart and use your bones as prizes for a raffle! … I swear to you, this ain’t a joke- … If you won’t budge then I’ll have to move you myself! … If you keep rejecting us I’ll have to send you down to hell! … Why won’t you listen to me? You’d be better off- … Then if you stayed with this girl doing who-knows-what! … Lord in heaven, Jesus Christ, the father, son, and holy spirit, won’t let you into paradise because of all your corny bullshit! Damn, I haven’t been this riled up since He kicked me out of heaven- You horrid little beast! You just add and add to rising tension- … Harmonizing, singing, angels, demons, all to banish you to darkest pits of my domain, I hope the world’s prepared you for eternal torment, never-ending, fire, spikes, and deadly weapons, you won’t leave, no, I won’t let you, not at least without a fight and- … Stop interrupting me! I swear to god this is why you’ll never get to see His face- Just die! Give up already, take the highway out of my sight, no pearly gates for you, I really can’t believe that you would throw away eternal paradise just to get some pussy! Filth like you disgusts me, your existence is vile, I can’t believe I thought you were God’s child! … You continue to power on through all the things that we’ve thrown at you, are you really that desperate that you would rap and keep rejecting God’s will? I honestly can’t believe you, lust and greed have overtook you, I know I won’t forgive you but you better hope God will. … I’ll sing here and try my best to keep the work up on our choir, help god spread his holy message, pray that our words will inspire, you can leave now, go away please, the sight of you makes me uneasy, knowing that you’re alive is a reminder of my failed duties

Now I know that you couldn’t be saved, you’re too broken, too depraved, you’ve desecrated our safe place with your unholy words today, so now just leave, exit my sight, you’ve beaten me, so now take flight I suppose that I’ll just have to cry myself to sleep again tonight… (…)

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chapter 2

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Next morning at work Dalida needed to drink two coffees before she finally got more energy. Last night she did not managed to sleep much as Mahnaz kept her busy and invested. She was deeply in thoughts smoking a cbd joint when she heard a knock on the door. It was her assistant Bianca.

“Sorry for interrupting, miss Jefferson. I have somebody on the phone telling me it’s urgent and they call probably the tenth time today despite me telling them it’s advised to book a meeting with you through me”.

Dalida finished her cigarette and left the remainings in the glass ashtray she always kept on her old, wooden desk.

“No worries. Just pass me the talk, please. Thank you, Bianca” Dalida turned on the speaker on her landline phone. “Jefferson from Jefferson Suits, hello. How can I assist you?”

Some light breathing was heard on Dalida’s side. Then, a strong, feminine voice coughed shortly.

“It’s Pastora Galvano Porter. John James Porter is my husband. I’m calling about the suit for him. I need to order it for a present. I have all the measurements and my expectations written. When could we discuss it further?” voice was very sharp and demanding.

Woman on the phone had a Latino accent and also her first name suggested that she was not American. Seemed to be very rude and not open for much negotations indeed.

“Unfortunately, I’m not able to give you the answer for this. I have to ask my assistant who has my schedule..”

Dalida could not continue though because Pastora broke in.

“Miss Jefferson, do you know who is John James Porter? I don’t need you to check anything. We have to meet today.” at first Dalida did not want to continue speaking but after some time she realized she actually has some time in the evening so what harm could a litle late homecoming do?

“Mrs. Porter, I have time at 9pm this evening. Would that work for you?”

There was a longer pause on the other side of the phone.

“Fine. Please, come over to my apartment. I will send the details to your assistant”.

“See you” Dalida finished the call abruptedly but there was nothing more to say.

She asked Bianca for a glass of water and lit another cigarette.

~*~

New York in the summer was always a nightmare. Little hell on Earth. During the day it was hard to move faster then 2km per hour. Dalida was thankful for the help of her driver even though she loved to drive. It was a late afternoon, almost evening and Dalida was trying to get home to change, spend some time with Mahnaz and go for the meeting with Pastora afterwards. Jefferson felt her mobile vibrating in the pocket. It was her partner.

“Love, I can’t wait to tell you. The video I recorded with my group of students... do you remember it? I’m so excited... can you imagine Rihana texted me on Instagram and she said she wants to collaborate? At first I thought it’s just... you know. One message. Lowkey. But she asked me for my phone number and I was called by her agent. Rihanna wants me to direct the choreography for her new video and also she wants me to dance in it” Mahnaz was beyond excited.

Dalida was very proud. Her woman made a very long way. She could not wait to celebrate with her.

“Baby, I’m so proud of you. We will celebrate tonight. I will bring your favorite wine, we’re gonna stay up late, you’re gonna tell me all about that call from Rihanna and then, I’m gonna make love to you all night. How about that?”

Mahnaz laughed on the other side of the phone.

“It was not from Rihanna but her agent. And you have work tomorrow”

Dalida was not letting her win.

“Same thing. Yes, I have work but I’m my boss and I don’t care if I will go there with no sleep at all. I care about you and it’s all that matters”.

“You are crazy, Dalida Jefferson”

~*~

Two hours have passed and Dalida was still on the highway, furious and tired. It was already 8pm. There was no option to get home before meeting with Pastora. She planned to spend few hours with Mahnaz, change clothes and go there for half an hour or so and then, get back to the celebrations.

“Tobey, could you please just leave the highway and can we go straightly to my meeting?”

Next highway exit, they managed to get back to the city. On the way to Porter mansion, they even managed to stop by at the gas station. Tobey filled the car up with gasoline and Dalida changed her clothes in the toilet. She chose a satin navy suit, a plain white t-shirt and buckled loafers. She finished it all up with a dust of “Oud Wood”. She brushed her hair with a basic black comb. She was ready.

Porter’s mansion was really as huge as they said. The house was very impressive. It was from Victorian era, mostly white but with many beautiful, breath-taking bas-reliefs and arches. Dalida was let in by the butler who showed her the way to the garden. Here she was, Pastora Galvano Porter.

First thing Dalida recognized when she was approaching Pastora was the strong, scent of her perufmes. Bergamot, jasmin, vetiver, musk, vanilla, patchouli. Jefferson immediately knew what it was. Chanel no 5. She was quite surprised because she has not smelled it for years. It reminded her of hot summer nights in Italy she spent with some elegant dame she used to be casually dating more than ten years ago. The other thing Dalida recognized was her strong attitude. The energy she was giving was uncanny. Pastora seemed to be the type that does not take “no” for an answer and will make you do whatever you want. It was a great contrast with Dalida’s lowkey mood she presented all the time.

“Ms Jefferson. We’re meeting finally. Coffee, water, maybe something stronger?” Pastora accented the last word by squishing harder Dalida’s hand she shaked.

“Water, thank you”

Pastora mirrored her unaudibly than crossed her legs. She adjusted her short pencil skirt and realized Dalida was looking at that part of her body.

“These are the sketches. It’s what I want” said Pastora giving her a brief, satisfactory smile.

Dalida coughed and glanced through the drawings.

“What about the material? Any hints or wishes?

Pastora stood up and walked towards Dalida. Then, she bent down filling whole view Jefferson had with her cleavage and touched the jacket. After this, she put her hand on Dalida’s leg and moved it from her knee to the stomach. Then, she stood up and went back to her chair.

“I want this exact same material”.

Dalida took a big sip of water. She did not expect Pastora will be flirting with her. More importantly, Jefferson couldn’t help but enjoy the hell out of it. She felt this certain something in her underbelly. It was something she used to have only for her woman, her partner. Mahnaz. For years. It was not a good sign.

“I want us to go inside so I can show you what suits my husband normally wears. Shall we?”

When they climbed upstairs to the wardrobe/dressing room, Pastora told her to sit down, made her a drink and just like that, she took off her jacket and blouse and stood there in her bra and skirt. Dalida was glancing at her quite surprised. Finally, Pastora took a jacket from the hanger and put it on. She looked very strange in her husband’s clothing. She turned around with an unbuttoned jacket showing everything and smiled.

“This is his jacket” she explained and smiled. “I will show you the material”.

Pastora approached Dalida and bent down, make her touch the jacket. Jefferson felt the rush of heat inside but it was real hard when Pastora just unzipped her pants. She massaged the certain part for a while, then kissed Dalida passionately and whispered into her ear: stand up, sweetie.

She did so and took her pants as well as the clothing she wore underneath them. Pastora pushed her back to the chair. Then, Pastora performed a fellatio, fucking good fellatio that made Dalida cum very quickly. Pastora took a tissue and cleaned her mouth. Then she stood up from her knees and Dalida made her sit instead. Pastora smiled very satisfied. Dalida used her hands to massage her clitoris passionately. That made Porter breath heavily and moan. When she finished, she had an ejaculation. It was deep, strong, seemed to be quick but in reality took a long time.

Finally, Pastora picked up her clothes.

“Thank you. I’m waiting for the suit for my husband. You know the way out. It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms Jefferson” and just like that, she left the room.

Dalida was terrified, she did not know how this could happen. She went directly to the car where Tobey was waiting longer than it was expected and told him to get back home.

~*~

When she got home she saw wine bottle she sent for Mahnaz, all the food the woman prepared - everything prepared and left. There was a note as well: “I’m sorry Love, but I was exhausted. We will celebrate tomorrow. Love you”.

Dalida took the wine bottle and went to her office room.

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