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dreamescapeswriting · 7 months

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BTS Reaction || Your Father Is A Famous Actor

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

SEOKJIN:

Jin had been worried sick on the build-up to meeting your father, he'd been overthinking everything wondering if your father - Skeet Ulrich - was even going to like him. What if he didn't like him and stopped you from seeing one another?

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Yn talks about you all the time." Your dad said making you glare at him, but he simply hugged Jin tightly and chuckled.

"Can I get you a drink? We have some Soju in and I'm currently attempting to cook your favourite dish." Jin's mouth fell open a little as he followed your father to the kitchen, the two of them getting lost in conversation about food.

"I'm good! I don't need a drink!" You yelled out sarcastically, falling down onto the sofa and shaking your head at the two of them still talking to one another, not even noticing you weren't there.

YOONGI:

"Hi! Can we get a photo?!" Someone called out making you jump a little, you glanced at the boy and his sister and smiled a little.

"I'll take it, you can both be in the photo with him then." You suggested before the two of them stared at you confused. Yoongi smirked a little as he noticed the boy wearing a superman shirt and his sister was even holding a collector edition of the "witcher" books which gave him hints that they weren't there to see him at all.

"Oh...We meant with you." The boy said as he smiled warmly at you, you frowned a little.

"With me?" You questioned before looking at Yoongi who was taking their phone from their hands and getting the camera ready for them.

"You are Henry Cavil's daughter...Right?" You bit down on your lip before nodding and posing for an image with them, hugging the girl before they ran off back to their parents leaving you a little shocked.

"That's never happened to me before."

"It's cute," Yoongi chuckled kissing your hand as they two of you continued your trip inside of the shopping district.

HOSEOK:

"Hobi, come on. I'll show you my old room," You told your boyfriend as you took him on a tour of your old childhood home. The two of you had come home to visit your family and it was the first time he met your father and it was safe to say he was officially scared of him. Your dad had decided it was a good idea to show him the boot of the impala with all of the props from Supernatural and now your boyfriend was convinced your dad could probably get away with murder.

"I think we should stay down here. Just in case your father thinks something is going on."

"Hobi...You know he was kidding about before. Right?" You arched a brow at him but he still didn't look entirely convinced about it and you shook your head.

"Dad! You scared him!!" You yelled out, dropping your boyfriend's hand as you went to scold your father who was finding the whole thing hilarious.

"You better show him they're props!" You called out as Jensen made his way back to Hoseok, taking him back into the garage and showing that none of the items in the car could ever actually hurt someone.

NAMJOON:

In the weeks leading up to Namjoon meeting your family, you'd been so nervous that you could barely sleep but as soon as your boyfriend spoke to your boyfriend it was as though the two of them had been friends for years.

"I was wondering if I could ask you about some of the stunts you did in your last movie?" Namjoon questioned as your dad - Tom Cruise - smiled proudly and nodded, wrapping an arm around Namjoon's shoulder and taking him to his study.

"Food will be ready soon, don't stay in there too late." You called out to the two of them but your dad waved his hand at you and began to answer every question that Namjoon had ready for him. You'd had nothing to worry about when it came to them and you should have known since the two of them were very sociable people with everyone that they came into contact with.

JIMIN:

When Jimin first met your dad - George Clooney - he'd been so shy you were almost scared he'd never speak to the man on his own but you never would have seen the two of them becoming close friends. Now it was like the two of them were inseparable, you would always find them hanging out without you and even when there were family parties the two of them would go off together.

"I think I would have preferred them to hate each other," You told your mother as she let out a small laugh, handing you a glass of champagne and kissing the side of your head. You loved that they got along of course but there were times when you wanted your boyfriend to spend time with you at family gatherings instead of your father.

"It's good that they're so friendly. At least you know your father approves." She reminded you before you smiled warmly at her, watching your boyfriend and your father from a distance as they spoke in depth with one another.

TAEHYUNG:

You hadn't told Taehyung about your family because you'd wanted it to come out naturally but it appeared as though that was going to be damn near impossible. Since the two of you were both famous - or related to someone famous in your case - it was incredibly hard for you to get any alone time together which meant rumours of you both dating spread instantly.

"I don't understand it, how could they know? I was careful." Taehyung whimpered as he looked down at the magazines on your coffee table, your heart sinking as you bit down on your tongue a little.

"It wasn't you, it was me. We thought we got rid of my stalker but we were wrong," You sighed running your hand over your face while Taehyung looked at you even more confused than before.

"Let me explain-"

"Yn, I already hired my lawyer they're going to find the source of the photos and we'll have them destroyed, and then we'll have them prosecuted." Your head shot over to the front door of your home to see your father - Ryan Reynolds standing there and he was pissed.

"Dad-"

"We'll get him this time and he'll pay for what he did," He told you sternly before a giant smile took over his face and he waved at Taehyung who was still a little starstruck.

"Taehyung, this is my dad. Dad...Taehyung." The two of them shook hands before getting to work on a game plan for your stalker and how to handle the media.

JUNGKOOK:

There had to be something wrong, your boyfriend's car was in your family's driveway and you practically sprinted into the house to see your father staring at your very scared-looking boyfriend. Jungkook looked as though he was seconds away from crying,

"Dad! You told me you'd leave him until I got back!" You yelled rushing over to your boyfriend and sitting beside him but as you went to take his hand Jungkook shook his head at you.

"I asked if he was using you to get closer to us for fame, have you even done a check on him?" You glared over at your father who was now standing with his hands on his hips,

"Yes. Dad. Because Jeon Jungkook from BTS is using us to get famous." You grumbled at your dad and stared at him, his mouth falling open a little as he realised his mistake.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Your dad asked a little softer, sitting in the armchair across from you and Jungkook as you gently rubbed your boyfriend's thigh.

"With all due respect, Sir, you didn't let me get a word out," Jungkook admitted before you glared at your dad.

"Please, call me Samual." He held out his hand for him to shake and the two of them reintroduced each other to one another.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 months

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Febuwhump - Day 24

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader

Prompt: "I'm doing this because I care about you"

Warning: language, angst

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“Excuse me?” Your dad sighed from his office chair, running his hand over his face. “I am not a little girl. I can take care of myself.”

“Y/N, he is a very nice young man. He’ll keep his distance and not interfere with your routine.”

“You hired me a damn bodyguard. Dad, I-”

“I’m doing this because I care about you,” he said. “It is not a punishment.”

You rolled your eyes, your dad leaning back in his chair. “He’s going to live with me at my apartment. A strange dude suddenly in my house. What are you thinking? You would never let that happen.”

His green eyes were hard, covering for the flicker of fear behind them.

“Dad, what’s going on? I’m an adult. You owe me that much.”

“I’m sorry but the less you know the better.” You shook your head, earning nothing more than a hardset jaw in response. “And he’s not moving into your apartment.”

“Good.”

“He’s moving into the house, along with you. Until this resolves itself.” You blinked your eyes rapidly, his own shutting.

“Excuse me? I am not-”

“Yes. You are. End of discussion. Now go pack for an extended stay or I’ll do it for you.”

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#febuwhump #day 24 #jensen x daughter!reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles fanfic

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scxrredgxrl · 18 hours

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This would be that interrupted ad that you won’t skip. 😉

Hey guys!! Well, I think it’s about time that I make a pinned post. I’ve been wondering for a while how to write it, how to properly transfer the thoughts in my head into words. When things get overwhelm in my head, I usually like to write it down on my notebook and draw a cloud frame around it. That’s exactly what I’ll do so bear with me :)

☁️ Introduction (Myself): I don’t share my real name here, but I’ve always use Eden as my alias because it sounds similar to my chinese name and with that said, I’m of chinese descent, living somewhere in South East Asia (SEA). I’m a ‘93 baby, single and straight. Height, 166cm and my weight is… 🤫😂 As for my chronic illness, I have Discoid Eczema and I think WebMD would explain it to you more better than I do xD

☁️ Introduction (My blog): My blog is obviously 18+ and MDNI. You can ask me any questions that you have but all I ask in return is that you ask me privately through my inbox or DM and keep it respectful. As for my posts, I will not be posting as frequently as I have been doing so far because the eczema has gotten worst and I don’t have the right headspace and heartspace to do so. But, I will always be here to check the messages and reply to them so you can still find me there.

☁️ My K!nks: I try to be an open-minded person and I love a good “experiment” time. So I would say that I don’t have a particular favorite and that I love a little bit of everything that is in the k!nky category.

☁️ Conversation with me: I love dirty-talking as much as the next person but for me, dirty-talk depends a lot on the right time, right flow and right vibe. Honestly, if you’re able to hold a deep conversation with me in the first place? You’re already halfway there to my heart. And if you need a few topic ideas;

•Dad Jokes •Fiction Books •TV Shows/Films/K-Dramas •Jensen Ackles •My Bucket List (Both normal and naughty ones) •Tell me about your pet dog

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That’s about it, and like I said, you can still reach me through my DM anytime. Stay healthy, play safe, and may you be k!nk!er than yesterday, my loves 💋😉

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jarchaeology · 2 months

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Could you please link me to the post where Josh Taylor saying wild things about Jackles' lips to a soap magazine? I went through your tags but was unable to locate it (obviously my research is not up to snuff!) Thank you!

i think you’re mixing up two different things. there’s this thing that josh taylor, jensen’s first tv dad, said about jensen:

and then there’s this rather memorable set of quotes from two of his female costars:

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anurst · 1 year

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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: memories of Russia start to resurface and you decided to take a step and talk to Pete. How does he react?

Pairing(s): jake seresin x (fem)(bradshaw) reader

Warning(s): language, PTSD, nightmares, daddy issues, absent father figure, violence/abuse against reader (don't read if you're not comfortable with violence/abuse)

Part 5: Tears for the father

It's cold. So very cold. Your body's shivering and your undergarments do little to provide you warmth. You don't know much time has passed and you feel your body fading. Shit, you want to be back in Oceanside with everyone. You want to be eating Mexican food at the Ruiz family restaurant with everyone and laughing. You want your family.

Your body's weak and you feel your eyes getting heavy. No, you can't close your eyes. If you do, you won't ever open them again. It doesn't sound so bad, now that you think about. You'll finally be with your mom and dad again. The pain has long since faded and you let out a shuddering breath. Jensen will understand. He and everyone will understand if you close your eyes. But, your heart aches. You don't want to leave them. Not yet. There's still so much you haven't done.

You think about how Bradley will find out. Will they show up at his doorstep with news of your death? Will it be your team who tells him? Is he even going to be the one to answer the door? Maybe his partner will, or his kid. A weak chuckle escapes your lips as you think of Bradley's potential children. Without a doubt he'd name them after your late parents.

Or maybe it's Pete who's doorstep they set on. Your beloved godfather. You remember your mom telling you that when you were born, Pete cried tears as he held your small body. He whispered sweet nothings to you as Nick asked him to be your godfather.

"My baby chick," a sweet voice says from somewhere in the dark, small room. You know that voice, you've heard it before. But, you don't who it belongs to. "It's okay," it reassures and you nod. It's ok to let go.

You head shoots up at the sound of footsteps coming closer. Not now, please, not now. You're not sure if you could survive another beating. Your breathing picks up before you force yourself to get a grip.

The door opens and you stare at the dark figure. The lights behind the person hide their face and you give them a smug grin. "Couldn't wait to see me again?" you muse, every part of your body aching. The figure snarls and steps into the room. They grab your hair and you yelp as you weakly hit their arm.

"Let's so how much you run your mouth this time, girl."

You jolt up from your bed and press a hand to your chest. It feels like your heart is gonna beat out of your chest. Your fingers curl around the ratty t-shirt that you're wearing. Jensen's scent fills your nostrils and you can feel yourself calm down. He gave you the shirt a while ago but it still smells like him.

The apartment is quiet when you decide to get up. A look at your alarm clock and you see it's 4:30 in the morning. Your body's still trembling and you grab your blanket. Quickly, you make your way to living room and open the cabinets under the TV. For the next couple minutes you're connecting wires to the TV before popping a DVD into the DVD player. You let the video play as you lean against your couch.

"Baby, you are beautiful. Just like your mama. You're smaller than your brother was when he born. You're like a baby chick! That's what I'll call you, baby chick. My chick." Nick's voice fills your apartment and tears immediately fill you eyes. "I'll always protect you, Chick. I'll always love you." You wipe your tears with the blanket and sniffle.

"I miss you, daddy." You take a deep breath as the video ends and a different one plays. A gentle smile takes over your face as you watch. A five-year old you cluelessly walks across the stage as a ten-year old Bradley and Pete cheer wildly from next to the camera. Carole's giggle can be heard and the camera momentaily shifts from you to them. It goes back to you and wide smile is on your face as you catch sight of your family. You excitedly wave to them and pout as a teacher ushers you off the stage and back to your seat.

You look at the clock hanging up on the wall and read the time. 5:02 AM. You contemplate the sudden thought you had and quickly get up, your blanket dropping to the ground. You rush to get your uniform on and send a quick text to Jensen to not come by later.

The air nips at your skin a little while you're making your way to the gym on base. It's early in the morning and there's only a few people up and around camp. You make it to the gym doors and take a deep breath. Ava's words from last night replay in your head and you open the door.

Pete's grunts are the first thing you hear when you enter. His hair is sweaty and sticking to his forehead. The punching bag swings back violently each time he strikes it and you whistle.

"Wouldn't wanna be that punching bag." Pete's eyes widen as he pants.

"Braidy?" he whispers and you frown a little at the sound of your first name. Pete scrambles to stay something else and you sigh. You take a seat on the bench press next to the punching bags.

"Wanted to come see you," is all you say and Pete nods. He grabs his water bottle from the ground and takes a couple chugs before he wipes his mouth.

"How—uh, how have you been?" Pete cringes at his words. Really? That's the best he can do? He's glad you giggle at his question instead of getting angry. Although, if you did, he'd understand.

You intertwine your fingers and look down at them. "Been better." Well, shit. This is awkward and you're vague replies aren't making this any easier.

"You've got a great team," is the best Pete can think of. He doesn't wanna scare you off. Internally, he's happy beyond belief that you're standing (well, sitting) in front of him. Externally, he's tense and apprehensive. He makes small movements as one would when dealing with a scared animal.

You nod at his compliment. "Been with them for a long time."

"I can tell. They certainly love you."

"Mhmm." You're still staring at your hands with your head down. Pete's lip twitches.

"You ok? You've got that look on your face." You finally look at him and laugh.

"I had this dream. Wasn't a good one and I was watching these old videos that I have. There was one of my kindergarten graduation and I just— needed to see you. Make sure you were real or something. I don't know." Pete frowns at your explanation and takes a step towards you. You flinch at the movement, but the older man isn't deterred. He slowly and softly places a hand on your head and crouches down. You let him wrap his arms around your body and close your eyes.

You've missed him. As much as you tried to deny that you didn't, you did. Pete feels like home. He feels safe. He feels like family. You don't realize you're crying until Pete's wiping away your tears, his own falling softly.

"Why—why'd you leave me?" you whisper, voice broken and timid. Pete frowns as he takes a seat next to you. He wraps his hand in yours and sighs.

"After you called me and told me that what happened with Bradley, I thought that if I left you, that you and Bradley would make up. You're brother and sister, you need each other."

"I needed my dad," you countered. You both stare at each other and Pete smiles softly.

"It hurt me to leave you. You were my little girl, blood or not." Silence follows as you and Pete just sit next to each other. You lick your lips and your leg starts to bounce.

"You and Bradley have been in Miramar for the past two years," you say and Pete let's go of your hand.

"Yes."

"Did you guys think of me while you were together."

"Braidy, I think of you all the time."

"You didn't answer my question."

Pete swallows deeply and a pit grows in the pit of his stomach. "We didn't talk about you." That's all you need to hear before you stand up. You wipe your nose and nod before walking to the door. Pete's quick to grab your wrist and you stop. "Braidy, we miss you. Bradley misses you. Please, just talk to him."

You scoff in response and rip your wrist out of his grip. "It was nice talking to you, Pete." You exit the gym as quickly as you can and walk. You don't where you're going, but you just keep walking.

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lucidlivi · 10 months

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Chosen For Pleasure (II)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

I barely remember anything he said after him asking me to lunch. I just remember he grabbed my phone putting in his number.

Holy Fuck. I had Jensen Ackles number.

I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't still curled up on our rundown sofa in our apartment.

"call me when you're on lunch break, see you soon Ms. (L/N)."

That brings us to now.

I'm standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the cafe down the block, checking my reflection one last time. It's not everyday a super hot billionaire asks you on a lunch date. I wiped off some excess lip gloss before walking out to meet him.

“I ordered you some coffee, I hope that’s okay?” He asks smiling.

I shake my head yes before sitting down in front of him nervously fidgeting.

What do I do with my hands? Why won't my knee stop bouncing?

He must've noticed, he shot a hand out and put it on my knee to keep it from bouncing.

"everything okay Ms. (L/N) you seem nervous?" He observes.

"I find you rather intimidating." I admit truthfully.

Jensen was quiet for a moment before leaning in close and whispering in my ear.

"you probably should."

I couldn't stop the chills that spread down my spine and the heat that flushed my face.

Jensen knew the effect he had on women, I think part of him gets off on it. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me squirm. I was still nervous sure but slowly staring to loosen up a bit.

"so tell me about you." He says, sipping from his coffee cup.

"there's not much to know about me, I've always been passionate about photography since I was a little girl, I uh met Stella when we were freshman in college and we've been roommates ever since. I eventually want to travel the world and photograph for vogue magazine." I said sipping my own coffee.

"what about your family?" He asked.

"my family? uh okay my dad died when I was nine and my mom never quite got over it." I murmured.

"what about yours?" I added.

"sorry sore subject." He said simply.

I didn't push, I didn't always like talking about my family either.

"okay it's my turn to ask you another question. where did you find my sd card, and how did you find out where I worked?" I asked swirling my finger around the rim of my coffee cup.

"As I was leaving I saw it laying on the ground. I asked the security guard in charge of the media, wasn't hard to find the location once I knew the name of the magazine." He simply answered.

I nodded slowly, it seemed like he was telling the truth but also like he was holding something back.

"and Stella's questions? ya know for someone who claims to not have a heart that was rather nice of you to fill out her entire questionnaire." I smirked looking up at him.

I didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but I can tell from the look on Jensen’s face that now he was the one who was nervous.

"I don't, it's just if people are going to write things about me in a magazine, I'd rather it be my words than theirs." He answered still keeping with his tough guy facade.

"I don't know I think you may just be romantic under all that toughness." I joked.

I could see his eyes furrow a bit.

"are you Ms. (L/N)?"

"am I what?"

"a romantic?" He clarified.

"I'm a photographer Jensen, I see the beauty in everything so I kind of have to be." I said biting my lip.

I could see his whole demeanor change.

"(y/n), I don't think I can do this." He said suddenly pushing his chair out and getting up.

I was completely confused, he asked me to lunch? Was it something I said.

"I'll walk you out." Jensen said grabbing my elbow and helping me up.

"hang on, did I say something wrong?" I asked.

He didn't answer, just continued to pull me out the door. He started to pull me down the sidewalk, in front of the cafe.

"Jensen wait." I growled, prying his hand off my elbow.

"Look (y/n), I don't do romance or relationships, okay, I do pleasure, nothing else. I'm sorry if you thought I was somebody else but I'm not. I'm not the man for you." He said quickly.

I stepped back from him. What did that even mean? He's a completely different person now than he was earlier. What changed?

"but just.." I started but all of a sudden a guy riding a bike flew past me.

Jensen grabbed my elbow pulling me in to his hard chest.

"you really need to be more careful." He grumbled as if it were my fault.

I couldn't believe him. Where was all this coming from? He was acting like a total asshole.

"Goodbye Jensen." I said ripping my arm from his grip.

I walked the couple blocks back to our office, not expecting him to follow. What the hell was his problem?

I do pleasure, nothing else.

What was that even supposed to mean? Like sex? He only wanted sex? A fuck buddy? I threw open the door huffing into the office. Stella ran over with a concerned look. I was about to open my mouth and tell her what happened when Gray came running over to us.

"there they are, my two favorite girls!" He said wrapping an arm around each of our shoulders.

"uh who are you and what have you done with our boss?" Stella asked giving him a raised brow look.

"This months magazine has only been out for four hours and is already flying off the shelves due to your article on Mr. Ackles." Gray said.

Ugh, hearing his name made me even more cranky. I can't believe I was embarrassed like that!

"I'm so proud and because of you wonderful ladies, I'm giving everyone the rest of the day off!" Gray added ruffling our hair before letting go and walking away.

"okay I hope he never does that again." Stella said fixing her hair.

I didn't say anything just stood looking at my shoes. My mind racing with everything that just happened.

"sooo, how did lunch go, I didn't expect you to be back this early?" Stella questioned.

I could feel the rage building.

"ugh what a pretentious asshole!” I yelled, causing others in the office to look at me strangely.

"that bad?" Stella seemed shocked.

"let's just go home please." I sighed grabbing my stuff.

I should've known it was too good to be true. I just wanted to forget any of this ever happened. I felt stupid, stupid and embarrassed. Stella was quiet as we got in to the car.

"Let's go out tonight." She said looking at me.

She can't be serious.

"Stell, I'm not exactly in the going out mood."

She frowned at me. Yep she was serious.

"exactly which is the precise reason of why you should, come on (y/n/n) so what Jensen turned out to be a dick like everyone says, I mean it would be more worrisome if he was that good looking and had nothing wrong with him. " She rambled.

"Stell?”

“Yeah?”

“YOUR NOT HELPING." I yelled making her roll her eyes.

"Okay then let's go out and celebrate Gray finally getting off our asses! (y/n) we made this months magazine, us! We deserve to celebrate that!" She pushed.

I sighed looking at my giddy best friend.

"you're not going to take no for an answer are you?" I grumbled in defeat.

If Stella was one thing, it was incredibly persistent and sometimes like now for example, annoying.

"nope, and that's why you love me, so what do you say roomie?"

"ugh fine, but just for a little bit, and I’m not drinking." I agreed turning up the music as she drove home.

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It was late in the evening now, Stella and I were getting ready to go to the club. I was in the bathroom fixing my hair. I really didn't feel like going out, but I knew it would make Stella happy.

“Stell, do you think this shirt is too revealing?” I asked looking at the red strapless top I wore.

“if anything it’s not revealing enough.” She joked coming in to stand beside me.

I was about to say something snarky back to her when someone rang our doorbell.

“I’ll get it, you finish getting dolled up!” Stella squealed heading for the door.

I heard her open the door, but no one talking.

“Stell who is it?” I asked coming out of the bathroom.

“not a who, a what. It’s a package for you. To Ms. (L/N).” Stella read.

nobody calls me Ms. (L/N). nobody but him. I look at the back of the card.

(y/n),

I’m really sorry for how things ended, please accept this as my token of apology.

-Jensen

How did he even know where we live!? I rolled my eyes hesitantly unwrapping the package.

“holy fuck Stell.”

“what?”

I pulled out the vintage polariod camera, one I could only dream of owning one day.

“this is super vintage, one of these costs easily thousands of dollars.” I said showing her the camera.

so he thinks he can buy my forgiveness and I’ll just forget about him being an ass… yeah not going to happen.

“I have to send this back Stella.” I said carefully setting down the old camera afraid of breaking it.

“not right now you don’t, right now you have to put on this lipgloss and go dance your cute ass off with your best friend, come on (y/n/n), forget Jensen and let’s live a little!” She pouted.

Gosh sometimes she could be such a child. I stood there silently giving her a defeated look. She uncapped the lipgloss and started swiping some on my plump lips, taking my silence as a go ahead.

“you’re quite annoying sometimes I hope you know that.” I joked checking my reflection in the mirror one last time.

“I know, it’s one of my many shining qualities.” She said pulling me towards the door to our awaiting Uber.

I sighed looking at the camera one last time before we shut the door.

I was so confused. Why apologize? Did he actually feel bad?

Or did he think I was going to run to the media and gossip about him? Was he trying to buy my silence?

Maybe Stell was right, I mean what harm could possibly come from forgetting, even if just for tonight. I impressed Gray, something I’ve been trying to do for months now. I deserved to celebrate that!

“okay miss moody, I’m going to need you to stop overthinking there and relax.” Stella said digging an elbow into my side.

I rolled my eyes at her.

“I’m thinking you were right, let’s have fun.”

“that’s my girl!” Stella cheered.

I could see the fluorescent lighting as we pulled up to the club. The music was so loud I could feel it pulsating through my skin as we entered, finding a table to set our stuff down at.

“yum yum look at all this eye candy.” Stella said licking her lips.

“mhm not bad.” I shrugged looking at the sweaty bodies drinking and dancing all around us.

A waiter comes in to our viewpoint carrying a tray with two shots on it. I looked at Stella confused as we’d only just arrived, not having time to order anything yet.

“ladies, compliments of that gentleman over there.” the waiter says pointing to a handsome gentleman.

He wasn’t as handsome as Jensen but definitely not bad. We gave him a small smile to which he returned.

“see not even five minutes here and you’re already getting attention.” Stella said grabbing the shot and throwing it back.

“please, how do you know he didn’t buy them for you?” I scoffed.

Stella was one of those girls that looked flawless without even trying. She garnered men’s attention wherever we went. I loved that for her.

“I’m not the one he’s giving the fuck me eyes to.” She smirked.

I nervously turned my head around to look at the handsome guy. He stood puffing a cigarette while making eye contact with me.

I turned back around quickly a brush spread to my cheeks.

“told you so.” she smirked.

I quickly picked up the shot, I know I said I wasn’t drinking but at this point I needed the liquid courage to help me through the night. I threw it back feeling the familiar burn in the back of my throat. Hmm a Scotch guy.

“oh god (y/n/n) he’s coming this way.” Stella said turning me around.

Sure enough the handsome stranger was walking towards me, a smirk playing on his lips. He gets closer muttering a quick hi. He leans in so I can hear him over the booming electronic dance song that plays through the speakers.

“can I just say you’re the prettiest girl that’s walked through this door tonight?” He said, his voice husky.

Stella was usually the one getting the male attention so I had no idea what to do now that it was focused on me.

“thanks, and thanks for the shots.” I quietly said in his ear.

“of course, want a drink gorgeous?” He asked.

I knew I probably shouldn’t be drinking so much especially drinks from a stranger, but part of me didn’t care.

I mean I was celebrating after all.

I look towards Stella however she was now grinding on a stranger, a full mixed drink now in her hand. I sighed. I wanted to forget. So I was going to forget.

“how about some more shots?” I whispered seductively.

I didn’t know where this was coming from, but it felt kinda good.

“I like how you think.. uh” he said realizing he didn’t get my name.

“(y/n).” I filled in for him.

“(y/n), I like that. I’m Sebastian.”

Sebastian walked over to the bar ordering us more shots. I glanced at Stella making sure she was okay. She caught my eyes mouthing a you go girl. Sebastian came back with four shots.

Whiskey.

I couldn’t help but think of Jensen, he smelled like Whiskey.

Fuck I'm supposed to be forgetting.

I quickly threw back the shots. I grabbed Sebastian’s hand pulling him over to where Stella was grinding on her guy. Our bodies moved in sync as his hands started to explore. It had been awhile since a man touched me in more than a friendly manner so the way his hands roamed around my hips and up my sides made the heat flush to my cheeks.

Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.

Whatever it was I liked it. It continues on this way, me throwing back shots while Sebastian's body clashed with mine.

“you’re so fucking hot, what I wouldn’t do to take you home.” He spoke biting his lip.

I was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol at this point. My head was getting a little fuzzy, my better judgement going out the window.

“I have to pee.” I said pulling Sebastian’s hands off my ass and starting to make my way to the bathroom.

I got to the back of the club to the bathrooms but of course there was a huge line for the women’s, there always was. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket bringing it to life. I had a missed call from my mom. I had to remember to call her back when I was sober.

But then his name caught my attention.

Jensen.

I scrolled over his contact information, meaning to delete his number.

I’m forgetting him.

I bit my lip as I hovered over the delete button. I hesitated though.

You know what, before I deleted him, I was going to give him a piece of my mind, knowing without the alcohol in my system I wouldn’t have this much courage again. I clicked the call button bringing it to my ear. It rang a couple times before his voice filled the speakers.

“(y/n)? What’s wrong? I hear music where are you?” He asked concerned.

“Mr. Ackles I just have to tell you that you can keep your stupid camera, I don’t want it.” I slurred trying to sound tough.

“God (y/n) have you been drinking, you sound drunk? Where are you?” He growled.

“uh yeah I’ve been drinking Mr. Grumpy Pants, and I'm dancing with a hot guy. And for your information he told me that I was the prettiest girl here tonight.” I laughed feeling the encouragement from the alcohol.

“(y/n) guys say things like that in hopes to get in your pants.” Jensen grumbled.

I could almost feel him rolling his eyes as he said that.

“well I might just let him cause he actually wants me.”

I could hear Jensen growl on the other end. I was really getting under his skin, which is exactly what I wanted.

“(y/n) tell me where you are right now.”

I could hear him breathing deeply, like he was trying to prevent himself from losing his cool.

“sorry no can do, I gotta go though it’s almost my turn to pee.”

“(y/n) I swear to god…”

I heard him start before I clicked end call. I felt satisfied with myself.

“I told him.” I said to a girl standing next to me.

She gave me an awkward smile that indicated she had no clue what I was talking about. I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. Jensen’s name flashing over the caller idea. I quickly answered bringing it to my ear.

“look man..” I started but he quickly cut me off.

“stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.” Jensen ordered.

“wait what? Jensen you can’t be serious? Jensen?” I spoke but I was met with only dial tone.

I tried to dial him again but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again with the same results.

He couldn't actually be coming here. Could he? How did he know where I was?

Oh god, I felt like I was going to be sick. I left my spot in line making my way outside the club. I needed some fresh air.

It was now after midnight and the air had grown colder. I rubbed my hands up and down my bare arms trying to get warmed up.

Sebastian came out of the club now standing in front of me.

"there you are, I thought you disappeared on me." He said wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"yeah sorry I'm just not feeling the greatest, needed some air." I slurred.

"well how about we go back to my place and I make you feel better?" Sebastian purred, rubbing his hands down my arms and sides.

I was never really going to go home with him, I'm not that reckless. Now that I know Jensen is potentially coming, I wanted to get away from Sebastian as quick as possible.

"I don't think that's a good idea." I said firmly without slur, pulling away from him slightly.

"oh come on baby, I promise to take care of you." He pressed, pulling me back in so I was trapped between his chest and his arms wrapping around my lower back.

"no, no I'm okay." I said trying to push him away.

"come on.."

"she said NO."

It all happened in a blur.

Jensen showed up grabbing Sebastian's shoulder throwing him off of me. Sebastian clattered to the ground with a thud. Jensen stood in front of me, blocking me from Sebastian. I could see his back muscles clenching as he huffed in anger.

"what the hell is your problem bro?" Sebastian seethed.

"my problem bro is you trying to take advantage of someone who can't even stand up straight." Jensen yelled causing other patrons to look our way.

I scoffed.

"uh for your information I can stand up perfectly fine."

Of course as I said that, I stumbled forward a bit, right into Jensen. He wrapped a protective arm around my waist, holding me still in his side.

Sebastian looked at him up and down, as if he was sizing him up.

"whatever, no piece of ass is worth this much hassle." Sebastian said standing up and brushing the dirt off his clothes.

"I'll have you know my ass is really nice sir." I defended, but that was just the alcohol talking.

Jensen put a hand over my mouth quickly.

"(y/n) stop talking, and let's go." Jensen growled giving me a warning scowl before starting to lead me away.

I probably should stop talking.

"It wasn't like the bitch was going to put out anyways." Sebastian called after us.

Jensen stopped us in our tracks. I could hear his breathing start to pick up again. Jensen unwrapped his arm from my waist before turning around and launching a punch right to the side of Sebastians face. Sebastian fell down hard, not expecting Jensen to strike him. Jensen leaned down and whispered something I couldn't make out. It was all too much, the alcohol now effecting my stomach.

"I think I'm.." I started but wasn't able to finish as I emptied my stomach right there on the sidewalk.

In this case most men would jump back in disgust, but not Jensen. He ran behind me grabbing my long hair, holding it back so I wouldn't get messy. I hurled again, feeling like absolute shit.

"ugh please don't look at me." I told him before puking again.

He didn't say anything, just rubbed my back with one hand and held my hair with the other, once I thought I was done, I slowly stood up leaning in to him. I had no energy to hold myself up at this point.

"come on, lets get you out of here." He said into my ear.

"but wait, Stell, I can't just leave her." I groaned in pain, my throat raw from my puking episodes.

"I already got her in a cab back to your place." He spoke pulling me towards a car.

He gently put me in the back seat before climbing in beside me.

"Lay your head in my lap and relax." He said running his hand through my hair.

I slumped over in his lap, letting the effects of the night wash over me. I felt so weak, my muscles ached. I sighed relaxing in to his hand. My eyes slipping closed, my mind slipping into darkness.

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The blinding light from the sun, woke me out of my deep sleep. I clutched the duvet closer to my body, slowly fluttering my eyelashes open. I groaned as I tried to move, everything hurt.

Oh god, I'm never drinking again.

I looked down, not immediately recognizing the bed I was in. The sheets and comforter just felt expensive. I sat up trying to get a view of my surroundings. I was definitely in a hotel room, but not just any hotel room.

Jensen's luxury suite.

I looked down at my body, I was shocked to find out my pants were discarded, and I was wearing a large Metallica shirt. My cheeks flushed red. I didn't remember getting undressed last night. Jensen must've undressed me. I felt so embarrassed.

The bathroom door opening startled me. Jensen came out, a pair of black sweatpants snug on his hips. He was shirtless, and water droplets, dripped from the end of his hair, down his toned chest. I couldn't help the way my eyes raked up and down his body. I bit my lip staring at the gorgeous man stood before me.

"how are you feeling?" He asked, pulling out some ibuprofen, and a glass of water.

"like, I've been hit by truck, but nothing that I don't deserve." I said gratefully taking the pain medication and water.

Jensen watched me intently as I swallowed both the pills he gave me.

"uh did you uh undress me?" I asked addressing the elephant in the room.

"I had to, you threw up all over yourself and me." He said.

I felt the heat go all throughout my body in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that." I piped up.

"It could've been a lot worse, what were you thinking getting drunk like that." He growled crossing his arms.

Wait was he seriously mad at me? He's the one that told me he didn't want to do this.

"you can't seriously be mad at me for going out." I scoffed.

Who does he think he is?

"well I am mad (y/n), I'm palm-twitchingly mad. I'm all for drinking and having a good time but you put yourself at serious risk last night, how could you be so stupid?" He yelled.

"okay that is so not fair." I yelled back.

"you're lucky I was there, and your lucky all I did was throw a punch." Jensen seethed breathing deeply in anger.

I was about to make a rude comment back, but I realized he was right, I was lucky he was there. Had Sebastian pushed further, I wouldn't have been able to fight him off. I was so confused. He pushes me away but then comes to rescue me. What did he want?

"why am I here Jensen?" I asked looking at his clenched jaw.

Jensen stared at me intently as if trying to formulate an answer, or an excuse, I wouldn't know which is which. It was a moment before he responded.

"It seems I'm incapable of leaving you alone." He said turning away from me.

Holy Fuck.

I felt my heart rate increase and the heat igniting my skin.

"then don't." I whispered biting my lip.

"(y/n), I told you..." He started but I cut him off.

"you don't do relationships, I know, but that doesn't mean we can't have anything." I said surprising him, even surprising myself.

Jensen didn't respond, I looked up at him to see him grabbing a piece of toast spreading some jam on it.

"you need to eat something, you threw up a lot last night." He said handing me the toast and ignoring what I said.

I hesitantly took it from him, biting off the corner. He sat down on the bed staring up at me, as if he were checking that I was actually going to eat it. He had a commanding presence and I didn't know whether to be incredibly intimidated or incredibly turned on.

"I'm really sorry you had to deal with me, I hope I didn't disrupt your night too much?" I questioned hesitantly looking at him.

"just my sleeping arrangements, I'm not use to sharing a bed.

Holy Fuck.

"we uh slept together?" I asked.

"well you slept in the bed and I slept in the bed so if you want to call that sleeping together then yeah." He said taking a bite off the other corner of my toast.

"we uh didn't do anything did we, just slept?" I asked in a shaky breath.

Jensen leaned in close to my ear. I could feel his breath on me, making shivers run down my spine.

"no, you see when I fuck, I like my women to be conscious and consenting, besides if we did, believe me baby you'd definitely be feeling it right now." He whispered seductively.

I couldn't help but clench my thighs together at his words.

Holy Fuck.

I was speechless. I felt the heat spread between my legs, and the breath get caught in my throat. I bite my lip looking in his eyes.

"so is that all you want, someone to pleasure you?" I spoke softly not trusting my own voice.

"that's part of it, but that's not entirely all there is to it." He said.

"then what else?"

Jensen smirked looking down at me biting my lip. He towered over me even sitting.

"why? are you interested?" He asked cocking his eyebrow.

I shuddered at his husky voice. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"maybe, what do I get out of it?" I asked feeling a burst of confidence.

"Me." He smirked putting his large hand on my bare thigh.

Holy Fuck.

I gotta stop thinking the word Fuck.

"that's quite pretentious of you Mr. Ackles...but say I am interested, are you going to clue me in on the rest?" I asked seductively cocking my head to the side.

Jensen wore a shit eating grin, like he had me exactly where he wanted me.

"not right now, I have to go into the office, and I want to take things slow." He laughed getting up.

I breathed out a shaky sigh.

Fucking tease.

God this man was doing things to me. He threw me my clothes that were now freshly laundered.

"get dressed, I'll take you home." He smirked.

I got off the bed heading in to his large ensuite bathroom. I grimaced at my reflection in the mirror, my hair was a mess, my makeup smeared. I splashed some water on my face and ran a wet hand through my hair to hopefully flatten some of the flyaways. I slowly pulled my pants back on, discarding his shirt and replacing it with mine. I grabbed some mouthwash he had on the counter, swishing it around to get the taste of alcohol and vomit out of my mouth. I bit my lip looking in the mirror.

This was crazy.

I hesitantly grabbed the door handle slipping out. Jensen now stood in a suit and tie, looking as handsome as ever. God he looked good.

"ready?" He asked looking down at me.

I nodded my head having to peel my eyes away from his body. I had to stop staring before I did something I regretted.

He put a hand to the small of my back leading me out the door and to the elevator. I didn't have to look at him to feel his gaze on me as we waited for the elevator.

We walked in when it arrived, standing side by side but extremely close. The air between us was thick and heavy. I bit my lip trying my hardest not to look up at him, and fiddled with my hands at my sides.

"you know what fuck slow."

I gasped as Jensen grabbed my hands pinning them above my head and me to the back of the elevator, his lips crashing in to the arch of my neck. He kissed it roughly, trailing kisses up my neck along my chin and back down again. I moaned as his core pressed in to mine, his mouth traveling further down to my collarbone. He sucked on a especially sensitive spot making me whimper in pleasure.

Fuck did he know what he was doing.

He pulled away just as the elevator doors opened, a couple other men in suits walking in. He stood beside me smirking at the thought of getting caught. I hope I didn't look as flustered as I felt.

Only one thing was running through my head.

Holy Fuck.

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sameschmidtdiffname · 3 months

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feeling a bit weird asking this request since i haven't actually seen anyone write such a thing, but i'd like to ask for something about the parent figure!mike (NOT SMUT OFC), maybe something he's the reader's father or brother or something, if it's not something you could write just ignore !!! (i'm also not a native speaker so i apologize if it sounds impolite i always have this problem :/)

Girl have you read my fics?? Do NAWT come on here talking about feeling weird for a request when I have written shit that's sending me to super hell with Jensen Ackles or whoever played the angel guy from Supernatural. (I hope that joke made sense, I'm not in that fandom </3)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Fresh off the press for you pookie <3 (BTW, your English js great and you weren't demanding at all!! Seriously, don't feel bad 😊)

Same Shit, Different Schmidt

Dad! Mike & Gender Neutral! Reader

(This gif always sends me, I'm sorry)

Summery: You are a stubborn ass and Mike is not here to put up with that shit. Where'd you get this attitude, anyways? Is it so hard to just listen?

Tags: No use of Y/N, Reader is Mike's child, this is lowkey a sequel to 'What's One More?' but that is absolutely not required to read this, sickness, reader almost passes out, slight angst, Mike takes care of reader, Mike has a come to Jesus moment, mentions of arguing, injury, underage drinking, Abby and Mike go at it at one point, just a cute lil drabble :)

Notes: it feels illegal to post something so short. Is this allowed?? Anyways, this was so cute to write! Definitely a new approach. I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the request anon, I always love getting them 💗

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"I'm fine," you groaned emphatically, trying to to rise from the bed, musty from your body's sweat during the night.

"You are not fine, do not bullshit me," Mike scolded. His hands pressed you back onto the bed, his scowl growing as he feels your temperature through your moist shirt. "When did this start?"

"I told mom my throat hurt last night and she gave me some ibuprofen. It's seriously just a cold," you said, trying one more time to rise from the bed.

"You always get a sore throat before you get sick, have since you were a kid. When did the fever start?" His hand feels freezing against your clammy forehead, making you shy away to avoid the chills that threaten you.

"Not hot."

"You want me to call your mom so you can gaslight her, too?" His tone is firm and threatening. "Is there something you're trying to get away with here or...?"

"I have tech tonight for my show, I can't miss," you finally admit. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike quickly cuts you off.

"No. Out of the question," he said.

"Dad, I'll get in trouble-"

"You will get everyone else sick and then what? I said no," he said firmly. But when he sees the way you sink into the bed, eyes sad and finally accepting the situation, he thinks of your mother acting in a similar manner or Abby when she was your age with the same attitude. It makes him relent, pressing his lips tight together. "What do you need me to do?" He asked, voice softer as he strokes your cheek. Your eyes brighten for a moment, a smile breaking out. "You're not going, I'm just asking what I could do to help."

You sink into the bed once more, crossing your arms.

"My director is gonna hate me," you mumble.

"I will deal with her, or she will deal with me. I promise you one's better than the other," he said. At that you crack a smile, finally looking at him.

"Mom's not gonna be pleased either," you said.

"Mom's not gonna let you go either," he said. "I'm getting the thermometer and then I'm moving you to the living room so I can watch you better. You get control of the TV as your consolation prize."

You twirl your finger in the air, rolling your eyes as emit a mocking 'yay,' glaring at him as he shoots the same glare down at you, walking out of the room and slipping his phone out of his pocket to call your mother.

"How upset are they?" She asked on the other side of the phone. He could hear the office chatter going on around her as he searched through the cabinets for the supplements they kept in stock.

"They're not thrilled. Not planning my death yet, but it's coming," Mike huffed. "Is it elderberry that helps with sore throats?"

"Elderberry makes it worse after you get sick, helps before. Don't give them that," she said. There's a slight pause before she adds "You realize this attitude is inherited?"

"Oh," he groaned, sucking on his teeth. "I wasn't gonna throw you under the bus like that."

"I helped raise Abby, do not pin this on me," she laughed.

"I don't deny sickness," Mike said.

"I can name five seperate instances where you did," she countered. Mike froze for a moment, trying to remember. "Just go easy on them. Remember you're dealing with your kid."

"And yours," he countered.

"Supposedly," she teased.

"I'm pretty sure that was you I knocked up."

"But are you sure?"

"Well, there was that one time with your mom."

She laughed. "Have them text me when they can. I'll deal with director, she knows me better."

"Thanks. She terrifies me. Kinda get why they don't wanna miss," Mike admitted. With a quick laugh and a quicker goodbye, Mike clicks off the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He gathered the vitamins in a small cup, grabbed the other needed items and made his way back to the room that used to house his little sister.

"Okay, Mom's dealing with director and is willing to grab dinner of your choice if you'll-" Mike trails off at the sight of your empty bed, worry prickling through and tainting the annoyance rising in his chest. He calls your name, turning to look for you before his ears tune in on the shower running in the bathroom. He sighs, placing the items on your bedside table and making his way to the living room. All is well until about ten minutes after the water shuts off, when he heard a small but sure 'thud' ring from the room.

"Honey?" He called. Nothing.

He rises from his chair, his mind trying to remind himself to stay calm and not jump to its automatic thoughts of harm and anxiety as he walked quickly to the door.

"If you don't answer I'm coming in," he warned. The quiet groan on the otherside is all he needed to quickly open the unlocked door, trying not to panic as he catches sight of you curled up on the floor with your head between your knees.

"I'm fine," you said quietly. "Got dizzy." Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly and it's clear how disoriented you are. Your hair doesn't even look properly washed.

Mike's arms are comforting, familiar and protective as he carefully lifts you up, taking you to the couch as though you weigh nothing to him. When his mind is racing like this, you may as well not.

"What were you thinking?" He asked in a panicked voice. "I told you you weren't going."

"My director hates me and tech is like, our biggest practice. I can't miss," you insisted, barely able to stand the light shining through the open windows. The couch is cool against your skin, the old leather offering relief. Mike had brought it home a few years back, a surprise he'd found at a thrift store with your help. Still pricey but a Christmas gift for everyone in the house. Your mother shook her head as she finally agreed maybe the couch that was as old as her needed to be replaced.

"Your mom is dealing with her and she's gonna deal with you next if you don't listen to either of us," Mike said. He ran back to your room, collecting the items and returning to your side before you could even respond. "Can you just let us take care of you?"

Oh. Oh. Fine, okay. There it is. He hears it now, that point your mother had just been making.

As the thermometer takes longer than he'd like to beep, he sighs at the sight of you looking like death on the couch. "You get this attitude from me," he finally sighed. You raise your brow quizzically, waiting for him to continue. A soft noise emits from the device. Mike takes it from your mouth and scowls at the number that flashes back at him. He hands you a now room temperature cup of throat coat tea with three ibuprofen to help with the fever before he takes your hand.

"Did I tell you about the time your mother had to drag me to the emergency room for stitches on my forehead?" He asked, smiling. You snort, taking another sip of your drink. "It happened when you were little. I don't even think you were two. Abby was going out with this idiot and figured out how to take out the screen in her window so she could sneak out without any of us knowing. This girl was bad news, I mean-"

"Aunt Abby?" You asked.

"What? No. No, the girl she was going out with, Lisa Browning. Had her come home with a belly button piercing once, I wasn't happy about that. Anyways, Abby decided that she was going to this party one night and I'd found her bed empty halfway through the night while I was going to check on you. Well, I decided I was gonna wait for her in her room with the lights off until she got home. So I sat in front of her window and eventually got tired, so I shut my eyes. Figured it couldn't hurt. Took a couple hours, but eventually your mother woke up and my side of the bed was empty and she heard this loud as fuck noise from your aunts room. This is like four in the morning, mind you," he said. "So she jumped out of bed and heard your aunt yelling, saw some guy in dark clothes on the floor, open window and the lights are off, and she's still wiping sleep out of her eyes."

"Oh no," you groaned.

"Oh yes. Grabbed some metal Eiffel Tower thing on Abby's desk and just swung at my head. Hurt like a bitch," he laughed, you joining in as much as you could without hurting your throat. "It was a good hit. I think she realized it was me when I grabbed her ankle and hollered her name cause she stopped right after that. Wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't stop bleeding."

"So did Abby get in trouble?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? I was even more pissed, I chased her down the hallway after her girlfriend climbed in and fell on top of me. I was ready to kill her. Your mother had to drag me and her into the car, go back and grab you and deal with us screaming at each other all the way to the hospital. Not that I wanted to go, I was fine with just pressing a dishcloth to the thing and carrying on with my plan to rip my sister a new one. She had to threaten us both to actually get me inside, and I only conceded because I was too dizzy to object by that point. I think the nurses assumed she was insane. I mean, kid on her hip, dressed in pajamas with some drunk teenager bickering with a guy bleeding from his head at the crack of dawn. I'm surprised no one called the cops. They did have to almost seperate Abby and I, though. Which just upset me more."

"How did they get you to calm down?" You asked.

"Your mother handed you to me while she walked Abby to a bathroom so she could take a go at her. And you were all upset anyways because I wasn't paying attention to you and you didn't understand why the nurses were fuckin' with me or why I was upset. Once I had you in my arms I refocused, calmed down a good bit. Someone brought me a book to read you and we got to focus on that while they prepped me for stitches," he said the last part softly. "I was so glad when Abby got out of her teen rebellion phase."

"She ruined mine," you joked.

"Yeah. She used pretty much every trick in the book, so we were ready for you. Sorry," he said.

"It's fine, I don't like parties."

"I don't either."

Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, typing a quick response before refocusing on you. "Your mother wants to know what you're thinking for dinner," he said.

"Chinese?" You asked.

"That comes from your mom's side," he smiled. "She'll be pleased."

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Short but sweet. This was a fun one :)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Just One Look

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

You sit against the wall, perched in a nest of textbooks, notes, and your laptop. Jensen's small bed has become HQ for your operation; cramming for final exams until your head splits.

You flutter back and forth, jotting down notes, scrolling through articles on the screen, furrowing your brow until your head hurts. You're encased in your fastidious fit as the door opens, barely breaking through the shell of your focus. It isn't until Jensen says your name that you manage to tear yourself away.

"Hey," you smile at him as the smell of caramel fills the room, two tall cups in a cardboard tray in his hand, "what's all this?"

"I told you. Recharge time," he grins, "and a few extra goodies."

He wiggles free one cup and hands it over, then takes one of the paper bags and sets in beside your laptop.

"Ugh, I'm gonna be so fat," you bemoan, not really bothered by the extra sugar.

"Me too," he sits on the edge of the bed, "so, how's it going? Are you an expert yet?"

"Shut up," you stick your tongue out, "you and your photographic memory."

"Hey, the lord blessed me in many ways," he winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Oh my god, you're a dweeb."

"Well, I was talking about you," he smirks, "but also yes, there is a lot of Jensen to go around."

"Right," you roll your eyes and giggle, "stop trying to distract me."

"I'm not distracting you, I'm teasing you. The difference is that while you're sitting there trying to focus on English Lit or whatever dead guy you're reading about, you're fighting not to think about what's in my jeans--"

You grab your copy of Wuthering Heights and throw it at him. He deflects it as he stands, cackling as you feel your cheeks burning. He barely keeps from dribbling coffee down himself as he strikes a pose.

"So shirt on or off."

"Really! I don't have time for this, Jen."

"Ah, come on, we both know you're gonna ace this shit," he flexes his chest, giving it a look as he watches his tee strain, "and I mean... I'm into the whole bookworm thing you got going on right now."

"Stop!" You shout.

"Alright, alright," he relents, showing a palm as he takes another gulp, "I'll wait... I've waited this long."

"I'm sorry, Jake," you sit back and peel away the plastic tab on the lid, "I'm not meaning to... make you wait. It's just I've been so busy and tired and stressed and--"

"I'm not complaining. Waiting makes the heart grow fonder. That's Dickens, right?"

"I think it's a proverb but I don't know," you shrug, "still, it's not that I don't want to... do stuff it's... I'm... nervous."

He looks down and arches a brow, "heh, me too. I know I talk a big game but, yeah."

"Let's just let it happen whenever it does... oh, did I mention, I'm staying on campus for the holiday. Trip home is too expensive."

"Really? That's great."

"Great?" You wonder.

"Yeah, I didn't feel much like seeing my dad, anyway. He just likes to ask me why I didn't get a football scholarship. And the divorce is a bit intense."

"You don't have to stay for me--"

"Nah, really, you're giving me a solid excuse," he pulls up the rolling chair from his desk and sits, "and I mean, I can't think of a better way to enjoy my time off."

"Uh, yeah, awesome," you smile, pushing your shoulders up bashfully, "well, if I even make it through exams."

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Your nerves swirl in your stomach. It's not just your usual pre-exam jitters, but the prospect of seeing Steve --Professor Rogers, after your last encounter. You keep your chin tucked down as you join the queue waiting outside the exam room, hugging your purse strap as you sway back and forth.

Rogers appears down the hall, greeting students by name, as he struts down to unlock the room and props the door open. You wait until a few others part from the wall to join the building wave of bodies shuffling inside. As you pass the professor, he sniffs, almost a tut, as if to deride you in particular.

You leave your bag along the front and find a seat along one of the curved rows. The professor waits for the clock to run out as he hands out the examinations, row by row, then starts the usual explanation of the rules, time limit, et cetera. You fidget in your seat, passing down the stack of papers for the next person to take one. You just want this to be done with.

As Professor Rogers calls for you to begin, you put your head down and flip the front page. You're ready. Your confidence in the material isn't undercut by the controversy. You won't let it.

Your hand hurts with the tightness of your endless scrawl. Short answer, then the big essay. The hall is silent and thick with the tension of students sighing and yawning over their finals.

You stop to think about your final argument and lift your head without thinking. You scrunch your brow and nose as you try to untangle the words in your head and your eyes meet Rogers'. You're shaken by the intensity of his stare. He doesn't move, he doesn't look away, his attention bores into you and has you cowering over the paper.

Fuck. He's definitely still upset. Well, so are you. He screwed you out of an income. You just hope you hear back from the tea shop about your resume. It's your last hope outside of commuting to the nearest McDonalds to sling burgers.

You shake it off, or try to. You finish the last portion of the essay but don't get up right away. You don't want to be the first to leave. You also don't want to walk up to Rogers alone.

So you wait, pretending to read over your booklet until you send a shadow rise from down the next row. You watch patiently. The first inspires a second and you get up, sidling down to the aisle to follow the trickle of students. You approach Rogers and hold out your booklet. He stares at it a moment before he takes it and flips to the first page, reading the first question.

He finally looks up as you start to back away, "good luck."

His words hang in the air and you flinch. The stone in his eyes crushes you. There's something in them, a promise, a threat. You back up and turn, fighting to stay calm as you reclaim your bag from against the wall.

At least it's over.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #au #professor au #professor!steve #one #marvel #mcu #captain america

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livebloggingmydescentintomadness · 1 year

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the cockles masterlist, part 6

now split in SIX parts for link limit reasons

WARNING: this post glitches and crashes on mobile. it’s recommended you view this on your desktop, or at least on your mobile browser rather than the app. if my desktop theme is hard on your eyes, try an extension such as Just Read or Reader View to customize the layout and colors.

if you’re still having trouble viewing, or if you don’t want to have to switch between the five posts, here’s all of the links compiled into a google doc.

welcome to the cockles masterpost, a labor of love/insomniac hyperfixation.

i recently wrote this cockles manifesto, but after it got a lot of notes and i kept adding more links to it, i decided i should just go through my 8 years of archives and compile all the cockles posts in a much more accessible and navigable way. after everything with the series finale and destielgate, i figured we could use some happiness, and it turns out there are a lot of people who’ve never heard the cockles gospel.

important disclaimer: yes, i do think that jensen and misha have a private romantic/sexual relationship, but no i do not, in any way, think that they have ever cheated on their wives. we think they are polyamorous, which is a real and valid thing, and misha is openly poly. some people love more than one person, and that’s okay. their families are close and we love and support all of them.

second important disclaimer: despite the amount of innuendo below, this is not about fantasizing about two hot guys fucking. cockles is about the joy of witnessing two people who love each other and make each other happy and are disgustingly cute together. we’re not fetishizing, we’re just appreciating what they publicly share with us.

third important disclaimer: because some of y’all don’t know, the cardinal rule of cockles is that we don’t talk to cockles about cockles. DO NOT leave any comments on their social media accounts implying anything. not even green and blue hearts. they know that we know, but it’s on us not to make it weird. if we’re too obvious and say too much, they might start sharing less. don’t say anything.

for the sake of my sanity, these are in no particular order.

last updated: 3/8/23

🐚 denotes new content

part 1 (That’s Suspicious, mishananigans)

part 2 (#pray4jensen, gag reel hijinks, some posts i’ve written about cockles and rps)

part 3 (know your cockles history, the intimacy)

part 4 (the glory of jibcon)

part 5 (just for cute)

the glory of jibcon continued:

jib11 opening ceremony whispers and giggles

jensen turning his back as misha walks up to hug him | more gifs | video

"just swallow it" "he's always giving that advice" | video

"[danneel] does refer to misha as her boyfriend. which is funny, because so do i." | more gifs | video | fan discussion of this moment

misha sitting on the floor to watch jensen sing, jensen getting shy

"i think you look nice and dapper" ... "then [jensen] went in for a kiss and i was like, whoa!" "hey, when in rome!"

the destiel song they improvised together | video | gifs minus lyrics

big dad angry machine

"i've been haunted by those bear underwear for some time"

jensen "woo!"ing when misha mentions gotham knights

jensen's face going soft when he looks from jared to misha | video

after misha says a unicorn toy is vibrating "for her pleasure", jensen pretends to sit on it | gif

misha moves his chair further away, jensen scoots his closer | video | “what are we doing? am i coming over?”

jensen spinning the wheel then staring at misha for ten seconds straight | video | photos

jensen tells everyone to stop cheering for misha to sing after misha makes it clear he doesn't want to | gifs + bonus “there goes jared with his job security” 👀

jensen winking at misha

jensen saying he's going to plan a big birthday party for misha's 50th, which is more than a year away | video

"you're my canary" | video

whispers and laughing (feat. misha's missing tooth) | photos

"i love those dishes" "you love those bitches??"

misha hyping jensen's new album | video

"my caretaker tells me i had a very nice birthday."

jensen staring at misha’s ass when he bends over

"this is our song"

roasting jared for bragging sam is tougher than dean | gifs

jensen staring at misha before making a birthday wish

riffing on “the european version of spn”: one, two, three, four

chatting about taking their families to amusement parks, jensen refers to misha as ‘daddy’

jensen’s nickname kink in full swing at jib11

12 years of jibcon secrets

head-leaning selfie with briana buckmaster | edit

2023 jibcon11 tag

just for cute (continued):

adorable photo ops: 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94

2012 spn wrap party photo

300th episode red carpet flirting

"misha decided jensen was the gift" photo op

hand measuring photo op

#cockles #cockles masterlist #misha collins #jensen ackles #mine

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Question: [tells story about her father who passed away shortly after the show ended and how she got her dog shortly before that and therefore on rewatch related to Sam with Miracle in the finale] During that episode my dad kept asking me, like, 'Oh my God,' - the question is lighter than the introduction, he asked me, like - 'that dog has such great chemistry with the boys, like how do they do this? Is that their dog?' He wanted to know what it was like, what it's like to have a dog on set?

Jared: Amazing. I'm sorry for your loss. I'm glad y'all had that together. With the dog who played Miracle, they're very well trained dogs, you know? They're trained - and we've had dogs in episodes throughout the years. And so the chemistry between an animal and an actor on set? Is really whether or not the actor or actress feels comfortable with whatever the animal is. Whether it's a horse or a dog or a cat or

Auudience shouts: a snake!

Jared: A what? A spade? A snake! Fuck that! [laughs] Yeah. So I have a chicken coop down in Austin, well, Gen and I have a chicken coop. And got a picture of a huge snake - maybe she'll post it or I'll post it - in our chicken coop laying on top of the eggs. Not eating them, but just waiting to see if, like, a rat came? To eat the rat. It wasn't a poisonous snake, but still would mess you up. I'm like, man, I dunno. But with Miracle, as a for instance, Jensen and I both love dogs, y'know? And so bringing a dog to set, it's like, 'Ohhh!' Like I'll walk down the street and someone's walking a dog and I'll be like, 'Can I pet your dog?!' Like who is this weird lookin' dude. And so it was more just, they introduce you first, and they teach you certain things - like they teach you how that dog has learned to come or to sit or to stay. And you'll do it in character, but the dog - dogs are all energy? Like they just feel if you're scared, they feel if you're excited, they feel if you're friendly. And I think Jensen and I were just so happy to be around a dog on set? Like I had to look at his face for fifteen years, I was like, oh, at least I get a pretty dog. I'm tired of Ackles. And so it was great, it was great to have that pup there. Thank you for sharing your story, I'm sorry for your loss.

Jared: What's up, Susan?

New Question: Hi! So did you just call me Susan? It's [?] on my pass and I [?] -

Jared: I know, that was the joke, because you crossed out s-a-n. You didn't get the joke! I just called Jensen ugly, I'm not being serious right now!

#jibcon 2024 #jared saturday panel

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 months

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Imagine...Tailgating With Your Family

Pairing: Jared x daughter!reader (with Uncle Jensen)

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“Dad,” you groaned as he tugged you along through the parking lot. “Oh my God. Dad.”

“Am I embarrassing you?” he teased. “Come on, you used to love tailgating the games last year.”

“Well now I actually go to this college so you know, odds are I see someone I know,” you said.

“You want to sneak a beer while mom’s not looking or not?” he asked.

“Oh mom doesn’t care,” you said. “She says don’t be a dumbass is all.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll be on as good of a behavior as you are,” you said with a smile.

“Had to be a little smartie,” he mumbled, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into a noogie.

“Dad.”

“There’s some cute boys over there. Want me to say hi?” he laughed.

“I will murder you,” you said, your dad chuckling as he stopped at the back of the Ackles’ truck.

“Who we murdering?” asked Jensen, sipping on his beer from his lawn chair.

“Father. Potentially,” you said.

“You just let me know when and where, kiddo,” said Jensen.

“Dude,” said your dad, taking a beer out of the cooler.

“Eh, I’m joking. Mostly,” said Jensen, your dad rolling his eyes as he handed you a beer. “Oh. Look at the rebel.”

“Uncle Jay,” you said. “You literally gave me my first-“

“Ahhhhhh,” he said, Jared crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “Your child is delusional.”

“Well I knew that,” said your dad, digging through the back of the truck and tossing some sunscreen at you.

“Dad.”

“Don’t complain when you get a sunburn then,” he said.

You groaned as he smirked, heading over to the grill close by.

“You do burn pretty easy, kiddo,” said Jensen.

“I know, I know,” you said, rubbing some cream into your skin. He stood up and got the back of your neck and shoulders where you’d missed a few spots. “Where are the kids?”

“Bathroom trip. You know that guy over there is checking you out,” he said.

“No he isn’t,” you said, cracking open your beer. You took a sip, Jensen chuckling as he walked over towards the grill. “Tell dad I want a hotdog please.”

“Mhm,” he said.

You felt a poke on your shoulder and you spun around, staring straight at Billy Dalton’s bare chest.

“Hey, Padalecki,” he said with a smirk.

“Hi,” you said, forcing your head to stay up and not at his shirtless chest.

“You mind if I borrow some of that sunscreen?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, handing over the tube.

“Thanks. I didn’t think you were much into football,” he said.

“My family’s always been super into UT football since we moved here,” you said.

“I thought you were local,” he said.

“I had an untraditional childhood,” you said with a smile. “But I’ve been here since middle school.”

“Me too. I was always too tiny to play football at my school if you can believe it,” he said.

“Really? I totally thought you were a jock...and that sounded so bad.”

“It’s cool, Padalecki. I played baseball and I got a 4 on my AP English test. Complete package right here,” he said.

“Seriously? No one in my school scored a 4,” you said.

“Life was very interesting being the dorky cool guy,” he said. “Trying to leave that behind now that we’re in college and all that.”

“You’re an English major, right?”

“Education. I’d like to be an English teacher though,” he said.

“My grandma was an English teacher,” you said.

“Seriously? That’s awesome,” he said.

“Hey, Y/N,” said your dad, wandering over with a smile and a hot dog for you. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Billy. He’s in my English 203 class,” you said.

“203, huh. You must be a reader then,” said your dad.

“Mhm,” you said, your dad still smiling at you. “Thanks.”

“Hey Billy. How old are you?” he asked.

“Twenty.”

“Twenty and you’re a freshman?” asked your dad.

“I had to take a year off after high school. My dad was in a bad car accident over that Fourth of July that year. I stuck around home to help out,” he said.

“Well that’s a very selfless thing to do,” he said with a nod. “Y/N, you can go hang out with your friends if you want.”

“Mhm,” you said as he walked away. “Sorry about him. He likes to you know, be a dad and harass his children.”

“That’s cool. Mine’s the same way. Thanks for the sunscreen, Padalecki,” he said as he turned to go. “You uh, want to grab lunch after class Monday?”

“Sure.”

“Cool. See ya, Padalecki,” he said. You smiled and turned around, your dad and Jensen sipping on a beer at the back of the truck with shit eating grins. “What?”

“I smell a boyfriend incoming,” said Jensen.

“She knows what she’s doing,” said your dad with a smirk.

“I will tell mom and Aunt De what you two got up to last weekend unless we never discuss this again,” you said.

“How is she so scary for being so tiny,” said Jensen.

“I learned if from you two,” you laughed, throwing your head back. “Shit, I forgot to get the sunscreen back.”

“Take it from two previously twenty year old boys. He kept it on purpose,” said your dad.

“When was that? 300 B.C.?” you asked.

“Why don’t you go get back my sunscreen or I’ll tell your parents what you got up to last night,” said Jensen with a smirk.

“I thought you were staying over your friend Sara’s,” said your dad.

“Of course I did,” you said, shooting Jensen a look. He sipped on his beer and smiled.

“Oh yeah. Of course she did,” he said, knowing very well you called him and asked him for a ride and to crash in their guest room when you partied a little too hard the night before.

“I hate you both,” you groaned as you headed back towards where Billy was with his friends.

“Love you too, kiddo. Now hurry up. Game starts soon.”

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#supernatural #spn #jared x daughter!reader #jared fluff #au #rpf #spn reader insert #supernatural reader insert

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