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When You Least Expect It: Part Twenty

Jensen Ackles x Musician!Reader

Masterlist - Contains Chapter Links & Wardrobe Collages

A/N: This is it! The Final Chapter. Thank you for taking this VERY long journey and being patient with me as I finished it. I really hope you have enjoyed the story, and the music, along the way.

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Series Warnings: Language, Break-Ups, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild Violence, Talk of Domestic Abuse

Chapter Warnings: Just Floofy

Series Summary: After a hard breakup, Jensen decides to throw himself into organizing a Music Festival in Austin that is meant to raise money for a few of his most cherished charities and organizations. As he throws himself into planning it, he stumbles upon a spirited, undiscovered performer, who he convinces to come aboard to help plan and coordinate the event with him.

What transpires after that takes both Jensen and his new friend, by surprise. But when their respective pasts come back just before the event kicks off in Austin, they will both have to decide if the unexpected feelings are worth perusing, or if they should just walk away and go on with their lives.

Songs in this chapter: Faithfully by Journey and Boardwalk Angel by Eddie and the Cruisers

Chapter Summary: Its the wedding day.

WC: 8K with Song Lyrics. Song lyrics in bold and italic are not written by me.

“It’s perfect!” Mama June gushed as she zipped up Y/N’s wedding dress. “It’s absolutely perfect! And you, my dear, are positively glowing!”

“Well, that’s because you made it for me,” Y/N smiled in the mirror, watching Mama’s reflection. She felt herself blush at the comment but hoped Mama didn’t notice. “I really couldn’t have imagined a more beautiful dress, June.”

“Oh honey, you’re like my own daughter. No way I could let you have a fairytale wedding in a common dress! Besides, I have a reputation in this town to uphold.”

Y/N looked down at her wedding dress, and softly smiled. She tried to remember how much things had changed since she first met Jensen. Hell, how things had changed just since they got engaged. Stepping back from the mirror, Y/N drew in a slow, shaky breath and found herself feeling a little nervous. Her anxiety had calmed enormously since she finally quit her position with Combustion Records, but that day, of all days, it seemed to be creeping back in. 

Smoothing out the front of her dress, she slowly began tracing the lines of the lace roses Mama June had painstakingly sewed over the last six months. How she was able to finish the dress, Y/N had no idea, but from the moment she told her about the engagement, Mama insisted on making it for her. Y/N turned back to the mirror, and let her eyes follow the simple, yet elegant lines of the deep cut heart-shaped bodice and wondered if Jensen would like it. It was more revealing than she would have chosen, but somehow, it WAS perfect for her. As her hands slowly moved down the dress towards her stomach, she pushed for the briefest moment. A warm glow radiated from there, and she couldn’t help but feel her smile grow. She was glowing, and for damn good reason. But that was a secret she had to keep for now, at least until after the wedding when she could give Jensen his wedding gift.

Y/N was a different woman now than she had been just a couple years before. So much had happened in the two plus years she’d known Jensen, and without a doubt it had forever altered who she was. Because of him, she was confident and proud. She learned how not to take shit from anyone, and yet, still how to love without abandon. They had their fair share of troubles, but somehow, he never left her side. Jensen never once wavered on his feelings for her, and his constant support made her feel like she could do anything.

“Oh, Y/N!”

Y/N turned to see Briana emerge from the bathroom of the luxurious hotel suite Leo had let the ladies use the night before the wedding. Her long blond curls cascaded down her strapless shoulder and perfectly complimented her pale blue bridesmaid dress; her hands over her gaping mouth and eyes wide in sheer joy. “You look BEAUTIFUL!!!”

“Thanks, Bri. So do you!”

“Oh, please. These dresses are gorgeous, but you are radiant! As you should be since it's your wedding day!”

Bri outstretched her arms and pulled Y/N into a tight squeeze. When she pulled back, Bri’s eyes were welling up with tears. 

“Don’t cry now, silly. I’m sure there will be plenty of moments today to warrant tears. You better save ’em.”

“Y/N, I made sure to put on the waterproof mascara because I know I will be bawling all day. Seeing you two take this step, it's just…. Everything!”

“I honestly can’t believe we’re here, and that in less than an hour I will be walking down the aisle and marrying the most amazing man in the world.”

“I never had a doubt,” Mama chimed in. “I knew it from the moment he showed up at our rehearsal, he would ask you to marry him. No man watches a woman like he did you, without falling head over heels in love. I’m tellin’ ya sugar, from that moment, he was hooked.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror. “Should I have gone with a veil?”

“Stop changing the subject, woman.” Mama approached her and carefully fixed Y/N’s hair to spray across the open back of the dress. “No, no veil. You don’t need to hide anything about yourself. Let him see you as you walk towards him. And Bri,” she turned from Y/N to face her new friend, “I know you’ll want to see this formidable creature as she walks down the aisle, but I’m telling you, watch Jensen. Just watch his face and you’ll see absolute magic there as he’s watching his bride. That’s how you know this match was always meant to be.”

Bri threw her head back in a loud “Ha!” She clamped her hand on Mama June’s broad shoulder and smiled towards Y/N. “Mama, I knew from the second I saw them together that it was meant to be. It’s just too bad it took these two so long to see it.”

“It may have taken us longer,” Y/N said, “but well worth the wait.”

Jensen buttoned up his ivory linen shirt, leaving the few buttons below his neck undone. He watched himself in the mirror as he adjusted the collar, then smoothed out the material down towards the linen pants of his suit.

“What? No tie?” Jared scoffed sarcastically as he walked into the Bungalow’s small master bedroom. “Whoa…” his thoughts on Jensen’s wedding attire was interrupted as he noticed the elaborate romantic ambience of the room. “You really went all out!”

Jensen caught Jared’s impressed expression in the reflection of the mirror. “Damn right. Waited for this day long enough, gotta make sure it's a night she won’t forget.”

“I get that, but why here and not at Leo’s huge, fancy, five star hotel? Don’t get me wrong, Jay, this place has charm, but it doesn’t scream honeymoon suite.”

“I thought about that, but this place is special. Not just to Y/N, but to me, too.”

“How so?” Jared asked as he carefully lowered himself on the edge of the bed, doing his best to avoid sitting on the red rose petals elegantly splayed on the comforter in the shape of a heart.

“Hey!” Jensen admonished and quickly fixed a few stray petals. “Careful, man. This took me all morning.”

Jared laughed and raised his hands in relent. “Okay, okay. Sorry, loverboy.”

“This place is special because…” Jensen paused and thought back to the first time he had gone to her bungalow. “Because that first night I spent here with her, I knew I would fall in love with her, Whether I wanted it or not.”

“The first night? Really? That fast, huh…”

Jensen smiled softly to himself and reminisced back to that first night. Somehow, despite all her hesitancy and trust issues, Y/N was vulnerable with him that night. He fought those initial feelings for too long, most times kicking himself for it. Deep down, however, he knew that their journey played out the way it did for a purpose. Y/N was always meant to be his wife, but when they met, neither of them would have been ready for forever.

“Definitely a far cry from that first night,” Jared continued. “I remember when you first saw her at the Beachcomber. If I knew then what I know now, I would have helped you chase after her.”

“At least it all worked out in my favor,” Jensen said and turned back to the mirror. He took one last look at himself and nodded. “Yeah, this’ll do.”

He had never been a guy that was good at the big, grand gestures, but he was pretty proud of how he did with not only his suit, but the room itself. He had asked for Mama’s help and she made sure to get all Y/N’s favorite things. The right chocolates and candles, the old school boombox that now sat on the dresser, with a tape of their wedding song cued up and ready to go. Jensen went and bought all new bedding of deep blue silk sheets and a plush velour comforter that was now decorated with the red rose petals. Hanging from the ceiling were a few strands of white icicle lights that, along with the candles, would give the room a warm, romantic glow. However, the thing he was most excited for, other than Y/N becoming his wife, was the long, narrow wrapped gift box that sat in the middle of the petal-shaped heart on the bed.

Jared followed Jensen’s line of sight, and saw the gift near him on the bed. “And what’s that?” he asked, not without a bit of teasing.

“That, my friend, is our honeymoon itinerary and all the tickets. One thing I told her I really wanted to do was surprise her with a crazy fun honeymoon. I wanted to be sure it was a trip she would never forget.”

“Nice! And where in the world are you going to go, Carmen San Diego?”

Jensen laughed mockingly, and shook his head. “I didn’t want to go anywhere she’s been before. We’ve both traveled so much since we met, but never got to travel together. So, I went big. Gonna start out in Iceland, staying at this awesome little place where the room has a glass dome ceiling and an amazing view of the Northern Lights. Natural hot springs within walking distance and not another soul in sight. From there, four days in Ireland, exploring the Irish countryside on horseback. There are some great local pubs and B’nB’s to check out along the way. After that, we fly back to the U.S. to stay in a cabin in the Rocky Mountains near Estes Park. She’s always wanted to visit the Stanley Hotel, but they were completely booked. So I found this little cabin that has a hot tub outside, and a spectacular view.”

“Damn, you really did go all out! After that? Then what?”

“We come back to Austin and settle into the new place. Still can’t believe we found a house so close to you and Gen. I can’t wait for this trip, but man, its gonna be fucking great to settle in a new house and start making some great memories with y’all. The recording studio is almost finished, too. I am sure she will wanna get in there as soon as we get ba–”

Jensen’s train of thought was derailed by a knock at the front door. They passed a curious glance, and Jared stood up from the bed. 

“I’ll go see who that is. You better get your jacket and shoes, because we gotta get moving down to the beach soon.”

Nodding, Jensen grabbed his pale blue linen jacket from the back of the chair in the corner of the room while Jared went to see who had been knocking. As he adjusted the garment to sit just right, he could hear a woman’s voice cutting through the whole house. Worried something might be wrong with Y/N, he hurried from the room to see who it was. He found Jared standing in the open doorway and the woman in front of him was demanding to be let in.

“What the hell is going on?” Jensen asked just as Jared stepped aside so he could see who was making all the noise. When Jensen saw it was Y/N’s mother, he instantly felt his good mood slip away. “What the fuck are you doing here, Sheila?”

“I came to see my daughter,” she barked and tried to push past Jared to come into the house. “But this giant man won’t let me in.”

“Good, he’s doing his job then. Y/N isn’t here anyway. But I’ll be sure to never tell her you dropped by. Bye now.”

Jared took that as his cue to close the door, but Sheila stopped him by putting one of her heeled shoes in the way.

“No, I am not ready to go yet. If I cannot see my daughter, I would like a word with you then, Mr. Ackles. You’ve got some nerve, you know that? This place should be gone by now and brand new luxury condos in its place!”

“Right,” Jensen smirked. “Guess maybe you should have had all those permits in order before someone swooped in and made sure the deal fell through. But, oops. Guess you’re shit out of luck and can’t line your pockets with ill-gotten money. Because, fuck your daughter’s feelings, right?”

“It’s a damn shack! I was going to split the profits with her!”

“Man, you are a terrible liar!” Jensen laughed and shook his head. “This shack means the world to your daughter, but you couldn’t care less about that.”

“Oh, please,” Sheila snorted, “she’s always been a sentimental sap, just like her father. Never saw the practicality of any situation.”

“And that’s a problem?” Jensen asked as he took a few steps closer to the door until he was standing mere inches from his soon-to-be mother-in-law. “Y/N being a sentimental sap, like her father, is one of the things I love most about her. I’m grateful she’s nothing like you. She’s got a beautiful, big heart, and I know her father would be DAMN proud of the woman she is. All you ever did was bully her–”

“Because she was soft!” Sheila nearly screamed in his face. “That girl is who she is because I was tough on her! I was the one who gave her back bone!

“You were the one who almost got her killed! Because of you, she was a shell of a woman, easily manipulated and abused by that asshole Nathan.”

Sheila rolled her eyes. “She would be dead if it wasn’t for me pushing her.”

“She almost died by the hands of that psychopath you pushed on her! He damn near killed her, Sheila! And where the fuck were you? Huh? Too worried about demolishing her home and getting rich!”

“You had no business interfering with that! How you even pulled it off is beyond me!”

“Jesus, you are worse than Y/N could have ever tried to explain. What kind of mother are you? Mothers are supposed to love and support their children. But you? You couldn’t be bothered. You’re just a goddamn bully. But, never again. Because as long as I am Y/N’s husband, NO ONE will take advantage of her again. Anyone, including you, that ever tries to hurt MY WIFE again, will have to go through me. And trust me, sweetheart, I am NO pushover.”

“Wait, your wife? You’re married?!”

“We will be very soon. And I swear to God, Sheila, if you even think for one second of showing up and ruining it, I will make sure you lose everything else in your life that you hold dear. Consider me trashing your condo contracts as just a start. I will be sure you never have anything more than the shirt on your back if you wreck this day for her.”

Sheila stood in complete silence. She was shocked at how indignant and serious he was staring her down, and worried that if anyone could make good on threats, Jensen Ackles could. Her mouth pinched into a tight frown, and she slowly let the tension out of her crossed arms loosen, so they fell to her side. 

“Fine. I won’t bother her on her wedding day. But trust me when I tell you–”

“Nah, I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you. Now, if you don’t mind, this giant man and I need to get ready so I can go marry the love of my life. And, as awful as a person as you are, I almost feel sorry for you.”

Sheila snorted a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Because you are going to miss out on seeing your daughter on the happiest day of her life. Me, however, I am the luckiest man alive. Because I will have the most beautiful, talented, loving, funny, creative, and sexiest woman on the planet walking towards me ready to say I do. And nothing,” Jensen inched a little closer and lowered his voice to a commanding growl, “NOTHING and NO ONE is going to take that from me.”

Jensen took a moment and delighted in the bit of fear that crossed Sheila’s face. It was only a fleeting expression, but he caught it. 

“One of these days, she’ll come crawling back. You just wait.” Sheila turned on one heel and began to navigate the sand back towards her car. 

“I’ll take that bet!” Jensen called after her. He wanted to shout so many more things at her, but Jared’s hand on his shoulder took the urge away.

“Let her go, man. That woman is a real piece of work.”

“Dude, you have no idea. I’m almost glad she showed up.”

Jared snorted a laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, because that was the last part of Y/N’s past that needed to be put to rest. She’s about to be my wife and I meant what I said. No one will ever disrespect my wife, again. Especially her own mother.”

“I can’t believe that was Y/N’s mother. How the hell did she turn out so great?”

“She’s just like her dad,” Jensen sighed, and felt a moment of sadness that he would never get the chance to meet the mythical legend that was Y/N’s father. “She got all the best parts of her, from him.”

“I think you had something to do with that, too, Jay. You forget, I’ve known her a long time now as well. She’s always been a spitfire, but since the two of you got together, you’ve both grown into the best versions of yourselves.”

That made Jensen relax, and he felt his genuine smile and good mood return.

“Now,” Jared said, turning Jensen to face him and adjusting the collar of his suit jacket. “It’s time to get your shoes on and get down the beach. Don’t want to leave that woman waiting for you.”

It was just about dusk as the limo pulled up to the ramp at the North End of the Seaside Boardwalk. Bri, Mama June, and Y/N exited the car and could see the top of the wedding arch down on the beach. Leo called in some help and had that portion of the boardwalk roped off so the ladies could get down to their starting point with no trouble. Y/N could hear the music on the breeze that was playing and could feel the butterflies starting up in her stomach. It wasn’t nerves, exactly, but the anxious excitement of finally starting their lives together as a married couple. She had no idea what the future was going to hold for them, but she couldn’t wait to find out.

“You ladies look amazing!” Leo exclaimed as they reached the top of the boardwalk. 

“Thanks, Leo. And thank you for all you did to make this happen up on the beach. I couldn’t imagine getting married anywhere else.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s my pleasure. You are my only niece and you know I would do anything I could to make this day perfect. I’m so honored you asked me to walk you down the aisle. I—I kinda thought after everything with your mom–”

“Leo, don’t. Today of all days, she is the last thing I want to talk about. Today, I just want to focus on becoming Mrs. Jensen Ackles. I want to eat some amazing food, listen to the band and dance with my husband and all our friends.”

“You?! You wanna dance?! We are gonna get to witness a rare sight!” Leo said with a bellowing laugh. “Today is a special day!”

The musicians down on the beach caught a glimpse of them, and kicked up the music for their cue to start the processional. Leo’s big jovial smile settled into a soft, sentimental one as he offered his elbow to his niece, and began to escort her towards the start of a brand new life.

Jensen stood nervously under the canopy of what cloth, donned with small red and white flowers, along with mini white lights that casted off an elegant glow. Knowing Jared and Robbie were standing up beside him helped a lot. But once the music began to swell, he knew it was time. Looking upwards towards the boardwalk, he saw Mama June, and Bri about ten steps behind her, moving towards the aisle that split the two sides of guests. The sun was slowly setting behind them, leaving streaks of pastels in the sky that made the moment feel even more magical than it already was. 

Then, he saw Y/N. She was still far away, but it didn’t stop his breath from catching in his chest; his heart nearly bursting with love. Bri and Mama reached the aisles, but even as they made their way down to the arch, Jensen’s eyes never left Y/N as she continued to approach. Before he knew it, she was standing in front of him, and looking more beautiful than he could have even imagined she would. He didn’t see any one specific part of her–the hair, the makeup, the dress, or even her delicate beaded sandals–but all of it all at once. All he could do was smile at her as the officiant asked who was presenting the bride to be married. He heard Leo speak up, and he could hear the officiant begin speaking, but he was speechless and barely processed what they were saying. 

Y/N handed off her bouquet to Bri, and Jensen reached for her hands as the ceremony began.

“When we have each other, we have everything,” the minister began, pausing to look at Y/N, then at Jensen. “I believe that when two people are in love with each other, you can see it in their eyes. The way they look at each other, it’s all there. Their eyes are full of admiration, of attraction, and twinkle with undying feelings for each other. Even if they didn’t say a word about it, there’s this invisible thread connecting them two. 

“Today, we are here to celebrate such a love between Jensen and Y/N. They knew it. Time, distance… nothing could separate them. Because they knew. It was right. It was real. Now, they have invited you all to witness their love, along with the exchange of vows and rings, to cement that love in front of their most beloved family and friends. In fact, their connection is so strong, they have written their own special vows in order to solidify their promise before God and all of you, of this amazing bond and lifelong partnership. 

“May I please have the rings…”

Jared reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an ivory handkerchief, revealing the rings that Jensen and Y/N had chosen. The minister took them carefully, and proceeded.

“Y/N, take this ring, and as you slide this symbol of your vow onto Jensen’s finger, remember the love and promises you speak.”

Y/N took the ring, as Jensen held out his left hand, she let out a nervous breath. 

“My dad used to say, ‘When you least expect it, something amazing will come along. Something even better than you imagined’. I never thought anyone would ever come along for me… to make me smile, laugh and capture my heart as fast as you have. Somewhere in between our text messages, our phone calls, our jokes, our laughter, and even our disagreements, I fell for you. You found parts of me I didn’t know existed and in you, I found a love that I never believed was real. Then all of a sudden, all the love songs were about you, and I found myself never wanting to be away from you. You made me believe in magic, and one by one made dreams come true I never even realized I longed for. 

<slides ring on finger>

You’re my best friend, my partner, and my truest love. I promise to encourage you and inspire you, to love you through good times and bad. I will forever be there to laugh with you, to lift you up when you’re down and to love you unconditionally through all our adventures in life.”

She tried to keep her wits about her, but watching his expression as she spoke, was too much. A few stray tears fell down her cheeks, and once the ring was on Jensen’s finger, he gently reached up to her face and wiped them away.

The minister held out the other ring to Jensen.

“Jensen, as you slide this ring onto Y/N’s finger, remember the love and promises you speak.”

He took the ring, and lovingly took her hand. 

“When I met you, I was in a place where I swore off relationships. I didn’t want to fall in love or need someone. I really didn’t want anything. But then, you appeared and I started wanting everything. You completely changed my perspective on life, and I saw hope in places where I thought it was lost forever. I wish I could explain your eyes, and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. How your smile makes my heart skip a beat and how every time I’m with you, I feel so complete. I’m so utterly, seriously, passionately, deliciously in love with you. I cannot imagine my life without you in it, and I never plan on having to. 

<slides ring on finger>

“You’re my best friend, my partner, and my truest love. I promise to encourage you and inspire you, to love you through good times and bad. I will forever be there to laugh with you, to lift you up when you’re down and to love you unconditionally through all our adventures in life.”

Once the ring was placed on her finger, Jensen reached out for her other hand and held them both tightly. Their eyes never once wavered from the others.

“I’ve had the privilege to get to know these two lovebirds over the last few months, and I can honestly say, I’ve never seen a couple so happy and dedicated to each other, as Jensen and Y/N are. With this exchange of rings and vows before God, your friends and your family, it gives me the greatest pleasure to announce you, husband and wife! Jensen, you may kiss your bride!”

Jensen didn’t even wait until the last word, as he pulled Y/N into him and kissed her as if there was not another soul around them. He didn’t care who was watching, or who would think it was too much for a ‘wedding kiss’. It was the first time he would kiss Y/N, as his wife, and he wanted to make it count. Holding her felt different than before, knowing now that they were married and about to embark on a crazy adventure together. He never felt happiness and contentment as he did at that moment, and the way she kissed him back, he guessed she felt the same way. 

When they finally pulled back, he took her cheeks in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. “We did it, Trix. We finally did it!”

“Damn right, Hollywood. Now you are absolutely stuck with me,” she teased and leaned in to kiss him again. 

The guests stood from their seats and cheered in a roar of applause as they watched the happy couple link arms, and make their way back down the aisle and up towards the boardwalk to take a slew of pictures while the guests made their way down the beach to the reception set up.

By the time they were heading back to the reception, neither Jensen nor Y/N had stopped smiling. It had been a magical ceremony between the sunsetting on one side, and the crashing of the ocean waves on the other. The heavy smell of the salt air just added that extra special touch, and both of them found it almost intoxicating. The closer they grew to the reception, the more Y/N was noticing how beautiful everything looked in the late dusky evening. 

A small stage had been set up for Louden Swain to play, along with a dance floor laid out on the sand for the guests to enjoy the music. The tables, all donned with ivory linens and pale blue flowers, with white candles were set up along the perimeter of the dance floor. Even the slow glow of the fluorescent pink and blue cornhole games off to the site of the reception added to the ambient glow of the beach reception.

“I can’t believe we did the corn hole boards,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“Trust me, after a few drinks, you’re gonna love it.”

“I don’t need any drinks, Jay, I am already in love with all of this. Almost as much as I’m in love with you.”

Jensen pulled her to a stop just before they stepped into the reception area. He had to kiss her again, and couldn’t imagine the day would come where he wouldn’t want to just stop everything and kiss her. 

“Hey, c’mon you two, let’s get this party started!” Robbie’s voice boomed through the mic up on the stage. “Everyone on your feet to welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Jensen Acklesssssss!”

Jensen and Y/N kept their hands together, and raised them in the air triumphantly as they made their way through the maze of tables and onto the dance floor just as Robbie led Louden Swain into their rendition of “Faithfully” by Journey for them to have their first dance.

Y/N once again passed off her bouquet to Bri, and Jensen swept her up in his arms, then slowly moved her along the dance floor. They were so close, there was not a millimeter of space between them, and as Robbie began singing the lyrics of their perfectly chosen wedding song, Jensen sang along with his lips pressed close to her ear.

“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

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”

Y/N could feel her chest fill with so much love as his smooth, rich voice filled her ear, which only made her want to draw him somehow closer. As Robbie began the next verse on the stage, she took her turn to sing along softly, as she touched her forehead to Jensen’s and looked deep into his shining green eyes. 

“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

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, babe, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully”

They let Robbie belt out the rest of the song, and just held each other close, shutting out the world around them. As the band finished up the song, Jensen once again held up their hands in victory as their friends and families clapped, and cheered the couple on.

“Wait right here, Trix.” Jensen's sly smile made those butterflies kick up again. He looked over to Jared and gave him a nod, as Jensen kissed the back of her hand before leaving her side and heading up onto the stage. 

Once at the mic, he got a slight bit of feedback, then drew in a deep breath. “First off, I want to thank everyone for coming tonight to share this with us. It means the world to my wife and I that you traveled from all over, to this quaint little town that is very special to us. See, I met this beautiful woman on this very beach almost three years ago. From the get go, she couldn’t stand me. She thought I was arrogant, and pushy, but somehow never told me to get lost. I guess my charm and dad jokes were too much to resist.”

Y/N felt Jared come up next to her and reach out to take her hand. Confused, but excited at what was happening, she went along with him as he led her up onto the stage. 

“See, something about this place… this beach and this boardwalk… the magic of it got into me. Hell, both of us. And no matter what was gonna happen, that night I knew, I had found my wife.” Jensen paused and watched as Y/N was brought up to the stage. He turned to Robbie, gave another little nod, and the band began to play. As the music started, Jensen kept talking.

“I never in my life imagined I would meet someone like you. I heard this song not long after we met for the first time. And every word, every beat, made me think of you. When you agreed to marry me, I knew I had to sing this to you. Because you are an angel. You captivated me that night Trix, my ‘Boardwalk Angel…’”

When he began to sing the song, Y/N felt her knees go weak and heart begin to pound. She thought she had loved him with every ounce of her being before, but now, somehow, she loved him even more.

“Little girl, tonight baby don't feel blue

They lit those party lights along the avenue

You're out there on your own,

Spending all your time alone

So come on girl, tonight I want to be with you

This world has let you down till it broke your heart

But tonight's the night for a brand new start

We'll leave this world behind

When we're walking on down the line

So come on girl, let's make our dream come true

So meet me out on the boardwalk tonight

Meet me down by the sea

We can dance 'neath the carnival lights

On the shore of Jersey

We'll fall in love on a carousel

Little boardwalk angel…”

As the band played the musical interlude, Jensen grabbed her on a whim and twirled her around. Making her laugh then leaned down and kissed her sweetly before the next verse.

“So meet me out on the boardwalk tonight

Meet me down by the sea

We can dance ‘neath the carnival lights

On the shore of Jersey

We'll fall in love on a carousel

Little boardwalk angel…”

Jensen took her again, and this time, didn’t let her go until the song was over. It was his love letter to her, the perfect song he could give to his new wife, his Boardwalk Angel. From far down the beach beyond the stage, fireworks were shot up into the air, causing all of the guests, and Y/N, to Ooo and Ahh. When she looked back at Jensen, his eyes were firmly fixed on her. 

“Jensen, this is… everything” her eyes were wide with exuberance and love, and it was her turn to be speechless. 

“YOU are my everything. Trix. Don’t ever forget that.”

The rest of the reception went off without a hitch, though somewhere deep inside Jensen couldn’t help but worry that Sheila wouldn’t keep her word, and she would suddenly appear. Luckily, they enjoyed every second of it with no problems, no unexpected guests… no drama. For the first day of their lives of husband and wife, it couldn’t have been more perfect. 

As they finished their meal of boardwalk fare food, Jensen and Y/N were caught off guard by a collective clinking of glasses. They took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss, before they heard Jared’s voice come through the mic on the stage.

“Ok, ok, I think we all have seen more than enough of you two lip-locked. I mean, get a room, man. There’s kids here!” A ripple of laughter went through the guests, just making them clink the glasses again. Jared waited for his best friend to kiss the bride one more time before continuing his speech.

“When Jensen told me he was getting married, and asked me to be his best man, I knew I would have to give some kind of speech. After a few drafts filled with shots at him, ya know, just cause, I realized that I really did want to say something more meaningful. I, however, am not a writer or a poet. So I tried to find something that really resonated with me when I thought of my best friend and the woman he loves. Luckily, my beautiful wife and I came across a poem written by N.R. Hart called, ‘Unexpected’, and as I read it, I knew this was it.”

Jared cleared his throat and pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his pants. He drew in a deep breath and looked over towards the happy couple. 

‘She’s the girl you never saw coming. The unexpected one who calms you, centers you, and still she turns out to be the surprise love of your life. She’s your best friend, lover, and soulmate all wrapped up in the prettiest package. She is unforgettable, she is like no one, which is why you are addicted to her; her mind, her soul. You can’t get her out of your system. You taste her and she runs through you like blood and fire. She never leaves you no matter what, because she too, knows how rare the connection is. You have never had anyone stick by you like that before. She is the safest place you have ever known. You are soft for her no matter how hard life gets, she is there and your feelings never change. She loves you fiercely and you feel her love deep in your bones; in your soul. She is the one who makes you feel whole in a way you never have before and that terrifies you. But what terrifies you even more… is losing her.’

“I was there when you first saw her, and I’ve been there to watch the two of you fall in love, and be petrified of it in your own ways. I’ve seen you get through some very hard times, and make some incredible memories. In all that time, what I saw most was how perfectly fitted you are for each other. Yes, Y/N was an unexpected surprise in Jensen’s life, but so was he in hers. So, let’s raise our glasses, to the most perfectly paired, yet unexpected couple I’ve ever known… Jensen and Y/N Ackles! I wish you all the beauty and magic the world has to offer, and I am excited to be there, to keep witnessing it all! Salute!”

The sun had finally set, leaving the stars to make their appearance in the night sky. The reception was still in full swing, but both Jensen and Y/N knew it was time to take their leave. They had made the rounds to all the tables, talked to every guest and thanked them for being a part of such an amazing day. While the party had been a great time, all Jensen could think about was getting his wife back to their bungalow. He was anxious to give her the honeymoon gift, then help her get out of the dress and take her to bed. They had been together intimately so many times in the past, but tonight would be different. Tonight, it would be as man and wife; something they had both wanted for a very long time. 

There was a moment where no one was really paying attention to the bride and groom, so they thought they would take the chance, and start walking down the beach towards the Bungalow. 

“Think we could make a run for it without anyone noticing?” Jensen whispered in her ear, leaving a little nip of a kiss on her earlobe.

“Oh,” she mewed and leaned into him, suddenly wanting nothing more than to be alone with her husband, “I think so… But, I need to grab something from Bri, first.”

Jensen pouted a little. “If you do that now, she’s gonna stop us.”

“No, she won’t. I already told her this morning we may sneak off towards the end of the party.”

“Good thinkin’, Trix. Ok, go do what you gotta, and hurry back. I need to have you, now.” The last word was more of a growl, which sent a bolt of luscious goosebumps down her whole body.

Biting her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come, she gave him a quick nod and went off to find Briana. Her bridesmaid and best friend was over near the cornhole boards throwing bags with Robbie. 

“Hey Bri!” Y/N said as she approached. “It’s that time.” The knowing tone and wink prompted Briana to reach between her cleavage and withdraw a small wooden box. 

“That’s where you kept it?” Y/N asked, unable to hold back a laugh. 

“Well, not like this dress has pockets! Don’t get me wrong, they were a gorgeous choice, but… pockets!”

“Fair enough,” Y/N said as she took the small wooden box. 

Looking over at Robbie, who was watching with confused curiosity, she smiled his way. “Robert… I cannot thank you enough for everything you have done. Not just for tonight, but for Jensen and I. Thank you for becoming such a big part of my life, and being the big brother I never really had.” 

Y/N hadn’t planned on getting mushy with Robbie, but the emotional high of the day made it difficult to hold anything back. “When my dad died, and my actual brother became a memory, I never thought I’d have a real family again. But, you, Bri… all of you, have done more for me and loved me harder, than anyone has. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Her words left Robbie speechless. He had been one of the few at the wedding that had been able to keep a dry eye, until now. 

“Awe, kiddo, I don’t know what to say other than, I love you to bits. You may be Jensen’s wife now, but you’ll always be so damn special to me. I will never, ever, not be here for you.” Robbie dropped the game bags and gave Y/N a tight embrace.

“Alright mister, let the girl go. Her and her man have some business to attend to,” Bri said as she tried to pry them apart. “Go, quick, before you get roped into another emotional filled mess!”

Y/N laughed and blew them both a kiss. “I really do love you both. And you both better come and visit us in Austin when we finally move into the new house.”

“Please, like you could stop me. I just hope somewhere in that mansion y’all bought there will be a studio.”

“Of course there will be… and there’s no one I want more in that producer’s chair, than you.”

With one last wave, Y/N took her small wooden box and headed down towards the ocean where Jensen stood, hands in his pockets and looking out over the waves at the reflection of the full moon on the water.

“Ok, let’s go!” Y/N said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bungalow.

Once they had the party far in the rearview, and the world was quiet around them, Y/N stopped Jensen from going any further.

“I know you wanted to surprise me with the honeymoon. Which, I cannot wait to go, wherever we’re going. But this… this is my gift to you.” Y/N held out the box with a shaky hand, only able to see his expression because of the bright summer moon.

Jensen didn’t say a word, but gently took the box and held it up so he could see the inscription on the top of the mahganony box. It was a simple “A” carved on the top of the box, which made him smile.

“Open it,” she prompted, and could feel that earlier bout of nerves starting to bubble up.

Jensen found a swing latch and moved the cover off to the side. Again, using the light of the moon, he found what was inside and pulled out a glossy, mahogany guitar pick. He let his finger tips brush along its smooth surface, but paused when he felt more engraving on the back side. He read what was inscribed there and his jaw fell open. His eyes finding hers in the moonlight above.

“Are you serious?” he asked, then swallowed thickly, looking at the pick again. 

Inscribed on the one side, it said “#1 Dad”.

“Are you? I mean, is this for future hope or…?” Jensen stuttered, unsure of what to say, or what it meant.

“Yes, for the future, but also, yes, I’m serious. I found out a week ago… I’m pregnant. And so far, everything is absolutely perfect.” 

“But, the doc said…”

“I know, but he was wrong, because… well, I am,” she laughed. 

This time it was Jensen who couldn’t hold back the emotion that was about to burst from the seams. Still holding the box and the pick, he grabbed her around her waist and lifted her up into a tight embrace. He planted a kiss on her that rivaled the one at their ceremony hours earlier.

“Trix… I just… I didn’t think this could happen!”

“Me either,” she replied, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “I just hope this doesn’t hurt the plans you made for the honeymoon.” Her mischievous smile made him laugh. 

“No… well… a little. But that’s okay, because holy shit we’re gonna have a baby!!” He spun her around again, then gently put her down before turning towards the ocean. “We are having a BABY!”

From close by a little further down the beach, the familiar sounds of Frank Sinatra were carried on the breeze. “That’s Life”, one of her favorites, began to hit their ears and it couldn’t have been more perfect timing. 

“Married, an amazing honeymoon, a new house, a new adventure together in making music, and now, a new baby…” Jensen mused, unable to wipe the grin from his face. “Baby, you have given me so damn much, how could I ever repay you…”

“Love me, Jensen. And don’t ever stop.”

Jensen carefully put the guitar pick back in the box, closed the lid and placed it back in his pocket. Without warning, he swept her up off her feet and carried her back to the bungalow. Just as they got to the front door, he placed her back on her own feet. He went to open the door, but hesitated for a brief moment.

“I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, even if I tried.”

“You better, because I love you with every bit of me, and so does she.” Y/N rested her hand against the bottom of her belly.

“Her? You know that for sure?”

“No, just a gut instinct,” she said with a smile. “And I know I haven’t trusted my instincts in the past. But because of you, now I can. Because of you, I have hope and faith that anything is possible.”

“I really did fall in love with you that first night.”

Y/N smiled softly, and lovingly caressed the side of his face. “I know, I fell in love with you then, too. It’s why I told you that story about my Dad and Joy to the World. I knew then somewhere deep inside me that somehow, someday, we would be here.”

“It's you and me, Trix. You and me against the world,” he smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

Y/N reached out for his hand and rested it on her slightly swollen belly. “Us… it's us against the world, Hollywood.”

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Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Muddy Waters Jensen Ackles x Musician!Reader After a mud run and several drinks, Jensen finally gathers his courage and makes a move on a longtime friend he’s been crushing on for a while. Are his feelings reciprocated, though?

Lavender Haze Jensen Ackles x F!Reader Request for Dirty Drabbles.

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❤️February posts❤️

❤️ Valentines Day fics❤️

Paper hearts : professor x student ari

❤️ Oneshots❤️

Dark room : Soldier boy (Ben) x Monstress Reader : Herogasm

❤️Reoccurring fics❤️

Grizzly : chapter 4 : ABO dynamic : Curtis Everett x reader/Jake Jensen x reader/ Andy Barber x reader

New from last month (AKA January)

Escape the cold : chapter 2 : Musician Bucky x lost reader

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As for March I plan on posting about 3 more fics. 2 oneshots and another chapter of Escape the cold, but other than that I plan on just taking it easy next month. (That’s if my plans don’t change)

I have since learned how to make tag lists if your interested in being tagged on a specific story you can just let me know either through a comment or an ask.

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Master List

Harry Potter

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Then I Met You (Chapter List)

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Stucky x Reader:

Protective Boyfriends

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The Bet of a Lifetime

Project Rebirth

That Towel Thing

Civil War

Secret Musician

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Exhausted Arrival

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Bullies Suck

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Supernatural Dean Winchester x Reader:

Lost Family

Surprise

Bury My Love

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The Sister They [Never] Wanted

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The Winchester Curse

It’s A Terrible Life

A Very Merry Christmas

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A Sacrifice For Love

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Shopping Gone Awry

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You Left Me

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Thick Thighs, Warm Heart

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Bloodshed

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The Stonewall and His Weakness (Part I)

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[katymacsupernatural]

Puppy Love Part 3

Musician Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary:  Y/N is desperate for a job, and takes one taking care of a couple of dogs. Little does she know that it’s for one of the most successful Musician’s ever. Will she get to know her new boss, and what happens when she realizes who he is. 

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The apartment above the garage was not exactly what you had expected. It was almost three times the size of your old apartment, and so much nicer. It came fully furnished, the couches and chairs a soft brown suede. The walls were painted a light tan, nice and clean. No ugly water stains on the white ceiling, or disgusting stains on the wood floors. It had an open floor concept, with a bar and stools separating the living area and the kitchen. It had high-end appliances and came stocked with bowls, plates and anything else you might need to cook with.

Down the hallway past the kitchen was the bedroom. As large as your other bedroom, it came with a simple black headboard and two nightstands. The bathroom was across the hall, with both a bathtub and a shower. A small patio was off to the back of the living area let you overlook the large backyard.

It was so much better than anything you could have hoped for. You couldn’t believe how generous Jensen had been to give you this place to stay. He didn’t know you, you were a new nobody that worked underneath him. He was a huge, rising star. And yet, he had shown you more kindness that most people ever had.

“Is it to your liking?” His deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you spun around your heart racing. He was leaning against the living room wall. He had changed from his black pants to a pair of jeans that were ripped at the knees, fitting tight to his firm thighs. He had a white t-shirt on under a leather jacket, sunglasses tucked into the neck. He looked amazing, and you had to work hard to pull your gaze away.

“This is amazing,” you assured him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pay rent?”

He chuckled, coming to stand beside you, both of you staring out as his dogs ran about the backyard. “I don’t think letting you stay here is going to break me.”

You blushed under his glance, your gaze dropping to his scuffed up boots. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want it to be charity.”

He reached over, his hand resting on your shoulder. “I’m not thinking of it as a charity. I think you’re going to become valuable to me, and I want you to be close. My dogs are very important to me, and I want them to have the best care possible.”

His touch was warm even through your shirt, and you took a step back, a little unsure of what to do. Your movement caught him by surprise, and he quickly dropped his hand, frowning. “I will do my best, I promise.”

“Well, don’t worry too much today,” he said, pushing his hands into his pockets. “I’m home, so they’ll be with me. It will give you a chance to get your stuff all situated.”

You nodded, following him out of what was now your apartment. Shutting and locking the door behind you, you walked down the steps. “You’re more than welcome to park your car behind the garage.” He assured you, getting ready to head back into his house.

“I don’t have a car,” you told him. “I normally take the bus.”

He stopped, turning around to stare at you, his head cocked to one side. “You do?”

“It’s cheap, and it gets me where I’m going,” you insisted, feeling like he was judging you.

“No, I get that. I have no problem with that. But you were planning to move apartments while riding the bus?” He asked incredulously.

Truthfully, you hadn’t even considered how you were going to move from one apartment to the other. It wasn’t like you had a lot of possessions, but it would definitely take more than one trip on the bus. Which would mean a very long day for you. He must have noticed your look. Sighing, he slid his sunglasses on his face, taking his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll let Ruth know, and then we can get going.”

“We’re…,” you stuttered. “You’re going to help me?”

He shrugged. “Why not? I was just going to spend today relaxing, coming up with some more music. I’d rather help you out then continue with my struggle.”

You followed him into the garage where five cars were parked. The word cars had to be an understatement. The sleek black car you had seen yesterday was parked closest to the door, while another classic car was parked beside it. Then a Suburban, and a couple more you weren’t even sure what they were. “We’ll take the Suburban. Plenty of room for hauling.”

“You’re too kind,” you mumbled awkwardly. “This was so much more than you were expecting.”

He stopped the keys for the Suburban dangling in his hand, a perturbed look on his face. “Listen, I know I’m your boss, and this is all a bit new for you. But I don’t want you to feel nervous around me. I want us to feel comfortable around each other. And I don’t mind helping you out.”

You nodded, climbing into the passenger seat, buckling up as he slipped his sunglasses on. He backed out of the garage, easily turning it around as Ruth stood there, her hands on her hips. “I don’t think this is impressing Ruth any.”

“Ruth is a hard person to please. But she is just protective of me. We’ve been together since my mom…,” Jensen stopped, his shoulders sagging in sadness for a moment before he shook his head. “She’s been there for me when I’ve needed a friend.”

You wanted to hear more of his story. You actually wanted to know more about this man, and not only what he told the media. He seemed so nice, and from the little bit you knew about his personal image, so much different.

You guided him away from the fancy neighborhood, watching his eyebrow raise as you told him your address. He kept quiet, driving through the heavy California traffic, the radio barely heard. “Tell me more about you,” he finally spoke up.

“There’s not much to say,” you admitted. “I’m like everyone else in California. Moved here from the midwest, hoping for a new start. My life hadn’t been all peaches and cream, and while I knew it would be hard here, it couldn’t be worse than what I had left behind. I took any job I could find, barely enough to cover the rent of that crummy apartment. But then this job came along, and here I am.”

You didn’t want to tell him more than that. How your Mom had been a drunk, often leaving you at home alone days at a time. Bringing back her male companions, some of who had taken quite the interest in you. It was the last one, Tony, that had made you leave for good.

“I know that’s not all of your story, but I know we don’t know each other enough for you to feel comfortable to tell me the rest. But I get it. I came from a broken home. My Dad left my Mom when I was three, and she worked two jobs to support us. I did everything I could to repay her before she passed away.”

Surprising yourself, you reached over, squeezing his hand, hoping that you weren’t overstepping your boundaries. “I bet she’s proud of you.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he muttered. “Is this the right street?”

Dean/Jensen Tags: @acortez82 @acreativelydifferentlove @adoptdontshoppets @a-girl-who-loves-disney @akshi8278  @bebravekeeponfighting  @brindz30 @cap-just-said-language @colette2537   @deansgirl215   @its-not-a-tulpa @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @just-another-winchester @karouwinchester @keikoraventeller  @krys198478 @librarygeekery @misspygmypie @mlovesstories @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk   @ria132love @ruprecht0420     @sortaathief @superseejay721517 @squirrelnotsam @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @torn-and-frayed @tricksterdean @wonderfulworldofwinchester @woodworthti666 

Puppy Love Tags: @crazysocklovingfangirl

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[dancingalone21]

Musician AU’s!

AU Masterlist

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Dean -

All Of Me @wayward-imagines

Babe And The Ficlets @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

Band Tees & Whiskey @d-s-winchester

Being In Dean’s Band @luci-in-trenchcoats

Like I’m Dyin’ @evansrogerskitten

Make You Miss Me @deanwinchesterforpromqueen

Rockstar Dean @angelkurenai

The Rockstar Life @super100012

The Wedding Singer @pinknerdpanda & @hannahindie

This Is For You, Stranger @faith-in-dean

This One’s For You @ravengirl94

Turning The Page @jalove-wecallhimdean

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Sam -

This Cannot Be Happening @moonlitskinwalker

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Jensen - 

I’m All In @bringmesomepie56 

Silk And Rough Velvet @blacktithe7

Stripped @dancingalone21

The Concert @notnaturalanahi

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[trektraveler]

Nightingale Chapter Nine: Make a Different Choice

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Nine: Make a Different Choice

Word Count: 4443

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

Additional Notes: The response to this story has been beyond my expectations! You guys have been the best! Thank you for continuing to read my work and encourage me, its kept my eye on the prize :)

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You felt numb, detached. It washed over you when you first opened the file from the police. It contained all the details of your life that you had been so desperate for, yet it did not bring any peace of mind. You now had the statistics of your own life. Your address, phone number, birth date, height, weight, employment history, and your name. Dr. Gabriella Baines.

You opened your phone and accessed the files again, as if they might have changed since you first read them. Dr. Gabriella Baines, age thirty-two, employed at Vancouver General Hospital for the past three years. No record of any living family, an only child born to Sarah and Martin Baines, both deceased. Not married either. You hadn’t been wearing a wedding band when you woke up in the hospital, but it was nice to have the confirmation at least.

A crease formed between your brows as you frowned down at your driver’s license picture. It looked like you. All of the information sounded familiar, but none of it felt right. And none of it had shaken loose any of your missing memories and for the first time, you were glad. You didn’t want your memories back, not anymore. The prospect of having to go back scared the hell out of you.

Jensen kept stealing side glances at you as he maneuvered through the traffic of downtown Vancouver. You were chewing nervously on the inside of your cheek and tension was coming off you in waves. Ever since the VPD called, you’d been on edge. Not that he could blame you, God knows how he would be dealing in your position.

He had poured over the new information with you and was not at all surprised you had an M.D. after your name.

“A doctor! I knew it!”

“You did not.”

“I suspected! All that stuff with Maddy’s little girl, and you took care of my disgusting flu like it was nothing. And you pointed out that Latin typo in the script.”

You rolled your eyes, “I still don’t think anyone would have really noticed that. No one even speaks Latin.”

“Okay, one; our fans notice everything. Two; people in the medical field use Latin all the time.”

“Musicians use it too,” you pointed out just to be obstinate. “And botanists, and lawyers, and philosophers… and Latin teachers!”

Jensen continued despite the interruption, “Three; you are ridiculously smart and four; you want to help people. You want to make a difference.”

He beamed at you as if you’d just earned your diploma. “Doctor Gabby!”

A pit formed in our stomach at hearing him use that name. You couldn’t explain why, but you hated it. “Ah. Could you still call me Y/N? Please?”

His smile faded as he saw how upset you were. You looked ready to panic, so he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’ll call you anything you want me to, okay? You’ll always be my Y/N.”

Finally, he pulled into the employee parking at Vancouver General Hospital and switched off the ignition, “You ready?”

You scanned the parking lot, landscaping and signage, silently testing yourself. Once again that uneasy feeling of DeJa’Vu came over you, but you couldn’t tie it to anything specific.

“This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t be this nervous, I mean… it’s just my life, right?”

“I think nervous is a perfectly normal response. I’d be having kittens if I were in your shoes.” He reached over and grabbed your hand. He laced your cold fingers with his warm ones and coaxed your eyes to meet his.

“I’m right here with you, okay? You’re not alone. Not ever.”

He kept hold of your hand as the two of you passed through the glass double doors and into the main lobby. You noticed that light, clean hospital scent right off the bat. Sunlight streamed in through the skylights and windows making the space pleasant and airy. Simple furniture sat in groupings around coffee tables laden with magazines. The floors were carpeted in a swirling grey, tone on tone pattern.

There was nothing remarkable about the space, it could have been the reception for any hospital anywhere. Truly generic and you felt that was somehow the point.

“Hey Gabby!”

You flinched in spite of yourself and tightened your grip on Jensen’s hand. A bubbly girl with glasses and a curly ponytail waved at you from the check in desk.

“Hey,” you waved back and smiled, hoping to look normal.

“Back early from vacation?”

“Yup, I’ve got a meeting with Doctor McMillan.”

The girl tilted her head, “Tony?”

You mentally kicked yourself, of course you wouldn’t use such a formal title. These weren’t just your colleagues, most of them were your friends. “Tony, right. Okay, see you later!”

You must have looked psychotic, practically running away from a simple interaction. When the elevator doors mercifully closed, you sagged against the stainless-steel wall and groaned.

“I sounded like a complete idiot.”

Jensen punched the button for the top floor, “No you didn’t. You’re doing fine.”

“I feel like I’m failing a test on my own life. All these people know me, they’ve seen me every day for years and I have no idea who they are.”

“It’s okay, they’ll understand.”

“I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

He pushed the pause button, and the elevator carriage came to a stop. He gently took you by the shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, you aren’t disappointing anyone. There is absolutely no pressure here. We don’t have to do this today. You already explained the situation to your boss over the phone and I’m sure he will understand if you reschedule.”

You frowned uncertainly, “That wouldn’t be very professional.”

“This is a lot to process all at once, and you are still recovering. Professionalism is not worth the migraine or the dizzy spells that come when you push yourself too hard. It’s not worth your health.”

“No. I’m not leaving. Not when I’m so close.” You took a deep breath and forced your nerves to steady. “I have to know everything.”

Jensen held your determined gaze, trying to assess your condition. “Okay, but if this gets to be too much, I’m getting you out of here.”

You nodded and he pushed the button that caused the elevator to resume its course.

Doctor Anthony McMillan was an imposing looking man with glasses, close-cropped black and silver hair and matching beard, but when he broke into a wide smile, his dark eyes sparkled with humor.

“Gabs,” he said, drawing you into a hug. When he pulled back and saw your eyes wide with uncertainty, he chuckled. “Ah kiddo, they got ya good, huh?”

You didn’t really know what to say to that, “Yeah. Sorry…”

“Don’t go worrying yourself, this is all to be expected. Please, sit.”

You and Jensen each took a seat in the leather chairs opposite the massive oak desk that bore the Chief Medical Resident plaque on it’s face. You clamped your hands tightly together in your lap and kept your posture ramrod straight, hoping you at least looked like a medical professional. This man was your superior, and you had absolutely no idea what your working relationship was like. Did he know anything about you outside of work? Were you punctual or chronically late? Did you have a favorite vending machine? Did your colleagues like you or avoid you like the plague?

“Doctor Stevens forwarded me your file. Looks like you used up one of your nine lives, but according to him you are doing well with your recovery.” McMillan pulled his glasses off and tossed them on the desk, it instantly made him look ten years younger.

“So tell me, have you recovered any of your memories?”

You shrugged nervously, “Um, a few? It’s pretty jumbled though. I was hoping coming here would jog something for me, but nothing so far.”

“Brain injuries are tricky devils. There’s really no telling what causes amnesia to resolve itself. It’s not like in the movies where you see that special person, or you hear your favorite song and everything comes flooding back. It’s mostly just time, and there is a good chance that some memories will simply be lost to you.”

Odd, but it felt comforting to have someone actually say it outright. Maybe it was the underlying nature of medical colleges, this was your profession, after all. It was a matter of fact and hearing him say it freed you from having to keep up the pretense. Suddenly, you didn’t feel quite so stuck.

“What does that mean for me professionally?”

“Well, you aren’t going to be pulling any all-nighters for a while. There are a number of tests that we will need to run to make sure that you are fit to return to work. Both physically and cognitively. Given the severity of your memory loss and the nature of your job, we will also be thoroughly testing your medical knowledge.”

He gave you a fond smile, as if you were a favorite niece, “Don’t let any of that worry you, Gabby. You are one of the most talented doctors I’ve ever had on my team, you’ll be back in fighting shape before you know it.”

“Why didn’t you guys report her missing?”

For the first time since entering McMillan’s office, you looked at the man seated next to you. There was a hardness in his features, his jaw was set, and his eyes were sharp. The hint of red flush peeking out from under the collar of his shirt and slowly traveled up his neck. He was pissed, properly pissed.

“I mean, it’s been a month since the accident. Didn’t you notice one of the most talented doctors on your team never reported for work?”

Tony sat back in his chair and held Jensen’s gaze easily, “The details of Doctor Baines’ employment here are confidential.”

“No.” You spoke up, “It’s alright. Whatever it is, you can say it in front of Jensen. I need to know, please.”

“You were on mandatory leave of absence. It started a couple of days before your accident. You weren’t due for reevaluation until last week. When you didn’t come in and didn’t return my calls, I knew there was a problem.”

“Why was I on leave?”

Tony steepled his fingers on the desk in front of him and gave a heavy sigh. “I’ve been working at this hospital for thirty years, ten of those years as Chief Medical. I’ve seen a lot of doctors come and go. Talented, dedicated men and women and I was honored to work with each and every one of them. But you are one of my favorites. You’re special Gabby, if there is such a thing as a calling… medicine is yours.”

“You’ve got a real gift, kid. Your work ethic is unmatched, bordering on obsessive at times. I used to think it was ambition, but you never wanted out of the E.R. Most doctors start there, but they don’t stay, you never wanted to leave. I can’t tell you how many discussions we had about it and you’d just say you were happy where you were.”

“You didn’t believe her?” Jensen asked.

“I did. But I also know you Gabs, better than you think, that’s why I offered you the promotion. Head of Pediatrics. Johnson is retiring at the end of the year, and you’d be perfect for it.”

“I didn’t want it?”

“That’s the thing, you did.” Tony was obviously still confused as to why you reacted that way, “It was all over your face, but you turned it down. Then you started picking up extra shifts, working doubles, triples. One day you had a panic attack. It was so bad you passed out in the cafeteria. Your leave started immediately after.”

You weren’t sure why, but tears gathered in your eyes, and you felt tight in your chest. Hearing him tell you what happened was like reliving it, even though you couldn’t remember it yourself.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I turned down the job,” you heard yourself say. “It sounds like something I would love.”

McMillan got up and handed you a bottle of water from the office sized refrigerator in the corner. “I wish I could tell you why, but you never confided that in me. As for the rest of the staff, no one else is aware that it was mandatory. You’ve never taken a vacation before, so after your collapse we just told everyone you were taking time off for stress.”

You rolled the bottle of water between your hands, “So they don’t know about accident either, or the amnesia?”

“Confidential. The only way they will know is if you choose to tell them.”

��Thanks, Tony.”

He patted your shoulder, “I’ve got your back, kid. Never doubt it”

“Are you sure you want to go to your apartment? It’s been a hell of a big day already, Y/N.”

You shifted the bag of personal effects from your locker from one hand to the other. You had found a spare apartment key along with three pairs of scrubs, a copy of Hemmingway’s A Moveable Feast, and a box of protein bars.

“Yes, I’m sure. I just want to get it over with, like ripping of a band-aid.”

The two of you were halfway across the parking lot when you heard your name being called.

“Gabby! Hey, wait up!”

You turned to see a woman about your age in a white lab coat jogging over from a black sedan. She looked friendly and really, really excited to see you.

“I thought that was you! Why didn’t you tell me you would be here today? We could have grabbed lunch.”

“Oh, sorry… I just had to pick up a few things. You know, in and out.”

She was pretty, you realized. Short pixie cut brown hair and huge hazel eyes that were lined with winged, liquid black. She looked fun, and you really wished you could remember her. Suddenly, she noticed Jensen and her mouth dropped wide open.

“Oh my God! You’re Jensen Ackles!” She turned to you and smacked your arm, “What are you doing with Jensen Ackles?! Seriously! And why didn’t you tell me? How did you meet him?! Oh. My. God!”

If the past fifteen year had taught Jensen anything, it was how to deal with a fan. The shift was immediate and seamless. He smiled in that way that lit up his whole face, his green eyes crinkled at the edges and his movie star perfect teeth gleamed.

“Hi there, what’s your name?”

She took the hand he offered, and you swore you could see her melt at the contact. “Ah, I’m Valerie, Val… I’m’ Val.”

“Nice to meet you Val, I’m Jensen.”

“Oh, I know, I mean, of course I do. I LOVE Supernatural, its seriously my favorite show! I’ve been watching since the beginning, and I never miss it. I just love it!”

“It’s always great to hear that people love it as much as I do, thank you so much. And thanks for watching me ghost bust all these years, it really means everything.”

Val blushed and grinned even more, “Dean Winchester is my favorite, I just love him! Oh my, god!”

Jensen titled his head, charming and flirtatious. “You don’t say.”

Val reached over and smacked you again, “Seriously, what are you doing with Jensen freaking Ackles? You don’t even watch Supernatural!”

Then she turned back to Jensen, “She doesn’t even watch Supernatural. I invited her over for a marathon and she fell asleep in the first ten minutes!”

“Well, maybe now she’ll give it another shot,” he replied with a wink. “Listen, Val, we’ve got to get going but would you like a picture?”

“Oh my God!”

Val shoved her phone into your hands as Jensen wrapped an arm around her shoulders. You took several pictures for her and handed the phone back, while she gushed.

“Thank you so, so much, Jensen. This has been the best… wow, you even smell good. Everyone always says you smell good!”

Jensen chuckled, “Well you just made my day, Val. Keep on saving those lives, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ready?” he asked as your star-struck co-worker bounded away.

You were a little star-struck yourself. You’d never been with Jensen when someone recognized him as a celebrity. A few people you’d gotten to know in his apartment building asked about him and expressed admiration, but nothing like this. This was autographs and flashing lights. Seeing him work, was just that, Jensen at work. This was a glimpse of how the rest of the world saw him.

“Is it always like that when someone recognizes you?”

“For the most part.”

“It doesn’t bother you? Strangers being so familiar with you?”

“Well, they aren’t familiar with me, they’re familiar with Dean and I look like him. And I’m an actor, a performer. Most days I perform in front of a very small audience of my colleagues, so it’s nice to get some feedback from the people I’ve been pouring my heart out for.”

He tilted his head, worried that you’d been put off by the experience. “Did it bother you?”

“No,” you softly replied. “I just realized that there is a whole world of people out there who’ve known you for fifteen years, longer maybe. It seems like I’ve spent so much time with you, but maybe not by those standards.”

“They only know an image. It’s my work and a put a lot of myself into it, but no matter how much of own spin I put on a character it’s not real. It’s just a character.”

The sincerity in his clear, green eyes tugged at you, pleaded with you. “Dean Winchester is a hell of a guy, but he’s not me. I’m still the same goofball you’ve been bunking with.”

He looked so vulnerable, like he was worried you would see him differently now. That you would prefer the hunter hero that his fans did.

“Dean’s alright,” you said with a soft smile. “But he’s got nothing on you.”

You lived in a modest, one bedroom apartment on the sixth floor. It was nothing like Jensen’s place, not that you expected it to be. But it wasn’t the size or the fancy amenities it lacked; it was the soul. The personal touches, the odds and ends human beings packed into their houses to make them homes were glaringly absent. The rooms were clean, except for the fine layer of dust on the shelves and a carton of milk in the fridge that was past the expiration date.

The walls were a non-descript shade of cream, the furniture looked as if it came with the place. You had lots of books, mostly medical reference texts and a few secondhand fictions. No pictures. Not a single photograph of anyone. Not framed, not taped to the fridge. Nothing.

The only décor were stock paintings, the kind you’d find in a big box store. The kind used to give dimension and color to a room, but not really enjoyable. As bland and boring as room temperature oatmeal.

Exactly four plates, four glasses, four mugs and four silverware settings. The cupboards were mostly filled with shelf stable pasta and canned soup. You didn’t even have spices beyond salt and pepper.

You didn’t live here. You existed here.

Jensen stayed in the living room while you explored the bedroom. It was hard for him to imagine you here, it was cold. Everything about it screamed temporary. But it did fit with the portrait of a workaholic McMillan painted. But then the question remained, if your work was your life, why didn’t you take the promotion? People made personal sacrifices for their careers every day, but this was more than sacrifice. This felt like a punishment.

He picked up a stack of opened mail from the small desk. Mostly regular bills and your bank statement. He didn’t really mean to pry, but he wanted to solve this mystery as much as you.

Your account balance had him raising his eyebrows, “Well, you certainly know how to save for a rainy day.”

When you didn’t come back, he went looking for you. Stopping at the threshold of the bedroom, he didn’t see you at first. But he heard you sniffle and saw the light coming from inside the closet.

“Y/N?” he rounded the bed and saw you sitting cross-legged on the carpeted closet floor. He knelt beside you, brushing the hair out of your face. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You felt so lost. The more you found out about yourself, the less sense your life seemed to make. You managed to hold it together pretty well until you opened your closet. Fourteen sets of scrubs, all in the same shade of blue. Fourteen long sleeved undershirts in white. Two pairs of white nursing shoes and one pair of running shoes. That was it. That was the extent of your wardrobe.

“Everything here is just so sad and empty. Its lonely. Why would I choose to live like this?”

“I don’t know,” Jensen admitted, he’d been asking himself the same question.

“I don’t understand, I don’t even like the colors! It’s like everything else I found today, it sounds familiar, looks familiar but it feels wrong! It’s all wrong.” You wiped your wet cheeks with the back of your hand. “If this place burned to the ground, I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Where are all of my people? My friends, my family. Why am I all alone?”

Jensen switched positions so he could pull you onto his lap. He rubbed his warm hand in soothing circles up and down your back. “You’re not alone, Sweetheart.”

You curled into his chest and as your tears dried up, you were able to put into words something that you couldn’t before.

“Someone is missing, Jay. I know it. I feel this hole in my heart. I thought that coming here would be the answer, that I’d suddenly find that missing piece and everything would make sense again. But for every answer I got, ten more questions came right along with it.”

You let out a forlorn sigh, “I’ve chosen this. All of this. My life. My job. This apartment. I don’t understand why I would do that. Not when it feels so very wrong.”

“I wish I could tell you why you did what you did; why you turned down a job you wanted, why you picked this shoebox of an apartment. But just because you made that choice once, doesn’t mean you have to keep it.” The corner of his mouth lifted as you threaded your fingers through his.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “Loneliness is a choice. Just like the boring ass color of these walls.”

You laughed at that, and he kissed your forehead, then your temple.

“You can make a different choice.”

He kissed away the tear tracks on your cheeks, then rested his forehead against yours. “You can always make a different choice.”

You didn’t realize it until he actually put it into words, phrased it so that you couldn’t dismiss it. He was offering you something real and it had nothing to do with a job or a house. This beautiful man, who cared when he didn’t have to. It seems he saved you from a fate far worse than drowning. That was why your old life felt so hollow, it didn’t have him.

You gazed into those bottle green eyes and your heart tripped. You loved him. And as your mind slowly came to the realization your heart had weeks ago, you felt a shift. Jensen talked about a choice, but this wasn’t a choice. This was a cosmic truth, a lightning bolt from Olympus that would inevitably change everything. Loving him wasn’t the choice. What to do about it was.

You reached up and lightly grazed his hairline, trailing a caress down his cheek, your thumb tracing the ridge of his cheekbone. It was almost as if you were seeing him for the first time. You slowly explored the planes of his face through your feather soft touch. All the while your eyes stayed locked on his. You watched with fascination as the color changed shade by shade. You saw your own desire reflected back at you in their flickering depths.

When your fingers traced the shape of his lips, you paused. Something shifted again and sparked between you.

“Jensen.”

Your lips met his and time stopped. You couldn’t remember any kisses that came before but you were certain this one would have put them all to shame. The whole world fell away, replaced with delicious details. His hand coming up to cup the nape of your neck while the other splayed the small of your back. The light scrape of stubble as his chin brushed yours. The dance of your noses as you each changed positions to find that perfect angle. The rapid staccato of his heart beating under your palm as you flattened your hand against his chest.

When his tongue slipped inside and brushed against yours, it sent sparks down your spine. Your every nerve stood on end and sent a flush of heat across your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he held you close and continued his assault on every one of your senses.

Jensen had never tasted anything as sweet as your kiss. Not on screen and certainly not in real life. He’d dreamt about having you in his arms for so long, it took every bit of constraint he had not to take you right there on the floor of your closet. You deserved to be savored, to be worshiped. He didn’t want to rush things with you, he wanted to enjoy every second. He wanted you to enjoy every second. God, you fit so perfectly against him. You shifted in his lap, and he felt himself strain against his jeans. You both groaned in unison.

“Jensen,” you sighed into his kiss.

“Oh, Y/N…”

“Jensen,” you said again, panting to catch your breath. “Wait. Stop…”

He pulled back almost immediately, worried he gone too fast. Your eyes were hazy and your lips swollen.

“Right, you’re right… we should stop,” he breathed, trying to get his thundering heart under control.

“No. It’s not that... I don’t want to do this here. Can we go home?” you whispered. “Please?”

He took both of your hands in his and brought your fingers to his lips. “Yeah. Yeah, Sweetheart. Let’s go home.”

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[nonstoplover]

nonstoplover's one-shots

about: this is a masterlist for all the one-shots i’ve written for actors, movie and book characters, musicians, occasionally complemented with a second part.

a/n: i’d like to note that i mean no disrespect for the real people, these are only fruits of my imagination.

SEBASTIAN STAN:

☆ those thin bathroom walls | s.s. x fem!reader — this is the story of how in lockdown because of the pandemic Sebastian and (y/n) become shower singing buddies.

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JENSEN ACKLES:

☆ passing grey clouds | j.a. x fem!reader, age gap — at an 'end of college' party, his negative thoughts regarding their age gap come back and cloud over his head - leaving it to her to chase these clouds away once and for all.

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DAVE FRANCO:

☆ 36 questions | d.f. x fem!reader — as part of an experiment two complete strangers, Dave and (y/n) have to answer thirty-six question to see if in the end they actually fall in love.

☆ photoshoot | d.f. x photographer!reader — (y/n), an emerging photographer finally gets a chance to have a major photoshoot with someone famous - who eventually turns out to be none other than her favourite actor.

☆ café pt.1 | d.f. x fem!reader — (y/n)’s favourite time of the week is when she goes to her favourite café and enjoys the taste, the scent whilst reading a book. though one day it becomes more than that, when a specific brown haired boy asks to sit down at her table…

☆ café pt.2 | d.f. x waitress!reader — after meeting him, (y/n) doesn’t think much of the man, already feeling the luckiest to have met him. Dave on the other hand truly can’t stop thinking about her, and goes to get her.

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TOM HIDDLESTON:

☆ suffering from separation | t.h. x fem!reader — after quite a long time spent apart from each other, (y/n) and Tom can’t wait to see each other again, and when they finally do, events swiftly taking a turn only to make it one of the happiest days of their lives.

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JAKE GYLLENHAAL:

☆ oscars | j.g. x pregnant actress!reader, requested, drabble — after a successful evening at the Oscars, (y/n) and Jake get ready for bed in a love-filled atmosphere once back at home again, memories of the night flashing back.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW:

☆ unstoppable apologies | b.b. x benjamin!reader — Rooster can't find the courage to ask Penny's daughter out, right up until one especially tipsy night when things take a turn.

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FRED WEASLEY:

☆ all that i need | f.w. x ravenclaw!reader — when the Weasley twins prank the possibly shiest girl of Hogwarts, what they don’t expect at all is her performing a similarly playful, mischievous and very much impressive revenge on them, but oh boy, what a pleasant consequence it leads to.

☆ happily ending catastrophies | f.w. x muggle!reader — Fred is accidentally (and fortunately) at the right place in the right time, and is able to save a muggle girl’s life.

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MICHAEL CORLEONE:

☆ for the better pt.1 | m.c. x wife!reader — Michael scolds his wife for acting without his approval and things escalate quickly, not quite the way Michael imagined.

☆ for the better pt.2 | m.c. x wife!reader — (y/n) is back to living life alone, and it’s not long until she finds company to divert her thoughts from the fight whilst Michael keeps on trying to find a way to win his wife back.

ZACH HERRON (why don't we) :

☆ it's all an act | z.h. x fem!reader, requested — when Zach’s too nervous to tell her crush how he feels, Jack - fed up with his best friend’s cowardice - pretends to make a move on the girl to get a reaction out of the younger boy.

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[waywardnerd67]

Pick My Next Series

After some consideration, to celebrate 4 years on Tumblr I decided I would leave it up to you, yes YOU, to decide which series I will write next. Below the cut are three potential series that I have planned to write. The series chosen will start posting in February 2022. Send an ASK or comment on this post to vote for the one you want the most. 

I will leave this up until Sunday, November 21st for anyone to vote. I’m going to tag my normal list and feel free to spread the word!

Summary: Taking some much needed time off after finishing The Boys. Jensen asks his best friend and roommate if she’ll watch Supernatural with him all the way through. As they watch together, he realizes how much the show and her means to him. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Jared Padalecki Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: M - Mature Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Chapters: 15

Summary: All (Y/N) has ever dreamed of is getting into the prestigious Stull Academy and leaving her days at Lawrence High behind. She could have never guessed that dream would lead her straight onto the path of monsters and a handsome guy in a leather jacket. Main Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Cas Novak, Charlie Bradbury Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: AU/Angst/Fluff Chapters: 10

Summary: All Dean Winchester has ever wanted is to be a famous musician with his brother and best friend. When they catch the attention of a famous lead singer and head out on tour with them. Suddenly being thrusted into the spotlight changes his life in ways he never expected. Main Characters: Country Star!Dean Winchester, Rockstar!Reader Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Cas Novak, Kyren Porter (OMC) Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: M - Mature Warnings: AU/Angst/Fluff/Implied Smut Chapters: 10

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[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

The Musician Next Door

[Close enough for me, Gif credit to @jensenacklescious]

Square: Vancouver ( @supernatural-jackles tell a story bingo)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: The reader is an extra on Supernatural, and has a musical talent. But little did she know her music attracted the attention of her neighbor.

Warnings: Nothing bad, just fluff, sweet music (I recommend searching on YouTube to listen to while reading), and some comedy.

Word Count: 1,860

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A/N: A small teaser of a possible series I have in mind thanks to Jensen’s recent Instagram post. But this is not going to be the series, it’s something similar. But still, I hope you like it. :3

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She’s always wanted to come to this city. Well she’s always wanted to go to Canada, Vancouver was just the plus side.

And, an ever more plus side was the job she managed to grab. An extra on her favorite show. Supernatural.

Sure it was its last and final season and they were finishing up but with having a limited number of extras due to the pandemic she was one of the few they needed.

She drove down the towns streets, seeing it’s lights shimmer in the night. Making her smile softly at the scenery. Another reason she loved Vancouver. It was such a beautiful city.

She got to her apartment complex, the same one her friend lived in. And she learns quickly who her neighbors are.

After getting rather bored on day 3 into quarantine, she looked at her music set. She knew how to play piano and guitar.

She turns on the electric piano, picking the grand piano setting she begins to play with a few keys. Playing nonsense sounds, but a pleasant melody.

She then began leading into one of her favorites. Her favorite anime show, Inuyasha, playing his lullaby piano song.

Playing at the pace of the song, relaxing as she continued to play. After finishing one verse she began singing lightly with the music.

She began to slow the music as it came to a close. She paused for a brief second before playing more.

She began to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sentra first movement. And blending the end of it with Supernatural’s Dean’s Family Dedication Theme song.

A tear slipping down her cheek as she remembers this is the last time the show will air. She knows how it will end. They all knew. She doesn’t like it, but she didn’t voice it.

She finished the song with a nice peaceful and gentle end. Till her phone buzzed.

“That was beautiful sweetheart, can I make a request?”

The number belonging to Jensen Ackles. Her heart fluttered in her chest. Turns out he was her neighbor. Who would have thought she had an audience of one listening.

“Sure, what would you like to listen to me play…or attempt to play?” she texts back.

She saw him read it quickly before seeing the jumping three dots, showing he’s typing something.

“I am working on a song for my second album, if I send you a sample of it, could you try to bring it to life on the piano?”

Her heart rate skyrocketed. A song that hasn’t even been released yet, but also still in the works she was going to listen to.

“Sure, let me see what you got.” She texts.

He sent her the audio file to her phone promptly, playing it on her headphones, she can hear the notes coming to her.

Giving it a few play throughs, listening intently to the notes on the guitar, his words being sung. She looked at her keys on her piano and began playing around. Until she found the right notes.

Learning the piano, she didn’t learn the traditional way. She taught herself. Just messing around on the family’s grand piano, she learned the simple twinkle little star. Then an armature Amazing Grace. She had an ear for music, she let the music flow through her like wind blowing through her hair. The way the breeze felt on her skin. Making music felt like that to her.

She began playing the song, even singing the song to help her timing with the next verse and the next verse after that.

Once finished, she noticed it had gotten late.

“It was nice playing for you Jay, but I need to head to bed.”

“Okay, goodnight. Sleep well.”

 All throughout quarantine she had been playing with her instruments. Entertaining Jensen mostly, but it also relaxes her.

But on their first day on set, after being tested and gotten the okay to head on the sound stage for blocking she went to see Jensen.

Seeing him and Jared walking together to the sound stage, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at how much like brothers they were.

“There she is the little musician next door.” Jensen says, coming to her, wrapping an arm around her.

“He told me you play piano, do you really?” Jared asked.

“I do a little bit; it’s been a while.”

“Well, it’s like riding a bike. You never forget. You were so good.” Jensen comments.

“Aw, thanks Jay.”

“Got any new songs to play tonight or…can I make a request again?”

“You can always make a request. Besides, I was writing this song and I just need to get the notes right, the words right and then I’m posting it to my YouTube Channel.”

“Doing YouTube now, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m trying it out. I can’t seem to enjoy a single day job I get. I enjoy jobs like this. Acting, where I can tell a story. Writing, where I can create the story. Music, just creating good sounding, relaxing and calming music.”

“You are such an amazing creator; I think you’ll do great as a YouTube creator.”

“You think so?”

“Totally, right Jare?”

“For sure, hey, do vlogging, give us a behind the scenes.”

“I’m not sure about vlogging, that requires being in front of the camera.  And I’m so camera shy.”

“Yet you’re an extra on Supernatural.” Jensen smirks.

“Okay, maybe…I don’t know what it is. But I just don’t want to vlog, okay.”

“It’s okay.” Jared says.

 Later that day, she can’t get her thoughts together back at the apartment. She paced back and forth. From the kitchen to the balcony and back around. She was beyond distracted.

“Jay, are you available for hanging out for a little. I can’t focus.” She texts him.

A moment passes when she thought he might have been busy.

“Yeah, just had to get a pizza out of the oven. Want to come over and just chill for a bit?”

“Sure, I just can’t focus on my music right now.”

“It’s fine. Come on over.”

Putting on her shoes she walks over next door to Jensen’s apartment.

Knocking on the door she hears his dog barking.

“Quiet Icarus.” She could hear him beyond the door shushing his dog. Making her chuckle.

“Hey,” he says opening the door. “Come on in.”

She enters, taking her shoes off at his door.

“Want some pizza?”

“Sure,”

Jensen grabs two plates out, giving each two slices of pizza. And walking over to the couch. Turning on his apple tv.

He turns it onto Netflix, Orange is the new black.

But halfway through his second slice he notices she’s not paying attention to the tv. But instead is looking outside. Eating in silence.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks kindly.

“A lot. Stuff going on at home. This whole YouTube thing being real, I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore. It just seems like I’m just going with it.”

“Nothing wrong with going with the flow. But, this stuff at home, how bad is it?”

“It’s nothing bad, I can handle it. it just takes a lot of mental power to get myself past it. You know.”

“For sure.”

They sat back in silence.

“Here, how about we go for a little walk on the town. That should help relax you a bit.” Jensen suggests, as he finishes his pizza. Y/N not even halfway through her first slice.

“Where to?”

“Nowhere, just out for a little relaxing walk. Come on, and grab a jacket it’s supposed to be a little chilly.”

 Jensen may not have had a destination in mind, but he knew one place that would help her relax.

The ports, anywhere where there was ocean. He noticed in her posts on Instagram, when she’s at a tropical beach she looks relaxed and at peace with everything. And she knew deep down, once she saw the sun setting by the waters and seeing what they were walking up towards, she knew that he knew.

She felt herself calm at the sight.

“See, you look relaxed already.”

“Thanks Jay, I really appreciated this.”

“It’s not a problem.” he says. Leaning kissing her atop her head with an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“That jacket’s not warm enough, is it?”

“No, not really.”

A small shiver shook through her as she said that.

He chuckles. “Lets get you home and warm you up.” he says, leaning in, pecking a sweet kiss on her cheek. A centimeter too close to her lips.

Y/N looked up at him with a smirk.

“What was that?”

“It was a kiss, why…”

“You were a bit close to my lips Jay…are you trying to tell me something?” she gives him a playful smirk.

“Okay,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I may like you, since the first day you and I met on set. You kind of took my breath away.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as her face heated up at the comment. Making Jensen smile with a chuckle.

“I, uh…I like you too Jay. I thought it might be a crush thing but, it just wouldn’t shake. I really, really like you.”

Jensen had a smile that went from ear to ear. He brought her in a tight embrace, holding her close.

“I know what you’ve been through. And I want to be there for you, to help you through it all.” He says.

“Thank you Jay, I want to be there for you too.” She says.

She pulls away slightly to look up at him. She could see his eyes glide down from her eyes to her lips as he slowly leans in. Planting a soft kiss fully on her lips.

Their lips moving in a soft dance with each other, his tongue grazing her bottom lip silently asking for permission. She parts her lips at the right moment to allow him in and dominate her mouth in the kiss.

Just when their kiss grew hungry, and their skin began to heat up at the attraction and arousal.

“Finally!”

They pulled away, stunned at the exclamation. Seeing Jared walking down the sidewalk, facetime on revealing Misha.

“It’s about time you two got together!” Misha shouted on the phone.

Y/N’s face heated up once again, hiding against Jensen’s chest. Jensen chuckling.

“Yeah, finally you two can stop with the longing stares and the…does she like me? Does he like me?” Jared says.

“How’d you know we came down here?”

“I didn’t, I saw you and I saw her, and I couldn’t help myself.” Jared smiled.

The couple chuckling.

“You two were being such idiots.”

“Well, we can be idiots together, now, do you mind?” Jensen says.

“Oh, right, get back to making out with your girl. See you two on set, you better have hickey’s to show for it!” Jared shouts as he walks away.

Jensen and Y/N just rolling their eyes, giving each other a quick chaste kiss before walking back to the apartment.

Only he walked back with her to her apartment and sat with her as she played her music, even joining in turning it into a sweet duet.

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[waynes-multiverse]

Muddy Waters

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Musician!Reader

Summary: After a mud run and several drinks, Jensen finally gathers his courage and makes a move on a longtime friend he’s been crushing on for a while. Are his feelings reciprocated, though?

Warnings: +18/NSFW!, smut (shower sex, grinding, fingering, p in v, oral m, spanking, competitive dom/sub vibes), sassy!reader (my little rascal 🖤), friends to lovers (they’re drunk, giggly idiots), a lot of teasing, bantering & dirty talk (cuz words make the collective tumblrhood go horny), minor angst, fluff

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months. First RPF and it’s 80% dirty, so I hope you’ll ruin those panties. 😜 When I got Aud’s @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​ dirty, dirty gif, I remembered the mud run again, so here it goes. Written for Aud’s Make Me Horny Challenge! My gif was a steamy shower scene that depicted some soapy grinding from behind 😏💦🧼

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The door falls shut behind them, a row of never-ending laughter spilling from the porch into his otherwise quiet home as they clumsily stumble inside. She’s clinging onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he cages her between his body and the door, his mouth latching onto her pulse point and drawing a needy moan from her while he simultaneously tries to fumble the keys back into the lock.

The drunken laughs almost force her onto her knees, close to tumbling to the floor and clutching her stomach, but Jensen’s arms elegantly weave around her middle and hold her in place before his lips crash against hers in an attempt to stop the giggles, even though he can barely contain his grin himself.

He loves when she laughs like that. She always laughs with her whole heart, zero fucks given about how ridiculous, silly, or embarrassing she might look. He loves when she throws her head back with full force, has seen the many times she crumbled to the ground when she’d visit him and Jared on set. He’s seen the mascara-stained cheeks and has heard all her snorts and chokes. She laughs exactly like she loves – carefree. He loves her authenticity, admires it even.

She’s breathless when he parts for air and traps her bottom lip between her teeth, mischief twinkling in her gorgeous eyes. Her chest is heaving with each labored breath, and for a moment, she just stares at him and worships his beauty.

Okay, maybe she needs to backtrack a little and explain exactly how she ended up here – being devoured by the most handsome man on this planet.

She met him about seven years ago in her hometown of Vancouver. She’s known Jared a couple years longer and when her friend told her he was moving to her city for a job, she invited the guys to one of her concerts at a local bar. The rest, as they say, is history.

She’s always liked Jensen, mostly because he’s easy to tease, his freckle-dusted cheeks blushing adorably whenever she cracks an inappropriate joke. The first time she made him snort a drink through his nose, she considered it a huge win. It’s not like he’s particularly shy, though. He’s just the quiet type, humble and solid during any storm. She can still recall his baffled face when they met for the first time and she asked Jared, “Who’s the boy scout you brought?”

Honestly, she’s surprised a guy like him is into a girl like her. But maybe that’s exactly why he likes her. She’s been on the road since she was a teenager, sharing closed quarters on tour busses with a bunch of guys. She’s used to the elaborate pranks and the dirty jokes. At this point, she considers herself a part of the boys.

Especially Jared has a whole repertoire of dick jokes that she finds hilarious and the first time he’s cracked one in front of her, she remembers how Jensen’s pupils enlarged to an almost comical degree, telling Jared, “C’mon, man. Not in front of a lady,” to which she only replied, “Why? My dick’s bigger than yours, Ackles.”

He smirked at her after that and she knew exactly why. Yeah, he’s practically wearing BDE on his sleeve, and the way his large erection is currently rubbing against her thigh, she only feels her suspicions confirmed.

After the ice was broken, he’s gotten used to her big mouth and now laughs just as loudly as her. And listen… it’s not like she never knew he harbored a small crush on her throughout these years.

She recalls how he gazed at her the first time he’s heard her sing on stage – mostly because it was super hard to concentrate on the lyrics while he was shooting her doe-eyed looks all night. She also knows he specifically seeks out her company, always choosing the closest seat next to hers when they hang out together in the studio, on set, or at someone’s home.

So yeah, she kinda knew.

Still, she was shocked when he finally fessed up to his feelings tonight after all these years of saying nothing at all.

The guys had invited her to a mud run for charity in Austin and Jensen was the first to offer her his place to stay – he always was, which in retrospect, should’ve probably given her a clue from the beginning. After the run and covered in dried dirt from head to toe, the group went out for drinks at the bar that had been set up for the event. They drank until everyone’s vision started to blur and speaking coherently became a task in itself.

She’d been chatting with Jensen for over an hour at a little table in the corner, all their friends scattered around the bar and busy with themselves. She’d just convinced him into his eighth shot of tequila and was in the middle of her long rant about how sick and tired she was of dating clout-chasers and Hollywood douchebags after her recent fling with a horrible DJ had ended when he suddenly leaned back in his chair with the coolness of a thousand men and just said:

“What about me?”

She giggled and finished her tequila shot, placing the glass upside down on the tabletop. “What about you?”

“Date me,” he simply shrugged, his forest green eyes pinning her down as his muscles stretched underneath his shirt, the thin layer of dirt on his biceps cracking with every tension.

“Uh-huh, funny,” she laughed because honestly, he had to be joking, right?

“Oh, I’m not joking, Y/N,” he stated without a quiver of insecurity and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“Jens, c’mon,” she laughed and playfully rolled her eyes, trying to brush him off. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am, though.” And while his green eyes showed nothing but seriousness, there was still a small teasing smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth. “What? Not your type? Would a neck tattoo help?”

She snorted loudly, tilting her head back with a laugh, and kicked his chair with her sneakers a little, “God, stop! Shut up.”

“Is that a yes?” he wiggled his eyebrows and leaned closer to her face, their voices only loud enough to be heard in close proximity.

She rested her chin in her palms and gazed at him with a flirtatious smile, “Oh, my sweet boy scout, I think you’re everyone’s type. Wouldn’t worry about that.”

“I don’t care about everyone. I care if I’m yours,” he argued and she bit down on her lip, contemplating for a moment, because admittedly, it was a very dangerous game the two of them started playing.

Their gazes were still locked on each other when she felt his hand encapsulate her knee. It lingered there for a heartbeat, testing the waters, and when he didn’t receive any protests, it slowly trailed higher underneath the secrecy of the table and caused goosebumps on her bare thigh.

God, what she wouldn’t give to feel those thick fingers inside of her.

“C’mon, Y/N, you can say it,” he egged her on with a cute smirk.

She let go of her bottom lip then and matched his smile, leaning closer to his face until they were only inches apart. “Fine, I’d fuck you, sure.”

He chuckled in amusement at her reply and took a casual sip of his whiskey, “Okay, good.”

“So what? You’re angling for one fuck here to get it out of your system?” It was an honest question and whatever answer he’d give her, she’d accept it without offense. Hell, if he asked her for a night of fun, she’d say yes in an instant. It wouldn’t be the first time she agreed to something like that.

And before you judge her – it’s hard to date when you’re always on the road or trapped in a recording studio. She’s still a woman with needs, okay?

He laughed again, “Oh, far from it. But my whole plan would probably throw you for a loop, so let’s just stick to tonight for now before I have to chase you down over the hills in a few seconds.”

“Ackles,” she sighed with a silly eye roll and shook her head at him. Yeah, Jensen was probably too gentleman to ask her for a fuck. After all, the guy bought a house a year ago for his future wife and kids, so really, what did she expect?

“What?”

“Why would you wanna date me, huh? This is just tequila-induced insanity,” she countered. She’d do him a favor by letting him down easy. Honestly, he’d be making a huge mistake – according to her.

She’s a fuck-up, alright?

“Actually, I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had,” he grinned stubbornly, confidence oozing from every pore, his fingers still lazily drawing circles on her thigh. “I know you and you know me. We’re already friends. You know I’d treat you right and not like those assholes you usually pick. What’s so crazy about that, huh?”

“Yeah, but I deserve to date assholes – you don’t. I’m a messy bitch and you’re-”

“A boy scout?” he arched an eyebrow and smiled a little. She twitched her shoulders and nodded. “Well, maybe I’m just a masochist and you’re the only one who can scratch that itch. Ever thought about that? ‘Sides, you should really stop calling me a boy scout.”

With curious amusement, she leaned closer, “Really? Why is that?”

His tongue poked out to wet his plump lips, shrinking the distance between their faces even more, “Because all the things I wanna do to you would surely get me kicked out.”

Needless to say, she was already a goner when he decided to attack her with his whole array of suave poise and she stared into his hypnotizing apple green eyes for a tiny bit too long. Biiiiig mistake on her part. “Yeah? Like what?”

He then leaned in close to her ear, his breath tickling her earlobe and sending shivers down her spine. “Come home with me and find out how I’d take care of you. Make you feel what I feel when I’m with you,” he purred, voice deep and velvety smooth. “But I’m warning you – once I sink my thick cock into that cunt, you’re mine, baby girl.”

Yup, that’s the story of how they ended up making out in Jensen’s foyer, because fuck, she didn’t believe boy scout Ackles really had it in him and could keep up with her twisted mind. But then again, it’s just like him to prove her wrong and he’s certainly proving her wrong a lot tonight.

“We’re getting your door dirty,” she giggles amongst his kisses. They’re still in their workout clothes from the run, dried mud sticking to every inch of their skin and hair and dusting to the ground.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles into the crook of her neck and pulls her tank top down enough to free one tit, catching the nipple quickly in his mouth and letting his tongue roll over it until it hardens. He’s already aware she’s not wearing a bra – a little fact that’s been torturing him the whole day.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers when his teeth graze her skin, her arousal close to dripping down her legs. She threads her fingers through his short locks and gives them a rough tug, the wanton groan he releases almost making her come on the spot.

He comes up for air soon, kissing his way back up her neck and pecking her lips once. His hand then caresses her cheek when he rests his forehead on hers, noses nuzzling together. “You can still back out if you want, you know? Doesn’t change anything between us. I promise.”

She bites down on her lower lip, hiding the smile because it’s just so him to say stuff like that, and cups his jaw, her fingers sweetly playing with his off-season beard, “Jens?”

“Hm?”

“Fuck me in that steam shower you got,” she grins broadly and he lets his head fall onto her shoulder for a brief chuckle before he catches her gaze again.

“Alright,” he nods, smiles in the most adorable way, and claims her lips in a searing kiss as he lifts her up under her asscheeks, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

He carries her upstairs and through his bedroom till he reaches the master bathroom, leaving dirty clothing items scattered around the house in their wake.

Y/N’s practically naked once he sets her down and her feet feel the cold tiles underneath her soles, only a pair of black panties left to cover up his holy grail. Jensen’s down a shirt too and shivers slightly when her hands land on his abs, trailing their way up to his chest. One arm snakes around her waist to keep her steady as she tiptoes up and starts to suck and nibble on his neck while her hand sneaks into his shorts and palms his hardened cock, its weight only making her panties soak more.

“Fuck,” he grunts and squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure as she pumps him slowly, her mouth sucking a hickey into the skin by his collarbone.

Her tongue then licks from his neck to his ear as she mutters hungrily, “God, I can’t wait to taste you.” She then sucks the skin behind his ear between her teeth and bites into his earlobe, tugging on it a little before she lets it pop back, coaxing another groan from him. Maybe he was right – he is a masochist.

“Hey, that’s my line,” he chuckles and hooks two fingers under her chin, pulling her lips onto his again.

“You’re gonna keep talking, boy scout, or are you gonna make me choke on your cock now?” she sasses with a grin.

“Shit, yeah.” The words only come out in a stumped breath before he hurriedly turns the water in the shower on.

When he spins around a mere second later, she’s already got her fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and slowly drags them down her legs before she stalks closer to him and does the same to him. She then cups his neck and pulls him flush against her, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth.

“Oh, so you’ve decided you’re gonna be the boss tonight, huh?” he teases with a chuckle.

She backs into the shower, steps into the stream of water, and innocently twitches her shoulders, “I don’t know. Who’s gonna stop me?”

The little wink she gives him is what finally sends him storming after her as he joins her under the hot spray. She squeals loudly when he tackles her and presses her firmly into the wall, looking deeply into her eyes with a smirk playing on his pillowy lips that feel just like the softest cloud. He then notices how her eyes wander down his frame, teeth and tongue dragging over her bottom lip.

“Like what you see?”

Her gaze shoots up at him, but she’s not embarrassed. Instead, her face has written mischief all over it and it’s like she’s turned it into a competition of who can break who first and he has to swallow some of the heat down. Luckily, the trickling water hides the building sweat on his hairline. He knows he has to play his cards right or his chances become bygones.

“You tell me,” she says and grabs his hand, spreading his fingers a little as she drags two through her slick.

The grunt that leaves him then is almost primal as her arousal collects on his fingertips and he has to steady himself with his free hand on the tiled wall next to her head. “Mmm, fuck, so wet for me, baby,” he hums, resting his head between her breasts as he starts moving his fingers on his own, two digits rubbing slow circles on her clit before they slip into her tight channel.

She gasps when they enter her, finding just the right angle and pace as he thrusts them into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit until her frantic curses become wordless moans. She locks her arms behind his neck for support as his other hand holds her in place by her waist.

“Oh fuck, Jay,” a breathy moan escapes past her lips as the coil in her stomach threatens to snap.

“Not so talkative now, huh?”

Yeah, he probably shouldn’t have challenged her because now one of her hands is reaching down and grabbing a tight hold of his cock, making him hiss and his rhythm slightly waver.

“Fuck, alright. Two can play that game. I got the message,” he tells her and places a wet kiss behind her ear, hearing her winningly giggle.

He’s speeding up his ministrations then while she eagerly strokes his length until they’re both panting, lips faintly brushing against each other. When he slides a third finger in, it’s enough for her, and she comes harshly around his digits and with repeated chants of his name, her nails digging into the flesh on his shoulders and the hand wrapped around his cock giving it a light squeeze, causing it to twitch in her grasp. He catches her in time before her wobbly legs give out and steadies her with a strong arm around her waist and a smile on his freckled face.

“My turn,” is all she says and pecks his lips with a grin as her palm glides along the thick vein on his underside and down to his balls. She starts to massage them, gives them a gentle tug or a roll every odd second while her mouth works from his jaw down to his torso, nibbling and sucking on every inch of skin in its way. She halts at his navel, teases it a little with her tongue, and is amused when the tickling makes him slightly chuckle. She then drops onto her knees fully, Jensen’s hand finding its way into her hair as she peppers the remaining road down with kisses.

When she arrives at his pubic bone, she pinches the skin between her teeth slightly, soothing the little sting with a wet kiss immediately after. The hand on his balls wanders then back to form a ring around his base, cutting off his blood supply a little, which only makes him swell more. Her other hand finds its place on his perky asscheek and her nails dig into his skin as she pushes him a little closer to her face.

He swears he’s never been this hard before in his life and her lips haven’t even touched his cock yet. He’s completely enthralled as he watches her work with precision and when she sticks her tongue out and gives his pink tip a few teasing kitten licks, he almost blows his load right then and there. She notices he’s close, though, and stops her teasing.

Her tongue licks a stripe up on his underside before her lips engulf his head, taking him in full with one swift motion until he hits the back of her throat, the tip of her tongue massaging his vein a little and her nose brushing his skin.

“Fuck!” he exclaims loudly at the sensation and tightens the grip in her hair because she’s caught him so off guard. He releases a shaky exhale to ground himself again or he knows he won’t fucking last.

She slowly draws back up, a string of saliva connecting his dick to her lips before it’s broken by her laughter.

He chuckles lightly himself and shakes his head at her, “Geez, a little warning next time. You’re gonna kill me in like a second if you keep doing that.”

Her eyes form a puppy dog look as she blinks up at him through thick, black lashes. “So slower? How slow?” she asks in feigned innocence and places a tender kiss on his head.

Before he can answer, though, she slowly kisses down the left side of his cock till she reaches the base. “Like that?” she asks and meets his hooded gaze before she kisses her way back up to his tip. Her tongue then teasingly dips into his slit, her hand following her mouth and her thumb trailing up his underside with just the right amount of pressure before her lips give his head a good suck. She lets it go with a pop and looks up at him again, “Or like that?”

“Fucking hell,” he hisses and grits his teeth. “Okay, mm-mm. You’re no longer allowed down there.”

He grabs hold of her arms and pulls her back onto her feet like she’s just a feather he’s picking up from the sidewalk. He’s greeted by her shaking frame then because she’s laughing so damn hard and he can’t help but join in before he pecks her lovingly on the forehead.

One hand then wraps around her middle and falls down to her ass, roughly grabbing a handful. His lips capture hers and drown her giggles, his tongue invading her mouth and exploring every inch of it.

“I hope for your sake you had fun. You do know bad girls get punished, right?” he whispers into her ear, his baritone voice vibrating in her drum.

She giggles through pressed lips, “Do they?”

“Mhm,” he hums and nuzzles her nose briefly with hers while his hand snakes around her throat and his thumb starts applying light pressure. He kisses a trail along her neck and down to her collarbone, sinking his teeth into her soft flesh and sucking bits of skin between his lips.

“I think it’s time someone teaches you some manners,” he continues as his tongue reaches her hardened bud, swirling around it, and his hand leaves her hip to join it, slowly brushing up her side to knead her boob.

“What, you think just because you’re Texan, you can tame me?” she cheekily raises an eyebrow, the next laugh already waiting in her chest to erupt.

He chuckles briefly before he swiftly turns her around and presses her into the wall, pinning her hands above her head. She shudders when her cheek meets the cool tiles and her nipples harden at the abrupt temperature drop. She feels his erection rub against her ass and needily tries to grind herself against it.

“Wanna repeat that for me?” His breath ticklishly fans against her ear and she can still smell the whiskey and tequila shots from earlier. His tongue tastes like it, too, and she’s not sure she can ever get enough of it.

“No, I’ll be good now,” she promises quickly and gazes over her shoulder at him, although she’s not sure he’s buying into her sudden act of innocence. But she might as well let him win now because her pussy is begging to be filled at this point. She’s always been impatient.

He playfully narrows his eyes at her, suspecting she might just work quietly on her comeback. “Hm, funny how the silence suddenly scares me more.”

She snorts and hides her face in her elbow, her shoulder blades shaking a little. He kisses the back of her head with a chuckle and removes his grip on her wrists then and is surprised when she doesn’t dare to move them back down. Maybe she’s learning after all?

She hears him opening a bottle of shampoo behind her and soon feels his hands connect with her skin again, soaping her up from her neck to her shoulders and down her whole body, taking his time on her tits, thighs, and ass as he gently massages each inch of skin between his fingers.

Only whimpers leave her lips now that soon bleed into moans when he starts to grind his cock between her globes and his lips mark up her shoulder. One hand wanders to the front and cups her mound before his middle finger dips between her folds and circles her bundle of nerves.

She’s not thinking about winning anymore and just enjoys his touches, her gaze focused on how the muddy water running down the drain becomes clearer with every clean drop. Her mind cleans itself too under the warm spray trickling down her back as she loses herself in everything that is him. She’s so in a trance she doesn’t even notice when his palm smacks her left asscheek till she feels the burn on her skin.

“Fuck,” she gasps and curses in her mind a little that he managed to get one over on her. The small laugh she hears behind her only confirms he’s won this round.

“You know, you’ve been teasing me all day,” he mutters into her neck, his palm soothingly curing the burn on her aching globe. “Well, all day and seven years.”

She sucks in a breath and bites down on her lip, tasting the iron on her tongue when he hits her right cheek this time.

“How so?” she carefully questions once she’s gained a little more composure again.

“Well… first of all, you crawled through mud today,” he starts but gets cut off by her.

“Is that why you were behind me all day? Just wanted to peek at my ass a little? That’s not very boy-scout-y of you,” she taunts him and he can practically hear the wide smirk on her face.

The third smack lands on her left cheek again, slightly harder than the previous one, and she jumps up in her spot a little before Jensen’s hands ground her hips into place.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this, Y/N? To turn you into a whimpering mess underneath me? Make you shut that filthy mouth for once?” His hands roam her entire body, his thick cock still rubbing sinfully against her back, and she’s sure she could come again from his words alone.

“Look at you,” he chuckles lightly, his fingers starting to torturously tease her clit again as his grinding intensifies and he listens to her little whimpers like it’s his new favorite song. “Y/N, don’t tell me you’re gonna come again from me just grinding my big cock against you?”

“I-I don’t know. Would be news for me too, buddy,” she croaks, her vocal cords strained. “Jens... fuck, please.”

“Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you want me to do to you. Want me to eat you out? Want to come on my tongue? Lick you clean till you scream my name, hm?”  

“Shit,” she squeezes her eyes shut when the tension in her belly rises. “Need you inside me, please.”

“Oh, you want that, huh?” He drives his dick further into her back and she instinctively starts grinding her whole body against his, desperate for her next release. She’s not even sure if it’s water or her own arousal that’s trickling down her thighs at this point.

“Mhm, yeah,” she nods and moves with his rhythm. “Want your long, thick cock inside… split me open. Want you t-to fuck me… as hard as-as you can… And then fill me up… c-cum deep inside me… make m-me feel you for days.”

“Fuck,” he curses at her words, his plan of torturing her backfiring a little.

She can feel how his knees spread her legs a little more and she knows he’s getting ready to take the plunge, his tip teasing her entrance and coating with her slick. His hand rests steadily on her hip when his cock slowly enters her inch by inch. The pleasurable burn makes her nails claw at the tiles and she arches her back when he’s fully seated within her, driving him in even deeper when she pushes her ass back.

“God, you’re so tight. Wish you could see how your cunt sucks me right in,” he coos into her ear and grazes his teeth on her shoulder when he withdraws a little before thrusting harshly back inside, his tip pressing against her cervix.

“Please move,” she pants. Honestly, she doesn’t know how long she can hold this up. She wants to kick his ass for teasing her so goddamn much but still loves every second of it, wondering why she hasn’t done this sooner.

“Feel what I feel yet, Y/N?” He doesn’t wait for a reply as he starts to fuck her relentlessly, his hips snapping to hers and pushing her body further into the hard wall.

His cock hits every little spot perfectly and it doesn’t even take her a minute before her walls squeeze his length and her legs begin to shake uncontrollably. He draws out then when she comes down from her high and spins her around to face him, his hands steadying her trembling frame.

He tenderly brushes a few strands of wet hair out of her face and entangles her lips in a sensual kiss. Her eyes look wearily up at him as if he’s finally drained her of all her energy, no fight left in her anymore.

“Jens?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, which surprises him, considering she even managed to belt out My Heart Will Go On today as a distraction while fighting her way through tons of mud.

“Yeah?”

She caresses his cheeks with the softest touch and searches for his gaze, “I think I feel it now.”

The corners of his mouth rise into a warm smile before their lips connect once more. He dips his head, lowering down to her forehead as his hands cup her cheeks and his thumb trails the outlines of her pink lips. “Yeah? Want me to make you really feel it now?” he asks in a low and husky voice.

She nods silently in his palms and sucks his thumb into her mouth. His features soften and his pupils blow wide with lust, the luscious green replaced by endless black. It’s when the game stops and love wins.

There’s no teasing, no words spoken when he lifts her up and she drapes her arms around his neck. His cock plunges back into her hole, setting a steady pace as his mouth tries to pay attention to every body part it can reach. Their kissing is only interrupted by their need for air, their gazes only focused on each other. It’s passionate, gentle, and loving, and it probably drives her madder than any roughness ever could.

“Cum with me one last time? Can you do that?” It’s a miracle he can still form words, and when she gives him a few quick nods, his movements speed up a little with the remaining energy he has left, the sounds of trickling water joined by salacious moans and grunts in the quiet bathroom.  

When her third orgasm hits her, he spills into her and coats her walls with his seed as she milks him for every drop. She clings tightly to his body, panting heavily into the crook of his neck, and he cups the back of her head, placing a tender kiss on her temple.

“You’re gonna fall asleep on my shoulder now?” His question is accompanied by a small chuckle because he finally managed to tucker her out.

“Maybe,” she sighs weakly against his skin.

He turns off the water then and carries her to his bed, gently laying her down on the mattress before he slips under the covers next to her and pulls her onto his chest, his bedsheets drying off the excess water glistening on their skin.

He peppers her head with kisses, his fingers stroking up and down her arm as her eyelids become heavier with every passing second.

“Are you planning your escape now?” he checks curiously, although his heart is nervously hammering in his ribcage as he waits for her reply.

“No, I’m yours now,” she states simply, cuddles deeper into his chest, and drifts off to sleep on top of him, her mind finally as clear as the clean water.

I’ll be honest – they’re cute as shit and I might have fallen a tiny bit in love with them. (So much so my head started planning a little fluff-fest series, but you know, all in due time... probably... maybe... who the fuck knows? 😉)

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[sunflowers-n-rocknroll]

Do I Wanna Know?

Pairing: Jensen x latina!reader

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1,988

A/N: This was written for @anaelsbrunette​ Yas’s POC Reader Challenge. This was based on the song Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys. I’ve never written POC reader before so hope you like it. ;)

“Everybody welcome Jensen Ackles to the stage!” The applause and cheering were so loud you winced. Jensen Ackles stood on the stage looking as if he owned it with a leather jacket and some dark jeans. You couldn’t lie he was good looking, but good looking boys were the ones that always knew how to break your heart in the worst ways.

You sighed once again wondering why you had agreed to come to work again. The place was small but packed. Apparently, it was some sort of VIP event and only those with enough money could pay to attend. But not you. You weren’t here to enjoy some guy in a leather jacket and guitar sing you were here to work at the bar and that was it.

People coming and going ordering a million different drinks was slowly driving you insane. You hoped this would be over soon. Someone like Jensen Ackles was probably busy and didn’t even have a moment to breathe.  

Song after song you handed out drinks and refrained from lashing out at the rude people. You needed the job.

“Thanks, everybody for coming out tonight, said Jensen. “I’ll be playing one last song tonight.” 

“Oh, gracias a Dios,” you breathed out a sigh of relief and your friend smirked over at you. 

“Have you got color in your cheeks?

Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type

That sticks around like summat in your teeth?

Are there some aces up your sleeve?

Have you no idea that you're in deep?

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

How many secrets can you keep?

'Cause there's this tune I found

That makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee…”

The women were going wild and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was just a human, a human with an incredible voice and an equally attractive body. Sure you enjoyed music, but you knew this type of celebrities, they thought they were like gods.  

By the time the song was over, you were ready to go home and sleep preferably forever. The crowd started to diminish and you began cleaning up. 

“Oh my god! Did you see Jensen Ackles he was so hot,” your friend was basically jumping up and down. You were waiting for that comment all night and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Cristina you fall in love with basically everybody.”

“I do not,” she gasped.

“What about that boy at the coffee shop yesterday? Or that guy that opened that door for you at the supermarket? Or that girl-”

“Ok ok fine I get it,” she held her hands up in surrender. “But you can’t deny it.”

“Cristina, there is nothing special about him. Sure he can sing, ¿y que? So what? I know about a dozen other people who can do that.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” said a voice behind you and you turned only to find Jensen Ackles sitting at the bar. “But uh can I get a whiskey?” 

You cleared your throat your face burning. “Uh yeah.” turning to grab a bottle you glared at your friend. “¿Cuánto tiempo ha estado allí?” 

“Since you started talking,” she whispered.

You turned around placing a coaster and glass in front of Jensen Ackles. You tried not to look at him as you poured whiskey into his glass but you felt his gaze on you. Some guys came by saying goodbye to Jensen and making plans for the week. Not that you were eavesdropping but they were right there. 

“It’s close to midnight and my sister is coming to pick me up, you need a ride?”

“No it’s fine I’ll be closing anyway. I’ll get a cab.” She nodded before hugging you and grabbing her things. 

You realized Jensen was still at the bar and you hoped he would leave already so you could go home. He stood placing some money at the bar before leaving. Ten minutes later you were making your way outside.

“Hey,” you turned. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jensen was standing there with his hands raised as if you would’ve tried to hit him. And you would have.

“Well, you did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you said that.”

“I thought you might need a ride.”

“I don’t.”

“Look it’s almost midnight-”

“I am not  sleeping with you.”

“What- no I am not-”

“Listen, pretty boy, I don’t need a ride from you. And I am not going to your place,” you slung your bag over your shoulder before turning around. 

“No, wait. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just offering a ride. Nothing else.”

“Why?”

“Because walking through the city in the middle of the night is dangerous.”

“And getting into some stranger’s car is not?” He looked down, one side of his mouth turning up. 

“Touche.”

You sighed knowing that you couldn’t deny his offer. “Ok fine.”

His head snapped up, “Wait really?”

“Just warning you, I will punch you if you try anything.” 

You gave him your address once in the car and waited for some comment about the area you lived in, but it never came. Surely someone like him had a nice house or apartment in the nicer part of the city. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said.

“So there is nothing special about me?”

You winced, “You heard that?”

He chuckled, “I did.”

“Listen I’m sorry-”

“No no, I think that is a very fair opinion. But, I think you can make it up with a dinner.”

You opened your mouth then closed it not sure what to answer. He was asking you out?

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to I was just-”

“I uh I need to go,” he nodded and you got out of the car. Making your way to your door. You heard his car leave once you were inside. 

“He asked you out!” You and Cristina had a free period a decided to catch up on some homework outside. 

“Cristina stopped screaming. Yes, I already told you like a hundred times.”

“And you said no,” you stared at her. “Okay fine, fine.”

“And technically I didn’t answer.” 

“But it was Jensen Ackles!”

“Yeah, that’s why.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s on his way to becoming some great musician. And I’m a bartender still in school. And still living with my mom. Nada va a suceder. It’s going to be a good date and then that’s it. On to the next thing he knows he can get.”

“Y/N,” she pointed behind you, and standing right there was Jensen Ackles. “I uh gotta go back to class,” she grabbed her things before taking off. Great.

“You uh left this in my car yesterday,” standing up you took your jacket from him.

“Thanks. How did you know I was here?”

“I asked around in the bar.”

“Right.”

No one said anything before you both started talking at the same time. 

“I also didn’t get your name last night.”

“How long have you been there.”

You glanced away, “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N” 

“Jensen.”

“I know.”

He cleared his throat, “Right.”

“Listen I didn’t mean to be rude with what I just said.”

“Most people want to be with me for the money and fame. I don’t care about any of that.”

“I’m not most people,” you said. “I also don’t care to have my heart broken.”

“One date. One chance. Just- let me show you I’m sincere.” 

“Why? You can literally have anybody you want.”

“But I don’t want anybody. I just- there is something about you that I can’t figure out about you and it’s driving me insane.”

“One chance,” you said.

You were nervous and you weren’t even on the date yet. Cristina had come over to try and calm you down but you were having second thoughts about saying yes. 

“Y/N, mirame, hey look at me. If things go sideways you call me and I’ll pick you up.”

You nodded the knot in your stomach twisting tighter. The doorbell rang and you took a deep breath. Jensen was standing there in a flannel and some jeans and you couldn’t deny he looked good.

“Uh te-te ves hermosa,” he stuttered.

You smiled, “How long did it take you to learn that?”

He looked down rubbing the back of his neck. “All afternoon?”

It was late by the time you came back home, your stomach hurting from laughing too much.

“Gracias, thank you, for the date,” you smiled up at him. He was so close that you could smell his cologne. 

“It was my pleasure.”

“I uh- I better go.”

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’ll text you.”

It went like that for a week, Jensen showing up and taking you some place, nothing fancy or expensive but somewhere you could be together. Sometimes he would take you to one of his concerts and even though you teased him about it you enjoyed being there. Everything was good maybe just too good and of course it had to end. 

Coming late home from the bar one night all you wanted to do was sleep, your mom was in the kitchen, phone in hand.

“Hey what’s going on?”

“It’s your abuela, está enferma.”

“She’s sick? Is she going to get better?”

Your mom shook her head, “We have to go back to Mexico.”

Two days later you found yourself packing your bags. You had given your notice at school and at the bar. Cristina had come to say goodbye and it hurt to leave her. You were putting your bags in the car when a familiar car pulled up. Jensen stepping out with a frown on his face. 

“Hey what’s going on?”

“My grandma is sick and we have to go back home. Back to Mexico”

“For how long?”

“No lo sé. Couple of days? Maybe weeks?”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” He sounded incredulous and you wished this conversation had happened when you were miles away and not be able to see the hurt on his face. 

“Jensen-”

“Y/N you were going to leave for who knows how long and not tell me?”

“I was going to tell you.”

“When? When you were miles away?” He nodded, running a hand down his face. “No, you can’t do that just because you’re scared.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re scared Y/N! You’re scared about this, about what we have!”

“Jensen this was never going to last! This was nice, but we both know you weren’t going to end up with somebody like me and I am not going to end up with somebody like you. Lo siento. I have to go,” you turned getting in the car, trying not to look back. The better he accepted the truth the better it would be for you. By the time you were back in Mexico he would probably already have found somebody else. 

Jensen stood there not knowing what to say or do. She was leaving. She was leaving him. But she felt something for him. He hadn’t just imagined the past week. And it wasn’t just some simple crush that he felt, this went way deeper than that and he had to find out if she felt that same way for him. He saw your friend come out of the house by the time your car was pulling away.

“Cristina it’s Cristina right? Do you know where in Mexico Y/N is staying?” she nodded and he knew what he had to do because she had caught his eye in that bar even before he had ordered that drink. He couldn’t let her go. He had to know, even if the answer wasn’t what he wished for it to be, he had to know. 

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[jawritter]

The Arrangement

Part 2

Summery: You are a young girl that was raised in a small church in Dallas, TX. One of the only churches left in the state that still practices arranged marriages. When your betrothed ran off to California you thought you'd escape the fate you were trained for ever since a small child. Now upon the death your parents your fate seemed to be inescapable as he's returned, and is ready to take you as his bride.

Book Warnings: Arranged marriage, loss of virginity, smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, suicide attempt, battles with anxiety, struggles with mental illness, age gap (about 11 years), I think that’s it, chapters will have warnings of their own!

Chapter Warnings: Grief, dealing with the death of parents, talk of arranged marriage, some language probably? I think that’s it really.

Word Count: 1866

A/N: This book is a book about Christian and church based arranged marriages, I would like to take this moment to say that I DO NOT have ANYTHING against the Chirstian faith, and mean absolutely no harm to anyone! Especially Jensen’s family! This is a complete work of fiction, and should be treated as such!

Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons who was awesome enough to do all this for me! It was a lot of work, and she deserves all the praise for it!!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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Jensen's POV:

The church was quiet today, contrary to the place that Jensen remembered from his childhood. The gray carpets and dark auburn pews that sat on top of it in three rows were empty. There were no sounds of the musicians warming up,  not the quiet rumble of chatter as people made their way to their Sunday seats. 

Just silence.

All  the lights were off, all but the small spotlights above the pulpit that matched the color of the pews. 

A large cross with a battered man with his head hanging down on his chest hung on display for the whole of the church to see. A crown of thorns on his head, and a cloth draped around his waist.

Jensen sat in the very front row in the middle of the dark church, staring up at the man on the cross, wondering if he even knew he was down there looking up at him.

For years he'd played a character on a show that emphasized the idea of a higher deity which was God. He had been raised to know this God. He'd been taught all the Sunday school lessons all the good boys learned. He’d been baptized as a young child like so many others in the baptistry that now stood empty in the very back of the church behind the choir loft.

He knew the bible, he knew the story, he'd heard the sermons. Still something was missing; something still felt out of place. 

He'd been taught how to go through the motions. He’d  been able to fake it through most of his young and adult life. Now though, he couldn't help but find himself wondering if this man that had supposedly died, hung on a rugged cross, bearing the sins of the whole entire world even knew he existed, because here lately he sure felt alone.

Looking down at his hands that were folded in his lap, he could see they were starting to show his age. He wasn't a young man anymore, he could see it even in his hands. Middle age had hit him harder than he wanted to admit. All the stunts that he'd insisted on doing himself had scared his knuckles. He's body felt all the aches and pains of the stupid things he'd done when he was younger.

He was the same person that sat on this pew every Sunday as a young man and child, yet he wasn't. 

He was scared now, inside and out. He let a woman lie to him. Tell him she loved him, when really it was just a breeding marriage of which she got three children, and a whole lot of money. 

Which is what she wanted more than anything. The money that is.

The night he'd caught her with his best friend was the night he'd done a whole lot of rethinking. What if he'd have never left home for California? Sure he was successful and rich, but what had that gotten him? A gold digging whore, who loved nothing but money and herself.

Most men his age had a family and a home. He had nothing. A broken family, and three kids that barely recognized him at best.What if he would have married her? She probably would have given him children, a home and a family of his own. She would have been faithful. A good wife. 

Fulfilling the duties that he'd watched his mother and grandmother perform. What a wife should do. 

Not run around on you, and steal money that didn't belong to her.That's when Jensen decided it was time to come home, and do what he should have done all those years ago.

He knew about Y/n. Hell he was 11 years old when she was born. He held her at the hospital. She was the first baby he'd ever held. All his childhood he'd been told that was who God had picked for him to marry.

He remembered how heartbroken his mother was on his wedding day to Danneel. How disappointed his father was.They were right about her. He should have listened.

If he'd just married y/n, he'd never would have had to go through this heartache. She'd be by his side with a family that he could be proud of. Even if there was 11 years between them. 

Thankfully, the night he filed for divorce with his now ex wife he called his dad, telling him he'd seen the error of his ways, and wanted to make it right.  Y/n wasn't married off to another man. She was still living at home with her parents.

The arrangement was made at her birth. 

It still held to this day.

The tragedy of her parents passing had definitely made things a lot more difficult. More so than they had to be.

He'd allowed her to go through the motions of the proceedings of her family's funeral. Holding off on coming to marry her until she was past all of that. He'd waited this long, which was two more days.

Right now, she was at her parents house packing their belongings. He'd wanted to go meet her there and help her, but the pastor said it best to just wait here for them to bring her to him properly.

Jensen heard the heavy wood door drag across the carpet behind him and close with a pop, echoing through the empty sanctuary.

He didn't bother to turn around, just continued to stare at his hands and play with the expensive Rolex that sat on his wrist just under this black dress shirt, and black suit coat as his father's distinct heavy footsteps made their way towards him until they stopped and took a seat next to him.

"Pastor Burton just called. They are en route to the church now. Your mother is on her way with your siblings to witness the exchanging of the vows, and to sign the marriage license as witnesses."

Jensen didn't say a word, just nodded his head. Now looking back up at the man on the cross they called Jesus.

"You're doing the right thing son. I want you to know that." Alan said, looking at his son carefully. Trying to read his features.

Jensen though, showed little to no emotions. 

He'd learned how to bury those types of things in the industry. Emotion that wasn't written on paper was a sign of weakness. Not something you needed to portray unless asked to. No matter how deeply you felt it.

"Jensen, there's something you need to understand. I'm not lecturing you, I realize you are a grown man.  You’re 41 years old and perfectly capable of making your own decisions, but this girl, even though she's 29 years old, she's been heavily sheltered. Like all the girls in the church chosen by God to marry. Don't take her to that fast Hollywood lifestyle and expect her to be able to conform, cause she won't."

Jensen sat up a little straighter, and threw his left arm over the back of the pew, playing with the wood grain with his fingers.

"I know Dad. I didn't plan to. I'm going to be lying low for a while, I need a break. I spent 15 years of my life building Supernatural.It's my turn to build a life. I can't do that if I'm off somewhere filming, and just leaving y/n at some large house somewhere and expecting her to fall in love with me."

Alan nodded his head in agreement, silently breathing a sigh of relief. 

"So are you planning on staying here in Dallas? So she can continue in the church?"

"No." Jensen answered finally, looking at the man that was an older image of himself. 

"I told you a long time ago dad, I don't agree with everything that goes on here. I've been out in the world, I've seen how normal people function, and this isn't going to hold me. I can't just let it all go."

"So where are you going to take her?" Alan asked, trying to hide the disappointment that Jensen would once again be disappearing.

"Austin. I've been living in a hillside house that I purchased a while back. The one we were using as a rent house after the renovations on the lake house were done. I'm going to take her there in the morning while we get to know each other a little better. Once we're a little more sure of each other we will decide together where, and how we want to put down roots."

Alan nodded his head, watching his son intently. 

"So you intend to make this girl fall in love with you."

"Yes, I do. I want this to be a real marriage. I realize that this would have been a lot easier if  I’d have done it when I was supposed to, and her parents were still alive. I understand she's going through a lot emotionally, and I'm not looking forward to asking her to consummate the marriage tonight, even though I know it's what has to be done."

Alan tried hard to swallow the lump in his throat. He hadn't even thought that far ahead.

"Just be patient with her son. She's never done anything like this before I'm sure. They are rarely let out of the slight of their family. I'm sure she's tired, stressed, and scared. She's only seen you on what little bit of TV she was allowed to watch, I'm sure they didn't allow her to watch Supernatural. Her mother was deeply involved and devoted to the church."

Jensen nodded his head. He could feel his heart racing at the gravity of what his father was saying. For the first time he was getting nervous.

"Does she even remember me?" Jensen asked his father, feeling very small right now in the situation that was weighing down on him.

"I don't know son, I haven't spoken to her since the wake of her parents."

Another sound of the door opening and both men turned to see Donna, and Jensen's siblings making their way down the aisle. Jensen stood and wrapped his arms around his mother as she approached him.

"It's good to see you again Mom." He said, breathing in deep the comforting smell that was his mother's perfume, something that he hadn't done in a very long time. A flood of childhood memories filled his mind.

Pulling away from her finally, he greeted his siblings with a short nod that they'd returned. Both of them kept their distance.

"Are you ready Mr. Ackles?" Bro. Charles said, making his way down toward the small group of people. Jensen took a deep breath, and looked over at the young man who was clearly trying to keep his distance.

"I'm ready." Jensen said, as Charles went to turn all the lights on in the sanctuary.��

Jensen took his place standing in front of the altar as directed. He looked down at the small table that said, "Do this in remembrance of me" on it. Where the marriage license lay, awaiting their signatures.

This was it. There was no turning back now.

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[katymacsupernatural]

Puppy Love  Part 1

Musician Jensen x Reader AU

1500 Words

Written For: @spnaubingo and @spnfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Musician Jensen(AU) Walking the dog(fluff)

Summary: Y/N is desperate for a job, and takes one taking care of a couple of dogs. Little does she know that it’s for one of the most successful Musician’s ever. Will she get to know her new boss, and what happens when she realizes who he is. 

Warnings: None. Big dogs??

Glancing down at the paper in your hand, you read the address once again. You were standing in front of the correct place, but you still weren’t sure. It was so much fancier than your normal clients, and you hoped it wasn’t some sort of mistake.

“Here goes nothing,” you whispered, smoothing down your simple gray hoodie and your black leggings. With your hair in a ponytail, you were ready for a day taking care of dogs. Not exactly ready to step into high society, which is exactly what the house in front of you screamed.

A large, iron fence surrounded the large manicured lawn. A two-story house sat off in the distance, a large light colored stone and shining glass windows. It was beautiful, and cost more than you would ever see in your lifetime.

Taking a deep breath, you pressed the speaker button by the gate. “Yes?” A deep voice asked.

“Hello. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m the dog walker.”

“Come on in. To the side entrance please,” the voice said before the gates started sliding open. You began the trek up the paved driveway, bypassing the main entrance as you turned towards the garage. A door was off to the side, and you had a feeling that was the entrance you were supposed to use. Raising your hand to knock, the door swung open, a petite red haired woman standing there with a perplexed look on her face. “And you are?”

“I was just let in through the gate. I’m Y/N? The dog walker,” you told her, wondering if she was going to let you in. You were beginning to wonder if this job was worth all the hassle. But it paid well, and you were struggling to get by.

Nodding, you tucked a long curl behind her hair, stepping back and ushering you inside. “I was wondering when you would arrive. I just didn’t expect someone so...pretty.”

Lightly blushing under the underhanded compliment, you stepped inside the nice little foyer. Probably not as fancy as the main entrance, it still had warm colors, decorated elegantly. “I’m Ruth, the housekeeper. This way please.”

You followed her down the long hallway, past a kitchen that was bigger than your entire apartment. Gleaming marble countertops and top of the line appliances filled the luxurious kitchen, and you imagined yourself spending hours in their, baking to your heart's content.

“The dogs are kept to the back of the house, and from now on I expect you to find your way there by yourself. You will be given a key to the side door, but be assured, someone will be watching. We don’t just let anyone in this house.”

“Can I ask who my boss is?” You asked her as you stepped into a large, tiled room. Immediately you could tell it was the dog's room. Plus dog beds lined one wall. Toys were strewn around the room, and a doggy door led to the large backyard. The doggy door was one of the biggest ones you had ever seen, as was the dog beds against the ball. Making you wonder exactly what type of dogs you would be dealing with.

“As far as you’re concerned, it’s me,” she announced. “You will be taking care of two dogs. They are both Tibetian Mastiffs. I hope you are aware of the breed.”

“I have heard of them, yes.”

Pulling her pocket out of her phone, Rowena seemed to forget you were in the room for a moment. “I want you to read up on them. They are very expensive dogs and take a lot of time and care. They do not trust easily, and I do not have time to babysit you. You will be given a check every two weeks. You will have to work around the owner’ schedule and keep out of his way when he is home. I expect you to be here every morning to make sure these dogs are taken care of. Is that clear?”

“Perfectly clear,” you assured her, just as two monstrous dogs came up to the doggy door, growling as they noticed you. Pushing their way through the door, they came striding towards you, their hackles raised.

“Sam, Dean, heel,” Rowena snapped, the Scottish tilt of her voice even more noticeable. “They know all commands. I will leave you to get acquainted.”

She left the room, and you turned to stare back at the dogs. Their shackles had gone down, but they were still standing there, unsure of you. “Hey guys,” you spoke softly, reaching out your hand, holding it upside down so they could sniff you. The one with the green collar came up to you first, sniffing your hand. You could read the name Dean etched on his name tag. “Hey Dean,” you whispered, waiting until he licked your hand before you reached up and petted his ear. Sam came up then, sniffing your arm as you petted his brother. “You are absolutely beautiful,” you whispered. They were huge, towering over you as you crouched down in front of them. Thick and furry, they were the largest dogs you had ever seen. “I think we’re going to be good friends. Wanna go for a walk?”

Bouncing up and down, they made their way back to the door, and you followed them out to the backyard. A tall fence surrounded the yard, no doubt to keep the dogs in, but maybe to keep prying eyes out as well. Off to the side was a pool with a waterfall on one side. A large patio with a fire pit, bbq grill, and patio furniture finished off the backyard, fancier than any backyard you had ever seen. “Who is your owner?” You whispered as both Sam and Dean walked by your side. They almost came up to your chest, like huge, giant real-life teddy bears. Dean woofed in response to your question before taking off towards the back of the yard, Sam following suit.

You let them run around for a while, enjoying the warm air, wishing you wouldn’t get in trouble for taking a swim.

It was almost an hour later that you finally called them back, surprised they came running back to you, laying their heads against you. “You guys are just sweeties,” you told them, rubbing behind their ears as you led them back inside. In a cupboard, you found the container of high-end dog food, instructions written on the container. Giving them a little bit of food each, you noticed a picture on the wall. It was of both dogs, a man in between them. Letting the dogs eat, you stepped closer to the picture, getting a good looker at their owner.

In the picture, he was wearing ripped jeans, a pair of heavy black boots and a leather jacket. His face was covered in stubble, his green eyes staring straight at the camera. He was extremely handsome, much younger than you had imagined. Maybe mid 30’s, with dark sandy blonde hair that seemed a little messy. He seemed tall, his shoulders weighed and strong. “Your owner is a handsome man,” you told the dogs who paid no attention to you. “I wonder who he is to afford such a place.”

Just then there was a knock on the door and Rowena stuck her head inside. “I’m surprised to see you here still. But it’s time for you to go. He will be here any moment, and will no doubt want to spend time with his dogs. He hasn’t seen them in almost two weeks.”

“Of course. And when do you want me back?”

“I think seven would be perfect. Just in time to let them out for the morning, and give them their breakfast.”

With those words, she turned on her heel, and you followed her back down the hallway. Stepping outside, you began the trek back down the driveway. The gates slid open, and you were about ready to begin the trek to the nearest bus stop when an old, classic car came to a stop in front of you. The window rolled down, and you immediately recognized the green eyes from the picture in the dog room. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” you stuttered, not sure how you were supposed to handle meeting who had to be the boss. “I’m just leaving for the day.”

“And you are?”

“Y/N. I take care of the dogs,” you said quickly. “Today was my first day.”

He nodded. “I heard the last one quit. I’m Jensen, but you probably already know that.  It’s nice to meet you.”

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you stepped to the side as he turned his car down the driveway and you began the long trek to the bus station. Wondering if you would be able to see Jensen again tomorrow. Knowing it was foolish to already feel a slight crush on your boss, knowing that he would have nothing to do with a simple dog walker.

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[idreamofplaid]

SPN Kink Bingo 2019 Masterlist

I’m going all in with the writing thing! I’m putting together the bits and pieces of my Overall Masterlist. Here’s my kink square fills from last year. I’m currently working on this years card!

Risky Business - Sam x Reader - Public Sex

You Always Surprise Me - Sam x Reader - Feminization

That Moment - Sam x Reader - Facials

Making the Best of It - Sam x Reader - Mutual Masturbation

Anything for You - Sam x Reader - Spanking

Crossing the Line - Sam x Reader - Face Fucking

Never More Perfect - Sam x Reader - Road Head

Sanctuary - Sam x Reader - Coming Untouched

I Know What’s Mine - Sam x Reader - Edging

Turning the Tables - Dean x Reader - Roommates

A Queen’s Heart - Sam x Reader - Trope Reversals

The Muse - Sam x Reader - Orgasm Denial

Validation - Jared x Reader - First Time

Backstage Pass - musician!Jared x Reader - Free Space

Nesting In Vancouver- Jared x Reader - Nesting

I Have a Dream - tattoo artist!Jared x Reader - Tattoos

The Smell of Her - Dean x Reader - Scenting 

She’s the Magic - Sam x Rowena - Fisting

Sweetheart - Jensen x Reader - Non Con Roleplay

Just What You Wanted - Jared x Reader - Pegging

Facing the Darkness - Dean x Reader - Alpha/Omega

An Unfamiliar Feeling - Dean x Reader - Arranged Marriage

Embrace the Unknown - Dean x Reader - Begging

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[megastarstriker]

{𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫}

      ~Nikki Sixx x reader~

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★Prologue★

“Pilot: When L.A. Burns”

Part 2

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< Prologue (Part 1)

Warnings: Cussing, suggestive jokes, slight angst and mention of violence

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Nikki Sixx x Female Reader

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩:

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: When her step-brother and ex-roommate ,Casey Jensen(Cage), decides to leave home to go to L.A. and form a band. Although hesitant, she decides to take his invitation to go with him to escape her alone and pain-in the-ass life behind. Looking back as she leaves, she wonders if she made the right decision or if she should go back.( I don’t own Mötley Crüe or the actors used in this story, I only own the plot and the band characters I made up. This book and maybe for the entirety of it, will be based off and detailed from the books the Dirt and the Heroin Diaries. Some lines are used from the movie the Dirt, all of these books or movie lines that I mentioned that I will use for the story belong to their creators.)

Taglist: @leatherandheels @xxqueencolourxx @suranne-doesstuff @littlemisscare-all , @niksixx, @nikkisiexx, @nikki-fucking-sixx @prettyyoungandbored @matchaandhoney @savannahgrace98, @metalheartofgold, @dustnbones , @sikinikx, @seventieshead-modernlover, @tbonelee, @mrsixx, @queen-crue, @mikaiya1313, @ginny-rose-sixx, @bus-jackson​,

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED TO THIS STORY WITH AN ASK MESSAGE 💕

𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙨:

(Y/N) - Your Name

(L/N) - Last Name

(N/N) - Nickname

(S/C) - Skin Color

(E/C) - Eye Color

(H/C) - Hair Color

(H/L) - Hair Length

(F/S) - Favorite Shirt

(F/F) - Favorite Food

(F/D) - Favorite Drink

(L/C) - Lipstick Color

(F/A) - Favorite Animal

Characters:

BEN HARDY as CASEY CAGE

MÖTLEY CRÜE as THEMSELVES

WILLIAM FICHTNER as ROBERT JENSEN

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1978, L.A. - Whiskey -a- Go Go, Backstage. 

“You’re out of the band”, The man said simply as he was holding a cigarette to his lips as he looked at a young man with messy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Holding the guitar in his hand, he gripped tightly as he looked at the guy who gave him the news as he stood there, still smoking his cigarette,” You’re obviously not cut out for this. Too slow and too much of a waste if we kept you.”

Casey stood there with a shocked, yet pissed look at the man as the sharp and hurting words reached his ears. He turned his attention to the other members who didn’t speak up or anything and simply just minded their own business.” So this is how it is then.”, Casey said as he looked down, trying so hard not to punch the asshole that took him off the band he formed,” Alright. I see. If you’re gonna seriously take someone of the band it should be yourself you fucking asshole.”

“We don’t need you anymore. We already found another guitarist.”

“Look if you’re gonna whine like a baby. Do it outside.”, The other man, with brunette hair and who was next to the guy said in a pissed manner as he approached him. Holding his hands out as he shoved and pushed him away in a rude manner.,” Back off.”

Casey took this as offense and punched him in the center of his face. When this occurred the brunette and him started to fight each other punch after punch and kick after kick, as the others were alerted immediately and tried to get them from each others claws and from killing each other.

As they separated the brunette from the blonde on the floor, Casey’s lip had a tear, that started drip with blood and the side of his eye had an ugly bruise, but it wasn’t any prettier for the guy standing above him who was being restrained by two other men.  His nose was busted, and blood was slowly trailing from underneath it towards his lips as it reached down his chin, in a brutal manner. 

Casey then stood up from the ground, slightly wincing in pain as he held his side, looking at the men with a furious gaze. If looks could kill those men would be dead in the most gruesome way possible, like a tiger ripping a part its prey. “ What the fuck is wrong with you?!”, one of the members shouted at him.

He stood up as he tried his best to not limp, looking at the members, his brows still furrowed at them as he looked at his bruised knuckles.” I’ll tell you what’s fucking wrong. I quit!! ”

He then took the strap of his guitar and swung it to the wall, smashing and breaking it in half. He then threw the broken neck of the guitar that was still in his hands and threw it above the group.

“So Fuck you and go to hell with you all!!”

“Because you’ve just lost yourself a musician who can actually play unlike the rest of you cunts.”

He then looked at the lead singer who was behind the guy with the broken nose.

“Just so were clear....”

He then took a glass cup with a few drops of whiskey and threw it at the guy a few inches away from him. Smashing at the wall behind him with a clear shatter.

“Your singing sucks balls!”

He then exited the room before taking the bottle of Jack Daniels with him and leaved the area outside. It was cold and dark, neon lights illuminating the streets, with crowds of people in every corner in the Sunset Strip. There was many people around him doing a load of crazy sort of things. Whether it was smoking, doing drugs, drinking, or having sex it didn’t matter. He was now busy in trying to figure out how to tell (Y/N) about the fact that he was out of the band. 

“Shit, I seriously fucked up now. Didn’t I?”, He said under his breath as the wind flew past him, brushing few of his messy strands to the side of his face.,” Fuck!”

He grabbed at his hair in frustration as he cursed at himself. He thought about how you would feel about all of this. If she would be angry or sad? or worse? He was supposed to be the responsible sibling and friend. Yet, here he was messing everything up for the both of you. Ever since that day... when they both made that deal. He promised himself and mainly to her, he would try his best to make a living together, and never break it. He didn’t want her to leave back to they’re parents. They were bad people. He knew it and he knows she knew it too. But she was very sympathetic, always ignoring the bad and trying to change it for the good. That’s how she managed to even befriend him. 

Thinking about you now that the show was finished, Casey then decided to enter the bar once again as he finished getting his stuff packed. Not wasting, anytime he finished the beer he took from the backstage and threw it on the ground, disposing of it. He knew you were waiting in there, as he saw you watching the gig at a distance swaying a bit to the music. So that’s what he did, he went inside the bar and just like that....

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“Get the hell off of me!”, I yelled at the guy who was obviously shitfaced from too many drinks. I tried my best to be polite to the guy and told him I wasn’t interested, but he wasn’t having any of it apparently. So here I was in the most horrible situation any girl could ever be in.” Let me go, Damnit!”

I said as I repeatedly slapped his gripping hand from mine, only to figure out it only made him grip it much tighter. Knowing it wasn’t working I took the opportunity and used the heel on my boot and with whatever force I could muster brought it down to his foot and squished it.

“You Little Bitch!”, The man shouted in a groan filled with pain from the impact on his foot I gave him. In one swift movement he slapped me with his free hand, causing me to stumble and fall on the floor as I held my burning cheek that stung, making me wince by just touching it. “Now you’re really gonna get it.”, He said in a menacing tone as he stood above and towered over me, making me feel cornered with no way out. I ,of course, started to panic and without thinking I quickly kicked him in the groin. Causing him to bend down and grab it in pain, I tried scooting myself away from him and try to stand up. But as soon as I did, the guy just grabbed me by my neck and propped me against the wall. Alarmed and extremely anxious, I started to breath heavily as tears started to brink at my eyes. I tried clawing at his hand that was gripping slowly at my neck. “P-please stop!”, I said loudly and a bit out of breath from the pressure at my throat. 

“Listen here. You can cry and shout all you want girly, but no ones gonna hear ya. Got it.”, He whispered lowly and uncomfortably next to my ear, causing me to gag at the strong smell of booze coming from him,” So why don’t you be good girl and shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

 “The hell’s going on here?”, A voice said from nearby, from a slight glimpse I could see a young lean and tallish man with long, brown and slightly curly hair, wearing a leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt with leopard printed pants that looked a bit small on him. The guy had this look of suspicion, but then changed as he saw what really was going on. “Hey! Back off you’re hurting her!”, the guy said.

But the man didn’t do anything I looked at the young brown-haired guy with a pleading look as tears stained my reddish cheeks. “ I said let her go you jackass!”

Suddenly, as if a miracle just happened I caught a glimpse of blonde hair rushing behind the drunk man who was gripping my neck harshly, and felt his weight pressed against me disappear as he was pulled and ripped away from me. I then fell on the floor as his hand lost its grip and coughed a bit violently as I breathed the air heavily. I then noticed someone else punching one of the men who assaulted me, along with the blonde guy who had the shitfaced guy pressed up against the wall.

Casey...

“Is that how you treat a chick you fucking asshole”, Casey sneered at the guy as he kicked the guy on his side. The guy that was being brutally kicked and punched by him shuffled away from him as Casey panted.

Slowly, I started having a panic attack as tears started to drip from my eyes,  I then felt two hands grip my shoulders softly, and as I traced them they belonged to the guy who tried helping me. My (E/C) irises locked with soft hazel ones as they traced my terrified and teary eyed ones in concern. He then put his hands on my face gently and gingerly, causing me to flinch at the contact, not only because it was from a complete stranger, but because of the bruise I had that lingered on my cheek.

“H-Hey, are you okay.”, He asked me as he looked at my face, a bit out of breath as he scanned my face to look for any injuries. He then noticed me wince as he made little pressure with his soft hands on my cheek. He then left his hands of my face as he held them up slightly in defense and mumbled a little ‘sorry’ that sounded genuine and quite sheepish. “ I just want to make sure you’re okay, Dude. I’m not gonna hurt you like that shit-faced guy did, Okay.” 

I nodded silently and whispered an ‘okay’ completely trusting him as I was still quite traumatized and panicked with what just happened. I then saw Casey from the corner of my eyes as he looked at me. His baby blue eyes that were fused with rage and anger turning into concern and worrisome as he rushed over towards me before turning to the other guy. 

“Are you another one of those assholes!”, He shouted at him as he raised his fist up his whole body leaning over his sitting figure.

“Woah, Chill man! I didn’t try to do anything to her I swear, Dude.”, He replied as he held his hands up slightly to tell him that he wasn’t part of the almost sex assault that just happened,” I just saw the chick getting strangled by the guy and sort of kicked his ass for it, but that’s it!”

Casey then as he still held his fist to the guy, turned his eyes to me for confirmation and I slowly nodded a ‘yes’ towards him. He then lowered his fist and backed away slowly from my ‘savior’. Casey then went to my side and reached over to look at my face and noticed the marks on my neck and cheek,” That fucker.” he muttered harshly under his breath with furrowed brows as he gulped slowly at the lump in his throat.

“Thank you”, I told the guy as he looked between me and Casey.

“Its cool, someone had to step in to teach those men a lesson, and with the many punches we gave to those dickhead’s....”, He replied as he made a punching motion as if he were boxing in a comedic manner, ”They’ll never wanna come back now and mess with us.”

I laughed a bit with a wince as he did that.” You’re not a boxer.”

“Whose to say that? You never know what’s under these fucking fists.” He replied with a grin as he held his fist up in a fighting stance.

I chuckled again at his goofy manner as he joined in along with my brother who was trying so hard to keep a bold hard face, but couldn’t from how ridiculous the guy was being and so he joined in the laughter.

“Name’s Tommy Bass, but my friend’s call me Tommy”, the guy said as he held his hand out in a greeting and friendly fashion.

“(Y/N)”, I answered as I held his hand shaking it softly. The guy named Tommy seemed very enthusiastic and excited in his own childish but cute way. 

He then looked to my brother over my shoulder while he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, sitting next to me in the ground.” Casey Cage, but Casey is just fine.”, Casey simply said followed with a sigh.

“Rad name. You were also pretty fucking hardcore, by the way when you kicked that guy in the nuts, you really showed him.”, Tommy complimented with a happy smile as he then went to fumble something on his pocket and took it out to reveal a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. My brother in return just shrug his shoulders, like he didn’t really care whether he thought it was cool or not, but the smile on his face proved he was kind of happy to hear it.,

We all talked for a few hours making me feel more calm and relaxed and a whole lot stressed from what just happened a few moments ago.

“ Look I know we just got out of some messed up shit, but I was thinking maybe we could all go down to the diner down the street and hang out there. It’ll cool things down, lighten the mood Y’know. They’ve got some killer pancakes too. That’s if you dudes are cool with it.”

I laughed softly at Tommy’s adorable behavior, and thought about what he said for a moment. To be honest, it was a great idea. The last thing I wanted to think about was getting almost raped and my virginity away by those bastards. It’ll calm me down from my anxious and shocked state. Besides, Casey being there it will make me feel safer. His suggestion was all for good intentions too and he did save my life it was the least I could do. Plus, he seemed pretty friendly, and I want to get to know him better. After all, he did just comfort me and beat the guy’s ass and teeth off.” Well, I am kind of hungry and I think you are pretty cool. Sure. Lead the way.”

“Okay then, Let’s go.”, Tommy cheered as he stood up and took the cigarette out of his mouth for a moment, letting the smoke leave his rosy lips, before putting it back on his mouth, giving me a tight-lipped smile that adorned his face very nicely, the sense of its comfort making me smile as well.

Casey gave me and Tommy a face that read “seriously” to us both, as he raised an eyebrow.

“What?”, Tommy and I said in unison as we looked at him in confusion, as we started to walk away from the cramped and dark alleyway, that had barely any light.

                     “Nothing.”, Casey replied as he shook his head in disbelief as he uncrossed his arms, letting them fall gently at his side, as he let his back scoot away from the wall and walked towards us, dusting his pants of as he did. Following Tommy,  we walked side by side all three of us on the sidewalk of the street.

A few moments passed and it was somewhat quite. Awfully quiet. I thought of asking Casey about his broken lip and his bruised eye, but I somehow decided against it. I knew it couldn’t have been from the fight, being that he didn’t get punched rather he was the one who attacked first.’ Did something happen to him while he was backstage?’ I thought  as I pondered a bit over that fact. I knew he was perfectly fine with defending himself and standing strong, being that he did just punched that bastard and he has been in many fight in the past. But as his closest friend and only sibling, I couldn’t help but feel a bit worried about him. Sure he was sometimes a jerk and all, he sometimes got himself into trouble, but still...

“So, what kind of music do you like?”, Tommy asked breaking me from my thoughts and the ice that was growing between us as we walked quietly,  his bright eyes met mine,” Rock ‘N’ Roll?”

“Yeah, we listen to rock n roll. Both of us.”, I answered with a sweet smile as I gestured to Casey who was walking silently beside us both, his shoes grazing the pavement beneath him with each step, limping slightly as he did.

“Really?! Sick!”, He replied as he held a rock sign on his hand with a joyful grin on his lips, ”What bands do you listen to?”

“We listen to AC/DC, Kiss, Queen, Black Sabbath, The Rolling Stones, and a whole lot more than I can count.”, I laughed a bit as I listed.

“Nice, What’s your favorite. Mine’s is KISS, their music is fucking fire.”, He said in a almost awed manner as he talked about them.

“Well, I think every band has their own charm and flaw that makes them unique and a favorite to everyone. But since you asked, I love AC/DC.”

“Not Bad, babes. I think their pretty sweet too.”, He said as he glanced out at me through the corner of his eye, as he smoked his cigarette.

As we were approaching the diner up ahead, a few drops of what appear to be rain came to fall from the late midnight sky, wetting my jacket a bit. Tommy and Casey noticed it too as they felt the raindrops that turned into almost pouring water to fall on their dry heads.

“Last one to the diner is an old chicken!”, Tommy yelled as he ran his fast legs carrying him to the diner. His hair flying behind him as he ran like crazy as if his life depended on it.

“No fair! You got a head start.”, I yelled as I laughed a bit, running behind Tommy, as Casey started to run beside me, the rain pouring down to the grown and underneath our feet each second.

“Slowpoke!”, He yelled back as he kept running at a fast pace, reaching the diner’s doors. He held his arms wide in the air, as he released two rock signs on both of his hands.

I then stopped running as I stood in front of Tommy, Casey right beside me, holding his mouth as he tried not to laugh at my tired expression.

“Finally, for a second I thought you were gonna be last!”, Tommy laughed out as he held the door to the diner.

“What is that suppose to mean?”, I asked in a sassy remark with my arms crossed as I furrowed my brows.

“Ooh, Cocky are we?”, He replied as he held the door for me with a grin,” Ladies first.”

“Asshole”, I muttered lowly but a bit louder enough so he can hear me, as I tried to suppress a growing grin on my face.

Looking at inside the diner, it was pretty much packed with a lot of people in different booths. Luckily there was an empty one from between a couple of ones that were full. We took a seat on the empty booth, Casey went on the front, inside as I followed and entered on the edge of the seat, Tommy sitting across from us both and waited until the waitress came to take our order.

The place was loud and filled with chattering as the people around us talked, the only ones quiet and waiting patiently was us. Tommy was impatiently tapping his foot on the ground like a little kid waiting for the school bell to ring for the end of school, while Casey with a bored look took a napkin from the tabletop napkin holder, rolled it up a bit. As he held his nose with one hand, leaning his head back, and with the other placed the rolled up napkin inside, as hints of blood started to drip from underneath his bruised nose.

“Damn, that nose looks seriously fucked up. Did you get into a fight with someone?”, Tommy asked directly at Casey as he looked at my brother’s wound on his lip, nose, and on the side of his eye, hissing at the sight. Casey simply turned his head away as he dabbed the napkin into his lip holding it in place to stop the bleeding, ignoring his comment as he simply didn’t want to talk about it, avoiding his question. Tommy took this as away to not lead that conversation forward and simply dismiss it, as he leaned his upper half body on the table, both of his arms standing and laying on it for support as he scratched his head, while his head was turned away to look at something else.

Then as if it were a miracle, the waitress came and stood before us. Tommy instantaneously sat up as he looked at the young attractive waitress that was holding a small notepad and pen in her hand. “May I take your order?”

“I’ll have Blueberry Pancakes, please and maybe something a little extra...”, He replied to the waitress as he flirted with her. Getting the message, the waitress simply rolled her eyes at him and looked towards the both of us, awaiting our order so she can write it down. 

“Umm..”, I tried to think as I looked at the menu that was placed in front of me,” a (F/F) and (F/D) would be nice.”

Then the lady looked towards my brother, in which in return he stared at her, while she tapped her foot at the outside corner of the table.

 “I’ll have a Jack-”Casey managed to say, before I stomped his foot that was next to mine from underneath the table, not letting him finish his sentence at all. 

“A coke, please.”, I replied sweetly as I turned to Casey, who was pissed at me for not letting him speak to the lady and order what he really wanted.

The lady then nodded to us as she then flipped the page on her notepad and wrote, what I assumed was our orders.

“Your order will be out shortly.”, She said as she placed the pencil to her ear with a hand on her hip, as she finished writing and closed the notepad,” In the meantime, I’ll bring you guys some water while you wait.”

“Thank You.”, I said to her as she hummed in response as she left the table.

Once she was out of ear shot, Casey then spoke out,” What the hell was that for?”

“You’re not drinking. Especially, when you are gonna be the one driving the van.”, I whispered-shouted at him.

He then rolled his eyes at me and simply answered,” I wasn’t gonna get wasted like that.”

“I know, but still...”, I told him as I looked down at my lap fiddling with my fingers and my hands. 

I then pressed the jacket closer to my neck trying to cover the slightly marked bruise spot there, so no one can get the wrong idea of one of the boys hurting me in any way. The world seem around us seem to move on, except for us three who where still sitting in awkward silence.

“Here”,  The woman who was first attending us brought us our water,” I’ll come again when your order is ready.”

Placing the tray in front of us and then putting the glasses of water in front, she then left as she took the tray along with her.

 Casey then took the water as he drank from it. I on the other hand played around with the straw inside the glass. While Tommy, was surprisingly quiet this whole time, probably feeling a bit awkward. Who am I kidding? This was awkward. We were all feeling awkward.

“So...”, Tommy started to say as he drummed his fingers on the table, pursing his lips as he tried to think of something to say, with slightly wide eyes as he looked at the table as if it were the only interesting thing right now.,” Are you guys....like a thing?”

Casey as he heard that choked on the water that he was drinking, that was brought to us on the table by the waitress as we waited for our food, and holding the napkin he had on his nose that was keeping it from bleeding in surprise, making him cough as he tried to compose his fit, his eyes watering and wide as he covered his mouth with his left arm.

“You okay?”, He asked worriedly as he watched him coughing. I looked at him as well, a hand resting on his shoulder as I tapped it gently.

Casey then in a raspy voice managed to say ‘I’m good’ as he let out a few coughs, before he finally finished.

“We...aren’t a couple.”, I responded Tommy’s question,” We’re related to each other” .In which he let out an ‘Oh’ in response, as he realized. 

“Sorry, It’s just. You guys fight like an old married couple. It sorta gave me the idea you both were hooking up or dating, some shit like that.”, Tommy said laughing a bit, as he said that.

“No we are not.”, I said as I laughed a bit too, nervously.,” But you do have the arguing part, down right.”

I then looked around the place of the diner a bit as I watched people eating or just talking.

“This place is really nice, I didn’t think there was a diner near the bar we were just at.”, I said with a smile as I looked at Tommy.

“I know, right. I usually come here often after I watch a few of the gigs down at that bar,. Speaking of which...Care to tell me what a pretty chick like you was doing in a place like that?”, Tommy asked out of nowhere curiously, as he sat across me from the both we were in, trying to be flirty but at the same time to not be awkward.

“Umm, I was seeing him play, his gig, at.. the bar ,‘Whiskey-a-Go Go’.”, I replied nervously, pointing at Casey as I stared at Casey through the corner of my eyes and explained to Tommy,” He invited me to come see his show.”

“Oh, Now that you mention it....Wait a minute! I think I’ve seen you before”, Tommy said as he looked at my brother with furrowed brows, squinting his eyes and pointing at him as he tried remembering something,” No fucking way! You’re the dude that played that rad guitar solo onstage at the Whiskey.”

“Yeah, So?”, He asked slightly annoyed and defensive, I elbowed him gently as I glared at him at the corner of my eyes, trying to remind him to be nice.

“What you did onstage was so awesome. You had the whole audience begging on their fucking knees for more!.”, He said followed with a laugh as he finished his sentence.

“Well, some of them didn’t think so. Those crackheads kicked me out of their shit-show. We’re done and over with. Couldn’t be more happier about it.”, He replied lowly, mumbling the last sentence to himself, as he looked down at the napkin that he pressed on his lip, that was stained with dried blood as it trickled a bit from his torn lip.

“Dude! That’s definitely their damn loss, they are seriously gonna miss out on your skills. What you did was pretty badass. The show, not the nose, but...the Nose looks pretty badass too.”

“Yeah, the singer was such an ass.”, Casey replied in a muffle as he held the blood stained napkin in his fingers, pressed against his mouth and nose.

“Yeah I saw the banter that happened onstage. Hey, fuck him, though. He deserved it. Besides, he wasn’t much of a good one any ways.”, He said with sincerity as he looked towards my brother and then to me.

“He is right, you know. You were pretty good up there.”, I said 

I nodded at him with a smile, as Casey looked towards Tommy a small smile starting to reach on his lips, but silently dismissed it as he downed more of the clear liquid from his glass of water and turned his head away from him.

“Do you play in a band?”, I asked Tommy as I drank from my still full water on the table.

“Not at the moment, But I’m planning on joining a band called ‘Suite 19′. I’m gonna be their new drummer.”, He said taking out from his belt, in what looked like to be drumsticks,” That’s when the guys decide to kick the other guy out. I talked to them about it too, But I don’t know. They are still kind of thinking about it.”

Casey then looked at him with furrowed brows as he saw the drumsticks he was carrying.” Do you carry those with you, everywhere you go?”

“Yeah.”, He said as he began to play around with his drumstick in his hand, twirling them around in a very fast motion, without making a mistake as to drop it.

“That’s great. Casey also knows how to play the drums.”, I said as he  kept twirling them at a quick pace keeping his gaze at us. 

“Nice. Does that mean you can do stuff like this?”, He said as he began to do many twirls around his fingers with the drumstick, in different movements all in one hand. Only for him to drop them by accident as he made the drumsticks stop turning around and rested them on his hand. Leaning down to pick them up from the ground as he muttered ‘shit’ under his breath silently.

“Huh. Not bad. Where’d you learn to do that?”, Casey asked Tommy as he kept twirling his drumsticks between his fingers.

“I’ve been practicing since I was three. Also, High school marching band. ”, He said with a sigh and laugh as he stopped twirling his drumsticks, letting them fall on the table gently, as he gave us a tight lipped smile.,” Hey, but I rock too.”

Casey looked down at the table shaking his head as he let out a chuckle to escape his mouth followed by a smirk.” Yeah, I can see that.”

Then from a distance the woman held a tray of our order towards us. She held it down on the table. and passed each of our plates in front of us. Afterwards, she placed an icepack right next to me and my food on the table. I then looked towards her only for her to respond, “Its for the bruise. It will help with the swelling. Enjoy the food, hon.”

She then left leaving me shocked and a bit happy as I thanked her shyly for the ice pack, I then placed the small ice pack around my neck, tensing at the coldness of it coming into contact with my stinging skin that still hurt quite a bit from earlier. A few moments later though I relaxed as I adjusted to the feeling.

“You seriously eat that at this time?”, I heard Casey asked Tommy from beside me.

“Yeah, I mean its Pancakes. Nothing is late ”, He said  as he started to take a bite of the delicious and warm stack of pancakes.

“I know that, but Don’t you think its a bit late for that?”, I asked him with a laugh.

“Hey, food isn’t late for anything, especially Pancakes. Besides, they taste fucking amazing.”, He said  a bit muffled as he started eating his Pancakes with a smile, like a kid eating a sweet treat.

“Yes, we fucking now that by now. Now can we please just eat, right now”, Casey said as he laughed afterwards a small smile on his face. 

“Okay, Geez....”, I replied with a tiny laugh.

We all three laugh together, as we talked and talked, while we ate. The mood was comfortable and relaxing. Everyone was having a good time, even Casey surprisingly as well. But then it was already time to go as we finished eating our food and I checked the time on my watch.

“Anything else, you want?”, The lady prior to coming at our table with our orders said, as she stood in front of us. 

“No just the check. I’ll pay”, Casey spoke as he looked at the lady in front of us taking out his wallet from his jacket’s pocket.

She nodded and went to the cash register at the front, passing around a group  of people behind it. We then left the booth, and approached the register as Casey paid for the food. Afterwards, we left the place walking on the streets.

“So, what did you guys think?”, He asked as he walked beside us.

“It was nice. you’re pretty cool and you aren’t so bad at all.”, I responded a bit shyly and Casey replied with a simple ‘yeah’ as he walked to the right side of me.

“Thanks, you dudes are pretty cool too.”, He said with a laugh as we both walked towards the parking lot, where our van was parked right next to the ‘Whiskey-a- go go’.  “ Do you come to this place often?”

I nodded with a yes and a small giggle,” Usually, to see bands play.”

” Guess we will be running into each other a lot, huh.” Tommy said as he put his hands in his jacket’s pockets

“Yeah, I guess so.”, I then said as I moved towards Casey.

From there, we parted ways and said goodbye to Tommy, hoping to meet again tomorrow at the same time and place for the last day of the weekend.

Entering the car and pulling away from the parking lot that was next to the bar as we drove away back to our house. It was pretty quiet. Too quiet. I wanted to talk to him about the situation about how he got fired from his band, but I new that was a very strong subject, especially since he was more calmer now then ever.

The rest of the way home was quieter than ever as a random song from the radio was playing in the car. He then parked away next to our place. and just stood there.

“I can’t believe that fucking happen to you.”, He told me all of a sudden as he kept his eyes on the wheel, making my hand pull away from the car’s doorknob as I was ready to leave the car and into the house.

“T-tommy was there when it happen and h-he saved me from that, I-its ok-, ”, I mustered to say as I kept my eyes down, and sunk my body deeper in to the passenger seat.

“No its not fucking okay, those fucking creeps could’ve raped you, because of me!”, He said guiltily with anger as he gripped the wheel a bit tighter and yelled at me,” What if- what if he wasn’t there at all! Damnit”

“Casey!”, I yelled at him so he could hear what I had to say, as he scolded himself for leaving me,” I’m fine, and that’s what matters. Stop blaming yourself for it, It wasn’t your fault. None of it, Okay. You were there too, and you prevented it from happening. Those bastard got what he deserved. I’m safe right now, because of you. You’re a good brother. And a good friend”

He looked at me from the corner of his eyes before leaving his gripping hands away from the wheel and wrapped them around me. He hugged me.

“I know. I’m just afraid that one day I’ll mess up and fail.”, He said his voice cracking by just a bit as he sucked in a breath, trying to hold his emotions together.

The grip he had on me was strong but not too tight either as he buried his face on my neck, embracing me. It startled me at first, but then I let my arms wrap around his strong frame.

“You won’t”, I reassured him with sincerity as I soothed him by rubbing his back gently. Burying my face on his firm shoulder.,” You never did.”

 We stayed there for a few moments that almost lasted forever, before he moved himself away from me giving me my space.

“How can you say that. How do you know for sure?”, He said almost as a question as he stared at me softly.

“I just know.”, I told him as I held his hand in mine gently,” Trust me.”

He nodded silently at me as his blue eyes soften as he stared at mine. 

We held hands and walked towards the house. As soon as Casey opened the door and turned on the lights to the house, I rushed to my room and to my bathroom. Looking at the bruise more clearly, it wasn’t that bad but it was a bit noticeable. Laying down the icepack that I carried all the way from the diner on the pale sink. Quickly, I went to the bedroom and took my midnight clothes. Then I moved on to the bathroom and closed it behind me taking my clothes off and ready to take a shower. Letting the warmth of the water above me soothe my skin and bruises, as I let my brain and thoughts relax and escape.

....

 A few minutes after I got dressed and dried my damp,(H/L); (H/C) hair, I opened the cabinet underneath and pulled out a cream that helped with the mark. I applied it gently onto my skin, careful not to press or put pressure on it too much so it wouldn’t sting. Afterwards, I laid down on my bed wandering what I should do now. I thought writing in my diary or lyrics in my notebook could help. That and there is also my sketchbook in which I spend many ours drawing. As my feet came into contact with the floor, I made my way towards the closet and, reached my hands to the top it, where a bunch of boxes were resting in along with my composition books. Taking the books out from above the box, I accidentally stepped on a shoe as I backed away, causing me to slip from having to stand on my tippy-toes from how high the books were in the closet. Groaning, I stood up and looked at the box that was now opened and had a bunch of photos scattered around in the floor along with the three books. The sound of clatter caused my brother to yell.” Are you okay?!”, He asked from his room as I heard his voice through the thin walls with a yell. “Yeah! I just tripped.”, I yelled back letting him know I was fine. I then gazed towards the photos in the floor, ‘Shit..’, I thought in my head  as I looked at the mess,’ Better clean it up.’

As I brought the box on my neatly made bed, I then leaned down to pick the photos each one catching my eye. I then stopped to look at them, sitting on the bed. There was a boy with blonde hair and bright eyes in the picture as he smiled with a toothy grin, one of his front baby teeth being lost, as he held a large hockey stick and wore a warm uniform in the snow. The young boy looked a lot like Casey as he had the same eyes and growing blonde hair. ‘This was Casey!..”, I thought in my head as the young boy in the photo looked exactly like him, examining further as I realized it.

I then brought my attention to the box next to me looking inside and taking the top of it, placing it gingerly to the side. Inside the box, was a photo album. Taking it out and fixing it as it was all messy from the fall and impact, I looked at the photos inside it all being the same boy; sometimes younger or a bit more older and sometimes with a moan, presumably his father, along with other people I didn’t recognize or know of.’ Was this his photo album?’, I thought as I focused on some baby pictures with the same boy, having short blonde strands on his feeble head, looking curiously at the camera in pure adorableness, as he stared with a big and cute smile on his face, that made my heart melt in awe gushingly.

Flipping through the pages, I found one that caught my sight through the corner of my eye. Stopping my actions to look at it, I inspected the photo. It wasn’t just him in the photo. There was an older yet young blonde boy wearing a light blue puffed jacket with a beanie made out of wool and jeans along with dark blue gloves, and a small girl wearing a sweater underneath her warm and big jacket along with warm gloves on her tiny hands, holding a stuffed bear as they stood in the snowy winter behind them. Staring at the camera with serious yet warm expressions in their faces. It was a photo of Casey and me. 

What made it more shocking was that I remembered this day that it was taken, despite how young I was. Because it stuck to me for a very long time. It was very important to me. 

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1974, L.A. - New York (During Winter)

I was playing around in the snow as I was giggling happily at the sight of it. Aunt Donna was standing beside the car as she stared at me with a warm smile. Grandma was on the porch in her chair on the left side of the porch,

Then I saw Uncle Robert in his brown coat and bored look on his face, as he lit a cigarette on the right side, and Casey standing a few feet away from him leaning on the side of the door.

I then looked towards Auntie and rushed towards her with my tiny feet up the stairs until I reached her on the porch.

“What is it, sweetie?”, Aunt Janet asked as she saw me approach her with a sweet smile.

“Can I, please, go to the park?”, I asked her as I held the stuffed bear close to me.

“Of course.”, She said with a giggle as she walked towards me and leaned down to my level,” I won’t be able to. But I’ll ask Casey to take you.”

She then called Casey over to her, as he stood they’re groaning approaching Aunt Donna as he rolled his eyes, coming down the few set of stairs only to hit the snowy ground to stand right in front of her.

“I need you to take (Y/N) to the park, while I go to the store to pick some things.”, Aunt Janet told him as she then gave him money,” I’m trusting you to watch over her. Buy yourself and her a treat on the way here, Okay.”

She then ruffled my head and Casey’s and went towards the front of the car as she closed the door behind her, starting the car. Pulling away, she waved at me in which in return I did slowly with a gloomy face,” I’ll be back soon.”

Casey and I stood there in the road as she drove away. I went to take Casey’s hand in mine, but he then tugged it away from me rudely, giving me a mean look. I timidly looked down as he did that a bit afraid of him, cowering in fear.” C’mon dork, Let’s go.”, He said as he released a heavy sigh that turned to smoke from the cold, walking away from me.

Walking towards the park nearby, I started to rush towards the swings happily. Playing around the park, I started to look around for Casey only to realize he wasn’t there. This wasn’t the first time he has left me though. Back in school when we would leave after the school rang, we were both supposed to walk to the house together that way I was safe, but he ended up leaving me to walk alone all by myself to the house, not caring what Aunt Janet said about it, even though sometimes she herself would pick us up sometimes from school after work. Once she found out about it, she started to yell at him for doing that and grounded him. But he later sneaked away a couple of times, but I didn’t tell anything to her about it though, because Casey threaten me sometimes. 

That didn’t help me from feeling sad and lonely, though, since I was always alone most of the time. I started to walk towards the direction to the house only to be stopped by four boys around 12. 

“Looks like, we meet again crybaby.”, Tyler ,One of the boys said as he looked at me, noticing I didn’t say anything back to him,” What not gonna say anything about it?”

He then snatched my teddy bear away from me.

“Aren’t you too old to be playing with toys?”, Tyler mocked as he raised it high above me.

“G-give it back.”, I stuttered silently as tears started to prick at my eyes, trying to act tough and remembering something Casey would say when they messed with him from a few fights I have seen him in at school.” or e-else.”

“Or else what?”, He said his face contorting to anger.

Those boys were the bullies at my school. They made fun of me for liking rock music, plus many other things and would embarrass me in front of the whole class with they’re stupid and cruel pranks, they would also harass me constantly nonstop afterschool. They would push me or fight me a bunch of times. No one knew about it though, because I was scared and just weak. Sometimes, I would come to school with bruises on my knees or arms or I would wet myself on the bed because of how panicked I was, even my Aunt notice it and ask me about it. But I would brush it off as a nightmare or that I accidentally tripped on my. There was one person who did though, Casey. I knew because the fights were always after school and he would just stand there from a distance watching me as he drank from a bottle of booze that if Auntie saw he would get punished for it.

“Hey! Did you hear me, you little bitch.”, He shouted at me as he grabbed me by my shoulders shaking me violently.

“L-let me go.”, I told him as he gripped my arms tightly,” Y-you’re hurting me.”

He then shoved me hard on the floor as he then stood above me.” Ouch!”, I yelled as he kicked me making me tear up from the pain.

“Aww, the little baby’s gonna cry.”, One of the boys said as the other two chuckled cruelly at me.

Tyler then snatched my hair as my back was towards him on the ground, then pressing my head against the ground.

The other boys then started to gang up on me and surround me as I felt small beneath their gaze. 

They all started kick me, each impact of their feet making me tear up and suffer much worse. It didn’t help it either that they were wearing shoes. I begged them with tears in my eyes to stop, but they only kept kicking me and mocked me for being weak.

I begged and cried I then scooted away from them with as much force as I could to my already throbbing legs, I then felt my leg being grabbed. As reflex and defense, I used my other leg to kick the person hard in the face causing them to let go of my leg and grab at their face, groaning. I then leaned both of my arms as I looked at the person that snatched my leg ,Tyler,  in shock at what I did. 

As he let his hand fall away from his face I notice his lip begin to drip with something red as he spit some on the ground, tainting the pure white snow with it. He then looked at his hand as hand that had a few drops of them and stared at me with a steely look that could kill anyone.

“I-i’m sorry.”, I whimpered out as I sniffed out, still scooting away from him as I laid at my side, looking at him with tears in my eyes, my nose red from the cold and from crying too much in agony. 

“You are so dead.”, He said with a dark stare as he angrily approached me. Tyler then snatched my hair as my back was towards him on the ground, then pressing my head against the ground., ” No one is gonna fucking hear you, because you are the annoying, fat , weak, freaky ,little crybaby that you are. You hear me!”

Hearing these words made me tear up even more making my cheeks red and damp as he kicked me with each word said in my ear, it also got me thinking if whether that was true or not. If I was really alone right now, that no one was gonna help me. I then laid my head down as I kept crying silently, giving up.

The boys kept kicking me of course, as I begged them to stop. Then suddenly I heard someone yell.

“What the fuc-!”, Before they were cut off.

Tyler’s grip on my hair loosened as he watch the scene, giving me the perfect time to quietly escape from his grasp. Hissing and groaning slightly from the suffering that was inflicting my body. I tried to crawl away from the scene. I then looked over my shoulders to see a boy with blonde hair on top of someone punching Tyler’s face over and over again. Only to stop and get off of them. The boy then turned around to look at me only for their face to be recognized. It was Casey, who’s nose was dripping red with blood. He then rushed towards me and leaned down, with his eyes wide and sucking a breath as he saw my state. He then looked towards the boys who were helping Tyler out from the floor. Breathing heavily in the middle of a panic attack, I curled into a ball crying silently.

“Do you need a fucking hint?”, Casey yelled at them his eyes pissed with furiousness in them as he pierced them with his intense stare.,” Fuck off!”

The boys as soon as they heard that dashed away, dragging Tyler along with them. 

Casey ignoring them and looking at my traumatized face, with guilt and regret.

“Fuck!”, He said as he looked at my legs and arms.

“Y-you’re hurt.”, I whimpered out as I was still curled into a ball looking at him.

“What.”, He said as he looked at me with worry.

“You got hurt because of me! I’m sorry!”, I cried out as I closed my eyes letting my tears to fall down my already puffed and red cheeks. Casey seeing this panicked and held my shoulders gently. “No no no no It’s not okay. Forget about the fucked up nose. I’m fine. Okay.”

He then extended his hand towards me which I took in mine with a tremble. Helping out from the snow.

He then hugged me tightly all of a sudden, catching me by surprise and making me flinch but later I, with shaking and feeble arms in pain, embraced him back, as I sniffled. Calming down from the embrace, Casey softly and slowly released me letting his hands to fall on my shoulders. “You wanna go on the swings.”

I then nodded sadly as I sniffled, he then grabbed my hand gently, not letting it go or shooing it away. I in return gripped it tightly, afraid that it would soon disappear from my hands as I stuck closely by him shaken a bit still from what  happened.

We then walked silently towards the park again. I couldn’t help but look at his nose in shame as it kept dripping, staining his shirt.

“Y-you’re nose. its red.”, I told him in a whisper only for him to look towards me.

“What?”, He asked as he kept walking, his feet scrunching beneath the snowy white ground.

“Y-you’re nose is red.”, I commented this time a little louder so he could hear me clearly.

“Yeah, No shit sherlock.”, He said sarcastically as he looked ahead, making me looked down sadly. Casey noticed this and muttered a small ‘sorry’ to me

We spend the rest of the day, on the park hanging on the swings. Casey sitting on one of them next to me, and I on the other as we both held hands, afraid to say any words or to let go.

“Casey....” I spoke quietly not looking at him.

“Yeah...”, He said as he didn’t look at me as well.

“Do you think I’m annoying and a freak?”, I asked weakly as casted my eyes down sadly at the white and pale snow on the ground.

“Well.....no.”, He said as he turned his head away,” I think you are a whole lot  more than those things.”

“You mean it.”, I said as I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yes I do. Trust me.”, He said as he squeezed my tiny hand into his large warm one for comfort and to reassure me.

“What if those bullies come back?”, I asked worriedly as my hand and body stiffened at the thought, suddenly unmoving.

“They won’t”, He said with confidence as he looked towards me with soft eyes.

“How do you know for sure?”, I asked him not convinced with his answer or trusting his words, filling my mind with doubt.

“Because, I will kick their asses again if they do.”, He said firmly as he held my hand in his tightly and softly as he squeezed them.,” and  I- I will always be there for you....”

“I promise”

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{AUTHOR’S NOTE}

Hello again dear reader’s this is the last part of the prologue. We finally met our adorable and crazy Tommy in this one. I hope I wrote his personality and his character as I accurate as I can. This took me a lot to write too. Anyways, thanks for anyone who reads this and loves it as much as I do. Sorry for any one who was awaiting a lot for it. Comment your thoughts about it if you liked it. Hope to see you again on the next update. Love you guys and Hoped you Enjoyed it!

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