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my-proof-is-you · 3 months

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Now That We Don’t Talk - Part 2

Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.

Jensen x You

Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift

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Present - Jensen

It had been two weeks since he’d last talked to you. Two weeks since you’d walked out the door, leaving Jensen confused and heartbroken. Two weeks since you’d told him you were going, and Jensen let you leave.

He felt the anxiety bubbling up, threatening to overtake his senses. He was on his way back from a party for the season wrap of The Boys.

Going to parties with other people in the industry was just part of his job. He had to do it frequently, but it didn’t change the panic he felt after the events about how he’d come off or what sort of impressions he’d made.

You used to help him with that.

Not only did he know he made a better impression on strangers with you by his side, but you were the only one who could calm him down after a party. You knew exactly what to say and brought him out of his mind. He thought back to one of the first parties he’d brought you to.

Jensen slid into the car that had been waiting to pick you up. As soon as he settled and the car was moving, he let out a deep sigh, placing his head in his hands.

“Jay.”

He didn’t move. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, and his breathing was becoming a little shallow.

“Jay, look at me,” you said. You’d placed a hand on his thigh from your seat next to him. He finally lifted his head, glad he had when he saw the soft smile gracing your face.

“What’s going on?” You asked, a small crinkle forming between your brows. “It went great,” you said, moving your hand to interlace your fingers with his.

“I just—I feel like no one liked me. My jokes fell flat, I was awkward—the only time things felt good was when I was talking to you or Jared.” He stared down at your interlocked hands.

“That’s not true, Jens. Everyone there loved you.”

“How do you know?” He asked incredulously.

“Because I do,” you said with a pointed look. “You’re hard on yourself. You focus on your flaws. But when you’re on the outside,” you paused, placing a gentle finger under his chin to lift it, causing him to look at you, “it’s obvious. You are amazing, and I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Jensen smiled and leaned into your hand that had slipped to his cheek. His fears faded, and he leaned toward you, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You gave a small, contented sigh, and Jensen melted even more.

He let the memory of your words echo in his head. It was in no way the same as having you with him. But he tried to remember that he was critical of himself, and that he had probably been fine at the party. After all, he was a bigger name now. People stared when he walked in—moved to the side to let him through as he approached his fellow actors.

He chuckled dryly to himself. He could almost see you rolling your eyes at the awed expressions of the partygoers. You’d never bought into acting like celebrities were royalty. It was one of the things that had attracted him to you in the first place.

He sucked in a sharp breath as realization hit him.

It was one of the things that drove you away, too.

You - Now

“I’m sorry, Gen,” you said into your phone. You really were sorry. You wanted nothing more than to see your closest girlfriend. Hell, you even wanted to see Jared. In the time you and Jensen had dated you had gotten close to the entire Padalecki family.

“It’s not like we’re taking sides, Y/N. We miss you,” she said with a sigh.

“It’s not about that,” you replied as you paced your apartment. “It’s just…he’s your family, Gen. He’s always going to be in your lives. And I just can’t—“ You stopped, taking a deep breath. “I just can’t be around him right now.”

“I get it, Y/N/N, I do. Let’s plan a date for just you and me, though, okay? And soon. I need my best friend.”

You felt guilty for not being around more and there for Gen. But you remembered what it was like when you were with Jensen. The four of you did so much together: dinners, long weekends at the lake…and just because you and Jensen weren’t together anymore didn’t mean those events stopped. It just meant you couldn’t bring yourself to be a part of them knowing he would be there.

You’d promised to get together with her the following week before your call ended. You laid down on your bed, and exhausted from a long day. You really did love your job running a small boutique in downtown Austin, even if it was tiring. Jensen had introduced you to the owner at a party before you’d moved to Austin and started living with him. He knew you’d loved all things both vintage and handmade, and figured you would hit it off with Kendra.

Kendra had wanted to take more time to travel, and thankfully had really liked you. So she allowed you to run the day-to-day of the store, and you loved it.

You decided to scroll through social media before going to sleep. Of course the first thing to pop up on your feed was a picture of Jensen.

Pain stabbed at you when you saw his face. He looked handsome as ever, though you noticed he’d continued growing his hair out. You had always liked it a little shorter, like how he kept it for Supernatural.

Guess it doesn’t matter what I think now, anyway.

The headline of the article under the picture was something about Jensen and some pro golfer he’d spent time on the course with. You rolled your eyes.

One of his new “idols,” I’m sure.

Try as you might to not dwell on it, you couldn’t help but be annoyed. Jensen never used to care about big names or other celebrities. You’d missed that attitude toward the end of your relationship. It felt like he was always schmoozing someone at every event he dragged you to.

You locked your phone and put it face down, sighing.

It was so strange to feel the way you did. You were so angry with Jensen. And while you were pissed, it didn’t mean you didn’t miss him. It was the main reason you couldn’t talk to him. You’d just want to get back together with him.

You couldn’t, though. He’d changed too much. He wasn’t the same man you’d fallen for.

You cried as you fell asleep. You cried because you missed him. You cried because you knew you shouldn’t miss him. You cried for the memory of who Jensen was before.

You - Two Years Ago

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You were luckily finishing up your shift at the bar and pulled it out, surprised when you saw a number you didn’t recognize.

Okay, 1000 miles is officially too far.

You smiled, surprised to be hearing from the actor already.

Y: What makes you say that? Didn’t enjoy the views on the drive home?

J: It was beautiful. I was a little distracted, though.

You pulled out your keys before responding, having already made the short walk back to your apartment.

Y: Oh?

J: Yeah. Had trouble getting a certain pair or Y/E/C eyes out of my head.

J: Still can’t.

You felt yourself blushing. You liked to play it cool with the opposite sex—be mysterious, even. But you couldn’t deny that the man made you feel things.

Y: Pretty interesting statement coming from a man who has millions of fans fawning over his eye color.

J: Eh, they like the eyes of a character I play. It’s not like they know me.

Y: And you think you know me?

J: I know enough to wish I knew more.

Y: And you think the way to do that is through texting?

J: Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. I’ll get on a plane right now.

You sent him an eye-rolling emoji. While you appreciated the gesture, you wouldn’t want him to actually do that. You wouldn’t want anyone to spend that kind of money on you, actor or not.

Y: How about we play 20 questions before boarding any planes, hot shot.

J: Works for me :)

You and Jensen spent the better part of the evening texting back and forth, asking each other questions as silly as what your favorite colors were to as serious as what your childhoods were like.

J: You know, all this getting-to-know-you does is make me want to see you again even more.

Y: Well, hot shot, if you can make it happen without spending crazy amounts of money, I’d be glad to see you again.

J: Hmm…challenge accepted.

Y: No one is challenging you!

J: It’s my own little challenge, sweetheart. ;) goodnight.

Y: Goodnight, Jensen.

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bigtreefest · 10 days

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Morning Mewl

Pairing: PhD Candidate! Curtis Everett x PhD Student! Reader

Summary: Curtis is nervous before his PhD defense

Word count: 866

Content/warnings: fluffy fluff fluff fluff (bc Curtis deserves it), kissing, sharing a bed, roommate and good friend Jake, best friend/mentee turned girlfriend reader, pet name usage (cookie, smart cookie, cooks), established relationship

A/N: Inspired partially by @biteofcherry in this post and what was written for @jamneuromain in this post. Shoutout for all my moots for Curtis encouragement and @thezombieprostitute for the constant praise at all hours. I hope you guys melt reading this along with me.

Takes place a couple years down the line once reader and Curtis are dating and in the same program, so there’s not a weird power imbalance.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

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You were used to the groans that came out of Curtis when waking up. Every morning, his broad form that was wrapped around your body creaked in the joints as he stretched, fighting the stiffness that would settle over him in the night.

This morning, you were woken up by a slightly different sound than the usual early morning deep breath and whine that signaled him waking. This was was more high-pitched…more of a…mewl?

You snickered lightly at the sound, ready to turn around in his hold and crack a joke to his face.

“That was an interesting one.” You softly giggled it out, mixed with the small rasp of your morning voice. When you finally opened your eyes, though, you were surprised to not see Curtis’s face at all.. it was hidden by a ball of fluff, a black and gray tabby cat curled up and now purring peacefully.

The same cat you had met years ago when Curtis had brought her in so the landlord didn’t find out. You struggled to hold in a fit of laughter, but weren’t sure what to do. From under the restful mound of fluff came the groan you had expected that morning.

“Jensen, come get the cat.” It was louder that your early morning ears expected, but somewhat muffled and still not enough for her to stir on his face.

Curtis’s roommate Jake came walking into the room, glasses thrown on haphazardly and hair messy from the early hour. Jake wasn’t in your program, he was actually studying CS, which was for the best and very helpful for how often your computer got overloaded. Curtis was glad to have a roommate who was in a different program from him, too. It was a nice break from the nonstop work, plus an opportunity to hear about another department’s drama. Sure, he and Jake didn’t have very similar sleeping schedules, but they got along well and were respectful of noise for the other.

Jake rubbed his eyes under his glasses, adjusting to the light that poured through the curtains of Curtis’s window. He laughed at the predicament Curtis found himself in “I swear she likes you more than she likes me. It’s not fair you get all the ladies around here.”

You laughed as Jake walked into the room towards Curtis’s side of the bed. “C’mere, Mav. Don’t scratch uncle Curtis. He didn’t like that last time.”

Jake gently scooped the cat off his face and she instantly clung to the fabric on the shoulder of his own graphic tee, snuggling against Jake’s shoulder. “Okay, I’ll keep her out of her out of your hair, or at least as much of it as you have, while you get ready. If I don’t see you before you leave, good luck today. I’ll be in the back of the lecture hall for your defense.”

He walked towards the door before turning around. “Oh! And by the way, I stopped by that breakfast place you like yesterday. Picked up some sandwiches for this morning’s brain food. All you and Cookie have to do is heat them up.”

You and Curtis had both shifted to sit up by now, and you watched a small, appreciative smile creep onto his face. “Thanks, Jensen, I’ll see you later, man.”

You twisted towards your boyfriend, finally seeing his full face for the first time that morning. “You hear that? He got us the good stuff. Free breakfast, Cooks.”

You shook your head and brushed your hand over the stubble on his cheek, freshly trimmed the past weekend so it was neat for Curtis’s PhD defense later this morning. “I’m not the smart cookie today. You are, future Dr. Everett. It has a good ring to it already.”

Your thumb traced over the freckles on his nose as he leaned into your touch, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. His eyes sparkled back toward you with a hint of concern you’d rarely seen from the usually confident and secure man. “Not yet, though. Don’t wanna count my chickens before they hatch.”

Your other hand came up to frame his face and pull his forehead to yours. “Look at me. Today’s going to be great. You’re going to show everyone how smart you are and how hard you’ve worked and how there’s no one else who’s as deserving of this degree as you. And I’m going to be right there, cheering you on with your parents, without an ounce of doubt in your abilities.”

He relaxed in your hold, wrapping his one arm around your waist, the other settling on your thigh as his eyes fluttered shut. He sighed, absorbing the comfort of the moment before looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Promise?”

You leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. An exhibit of love and faith and the deepest support that bloomed from friendship. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces before you saw his demeanor shift and lighten, his usual, determined game face taking over. He was ready for the day.

“I promise. Now let’s go eat that breakfast before Jensen changes his mind and steals it from us.”

Bonus A/N: Pls feel free to screech with me about soft! Curtis. He deserves all the credit and all the love.

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 6 months

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5th Day of Christmas

Warm Cuddles

Summary/Prompt - Cuddling in the bathtub because it’s so cold outside and their S/O got caught in the snow on the way home from work.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warning: implied smut

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You hurry to throw your light jacket on as you descend the stairs of your office building. You’re generally one of the last to leave as you know all that awaits you is a cold empty bed. Except now your husband is finally home from filming for the holidays and you couldn’t be more excited to cuddle up with him. But as you open the glass doors you’re met with a face full of freezing snowflakes. You tighten your jacket around yourself. You would’ve brought a warmer one if you had known, but the Austin winters are so unpredictable, you never know whether to even bother with a jacket some days. You sigh and brave the cold as you jog over to your car already fiddling with the keys so you can get inside as quickly as possible. You turn the key in the ignition but it doesn’t start. You try three more times but it just splutters. You slam your hands on the steering wheel as tears of frustration slip down your cheeks.

It had been a long exhausting day with meeting after meeting and your boss kept throwing tasks your way. The only thing keeping you from a melt down was the thought of coming home to your husband. Now even that is being delayed because you’re probably going to have to call a tow truck. You pull your phone out of your bag and sign as you look at the picture of you and Jensen cuddling on the screen. You start to search for a tow company but then decide to Jensen instead.

He picks up on the third ring. “Hey, Honey, shouldn’t you be on your way home?”

“Yeah…my car won’t start. So now I’m gonna have to call the tow company,” more tears start to fall as you start to feel overwhelmed again. “And my boss has been on my ass all day, and there’s so much to do before we break for Christmas…and it’s freezing, and I didn’t bring a warm jacket because it never snows in freaking Texas!”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’ll be there soon.”

“No, you’re on holiday. I’ll handle it.”

“I’m on holiday from work, which means I’m a full-time husband. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok.”

He hangs up leaving you alone in a freezing car. You get out and take a look at the engine, despite Jensen insisting he’d pick you up you don’t want to inconvenience him. You try to figure out what’s wrong but in the dark and with your hands shaking from the cold it’s impossible. You slam the hood shut and lean against the cold metal. After a few minutes you notice headlights shining at you and hear a car door open and shut. You turn around and come face-to-face with the one person who can make your terrible day better. You get lost in his emerald eyes as he wraps a heavy jacket around your shoulders and then pulls you in his arms.

“Come ‘ere. Let’s get you home and warm.”

“But my car?”

“We can deal with it tomorrow. I can drive you to work in the morning and then wait for the tow truck.”

You lean up and kiss him. “I’m so glad you’re home. Thank you.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Now come on.” You peck his lips again and then pull away to grab your bag from your car and lock it. Jensen holds his hand out for you and leads you to his truck and helps you in before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in himself. It’s like a toaster oven in his car, he must’ve had the heat cranked up all the way over here and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“You really are the best husband ever,” you say as he starts the engine and backs out of the park.

Once he’s out on the road he says, “I don’t want you to ever think you can’t ask me for help. Whether I’m at work or here, but especially when I’m here. But you have to know that I would drop everything if you needed me.”

“I know, but I should be able to handle it…I’m not some damsel in distress…”

“I know you’re not.” He rests his hand on your thigh as he drives the rest of the way home.

Inside your house he helps you out of your jacket and leads you upstairs to your bedroom ensuite where a warm bubble bath is waiting for you.

“Go ahead. I’ll come back up and join you in a bit, if that’s ok with you of course, Mrs Ackles?”

“More than okay. I’ve missed you so much. Don’t keep me waiting,” you say as you reach for the zipper at the back of your dress. Before he leaves he steps closer and brushes your hair over your right shoulder and kisses your neck softly and then slides the zipper down your back.

“There you go. I promise to be quick.”

You slide your dress to the floor and step out of it before stripping your underwear and dumping all of it into the laundry hamper. You clip your hair up and then step into the bath, sighing as the water warms your skin. You lay back and let the stress of the day wash away in the bubbles until your husband finally returns with two glasses of port wine. He hands you the glasses while he strips off. You shamelessly watch the show before you. You always feel regular, especially next your Adonis of a husband, but knowing he chose you always makes you feel better, especially when he looks at you the way he is right now; as if you’re the centre of the world. Little do you know, to him you are.

You sit up straighter to make space behind you so he can join you. Once he’s sat behind you, you lean back against his chest. He wraps one arm around your middle and takes his glass with the other. “To my beautiful, brave, resilient wife,” he says quietly as he taps his glass against yours and then takes a sip. You raise your glass to your lips and let the warm wine warm your insides as it slides down your throat.

“You wanna talk about your day?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’d rather not actually. I just wanna enjoy being here with you.”

“Alright.” He kisses the crown of your head as he squeezes you tighter against him. As you try to scoot backwards your ass rubs against his dick causing him to stiffen. “Babe, stop.”

You take another sip of your wine before leaning over to place your glass on the floor beside the tub. You then turn around and take his and put it with yours before crawling into his lap and placing your lips on his. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your back.

He pulls you back for a second. “Baby, we don’t have to do this, we can just relax.”

“Is that what you want?”

He looks into your eyes as his hands roam along your back. “God no. I want you so bad.”

You reconnect your lips with his, deepening the kiss. When you pull back for air you say, “I want you too. I need you.”

That’s all he needs to kiss you even deeper and pull you closer.

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cottagecheese1 · 2 months

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Not what I meant

Paring: Jake Jensen x reader

A/n: I literally love Jake Jensen so much I couldn't help myself.

Summary: Jake and you get ready to go out on a date, but he makes an unexpected comment that has you feeling subconscious. Warnings: Angst, good ending, Jake says something mean, fluffy ending, mention about looks, body image issues, insecurity.

You stood in front of the full body mirror looking back your reflection, nitpicking everything about your appearance. The dress you wore seemed unflattering, and you're not quite flat stomach made everything feel way to tight. Even though when Jake bought the dress for you, he promised you looked beautiful in anything you wore–maybe you could take a chance and believe him.

After another 30 minutes in the bathroom, you were finally able to build up enough confidence to go out and face Jake. Even though you both have been together for an upcoming 3 years–he still made you nervous on date nights.

You made your last final touches as you heard him call you from outside the door, you took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom, your heart beating out of your chest–worried about the criticism you probably won’t get from him.

“Are you almost done baby it's almost six thirty-”

Jake got cut off mid-sentence as you walked out of the bathroom, looking as gorgeous as ever of course, he was at lost for words at how beautiful you were, he can tell you weren’t feeling very confident, and planned to change that quickly, but of course everything goes wrong when he opens his mouth, so instead of repeatedly telling you how mesmerizing you looked and how the dress he bought hugged your curves perfectly–something else came out.

“Wow babe-I-the dress seems kinda tight don’t you think? Not to mention you look kind of artificial-well not artificial, but you know-um-unreal? No, no not what I meant-you look-”

Before he could get the last of it out, he was mentally cursing at himself for being so stupid, when he looked up to see your face it told him all that he needed to know, your teary eyes, arms wrapping around your midsection, and the way you looked at your feet in disappointment made him feel like a total asshole.

You quickly darted back into the bathroom and closed the door, not only did your boyfriend just call you fat, he also called you ugly which hurt more than anything, but right now you could barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror, not after what the love of your life just said to you–sitting down on the toilet seat, your dress now long gone on the floor. All you could do was cry, you felt embarrassed and kinda stupid that you actually thought he wouldn’t notice how you tried to suck in your stomach or try to pull your dress out, so it didn’t cling to you as tightly.

After about an hour you stopped crying, and just sat on the bathroom floor in silence, the date was already long gone so you contemplated just sleeping on the floor to save yourself the embarrassment. You heard the doorknob slowly turn and the door creak open, not even looking up because you already knew who it was–of course you forgot to lock the door.

Jake opened the door, and looked down to see your red puffy eyes, black lines of mascara streaking down your face, not only did he feel terrible, but he also made you feel even worse than you already did, it absolutely broke his heart to see you in such a state because of him.

“Oh baby-I-you don’t know how sorry I am, everything I said in there was not what I meant at all, you know my mouth acts before I think”, Jake tried to joke lightly at the end, but seeing his antics didn’t seem to amuse you at all, he just decided to just act now and say later.

Jake bent down to cup your face in his hands–thumbs gently stroking your tear-streaked cheeks–he lovingly brought your gaze to his as he pecked your lips softly, as much as you didn’t want to, you melted into his touch immediately, then you finally said something.

“You were right though, my dress did make me look fat, and I know I’m not the most appealing to look at-”

He quickly cut you off by shushing you, and pulled you into his lap, stroking your bare back before he responded, “Baby listen to me, I think you are the most gorgeous women in the entire world, when I saw you tonight-I was lost for words, I know they came out wrong–but I love you more than life itself, please forgive me.”

You look down at your lap, then back up at him smiling–of course you knew Jake always had trouble with words, but that cheesy loving speech he just makes up for the last 2 and a half hours.

Giggling you cup both his cheeks and lean in to give him a gentle kiss that he gladly accepted, moving his hands up and down your thighs before he pulled away.

“Well-if it's worth anything, you still looking fucking hot” Jake said with a lighthearted laugh before you responded.

“Maybe if you cuddle me tonight while we watch the Rocky franchise it will mean something”, you said with the same tone.

Jake leaned in to steal another kiss from you before he responded, “Hmm, I think I can do that for my baby–popcorn too?”, you returned the kiss before giving him a “yes please.”

As Jake returned from the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, he set the bowl down on your side table before quickly taking off his T-shirt and pants, he pretty much jumped into bed while trying to snuggle into you, but after you both got situated under the blanket, he pulled you into his chest and gave a peck on the forehead.

You laid your head on his chest before saying, “I love you.”

“I love you too”.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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ever green, evermore | 4. difficult introductions.

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summary | loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

characters | caretaker!jake jensen, daddy!ari levinson, wrenley beauchamp (original character)

warnings | mentions/depictions of domestic and sexual violence, mental health themes: anxiety/panic disorders, trauma and post-traumatic-stress, eating disorders (restrictive subtype), therapeutic methods and tools: exposure, age regression.

After such a difficult afternoon, Jake was a bit worried Wren might be scared away from visiting again. But luckily, their routine resumed uninterrupted; if anything, it almost seemed to the man as if the entire experience had actually brought him closer to the girl than he was before. It made sense, in a way, as she had shown more vulnerability than ever, and he had managed to maintain her trust through it all. He had done what he had hoped to do: gently encourage her to step outside her comfort zone while still respecting her emotional needs. In the days following, once he knew he and Wren were still on good terms, Jake found himself relieved that he had managed to take a few steps forward with his friend without completely pushing her too far.

For a while after that, the hardest part was simply the little one's apologies. They were plentiful and unyielding; it seemed she just couldn't adequately express her guilt and shame no matter how hard she tried. Jake was more than happy to listen to anything that might be on Wren's mind, and when the 'sorry's just seemed to keep coming and coming, he held no frustration or annoyance with her. He knew it was just her mind convincing her she had to make up for what she had "done." But it broke his heart to see her so anguished, especially when she often ended up in tears through her scrambled words. All he could do was accept her apologies and promise that she was forgiven, or even further, that there was nothing to forgive in the first place— of course no one was mad at her. Of course they understood. It just seemed as though it was going to take a good long while to convince Wren of that.

Weeks went by and Jake figured it would be best to just put off any further attempts at the meeting for the time being, even after the final apology had seemingly been given. He and Ari were in agreement that this would most likely be best, considering how upsetting the entire ordeal had been for the poor girl. But then, out of the blue, Wren surprised them both by asking for another go at it, herself.

It was early one morning as she and Jake tended the garden together, the courage to ask the question seeming to come from nowhere as her little voice piped up amidst the balmy heat of the summer air, "J-Jakey?"

Looking up from the blush-colored peonies before him, the man raised a gentle brow at her as he hummed, "Hmm? What's up, darlin'?"

Wren's hands paused over the greenery, her small fingers fiddling with her clump of weeds as she kept her gaze low. Bottom lip puffing out a bit, she couldn’t seem to make it past that point on her own. Sensing her hesitancy, Jake pulled back from his work, wanting to give her his full attention. "What's on your mind, sweet girl?" It was rare for her to ever speak first, even after all the time they'd spent together. She was just a quiet presence; she rarely initiated any conversation of her own.

"Just w-wanted to ask..." she mumbled, her voice barely loud enough for her friend to hear. Leaning in a bit to listen, Jake nodded encouragingly, though he knew it would probably take more coaxing than that to find out whatever was bothering the sheepish girl.

"Go ahead, sweetie. You know you can ask me anything," he murmured gently, giving her a small, sincere smile.

Managing a cautious gaze in his direction, Wren caught it, mustering up more courage through a few deep breaths. "Just wanted... I was wondering... I-I..." Eyes falling again, she finally let out the words that would come as such a pleasant surprise to Jake, "I-I was hoping maybe... maybe I could try again... m-meeting Mr. Ari, I mean."

The man’s eyes widened a bit at her words. Wren seemed a little unsure of how to handle his surprise, so he was fast to snap out of his shock. "Oh honey, I think he'd love if we could try again," he smiled, his excitement audible in his voice. "You really want to? We just haven't wanted to push, y'know... we know it was so difficult last time," he told her sympathetically. Wren nodded, her cheeks darkening a bit at the reminder. "And that's okay, bub-" he added quickly, "-we know this is all so hard; I'm so proud of you, chicky. C'mere," he breathed, abandoning his spot across the flower boxes to collect her into a warm embrace.

"I-I'd like to try again, please," she spoke softly into his shoulder. "I promise I'll do better, I-I... I won't back out this time." Pulling back slightly to look at her, Jake was a bit concerned by the sense of urgency in her voice; it was almost as if she were afraid she might be denied another chance, which certainly would never be the case.

"Hey cutie, hey..." the kind man cooed, brushing her hair back from her face, "of course you can try again, Wren. And even if you do have to stop, that's okay. You can have as much time as you need, as many tries as you need, okay? We're just so proud of you for trying, sweet thing. You're bein' so brave, so, so brave." Tucking her hair behind her ear, he cupped her cheek, gazing at her softly. "So, what were you thinkin'? We can do this all on your timing, at whatever pace feels best."

"Well..." blinking bashfully, Wren admitted, "I-I was thinkin' about how... you told me, Mr. Ari really loves lemon desserts, 'member?"

"That's right, he does," Jake confirmed with a grin. "Good memory, bubba."

Tapping the toes of her shoes together, the girl continued, "Was thinking... maybe I could make somethin' special for him. And then... y'know..."

"Sure," he nodded understandingly, filling in the rest of the timid thing's words. "Bring 'em on over and we can give this all another go? I think that's a wonderful idea, sweetheart. He's gonna be so excited; I can't wait to tell him." Thinking for a moment, he suggested, "Maybe you could bring them sometime later this week? I know he'll be finishing up a thesis today or tomorrow. That should leave him with plenty of free time to snack with us."

Wren nodded, and though her nervousness was plain as day on her delicate face, Jake was encouraged to see a teeny glimmer of hope shining in the sweet girl's eyes as she stood there before him, her little cheek cradled delicately into his tender hand. "I-I'll make something super yummy, I really hope he'll like it."

"I'm sure he will, chicky,” Jake was able to promise her without a doubt in his mind. “Ari's loved everything you've ever brought us."

As he entered back into the house later that morning, he could hardly wait to tell Ari the news. Almost tripping over himself as he kicked off his work boots, he made his way swiftly to the pair of glass doors at the entrance to the couple's shared office, giving a light knock. His husband could be seen in his usual spot, amidst scattered paperwork and his computer which occupied most of his L-shaped desk. Looking up at the sound of a visitor, the older man gave Jake a smile, motioning for him to enter.

"Hey honey, you two all finished for the day?" Ari mused, hitting save on his document as he pushed back a bit in his chair. Jake found his way to his own seat at his smaller workspace, relaxing back into the faux-leather cushion as he nodded. "Hot out there today, huh?" the doctor noted, "I've been feeling the heat of the sun through the windows. Glad you two weren't at it for too long."

"You'll never guess what she said," Jake smiled, his excitement seeping through his attempts to mask it as his husband returned his grin, happy to see his partner so happy. "I was so surprised, Ari; I could've cried."

"What'd she say, babe?" Ari asked, now intrigued. It was normal for the blonde to report back on his time spent with his friend; many times he had the sweetest stories to tell of little moments they'd shared, but this sort of excitement was something new.

"She asked if she could try meeting you again," Jake beamed, "she brought it up, all on her own. I thought for sure after what happened last time, she'd never want to give it another go. But it seems like she does really want to meet you, even though it's so difficult for her," he told him proudly. "She was so sweet when she asked, Ari. I wish you could've seen her."

"Oh my," Ari's voice swelled, "I certainly wasn't expecting that."

"Tell me about it," Jake sighed, shaking his head. "I'm so proud'a her. She's really come so far, even in just the time I've known her. Hopefully we can keep working towards the two of you finally getting to meet, face to face. She's gonna bring some treats later this week, after you're done with your paper. She wants to make them special, just for you."

"What a sweet girl," Ari hummed fondly, the thought of little Wrenley making him something special, despite all of her fear towards him, just melting his heart. "Well, that'll be all the more reason to keep working at it," he chuckled as he motioned to his mountain of papers, "I wish we could have her sooner."

"I was thinkin' we should approach things a little differently this time," Jake mentioned, mindlessly picking at a few specks of dirt on his pants as he spoke, "everything seemed to fall apart when you came out for those few moments. Maybe it would be best to get her inside first, just let her look around and see that it's safe."

"That might help," Ari agreed, thinking for a moment before adding, "I guess since she's never been in the house, she might not know what to expect. You guys can come in at her pace, get your shoes off and get settled, that sort of thing. Good thinking."

"We'll just take it one step at a time," Jake nodded. "I told her it'll be okay if she has to stop again; I don't want her to feel too much pressure. I know she's so embarrassed about how things went last time."

"Poor girl," Ari frowned, hating the thought of her having to feel such a way about something she couldn't even control to begin with. "One step at a time," he repeated Jake's words, "sounds like a plan to me, bub."

A few days later on Thursday afternoon, Jake finally got to send the anticipated text. 'Hey chicky, Ari finished up his thesis this morning. You free tomorrow?' Tagging the end of his text with a yellow heart, he hit send. A few minutes later, it was confirmed; Wren would bake that evening and make her way over in the morning. Ari and Jake were elated, spending most of the rest of the night trying to tidy up the house. While they certainly knew it might be another difficult day ahead, they couldn't wait to hopefully make more progress with the girl.

Around nine the next morning, Wren texted Jake to let him know she was heading over on her bike. He and Ari decided the older man would stay in the office while the pair of friends took their time in entering the home. "Good luck out there," Ari planted a kiss in Jake's hair before heading to the office to wait things out.

"Love you, big guy," Jake called after him as he took to pulling on his boots, standing in the entryway.

"Love you more, handsome!" Ari sang back before closing the office door behind him, leaving Jake alone for a few moments to collect his thoughts. He had a weird feeling about the day ahead, a good one. He tried to hold onto the fact that the whole thing had been the girl's own idea to begin with; that alone gave him hope that she might be able to make some big strides forward.

Taking his time, he headed out through the front door, deciding to leave it open while closing the glass storm door in its place. He thought maybe being able to see into the house would be comforting for Wren; he wanted to do everything he possibly could, down to the tiniest details, to help his friend feel safe. Walking down the gravel path away from the house, he was warmed gently by the morning sun as it stood beneath a thin veil of clouds in the sky. It wasn't too warm of a day, nice enough to open up the windows, the man thought to himself as he found his way to the front of the garden, stopping to wait as he gazed down the long road towards the hill. He could see a small figure traveling his way in the distance; as the minutes passed, it grew larger and larger, turning into a familiar body perched atop an ivory bike.

When Wren saw Jake waiting for her, she rang her bell in greeting like always, earning a smile from the blonde-haired man as he waved at the approaching girl. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted warmly as she made it to the edge of the drive, parking her bike in its place by the mailbox. "Nice out today, isn't it? Guess the sun's finally letting up a bit; this week sure's been brutal."

Gathering her basket, Wren nodded in agreement at Jake's observation as she made her way over to her friend, mumbling a meek hello. Her posture was already stiff; it wasn't hard for him to notice. When he pulled her in for a hug, he could feel her small frame trembling weakly against him. "Hey sweet girl," he softened his voice, holding her in his embrace for a few moments as he rubbed her back gently. "You're okay, there's no rush. I got you," he hummed, relieved to feel her relaxing a bit at his words.

When they pulled away from each other, Jake offered the girl a smile as he looked her over. "I like your dress, cutie. S'it new?" he tried to loosen her up with some small talk.

Looking down at her checkered beige apron gown, which she wore over a plain white shirt, Wren shook her head. "No, b-but I haven't worn it much this summer." Jake nodded, noticing it looked a bit heavier and warmer than most of her usual sundresses.

"Well it sure is adorable," he complimented. It was almost a bit of a routine they had. The man was always so impressed by her clothes; he commented regularly on whatever the girl happened to be wearing that day. Clearly she was quite the seamstress, certainly the most talented Jake had ever seen.

Wren gave a hum of bashful thanks as she crossed a foot nervously behind the other, prompting the boy beside her to take her hand carefully in hopes of comforting her. "How're you feeling, honey?" he asked, his voice low and sensitive as the little one's eyes fell to the gravel beneath her shoes.

Blinking her wide bambi eyes, Wren's voice struggled to come out steadily in her reply. "N-nervous," she admitted, carefully adding, "the cupcakes turned out nicely."

"Cupcakes, huh?" Jake smiled, taking the girl's basket from her to ease her load. He debated pulling her over to the bench, not sure if she wanted some time to get herself ready, or if she needed to just get things over with before her anxiety spiraled out of control.

"Mhm," Wren nodded, "lemon c-cake and... buttercream frosting."

"Those sound delicious, sweetheart," Jake reassured her, giving her hand that he still held a light squeeze. "What do you think, chicky? You ready to head in? Ari's gonna wait for us inside this time," he explained, not wanting anything to come as a surprise. "We can go in just the two of us, get our shoes off, that sort of thing. You can have a look around inside- we tried to tidy the place up as best we could," he chuckled lightly, hoping his carefree demeanor might help ease poor thing's relentless worries.

Wide-eyed gaze traveling up the now familiar path to the house, Wren forced down a swallow, nodding. "S-sure, that's alright," she hummed in feeble agreeance. Trying to take her response as a good sign, Jake smiled hopefully as he began to lead the girl in the right direction.

Their walk across the worn gravel footpath was slow, but at least it was something. Jake could sense the internal battle occurring in his friend's mind as she kept her gaze trapped warily on the front porch as they approached, barely willing to blink as if she expected something might jump out at any moment to ambush her. Holding steadily onto her hand, he murmured all the soft words of encouragement he could think of as they made their way, step by step. "Doin' just fine, honey. There's no rush; take your time..." "You're bein' so brave- I'm so proud of you, cutie..." "Look at that, we're almost to the porch! You're doin' so good, sweet thing. Just a little bit further..."

When the pair finally made it to the door, Jake was surprised a bit when Wrenley paused and looked up at him. Eyes wide with the most darling sense of disbelief, her voice swelled a bit as she cooed, "Look Jakey, m-made it!"

Raising his brow in helpless adoration, the blonde-haired man could feel his heart melting in his chest at the sweet girl's excited words. "That's right sweetie, look at how brave you were," he crooned softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "How're you feelin', buggy? Think you're okay to go inside?"

Appearing to muster up her courage with a deep breath in through her nose, Wren nodded. Raising up ever-so-slightly on the balls of her feet, she peered in through the storm door before her, her expression settling a bit as she took in what she could see of the home's interior. From that point, some of the living room was visible beyond the entryway; it all seemed ordinary-looking enough. "Think I-I can do it," she mumbled softly, her voice small yet laced with a bit of hopefulness.

At that point, it was going better than Jake could have hoped for. Grinning at his friend's response, he nodded, encouraging her, "Go ahead and open up the door then, honey."

The girl’s hand shook as she raised it to take the door’s handle, twisting as gently as she could to release its latch. Her attentive eyes widened slightly as she breathed in the mild air of the home, seeming to find some small sense of comfort in its scent. Jake simply watched as she gazed forward; after a few moments, he realized she might need a bit more encouragement to keep moving. “C’mon sunshine, watch the step up,” he told her gently as he entered first, still guiding her by the hand.

Wren seemed to be almost on her tiptoes as she followed her friend in, peering around curiously as he closed the door behind both of them. Jake’s heart broke a little in his chest as he watched her careful movements, recognizing her attempts to make as little noise and fuss as possible. She was the same way in the garden; it was particularly noticeable when the two were first getting to know each other. Over time she was able to loosen up somewhat, but that cautious, tentative nature never seemed to leave her entirely. It seemed like she was worried about taking up too much space, too much time, too much of anything. Seeing this pattern of behavior continue, Jake couldn't help but wonder what or who might have made her feel so guilty for simply existing.

Wren’s eyes scanned the home from left to right as they stood there in the entryway. From the hallway’s entrance, to the living room, over to the kitchen, past the office doors, and finally to Jake, she was able to at least conclude that the stranger she was so nervous to meet was nowhere in sight. Once she had had a chance to survey her surroundings, she seemed to relax ever so slightly. Jake smiled gently at her as her gaze came back over to meet his. “See? You’re safe. Nothing scary,” he hummed.

“Nothing scary,” she repeated. “Y-your house is so pretty, Jakey. So warm- and comfy.”

Jake’s face softened at her words. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m so glad you think so. Oh- and look who decided to come say hi,” he cooed as a little black figure appeared in the entryway to the hall, letting out a faint meow at the sight of the new guest.

Wren’s eyes lit up at the sight of the cat, letting out a small gasp as she greeted him politely, “Oh, h-hello Mr. Socks. It’s very nice to meet you.”

To the pair’s surprise, at the shy girl’s words, the cat came right up to Wren without a second thought. Rubbing his face gently against her legs, he wove himself around her a few times, a warm pur sounding from his chest as he did so. Jake raised his brow at the cat’s unusual behavior. “Oh my, looks like he found his new best friend. He must really like you, honey. He usually won’t go anywhere near strangers.”

Leaning down a bit, Wren offered the creature her hand. He sniffed it for a few moments before giving a signal of approval by pressing his face right up against her fingertips, earning a soft giggle from the girl. As she gave him a few scratches behind his ears, which he leaned into with great pleasure, Jake only grew more amazed at her ability to win the little animal over with such ease. He wasn’t a very social cat, and never before had he been willing to even come close to an unknown visitor. It almost seemed like he felt just as Jake did about Wren; there was something that drew him to her.

After familiarizing himself with the friendly girl for another few moments, Socks turned and padded off back into the house, disappearing over into the kitchen. Setting down the wicker basket, Jake finally felt safe to let go of Wren's hand, brushing his hair back from his face as he asked, “Well, what d’you say we get our shoes off and head into the kitchen?” Earning a nod to his suggestion, he bent down, taking to unlacing his boots. Wren followed suit, lowering herself to undo the buckles on her Mary Janes. Slipping them off each foot one by one, she carefully set them next to the small bench against the wall before standing back upright.

In those few moments, a figure had appeared through the glass of one of the study doors. As it opened with a creak, Jake was caught off guard by a frightened yelp coming from his friend as she jumped back in surprise. “Oh, hey-” but his words came too late. As his husband watched from several feet away with a worried look, Wren stood frozen for only a moment before beginning to crumple down into herself, pressed up against the corner between the wall and the bench beside the door. Before either of the men could do anything to stop it, it seemed the situation was dissolving right before their eyes.

“Oh sweetie- okay,” Jake tried, “okay, it’s alright. Here, let’s-” Stepping towards the girl, his heart ached as she ducked behind him, attempting to hide away from the other man who stood over by the office. Wren reached out with shaking hands, which the blonde quickly took into his own. “Hey sweet girl, you’re okay- oh honey,” he frowned as he watched the poor thing collapsing into a state of pure panic.

“Oh hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” Ari attempted to apologize, only causing the little one to flinch back harder at the sound of his voice. Cheeks flooding with tears, Wren seemed entirely too terrified to form words. All she could do was cower behind Jake and cry.

The two men were struggling to handle the situation; it seemed it was yet another instance of poor timing on Ari’s part. Smoothing his hair back in worry, Jake did his best to hold onto his friend, trying to think of a way to bring her back down to a manageable state. During his pause of thought, it didn’t take long for Wren to begin scrambling to find an exit. Eyes darting towards the door, she lunged before Jake could say anything, but he was able to catch her as he stood between her and the handle. She collapsed pathetically against him, the two of them sinking down to their knees as she sobbed into his white t-shirt.

“Wren, sweetheart- hey,” Jake hummed, bringing a hand up to smooth over her hair as his other arm held her up against him. “You gotta breathe for me, bubba. Just breathe, you’re okay,” he tried to best to convince her. As hard as it was to hold her there as she struggled against his embrace, he knew it wouldn’t help any to let her run. It broke his heart to see her so distraught, but he still hoped somehow that there might be some room for trust to be built amidst the profound fear.

“P-please,” she sniffled, “please… n-n-no…” It was the weakest Jake had ever heard her, her broken words barely distinguishable through her sobs. Taking a brief look back over at Ari, Jake tried his best to not appear helpless as he held the poor girl upright. Sympathy and understanding shone across the doctor's face as he watched the pair, his eyes connecting with his husband’s as they shared a glance of mutual pity. As slowly as he could, Ari took a few steps towards the two, wanting to give Wren all the time she needed in the safety of her trusted friend’s arms before approaching and invading their space.

“You’re okay, honey. I’m here, Jakey’s here with you,” the younger man crooned, rubbing tender circles across the girl’s back as she cried. “You’re safe, darlin’. I got you, just try and breathe for me, chicky. Big breaths, you’re alright.”

Inching up just a few more feet, Ari paused as he reached the step up from the sunken living room’s carpeted floor to the hardwood of the entryway. Glancing over with the gentlest of expressions, he lowered himself to the ground as well, hoping it might help him appear less intimidating. When she peeked around Jake’s larger form, Wren’s sobs only worsened at the sight of the older man now closer than he was before. As she met his gaze for the first time, Ari was somewhat startled to see how deep the fear ran through her darkened eyes. She wore a look of distrust he had never seen on anyone before, not even the most severely traumatized patients he had encountered back during his practicing years, and that set off loud alarms as to what kind of situation he and Jake could really have on their hands. Hoping to help his partner start easing the poor thing back down, the brunette began to murmur softly, “Hey, shhhh…” The girl’s head ducked at the sound of his voice, her little face tucking back into her friend’s shirt as he continued to rub her back soothingly.

“Wrenley… c’mon, sweet thing,” Jake tried gently, pulling back just far enough to search for her avoidant gaze.

Unwilling to look him in the eyes, Wren shrunk even further at the shoulders, appearing as though she was doing her best to simply melt into the floor and disappear completely. “P-please Jakey,” was all she could choke out once more.

“‘Please’ what, honey? How can I help, sweetheart?” Jake crooned in response.

“P-please…” Her voice trailed off as she seemed to be searching for the right words, acceptable ones as she tugged on the blonde’s hands pleadingly. “S-so scary, please Jakey…”

“Why’s it scary, bubba? Can you help me understand?” he murmured as he brought a hand up to brush back the little one's hair from her face, earning a weak whimper and wince as she trembled beneath his touch. “Wanna help you, darlin’. Wanna make it feel not so scary, can you tell me more? Let me help you, sweet girl. Just wanna help."

Bottom lip wobbling as the man did his best to coax more information out of her, Wren snuck another glance over at Ari before finally bringing her teary gaze up to meet the blonde’s. Jake could hardly handle seeing the distress overflowing from the girl’s baby blues; it took everything in him not to wrap her up safe in his arms and give in to her every broken plea. “S-so scary,” she repeated, earning an understanding nod from Jake as he encouraged her with his eyes to say more, “s-scary… gonna… please, he’s… s’gonna hurt so b-bad, Jakey.”

Both of the men's hearts dropped to the pits of their stomachs at the poor thing's admission of her true fears. With the wind nearly knocked out of him, Jake found himself having to fight off his own tears as his friend's words processed in his mind. Furrowing his brow, he smoothed the girl's hair back once more as he dared to stare her straight in the face. His voice came out weakly, "Wrenley, honey..." It was almost unbearable to look at her, those big, scared eyes filled with such a haunting sense of desperation and need. In that moment, Jake could run from it no further; he had no choice but to accept that someone had hurt his sweet little bird enough to make her this way.

From his safe several feet back, Ari was just as devastated at the progression of Wren's episode as his husband. Though of course he had the instinctual urge to give the poor girl all the comfort he could fathom, he knew that he needed to wait and let her seek it from where she was already comfortable. It was more than difficult; he was a softhearted, nurturing man in nature. But he knew his premature intervention would likely only make things worse, and so as much as it pained him, he simply rested his weight back as he knelt there, sharing a sorrowful yet confirming glance with Jake when he looked over.

"Sweet girl..." the younger man cooed, his voice low as he tried to find somewhere to begin his reasoning. "What d'you mean, 'hurt?' No one's gonna hurt you, cutie. You're safe- I promise you're safe here, sweetie."

Eyes falling back to the floor, Wren withered as she searched for words to explain herself, seeming wary of both the men's expressions of shock and alarm. "Just..." Wearing a heartbreaking look of something close to shame, she continued, "b-big. Strong, if he... gonna... j-just..."

Feeling guilty as his friend struggled to communicate her worries, Jake nodded gently. He could somewhat understand what she meant; Ari was, after all, about as close to a real-life giant as a man could get. With whatever sort of fight-or-flight she was being thrown into at the mere presence of an unknown person, the same kind of trauma response she had collapsed into when first meeting Jake, it made sense that the older man was presenting a much greater challenge than he had, himself. "I know, honey. I know it's so hard," the blonde murmured, "but I promise you, Ari would never do anything to hurt you. If he tried, I wouldn't let him- but he just wouldn't, chicky. He really, really wouldn't. No one's gonna hurt you here, Wrenley. In this house, with me and Ari, you're safe. You're always gonna be safe, sweetheart." With one of his hands wrapped around her smaller one, he gently linked their pinkies, giving a light squeeze to seal his promise.

Thinking it might be an okay time to try and start providing some reassuring words of his own, Ari nodded sincerely at his husband's words. "Wrenley? Honey, can you listen to me?" he hummed softly, trying not to deflate as the girl's tears once again worsened at his interruption. She tucked herself away into Jake's arms at the stranger's words, prompting the younger man to begin rubbing her back once more as she shook and wept helplessly. "Jake's right, sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt you; I would never. You're such a special girl- you're Jake's best friend. Did you know that?"

Remaining hidden in the safety of her friend's arms, Wren managed a sniffle, unable to give a response to the man's attempts. Hoping her maintained state might be a better sign than coming undone any further, Ari decided to continue. "You've been such a big help in the garden, and we're always so delighted by the treats you bring us. You're the best baker I've ever met; I'm sure Jake feels the same way."

"Sure do," the blonde added encouragingly as he rocked the small girl in his arms. "Maybe sometime we can have you over to bake; we've got a big kitchen with plenty of space, and Ari got me some new kitchenware for Christmas. You can show us whatever magic it is that makes your goodies so yummy."

"That would be so fun," Ari nodded in agreement, trying to smile through his sadness in hopes of lifting the poor thing's sunken spirits. "You know all those little cards you made? The ones you put on your baggies with the pretty ribbons- the ones that said 'Mr. Ari?'" That seemed to catch Wren's attention as she lifted her head up just the tiniest bit, though she still stayed wrapped up in the safety of Jake's embrace. It was a small, subtle movement, but it was enough; seeing her respond in even just the slightest way to his efforts filled Ari with hopefulness that he might finally be getting somewhere. "I keep them all in a little stack on my desk," the man revealed gently, adding, "Every time I see them, I think about you and how special you are to Jakey, and to me. I could never hurt you, angel. You're too important to us; we care so much about you."

"So much, buggy. Ari's right; you're our special girl," Jake cooed. Praying he wasn't just imagining it, he could almost feel the little one starting to relax the slightest bit in his arms. He hoped more than anything that their soothing words were getting through to her; both of them did.

Softening his expression as much as he could, Ari was similarly picking up on small signs of progress. With faint optimism present in his voice, he asked, "Sweetheart? Do you think you could try and look at me?" It broke his heart to receive a doubtful whimper from the small girl, though he just hummed mildly, "I know, honey. I know it's hard, but you're bein' so brave- you know that? Jakey and I are so proud of you," he commended. "You made it all the way in; I know that must've been so difficult, and now you're stayin' here with us; you're doin' so well, angel. So, so well."

As the doctor crooned his praises, it was visible to both him and his partner that his efforts were slowly but surely working. Now more than anything, Wren was simply slumped against Jake, no longer trying to run. Bringing his hand up to stroke softly over her light golden hair, Jake continued his rocking motions, the feeling of her small body wrapped in his filling his heart with such a sense of pride and love.

"There you go, sweet girl," Ari murmured, the sight before him now seeming a million times more manageable than it was even just a few minutes ago. "You're okay, Wrenley. You're safe, see?" Softening his voice even further, he dared to ask again, "Do you think you could looking over here, honey? You did it before, remember? Just wanna show you nothing bad will happen, darlin'. Wanna show you it's safe, d'you think we could just give it a try?"

Keeping his movements as subtle as he could, Jake shifted their positioning to make it easier for the girl to look over at the man if she chose. There was a period of silent pause, both of them eagerly holding their breath as they waited to see what the little one might do. And to both of their amazement, after gathering up all the courage she could into her tiny trembling frame, Wrenley finally lifted her head up ever so slightly to gaze bashfully over at Ari through a fresh veil of tears.

As her deep blue eyes met his own, the man thought he had never felt so touched by another human being in his life. It wasn't the kind of affection he had for Jake; it was something completely different and new. It was the way a person might look at a newborn fawn when seeing one for the first time. There was such a profound feeling of tenderness, along with a heaviness to the situation that couldn't be ignored. As he knelt there, face-to-face with the girl at last, there was an unmistakable sense that he was cradling her entire fragile world in his hands. Her vulnerability shone through her eyes; she had let him in the door. There was no turning back. And in that moment, all Ari wanted to do was prove to her that he would do just as Jake had done, that he would protect her heart and treat it with the care it deserved.

Relief and compassion washed over his face as he gave her his softest smile, humming, "Hi there, pretty girl. See? Completely safe." Resting his hands on his knees, his heart all but melted as she gave him the teeniest of nods as Jake rubbed her back again proudly, mumbling sweet words of praise in her ear.

Catching notice of the little yellow head poking out of the girl's dress pocket, Ari's smile widened as he asked, "Is that your ducky, sweetheart? Jakey's told me all about him- I've heard he's quite the little gardener, just like you. Does he help you bake, too?" He didn't mind in the slightest if to any outsider it might seem silly; he was more than happy to treat the stuffed animal like a living being if it might help his new friend feel more at ease.

Surprising the couple once more with her bravery, Wren offered a mild nod. "I didn't know he likes to bake," Jake played along, glancing lovingly down at the little figure. "You'll have to come to our baking day, Ducky! It'll be a party in the kitchen!"

"It's very nice to meet you, Ducky," Ari hummed adoringly, giving plushie a gentle wave. In a moment the men both found all too precious, Wren's little fingers came up to find one of the duck's wings, having him give a wave back to the doctor.

Jake finally felt safe enough to relax in his embrace of the girl, turning to shoot Ari a triumphant smile. The older man smiled back softly; there was an incredible sense of calm that washed over the three friends as they sat there in the entryway of the home, seemingly past the worst of the group effort. Resting the side of her little head against Jake's chest, Wren continued to look over at his husband, the storminess in her eyes receding at last.

"You wanna tell Ari what you brought?" the boy asked his friend gently, earning an intrigued look from the brown-haired man as he nodded encouragingly. "She made 'em special, just for you," the blonde gushed as he motioned towards the basket with his head. "She knows you love lemon."

"I do; that's my favorite," Ari murmured with a smile.

Blinking sheepishly, Wren's voice was as soft as ever as she told him, "M-made cupcakes, sir. Lemon cake a-and... and buttercream frosting; it's my Nana's special recipe." Ari hummed approvingly, finding her mildly old-fashioned manners to be rather endearing; she was just too sweet, exactly as Jake had described her.

"That sounds so special, darlin'. We've got plates and drinks in the kitchen- what d'you say we go give them a try? I can't wait to finally give my compliments directly to the baker." After pausing to look up at Jake, who gave her a reassuring nod, Wren nodded at the suggestion. "Perfect. Here, I'll show you the way."

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I watched under the red hood recently so maybe 🔥 + Jason in it?

nice 😃

first of all, in order to discuse this, I need to establish the Really Big Changes between that movie and comics canon because... yeah, they're huge lol.

in the comics, Bruce and Jason's relationship had been fracturing in his last days as robin, because Bruce suspect Jason of pushing a rapist with diplomatic immunity from a balcony (the comic leaves this ambiguous. I prefer it this way). with terrible timing, Jason finds out that the mother that raised him wasn't his biological mother, so he sets out on a search for new family. after a whole international quest, he finds her... and she gives him up to the Joker in order to cover her *check's notes* embezzling crimes. the rest is history.

Jason is not brought back by the Lazarus Pit (and Ra's certainly wanted nothing to do with him lol). he awakes one day on his coffin because of comic-typical nonsense (alternate version of superman punched the world?? and it "set things right" because Jason was never "meant" to die). he digs his way out, gets hit by a car, gets taken to a hospital, stays in a comma, awakens but ~catatonic, escapes and wanders the streets stealing and sharing food with the homeless... then a league ally finds him, Talia al Ghul is informed, and takes Jason under her wing. when he's not healing fast enough for Ra's tastes and he wants to take Jason a way to the farm, Talia throws him into the Pit without Ra's permision.

in their final confrontation, Bruce is far less calm and doesn't throw the batarang to Jason's hand: he throws it to his neck, with potential lethal force, to fully stop him. then the Joker blows things up. it's kind of implied that Jason dies, but maybe the same magic (there's a purple light thingy?) took effect, so he eventually returns to annoy Dick in New York and briefly turn into a tentacled monster. that's not relevant here though.

oh, and Black Mask didn't need to free the Joker. he was already chilling in some amusement park, as he does. while Batman did... eh. who knows.

there are other, less important changes. because comics are weird and quirky and inherently hard to adapt in a way general audiences will take seriously. a very funny one is that the assassin Jason kills when he and Bruce are fighting side by side calls himself Captain Nazi.

okay so. I have MIXED FEELINGS about the film, precisely because of these changes (well, minus the Captain Nazi one, but that is REALLY funny of Jason, imo). I like it a lot... but I'm also bummed it removes Talia's importance... and that it backs the post-death narrative pushed by DC that Jason died because he was "reckless"/eagerly violent as Robin... the changes pertaining Bruce... and most of all, Jason's resurrection (again, I get it's comics-weird. But I really like the digging-out-of-one's-grave's motif!! and it could've easily been left ambiguous - the characters in the comics have no idea of why Jason came back, so. it could remain a mystery!).

and as I said, re: Bruce. sometimes I'm annoyed because the changes seem designed to make Bruce seem less... objectionable lol. other times I'm curious because the changes because they suggest a very different person in some key ways that spark my imagination in fic-related ways. depends on the day!

but overall it's a good film and a more than competent adaptation, that REALLY showcases my perfect son who never did anything wrong in his life xD, that portrays him as competent (very important to me), and that hits just the right spot when it comes to all my Jason and Bruce-Jason FEELS. and teeny tiny robin!Jason was adorable.

(I'm very happy the fandom outgrew its phase of fancasting Jensen Ackles as Jason though. what a travesty).

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Santa Baby

Title: Santa Baby Summary: Jensen finds his best friend’s Christmas boudoir photos. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 3165 Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Infertility Square Filled: Photographs Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo A/N: None

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With all his family and friends deciding to travel for the Christmas holiday, Jensen had decided to crash at his best friend, (Y/N)’s house. He had been there nearly a week and didn’t know if he would ever want to leave. Spending so much time with her was good for his soul and heart after traveling non-stop all year. It felt good to have a solid place to be with someone. She was on winter break from her job and spent a lot of time hanging around binge watching tv with him.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your computer for a meeting I have?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “Not at all. I’m going to go out and have lunch with the girls. Just no porn, please.”

He acted offended, “I would never.”

She laughed getting off the couch, “Uh-huh. I know you, don’t even think about it. I’ll be back in a few hours. Text me if you need anything.”

Jensen’s meeting was with the execs at Warner Brothers and Jared to start the conversation for what was next for Supernatural. The show had been off the air for a few years and with the new take over of the CW, both shows Jensen and Jared were EPs of, had unknown conclusions. They wanted to let WB know they were very interested in continuing Supernatural on a streaming service like HBO Max.

As the meeting went on and the execs were droning on about viewership and numbers. Jensen’s curiosity got the better of him. He opened (Y/N)’s Google Drive and found a newly shared folder titled: Christmas Photoshoot. He had not been prepared for what he saw when opening the folder. He heard Jared chuckling and immediately minimized the window.

“Jensen, everything okay?” One of the execs asked.

He nodded, “Yes, yes. Please continue.”

Jensen tried to focus on the rest of the meeting, but his best friend lying on a bed in lingerie with her legs spread was permanently etched into his mind. As the meeting ended, Jared stayed on with Jensen to chat a little longer.

“Dude, what happened? Did (Y/N) finally live out your fantasy of under the desk work?”

Jensen narrowed his eyes, “No. She’s out with friends you perv.” Though now that fantasy was playing out in his mind with the little outfit she had been wearing in that picture.

“Earth to Ackles!” Jared called out, snapping him out of his little fantasy, “Bro, what the hell is going on?”

It was no secret, especially to Jared and their friend Misha, that Jensen had a small crush on his best friend. He was used to them teasing him about it, but after seeing a quick glimpse of those photos that little crush was like a raging fire of desire.

“Nothing. I’m going to go before (Y/N) gets home. Have fun skiing with everyone and give them my love.”

Jared eyed him suspiciously, “Alright, I will. Tell (Y/N) hi and give her a kiss for me.”

Jensen nodded, ending the Zoom call. He stared at the minimized folder debating on looking at the photos again or forgetting they ever existed. He immediately brought the folder back up, scrolling through the fifty or so photos of his best friend. They started out cute with her in Christmas pjs and as he continued to scroll the less and less clothes she had on until the very last photo. Clicking on it to enlarge it, he found (Y/N)’s naked silhouette back lit by a Christmas tree she was stretching to reach the top of.

Jensen’s hand was stroking himself through his sweats as his eyes drifted down her beautiful body. His cock ached for a release that he was going to need before she came home.

“Fuck me.” He groaned, closing the picture, folder and her computer down.

By the time (Y/N) came home, he had taken a nice long shower and jerked off to the slideshow of pictures in his mind of her being in all kinds of states of undress and positions. Now, sitting across from her eating dinner, Jensen could not keep his mind from deep diving into the gutter.

“You’ve been really quiet all night. Did your meeting go okay?”

He nodded, “Oh, uh, yeah. It went fine.” Jensen looked down at his plate pushing his food around.

He was hungry, but not for the Chinese food on his plate. He glanced up to see her gorgeous concerned filled eyes on him. Her tongue slipped between her lips wetting them before dragging the bottom one between her teeth. His cock twitched, reminding him of the little under the desk fantasy he had lived in for a few moments earlier in the day. He knew there would be no way of living the rest of his hiatus with her without coming clean.

“Um, I stumbled upon some photos of you on your computer.”

She arched her eyebrow at him, “Okay…”

“Some… um, sexy photos of you.” He mumbled, watching her eyes widened.

“Oh…” She laughed, “Shit, I’m sorry Jensen. I forgot I had those on my Drive. Oh my god, are you scarred for life now? Do I need to pay for therapy for you?”

He tilted his head, “No… not scarred or confused. More surprised than anything. Didn’t think you would be the type to take those kinds of pictures.”

“Yeah, well I’ve been pushing myself out of my comfort zone recently.” He noticed her shoulders fall slightly before she smiled at him, “I should really delete them. It was a waste.”

He shook his head, “I wouldn’t delete them. You never know, you might find someone to share those with one day. If I may, why did you have them taken?”

She sighed, “Since fuckstick broke up with me, I haven’t liked how I looked. I heard that doing a boudoir photoshoot could help boost my confidence a little.”

“Did it work?”

That one simple question broke his heart as he watched tears spring to her eyes. (Y/N) shook her head, standing and walking towards her room.

“Excuse me.”

Her door shut before he could catch her. Standing outside her door, his anger began to build as he listened to her crying inside her room. Jensen would never forget being in New Mexico filming when her douchebag ex broke up with her. Telling her how ugly and flabby she was. How he couldn’t get it up or fake liking her any more. It had taken a Facetime call from Jared and Misha to keep him from flying out and beating the ever living crap out of the fuckstick.

Now, hearing a breathless sob tear through her pushed Jensen to finally have the balls to do the one thing that scared him most. He opened the door to her room and crawled into bed behind her.

“Go away please. I want to be in misery alone.”

“I’m not leaving.” He wrapped his arm around her waist feeling her flinch and hearing the resounding crack of his heart.

(Y/N) turned in his arms, pushing on his chest, “Damn it Jensen, go away! I know you don’t want to be in bed with me as I sob and cry in self pity. You should be in bed with a beautiful model or actress. Not your best cow friend.”

He grabbed her wrist pulling her against him, “I don’t want to be in bed with a model or actress. I want to be in bed with my gorgeous and sexy best friend that I’ve been in love with for years.”

“You’re such a liar. I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better. It’s not helping because I know it’s not real.”

He let out a low growl before placing her hand firmly against his raging hard on. She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I can’t fake that, beautiful. I saw those pictures of you and they have been playing like a damn slideshow in my head. Fuck, I had to take a damn cold shower and jerk off before you got home in hopes that I could play it cool around you. News flash, I can’t! You fucking turn me on so much that I have to constantly make sure I’m dick isn’t sticking out for the world to see.”

He was breathing heavily as he rolled over her, pinning her hands above her head. Another gasp escaped as he settled between her legs and leaned down brushing his lips against hers.

“If you don’t want this, or me. Tell me now. I will leave and act like nothing ever happened. For the love of god I really hope you tell me you want this because I’ve been daydreaming of tasting and being inside of you… All. Fucking. Day.”

“This is for real? I’m not dreaming or anything? You want me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Jensen let go of her hands, trailing down her body. He noted every spot she flinched or squirmed as his fingers passed over them. Slipping one hand behind her neck, cradling and massaging it. She hummed and sighed before he gently placed his lips against hers.

“Yes this is real. I’m not sure if I’m not dreaming. And yes, I want you. All of you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back to her and kissing him. Her hips pressing against his and he groaned before snapping his against hers.

“(Y/N), tell me you want this. Please, tell me you want this.” He rolled his hips against her creating the perfect amount of friction to relieve a little pressure.

“I want this, Jensen. I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. He began a trail of kisses down her body removing her shirt and bra. The moan that came out of her was music to his ears. He pushed her sleep shorts and panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor. When he looked back, they were closed, keeping him out.

“(Y/N)?”

“You don’t… I mean… oh god this is embarrassing.”

He rested his chin on her knees, “What is? If this has to do with how you're groomed, I don’t care about that. Shaved, unshaved, don’t matter to me as long as I get to taste you.”

She groaned, pressing her head back into the pillow, “It has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what, beautiful. You can tell me.”

Whatever it was, she was truly having a moment of insecurity that he wanted to take away. She had no idea how beautiful and sexy she truly was or how it was killing him not to have his face buried between her legs.

She blew out a long breath, “I’ve never had a guy go down on me. I don’t know what it feels like and I don’t want to hurt you with my thunder thighs.”

Jensen’s jaw slacked as he let the words register in his head, “Never?”

She shook her head, covering her face with her arms, “Nope. None of them ever wanted to.”

“Well they’re even bigger fucksticks than I thought.” He kissed her on her knees, “Baby, you have nothing to worry about. I definitely want to go down on you and you’re not going to hurt me with these delicious, beautiful thighs of yours. Please, let me see you. Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good.”

She stared at him for a long time before slowly opening the gate to him. As he settled between them, Jensen lifted her legs over his shoulders. He ran the tip of his finger over her slickness making her shiver and sigh.

“So wet and perfect.” He murmured.

“The number of panties you have ruined for me is astro-NOMICAL!” She cried out as he ran his tongue up her.

“Really? Well, feel free to never wear a pair around me again.” He chuckled against her inner thigh, “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm.” She grasped the sheets beside her.

He worked his tongue over her repeatedly until focusing on her sensitive clit. The moans and whimpers coming from her were driving him crazy. He sat up slightly and watched her face as he pushed one finger inside of her.

“Ohh-hh, Jen-Jensen… oh wow…”

Slowly he pushed his finger in and out of her, adding another one feeling her tightening around them. His cock twitched wanting to be buried deep inside of her.

“S-So close Jensen… oh god… m-more.” She moaned, her hand hesitantly reaching down towards him.

He nuzzled his nose into the small patch of hair chuckling, “You know you can direct my head wherever you want it. You’re not going to hurt me.”

Those would be his famous last words as her fingers thread through his longer hair and push his mouth down onto her clit. She rolled her hips against his mouth and tugged on his hair. The pain sent a jolt of electricity straight down to his cock and he sucked hard on her clit. Her thigh clamped around either side of his head as her body trembled through her release.

“Fuck Jensen! Holy… oh Jensen.” She cried out, as he let her ride out her release.

He kissed his way back up to her as she stifled a giggle, “What?”

(Y/N) took her hand, running it over his beard and holding her slickness on her hand, “I think I made a mess.”

He leaned down kissing her before rubbing his face between her breasts making her giggle more, “A fucking delicious and beautiful mess.”

(Y/N) lifted his face bringing his lips to hers for a passionate kiss, “Make love to me. Make me forget about all the guys who told me I was ugly or grunted their way through sex with me. I want to feel beautiful and loved by a great man.”

Jensen kissed her again, reaching between them and aligning himself with her, “You’re sure?”

She nodded and he gently pushed inside of her. Jensen watched her face carefully in case she was in pain. He ignored his body's need to snap his hips against her and wanted to make sure she was okay. He let out a shaky breath against her shoulder holding himself still to let her adjust to him.

She rolled her hips against him, “Move… please move…” She moaned.

Jensen inched his way out before pushing back in. They both sighed as he repeated this over and over then his body took over picking up his pace. He was so snug inside of her that it was hard for him not to lose himself in the feeling of her.

“God (Y/N)... feel so good inside of you. Fuck…”

Her fingers dug into his back, “Harder Jensen… a little harder. I-I won’t break.”

He bared his teeth against her collarbone, pushing himself up for a better angle. He drove into her as their skin hit echoed off the walls. She squeezed his cock tight just like she had done before she came earlier. He could feel the familiar tingling in his stomach that he was going to cum soon.

“J-Jay… right there. Oh god… like that. Yes, yes. yes, fuck Jensen!” She cried out.

He leaned over her, snapping his hips against her getting ready to pull out of her when she wrapped her legs around him.

“Cum inside me. It’s okay, I promise. Want to feel you cum.”

That sent him right over the edge and he mumbled incoherently into her the crook of her neck. He knew better than to not carry a condom with him or at least pull out and jerk himself off. Something about cumming inside of (Y/N) felt right and he couldn’t shake that feeling even after they had cleaned up, laying in her bed.

(Y/N)’s head was resting on his chest while her fingers traveled a path from his hip bone up to his chest. They had been laying in silence for the better part of an hour when she finally broke it with a bombshell of a confession.

“I can’t get pregnant.” She whispered, “I found out about five years ago when I was going through a really hard period. My doctor told me that my body would never produce fertile eggs. Yet, another reason why my ex dumped me. I want you to know before this goes any further.”

“That’s why you told me to cum inside of you.”

“Mmhmm.” Her body shivered, “Which is in my top three sex experiences of all time. Congrats.”

“What are the other two?”

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at him smiling, “You going down on me and you giving me the first mind blowing orgasm in my life with your fingers.”

He started laughing, running his hand down the side of her face, “Well glad to be of service. Please feel free to call on my services any time.”

“Really?” She leaned her cheek into his hand, “Even after all the baggage, insecurities, infertility? You still want to be with me?”

He laid down facing her, “I have baggage as well. A crazy filming/convention schedule. Thousands of fans who 99 percent of them are amazing, but there are a few who will go bat-shit crazy over me having a girlfriend. I also have insecurities about myself that will pop up at all the wrong moments. Infertility does not make you any less of a beautiful woman or less desirable.”

“Really?”

“Really. If/When the conversation comes up about kids then we can see what our options are. There are plenty of kids who need a family. I think one day, you will be an amazing mom.” He leaned in kissing her, “Plus, knowing I can cum inside of you is seriously the hottest thing ever. We may never leave your house again.”

(Y/N) giggled as he peppered kisses all over her face and neck. She gently pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. His hands immediately massaged her hips as he stared up in awe for her.

“I think this was one of your poses from the photos, right?”

She nodded, “Sure was except then I didn’t have a sexy man beneath me. I also had a Santa Hat on.”

“You did? Totally missed that…” She rolled her hips against him making him moan, “Can’t imagine how I missed the Santa hat.”

(Y/N) got off him making him groan, grabbing something out of the bag on her floor. He smiled wide as she placed the santa hat on her head and returned to her original spot.

“What do you say? Are you up for round two?” She asked, kissing down his chest to his stomach.

He rolled his eyes back as she slid his cock into her mouth, “Anything for you Santa Baby…”

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Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 18

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Chapter Summary: New house, new memories, new life.

Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, anxieties, flashbacks, buuuut lots of sexxxy smut so enjoy! ;)

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Texas, here we come.

I was nervous, anxious and scared to move, to finally take this step but ever since last night's events, I’ve never been more excited. We told the kids this morning and their reactions were better than we thought they where going to be. Katie was excited to have an “endless sleepover” and constant tea parties, and Kevin just seemed… happy. Genially happy. He even hugged his dad which was a shock.

We all said goodbye to my family at the house. I didn’t really want a goodbye at the airport after last night, even though I’ve forgiven most of them. I just wanted to start this new chapter with my new family, just us.

We arrived in Texas later that afternoon, dropped the kids off back at their mom's, and headed to our new home, together. I was excited and happy, Jensen seemed to be also, but there was something bothering him beneath the surface and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

I gave him time and patience as we unloaded all our luggage from the car and brought it to our new bedroom. He was trying really hard to keep up the happy guy act, but his smile wasn’t as bright, his eyes looked worried and concerned like he was scared to say whatever he wanted to.

After our clothes were put away, I crossed the room to where he was sitting on the bed. I sat in between his legs, facing him. My hand moved to his cheek and he grinned while he rested against it. “You doing okay?” I questioned lightly.

He sighed and nodded before his gaze looked to the floor. “Sort of.”

“What’s going on?”

He stood slowly as his hands ran through his hair, “I don’t want to ruin today by complaining about my stuff honey, it’s okay I’m good.”

I shook my head and stood with him, grabbing his hand in mine. “You're not ruining anything, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head and turned towards me, hands on my arms. “I just.. fuck it’s so stupid.” He paused to laugh at himself, “I thought I’d come home with you and the house would be fresh, but I can’t get it out of my head.”

I tilted my head in confusion before I realized what he meant. “The stuff that happened between you and Danneel?”

He nodded sadly.

I hugged him tight and my heart broke for him. I could understand that, the triggers, flashbacks of events that occurred. I wouldn’t ever blame him.

He lifted his head to face me and frowned, “I’m sorry. It’s not fair, this is your first day in our home and I’m ruining it with my own shit.”

I shook my head, “No, you're not. The last time you’ve really lived here was chaotic and hard on you, I get that.”

He sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, “I don’t understand. I’m over what happened, but for some reason ever since I’ve walked in here my chest is tight and I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.”

I nodded and sat beside him, holding his hand tightly in mine. “It’s a trigger. A flashback. You might have forgiven and moved on but it’s hard to forget the pain you’ve been through, especially when you return to the scene where the pain occurred in the first place.”

His hands moved to his hair as he ran his fingers through them, his breathing a little heavier than usual. I moved close, my hand against his back and my mouth by his ear. “Hey, you're okay Jensen, just take a deep breath.”

He nodded and took a shaky breath in before exhaling deep. He kept it up, holding the breath in and then slowly pushing out until I felt his shoulders relax a bit.

I smiled when his head turned towards me, a weak grin spread across his face. “Thank you honey.”

Shaking my head, I kissed him gently. “Don’t need to thank me. I’m here.”

A few hours had passed and Jensen was in a better mood, we unpacked more stuff, it didn’t take long considering I didn’t have much but Jensen ordered new bed sheets, new blankets, basically anything that was shared with Daneel was replaced.

I didn’t mind either way. I mean, it was thoughtful and kind, but I knew it was mainly for himself. Starting fresh. That’s what we both needed.

And that’s when a thought crossed my mind. A dirty, hot, and exciting thought. Maybe we needed to replace the memories here, give eachother a memory that we can hold onto forever.

Jensen was in the kitchen putting away the dishes when I escaped to the bedroom, changing into the only piece of lingerie I owned, and internally thanking myself for buying it even when I thought I’d never use it.

I never wore something like this before, there was never a chance and my body confidence wasn’t strong enough to show it off, but tonight I was determined to give Jensen an image he wouldn’t soon forget.

I pulled on the black and pink laced bra and tightened it before sliding on the matching pink thong. The fishnets were next and I cursed at whoever created such a difficult piece of clothing for women.

When I was dressed, I looked in the mirror and blew out a breath.

Even without the confidence, I knew Jensen was going to be blown away by my outfit choice.

When I came back into the kitchen, Jensen's back was turned towards me and I smiled nervously. I cleared my throat and Jensen turned his head slightly but not enough to see me.

“Doing good honey?” He questioned.

I laughed lightly and leaned against the counter to give him a nice view if he would ever turn around. “Yeah I’m good. I’ll be better in a few minutes.”

He chuckled, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

This time I laughed loudly and shook my head. “Well, if you’d ever turn around you’d know.”

He tossed the towel down and finally turned before he froze, eyes locked in on my body, redness filling his face from the tip of his ears to his cheeks.

His mouth dropped open slightly into an o shape, and he sucked in a breath.

“Oh… wow. Holy shit Y/N, you look… Jesus.”

I smiled as my own cheeks burned red, coming around the counter to show it off. My fingers traced up and down his chest, eyes trailing with it. I smirked and leaned into his ear. “Wait till you see the back.”

He swallowed hard as I turned around, giving him a nice clear view of my ass that he loved so much. He groaned underneath his breath and I could feel him watching me, staring at every piece of skin he could see. “My god, you are just… gorgeous. I’m a lucky man.”

I giggled and turned back towards him, “Well, I was thinking maybe we both could be lucky. Maybe we could christen every room in this house, start our new life with some good memories.”

He nodded frantically and pulled me close, nails digging into my hips tightly. “I’m game.”

I smirked and moved to the counter, my back against him. “Well, I was thinking maybe here first… you could fuck me against our new kitchen island….”

He gasped and before I could say anything, his hands where on the globes off my ass, pulling me towards him. He leaned closer to my ear leaving goosebumps everywhere. “You want me to bend you over and fuck you right here?”

I bit my lip to stifle the moan and nodded, before his hand came to my hair, pulling me backwards until my back was flush against his chest. “Words honey.”

“Yes… yes I want you to fuck me right here.”

He stayed silent but the sound of his belt sliding out of the loops sent shivers down my spine. Jensen usually wasn’t dominating in bed, but it was certainly a nice change of events.

His hand moved to the back of my neck as he pushed me down onto the counter, a gasp leaving my lips as the cold tile pressed against my exposed skin and my cheek.

“Put your hands on the sides of the counter, and hold on.” He demanded.

I quickly did as he said, waiting in anticipation for him to give me what I so desperately needed, but he was taking his time.

His fingers moved lower, tracing overtop of my panties causing me to squirm. He groaned in his throat and leaned closer to kiss my back. “Your already soaked, you really like this eh?”

I nodded and breathed deep, trying to hold back begging him to fuck me, but I was ready to.

He chuckled lightly as his hands moved back to my hips. “Ready?”

I just started to nod my head when his cock slammed deep inside, causing my body to shoot forward. My hands gripped the counter tightly as a loud and needy moan escaped my lips. He panted against me, desperate to fill me as much as he possibly could.He was relentless and rough in such a good way, pounding me over and over again, hips slamming against mine, pushing and pressing against me so hard.

It felt like he was punishing me, like he hated me and I loved it. I knew he loved me, I knew that he wasn’t taking anything out on me, but it just felt freeing to have him completely in control, demanding my body, taking what was his.

My hands were going white against the counter and every slam was starting to ache on my stomach to the point were it really hurt. I lifted my head dizzily, and turned the best I could towards him. “J-Jensen..”

He stilled his movements and leaned over, brushing the hair from my face, “Yeah? You alright?”

I nodded and rested my head back down, “Just… the counter hurts a bit.”

He slowly pulled out of me as his hand came to my arms, spinning me around gently. He smiled and bent lower, grabbing my thighs to lift me up.

As gently as possible, he picked me up and brought me to the kitchen table before laying me down on my back. I sighed contently and nodded, “Much better.”

He smirked, his hand moving down to stroke his hard cock before he slid back inside me in one swift motion. I leaned my head back and whimpered as he filled me up to the point where I didn’t think he could reach any further, but every thrust, every movement felt like he was hitting spots I didn’t realize were there.

He leaned over me, hands grabbing mine to hold them in place. “This is better anyways, I like seeing your gorgeous face as I fuck you.”

My eyes slammed shut as his words brought me closer to the edge, every word that rolled off his tongue pushed me further and further. “Oh god, oh fuck, yes Jensen, please more.”

His hands pulled down on my hips, forcing me closer and himself deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. He groaned loudly as he watched me fall apart, desperate to get me there.

“Oh fuck, your so fucking hot baby, so damn delicious.” He spoke hungrily.

I nodded and opened my eyes, my hand reaching for the back of his head to pull him lower. He smirked as his eyes glanced on my lips, kissing them deeply.

I could feel the shockwaves crashing through my entire body, legs shaking with pleasure and hot white lights exploding before my eyes, I was there, and I just needed a push. He groaned as his forehead dropped against mine, “Oh fuck your so tight.”

“P-Please… Jensen…” I choked out.

He lifted his head as his hand came to my cheek, “What do you need?”

“S-So close…”

He nodded in understanding as he sat up gently, pulling my legs over his shoulders to get as deep as he could. His other hand moved to my clit, rubbing the nub so roughly that I thought I might explode right here. “I’m right behind you honey, cum for me.”

I closed my eyes tight as I felt the coil start to snap, my vision went dark and the entire world around me was spinning, rotating like I was about to fall off.

He let out a rather loud moan as he pumped a few more times, exploding right inside of me.

When he stilled, the room was filled with breathy gasps for air and hot sticky arousal, filled with love and passion, exactly how I wanted it to be.

He gently pulled out of me and rushed to grab a towel before cleaning me up and fixing my clothes. I stayed where I was, unsure if I would even be able to walk after that. He leaned over me, bright lust blown eyes staring right back at me. He smiled lightly and kissed my cheek. “Are you okay?”

I nodded lazily and fluttered my eyes open, “Yeah, I’m good just… exhausted.”

He smirked and helped me to my feet, holding me tightly against him.

“Well, why don’t we go take a nap, and than we can see how many other rooms we can christen if your up to it?”

I giggled playfully and nodded, “Yeah, I’m game.”

“Hey, that’s my line.”

I laughed loudly and shook my head, walking towards the bedroom to get some sleep, “It’s mine now.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it! Like, reblog and comment your favorite parts and stay tuned for another chapter coming soon!

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Undercover ~ Nine ~ Princess

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

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Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Eight - One Hell of a Coincidence

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Jacob David Jensen is smart. He may act like an idiot but it’s a ruse. Because he’s smart. Degree and everything.

He’s never felt dumber.

He is staring at his girlfriend like she is an alien from outer space. Because she’s not just his girlfriend. Nope, it can’t be that simple.

His girlfriend is the heiress to the throne of England.

A country.

A Fucking country.

Her father is a king. What does that make her mother? Was he supposed to bow to Sam now? Oh god, does he now have to refer to her title? A million questions are now running through his head.

“JJ, please look at me.” His head snapped back to her face. Her beautiful face was turned sad and some tears are in her eyes. “Please don’t look at me differently.”

“Princess, I, shit, I’ve been calling you that the whole time. Princess, you’re a princess.”

Sam nods. “Jake, what are you thinking?”

Jake swallows. “I... I don’t know. You’re my girl and you’re royalty and I feel like your brother is going to have me beheaded or something for... shit, your dad is a king!” He starts to pace. “I don’t know what this means for us.”

“It means nothing JJ. Its still just you and me.” Sam looked at her man, wishing he would stop and just kiss her so he can ground himself. But she can see his panic, his anxiety, his uncertainty in his eyes and she knows she needs to stop him. She tugs his arm and pulls him towards her. She kisses him hard, and Jake deepens it, letting the familiar pull of desire take over. As she slowly pulls back to breath, his eyes remain closed. “JJ?”

His eyes flutter open. “Sorry, I just... I don’t want to lose you Sam.”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’m not that important.”

“Why do you say that? Of course you’re important. You’re important to me.”

Sam smiles softly. “I know that. Its why I love you. But to my brother, I’m not. Can I explain?” Jake nods and the sit on the couch. “Tony is the king, yes but my position is only mine until he starts a family.”

“So does he have kids?”

“No. Not yet. But they are working towards announcing his engagement. See, my mother didn’t want me to be brought up with all of the royal stuff. Her and my father had hit a rough patch when I was born and they decided to separate. My father visited as much as he could while we lived in England but when we moved to New York, that became harder. When I was ten, my father discovered that he could no longer have children. So, it was just me and Tony. Tony was going to inherit, and I was the spare.”

“Ok, but you’re still important.”

“I guess so. When Tony has kids, they will unseat me as the heir to the throne, which suits me just fine. I don’t want to be queen of anything. I just want to be Sam Matthews. Or maybe...” she stops. “Anyways, the Duchy was set up so I would never want anything from Tony. I rarely touch it but that is where my title comes from.”

“So, you are what Fitzgerald is after?”

“I guess so. The real question is why. My mother never made waves when she separated from my father. She was never crowned queen or anything because they never got married. But because my father recognized me to the Prime Minister but kept it hush, not a lot of people know about me.”

“Ok,” Jake smiled, “ok. Then we just need to figure out who is bankrolling Fitzgerald and expose them. When does your brother plan on announcing his engagement?”

“Three months.” Sam leaned into Jake. “This is so weird to tell someone else my secret.”

After their conversation, Jake held Sam as she slept, finding comfort in her warmth. Her soft breathing as she slept formed a lullaby that sent him to sleep.

Waking up alone he panics slightly until he heard her speaking on the phone.

“Papa, I don’t know what happened. Fitzgerald just... no, Jake made me get into the panic room... yes he built one... he’s in the military... papa, please... no I don’t want to go... in a safe house, Jake’s team is taking care of us... no they don’t know who... is mama ok?... ok... no I promise to give you updates, I’m sure inspector Hart will always update you and Tony... is he mad at me... ok... yes papa... love you too.”

Jake watches as Sam puts the phone down and wipes a tear from her eyes. “Princess?”

“Hi Jakey.” She barely holds it for him to cross the room before she crumples in his arms. She sobs uncontrollably for a bit, Jake stroking her hair, whispering sweet nothings. After a few minutes, she calms to a small hiccup.

“Wanna tell me what these tears are about, my princess?”

“My dad is angry. Very angry that I was found and that I was so close to being taken away. He wants me to come home.” Another tear falls. “I don’t want to go.”

“But, if it keeps your safe...”

“Without you Jake. They want me to leave without you.” She sobs again and leans into him.

Jake hurts. He doesn't want to lose Sam. He kisses her head. “Listen to me Sam. We are going to get through this, and we will be together on the other side, ok? I love you and nothing will change that, you hear me?”

She nods but Jake can see she is still scared. He cradles her face before kissing her gently. When he feels her kiss him back, he moves to deepen it a little more. She moans into the kiss and it's like a hot wire to his cock. Without breaking the kiss, he moves her to straddle him. They pull back and he can see her sparkling eyes and kiss-swollen lips. “God, you are so beautiful,” he whispers. He pulls her back into another kiss and then lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his slim hips. He walks them back into their room and lays her down. He sits up slightly and she whimpers from the loss of his heat on her body.

No words. Jake pulls her camisole off, leaving her top bare to him. Sam reaches to pull his shirt off as well, drinking in the few tattoos on his body. Jake lays over her, nipping at the spot behind her ear and down her neck as Sam plays with his hair. He kisses a path down her body, tasting every inch of skin. He gets to her panties and he kisses around the lace edge. “Jakey, please,” she whispers.

He grabbed the sides and pulled, guides down her legs. He inhales at the apex of her thighs, enjoying her unique scent. He places kitten kisses and licks, enough to rile her up, begging for more in whines and cries. He finds her little nub and licks it deep. She wails at the sensation. Jake doesn’t stop until he can feel with his tongue that she’s close. “Let go Sam. Let me drink you, princess.”

She denotes around his tongue, crying out in a rush of pleasure. Jake works her through it before pulling away and sliding his boxers off. He gently cages Sam in to look into her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she gasps as he pushes into her. Jake groans as her warmth surrounds him.

“God baby, I love being inside you.” He moves his hips softly, not wanting to just fuck his girl but make love to her. Make her feel how he feels. He made love to her, making sure she felt good. Her eyes floated close. “Open them, princess. I want to watch you fall apart.”

Sam slowly opened her eyes as she stared in this pool of blue looking back at her. “Jake,” she mewled.

“Let go, my princess. Take me with you.” Sam felt the desire about to overflow and she squeezed Jake so hard that he choked with satisfaction. She cried out as her orgasm washed through her. She barely registered Jake meeting his own end, slowing to make sure every drop stayed inside but not wanting to overwhelm her.

As Sam drifted off to sleep, Jake continued to hold her. His phone beeped with a message.

“We need to talk.”

John Fitzgerald was fuming. He completely missed his chance at snatching Sam from her home. She had gotten into the pantry and then the door didn’t move. “A fucking panic room,” he growled. “That fucking IT nerd asshat built a fucking panic room!”

The man sitting with Fitzgerald swirled amber liquor in his glass. “Did you even do recon on the prick?”

“I didn’t think I had to. He was just some IT shit.”

“An IT shit that outsmarted you. Have you found them?”

“No, their last signal was some neighborhood 50 miles out of town. I sent some men to scout the area but so far no luck.”

The man stood up and looked out to the river behind his home. “You had one job to do! I need her to complete this part of my legacy. She is the only one who is in the way!”

“I understand, sir...”

“No you don’t. And you will address me as Your Royal Highness from now on.” Edward Davenport spun around and looked at Fitzgerald. “I am still the son of a King. My brother may have been King and I should have been if not for his ungrateful brats.” He began to pace.

“Yes, your royal highness.”

Edward took a breath. “Find the girl. Bring her to me. The assassination should be executed in the next month or so.” He looked at John. “Don’t fuck this up. Otherwise, it is your head that takes her place.”

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Hark Olufs a pirate victim sold into slavery

Hark or Harck Olufs was born in July 1708 in Süddorf on Amrum. At that time, the island of Amrum was under Danish rule, a time when the island was always fought over and regularly changed crowns.

Now Hark's father was "Captain Oluf Jensen" and as a sought-after North German captain he owned several ships, including "die Hoffnung /the Hope", on which he sent his son Hark Olufs on board as a sailor in 1721. Three years later, what many sailors of that time truly feared happened. When Hark was on his way from Nantes to Hamburg, two of his cousins and the crew fell into the hands of the notorious Barbary pirates and were taken as slaves to Algiers to extort ransom.

Front of Hark Oluf’s talking gravestone (x)

"Here lies the great war hero, resting gently on Amrom Christenfeld. The blessed Harck Olufs was born there on Amrum in 1708, 19 July. Soon afterwards, in his younger years, he was taken prisoner by the Turkish pirates in Algiers on 24 March 1724. In such imprisonment, however, he served the Turkish Bey of Constantine as a casnadaje for 11 and a quarter years, until this Bey finally gave him his freedom in 1735 on 31 October out of kindness to him, since he then happily returned here the following year as A[nn]o 1736 on 25 April. April, he happily arrived here again on his fatherland, and thus in A[nn]o 1737 entered into holy matrimony with Antje Harken, who is now in a sad widowhood together with 5 children. In such marriage, however, they have begotten a son and 4 daughters. Thus they must all feel the death of their father, since he died in 1754 on 13 October, and brought his life to 46 years and 13 weeks.

Of course, Hark's desperate family tried to buy him free, but simply could not raise the enormously large sum demanded, although large fundraising campaigns were initiated. But Hark and his cousins were not the only ones, and since each of them was asked for about 6,000 marks, it was almost impossible to raise this amount. But his family did not give up and even turned to the Danish government, which had a special department for kidnapped sailors. But now there was a problem. The Hope was not sailing under the Danish flag, but under the free flag of Hamburg (the reason why his father was also allowed to call himself Captain, because this title was only allowed to Hamburger merchant Captains, others were only Commanders) whereupon Hark Olufs' application for release was rejected. As if this were not dramatic enough, the Olufs family was further dogged by bad luck. When Hark's father finally had the required sum of money together, he arranged for his son to be ransomed. And indeed, a Hark Olufs was also ransomed, but not his son, just someone else with the same name. All hope for the real Hark Olufs seemed lost and with each passing day, the hope of seeing him alive again faded. But Hark was lucky -

The following text is written on the back of the gravestone: (x)

"May God grant the body a joyful resurrection on the last day.

To my own I call back from the grave these lines for remembrance: Alas, in my younger years I must go to the robbery of the Algiers And hold almost twelve years the Slaverey. But God made me free by his hand. Therefore I say again: I know, my God, I must now die. I will, but one thing I ask. Let not mine own perish. Keep the widow's house. Oh God, because I cannot provide, take thee wife and children."

After being sold as a slave, he worked as a servant to the Beys of Constantine until 1728. On behalf of his owner, he killed many people and gained the trust of his master. Thus Hark not only rose to the position of treasurer, but between 1724 and 1732 he became commander of the bodyguard. Incidentally, he also took part in a pilgrimage to Mecca, from which it can be concluded that he converted to Islam. After Hark had helped in the conquest of Tunis in 1735, he was released in gratitude on 31 October and returned home to Amrum in 1736 as a very wealthy man.

However, he did not seem to leave voluntarily, because shortly after he was released, the Bey died. And with that, Hark lost his protector and leader, which threatened his own life again, and so he returned.

Title page of the first edition of Hark Olufs' Autobiography, 1747 (x)

When he returned to Amrum, he stayed there. He only married after a thorough examination by the pastor and the elders, but after proving that he was still a Christian, he was baptised and accepted back into the church and community. Once and for all fed up with dangerous seafaring, he held several offices on Amrum and even met the Danish King Christian VI. He told him his story and in 1747 his own autobiography was published. Hark Olufs died in Süddorf on Amrum on 13 October 1754. Even today his gravestone, which is one of the talking stones, stands in Nebel in the cemetery at St Clement's Church.

But it doesn't stop there, because since his death he has been sighted again and again wandering around the cemetery and between the dunes in search of his treasure and obviously cannot find any peace.

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Restless Man Part III

Summary: Beau Arlen finds himself in the middle of a case with more twists than a country road.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reina Cetanwakuwa-Stanley

Word Count: 1015

Warnings: cursing, show level violence, derogatory remarks (some in native languages) poisoning, murder

A/N: The inkling for this work started when I heard Jensen singing Restless Man. This AU has elements based on historical information and canon from the Big Sky series.

*Set after the series finally 3:13 That Old Feeling.

A/N II: All Native American words/sentences are resourced from freelang.net and glosbe.com *some algorithmically generated on these sites.

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*no beta -all mistakes are mine

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Walking into the offices of Dewell & Hoyt, Jenny nodded to her partner as Denise commented, “Ohh girl, long day?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“We took the liberty of grabbing some food, figured you’d be hungry.” That made Hoyt smile, “Thank you. I missed lunch since Beau went MIA on me today.” Cassie laughed, knowing her friend too well. “Like you didn’t enjoy every minute of being in charge.” Hoyt plopped down in the chair beside her, opening a to-go container. “Wouldn’t deny that. It was a nice break from his constant chattiness. So, do either of you know anything about this meeting?”

“Not much,” Denise responds. “When Beau called, all he said was to make sure you and Cassie were here.” They tuck into their meals, catching up on the rest of their day, when the offices' rear entrance door opens and clangs shut. Cassie and Hoyt pull their firearms as heavy footsteps come closer, and a man appears in the back room's doorway.

“Whoa!!” Arlen raises his hands.

“Jesus Christ Beau! We could’ve shot you!” Hoyt snapped, lowering her gun. “I texted Cassie an hour ago saying I’d be coming through the back door.” Holstering her weapon, Cassie says, “The only text I got was from Kai.” Arlen pulls out his phone and frowns at the not delivered. “Must have been in a no-service area. My apologies for starting you ladies.”

Hoyt starts, “What’s up? It’s not like you to disappear at the drop of a hat.” Cassie adds, “Don’t forget leaving vague messages and sneaking through people's back doors.” Arlen laid the manilla folders he’d brought on the desk. “Gerald Stanley left a safety deposit box in my name containing these. They have some interesting information.”

“That’s where you’ve been all day?” Cassie asks, picking up the files and handing one to Hoyt. Arlen grabs the extra chair by Denise, who passes him a takeout box with her usual flirting. “Yes..sorta. The bank was the first stop. After we examined the boxes…”

“Who’s we?” Hoyt interrupts, making the other two women look at each other when Arlen says, “Gerald requested that his granddaughter be present when I opened the box.”

“You took Reina Stanley!” Hoyt’s voice rose. “What the hell, Beau? I’m your undersheriff! Why didn’t you call me?” Arlen gave her a look. “The inquiry needed to be handled with discretion, and based on your reaction, you wouldn’t been able to do that with her there.”

“Okay, moving on.” Cassie says, “You found these medical records. What did you do next?”

“We went to Montana State University and talked to a Biotechnologist before heading to Billings to see Gerald’s doctor. They said he came in with unusual symptoms, and after a battery of tests, couldn’t be certain what was happening but, off the record, thought it was poisoning.” Hoyt, annoyed but somewhat calmer, sat her file down. “Without a definitive diagnosis or other evidence, it’s all circumstantial, not enough to open an official inquiry.”

Arlen swallowed his mouthful of food. “Reina has information that I can’t disclose but points to a hypothetical scenario that could explain why someone, or ones, wanted Gerald out of the way. That’s why I wanted to meet up. Cassie,” he pulled a paper from his pocket. “Could you look into this for me? Going through official police channels might tip off whoever is involved.”

“Oh, wow. I see why you’d want to keep this quiet.” She reassured him they’d be discreet and handed it to Denise. “You do realize this also makes Reina a suspect?”

Arlen acknowledged that before turning to his undersheriff, “So Hoyt, you miss me today?”

“Ha! You wish.”

Arlen is on the phone four days later when he hears a knock on his door. He sees Cassie Dewell standing there and waves her in wrapping up his conversation. “Sounds good. Thanks for letting me know.” Hanging up, he turns his full attention to her. “Hey, Cassie, got something for me?”

“Denise spoke to a cousin-in-law who works in the state capital offices about that info you gave us. They said, off the record, several months ago, Gerald dropped by to see the governor without an appointment. By the time he left, they had put the Silver City expansion scheme on hold until the department had sufficient information about the environmental impact on some type of lizard living there.”

“Wow, I had no idea Gerald had that kind of pull but smart, using good old bureaucratic red tape.” Cassie raised an eyebrow. “One more thing: the cousin said besides the out-of-state developers, a subsidiary contractor under the Stanley umbrella is involved.”

Arlen got his confused expression. “Wait a minute, he had one of his contractors stopped? That doesn’t make sense. So we’ve got,” Arlen held up a finger, “One out-of-state developer, who I’m sure is very angry about the delay after investing time and money into this project.”

Cassie adds, “Two, the subsidiary contractor also heavily invested. Three, other businesses in the area who would’ve benefited from providing goods and services during the development. Four, landowners that were going to make a hefty profit from selling their property.”

“And five,” Arlen says, “The Stanleys themselves.” He grabs his football, squeezing it frustrated. “We’ve got way too many suspects.”

“I agree. I want to speak to Reina,” Cassie said knowingly, "Since she’s the one who gave you the information.” Getting up, Arlen followed her out of his office. “Maybe Gerald said something she considered irrelevant that could help narrow the list.”

“You do realize she’s still a suspect. Reina might’ve fed us that information to throw us off the trail because she’s the one who orchestrated Gerald’s death.”

“I don’t think so,” Poppernak said as they walked by and stopped at his desk. “You know something, Pops?” The deputy responded. “Maybe. I remember some gossip about Gerald forcing Holland to give him custody of Reina. Cody would’ve known...”

“Mo!” Cassie’s interruption of the overly talkative deputy was too late and saw bewilderment cross Arlen’s face as he spit out, flabbergasted.

“Cody Hoyt?”

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 5 months

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Comfort in Goodbye

Summary - Part 48 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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A/N: Sorry this one’s short again, I've been so busy with family stuff and so focused on the Christmas imagines that Friday snuck up on me. I hope you enjoy this chapter regardless. If you need a little extra Dean or Jensen fix you can check out my Christmas Imagines.

Once Destiny is finally feeling a little happier and settled you all go into the kitchen to have breakfast as a family. By now it’s all cold so you reheat the food and make new coffee. Destiny tries a little bacon with her cow heart; she’s slowly getting used to trying out different human foods just so she can taste new things and have something that you can give her in public if necessary. She still needs the hearts for nutrients and to fuel her body and you and Dean are both coming to accept that and even get used to it. The oozing blood is still a little unsettling, especially dripping down her cheek or chin, but you try to compare it to the ketchup that Dean smears all over his face when eating.

With so much being said in the bedroom, none of you feel the need to talk anymore, so you share your yummy, if not slightly greasy, breakfast in comfortable silence. Once you finish you clear the table, Dean starts the dishes and then Destiny helps to dry up. You brought an old wooden stool in from one of the backrooms so she could reach the sink more easily to help. She loves to be helpful and join in the domestic things with you and Dean. As she finishes drying the dishes she hands them to you so you can put them back in their rightful home. The three of you follow this routine almost daily now so it’s almost like a well-oiled machine; it just feels right.

With the dishes washed, dried and put away Dean finally goes to find his brother while you take Destiny back to her room to brush her hair and get changed out of her pyjamas. You then leave her to play in her room for a few minutes while you get ready yourself.

As you’re tying your hair up in a ponytail Dean walks in and sits on your bed. “So, uh, Sam found a case…”

“I know. He told me, and I told him that you should go.”

“What? I thought…”

You take a seat beside him, facing him, and take his hands in yours and place them in your lap. “You’re unsettled, restless and starting to unintentionally take it out on me and Destiny. I can handle your outbursts, I’m used to them. She can’t. You need to be out there. We agreed on weening you off the hunts. Cold turkey doesn’t work for you, that’s become abundantly clear.”

“I said I wouldn’t. What about…”

You kiss his cheek. “Dean, Baby. It’s okay. You need to go let off some steam and it’s better you unleash it on a real monster that’s doing real bad than our family or our little girl who’s trying her best to be good. I love you and it’s okay. I know who I married.”

He leans forward and kisses you softly. “Only if you’re completely sure?”

“I am. It’s okay. I just have a couple of requests…”

“Name your price, Sweetheart, anything.”

“Be careful and come home safe.”

He kisses you again. “I promise.”

“Good. Then you go out there and make our world a little bit safer.”

“I love you.”

“You prove that every day. But I do love hearing it too. And I love you.” This time you lean forward and kiss him. You both make the most of the fleeting privacy and make out for a while before he pulls away.

“Think she’ll be sleeping in her own room by the time I come back?”

“No promises.”

He sighs. “I have to pack and go before I change my mind and stay here with you in this bed.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Good.” He kisses you again and then drags himself off the bed to pack his duffle which has been sitting abandoned in the back of the wardrobe. He stuffs in a few days' worth of clothes and then heads down to the armoury where you’re now storing all the weapons to gather everything else he needs.

While he packs you go into Destiny’s room and carefully explain that Sam and Dean have to go away for a few days. You sit on her bed as she’s playing with dolls like a normal child.

“Hey, Sweetie.” She puts the dolls down and crawls over to you. “Are you ready to go out? Get some more stuff to make this room feel more like you’re own. Maybe get some nice new outfits?”

She nods and stands up quickly but you softly grab her wrist and pull her into your lap. “For the next few days, it’s just gonna be you and me, okay?”

“Where Dean going?”

“He and Sam have to take care of something out of town. But they’re gonna come home as soon as they can, okay?”

“Like a hunt?”

You nod. “Yeah, it’s a hunt. But what they’re hunting is doing real bad. It’s hurting people. So they’re just gonna go check it out and see what they can do.”

“Okay…”

“I know you’re still adjusting here, so are we. But Dean needs to do this so he can continue to adjust. So, we’re gonna have a few girls' days! Shopping, makeup, slumber parties, baking, all the fun stuff that Dean grumbles out. How’s that sound?”

“Fun!”

“Awesome! Once Sam and Dean are ready to go then we’ll head out as well. Come on.”

You stop by your room to grab your jacket and handbag before leading her out to the garage where the boys are packing the Impala. Once Dean shuts the trunk he looks up and sees you and Destiny standing in the doorway.

“Look at this, Sammy, we got ourselves a send-off party,” he says with a smirk. He wanders over and kneels down to hug Destiny first. “You be good for Y/N now, won’t you?” She nods. “Good girl. I’m gonna miss you kid, but I’ll be back soon.”

“I miss you too,” she says as she hugs him.

He kisses the top of her head before standing up and focusing on you. He pulls you in for a tight hug and then kisses you deeply. When he pulls back he whispers, “I love you, Mrs. Winchester. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You smile and blush. “I love you too, Mr Winchester. I’ll be waiting. Stay safe.”

“Always. Especially now that I have something to come home to.”

You kiss him again before pulling away and pushing him away towards the car. “Now go on, we have a girls' weekend to start,” you say with a smile to hide the pain of saying goodbye.

Dean smiles at you as he gets in the car. “Come on, Sammy!”

“You stay safe too, Sam,” you say and you pick Destiny up and sit her on your hip. You both stay there and wave until they’re out of sight. Then you grab the keys to the red car you love so much and drive into Lebanon.

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My Only Wish This Year

Part Two

Master List

Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1,188 Warnings: angsty teens A/N: Part two is finally here! Thank you all for being patient with me! I write when I can find the time and I’m sorry this took so long! If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial seeing as I’m just stepping back in! :)

Jensen unpacked his things and did his best to get settled in the small but cozy room. He plugged in his phone, and changed into some pajamas before going to knock on the door joining his room to Jordan and Lizzie’s. Lizzie opened the door a few seconds later and stepped aside to let Jensen in.

“You guys settling in ok?” he asked.

“Fine,” Jordan snapped, shoving his headphones into his ears as he slumped onto his bed.

“We just finished unpacking. Unfortunately,” Lizzie said, sitting at the foot of her bed, rolling her eyes.

“I expect the eye rolling and the attitude from your brother, but not you,” Jensen said. “What’s going on, Half Pint?”

“You and Y/N,” she said. “We saw how you two were looking at each other and we didn’t like it.”

“And how exactly do you think we were looking at each other?” Jensen asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Like you wanted to rip each others’ clothes off,” Jordan piped up from the bed.

“Jordan!” Lizzie said.

“What? It’s true,” Jordan said. “Didn’t realize you would move on from mom so quick.”

“Jordan, I’m not moving on from your mother,” Jensen said, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Sure, dad, whatever you say,” Jordan said, rolling his eyes.

“Enough with the attitude, Jordan,” Jensen said. “I want this to be a nice vacation for us so can we please at least be civil with each other until we get back in the car to go home?”

“Whatever,” Jordan replied, pressing play on his phone.

“What do you think about all this, Half Pint?” Jensen asked, turning his attention to his daughter.

“Stop calling me that,” she said, putting her own headphones in. “It’s just Lizzie.”

Jensen let out a sigh, not wanting to deal with any more fighting that day and reminded his kids about breakfast, doubting they could hear him over the music, and shut the door behind him as he entered his room.

With another sigh, Jensen settled himself into his bed and went to check his messages and emails from the past couple of days. He had a few messages from Jared, letting him know the dogs were loving hanging out at his house, and a couple messages from his parents asking about the drive and seeing how the kids were doing. He answered the messages and flagged some emails before grabbing his book from the end table next to him and settled in for the night.

The next morning Jensen was shocked when his kids were actually awake to make it down for breakfast. He took that as a sign that maybe, just maybe, this trip would end up being the positive family bonding experience he’d been hoping for. That hope was dashed, however, when breakfast was spent mostly in silence with both Jordan and Lizzie on their phones followed by them racing back up to their room before he had even finished his coffee. Not sure what to do with the time to himself, he sat with his coffee and opted to read the book he’d brought down with him on the off chance his kids wouldn’t want to have breakfast with him. He was silently glad he’d opted to bring the book with him.

“You can take the coffee into the living room if you want to sit in a more comfortable chair,” Jensen heard and he looked up to see you standing across the table from him.

“I’m sorry?”

“If you want to be more comfortable while you read you can bring the coffee into the living room,” you chuckled. “I know these chairs aren’t the most comfortable.”

“Oh, yeah, that would be great,” Jensen smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you said, returning the smile. “Jordan and Lizzie decided to skip breakfast?”

“Nah,” Jensen replied, setting his book down on the table. “They ate and ran right back up to their room.”

“Teenagers,” you chuckled.

“Exactly,” Jensen chuckled as well.

“Well, I’ve got to get breakfast all cleaned up, but you are more than welcome to hang out in the living room or the library with the coffee,” you said, gathering some of the plates from the table. “There’s some more in the pot if you want another cup.”

“Do you need some help?” Jensen asked. “With the dishes, I mean.”

You locked eyes with him and suddenly it was like ‘no’ was a word you never learned. It didn’t really go against policy or anything for the guests to help out with chores, but you made it a habit to politely decline when they offered. Jensen, apparently, was different though.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you smiled. “As long as your kids won’t miss you.”

“Please,” he chuckled. “If you were taking their phones to do the dishes with you they may have a problem. But their old man? They won’t even notice.”

“Well alright then,” you said, motioning for him to follow you. “Kitchen is this way.”

Jensen picked up his coffee cup and his book and followed you into the kitchen. You made small talk while he washed and you dried and put away the dishes. You found that you were really enjoying his company and had to keep reminding yourself that he was one of your guests and would be gone after Christmas. You weren’t allowed to get attached to him. Once the dishes were done you thanked him profusely. He assured you it was nothing and left the kitchen to go check on his kids. You did your best to collect yourself and control the blush you could feel creeping up your cheeks, completely taken aback by the fact that just washing dishes with Jensen caused this kind of reaction from you, and went to head to the front desk and get back to work.

Jensen once again knocked on the door that joined his room to Jordan and Lizzie’s and waited for it to open. This time it was Jordan who let Jensen into the room and didn’t even utter a word to his father. Trying not to let it get to him, Jensen forced himself to smile, and asked his kids how their morning was going.

“We’re bored,” Lizzie said. “There’s nothing on TV and the movie selection sucks. Can we please just go home?”

“No, Half – Lizzie,” Jensen said, catching himself using his daughter’s nickname. “We’re here through Christmas, like I’ve said a thousand times. But I get that you’re bored. What do you say we go explore the town? We can see what they’ve got there and maybe get some lunch?”

“Ok,” Lizzie said, already getting her shoes on.

“Jordan?” Jensen asked.

“Will you let me stay here by myself if I say I don’t want to go?” he asked.

“Not a chance,” Jensen replied.

“Then, fine, we can go to town,” Jordan groaned, but followed his sister’s lead and put on his shoes.

Once the family of three had their coats, hats and scarves on they headed out to Jensen’s SUV and made their way into the small town a few minutes away from the Inn.

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