#saying that they wanted to cut off Jared's hair

[janeyseymour]

Love Thy Neighbor- pt 12

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11.

Summary: What happens after Melissa catches you kissing your ex-husband?

WC: 2.65k

Melissa comes in just as Jared plants his lips on yours. You push him away weakly, your stomach absolutely killing you as you do so.

“What the fuck?” your girlfriend rages. There’s a fire in her eyes that you’ve only seen a few other times, and they’ve never been directed at you. It’s… terrifying to say the least. Jared just looks smug as he looks to her.

“What? Babe, did you not tell Melissa that the two of you were through and we were back together?” he asks, feigning confusion- although it’s very clear to both you and Melissa that he knows exactly what he’s saying and doing.

“Mel, it- it isn’t what it looks like,” you try to tell her, but you know it’s no use. She thinks she knows what she saw.

“Fuck you. Fuck both of you,” she points a finger at the two of you. She turns on her heel and storms out, slamming your front door as she goes. That startles Ellie out of her slumber, and you hear her cries from the living room. Ellie hates loud noises, and she always has- she can’t handle them when she’s just woken up. Across the hall, you can hear Melissa slam her own front door too. Somehow, it shakes your side of the hall again.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” you hiss at your ex-husband as you do your best to rush to your daughter’s side. You collapse on the couch next to her and pull her into your arms as much as you can, peppering kisses to her head in hopes of calming her down.

“Momma! Why did the house shake?!” your little girl whimpers into your chest. “Where’s Mel? I want Mel.”

Jared sets himself down on the couch next to you and has the audacity to try to twist what happened to your daughter. “Melissa isn’t happy that Momma and Daddy are getting back together. I doubt you’ll see much of her again.”

“Jared, I said to get the hell out,” you seethe as you continue to run your fingers through Ellie’s hair. “We are not getting back together, Ellie. And you will continue to see Mel, I promise.” You just hope that you can keep that promise. If you and Melissa are through, you can only hope that the redhead who has wormed her way into your daughter’s heart will continue to be there for Ellie.

“I’m trying to comfort my daughter,” he tells you and continues to gently rub the little girl’s back.

“Jared, if you are not out of this house within the next ten seconds, I swear to God,” you close your eyes and threaten him angrily. 

“What are you going to do, Y/N?” he tells you. “I’m not leaving.”

“Elizabeth, go over to Melissa’s, please,” you say seriously. “She’ll watch you while your father and I talk.”

You’ve never seen your little girl move so fast, and she’s always running around. She sprints out the front door, leaving it open and knocks frantically on your neighbor’s door.

“Mel, please! It’s Ellie!”

The door whips open, and at the tears and the fear in your daughter’s eyes, Melissa scoops up your little girl. She presses a soft kiss to Ellie’s head as your daughter hides her face in the crook of your neighbor’s neck. Melissa glares at you through the opening in your door before turning back into her own living space.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shout at Jared. “You cheat on me, you leave our family and our life, and then when I’m finally happy again, you come in and ruin it all!”

“I came back to say I was sorry and that I wanted to get back together!” he yells right back at you.

“And I told you very clearly, that I wanted no parts of that! And then you drag our daughter into it?! Jesus Christ, Jared. If I had known that this was the-” you cut yourself off to gasp in pain at the terrible pain on the right side of your abdomen. “If I had know that this was what our lives would turn out to be…”

“Don’t you dare fucking say that,” he hisses at you. “We made Ellie together, and you cannot go and say that you would wish her away.”

“I would never wish my child away- like you did, and for what?! To go sleep with her babysitter!”

“And I realized that I fucked up!”

“No fucking shit!” you scream. “We had the perfect life! The perfect family! And you went and fucked it all up! And now, now that I have the perfect life here with my parents and my little girl and my girlfriend, you find your way back and manage to fuck all of that up too!” That gets the attention of Melissa and Ellie. The redhead hasn’t closed the door to her apartment, and she can hear and see the two of you perfectly from where she holds Ellie close to her on the couch.

“I didn’t fuck anything up! You fucked it all up by moving across the country and being gay!”

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with me loving who I love! What is wrong is that you decided to become a dirty, rotten-” He smacks you clean across the face. You cry out in pain as a hand flies up to your face. But you regain your composure again because the slap across the face pales in comparison to the absolutely searing pain in your stomach. “Get the fuck out of my apartment. And don’t think that I won’t be filing for-”

You get cut off again, but this time it’s by Ellie and Melissa. You hadn’t realized that the redhead had kept her door open and that yours was still ajar. Both of them had just witnessed your ex-husband lay his hands on you.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Melissa seethes. “Get the fuck away from her, or so help me, God.”

Jared stands from his place. “And what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

“Ellie,” you cut in. “Your room, now. Headphones on.”

Your child, for once, doesn’t follow your orders. Instead, she marches herself straight up to your ex-husband. “Don’t hit Momma!”

He, in a fit of rage, raises his hand. Before he can strike her though, Melissa rips him away from the couch. You pull your daughter as close to you as you can, terrified of what might happen. You know Melissa has a temper on her, and you also know that she isn’t one to back down from a bare knuckled fist fight, even against a man as fit as your ex-husband. Luckily, her adrenaline takes over and she’s able to throw him out the door before slamming it shut and locking him out.

She shouts through the door, knowing that he’ll hear her, “I wouldn’t try anything else, asshole!”

He continues to yell and scream about how she has no right to take his child and wife away from him before the redhead reaches for your phone and calls the police.

As Jared continues to shout at you through the door, Melissa turns her attention to you. Your cheek is bright red, and the outline of Jared’s hand is etched into your skin.

“Melissa, I-”

“Don’t,” is all she says before she walks into your kitchen and grabs an ice pack.

“But I-”

“Don’t worry about nothing,” Melissa tells you as she presses it to skin gently. She smirks. “He’s fucked. I got it all on video with my phone set up on the counter in my apartment.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you cling to Ellie.

Your little girl is hysterical as she clings to you just as much. “Momma, I didn’t- I didn’t like that. I didn’t- I hated that!”

“I know, I know,” you mumble into her hair. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Melissa does her best to help soothe your daughter, but nothing really works because watching her father strike her mother and then almost being hit herself has Ellie quite shaken- and with good reason.

Jared is still yelling at all three of you through the door about how this isn’t over- how he’s going to get you and Ellie back. Thankfully, Melissa has the sense to go into Ellie’s room and grab her headphones to help block out the noise. Still, your little girl is more shaken than you’ve seen her before. It feels like forever before the police show up at your door. They cart him away before knocking.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for this!” you hear Jared threaten as they pull him down the hall. You go to stand up to answer it, but your girlfriend gently pushes you back into the cushions with your daughter before going to open it.

“Schemmenti?” the officer asks. “Damn, I should’ve known.”

“I didn’t do nothin’ this time, Jerome,” the redhead smirks before sobering. “I called because that asshole was laying hands on my girlfriend.”

“You two know each other?” you look between the two of them curiously.

“I told you I know guys in almost every department, didn’t I?” Melissa turns to you before inviting the man in blue in. 

The officer take your statement, Melissa’s statement, and Ellie’s statement before they leave with a promise that a restraining order will go through for the three of you against your ex-husband. Ellie shocks everyone in the room by stating that she never wants to see her father again- that she didn’t like the mean side of him and doesn’t want him to hit her.

“I also got in touch with Marco about the child support,” Melissa tells her guy. He nods with a chuckle. The man in blue heads out not much later, leaving you with your girlfriend (you think she’s still your girlfriend) and your daughter.

“Melissa, I-”

“Not right now,” is all she says. “All that matters right now is getting Ellie to calm down, fed, and in bed, and then we can talk, okay?”

You nod. You know she’s right.

“Give me five minutes to go change into my pajamas and grab my phone, and I’ll be back.”

“Promise?”

She just kisses your temple in lieu of an answer before heading across the hall. And she is back in the promised five minutes- it actually only takes her about three to return back to you.

“You started on dinner?” she asks, not quite sure what else to say in the tense air.

“Nothin’s been cooked,” you sigh.

“Pizza it is,” the redhead tells you as she heads into the kitchen. She returns a few seconds later with the heating pad in hand and some Midol to help alleviate your pains. She pulls Ellie into her arms before gesturing for you to lay your head in her lap. You follow her instruction before she hands you the supplies. You smile at her gratefully.

By the time the pizza has come, you’ve fallen asleep and Ellie isn’t hysterical anymore. You wake up with your head on a pillow as opposed to your girlfriend’s lap, and the redhead and daughter are both quietly eating dinner when you look into the kitchen. When you really listen in, you can hear Melissa trying to soothe your daughter’s fears over what happened earlier today.

“Daddy said that he and Momma are getting back together, and that I won’t see you anymore though,” Ellie sighs sadly. “I don’t want you to go… I love you, Mel.”

“El, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I am not leaving you, or your momma, for you to believe me,” the redhead assures your daughter with yet another kiss to her head. “I love you both so much.”

“‘M just scared,” your little girl admits quietly. “I already losed Daddy, but he isn’t my favoritest anymore. I don’t want to lose you Mel. You’re my one of my favoritest people, and I know your Momma’s favoritest too. ”

“I think you take the title of your Momma’s favorite person in the world,” Melissa smiles at your daughter. Then she validates your child’s feelings. “And I understand that you’re scared, but I promise you that I am here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere if I can help it. I don’t wanna lose my two favorite people either.”

Your heart swells at that admission. She still loves you- Jared may not have ruined your relationship after all. You had thought that maybe she was just playing the part for Ellie, but it’s confirmed now in your mind that you aren’t losing Melissa in your life. Deciding now is a good time to make it known that you’re awake, you pull the blanket that had been draped around you with you into the kitchen and kiss both of their heads before settling in your chair. Almost immediately, Ellie is wiggling her way into your arms and holding onto you tightly.

Dinner is quiet and tense, and so is the hour that you all spend on the couch before putting your little girl to bed.

Melissa, as much as she just wants to get your daughter to bed, fully puts herself into character as she reads Ellie’s favorite bedtime story with all of the theatrics that she would usually use- and it feels so good to hear your little girl’s giggles against you, especially after the shit that hit the fan today. But when it comes time to leave Ellie in her room, she doesn’t want any of it.

“Momma, I’m scared,” she whispers as she clutches your shirt desperately. I want you and Mel.”

You can’t blame her for that. So you simply whisk her away and into your own bedroom. Melissa follows, of course she does.

It doesn’t take long for your daughter to fall asleep between you and the redhead, the day’s events exhausting her. And when she starts to snore softly, you know she’s out for the night.

You turn your head to look at Melissa. “Mel, can we talk?”

“Yeah, hun,” the redhead sighs. “Listen, I’m sorry I stormed out. I thought-”

“I know what you thought you saw,” you tell her softly. “And I-” 

“Can you let me get this out?” your girlfriend asks. “I need to get this off my chest.”

“I’m listening,” you promise.

“I’ve been cheated on before too, as you know,” she mumbles. Then she clears her throat. “I thought that you really were getting back with him and that you were just stringing me along… that the reason you didn’t tell me about meeting him at first was because you were planning on getting back with him. And I- Y/N, I’m so sorry. I- I should’ve known, but my emotions and fears got the best of me, and I reacted before I could be rational.”

You reach across your daughter curled up into you and squeeze your girlfriend’s hand gently.

“I understand,” is what you say. “I totally understand. But please… please know that I don’t want him. I only want you. I want to get past all of this drama with him and then just focus on us and the life that we’re building together.”

She smiles at you with warm eyes. “That’s all I want to do too.”

“We’re gonna get through this,” you promise her.

She pushes herself up on her elbows just slightly in order to kiss you gently. “We’re gonna get through this. We’ll get everything with him straightened out, I’ll make sure that you get the child support money, and we’ll start our lives together.”

The next morning, when you wake up with Ellie on top of you snoring softly and Melissa's arms wrapped around you, you know that maybe... just maybe, everything will be okay.

AND THAT FOLKS IS THE END OF THIS SERIES UNLESS SOMEONE GIVES ME REASON TO WRITE MORE :) 🤍

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[all4seth]

pov: you find out about your boyfriend, seth and his friends being able to shift into wolves

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know?" Seth asked for the milionth time.

"I do want to meet your friends, seth, I know how important they are to you" I reassured him with a smile.

We were now walking through the reservation, heading towards emily and sam uley's house, where seth's friends often hung out. We had been talking about this for a while and I figured that I would have met them sometime anyway, since Seth and I had been dating for a few months.

As soon as we reached the house, a few dark haired, shirtless and tan boys ran out, their faces radiating with excitment.

"So you're the lucky girl, huh?" one of them looked me up and down.

"Seth seems to be luckier, Jared. I'm Paul Lahote" another smirked as he held out his hand.

I took it nervously and said: "Y/N Y/L/N"

They each then shook my hand and greeted me.

"Embry Call. Nice to finally meet you, Y/N."

"Seth talks about you all the time, trust me. I'm Quil"

Seth lightly punched his shoulder and the boys laughed.

And so on. After introducing themselves, they sprinted back into the house as someone called for them. Seth and I stayed behind and he softly squeezed my hand, before saying:

"Seems to be going good"

"They all seem like great friends" I smiled at him.

"They are" he smiled back. "But if you ever bring this up, I'll deny it"

We both laughed and he turned to me as we reached the doorway and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

The boys sat at the table made puking sounds and jokingly covered their eyes with their hands.

Seth and I laughed it off, right before a woman scolded them.

I hadn't even noticed her; after she turned around, she came up to us and hugged me, then introduced herself as Emily Young.

"You're Sam's wife, ri-"

"His imprint" Paul cut me off.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as the boys all snapped at him, Jared's elbow hitting Paul's side, perhaps a bit harder than he meant.

In response to Jared, Paul got up, his chair falling to the ground, and pushed Jared a few meters back. They were yelling at each other as the other boys were quick to drag them out of the house, both of their bodies shaking violently.

"Stay here with Emily" Seth whispered, then ran towards them.

She and I got out on the porch, incapable of interfering.

Jacob was holding Paul back by his arm, while Quil and Jared were trying to calm Jared down, the other boys standing in between them.

"Cool off guys, Sam's about to get here" Emily shouted.

It was no use; swiftly, Paul freed himswlf from Jacob's grip and shockingly enough, his body contorsioned into the one of a huge, ash-gray wolf. Jared was quick to jump back at him, only he had transformed as well. Paul sank his teeth somewhere around the other guy's shoulder, who howled in pain before striking back.

When I was finally able to look away from the fight, my eyes searched for my boyfriend, with fear. He was nowhere to be seen; instead, in the place he last stood was now a wolf, who was a bit shorter than the rest, eyes looking into mine.

"Seth" I whispered.

I was frightened; not really of the huge wolves, though, but rather for Seth, praying he wouldn't get hurt.

I was pulled out of my train of thought by the shouting of another man, who was fastly approaching them. His head turned to me for a moment, before his clothes all fell onto the ground, shredded, as the greatest of wolves stood next to the fighting boys. He was visibly taller with black fur, his chest pressing forward as he held his head high; "must be their leader" I thought to myself.

Suddenly, the wolves all backed up, Paul and Jared's bowing in front of Sam. After a few moments in which all looked the great wolf in the eyes, they scattered running into the forest, nowhere to be seen.

Emily grabbed my arm softly and urged me inside.

"Come on, they'll be here soon"

"Are they going to be okay?" I asked quickly, much worried for them all, tears forming in my eyes.

She looked at me and sighed, stroking my hair.

"Yes, they'll be okay, sweetheart. This happens pretty much on a daily basis around here"

I gulped, with shock.

"So this... this huge wolf thing is common around here?"

She laughed and nodded.

"They'll explain everything to you when they get here"

As soon as she said that, the tan boys came back into the house, all laughing and joking around, Paul and Jared included. All except for Seth and Sam, who stayed behind, talking in a very serious demeanor. As they reached the house, Seth stopped into the doorway while Sam came uo to Emily and kissed her tenderly. Then, he turned to me and said:

"Seth wishes to talk to you, kid."

I nervously walked outside, meeting his anxious gaze.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I bursted out loud:

"Oh Seth, are you all alright?"

I checked his arms and chest and back, searching for any sign of harm, yet he was spotless.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he laughed, still tense.

I exhaled, relieved and hugged him tight.

"Are... are you not absolutely terrified by me? Do you not want to never talk to me again?"

I giggled against his warm shoulder.

"No, of course I'm not scared of you. I mean, was I completely taken aback when all you guys turned into huge wolves? Yeah, sure. But scared of you? No, never." I shook my head as I voiced the last words.

"I love you" he said, finally relaxed.

"I love you too"

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[dilf-din]

Come to Bed (Din Djarin x reader)

WC: 1450

Rating: T

Warnings: kinda graphic descriptions of injuries?? wound care and mention of a needle, language, idiots in love who don’t know it, THERE’S ONLY ONE BED bc this takes place on the beloved Razor Crest (may she rest in peace) tons of fluff, enjoy besties!!

The sound of the ramp lowering jostled you out of your near sleep. You had curled up in the pilot’s seat wrapped in a blanket waiting for Din to return. The sun had sank long ago, meaning Grogu had been out like a light in his hammock for hours now. You lost track of time watching the stars creep across the sky wondering what pictures and stories this planet’s inhabitants had found in them, the myths they told to their children about the beings who made their home in the night sky.

You stretched your stiff legs and made your way down the ladder with the blanket over your shoulders to see if Din needed any help with his bounty. You turned to see him struggling up the ramp, blood trailing from both him and the body he had tied up. You dropped the blanket and ran to him.

“Get inside, I’ll take care of this,” you instructed.

“I can—“

“Get. In. Side.” you repeated with a glare.

Din limped into the cargo hold and let his weight drop onto a crate near the entrance. You grabbed the quarry and lifted it into the carbonite chamber with ease, shoving it in with your shoulder and turning the controls to freeze him. The body was much bigger than you, but adrenaline had taken over, you wanted to get to Din.

You rushed past him to grab the med kit and cauterizer, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before returning to his side.

“What happened?” you asked looking him over to find the source of the blood.

“Knives were his choice of weapon,” he said through gritted teeth.

His flight suit was in tatters on his abdomen revealing a series of smaller cuts and a lengthy one along his ribs. His right thigh was gushing blood from what appeared to be a deeper wound.

“Maker,” you almost whispered. Your hands went to his boots. “May I?”

He nodded and you made quick work of unbuckling his boots and shin guards and pulling them off his feet. You reached for what remained of his pants giving him the same look as before, asking his permission. He nodded, knowing he had no other choice. He lifted himself up for you to carefully shimmy them down his thighs and get a better look.

“How long ago did this happen?” you grimaced as you tried to clean the perimeter of the wound of any dirt and loose threads. You weren’t thinking about the fact that he was basically sitting in front of you in his underclothes, but he certainly was.

He swallowed thickly, “A couple hours at least.”

You stopped to look up at him, “You’ve been walking around like this for hours? You’ve probably lost so much blood,” you said with a fresh urgency.

“I wanted,” he groaned, “To get home to you. I had been away far too long as it was.”

He would choose now of all times to say something sentimental, but your hands and your mind were in autopilot as you prepared the bacta shot.

“Jare,” you cursed under your breath, no idea at the smile resting on his lips at hearing you speak his native tongue. His hand found your face and tilted your chin up to face him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you said taking advantage of him being distracted and injecting him with the bacta.

“Kriff,” he grunted as you pulled the needle out.

You reached for some gauze and clean bandages to wrap around the already healing wound. He breathed a sigh of relief as the cooling rush flowed through his body. You tightly wrapped his thigh, hands holding it gently. You rested your cheek against the inside of his knee and allowed yourself an exhale before rising to focus on his other cuts.

He wanted so badly to hold your head there, take off his gloves and run his fingers through your hair. You moved on from that moment much too quickly for his liking.

You sighed taking in the state of his shirt, “May I?”

“Have at it,” he replied with a smile still plastered to his face. This was one the rare moments he was thankful for his helmet.

You took the scissors for the guaze and cut his shirt from hem to neckline so you could open it up. He feared you would be able to see how fast his heart was beating from that close. You peeled it towards his shoulders and let it hang off his body so you could fully see the damage. You dabbed some bacta on the smaller cuts, tracing a finger over a nasty purple bruise that must have set in on his walk home. Maker, it’s like you were trying to kill him while patching him up.

You drew your attention to the last remaining gash. “I should be able to cauterize this one. It’ll be a nice scar to add to your collection.”

He huffed out a laugh and you smiled reaching for the cauterizer. “It shouldn’t hurt too much with the bacta setting in, but let me know if you need a break.”

“Go ahead, cyar’ika,” he said smoothly. You flashed your eyes to him at the nickname and flicked on the small tool. His hand found your shoulder and squeezed it at the initial touch. “Sorry,” he grunted out.”

“It’s okay Din, I know it hurts,” you said working as fast as you could. “There,” you said switching it back off and running a clean rag over the newly closed wound, “All done.”

“Shower, I’ll set some clean clothes out for you, then I want you to rest,” you said picking up scraps of bloodied fabric and gauze.

“Yes ma’am,” he said almost reverently. As much as he hated feeling weak, he loved being cared for. You tended to be fairly laid back, this commanding side of you only came out when shit hit the proverbial fan. “I like it when you’re bossy.”

You wound up what was left of his pants and whipped them at him, “Hurry up before I send you to your room,” you joked, heading to wash your hands and put the med kit back up.

Din showered quickly, scrubbing off days of blood and grime under the warm stream of water. The bacta was in full effect making his eyes and body feel heavy. He quickly dried and struggled to pull on the clean pants and shirt you had laid out for him. He tried to shake as much water from his hair as he could before putting his helmet back on and opening the ‘fresher door. He looked down to see you curled up in the same blanket as earlier, resting against the wall by the door.

You startled awake again hearing the door slide shut. He cocked his helmet to the side as if to ask what you were doing there. “I wanted to be here in case you fell or something,” you mumbled sleepily, hand over your mouth as a yawn came out.

“You look like you haven’t slept in days,” he remarked.

“I haven’t. It’s hard to sleep when you’re gone.”

His heart ached at your confession.

“I don’t sleep well when I’m away either,” he said softly, sinking on the ground next to you. “I like knowing you’re near. But it gives me a reason to come home.”

“You have to be alive to make it home,” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. The warmth of the blanket and the smell of his soap lulling you to sleep once again. “Foolish man,” you murmured.

He chuckled and offered you a hand, “Come to bed, cyar’ika.”

“No no, you take the bed tonight,” you protested.

“I am,” he said slowly, “And you can too, if you’d like.”

You were too tired to think of the implications, what it would mean in the morning, you were just glad to have him home. He offered his hand again and you helped each other up shuffling into the small sleeping nook. He tried to stop himself from thinking about the way you folded into him, like the curve of his body had been hewn out just for you. All the rough and jagged pieces of him smoothed down to make space for your softness. He fought it for as long as he could, trying to memorize the pattern of your breaths, the small noise you made as you were getting comfortable, but the bacta mixed with the weight of his journey soon caused his eyes to drift shut. For the first time in many years, he slept soundly, and so did you.

Mando’a translations

Jare: someone taking a foolish risk

Cyar’ika: sweetheart

#din djarin x you #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin drabble

[afro-hispwriter]

The French Mistake was a mistake

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles x reader

Soulless Sam x reader(brief mention)

Summary- Dean is starting to believe you and him aren't meant to be in any universe

Warnings- 6x15(doesn’t follow it completely), mentions of suicide, mentions of being admitted to a facility, break ups, so much angst, mentions of anna, lisa, and ben, dean is a asshole lowkey(in the situation at least)

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Sam and Dean burst through the window and landed on a blue mat but before they could stand up someones yelled,

"CUT!" Bells rang, clapping, and whole bunch of talking started. The brothers looked around, Balthazar was gone and that's when the confusion started.

 "Great solid fall." Someone slapped Deans ass making him jump.

"Jared, Jensen outstanding. That was just great!" Said a old man in a chair and from behind a kid started speaking nonsense.

"Supernatural, scene one, "Echo." Take one, tail slate. Marker." And closed one of those movie boxes.

"So no angels?" Sam says.

"No angels, I think."

"Should we be killing anybody?"

"I don't think so."

"Running?"

"Where?"

Sam and Dean looked at the group of guys sitting around tv screens all talking. Then one yells "Moving on" and lights start turning on.

"Thats a wrap on Jared and Jensen." 

"Who the hell are-?"

It went by quick after that. Dean got dragged up to makeup stations and got the makeup he didn't think he had on him. Sam got dragged into an interview he had no idea how to answer.

They met up again, settling on being sent to another universe where they are actors who play Sam and Dean. They walked out of the building and the sight of Baby gave Dean a huge smile. But he watched a guy throw stuff over it and saw a whole bunch of Baby's. 

"Im gonna be sick." Dean says and starts to back away.

"We need Cas." Sam says and Dean tries to do some sort of "prayer"  but that was short lived when they spotted the man. 

That ended up being fake too. Cas' name in this universe was Misha. Misha? They kept walking around the lot until they saw the trailer that said "J. Ackles." 

"Thats fake me." Dean says and pointed at himself.

"Yeah." 

"This mist be fake mine." They walked in and Dean was instantly in awe. The fish tank and the freaking helicopter. Dean looked around the trailer and noticed a framed picture on a table. It was of fake him and a woman with brownish red hair. Maybe his sister? But the picture looked a little too intimate to be that.

It made him think of you. You left the team after the showdown with Lucifer. But he couldn't blame you. He hurt you, deeply. From Lisa, all the way too Anna. He really did like you but his connection too Anna was too great. And Lisa, Lisa and him are good. He loves her and he loves Ben. But every once in a while his mind would drift off to you, wondering what you were up too.

It was a dick move. Sam called him out on it, as did Bobby and Ellen. 

All this thought of you made him want to see if you were in the universe. Sam was typing away on fake his computer.

"Hey Sammy, I want to check something." Dean says and takes the laptop and plops on the couch. He starts typing in your name.

Y/n L/n Supernatural 

Pictures of you popped up, along with a description of your character. And again the bottom in the little box there were drop down choices with answers.

Why did Y/n Carter leave Supernatural?

Why did Dean and Y/n break up?

Do Y/n and Sam get together? 

That made Deans eyebrows furrow. Why would you and Sam ever get together? But he immediately groaned. When Sam was still soulless he apparently went to go see you, wherever you were. Because apparently Sam and Bobby were the only one to know where you went. He then proceeded to heavily dropped hints that he slept with you. It had taken everything for Dean not to beat up his soulless baby brother. 

Y/n Carter must be your name in this universe. Ironic how fake you and real you share the same first name. He clicked on the option that said why you left the show.

It was released that she left the show due to personal reasons but fans speculate it has something to do with her ex of 7 years Jensen Ackles(who plays Dean Winchester aka her love interest), leaving her and marrying a now former mutual friend, Daneel Harris now Daneel Harris-Ackles. 

"Holy shit" Dean mumbled, "Im a dick here too." 

"Whats wrong?"

"I looked up Y/n, wanted too know what she was up to. Apparently im an asshole here too." He passed the computer to Sam and he started reading. 

“At least you’re aware.” Sam mumbled and Dean shot him a look. “Huh seems like you guys broke up in this universe just after dad died in ours and she left the show around the time our Y/n left us." 

"You know where she is and wont tell me." Dean says with a slight glare.

"She doesn't want you too know, and for good reasons." Sam says.

"We need to find a way to get back to our universe." Dean says and looks over at the framed picture of fake him and the woman. It gave him a great unease. 

-

After trying to drive fake Baby. Sam and Dean just settled on getting driven to 'Jared's place as they should say. Fake Sam had a huge house, a freaking mansion. Dean noticed a tanning bed and opened it. 

"What am I Dracula?" Sam asks and shakes his head. Dean walked over to the large curtains as he heard animals making noises.

"Dude you have a freaking camal in your backyard."

"It's an alpaca, dumbass." A familiar woman's voice made them whip around. A woman at the top of the stairs, wearing a short black dress. 

"Ruby?" Dean looks at the woman is shock and she scoffs. 

"Gen, who is it?" The next voice that popped up was so sweet but sounded tired. Another woman appeared behind fake Ruby, dean let his eyes trail over her figure before his breath hitched.

"Y/n." He breathed out and took a step forward. He watched you swallow harshly all the way from where he was. You looked so beautiful, beautiful in every universe it seems. 

"G-Gen." you shakily said and grabbed her hand. "You said he wasn't going to be here."

"I know honey, I told a certain someone not to let another certain someone into the house even though I thought I didn't have to worry about it." Fake Ruby said all of that while glaring at Sam which made him shrink back. 

"I can't be here." You let her go and start to rush down the stairs. 

"Y/n wait let me talk to Jared and I'll take you back to your hotel room."

"Y/n." Dean walked towards you as you made it to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey." It had been more than a year since he last saw you, at least the real you. 

"Hey? Thats all you had to say after you admitted me to a fucking psych ward!? Dean took a step back and you took a step forward. "Got me written off the rest of 5?" You shoved your finger into his chest "You didn't even bother to visit me!" You shoved him fully this time.

This must have been what the internet was talking about.

“I-I-.” Dean tried to think of something to say but he was blank.

“Oh now you don’t have anything to say. Nothing about this being good for me, that everything is going to go back to normal after I get it. News flash Jensen, nothing worked. Fuck! WHY DIDNT YOU JUST LET ME DIE?” You screamed and shoved him hard making him almost fall back. 

“Okay Y/n honey go wait in the car.” Gen grabbed you by your arms and guided you to the door. 

“Fuck you Jensen, I wish I never fucking met you.” Gen opened the door for you and the boys watched fake Ruby watch you go to the car. She took in a deep breath before whipping around to the two boys. 

“Seriously Jensen, nothing you couldn’t say anything too her? Do you know what this could do to her?” Dean bit his lip and wiped his eye with the back of his hand. “Crying, you’re crying? Jesus I don’t want to see you talking to her outside of work, you’ve ruined my friend for the rest of her life.” 

Dean looked down at his shoes in shame and it felt weird too. This wasn’t his life, so why was it affecting him this much?

“And you.” Fake Ruby looks at Sam. “We’ll talk later.” She walks up to him and wraps a hand around his neck and pulls him down to her lips. He didn’t kiss her back, the shock of the whole thing has Sam stumped. She pulled away and let out a disappointed sigh before walking about of the house. 

It was quite for a mom between them. 

“Sammy we need to go home now.” Dean says, it was so quite Sam almost didn’t catch it. He didn’t sound like Dean.

“Dean, you okay?” He watched his brother bring bath hands up and wipe his eyes before turning around.

“Im going too stop asking you about her from now on.” He says and Sam cocks his head.

“About Y/n? Dean what’s happening in this universe, is nothing compared to what was happening back home.” 

“No you don’t understand! This just proved that me and Y/n don’t work, in any universe.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do. Fake me left her first another woman after 7 years Sammy. And I left her for a woman who ended up wanting to ruin us. And them I didn’t even try to go after her after you disappeared, like you told me too. Im fucked up Sam, its better this way for her.” 

“Dean don’t say that-.”

“Sammy please, let’s just find a way back.”

-

A/n- if people want it, planning on making more about dean x reader, but the Jensen situation in this one… there is no coming back from that kinf of situation.  so no. But I have a big plan for Deans, I really hope people want more and want too know about it😁Feedback appreciated, I will love you forever

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #sam winchester #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles

[lady-lostmind]

Making Love

Love is: Bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 431 | CW: smut | Rating: E

ao3 link or under the cut.

Eddie never thought sex could be like this. He thought all that mushy, romantic crap you see in the movies and talk of sparks flying and making love was just what people told themselves to make themselves feel better about being horny and getting caught up in the moment. 

He’s had plenty of sex. He’s had good sex. Hell, great sex, even. And not just with one-off random hook ups. Jared was basically a boyfriend. They even hung out when they weren’t fucking. 

But this? This is different. Staring into Steve’s eyes as he links their fingers together and thrusts deep inside him, Eddie wants to devour every little gasp and moan that slips from his lips. Wants to taste the desire on his tongue. Wants to sink into the devotion that fills his eyes. 

Because he fucking gets it, now. 

Because this isn’t just fucking. This isn’t just about what feels good. This is about loving this man so much he wants to claw his way inside him. Make a nest and never leave. Wants to be a part of him. Forever. Never wants anyone else to know what it’s like to watch Steve’s face scrunch in pleasure. The way his nose crinkles just a little right before he falls over the edge. Wants to drown in the tears that escape his eyes from the overwhelming sensations that only Eddie can give him. Because he knows him. Knows all the right buttons to push. All the right things to say. And he’s never cared to know any of that before. He’s never really cared about dragging things out to make them better. To see how long he can keep Steve whimpering beneath him because he never wants to stop making him feel good. Wants him to know he’ll kneel between his knees for eternity if it means he’s happy. If it means he knows, without a doubt, that Eddie worships him. Loves every inch of him to his very core. 

Eddie sees that tell tale crinkle and a smirk flashes across his face as he feels Steve clench around him, moans filling his ears, and feels pride swell in his chest. “There you go, sweetheart.” 

He brushes Steve’s hair out of his face and leans in to lick into his mouth. Just to feel the way he melts into it, even now, as he comes down from his orgasm. Eddie thrusts a few more times before tumbling over himself, still staring into Steve’s love filled eyes and knowing he’ll never doubt another sappy romance for the rest of his life.

#steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #lady_lostmind #steddielovemonth #day 2 #love is bodies touching #whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm.

[capypub]

Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Scene 2

AU Mafia!Joel Miller x Original Female Character

Rating: T (language, sexual themes, mentions of drugs)

Minors DNI. 18+ content!

Scene 1 Scene 3

Summary: Joel returns to the Tipsy Bison with his mind on one thing only after doing business near the border. Even though he feels out of practice, he somehow manages to get the girl, until she finds the literal gun in his pants.

A week goes by, Indi works another three nights without seeing him again. She thinks about that night more than she’d like to admit. After the initial shock had worn off, she realized how incredibly hot it was for this silver fox to come out of nowhere and stand up for her. Yes, he was a little intense for someone simply bumping into her, but something about those dark eyes and broad shoulders had her pulse fluttering and thighs clenching. 

It was a slower night, and she had just closed out her last tab. It wasn’t even nine yet and the place was looking dead. She leaned on the bar at the service well, helping Jared cut limes. 

“Like is it me? Am I the problem? Is there something on my face that says I like being played by idiots with nice butts?” Jared ranted, slicing a lime in half with much more force than needed.

“Of course not,” Indi said with a small smile, always there for her friend’s dating rants.

“Like I swear, Michael, the last guy I was talking to,” he went on, rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out in disgust, “I swear, his entire goal in life is to be as petty as the Greek gods, this man could not just let things go,” he huffed. 

“Michael was the one with the nose ring, right?” she clarified.

“Yeah, hot piercings, huge dick, no communication skills whatsoever,” he grumbled.

“I think your energy just attracts people wanting to steal it,” she said thoughtfully, “plus you have a nice butt, so that doesn’t help,” she adds, leading both to laugh for a moment. 

“Hey Jared, it’s dead tonight, I’ll keep an eye on the bar, why don’t you head out early?” Tommy offered, coming up to them from the other end.

“Oh hell yeah, you don’t need to tell me twice,” Jared said, immediately perking up, “Is it cool if I hang out here for a bit though? I have food on the way,” he admitted.

“Sure kid, I’ll even pour you a drink while you wait,” Tommy shrugged with that easygoing smile Indi had grown to enjoy. 

He wasn’t here every night, but tried to show up for a bit as often as possible. She’d learned that this is more of a side business for him, his real work being with Joel doing construction or contracting or something. 

“Want a shot, Indi?” Tommy asked, breaking her from her thoughts.

“I’m on the clock though?” she pointed out softly, obviously confused by his offer.

Both Tommy and Jared let out a short laugh, Jared coming around the bar to sling his arm around her and playfully pinch her cheek. She retaliated by elbowing him in the ribs with a small pout.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, a shot or two never hurt no one, plus it’s not like we’re doing much tonight anyways,” Tommy said, smoothly pouring two shots of whiskey and a shot of vodka at Indi’s request, sliding a glass to the two on the other side of the bar.

They tapped their glasses together, each one throwing the shot back with practiced ease. Tommy didn’t miss the slight grimace on her face though after she had swallowed and shook her head. 

The trio looked up simultaneously when they heard someone enter. Indi could feel Jared tense up beside her, his arm still around her as they watched Joel walk over to the same corner table as before, sitting with his back to the wall, eyes on his phone as he sent a text. God, he was gorgeous, ruffled hair, heavy boots, and a light coating of dust on his pants. 

“Ah shit, here comes trouble,” Tommy said, grabbing a glass from the drying rack and pouring a double shot of bourbon, “here Indi, take this over to ‘m, I already know he’ll start his bullshit if I go over there,” he explained, sliding the rocks glass towards her.

“What do you mean?” she asked as she accepted the glass, wrapping a napkin around the bottom.

“He won’t talk shop if he’s got a pretty face distractin’ ‘im,” Tommy explained with a sly wink, turning around before she could argue to check on the few barflies that still remained.

“Good luck, dude,” Jared said with a scoff, removing his arm with a knowing smirk, having heard about Joel’s previous antics from the other waitresses.

She took a deep breath, suddenly nervous to do the one thing she’d been hired to do - bring a drink to someone. Moving slowly across the concrete floor, she approached Joel’s table, setting the glass down between them. He looked up from his phone momentarily, his eyes widening briefly as he realized it was her.

“Hey sugar,” he greeted her coolly, tucking his phone into his pocket, not even bothering to finish the message he was typing, “Appreciate it,” he said, nodding to the drink, but not touching it.

“Do…you want something else?” she asked cautiously, unsure of whether he usually ordered something different. 

Joel’s gaze drifted slowly from the top of her head to her feet. She sported some black thigh high socks with little ribbons just above her knees this time. Paired with the usual black top and pleated black skirt, Joel felt his cock twitch at the sight of her. Absolutely fucking gorgeous. He was glad that the Bison was basically empty, besides the same  few old fucks who practically lived in those bartstools near the TVs. 

“Why don’t you keep me company for a bit? I’m sure Tommy won’t mind. ‘s not like you're busy, right?” he suggested, sitting a little straighter as she blinked at him with those gorgeous wide eyes. 

“I, um…o-okay,” she agreed before her nerves could talk herself out of it. 

That deep voice seasoned with his southern drawl and those mesmerizing dark eyes had her terrified and excited at the same time. Something about the older man looking at her like a hungry predator, a tall, dark-haired, gorgeous predator who she would happily lay herself out for if he wanted to feast on her dripping wet-.

“Darlin? You okay?” he asked, breaking her concentration. 

She realized she had just been standing and staring at him for longer than what was probably necessary. With a short nod and timid smile, she reached for the chair directly across from him. The slight jump of surprise when she was met with resistance had her looking down at the chair, noticing his boot hooked on one of the legs, keeping it in place.

“Why so far away, sweetheart? Gonna have to sit a lil’ closer, got bad hearing in one ear,” he explained easily, stretching his arm to pull out the chair directly to his left. 

“O-okay,” she agreed, moving quickly to take a seat, feeling awkward and exposed under his heated stare. 

Once seated, Joel brought his arm around the back of her chair. She sat straight up, not even touching the backrest, but she could still feel the heat from him radiating against her bare arms. 

“How’s your first week been? Anyone givin’ you any trouble?” he asked, spreading his legs a little wider, leaning back comfortably in his chair, his fingers silently tapping against his still-full glass. 

“It’s good, no trouble at all, actually. I’m liking it here a lot,” she said, turning to check the bar only to find Tommy and Jared watching them, whispering to each other conspiratorially. 

“Don’t mind them,” Joel spoke softly, drawing her attention back to him, “I’m glad they haven’t scared you off yet, would hate to lose a pretty thing like you,” he continued, finally lifting the drink to his lips, speaking the last part around the rim before finishing the content in one swift movement.

“R-really?” she asked softly, her cheeks feeling warm from his words, her body buzzing eagerly as she smiled bashfully.

“Really, really,” he agreed coolly, “Got the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, darlin’,” he added, bringing his hand up to rub the pad of his thumb against her cheek, barely touching her, his eyes focussed on where their skin connected, reveling in the electric vibrations he felt with each graze of her skin.

“You tell that to all your waitresses?” she questioned with a teasing little smirk.

Joel chuckled, closing his eyes with a light shake of his head. His little kitten had some fire in her, a spark of sass barely peeking above the surface just then. It made him want to know more, to see every color of her. Dropping his hand, he brought his arm around the back of her chair again, gripping the side and suddenly pulling her closer to him. The scrape of the wood on the cement floors had the handful of occupants looking their way. He noticed her slight jump afterwards.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he said with another low chuckle, leaning closer to her, “This okay?”

“Y-yeah…this is okay,” she agreed, sounding breathless as his scent invaded her senses. 

He couldn’t help himself. Now that she was so close and he could smell her perfume mixed with her natural scent, see the goosebumps along her arm, and heard the little uptake in her breath when he leaned closer. The details were heightened even more than that first night and Joel just couldn’t get enough. 

“And to answer your question, you’re the only waitress I’m tellin’ this to,” he said, admiring the growing tint of pink on her cheeks.

Everything in his body was screaming at him to kiss her, to take her home and ravish her. He wanted to hear every little noise she could make for him, feel the goosebumps on her skin, mark her as his own. His cock was aching in his pants as she batted her lashes, looking up at him so innocently, those pouty lips begging to be kissed raw. 

Joel made the mistake of looking over her shoulder, finding Tommy staring at them. When the brothers' eyes met, Tommy arched his brow in question. Joel had never made a move on any of the waitresses before. Hell, Joel hadn’t made a move in so long, Tommy had just assumed he’d given up on things like that. Jared was also watching closely, holding a to-go box close to his chest, stuffing his face with Thai food as he watched his friend get hit on by the biggest, most dangerous crime lord this side of the Mississippi.

The lack of privacy made Joel suddenly uncomfortable. His mind and body were too aware of their surroundings when less than thirty seconds ago, he was ready to pull Indi against him and kiss her innocence away. He chooses to lean back in his seat instead, his arm still around the back of her chair but still not touching. 

“Tommy said you go to UT, must mean you’re pretty and smart,” he commented.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she scoffed, her blush only growing as she fidgeted in her seat, looking down at her hands.  

Joel followed her gaze, his attention drawn to her tattoo. He could now see all the finer details. It was an intricate piece of crescent moons, line art and stars. Wanting to get her to relax a little, he asked her about it. She told him a little about the design itself and why she got it. He then asked about the one on her shoulder. She turned in her seat, bringing her hair to one side as she showed him the ink on her shoulder blade. 

He could tell she wasn’t the biggest fan of talking about herself by the limited details and questions directing the focus back to him that seemed to follow her answers.

“Want something to drink? On me of course,” he offered after a lull in the conversation, finding any excuse to keep her beside him. 

“I’m technically still working,” she said, that gorgeous smile making it hard for Joel to focus on her words. 

“Well let’s change that, huh?” he suggested with a smirk, getting up from the table, heading right towards Tommy who was restocking the bar, Jared nowhere in sight. 

“Can I have my employee back, now that you’ve got her all flustered and shit?” his brother teased.

“Actually, I was gonna suggest you send ‘er home for the night,” Joel said, glancing over his shoulder to find Indi making her way over to them. 

“Who’s going to close if I send ‘er home?” Tommy questioned with a scowl, but Joel could see the amusement in his eyes. 

“Your bar, you close,” Joel shrugged, “Let her take the night, Tommy, come on,” he insisted with a scowl of his own. 

“Who’s getting sent home?” Indi asked, coming to stand beside Joel, looking so small next to his larger form. 

“Apparently you,” Tommy said with a snicker.

“Joel,” she said, looking up at him with a mixture of shock and exasperation, “you can’t just do  that…”

It was the first time she had actually said his name to him. The syllables on her lips were world-shattering for him, his name never sounding so sweet until she uttered it. He wanted to hear her say his name over and over again. He briefly wondered what she would sound like wrapped in his arms, head thrown back in pleasure…

“Joel…Joel!” Tommy snapped, snapping his fingers in front of his brother’s face. 

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Joel huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Up to you, darlin’, if you want to stay, I’m closin’ up in the next couple hours anyways, wasting money keeping an empty bar open,” Tommy said to her.

Joel looked down at her, watching her expression as she contemplated the offer. The way she bit her lower lip as she considered her options had him wanting to bite her lip with his own teeth, among other places. 

“I guess I could use a night off,” she said slowly after the long silence.

Without realizing it, Joel felt his shoulders relax just a touch. She looked between the two men, like she wanted to say something else. Joel resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, pull her close, feel her body against his own, offer some sort of comfort. Tommy set two shot glasses down, pouring something clear in one before sliding it over to Indi. He opted for well whiskey in the other, taking it for himself. Joel raised his brow questioningly at his brother. 

“Oh I’m sorry, you want me to pour your drink too, princess?” Tommy asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes with a grin as he set another glass in front of Joel along with his preferred bourbon. 

“You’re cut off, asshole,” Joel huffed, easily pouring a shot for himself, feeling Indi watching their interaction with a little grin. 

“Can’t cut off the boss,” Tommy fired back, raising his glass to the two of them before downing it. 

Indi followed suit, taking her shot like a champ with minimal cringing. Joel couldn’t help but notice how cute her little scrunched up expression was as she swallowed her shot. He tipped back the contents of his own glass with ease, downing it like water, exhaling slowly through his nose as he set his glass down.

“Last I checked, I’m the boss,” he reminded his brother, “Get your stuff, darlin’, I’ll drive you home,” he added to Indi before he could consider how that might come off to her. 

She giggled, seeming less affected by his gruff directness. “Yes, sir,” she said with a playful smile, walking towards the back room to collect her things, her response stoking that fire she’d started in him when he first saw her. 

Once she was out of hearing range, Tommy couldn’t contain his laughter. He continued to snicker even as Joel glared at him. 

“Since when do you drive anyone home besides yourself?” Tommy asked.

“Watch your mouth, baby brother, I’m not in the mood to deal with you tonight,” Joel grumbled, rolling his eyes. 

“What are you even doin’ here, man? I thought you’d head straight home after gettin’ back from the border.”

“Wanted to stop by for a drink,” Joel muttered, looking down at the wooden bartop. 

“I know your liquor cabinet is stocked way better than what we got here, so cut the crap, Joel, just say you wanted t’ see ‘er,” Tommy responded, collecting the glasses and tossing them in the sink. 

“What’s it matter to you?” Joel questioned, feeling his defenses start to rise. 

“She’s a good worker, wouldn’t want to lose her because you don’t know how to ask a girl out,” he shrugged with a chortle. 

“Fuck off,” Joel fired back, ready to say more, but spotted Indi coming towards them with a bag on her shoulder. 

“What’s so funny?” she asked, noticing Tommy’s trembling shoulders as he tried to contain his snickering. 

“Nothin’, let’s go,” Joel said before his brother could open his mouth, bringing an arm around but still not touching her as he guided her towards the front door. 

“Y’all kids be safe now, y’ hear!” Tommy called after them, the echoes of his laughter following them out the door. 

Once they were outside, Joel noticed the only other car in the lot besides his truck was Tommy’s truck. Indi kept close to him as they walked towards his vehicle.

“You walk to work?” Joel asked, unlocking the truck and opening the passenger door for her. 

“Jared gave me a ride, my car’s in the shop right now,” she explained, climbing up into the seat. 

Once they were both buckled in, the truck started with a low rumble, the interior shaking momentarily from the force of the startup. She looked over at him with those eyes, that alluring gaze that suggested more than her innocent demeanor would leave others to believe. He swallowed the dryness in his throat, realizing they’re now completely alone, the dimly lit parking lot casting shadows across them as he looked her over. 

He shifted his body towards, one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm resting on the edge of the center console. In the enclosed space, her scent invaded all his senses, overwhelming his mind. 

“You know, I could hear Tommy from the break room,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap, an coy grin on her face. 

“Oh yeah?” he replied stiffly, feeling his stomach drop at her revelation, fearing Tommy’s big mouth had somehow fucked up any chance he had with getting close to her. 

“Is it true?” she asked, glancing nervously up at him.

“Is what true, sweetheart?” he asked softly, his eyes drawn to her lips as she turned her body towards him, unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning slightly on the center console towards him.

“That you came here because…you wanted to, um, see…me?” she asked hesitantly. 

He bit his lip, his eyes drifting down to her own lips, so close and so inviting. Amusement spread across her features as her lips twitched up into a small grin. Joel tried opening his mouth once, twice, three times but nothing came out. He must have looked like a damn fish, completely at a loss of words and floundering painfully. 

“If it was true?” he finally choked out, his body thrumming with nerves.

God he felt so pathetic, fucking fifty years old and stumbling over a girl like a damn teenager. She reached across the console to put her hand just above his denim-covered knee, still a bit dusty from having to shoot a guy in the middle of the desert, but she didn’t need to know that. 

“I’d be very happy if it was true,” she said softly, squeezing his leg lightly.

He huffed out a breath of relief, a nervous laugh breaking the stillness around them. Looking down at her hand on his leg, brought his own hand, much larger and rougher, over hers. She watched as he brought her hand to his lips, the edge of his mustache tickling her knuckles as he pressed his lips to her fingers. She could feel the slight tremble in his hand as he exhaled slowly.

“Joel?” she asked gently, her eyes focussed on where his lips pressed against her skin.

“Yeah, sugar?” he mumbled against her fingers, eyes closing slowly as he inhaled her scent. 

She squeezed his hand, causing him to open his eyes and realize she had inched closer, her face dangerously close to his own, her body now leaning fully over the middle console. He shuddered, feeling his heart start to beat a mile a minute, threatening to burst out of his chest. 

“Will you kiss me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced between his eyes and his mouth.

“Anything you want,” he agreed before closing the space between them, both his hands coming up to hold her face.

The kiss started slow and tender. Joel couldn’t help the satisfied groan when he was able to taste her lips, a hint of vodka mixed with her coconut chapstick. She allowed him to guide her, to lead the kiss and set the pace. The more he tasted, the more he wanted, his mouth beginning to move more fervidly, his tongue tracing her lips before sliding along her own. 

When his hand moved to hold the nape of her neck, she whimpered softly, her own fingers twisted into the material of his shirt. The little noise was enough to set Joel’s desire ablaze, his other hand sliding down her arm to grip her waist. Surprisingly Joel felt much more in control of himself then he expected he would be. He hadn’t kissed someone like this in so long, but his body seemed to know exactly what to do. 

“J-Joel,” she sighed against his mouth, “fuck, Joel,” she moaned, her eyes blissfully shut, head tilted back as his mouth drifted down her jaw to her neck, the scruff of his beard scratching deliciously against her skin. 

“Like how you say m’ name, sweetheart,” he muttered into the crook of her neck, biting lightly which earned a higher pitched moan and her fingers moving to tightly grip the hair at the back of his neck.

He brought his mouth back to hers, hungry for more, more of her taste, more of her sounds, just more of her. No amount of drugs could match the high he was feeling as her nails scratched lightly along the back of his neck and her mouth on his. One of her hands drifted down his chest, her palm tracing down side and up his back. Fuck, he never enjoyed someone touching him so much. 

Just as he was about to give in and pull her over the console into his seat, she tensed. Pulling back, he realized how heavily they were both breathing, one hand holding her jaw, the other on the curve of her hip, his thumb drawing small circles into the material of her shirt, itching to lift it up enough to feel her skin. 

“W-what’s wrong, baby girl?” he asked with half-lidded eyes, feeling how stiff her body suddenly became and how she had let go of his hair.

She was looking at him with wide eyes, almost like she was frozen in place. Joel suddenly realized where her other hand had stopped, at the curve of his lower back, close enough to his belt to graze the 9mm he had forgotten was on him. She leaned away from him, bringing her hands back to herself.

���Joel…is that a gun?”

Scene 3

#joel miller #joel miller au #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joe miller fanfic #mafia joel miller #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal au

[cookies-over-yonder]

masked weakling

Erica spots Taylor getting bullied at school, and she decides to do something about it.

ao3

It’s another regular day in the life of Erica Drippins. Student council duties, cheer practice, upholding status, just generally being perfect, the whole deal.

And she’s wandering the hall during lunch when she hears a commotion.

Filtering through the sea of students, she spots Taylor face to face with Jared Jorts, known bully.

“You better leave me alone ‘cause I could kick your ass!” Taylor shouts.

“Oh yeah?” Suddenly, Jared is holding Taylor’s cane up and out of his reach, and shoving Taylor against the locker loud enough for a bang that echoes throughout the hall. Taylor yelps, and then bites his lip. “You can’t even fucking walk, old man.”

“ Hey! ”

Erica makes her way to them and presses an index finger to Jared’s chest. “Leave him alone and give that back!”

Jared scoffs, but he lets go of Taylor and throws his cane at him, hitting his torso. Taylor winces in pain before picking it up off the floor, panting.

“Thanks,” he says, barely meeting her gaze. His eyes are glassy, and there’s a slight tremble to his voice.

“No problem. Are… are you okay?”

The bell rings.

Time for class.

And as the hustle and bustle of students floods the hallway even more than before, Taylor is gone.

He did not look okay.

And, well, with the hall passes she has for every class, it’s impossible for her to get in trouble for skipping.

So she decides to look.

Once class has started, the halls are rather empty, and it’s easier to search.

It takes a while, but eventually she reaches a far corner of the school littered with abandoned classrooms and a disgusting bathroom.

And she hears a shuddering breath.

And then a sob.

“Taylor?”

The crying stops. Erica suspects he’s holding his breath from how quickly he went silent.

She turns the corner, and he’s there. Curled up and shaking on the floor beneath the steps.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she says, scooting to sit under the steps across from him.

Taylor’s arms are holding his head and keeping it pressed into his knees. He seems to finally let go of his breath, because Erica hears shallow breathing again. “I’m fine—”

He cuts himself off with a sob, shaking harder. He’s got his hair in his fists, and from the way he’s pulling at it, his scalp must be stinging.

“I’m not gonna pretend that I know you and how you work, but you don’t look fine. That guy back there is an idiot, and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about—”

Taylor lifts his head up and meets her eyes.

His face is red and blotchy, and bits of hair are stuck to his face, and his breathing is far too unsteady.

“Why—why do you care?”

“Because you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. It was cruel and unfair.”

“‘S fine,” he mumbles, averting his gaze from her eyes, “‘M okay now.”

“Still, he shouldn’t have—”

“He was right, anyway,” Taylor says before another sob rips through him again. He buries his face in his hands, and Erica notices the red flecks at the ends of his long nails. She hopes its not blood, but considering the way he was tearing apart his hair earlier she can’t be sure.

“Taylor…”

“I can’t—I can’t do shit,” he says between sobs. “I’m weak. I can’t… I can’t—”

Taylor whines, and his breathing gets more desperate, like he’s gasping for air.

“Taylor, hey, it’s okay—”

“You should, you ssshould go back to class,” he sputters out, strained and quiet.

“It’s fine, I’m not missing much. Can—can you take a deep breath?”

Erica really wishes she had gotten to the scene sooner. Especially now, when Taylor shakes his head with a whine, hyperventilating. She hears him just barely curse under his breath.

“Taylor, hey , can you hear me?”

He nods. “Fuck, suh…sorry… fuck —” his gasps get louder, and he continues forcing out apologies, and god, he is trembling violently.

“You don’t need to apologize. Can… can I touch you?”

Taylor nods.

She pries one of his hands away from his face and holds it. He squeezes it so hard she nearly flinches.

Rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb, she feels her own eyes getting teary.

“Breathe in,” she says, squeezing his hand.

He does so shakily, running his free hand through his hair before planting it on the floor.

“And out…”

Taylor sighs, slumping forward a little.

“Okay, in… out… in… out…”

After a few more deep breaths, Taylor’s breathing is a little more stable.

“‘M okay,” he mumbles. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I… I don’t know…”

“It’s okay, here,” she says, letting go of his hand in favour of wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

His head rests on her shoulder, and he’s warm. His hands felt hot, but really, his whole body is so warm. It’s not that uncommon for anxiety to cause fevers—Erica learned that the hard way—so maybe she shouldn’t think much of it.

“Look, I know that I… I don’t really… stray from the popular circles… but I can’t just sit around and let you get hurt like that.”

“Why don’t you?” Taylor mumbles into her shoulder, “I mean… isn’t it tiring? Keeping up appearances like that?”

Erica opens her mouth to reply, but then she closes it. “It doesn’t matter,” she says, “Are you feeling any better?”

“I… I… today… bad pain day…” he mumbles, “‘S why I was so off my game. Would’ve brought my crutches but…”

“But what?”

“He’s always saying things like that. I… I can’t walk without my cane though. ‘S hard.”

Erica doesn’t know what to say.

She’d always been one to, well, appease the crowd. But man, this is rough.

“I think your cane looks cool.”

“Thanks. I… I have some new stickers on it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm,” Taylor pulls away from the hug and picks up his cane, pointing at the new stickers. “Totoro, Miku, Garfield, another Miku…” he mumbles slowly, eyes droopy.

“I didn’t know you liked Garfield.”

“Link does. He gave me that one. ‘S my favourite.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Mm… he’s probably wondering where I am. We have urology this period. Maybe I should…”

Taylor grabs the handle of his cane and starts trying to lift himself up. Erica stands up herself and offers him a hand. He takes it, and she pulls him up, but only for his knees to buckle.

“ Fuck ,” he winces as Erica catches him and helps him back to the floor. “My legs hurt so bad. Sorry. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, should I get the nurse?”

Taylor shakes his head immediately. “She doesn’t do shit.”

“Okay, uh…”

What can she do? Erica has never been the bottom on the cheer team, so she’s hardly confident in her abilities to lift another person…

“You don’t have to um, stay here with me, I’m fine now,” Taylor mumbles, running his fingernail between the tiles on the floor.

“I’m not just going to leave you stuck on the floor alone.”

“I really shouldn’t have been running,” he says, moving his hand to trace the stickers of his cane.

“Do you want me to get someone for you?” Erica asks, watching Taylor gaze at the Garfield sticker as he traces it.

“Could you maybe get Link? He’s in class so he won’t be on his phone, but I—I don’t know… you don’t have to—”

“I’ll be right back.”

Getting ahold of Link is easy. Every teacher trusts her when she says she means business, and soon enough, she’s with Link in the hallway just outside the door.

“Taylor needs you,” she says, watching his expression shift from confusion to barely contained worry.

“Is he okay? Where is he? Is he hurt? Did something happ—”

“He’s okay. He’s under the stairwell by the abandoned classrooms and the gross bathroom. He’s not injured but his pain is flaring up. He was approached by a bully toward the end of lunch and he kinda broke down afterward.”

And now they’re walking. Briskly.

“Okay. Okay. He broke down?”

“I found him crying, and then I think he kinda had a panic attack over it, but I helped him calm down.”

“Thank you,” Link says firmly, and at first she wonders why, but then she understands. They’re close.

And at last they reach the boy in question, and Link is immediately crouched down and hugging him.

Taylor hums, and then Link is lifting him up in his arms, and Taylor is whining again, though it’s more babylike than before.

Erica picks up Taylor’s cane and passes it to Link. He takes it with a smile and a nod.

“Seepy…” Taylor mumbles.

“It’s okay, you can sleep,” Link coos.

“Mmmkay…”

Taylor shuts his eyes and curls further into Link’s chest.

“I take it you both are all good now?”

“Yeah, I can take it from here. Thanks again.”

“Of course.”

Erica goes home that day with the picture of Link holding Taylor like that lasting in her mind. She doesn’t know anyone she could be that vulnerable with.

It’s not like she really can be vulnerable. Not with her status. Not with her plans.

But Taylor was with her. Maybe it was because she was the only one there.

But it was something.

And she wonders if he’d ever be as receptive to her vulnerabilities…

That’s absurd.

She doesn’t have any.

And a regular day in the life of pretty and perfect Erica Drippins comes to an end once more.

#taylerica swiffins #<- ship name #taylor swift dndads #erica drippins #lincoln li-wilson dndads #swiftli #hurt/comfort #bullying #dndads #dungeons and daddies #cookies writes and cookies wrongs #cookies fix #swagever

[the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis]

saving jacob (pt. 9)

i am still rewriting new moon! if you're reading part nine of this series, you know the drill. enjoy!

(series masterpost) (prev. chapter)

if you'd asked bella yesterday what she thought a werewolf strategy meeting looks like—

actually, she has no idea what she would've said. she's sure, though, that it wouldn't have been this.

no one snaps to attention when sam announces they need to talk strategy. paul plucks a banana out of a bowl on the table and tips his chair back onto its legs. jared sighs, and reaches for his wallet, to start flicking crumpled bills toward embry's insistent grin.

sam himself doesn't follow up on the proclamation, just hops up to perch on the counter and takes a huge bite of muffin.

it's emily, squeezing sam's knee as she walks past toward the coffee machine, who speaks.

okay, she says, what changed?

sam, cheeks still bulging with muffin, waves the pastry at jacob.

he stiffens slightly—but he doesn't move from his spot on the wall next to bella, his arm still wrapped tight around her shoulders.

(her cheeks aren't burning, she tells herself, as all the eyes in the room shift towards them. they aren't. there's nothing to blush about—)

we found out what the bloodsucker wants, jacob says. it's hunting bella.

emily's lips press together. bella can't quite stop herself from wincing when the other girl's stare sweeps over her, sharp enough to cut—

she drops her own gaze to her feet. her socks don't match, she realizes dimly. and there's a hole fraying just above her left pinkie toe.

paul snorts. yeah, according to bella.

his voice doesn't tremble, the words mocking instead of the outright snarl of the morning. bella hears jaws snapping all the same.

paul... jared starts.

the other boy just raises his voice. i mean it! we're taking her word for this because, what, she hooked up with a completely different leech? who we've been told to trust has nothing to do with this one?

jacob's arm tightens around bella's shoulders. she wouldn't lie to us, paul. come on.

that doesn't mean she's right, he snaps, and bella can feel jacob stiffen and inhale even as embry mutters something about knocking it off for five fucking minutes guys—

she can also feel the back of her neck prickling. persistent, uncomfortable. she drags her eyes up, teeth gritted in preparation to meet more of emily's too-sharp scrutiny—

but the other girl is sipping coffee and frowning at paul, just like everyone else except...

sam.

he doesn't raise an eyebrow, when she meets his gaze. doesn't tilt his head. his fingers keep steadily folding the muffin wrapper into neat triangles. but his eyes...

edward killed her mate, bella blurts.

it cuts through paul's braying laugh, jared's soft groan. beside her, jacob pauses with teeth half-bared.

sam's lips quirk into a tiny smile. bella swallows, trying not to overthink that—but words are tangling on her tongue—

mate? jared asks. she swallows again.

yeah. james. he was...last spring he tried to. um. kill me. the cullens killed him instead, and i guess now victoria wants...wants...

she's in the ballet studio, fire searing her wrist, clawing ravenously toward her heart.

no. in the meadow.

victoria leans in, brushes her face with bruising fingertips. her hair falls around them until all bella can see is red, red, red, and she whispers—

if he feels even a fraction of what i did—

revenge? embry asks quietly.

it feels like too small of a word. bella nods anyway.

jacob's arm around her is almost tight enough to bruise, but she can't bring herself to be upset. without him, without the weight crushing her into this moment, she'd spin out entirely. lost in the panic, the pain—

it would explain the meadow, jared says.

feet whispering through dry brown grass, or is it just static in bella's ears, sweat seeps ice down her spine—

hm, paul grumbles. pauses.

the silent sky presses down, victoria doesn't move, doesn't even breathe, bella lets her eyes slip closed, lets her lips shape a name.

so we've got bait, jared says.

bella is not bait! jacob actually does let go of her at that, wrenching off the wall like he's about to lunge towards jared—who just shrugs.

you know what i meant.

cold scrapes down bella's neck, settles around her bare shoulders. she shudders.

but she's back in her body, back in now, heart hammering in her ears, tongue dry and cottony and still oddly sweet with the aftertaste of coffee.

sam isn't looking at her anymore, but there's something over-practiced, something studied, about how he stares at jacob and not at all at her.

what bella does is her choice, he says.

the base of bella's skull itches, a nagging feeling there's a hint here she's supposed to pick up. but she's still flattening her feet against cool wood floor and being shocked at every point of contact—

it's not actually her choice if she doesn't know all the details! jacob's voice rises uncomfortably sharp, shoulders climbing toward his ears as he whirls on sam.

the older boy doesn't waver. well please then, jacob, explain it to her.

bella can't see jacob's face, just the ripple of his hair as he juts his chin up defiantly--

and then slumps.

sam doesn't look satisfied, just profoundly exhausted, as jacob slouches back down onto the wall. that works too. bella?

she wrenches her gaze off jacob. (his eyes are locked on the floor anyway, arms crossed so tightly she can feel it like a lump in her own throat.)

what? she spits, surprised by how much venom she musters. one of sam's eyebrows twitches up.

this vampire. we've been chasing her off when we can, but she's fast.

that's one word for it, jared mutters. sam tips his head. at first bella thinks it's acknowledgment, but it must be permission too, because jared straightens, propping his elbows on the table and steepling fingers under his chin.

it's not just about fast, he continues.

his gaze finds bella, and she forces herself to meet that, too. (she's getting a little dizzy with the intensity in all these eyes--jared's are so black, even with the beam of sunlight slanting across them, that she can't make out pupils at all.)

she's a step ahead, always. we switch up patrol routes daily, but she still knows exactly when and where we're coming for her.

bella's throat is dry. pale hands flash in her mind's eye, clutching a pencil, puppeted across a sketchbook page--

she could have a...a gift, she says. like, superpowers.

oh, jacob says next to her, shit. mind-reading.

she's sure she's blushing now. jared's brow furrows, his eyes darting toward sam.

yeah. bella's neck crawls. she doesn't look at jacob. doesn't let herself think about secrets, about names. or um, another one of the, the cullens, she sees the future.

fuck! paul slams his chair fully back onto the ground. sam, can i quit now? the bloodsuckers see the future, i wanna quit.

sam doesn't even dignify that with a look, he and jared still locked in some wordless conversation.

it's embry, spinning a bracelet around his wrist, who glances up and offers bella half a smile. it's better to know, though.

she's not sure how much she believes him.

he's right, emily proclaims, shifting against the kitchen sink. her frown pulls her whole face sideways. it's not good news, but at least we know to plan for it now.

oh, paul grits, right. we plan for the leech seeing our every move.

i don't think she's... bella starts, then falters. she doesn't think—but she doesn't know either, does she?

enough.

sam isn't particularly loud, but there's something about his voice that slices through the room, razor-cuts the conversation into clean halves. silence settles.

this doesn't change anything, he says.

bella's half-expecting argument, watching paul grit his teeth. she half wants to start it herself. but sam's eyes sweep the assembled faces, and there's some steel in him that silences any of her objections.

i hear you all, but listen. jared--

yeah. the other boy straightens seamlessly. we're already counting on her slipping up and underestimating us, right? now we just keep in mind that she probably knows where we'll run into her. maybe we break into more groups so we're closer together, get backup quicker.

do you have the numbers for that? emily asks. jared shrugs--but it's embry who answers, soft, tracing the grain of the table with one finger.

we'll have quil any day now.

there's a moment of silence. a slight flinch out of the corner of bella's eye--sam.

with a stab of guilt, she remembers quil, walking alone down a rain-spattered road. abandoned by his friends, because they didn't want him in their world--

even without him, jared says, we can make it work if we shrink the boundaries.

how--oh. no! jacob spits.

it's not up to you. jared pins bella with a look. she's after you, right? so you stay in la push. we don't have to worry about forks anymore, and we get an ocean boundary.

bait, bella whispers, lips tingling.

not really. jared grins. it's crooked, devastating. now, if you felt like standing on a strategically-located cliff with some open wounds--

alright, sam sighs. slow down, jared. bella?

she looks over. that horribly condescending kindness is back, softening the edges of his eyes.

it's entirely your choice. if you want to stay in forks, we won't stop you. but we also can't pull protection from la push. she must have figured out by now that we're from here. i will not leave our families undefended.

bella thinks of renee's voice, shaky over telephone lines. sam's throat bobs as he collects himself.

if you're here, we know the area better, and we can move much more freely. she hasn't made it into town proper once. it's less likely she gets past us, and we're closer if she does.

beside her, jacob sighs quietly. sam ignores it, but his nostrils flare.

i'm not saying it's entirely risk-free. we can't make you any promises.

bella crosses her arms. (renee's fear is still crackling in her ears--it wasn't real then, but--)

what about charlie?

sam's eyebrows tick up a hair. a grudging respect filters into his gaze.

it's jacob who speaks. we can let my dad know. it's march madness, i'm sure between him and harry they can keep him down here most of the time.

alright. sam tips his head. bella?

she swallows. her left hand aches, frostbite and burn, deeper than the scar--down to the bone.

alright, she echoes.

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#saving jacob #is this original content? #team jacob #lord this one's plot-heavy. and very little jacob. but i had fun! #also. fun fact. if u consider the exponential increase in time btwn updates on this fic #the next update is due two years from now. so look forward to that? #jk #(or am i) #also. just so u all know. i am a paul lahote STAN #i think he's the reader-insert character we deserved #bella's fucking crazy. he's the most rational person in this entire series #he just wants to be mad abt the insanity & eat doritos! #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[harrrrrryyyy]

The Bartender’s Kinda Hot h.s. (Part 4)

Warning: smut, but what else would you expect from me, swearing

Word Count: 1,788

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The next few weeks left me confused and wondering what I did to make Harry just up and leave the way he did. I was under the impression that things were going great, then one mysterious phone call later, and he completely ghosts me. I wasn’t a stranger to being ghosted, but it struck a nerve when the person ghosting me was Harry. My eyes quickly snap open when I hear my phone ring, I hurriedly pick it up and answer it. “Hello?” I answer. “Hey, bitch!” Allie says excitedly, “lets go to the club!” I sigh, “Al, no I don’t wanna see Harry.” “Okay, first, fuck Harry. Second, since when the fuck do you care about this?” she points out. “Allie, I really fucking liked him, and he just disappears out of nowhere, so excuse me for wanting to avoid him. Obviously he doesn’t want to see me or he would’ve made an effort,” I explain. “y/n, you’ve been cooped up for weeks, come out with me and have fun. If we see Harry, we go to another spot in the club,” she pleads. I give in, “fine, let me get dressed.” I hop out of bed and hop in the shower, I quickly pick out a simple black dress with a v-cut neckline and a slit in the leg. I curl my hair and do a winged eyeliner. When I’m finally satisfied with the look, I text Allie and let her know that I’m on my way. Allie texts back and says she’s already in the club. I park my car and look up at the flashing lights as I make my way to the entrance of the club. “Haven’t seen you in a minute,” Reggie, the bouncer, says to me. “For a very good reason,” I reply dryly. He gives me a sad smile, “try to have fun.” I nod and walk into the club. I’m immediately hit in the face by the bass rattling the room. I look over to the bar, and the first thing I see is Harry’s green eyes staring right back at me. I quickly detach my eyes from him and make my way into the crowd of dancing bodies to find Allie. When I finally find her, she’s dancing with some random guy. “Hey!” she says as she hugs me. “I’ve been here for not even two minutes, and Harry’s already seen me,” I say slightly uncomfortable. She sighs, “forget about him and just have fun. Want me to go get you a drink?” I nod and she pats me on the shoulder before making her way to the bar. I watch Harry talk to her as she orders a drink off of her. She takes the drink from him and makes her way back over to me. “Harry wants you to go talk to him,” she rolls her eyes. I take the drink from her hand and chug it, “fuck that. I’m gonna go find a rando to dance with.” “Yes bitch, that’s the fucking spirit!” she yells. My eyes land on the first attractive person I see and I grab him and start grinding onto him. “Well, hello,” he says in the most adorable Irish accent, “I’m Niall!” “y/n,” I reply. I turn around and move my hips against him, looking up and making direct eye contact with Harry. I smirk and wink at him as I feel Niall’s hands grip onto my waist. He rolls his eyes at me and walks to the other end of the bar to wait on a customer. I pulled away from Niall, “it was nice meeting you, Niall.” I make my way over to the bar to order another drink. Harry immediately comes walking over to me, “what the fuck was that about?” “Actually, can you have Jared make my drink? He wouldn’t take my order and then not bother calling or texting after,” I say dryly. Harry sighs, “listen, I’m sorry. Something came up.” I cut him off, “I don’t really care. You could’ve told me you weren’t interested. Now can you please get Jared?” He nods and soon is replaced with Jared, “what can I get for you?” “Jaeger bomb, please,” I order. Jared hands me the shot and I quickly knock it back. I wince as it hits my throat, Harry’s are so much better. “Thanks, Jared,” I thanked him and paid for my tab before leaving the club. Too much Harry for one night, time to go home. “y/n, wait!” Harry calls after me. I turn around and cross my arms, “what do you want?” “It’s not because I’m not interested, I want to be with you more than anything,” he pleads. I roll my eyes, “definitely looks like it given that you ghosted me.” “I wasn’t trying to ghost you, so much has been happening and I just didn’t know what to say or how to tell you,” he says. He looks apologetic. “I just want you to be honest with me, Harry, I really thought you were different, I thought we had something,” I cry. He steps closer to me, “I am different, and we do have something. I’m sorry I was a coward, I’m sorry I just ran away, I was scared.” “Scared of what?” I ask. “Falling in love with you.” I'm in complete and utter shock at his words, “do you think I’m not scared? I don’t do feelings for a reason, and here you come, with your British accent and your beautiful smile, and your magical dick, and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before, and then you just leave, like I meant nothing.” He looks down at me and places his hands on my cheeks, “please give me a second chance, I promise it’ll be different.” I debated on it for a while but ultimately agreed, “of course.” He bends down and places his lips on mine. I deepen the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, “it’s you and me from now on, no more games.” I nod and he kisses my forehead, “just you and me.” He pulls away, “let’s go home.” He takes my hand and leads me to his car. I stare at the window watching the street lights go by as he rubs his thumb over my hand. The quiet lull of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers play over the stereo of the car, and I quietly sing along to it. “It’s alright if you love me, it’s alright if you don’t. I’m not afraid of you running away honey, I get the feeling you won’t,” I sing softly. “There is no sense in pretending, your eyes give you away. Something inside you is feeling like I do, we’ve said all there is to say,” Harry continues. He truly does have the voice of an angel. “Baby!” we shout together, “breakdown, go ahead and give it to me, breakdown, honey, take me through the night.” I look over at him with the biggest smile on my face, “breakdown, now I’m standing here, can you see? Breakdown, it’s alright.” “It’s alright!” he finishes. We laugh in unison as the song finishes up. “You definitely should be standing next to Stevie Nicks on stage,” I told him. He smiles and puts my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles. When we finally get into my apartment, I pull him into me and smash my lips against his. I led him up to my bedroom, our clothes flying off along the way. He lays me down on the bed and gently kisses me all over my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before nudging his head in between my thighs. I moan as he licks slowly at my clit. “Feels so good,” I moan while I tug on his hair. He pulls away slightly, “tell me what you want, baby.” “Want you to make me cum all over your face, H,” I tell him. “Can do, love.” He continues his attack on my clit, nibbling on it slightly before entering two of his fingers into me. “Like that?” he asks as he rubs my G spot perfectly. “Fuck!” I yell, “just like that, H.” He pulls his mouth away and continues rubbing his fingers over my spot.  He presses his left hand down on my stomach and curls his fingers. “Oh fuck!” I moan. “Cum for me, baby, please,” he begs. I feel my stomach tightening at his words. “Yes baby, give me it,” he groans. I quickly come undone all over his fingers. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers in and out of me slowly. “So fucking hot feeling you squeeze me like that,” he groans, “I’m gonna make love to you.” He climbs over top of me and lines himself up at my entrance before slowly pushing inside. “Missed this pussy so much,” he moans, keeping his slow pace, driving me absolutely crazy. “H,” I moan out, “I need you to go faster.” He tuts me, “so greedy, pretty girl. I try to push my hips up to meet him at a faster pace, but he pins them down before I can, “you’re going to take it how I give it to you.” “Harry,” I whine. “Nuh uh, if you’re gonna whine, I’ll stop,” he scolds as his hips meet mine again at the same achingly slow pace. “Please don’t,” I beg. “That’s what I fucking thought,” he says as he leans down to kiss me. I take his bottom lip in between my teeth as he pulls away. “So fucking naughty,” he moans as he snaps his hips against me harder, “since you wanna act like a little whore, I guess I’ll have to fuck you like one.” “Please, daddy,” I moan. He growls at my words and slams himself into me with new found force. He pins my arms above my head and intertwined our fingers. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep saying shit like that,” he huffs. “Sorry, daddy,” I say innocently. He groans again and snaps his hips back up to meet mine, “I’m gonna cum.” I move my hips to match his pace to get him there quicker, and before I know it, he releases himself inside of me. He quickly pulls out with a big huff. “That was fucked up,” he sighs. I gave him a confused look, “what?” “I was trying to make you feel good, but you go looking like that, call me daddy, and make me cum way faster than I wanted to,” he explains. “It was so good, daddy,” I joke. “You’re an ass,” he says before pecking my lips.

#Harry Styles #harry edward styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut

[harryforvogue]

Part One | Chapter Eight: To Ride a Bike

Bellefonte, Pennsylvania

June 1919

The house itself is so big, I find myself lost many times. If I'm not stranded in the middle of the Aunt Geraldine's husband returns in the morning, bowing his head down to me and hugging Harry tightly, slapping him on the back a few times. Jared is his name. He has startling dark eyes and hair just beginning to grey at the edges, a towering figure, and a firm handshake. He seems intimidating with the shadow across his face until he begins speaking, and the thick Irish accent comes through. Ashamed of my awful interpretation of his accent, I feel apologetic for ever getting angry at people being unable to understand mine.

Jared, however, doesn't mind my leaning into him to catch the words better while Harry speaks to him in a low tone. Instead, Jared smiles at me and puts a hand on my shoulder and says, "We're going to make their brains turn inside out, aren't we?"

The family has a routine. They wake up early, have breakfast, and then disband to do their own things. Then, we come back together for lunch. Jared shows Harry and I the library when we spend a few hours, wordlessly looking through the piles of books they've collected over the years. Then, we head out to the meadow to see all the animals.

I offer to help Aunt Geraldine in the kitchen, but she tells me kindly that she prefers to do the work all alone. She gives Harry the same answer, laughingly telling him that she's not that old yet.

Jared disappears for a bit, spending time with Grace in the garden until it's lunchtime and the two people with young souls return with dirty streaked across their face and the dog shaking mud off it's fur. Aunt Geraldine goes tight-lipped at the sight of dirt in her spotless foyer, but Jared kisses her and melts away the worry.

Jared sits down heavily and digs into lunch, pausing to wave his fork in the air.

"How's your mother?" he asks Harry after taking a sizable gulp of his water. "Still as stern as ever? I swear, Geraldine, that woman never knows when to rest. Bet you take on after her, Harry."

I want to supply him with the answer that his accusation is absolutely correct, that Harry is the stubbornest man anyone will meet and if he goes on anyone, it's his persistent mother. Harry, instead, shakes his head.

"She's doing well. She's staying with Thea to help with the baby."

Jared's eyes widen. "Right! The baby! How is she?"

"She's well. Er, both mother and daughter, I mean."

"Well, that's a relief. I'm pleased to hear they're both happy. How about your father?"

I stop, bread halfway to my mouth, to peer closely at Harry. His jaw tightens and his expression hardens, eyebrows pushing together. From my position across the table, I can tell he's uncomfortable, though it may not appear that way to Geraldine and Jared who haven't seen him in years. Harry's eyes drop back to his food as he says, "I'm not sure. I haven't spoken to him a while."

"Ah," Jared says, catching onto the tension in the air. "Well, that's unfortunate." Some audible chewing. "Well, Annaliese. Tell me about you."

With a start, I tell him the same thing I told his wife yesterday: where I'm from and how Harry and I got together. I speak excitedly about college and the job I hold now, New York, and the trip Harry and I are taking.

Aunt Geraldine pipes up, cutting Grace's chicken for her. "Oh a trip! That's exciting. Where are you going next?"

"I'm not sure. We're still figuring that out."

As the minutes go by, Harry starts relaxing, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and tucking his blazer away, eyes easing their intense stares. I feel his eyes on me as I speak, and when I glance at him, he looks away, caught. I swallow harshly and continue speaking, taking a few pauses to sip my wine.

"So," I conclude. "That's the plan. We want this summer to be good."

"Well," Jared says, fixing his belt under his belly. He scratches his beard lightly. "I wonder how I can help with that. How about we go into town today and I'll show you around?"

He's speaking to Harry only, but when he catches my gaze, he apologizes and says, "Boring business stuff. Just want to show him around town and meet the other men in trade, in case I can bully him into joining my business. It's a wonderful day. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested."

Stung by the odd rejection of my company, I smile tightly at Jared and shake my head. "I was thinking of exploring the town myself. If I went with you, we'd part ways regardless."

Jared nods and considers my proposition. "Right. Well, then we'd be happy to go with you. But dress comfortably. I have a lot to show for this one." He jostles Harry a bit. "We'll leave right after lunch. Perhaps little Grace would like to come too?" He glances at his niece and pinches her cheek as she excitedly nods. "What do you say, Harry?"

Harry looks uncomfortable, rolling his sleeves up slowly. "I'm not sure about that."

Jared laughs and shakes his head, pounding Harry on the back a few times to show his friendliness. "Oh, it won't be so bad. I'm sure Annaliese doesn't want you to just rot here at home. It's summer! Don't be an old man."

Harry throws me a look from across the table, tilting his head in half question. I take a small sip of my juice and then wipe my mouth politely. "Have fun, both of you. I'll be scouring the stores for some books."

Harry's shoulders sag in defeat, a look of betrayal on his face, his expression turning cold. However, he attempts a brave smile at his uncle and ducks his head with a nod, shrugging a shoulder. "Sure."

"Great!" Jared says, smacking Harry's shoulder roughly once more, causing my lips to pull into a smile. Harry returns to his food without another look at me. I lean down in my chair and gently poke his ankle with my shoe and resume eating. "After lunch then."

Harry doesn't say anything that confirms he's heard his uncle, simply moving his foot away from mine so I can't tap it again. I search his face for any signs of anger, but he's not one to get angry so I don't anticipate it. He's calmly eating his food, refusing to look at anyone. From across the table, I can see Aunt Geraldine watching us carefully, trying her hardest not to stare. What could the others be thinking, seeing a husband refuse to react with his wife. They can't think of it well. Definitely not Geraldine, but what about Jared.

I sneak a look at him. He's chugging his juice. Harry's lack of enthusiasm doesn't faze him. Turning back to my own food, I think Harry being with his family is for the best. He'll be in good hands, I remind myself. Jared has known Harry for much longer than I've known Harry. If Harry's meant to be with anyone right now, it's Jared.

"Aunt Geraldine," I speak up, too agitated by the tense silence. "Will you come with us?"

She frowns at me, her mouth curving down in a perfect half circle. "No, honey," she tells me remorsefully. "I've got plans with my friends." She winks at me. "It's not very common that I get a day to myself. Might as well use it for good."

***

Bellefonte's streets are mainly empty, save for the few families walking with their pets or children on this particularly hot summer day. Sundresses, sunglasses, and sandals surround me, my hat threatening to blow away with the hot breeze. After too many failed attempts at keeping it on my head, I tie it around my neck and continue walking slowly, taking in my surroundings. Since coming to America, I've explored far too little of the country I now call my home. Known for being quite adventurous, this is unlike me, therefore I take my time to study the architecture of the buildings.

A similarity between the usual medieval architecture of Europe and older foundations in suburban New York, Bellefonte feels familiar to me. Harry shows no indication on his face about his feelings towards this quaint town, his expression blank as he walks beside Jared. Grace skips besides me, talking to herself as children do. I listened to her conversation for a while before leaving her to create stories by herself.

Jared turns back at me and says, "The book stores and shops will be a little further. We're going to stop at the building." He points at a brown towering building with a sign of "Prints" in the doorway. I nod and try to pass Grace off to him, but Grace tightens her fingers around my hand and shakes her head.

"She loves books, so there's no chance she'll let this opportunity go. We'll meet you in two hours, yes?"

I nod, glancing down at the child. "What if I get lost?"

Jared grins. "Then it'll be fun. Call the house if you need some directions back home. Grace knows the way though, don't you?"

Grace bobs her little blonde head. "Yes."

"Good girl. We'll see you in two hours, right here in this square."

Harry lifts his head and sends me a look, nodding once to either tell me he'll be okay alone or that he trusts me not to wander off and get myself hurt. I take offense if it's the latter because I've proven myself to be perfectly capable of handling myself during the year he was away at war.

They begin to walk away and Grace and I cross the intersection to the other side of the square.

"Do you like books?" I ask her absentmindedly as she continues to skip besides me. Her yellow dress swirls around her as she hops, still humming indistinctly to herself. She looks up at me and nods excitedly.

"Mama buys me the ones with pictures because reading is hard."

I smile at her, stepping into the bookstore, holding the door open for her. "What kind of books?"

"The ones about dragons."

"Dragons?" I ask, impressed. "Wow! Why do you like dragons?"

"Because they like to fight." Grace runs in front of me to the children's section. I trail after her curiously, watching her plop herself down right on the floor and run her fingers on the spines of the books.

The sight of her pulling out books and studying them intently takes me by the collar of my shirt. Just an innocent child learning about the wonders of books and reading. A frown makes its way onto her face and settles there, showing no sign of leaving. She's not disappointed, I realize after I reach out to gently run a hand over her pigtails. That's just her concentrated face. I wish I could document this scene in front of me. Her hair moves back and forth over her shoulder as she sighs when she doesn't find the right book. I don't know much about Grace, but most children I've worked with have been frightened by strangers, whether they be the teachers in the hallways or a substitute teacher for a different class. Grace does not look worried or frightened, too engrossed in the world of books.

I leave her to it, walking to the adult section. Horror has been my go-to recently, though romance was the genre of my choice when Harry was away at war to remind myself that love did exist, even in the worst circumstances. This seems a laughable idea now that Harry's back and barely lifts an eyebrow in my direction. Defeated by his rejection, I fight to argue with the pessimist side of me that insists love is fleeting, even in a marriage like mine. Something that was once so perfect now in shambles.

I check the books quietly, making sure to keep an eye on Grace as I walk through the aisles. After a few minutes, I hear the distant patter of shoes running closer to me, until they stop and a hand touches my dress, gently yanking.

"Miss Annaliese?" Grace's voice breaks me out of my trance.

I raise my head and glance down at her. "Oui?"

She shyly bounces on the balls of her feet. "Can you help me find a book about dragons?"

My heart melts and for the first time since I left New York for this trip, I miss my students.

I nod, holding my hand out, walking towards the children's section once more.

"Of course, ma fleur. Let's find the dragon books."

***

Since we've wrapped up our adventure quicker than the men, I take Grace to a cafe and order us both some cake, chocolate for her and strawberry custard for me. She swings her legs under the table, occasionally knocking her feet against my knees, chocolate smeared over her face. She licks her spoon clean after every bite before hungrily going for another. I watch with such fascination.

I've had plenty of interaction with children, having worked with them for over a year, but I've yet to make a personal connection with any of them as they're not related to me or like to speak to their French teacher about things that bother them. They'll come to my desk and frustratedly ask me for help with verbs and conjugation, but rarely do they ever sit down and lament to me about how they don't have friends or how their parents won't stop arguing over dinner. Children are quite fascinating to me. I'd like to know more about them, so I decide to delve into getting to know the child in front of me, smiling at her when she finishes her cake.

"Want mine?" I ask her, pushing my plate towards her.

She looks at my cake with hunger, but then shakes her head. "I'm allergic to strawberries."

Impressed, I raise my brows. "Wow. That's a big word."

Grace gives me a grin, licking her spoon clean messily. "Jared taught me. He says to tell people that I'm allergic whenever they have strawberries."

"I see. Well, would you like more chocolate cake?"

Grace eagerly nods and I tell her to sit tight while I go and order her another slice. When I sit back down, she kindly thanks me and swings her legs in anticipation again.

"How old are you, Grace?"

She holds up six fingers.

"You're a big girl. What do you like to do?"

She accidentally hits my knee under the table. "I read with Dina and I pull flowers with Jared. Sometimes he'll let me ride my bike, but not yet."

"Dina?"

"Geraldine!"

"Oh right. Why doesn't your uncle let you?"

"Because he's busy." Then, she tilts her head and peers at me curiously. "Do you know how to?"

"Ride a bike?" I laugh, pressing my chin to my palm. "Yes, actually. I know how to ride a bike. I taught myself."

"Did you fall? I fall a lot."

"Yes," I muse, smiling. "I did fall a lot, but then I got back up and continued practicing. Practice makes it perfect, you know?"

"Yes," Grace says thoughtfully. "That's what Jared says."

The cake is delivered as she finishes her sentence, and she delves in immediately, sagging her shoulders with relief. "I like chocolate," she says with a slight blush.

I eat a bit of my own cake, sighing softly. It's been a while since I've indulged in sweets like this.

***

Grace and I spend the rest of the evening outside. She takes me to the hill behind the house where she says she likes to roll down on, so I supervise her as she lays on her side and she rolls down, shrieking with laughter. I sit with my knees drawn to my chest, watching her be a child.

"You do it too!" she tells me.

"Alright," I say, laying down on the soft grass. "Like this?"

"Yes! Now roll!"

I laugh and let myself go, rolling down the hill quickly, feeling my hair stick to the grass and then to my face. When I reach the bottom of the hill, my dress is all green. Grace joins me, laughing, plucking grass out of my hair.

Harry and Jared arrive a few moments later. Alarmed that I missed the time, I apologize to Jared, but he just smiles and waves a dismissive hand.

"I knew you'd be here," he says. "This is Grace's favorite spot. Her aunt will be here in a bit. Looks like you guys were having fun."

Harry lowers himself beside me, drawing his legs up to his chest too, tucking his chin on his arms, watching Grace with me silently. When Geraldine arrives, Jared and Grace run to greet her and I can hear them happily laughing and yelling. Harry doesn't say anything. Not even a greeting.

The sun is orange today, slowly slipping down below the horizon line behind the trees. In the distance, I see Jared and Geraldine holding each other, an arm around each other's waist as they walk through the field, talking distinctly about something that makes Geraldine throw her head back and laugh a few times. Grace is rolling down the hill again.

I bite. "How was your trip?"

"Good," Harry says. "You have grass on your face."

I swipe at it. "What did you guys do?"

"He just showed me around town. Introduced me to people."

"Anyone interesting?"

Harry used to have a knack for storytelling. He could go into depth about anyone, even people he'd met for a mere half an hour, speculating about their lives and making up gossip, that I know to be untrue, for the sake of laughter.

I half expect that response from him, waiting for him to open his mouth and talk about the people he's met, but he replies with a shake of his head. "No."

I turn my head towards him, laying my cheek against his arm. Soft curls fall into his eyes, his distant cold ones that gaze absentmindedly at the child with no hint of emotion in them. He's completely blank, a white canvas that I can't paint on or read or mold to my liking. He's just existing. Next to me. I can touch him, smell him, talk to him, but I can't figure out for the life of me who he is.

Cautiously I raise a hand and shakily tuck some hair behind his ear. It's a fond gesture that would normally cause him to turn to look at me, grab my palm, and nuzzle into my hand. I can't begin to count how many times I've gazed at him and fixed his hair for him.

Harry blinks and side eyes me, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly, tilting his head away a fraction.

"Je t'aime mon cœur," I whisper, running my finger tips over his smooth skin. He twitches under my touch and pulls away as if repulsed.

The sun is beginning to set. Harry doesn't answer. A few minutes pass and he stands up, brushing grass off of him. "Let's go back inside. It's getting cold."

The sun is hurting my eyes. I look away and see orange behind my eyelids.

"Come on, Annaliese," Harry says impatiently.

When he receives no reply, he repeats firmly, "Annaliese, I'm not waiting for you. Let's go." And then he turns and leaves.

[heejayy]

Jared C. || Two morons

Warning • light swearing

Genres • fluff, crack

Pairing • Jared x Black reader

You and Jared decided to make a little treat for Emily and the pack since she’s always cooking for everyone, but it wasn’t going as well as you hoped.

“Ok” you sighed pacing the kitchen as you scrolled on your phone “it says to pour a half a cup of sugar” you instructed, but Jared stared at you with the most blank idiotic stare then proceeded to pour whatever amount of sugar he wanted and say ‘done’ with a cheerful smile.

“Jared you know damn well that was too much!” You scolded him fighting back a smile. He shrugged and continued picking up the next ingredient.

“Anyways next is a half a teaspoon of baking powder- JARED! That’s too much again!” He made an ‘oops’ face then shrugged once more.

“Oh well they’ll be fine” he reassured.

“Whatever but I’m not eating this batch” you gave up and exited out of the website you found the recipe on. You turn around to take off your apron when you feel a smack on your sting on your butt.

“OW what- jared, that fuckin’ hurt!” you whined craning your body to look at the back of your leggings, it was a huge flour print of his hand. You groaned stifling to wipe it off.

“You think you’re sooo funny” he taunted you further with letting out an evil laugh throwing his head back.

While he was laughing you took a handful of flour and smacked him with it causing the flour to go all over his hair and Emily’s kitchen. Now it was your turn to laugh, you let out the most loudest laugh you could muster, was it that funny? No, but you wanted to piss him off.

“Oh you found that funny? Ok…” he grabbed an egg and smashed it on top of your head.

“My hair! Oh you little- ok that’s how you wanna play?” you smirked reaching for the mixing spoon that still had batter on it. You flung it at him and immediately ran. Due to his enhanced reflexes you didn’t get too far away from him, he caught you just in time. He snatched back by your hips and threw you over his shoulder running around the house, spinning you around, and threatening to drop you only if you don’t apologize.

“Why should I- ahh” you scream as he nearly dropped you again “why shouldn’t you?!”

You giggled loudly again as he dropped you on the couch. He straddled you holding your hands above your head. “What should I do with you?” He grinned leaning down to tease to with a kiss, but before your lips connected he instantly pulled away.

“Uh oh we’re fucked” you opened your eyes confused and slightly annoyed that the moment was ruined.

“What are you talking about?” That’s when you heard a bunch of boyish laughing and chatting coming from outside. You both scrambled off the couch running for the kitchen so you could at least try to make it look decent.

“Ok ok um throw this, this, and this away” you piled a bunch of stuff into Jared arms and he ran for the trash bin.

“Ok wipe the counter-“

“Caught ya!” You jumped at the sudden outburst slowly turning around towards the front door “nah just kidding what are you two love bird doi- oh shit!” Embry stopped in his tracks with his hands slapped over his mouth.

“Y’all are so dead!” He doubled over in laughter as the rest of the pack flooded in.

“We- I-“ You stumbled on your words trying to find an explanation. Sam and Emily finally walked in, you watched the smiles fall off their faces when they saw their destroyed kitchen.

Sam looked at you, Jared then back to you. He took a deep breath before speaking “clean it, now!” you nodded and you and Jared both jumped into action.

“We-“ Sam cut him off with a stern look “right cleaning.”

You were on your hands and knees wearing an annoyed frown scrubbing the dried batter off the floor. “This is all your fault asshole” Jared rolled his eyes at you as he scrubbed the counter “Whatever you did it too.”

#twilight #twilight imagine #Jared x black reader #twilight x black reader #jared cameron x reader #x black!reader #quileute wolf pack imagines

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

22nd Day of Christmas

Lonely Christmas Invite

Summary/Prompt: The reader is set to spend Christmas alone in an unfamiliar city until they get an unexpected invitation

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: implied smut

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You’re the new guest star, playing a recurring role as an angel trying to con the Winchester brothers, on the newest season of Supernatural. You’re loving everything about the role, except that Christmas is fast approaching and you’re miles from your family. This is your first big, international role. There was no way you could turn it down, even if it meant you would be stranded in Canada, on the other side of the world from your family at Christmas. So, you jumped on the plane and never looked back.

You’re grateful that all the cast and crew are so friendly and welcoming, especially the sexy lead. You and Jensen have been working together closely since day one as his character has been the main focus of your character. But you also started hanging out a little more unprofessionally offset. You never meant for it to happen, but you’re glad it did. It all started with a few welcome-to-the-cast drinks, but once everyone else went home for the night you somehow ended up back at his apartment and in his bed. You both swore that no one could know. You’re not overly proud to say (despite how amazing it’s been) that you’ve spent more than a few nights in his apartment throughout the season. You always remind yourself that it’s just a fling, but either way, it’s a great distraction from the loneliness.

After a long, draining day of filming, Bob Singer finally calls cut. You stretch out your tired limbs and stow your character as you head back to your trailer to change and clean off your SFX makeup. Shortly after you’re back to your own attire and feel clean again instead of stiff and sticky from the fake blood, you hear a soft knock.

“Come in!” you call out.

You hear the trailer door creak open and Jensen slips inside. “Any plans tonight, Sexy?”

You hush him as you pull him into a hug. “You can’t say that here. We’ll get in trouble for being unprofessional. I’m only a guest star they can write me out whenever they want.”

“Jared married a guest star. It’s different here, that’s what I keep telling you. We could go fully official and no one would complain.”

“Still…You’re the lead, you’ll be fine. The show can’t go on without you, but me…No one would notice if I was gone.”

“I would.”

“Yeah, you’d miss the mindblowing sex.”

“That I would. But I’d also just miss you. But speaking of mindblowing sex…”

“You’re unbelievable. I’ll meet you back at your place in an hour?”

“I was actually thinking we could get dinner first? Let me take you on a proper date, please.”

“Not yet. I want to establish myself first. I don’t want people to think I’m just sleeping with you to get famous or anything. I want to get on the front of a magazine for who I am, not who I’m sleeping with.”

“Fine. Let me at least cook for you then.”

“That I can do. I’ll meet you over there.”

“Good.” He kisses you quickly before pulling away and sneaking out of your trailer.

You take a deep breath as you lean against the closed door. You wait a while before you pack up and head home. You shower quickly and change into a comfy outfit, you also pack a quick overnight bag since you figure you won’t be coming home tonight. You then head over to his apartment. Your stomach growls on the drive over and you couldn’t be more thankful that he’s cooking.

You knock on his door and wait. After a few minutes he opens the door. “Hey…” he looks you up and down with a small frown. You notice he’s dressed in a nice button up and jeans with his hair brushed back. “Well, I feel overdressed…”

“Sorry, I didn’t…I thought I was coming over for a relaxed meal and hot sex, not a formal date.”

He nods but can’t hide his disappointment. “Right. Uh, yeah. Yep. Uh, come in.”

“I can go home and change again…”

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Come in. It’s okay. Dinner’s almost ready.” He disappears into the kitchen and you’re riddled with guilt.

“I’ll be right back, I just left my phone in the car,” you call out as you open his front door again. You desperately hope you left a dress in the car from one of your other sleepovers where you’ve gone straight to set after. You check your back seats and then the trunk. In an old shopping bag you find a simple black dress and a pair of heels. Sure he’s probably seen and stripped you out of this dress before and this time you unfortunately won’t have matching sexy lingerie underneath but it’ll have to do. You take the bag upstairs to his apartment and slip inside and into his bathroom as quietly as possible. You strip out of your sweater and jeans and into the black dress and heels. Then you let your hair out and run your hands through it a few times to liven it up. You’re still missing the makeup but you think you did well considering.

You come out just as Jensen is finishing to set the table. When he turns around he checks you out. “How did you?”

“A woman is always prepared. This better?”

“I’d take you however you come, but yes it does feel more like a date now. But I need to know before this goes too much further, because I’m falling too hard and too fast…Is this just meaningless sex to you?”

“I thought it was,” you say. “But now I’m not so sure. Things are moving faster and differently than I expected. I just don’t know. You’ll be going home to visit your family soon and I’ll just be waiting until the next callback or audition.”

“How about we start with dinner and just keep seeing where this goes then? No pressure, no labels. Just fun and following the tide.”

“I like the sound of that. Thank you.”

“Come on, it’ll go cold.” You both sit down and share the delicious home cooked meal.

As you’re eating Jensen says, “I haven’t decided by the way…”

“Have decided what?”

“Whether I’m going home for Christmas. My parents are traveling, enjoying their golden years and my siblings are doing their own thing. I’m on my own for Christmas too.” You nod as you take another bite considering what he said. “Would you like to spend Christmas with me Y/N? We can hang out here or I can take you to see Texas. You said you haven’t seen much of the USA yet.”

“But the paparazzi…”

“We don’t have to leave this apartment if you don’t want to.”

“Go with the flow, remember. You make your own plans and I’ll fit in where I can. You shouldn’t have to hide inside because of my fears.”

“Just come over for Christmas dinner then. The rest we can work out as it comes, but let me have that to plan.”

“Alright. You’d better make it delicious then.”

“Did I let you down tonight?”

“Not at all. This is delicious. You’re an amazing cook.”

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to let you down.”

After dinner you help him with the dishes and then you both sit on the couch and watch some trash reality TV until your eyelids grow heavy. But instead of falling into bed with him, you insist on driving home.

#jensen x y/n #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles fluff #jensen x reader #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles fic #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x reader

[whiskeybeforesunset]

Homecoming Part 4 | Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Synopsis: According to Steve Harrington “only losers don’t go to Homecoming.” This multi-part fic followed the reader through different experiences of the night. After parties are supposed to be fun right?

Warnings: Underage drinking, insecurity, internalized homophobia, reader bonks his head, making out, people in bathing suits?, unrequited love but not with Steve I promise I was nice this time guys, happy ending

Author’s note: Can you tell I didn’t go to a lot of parties in high school? I know this final part took forever to get out. Also I know there’s some inconsistencies in the story, hopefully they aren’t too jaring lol. I don’t know if I like the ending, but I think that’s mostly just due to me not being used to writing happy endings so it feels off.

Previous Chapter

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You’re once again sitting in the back of Steve’s car. Words cannot describe just how little you want to attend this party. Jesus, why did you agree to do this whole night in the first place? Your eyes flick up to Steve in the driver's seat. His suit is still on, but he certainly has the whole ‘post dance’ look down. His tie is loosened and the top buttons of his dress shirt are undone. His hair is messier than the last time you saw it, and his lips are tinted with Tina’s lipstick. 

You take a deep breath before looking out the window. It’s only a few more hours, you tell yourself. Plus, there’ll be beer, that should help. Yes, alcohol is something you need right now. 

…

“You good?” Steve asked while handing you your swim trunks. You were hesitant about a pool party at first, but the way in which your dress shirt has stiffly dried makes you grateful for the opportunity to change.

“Yeah, why?” Liar. Steve looks at your face, trying to read your expression.

“Uh, you kinda ran out of the gym real quick at the dance. And when you got in the car… I just thought I’d check in on you.” You feel your face flush as he speaks.

“Oh, that?” You say quietly. He responds with a short nod.

“Well,” you pause, struggling to think of an explanation.

“Look, don’t worry about it man,” he cuts you off. “Whatever it was, it’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. I’ll just head down so you can change.” He turns to leave the room. 

“Steve, wait I-” you're not even sure what you were going to say, but when he turns around the words fall flat on your tongue. 

“I... was wondering where the bathroom was?” Wow, nice save. Your rate of speech slows throughout your lame excuse like a robot shutting down.

“Down the hall, to the left… where it always is.” He says. You give an awkward laugh.

“Right, ok thanks.” He gives you a confused look before closing the door behind him. 

…

There’s a lot more people than you expected. While you had been changing at least 20 more arrived. You can see groups of teens scattered around Steve’s backyard, mostly in the pool, but there were clusters conversing or trying to get a game of beer pong started up. 

The pavement below felt abrasive. The dampness created by people coming in and out of the pool felt clammy against your dry feet. In that moment you became hyper-aware of your state of dress, the simple shorts leaving you feeling exposed. Are people making side glances at you? Wondering how on Earth you manage to get invited to this party? Or maybe they thought you snuck in like some kind of creepy, why would Steve Harrington want to hang out wi-

“Here, drink.” Tommy pulls you out of your thoughts by handing you a red solo cup filled with what you can only assume is beer. 

“I uh-” you go to reject his offer, but upon examining your surroundings you notice almost everyone has a cup in hand. Plus, it’s not as though you're opposed to numbing yourself for the rest of this night. Instead of finishing your sentence, you take the cup and give a nod of acknowledgement.

“Come on, it’s a party.” Tommy says gesturing to the space around him. “Get in the pool, loosen up a little.” As always, you can’t help but find something off about his… friendly expression. Regardless you make your way over and hope for the best. 

…

It’s just a bunch of drunk teenagers in a swimming pool, what’s the worst that could happen? Well, chicken fighting, apparently. 

You’re not sure what started it, and you're not sure how you were convinced to join in, but regardless there you stood with Nicole on your shoulders. It was actually kind of fun, you were doing pretty well and making your way up the ranks, now facing… Tommy and Carol. 

If you were a little more sober, you may have realized how screwed you were in this battle, but Nicole’s cheers of joy at your triumphant win last round spurred you on. 

Tommy took out your legs pretty quickly, and your drunken state left you in no shape to remain upright. Unfortunately, Nicole pushed down on your shoulder in an attempt to keep herself above water, leading you to bump your head on the bottom of the pool.

You can hear loud cheers through the dimly lit water. The only thing hinting your disoriented figure as to which direction you were facing was the colosseum-like barrier of legs surrounding the chicken fighting ring. It’s peaceful down here. The crowd seems much less intimidating when all you can see is their meandering bottom halves. Maybe you’ll just stay here for a bit, enjoy the peace. 

Or maybe not.

A flurry of bubbles appears around you and you feel two arms wrap around your torso pulling you to the surface. Steve’s arms tighten when you try to push him away, not letting go till he had dragged you to the less populated shallow end of the pool. Thankfully people were distracted and didn’t notice the incredibly embarrassing rescue.

“Let me go ‘m fine.” You say sharply, finally separating from him.

“You were sitting under water and not moving for nearly two minutes.” Steve responds flatly.

“I wasn’t drowning Steve, I was just…” You pause, not really sure how to describe what happened.

“Yeah, you seem totally fine.” Steve said sarcastically. His eyebrows were drawn together.

“Whatever.” You scoff. He goes to reach for you but you have already made your way out of the pool.

“I need another drink.” You tell yourself.

…

This is fun. You're fun.

This is going great. You repeat in your head as you make your way to an unoccupied room in the basement. It was dark, the only light coming in through a small window near the ceiling. Plopping down on a couch you giggle when you bounce a bit.

“Hey.” You look up to see Nicole standing in the doorway. She’s in her swimsuit and her hair is still wet.

“Nicooooleeee.” You extend the latter vowels of her name far longer than necessary. She laughs and makes her way over to you.

“I’m glad to see you’re having some fun. I was kind of worried. Earlier tonight, I mean.” You frown slightly as she says this. 

“Yeah, I guess I just had to loosen up a bit.” You say wiggling shoulders. She laughs and moves closer so that your knees are touching. You tense slightly but she doesn’t seem to notice.

“Y’know I’m really glad you asked me to the dance.” Nicole said, looking at you through her eyelashes. 

“Oh?” You respond nervously.

“Yeah, I know we don’t really talk all that much but I’ve always thought you were really cute.” She blushes looking down.

“Oh, thanks.” You say, she looks up at you expectantly. “Your hair is, um, really pretty.” What? Is that even something guys are supposed to notice? 

“Thanks, that’s really sweet.” Nicole laughs. You two sit there looking at each other for a while before she leans in and kisses you. You don’t move or kiss her back. 

After realizing your lack of reciprocation, she quickly turns her back towards you. The calming dimness of the room suddenly feels all consuming, and the once sought after quiet allows Nicole's cries to be fully heard.. Your stomach is in knots. You can see her pale shoulders shake with her sobs in the moonlight coming through the window.

“Nicole I-” You start to say.

“No.” She says shortly. “I don’t understand I- I spend all night trying my best to be pretty, and act how girls are supposed to. I just wanted tonight to go right. I just wanted you to like me.” Tears continue to flow down her face and she speaks. “Why… why would you ask me to the dance if you knew you…” She takes a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm herself down and level her speech, causing a series of sobs to come out instead.

She knows. Fuck she knows. You should have just kissed her back. Hell, you should have just married her if she wanted. Anything would be better than her knowing, than anyone knowing. 

“Why would you ask me if you knew you liked another girl?” She finishes her sentence, looking up at you with a very similar complexion to the one you had in the bathroom earlier in the night.

“Nicole, I-” You go to deny her claim, but realize that this is probably your best way out of this. 

“You’re right. I’m still not over my ex. It was selfish of me to ask you out tonight, I’m sorry.” She sniffs and turns to face the wall opposite of the couch, nodding while processing the information. She wipes her tears before standing up and leaving the room.

Shit. Once Nicole leaves you lean back and fully lay down. You’ll give her a better apology on Monday, you tell yourself. But who are you kidding? You never talked to Nicole before, and you doubt she will ever want to speak to you again after tonight. You feel goosebumps form on your arms, the warm buzz of the alcohol was wearing off. Maybe getting into dry clothes and heading home is the best move right now. 

You miraculously make your way up two sets of stairs and back into Steve’s bedroom. You silently thank the universe that it’s unoccupied and begin changing back into your clothes. You were able to get your pants on and most of the buttons done up on your shirt before Steve came in.

“Ah there you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you and- wait are you leaving?” Steve asks, stepping in and closing the door behind him,

“Yeah.” You say quietly, not bothering to look up at him. If you had, you would have seen the concerned look on his face. He felt bad, he shouldn’t have pressured you into doing all this tonight.

“What happened? Tommy said he saw you at the keg earlier and you were having fun?” Steve said. You grimace at the mention of Tommy’s name.

“I-” You pause. Dramatically groaning you lie down sideways on Steve’s bed. 

“Wow. That bad huh?” Steve makes his way over to his bed too, lying down next to you. Albeit a bit less dramatically.

“No, well yes? God, I’m such a dick.” You relay the events that occured while remaining on your back, Steve was on his side turned to you intently listening. 

“Yeah, that is bad.” He said plainly.

“Thanks, I feel so much better.” You respond sarcastically, you finally turn to him. It’s not as though it’s the first time you two had laid in his bed at the same time. There was just usually daylight and text books involved. 

“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have made you come tonight.” Steve said quietly. When you look at him from across the bed, you know you can’t go on like this. You wish you could just ignore your feelings and be able to keep Steve in your life as a friend, but after tonight you know that’s not possible.

“It's okay, I know you were just trying to include me. I just-” you pause to make sure the words come across right. “I like tutoring you but-”

“Aha! So you admit it!” Steve interrupts.

“I’m being serious,” you frown. “I think it might be better if we don’t hang out outside of that.” Steve’s face falls at your words. 

“Okay, I guess I can respect that if that’s what you really want.” He looks at you with those damn puppy dog eyes. 

“I don’t know what I want.” You say, although Steve had no idea the deeper meaning behind your words. 

“How about this, right now we get that shirt buttoned up properly. You can go home, sober up, get some rest, and then we can talk about it.” You looked down and noticed you were two buttons off. Damn.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” You sigh sitting up. 

Steve turns to you and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You try your best to keep your thoughts at bay but can’t help but blush. Once he moves back up to refasten them you laugh.

“What?” he says asmmused.

“In all the fantasies I’ve had about you taking my shirt off, none of them have involved you putting it back on immediately after.” You laugh again before looking up at him. He is not laughing, in fact he has a very serious look on his face. Your face falls as you realize what you just said. Steve’s hands still rest at the collar of your shirt, unmoving. 

“Steve, I-” You go to explain yourself but before you can, his lips find yours. His hands move from your shirt collar and onto your face as he tilts his head for a better angle. 

Unlike with Nicole, you quickly respond to Steve’s actions. Your own hands finding his sides as he turns your bodies so he’s on top of you. You move your hands up his back and onto his shoulders, pressing his body further into yours. His bare chest touches yours, dress shirt now loosely hanging on your body. 

“Stevie, where are you?” Tina’s muffled voice calls from the stairwell. Immediately you separate, looking at each other with panicked eyes.

“I’ll be down in a sec Tina.” Steve calls out unmoving. She seems satisfied at this and makes her way back down the stairs. Fuck, Tina. Steve likes Tina. Steve kissed Tina, but Steve also kissed you. Oh my god you just kissed Steve. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to keep it a secret. Steve seemed to notice your brains working in overdrive as he said:

“So… we should talk about… that…” He said. He held both his hands out as if to give a peaceful gesture, but you had already begun buttoning your shirt back up.

“No, no. This didn’t happen. This can’t have happened.” You say, slipping your shoes on and grabbing your jacket. You leave his bedroom and Steve quickly follows.

“Hey, come on.” Steve calls as he chases you through the house. You exit through the back door, hoping to lose him in the crowd surrounding the pool. However, he grabs your wrist before you can make it to the gate.

“Stop.” Steve pleads as he says your name. Unlike the last time you two were arguing, you had caught the attention of the party and all eyes were on you.

“No, Steve. I’m going home.” You say, stepping back in an attempt to distance yourself. Your feet however do not find solid ground behind you, but instead step off the ledge leading into the pool.

After plunging to the bottom you make your way to the surface of the pool, wadding in your now waterlogged clothes. You look up to see Steve with a very distressed look on his face. He holds his hand out to you, eyes silently pleading for you to accept it. You may have been drunk, but you weren’t willing to embarrass yourself any further by failing to get out of a pool by yourself in wet clothes.

As soon as you get out you continue your path toward the gate. Steve doesn’t follow this time.

…

Crickets chirp as you make your way back home. It’s pitch black out, around 3 AM if you had to guess. Your soaked shirt clings to your skin like gum on a shoe; it isn’t doing you any favors in the late September weather. Your mind wanders to tonight's events. ‘Photos, dinner, the dance, and then the after party’ was what Steve told you. Oh god Steve. You realize one of your only friendships just got significantly more complicated, if not completely destroyed. God your head hurts.

“How did things turn out like this?” You mumble to yourself, running a hand lazily across your face. 

The drinking, you conclude. Probably the drinking. 

You’re thankful your parents are out of town as your now ruined dress shoes squeak your way through the front door. Abandoning your clothes in the entryway to be dealt with tomorrow, you take a hot shower before collapsing into bed. Sleep comes quickly.

…

You groan and move your hand to block the rays of sunlight entering through your window. As you sit up a pulsing headache brings back memories of the night before. Fuck. Glancing at your alarm clock you can see it’s already past noon. You slowly make your way out of bed and into the kitchen. Digging through a drawer you manage to find some tylenol and down it with a glass of water. You lay your head down on the cold granite countertops, begging for the ground to open and swallow you whole. 

A loud knocking causes you to open your eyes again. It’s probably just Mr. Davis, your neighbor, asking if you can mow his lawn again. You wait for it to go away, but it doesn't stop. You begrudgingly make your way over to the front door, doing your best to straighten the lounge wear you have on so it’s somewhat presentable. To your surprise Steve is standing on the other side of the door when you open it. 

“Can I, uh, come in?” He asks. You stand there for a minute, mouth agape and eyes wide staring at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” He says, carefully stepping around you and into your home. Closing the door behind him, you both idle awkwardly in the entryway. 

“So I’m here to talk about… it.” Steve says.

“Which it?” You respond, trying your best to make light out of the situation.

“I guess whichever one you're willing to talk about?” He says apprehensively, hand moving behind his neck. You sigh before making your way into your living room, this felt like a ‘you should sit down for this’ kind of conversation. Steve follows and sits on your couch next to you. 

The two of you sit in silence, staring at an abstract painting that hung on the opposite wall.

““I’m sorry, I know I crossed a line last night and I made you uncomfortable. If you don’t want to hang out with me, or even tutor me I understand. It was stupid and I was drunk and-” Steve finally says.

“Wait, what?” You respond. Turning your head to look at him. “Steve, I want us to keep hanging out, and us… kissing last night isn’t the problem. I mean it is, but it isn’t? Look, this,” you motion between the two of you “whatever it is, can’t be healthy if I have to ignore… things for it to function. If it’s like you said, and it was just a stupid drunk thing for you, then I don’t really see a way that us hanging out makes sense.” 

“Was it… not a stupid drunk thing for you?” Steve asks quietly. Looking up at him, you realize how surreal this conversation feels. After last night, you just assumed you wouldn’t be talking to anyone who attended the party ever again. Yet here you are, on your living room couch with Steve Harrington asking you a very loaded question.

“No, it wasn’t.” You say, studying his face for a reaction.

“I am incredibly confused right now.” Steve states plainly. “But… I know that what I feel for you wasn’t just a last night thing. I’ve actually felt this way for a while now.”

“You have?” You ask shocked.

“Yeah,” Steve responds sheepishly. “I mean it was hard to recognize it at first, you're a guy obviously so that was… new. I tried to just ignore it and focus on the girls I was seeing but there was always this little part of my brain that said there was a chance you liked me too since you never really date anyone. I thought if I got you a girlfriend, then maybe that part of my brain would shut up.”

“Hence the insistence of me going to the dance.” You say.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I guess it all sounds pretty stupid now.”

“You’re right.” You say taking his hands in your own. “I think we’ve both been pretty stupid.”

The future of your relationship may be unclear, but as you lean in to kiss him, hands intertwined making silent promises to each other, you feel safe knowing that Steve is navigating it with you.

#steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x m!reader #Steve Harrington x male!reader #Steve Harrington x male reader #Steve Harrington x masc!reader #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x you #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fic #Stranger things fan fic #Steve Harrington Fan Fiction #Male reader #male yn #x male reader

[moosekateer13]

Chapter 3: Can I See You?

2  months  later

Walker Set

Y/N's P.O.V

Jared and I have been casually dating since that night. Not ready to put a label on it yet. We are waiting to see where it goes. We are not in a hurry.

I go to find Jared in his trailer. He's fast asleep. The sound of my footsteps startles him. He instantly wakes up. His face is bright red. 

Hmm, I wonder what he was dreaming about before he woke up.

Jared runs off to shower without saying a word.

Jared's P.O.V

God that dream felt so real. I can almost taste her on my tongue. Then she just shows up. I shouldn't have run off, but I really needed that cold shower. 

My mind wanders off to that dream

I tear her dress and the rest of the clothes to pieces since she's done the same to my shirt.

"I know we said I wanted to wait but I can't anymore." She mumbled against my lips.

Me neither. 

Filling her in one go. Y/N and I have lost how many orgasms we've had and how much time has gone by. We take turns changing positions. Not caring that we are fucking against the wall inside my trailer. Which is also unlocked.

My cum washed down the drain along with the suds. I should apologize to her for taking off without a word. I hope she doesn't hate me for running off on her.

Y/N's P.O.V

Jared finally returns after his abrupt shower. He's in nothing but a towel.

Jared's face slightly flushed at the realization I've been waiting for him

 Then it dawns on me why he left. He needed a cold shower.

He starts to remove his towel forgetting I'm there again

"I'll give you some privacy.”  I said as I carefully stepped outside of his trailer. 

It's not that I don't want to be more intimate with Jared but we haven't even labeled things yet. I prefer to not rush into things now. Having Emery taught me the meaning of patience before she was born. I used to jump into things.

Jared spins me around with a worried look in his multi-spectrum hazel eyes. He's thinking he messed things up already.

I reach up and gently touch his face.

Silently reassuring him he didn't. Jared leans into my touch. A look of relief spreads across his face.  

Our moment gets interrupted by Jensen telling us it's time to get ready for today. He's directing the episode this week.

We head off to hair and makeup.

I finally got to read over the script. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks in response to the scene we have today. It's rather intimate. It looks like I'll be the one needing a cold shower soon.

Going into the wardrobe today is nerve-wracking. It feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest.

I take deep breaths in and then out.

Nothing will mentally prepare me for this scene though.

And action

The squeal of my truck tires and the sound of my engine breaking down stops me from getting home. There's a big tornado coming, and I wanted to get home before it happened.

I find myself just outside the Walker's ranch.

Not knowing them too well. I do the only thing I can think of to knock on the guesthouse. I pray Cordell will let me stay there till everything is safe.

His multi-spectrum hazel eyes meet my Y/E/C. Cordell doesn't say a word he just ushers me inside.

"I hope it's okay I'm staying here if not. I can go find somewhere else to stay.

"Nonsense darlin' it isn't safe for anyone to stay out there. Stay as long as you like.” 

Nothing we can do but wait out the storm. We are getting to know each other. Cordell seems to be really interested in my career as a D.A. I tell him about this weird case which ends up being just a hit-and-run in the end. It was much simpler than we thought it was.

Cordell surprises me and kisses me lightly. I pull him closer and eagerly return the kiss. Things got heated, and I found myself on top of Cordell completely naked. It feels uncomfortable at first since it is my first time. I feel him spill right into me realizing. I completely forgot to use protection. The hours have passed by and we eventually doze off.

Jensen yelling cut pulls me out of the scene. I rush to redress because I'm in desperate need of a cold shower.

While I'm in the shower. A knock interrupts me. I quickly grab my robe.

It's my friend Holy Jensen's wife. Her dark hair is put up in a ponytail usually she leaves it down. She’s also wearing a green dress. It must be date night for her and Jensen today.

"Come on Y/N when are you and Jared going to have sex? I can feel the energy between you and saw it in that scene. You guys were one step away from making a real baby." Holy teased.

I feel the heat rising in my cheeks at her remarks.

"You know I want to take it slow. It's the first time I've felt this passionate about someone.” I replied 

She rolls her eyes at my remark.

She and Jensen weren't slow at all right after their first date. They gave into their desires for each other they'd been holding in for 5 years during their first date. That is also the night they conceived their now  8-year-old daughter Lara. Lara is the youngest of Jensen’s kids he already had three kids with his ex-wife Danneel: Justice, Arrow and Zepplin.

I shove Holy out the door so I can get dressed. I quickly lock it. As long as I've known her she's always planning something. If I left her alone in my trailer, she'd probably go get Jared and lock him in here with me. It's not that I don't want to spend time with him. I'm not ready for that step yet. She needs to learn how to respect boundaries. 

After getting dressed I picked up my stuff to go home. A chime from my phone halts me from exiting the trailer. It's from Jared. He wants to take me out for dinner. I quickly sent a GIF reply with Sam saying yes in response. He always wants to try new things. I wonder where he is taking me today.

It's 7:00 when Jared comes to pick me up from my house.  

We arrived at the restaurant. It's a new one that just recently opened the Golden Phoenix and Dragon. 

He knows how much I like Chinese food. I even made it for him once.

After Jared pulls the chair out for me once the server shows us to our table.

He takes the liberty of ordering for me: Chinese chow mein, Fried rice, chicken balls, jadoo chicken wings and Beef Ho Fun.

It's a lot for just two people but we can always have the leftovers for dinner tomorrow.

"Jared you are just the sweetest remembering one of my favorite meals. You've outdone yourself." I said with a smile.

"Anything for my girl. I'm glad you like it." Jared replied.

My heart skips a beat at the mention of him calling me his. We have yet to label things but him saying that confirms that we are official now.

The server gives us tapioca dessert soup after all meals for dessert. It takes me back to my childhood having this at the end.

Jared ordered a few more dishes while I was in the bathroom. He mentions he wanted to get dinner for Em. Jared texted her earlier and she said she hadn't eaten yet. So we are heading over to Jeff's to drop it off to her. Bless his heart he's just the sweetest Jared can see she is part of the package deal when it comes to me. I'm slowly falling in love with him. I can feel it. Maybe he just might be the one.

Chapter 4:

#Electric Touch #Jared Padalecki x reader #Former Jensen Ackles x reader #Former! Jeffery Dean Morgan x reader #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer13 #Warnings: Angst #Smut #Mention of Breakup #Unrequited Love #Fluff #Shaming #Cyberbullying #Harrassment

[izzielizzie]

Izzie’s One of Us is Back Celebration (Day 6)

missing moments: katie myers’ wedding rehearsal is hard for knox to be at, and phoebe knows

story under the cut

I'm tugging at my tie, sweating under the bright lights strung around the room. Katie's wedding is tomorrow, and my family is all gathered for her wedding rehearsal. Kirsten, Katie's fiancé, and Dad are chatting and laughing, flutes of champagne in their hands. Katie's swaying to the gentle music with an arm wrapped around Mom's waist. Kelsey and Kara are here too, their dresses matching. 

You're okay, you're safe, I keep telling myself. There's no reason for this night to go as badly as the last wedding rehearsal I was invited to. But even the knowledge that Jared is in jail is not keeping me from feeling like I'm about to have a panic attack. I stumble over to the nearest chair and collapse into it, pulling my tie off all the way.

I'm struggling to breathe, and the lights are still too bright. Kirsten catches sight of me and I watch as she makes her excuses to Dad and Katie's fiancé before turning to me. When she reaches my chair, she crouches down to my height. "Knox? Are you okay?"

I know my sister means well, but if I tell her the truth then she'll do everything she can to make me feel better, even if that means leaving the party. And I don't really want to make a fuss or cause her to miss out on anything.

"I'm just tired," I tell her truthfully.

She presses the back of her hand to my forehead. "You don't have a fever. But maybe you should go home anyway, that way if you're coming down with something you can sleep it off."

I'm eternally grateful for my sister. I know that she knows I'm not sick, and she knows I know. But she's giving me an out anyway, telling me in her older-sister way that if I'm not ready to talk about what's going on I can just leave.

“Yeah, okay,” I say with a lethargic nod. “Can you tell Mom and Dad that I’m going home?”

Kirsten reaches up and smooths down my hair. I turn my head into her hand, instinctively leaning into any comfort I can get. “Of course, dude.”

The air outside is delightfully cool, and it relaxes me instantly. I parked my car at the other end of the restaurant parking lot, and I stroll over, taking in the night air. I feel a little better, now that I’m not inside, but I still feel restless and irritated. And most of all, I’m angry. Tonight should be fun. My sister is getting married and I should be there celebrating her and my new brother. But instead, because of some awful guy’s need to get revenge, I’m too afraid to be there. 

I desperately need to talk to someone who understands, and I even pull out my phone to call… anyone. But I stop myself at the last minute. I know that any of my friends would be happy to talk over my fears with me, but I don’t want to be the guy who’s so shaken up that I need to call someone every time I’m in a restaurant. 

I want to just be able to live my goddamn life.

When I reach my car, I’m startled to see someone sitting on the hood. They’ve got their back to me, but I instantly know exactly who it is. My slow walk turns into somewhat of a run, and the sound of my feet on the asphalt catches Phoebe’s attention. She turns around, grins, and holds out her arms just in time for me to sweep her into a bear hug. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask her once I’ve pulled away.

She shrugs. “I know how scary tonight would have been for you. So I decided to surprise you.”

I hug her again, my gratefulness evident. I already feel so much better knowing that I have someone who understands me inside and out. “Thank you, Pheebs.”

Phoebe cards a hand through my hair and wraps her other arm tightly around me. “Of course, Knox.”

God, I’m so lucky to have someone like Phoebe in my life.

#i know it's so short but i literally cannot write from knox's pov AT ALL i'm so sorry #izzie's oouib celebration #knox myers #phoebe lawton #oouin

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Not stopping

18 or older>

Based on a dream i had, so i am gonna try to write this as best as i can. This is a Jensen imagine.

Jensen: You are an actor on the show, your Deans love interest and ere comes a kiss scene, After the actor yells cut do you stop or continue.

Warning:: Smut. Fem oral, P in V Protected sex. Slight Daddy kink,

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You were getting ready for your scene with Jensen, Jared and Misha. You joined the show only a few months ago. Dean and Sam found your character (Mac) when they were hunting and took you into the bunker, things just took off from there.

"Y/N we are ready for you on set." you nodded and got the final touches of the makeup done. Walking to the set, heart pounding. Why though? Oh yeah cause your dumbass is in love with Jensen. Knowing you shouldn't be because he's married but it happened and you wish it didn't. Jared is the only one that knows about this. He over heard a phone call with your mother.

*FLASHBACK*

"I know mom but what can I do. I love him but I'm not allowed to. Fuck why did my heart have to pick Jensen?" "You love Jensen?" Jared screamed.

"Gotta go mom. Dude you can not tell anyone what you heard okay. Promise me."

"YOu know his married right.

"No shit Jar. It's not like I meant to fall for him. Please don't tell him"

"I wont but you should before things get worse." You just nodded my head and he walked away. Of course you didn't say anything. And now your here on your way to kiss the man you secretly love.

"ACTION"

Dean: Dammit Mac you cant just run into a nest of vamps like that. You could have gotten your self killed.

Mac: But I didn't and I had to save the kids.

Dean" Just do not ever do it again. You can't be that stupid.

Mac: Oh why do you even care Dean. Since I got here all you do is tell me what I do wrong. You could give two fuck less if i died.

Dean: You wrong.

Mac: Oh yeah and why is that.

Dean: Because I love you. I have since the minute I met you. Dammit i can't lose you. I won't.

Dean/Jensen walks up to you and kisses you. *CUT* calls the director. But Jensen doesn't pull away and neither do you. the kiss deepens. His hand finds your waist while yours finds his hair. Jared walks up and pulls you two apart. He looks at the both of you and says that they yelled cut 2 minutes ago. "excuse me" . Speeding walking, more like running the hell out of there and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, sliding down the door and started crying.

Why did you have to kiss him. Why didn't he stop. Does he feel the same way. So many thoughts run through your mind. Getting up you go your trailer, grabbing your keys and leaving.

It's the weekend thank god so you have time to figure things out. Jensen tried calling. never answered though. Monday rolls around and you have a meeting with the directors.

"I need to leave the show" They nodded knowing full well why you are leaving. Back at your trailer, Jared walks in seeing you pack your things.

"Are you leaving" Words would not come out so you continue packing. "You can't just leave Y/N. If this is about what happened you can move past it. It will be okay..."

"LIKE HELL IT WILL BE JAR. IT'S TOO MUCH. THIS IS BEST THING RIGHT NOW"

"What about Jensen" "What about him. He's married. Happily i might add. He doesn't love me. He doesn't want me." You finished packing everything in your box. You took off your necklace that you wore since the first episode you were in and set on the table. Jared looked at you and his eyes filled with more sadness. Taking it off meant you wanted to leave this whole thing behind you and not just the show, but the town. He hugged you "Don't be a stranger he whispered. ANd with that you walked out.

A few hours later you were at home packing. Not everything but enough to stay with your mom until you get things in order.

*AT THE SET*

Jensen is houting your name looking every where he can. Worry flooded his mind when he couldn't find you. Finally he goes to trailer in hopes that you would be there taking a nap and that's why you didn't hear him. Walking him he sees Jared sitting at the table with his head in his hands. "Where is she man1' "She's gone dude"

"What you mean she's gone." "She left Jensen. Shit got too much and she left" "What shit. Man what are you going on about?" She's in love with you man. Has been for a while. And that kiss made things in her head blur. Why did you have kiss her like that." "I don't know man, Things have been blurred for me too okay. But I don't have time to explain please just tell me where she is. "

"Like I said man she's gone" Jared but the necklace in Jensen's hand. Looking at he knew. Shoving it into his pocket he ran outside and to his car. But it blocked in. Looking around he sees one car that isn't. BABY. He drabs the keys from the set and hops in. Speeding off to your house. The whole time shouting and praying that he gets there in time.

He slams BABY into park and runs to your door knocking on it as loud as he could.

As your packing you hear a loud banging on the door. Heading down the hallway you open the door. Only to see a panting Jensen at your door. Before you could speak he chimes in.

"You cant leave. The show, the town or me. Okay I need you here with me Y/N. Since I met you all I can think about is you. I look forward to seeing you smile and being around you. Okay that kiss it wasn't Dean kissing Mac, that was Jensen kissing Y/N. I didn't want to stop. When Jared pulled us apart all I wanted to do was pull you back in. I love you baby. Please don't go. " He waits for you to answer. You stand there for a minute. "What about your wife" "That's over, it's been over for a while. We are just holding out for the kids." Before getting a chance to sat anything his lips were on yours.

Once again the kiss deepens. He kicks the door shut with his foot and pushes you up against the nearest wall. His hands roam your body while yours tugs at his hair. A slight moan leaves his lips, turning you on more. HIs lips move down to your neck, biting hard, for sure to leave a mark but right now you don't care. You tug at his shirt. "Impatient are we" He laughs. You nod. "Jump" You jump up and wrap your legs around his hips. He walks to your room. Laying you down on the bed he kisses you again. Tugging at his shirt once more he finally takes it off. You hun your hands up and down his abs which earn a slight moan from him. He helps you take off your shirt and bra which he undoes with one hand. His lips find your breast while his hand plays with the other one. "Fuck" you moan while arching into him

He switches breasts and hands. Moans escape your lips and you feel him smirk while sucking on you nipple. Jensen kisses down your stomach and stops right at the line of your jeans. Helping you take them off he kisses the inside of your thigh. He licks a strip between your folds causing you the throw your head back. Jensen starts sucking on your clit. "OH shit Jensen" You moans while tugging at his hair. He groans at the sound of his name leaving your mouth in pleasure. He adds a finger, then two. Moans and profanities is all that you can make. "Jensen Im..I'm close. Oh fuck gonna cum" "do it baby. Cum for me, let it all go" And with that you scream his name and cum hard. So hard it cause you to black out for a second. You open your eyes to see a surprised Jensen. "Damn babe I think you squirted. That was hot. Do it again for me yeah." Before you could protest his mouth was back on your clit and fingers pumping in out of you at ungodly speed. "OH GOD JENSEN YES> FUCK DONT STOP RIGHT THERE." You came quicker then before and harder. Squirting once again. Jensen comes back to kiss you. Making you taste yourself. Your take your hand and rub his hard on. "As much I want to feel your mouth of my dick I need to be inside you right now. He takes off his pants and grabs a condom from his wallet.

Climbing on top of you, he looks at you one more time, nodding your head "yes" And with that he slowly pushes inside you. Giving you time adjust, "Move" He moves slow giving you time but you can tell he wants more and that's exactly what you tell him. "More Jensen please" "Baby I give you more I won't be able to hold back, i will pound this sweet tight little pussy of yours raw. You won't be able to walk tomorrow." Do it" Jensen's sped starting increasing more and more. Pounding into you just like he said he would. He goes faster and hard the more you moan and scream for him. He groans and moans in your ear. Fuck how is is possible to get more turned on while getting railed. To deep into your thoughts you didn't hear him. He halts his movements which brings you back to reality.

"Oh look at my pretty little slut. Too dick drunk to even listen to daddy's words. I said you won't cum until I tell you to understood." Words won't from so you nod. This causes Jensen to pull out and slam hard into you. "Words darling. use your words" You didn't though. Mind fuzzy, you didn't speak. which again cause Jensen to pull out and slams into you. "SHIT" you moaned loud. "YES I understand daddy please just move. I need you" Jensen smirks and moves once more. Nails digging into his back. God" he groans in both pain and pleasure. He sits up on his, grabs your hips and pulls you closer, going harder then before he takes his thumb and pushes it hard against your numb. "Yes right there. Oh god." "Wrong darling. Me. God don't got shit to this with this. It's all me. Making you feel this good. Making you dick drunk. Me who is causing those sweet moans to come out.. He grabs your hand and puts it on your stomach. "Feel that baby. That's all me, filling you up." He grabs your neck making you look at him. " Do not moan god's name again." He goes back to fucking you senseless, and rubbing your numb. You clench down against him. Trying to hold it in. "Jensen I can't hold it. I'm so close. Please."

He shakes his head. "Not yet baby. I'm almost there okay hold it for me yeah. You can do it. With in a few minutes his thrust gets sloppy and his breath pick up. "Come with me Y/N" You and him let go at the same time. Riding out yall's highs he stops and lays on you for a minute before laying beside you discarding the condom into the trash can beside your bed.. You turn to lay on his chest while trying to calm your beathing.

"I love you Y/N . Will you be mine." He looks at you with eyes pleading. You smile and look up at him. "I already am" HE smiles and kisses you one last time before pulling the cover over you and falling sleep with you in arms.

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First time writing something like this. I hope you enjoy.

#dean winchester #dean smut #jensen ackles #imagine