#Alex Calvert imagine

[nobodymitskigabriel]

So it is imperative that any TLT adaption be animated, but in the hypothetical scenario where it did get a live action adaptation, I can't help imagining Alex Calvert in the role of Naberius Tern. One bc he fits the stereotypical YA pretty boy archetype and two bc I do think it would be fun to see Al Cal act like a smug asshole and get chewed on my deranged lesbians.

[orionsangel86]

Say you are the casting director for the spn revival, and you are tasked with recasting the character of Sam; who do you cast to play Sam?

Or say you are the casting director for og spn in '05, who do you hire to play Sam?

Not that I'm complaining nonny, but I'm curious what triggered asking me this? Bearing in mind I don't really go here anymore unless there is a category 5 SPN event happening and it hasnt been trending since I last checked?

Voicing my Sam opinions online even here in 2024 feels like diving into shark infested waters whilst on day 3 of my period lol. But sure why not I love being insane and making myself shark food.

OG '05 Sam is easy. I'd cast someone like Eliza Dushku - Faith from BtVS. I think she would have nailed being the bitchy younger sister with special gifts who played at being a good girl but was actually an "abomination".

Why yes I do think Sam should have been a woman the entire time. Why? Because SPN was a misogynistic sausage fest and it desperately needed more women in lead roles. However everything else should have stayed exactly the same - yes that means Sam would have totally been a lesbian too - just imagine how hot her scenes with Ruby would have been...

(This also tickles me because canonically Sam is the straightest character in SPN and making her a Lesbian just means the entire show is nothing but queer people as SPN should be.)

If SPN was being rebooted for the modern era with all new cast of youngsters I have no idea who I'd pick to play Sam. But I stand by my belief that Sam should be a woman. If SPN could be rebooted to retell a streamlined version of the story from when Sam and Dean were in their twenties again I'd def have an actress play Sam for a multitude of reasons, but mostly because I think the Sam and Dean dynamic with Sam as Dean's little sister would be absolutely fascinating. I also think the story would be given added depth if Sam and Dean were POC as well. Cas however should be exactly the same blue eyed brown haired whiter than white tax accountant looking weirdo. So basically Alex Calvert should play him lmao.

However if your ask is a thinly veiled attempt to discuss a possible Jackles and Mollins post S15 reboot without Jared well then you are in luck as it would be easy. Just hire a really tall brunette dude to play Blurry Sam. His story is over remember and Jared was oh so proud of how it ended for him. Why disturb it? Just carry on The Winchesters storyline where Dean figures out Chuck won and has to gather up his team of dead friends and allies, escape fake Heaven and go save Cas from the empty to really defeat Chuck. Sam just needs to be living his happy apple pie life in the background with his blurry wife whilst Dean protects him from afar. It would be oh so emotional!

I'm only partly joking lmao.

In all seriousness if they do reboot it for a s16 or a movie or whatevs, Jared is coming back. So lets all get used to that idea as best we can. Back to wooden acting and excessive throat clearing for however long the reboot lasts... joy. Its okay though. I'll learn to put up with that if I get a Destiel kiss out of it.

A girl can dream!

[gallowsheart]

♢ Alexander Smith (21+) ⭒ serial killer ⭒ Alexander Calvert ♢

♢ name: Alexander Jensen Smith (Smith to strangers, AJ to everyone else) ♢ age: 21+ ♢ faceclaim: Alexander Calvert ♢ occupation: Con artist ♢ education: N/A ♢ family: Megann Jackson (mother, deceased), Terry Jackson (step-father, deceased)

♢ history: A bright kid like Alex would have flourished in the right household, skipping grades and graduating early to an advanced degree program at MIT or somewhere like it. Instead, his gifts were corrupted and twisted back on themselves under years of an abusive stepfather and a careless mother. Terry never allowed him to forget that he wasn't his son--too weak, too pretty, too insolent. His mother never spoke about his real father, but Alex had no reason to think the man who had abandoned them would be any better. He had no reason to think anyone was.

The idea to kill them occurred to him many times, but it wasn't until his senior year of high school that he shaped it into a plan. He could be impulsive, but not when there was an endgame, not when there was something worth waiting for. His mother and step-father had already passed out for the night, as usual, when he persuaded Kade, his sweet but rather gullible next door neighbor, to start the fire. The building was old, and it burned fast--faster than he'd expected. Still, he would have made it out if the stairway hadn't collapsed. Before smoke inhalation knocked him out, he could feel the flames on his skin and smell his own burning flesh, and he still wasn't sorry.

It was a surprise to wake up, and not a pleasant one. Kade wasn't so lucky, nor were his mother and step-father; in fact, Alex was the sole survivor of the tragedy. The pain of the burns was like nothing he'd ever imagined, but they had one positive side effect. Nobody believed a kid would have done that to himself. It took months, but his body healed. He had a new face. He decided to give himself a new name to go with it. Smith was ordinary, a name nobody would bother to remember or investigate, and it had a special significance for those who knew its meaning. He'd been forged in heat, and now he had a taste for killing.

When he healed and the media hype died down, he vanished and made his way across the country. His next target was a sorority house in the Midwest, an otherwise peaceful college town that now had a bloody legacy. He used a mask and a knife this time, both of which he left with a passed out fraternity guy with a similar build. He also left a single survivor, a final girl as the genre demanded, and it had a kind of symmetry with his own survival. He was already a state away by the time the first police cruiser rolled up, and there was no reason to ever connect the two tragedies. He'd gotten away with it a second time, and if he continued to change his M.O., he saw no reason not to start planning a third.

♢ verses: ⭒ horror!verse: Smith's main verse, where he's a serial killer looking for the next opportunity.

♢ wishlist: ⭒ Slasher/horror/stalking plots

[zepskies]

I'm so glad you decided to write a little sequel to that other drabble, because this was gold. Solid gold. 😏💛

Your chest tightens slightly at her words, encumbered with a dark forewarning that settles in your gut. And as you catch a flicker of an all too familiar sage green kimono by the door, the bad omen in your belly only grows.

Not the kimono. 😭

This man is quite literally shameless. Sin vergüenza, as my grandma would say in Spanish. 🤣

I love your characterization of him here: arrogant, petty, a glass jaw of an ego, possessively (and hilariously) marking his territory with her friend Alexander (should I be imagining Alex Calvert? lol), and absorbing all that attention from her art teacher with all that peacock pride of his. Flashing all of his...eh, feathers, so to speak. 🦚🤣

And no, it’s not inflated to its full size but still as impressive and formidable as a lion king during a safari.

Pffft. I fucking snorted out loud.

“Alright, maybe I was a little jealous, too,” you remark to make him feel better. “But not of that old French whore in there.” Ben snorts at that, chuckling. “So, do you forgive me and get the fuck outta my class now?”

LMFAO. Okay, so full disclosure, I also used the phrase "French whore" in something I have coming up for Soldier Boy. (Again, twinning.) So I died twice as hard at this bit. 😂

“They do say an apology is only worthy if it’s said on someone’s knees.”

Ugh, he fucking would. 🙄 It shouldn't have surprised me loll.

But this part did, pleasantly so:

But then a bit of sweetness returns as he holds out his hands and helps you back your feet. He gently tucks and brushes your hair back into place before snatching a roll of paper towel from the rack of art supplies behind you. He thoroughly cleans your face, removing any evidence of his deed, and kisses your hairline like you’re his most prized possession when he’s finished.

I love these kinds of moments of characterization for Ben. He can be absolutely disgusting, crass, and/or assholish, but it's moments like this that can bring you back around with him. 💚

...But of course, he had to have the last "word" at the end there. 🤣🤣

Great job on this one, friend! I thoroughly enjoy reading the way you write this lovable asshole. 👌🏽 And I love the title of this one btw lol. One with many hidden meanings. 😂

Can I put in the request for Ben to “support the fine arts?” 🤣

A/N: Hahaha you may! Hope you have fun with this! Based on this drabble and this little ask 😝

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, smut (oral m), degrading, dirty talk, weird jealousy on both side, SB being a manipulative asshole

Word Count: 2.5k

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He Comes In Colors

The chatter in the classroom quiets down as your teacher, Mrs. Fournier, enters. You and your friends finish your sentences in hush and take your seats in front of your respective easels, not wanting to upset the strict, older lady again.

But instead of her usual cantankerous and bitter features, she sports an unusually bright smile and pinkly flushed cheeks today, still giggling like a schoolgirl over a crush and looking in the direction of the hallway as she walks to her desk.

Bashfully, she clears her throat and fights to regain her composure. “Class, we have a change of plans. I know we were supposed to devote our attention to the intricacies of nature today, but an opportunity presented itself we simply cannot pass up on. We have a very special guest this beautiful afternoon, who so graciously volunteered to be our model for this class.”

Your chest tightens slightly at her words, encumbered with a dark forewarning that settles in your gut. And as you catch a flicker of an all too familiar sage green kimono by the door, the bad omen in your belly only grows.

He wouldn’t dare, you think. Would he?

But you don’t have to answer your own question. Deep down you already know.

Of course, he would.

“Ladies and gentlemen, meet our model for today – the one and only Soldier Boy,” Mrs. Fournier introduces, and you watch with parted lips as your stupid boyfriend strides into the classroom with an even stupider grin.

Mrs. Fournier claps with vivid adoration, expecting the class to follow her lead, but you can’t bring yourself to give him more than an annoyed slow clap. You shoot him a glare, and the smirk directed at you tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. He aims to get on your nerves. He wants you to be mad.

Now, you’re sure you’ve done something in the last couple of days to upset him, and this is his way to enact his revenge instead of talking to you like an emotionally intelligent human being. Because Ben’s a fucking petty child, and this is how he deals with his feelings.

Ben offers his most charming red-carpet smile. “Pleasure to be here and support the fine arts, Mrs.–”

“Fournier,” your teacher provides all too helpfully.

“Ah, like fornicate. I can remember that,” Ben quips with a flirtatious smirk, while you suppress the sudden urge to stab him with the sharp end of your paintbrush.

You half expect the French woman to be appalled by the dirty joke. But to your big surprise, your over-sixty teacher only giggles in response like a high school freshman when the quarterback winks at her in the hallway.

“It is such an honor to have you here in my classroom, Soldier Boy,” Mrs. Fournier raves with a blush haunting her cheeks. “You have been my favorite superhero ever since I was a little girl.”

“Oh, so only ten years, huh?” Ben flirts shamelessly, all the while sending you little glances that let you know that this is your punishment.

Do you have a clue yet what you did? Nope! And you suppose you will never find out. You just have to get through this.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

Soldier Boy devilishly rubs his palms together as he struts into the middle of the room, and with one flawless swing, he drops the robe and stands before you (and your classmates) in all his god-given glory. And boy, did God give – not only with two hands but probably with six or seven.

Mrs. Fournier gasps unabashedly with a palm on her weak heart and goddamn drool in your mouth, causing your frown only to deepen.

“Marvelous! Simply marvelous,” she rhapsodizes and is close to fainting. Of course, your boyfriend enjoys all this attention greatly. “It’s like staring at the statue of David!”

“Oh, please…” you mutter with a miffed scoff and roll your eyes back, but that only earns you a scolding glare from your teacher. You know then that showing your displeasure with the situation will only secure you a failing grade.

Ben then props his foot up on a little stool right in front of you, his cock hanging heavy and long between his muscular bow legs. And no, it’s not inflated to its full size but still as impressive and formidable as a lion king during a safari.

His gaze only sweeps across you before it lingers on your friend Alexander. There’s a cocky and yet threatening glint in your boyfriend’s eyes as he assesses the male next to you.

“Remarkable, isn’t it?” Soldier Boy prompts daringly. Only your boyfriend could talk about his dick like that and not even feel an ounce of shame. “Don’t worry, squirt. I’m sure yours is just fine,” he adds, but you know he doesn’t mean it.

And then, suddenly, it dawns on you – why he has decided to infiltrate your art class.

Two nights ago, you went out with Alexander and a few other friends from class for drinks and didn’t invite Ben. Mostly because Ben is obnoxious when he meets new people and is a little too “old-school values” for your hipster friends. It would take ages alone to even explain all their different sexualities and pronouns to your last-century boyfriend. You just wanted one night for yourself, and you knew now that hurt his feelings.

You even felt a tiny bit bad and guilty but by far not enough to accept this current shit show he was delivering.

“Oh my, I don’t want to be too forward but may I–” Your teacher doesn’t finish her sentence, but her reaching hand is suggestion enough.

Soldier Boy chuckles amusedly. “Oh, you may,” he says but smirks at you as you gape at him in utter indignation. “What kind of hero would I be, if I said no? After all, this body belongs to every American citizen.”

And as Mrs. Fournier’s greedy palm stretches for your boyfriend’s perky buttcheek, something inside you snaps. You jump up from your seat, all wild and fuming, before you realize everyone is staring at you with wide eyes and confused brows. No one knows you’re dating him, so your upset seems completely unwarranted to everyone else in the room. Only Ben’s lips rise triumphantly.

“Be-… Soldier Boy,” you correct yourself and clear your throat, forcing a tight-lipped smile on your face. “A word, please?”

“Y/N, we’re in the middle of a class. Show our guest some respect,” your teacher demands chidingly.

But Ben soothes her anger with another charming smile. “Oh, absolutely no problem, beautiful,” he says and causes Mrs. Fournier to blush once more. “Y/N here is clearly an adoring fan, and I always have time for my fans.”

“Yes, I’m a huge fan. I’ve never met a real celebrity before. My grandma will be so thrilled when I tell her all about it,” you lie as dryly as possible. Honestly, you’re so pissed you can’t get yourself to act remotely convincing.

“We’ll be right back,” Ben excuses with a tight smile.

He quickly throws his robe back on and grabs your upper arm, ushering you outside. You want to stop in the hallway, but he drags you further and shoves you into a supply closet, closing the door a little too roughly.

“You know the rules: no fucking drama in public. It’s not good for my image,” he reminds you sternly, and you try not to scoff.

“How dare you say that after waltzing into my goddamn class? Ben, my education is serious. You don’t mess with that,” you point out angrily and fold your arms over your tits. “I don’t have time for your petty revenge.”

“Yeah, you never have fucking time,” he huffs scornfully.

“Is this because I didn’t invite you for drinks with my friends?” You cock an eyebrow, shooting him a knowing look.

“No, this is because you went out with that fucking empty nutsack in there,” he bites and points an angry finger at you. “And by the way, you’d be fucking lucky to show me off. I’m a fucking catch! Have you seen how those bitches fawned over me in there?”

“Who? Mrs. Fournier? That old hag hasn’t seen any action since the French Revolution. She’d fawn over a fucking trash bag,” you retort and watch Ben purse his lips dejectedly. You smirk a little at your win.

But you don’t want to antagonize him more. You can tell that you hurt his fragile ego with your rejection, and while he fucking annoys you and drives you incredibly mad sometimes, you’re still deeply in love with the idiot in front of you. He does have his sweet moments every once in a while. He comes in many colors, a whole palette of different shades.

“Look, uhm, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean to, okay? I don’t want you to be jealous. You have no reason to be, alright? I love you, asshole,” you tell him with a small smile.

“Fine, maybe I was a little jealous,” he admits after a beat. “But not of that scrawny twinkie in there.”

“Alright, maybe I was a little jealous, too,” you remark to make him feel better. “But not of that old French whore in there.” Ben snorts at that, chuckling. “So, do you forgive me and get the fuck outta my class now?”

Ben muses slyly and then grins. “I don’t think that apology was good enough.” Your brow draws into a deep frown at his words. Whatever has gotten into his mind now can’t be good. “They do say an apology is only worthy if it’s said on someone’s knees.”

You glare at him, your hands balling into furious fists by your side. “You gotta be kidding me…” you mutter and hiss through your teeth, “Ben, I’m not fucking blowing you in the supply closet of my school!”

Ben only shrugs carelessly. “Alright, guess I’ll have to ask Mrs. French Whore and see if she takes me up on my offer.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you grit.

“Oh, we both know I would, but I do prefer your beautiful and warm mouth, doll,” Ben smirks, letting each word roll off his tongue as his thumb pad reaches out and seductively traces your pink lips.

Instinctively, you suck his thumb into your mouth and massage it with your tongue, only widening his brash smile. As your eyes flicker down, you notice his rock-hard cock push through the fabric of the kimono and salute you. Your legs grow wobbly at the sight, your knees giving in with the urge to bend.

“Down,” he mouths, and you oblige without another protest, sinking to your knees in front of him.

You part your lips and stick your tongue out, ready to welcome his swollen tip. He fists his length and jerks his palm up and down a few times. He likes it to be as big as possible. He loves to see you struggle as you desperately try to fit all of him inside your tiny mouth.

His free hand lifts your chin, forces your eyes to find his as he guides his cock to your waiting mouth. He plops it on your tongue, heavy and thick, and lets it rest there for a second, gauging your reaction with a knowing smirk. You seal your lips around his weeping tip without question, your tongue swirling around it and dipping into the slit. You lick the salty precum with moans of pleasure, your hums sending vibrations up and down his length as your head begins to bob.

With each swallow you get closer to his pelvic bone, but Ben’s impatient and fists his hand into your hair. He roughly tugs and pulls you all the way down till your nose disappears in the little tuft of hair and tears stream down your cheeks as you cough for air.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Choke on my cock, you little slut,” he growls. His hips rock and find a rhythm as he thrusts inside you, hitting the back of your throat each time. “Fuck, that’ll teach you a lesson, won’t it? Who do you fucking belong to?”

He pulls you off his spit-drenched cock for the sole reason of replying. You look up at him as he expectantly meets your gaze with an arched eyebrow.

“You, daddy,” you reply on command.

He smirks in satisfaction and praises you, “There’s my good girl.” He tightens his grip on your hair and pushes back inside you. “Gonna send you back in with my cum all over you. Show those little pricks they can’t fucking touch what’s mine.”

As his hips gain speed, you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, feeling him swell on your tongue. Your jaw begins to ache, barely fitting his girth while his massive length drills relentlessly into your throat. Drool dribbles out from the sides of your mouth and mixes with your tears. Your mascara is nonexistent at this point and smeared all over your face.

And you know damn well, as soon as you walk back into class, everyone will know what you did.

“Such a good little whore for me,” Ben groans and pistons deeper once more, squeezing his eyes shut. You know it’s his telltale sign that he's close. “You’re such a fucking mess. Shit, gonna blow…”

He grunts as his hips stutter and his cock throbs in your mouth. He shoots hot ropes of cum down your throat, pulling out in the midst to paint your face with the rest. God knows he would never miss an opportunity to mark you. And when he’s done with his piece of sublime artwork, he smirks down at you, all self-satisfied and proud.

But then a bit of sweetness returns as he holds out his hands and helps you back your feet. He gently tucks and brushes your hair back into place before snatching a roll of paper towel from the rack of art supplies behind you. He thoroughly cleans your face, removing any evidence of his deed, and kisses your hairline like you’re his most prized possession when he’s finished.

“There, all done, doll.” Ben’s smile makes you blush as he cups your cheeks. “No one will be the fucking wiser.”

As the two of you saunter back inside, no one seems to suspect anything. You get back to your original seat, while Ben invents some silly excuse to get out of his naked commitment.

But then Alexander tilts his head at you with a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, his finger pointing at his own cheek. “Y/N, uhm, I think you have something there. Oh, uhm, is that…”

He doesn’t finish as your eyes widen and your cheeks redden in embarrassment. Your shocked gaze darts to your boyfriend as he lingers by the door. With one last cunning smirk, he winks at you and heads out.

Yes, your boyfriend surely comes in many colors – and most of them are dark.

And yes, you bet your ass Ben was crushing hard on Mrs. Fournier 😂 Hope you enjoyed this!

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Rotten | Jack Kline

The way Dean treated the nephilim angered you, to which you weren’t exactly sure why. He was Lucifer’s son, but it was a whole big contradiction actually seeing the boy.

He was curious like a puppy, as innocent as a baby, considering he technically was one in age. But it wasn’t just that, he was sweet, it was adorable how he would try to be more like Dean, copying his motions of holding a beer and reclining on the hotel sofa.

Kelly would have been proud of her child, she had believed in him before she succumbed to a meanigful death, and so had Castiel. It was however a conflict of interests when it came to the Winchesters.

The eldest saw him as the next threat that the lot of you would have to face off against, it was no secret he lacked trust for the boy. But (Y/N) was growing curious of the shamed creature, he was no angel or no human.

He was both, a collective from two places, and that could be considered beautiful from the right angle. “Stay a distance from the kid, and don’t speak to him, he might try to get into your head.”

Dean warned you, he and Sam were going to collect Donatello, which would leave you alone with the new life. At his brother’s words, Sam shook his waves of locks, unimpressed with his brother’s behaviour.

“Don’t listen to him, just stay in the room with him, neither of you leave. That’s all, you wanna talk to Jack, feel free. It’s your choice.” Before he shut the door,  he ruffled the hair atop of your head, sending you a smile, and then went on his way.

As you walked further into the rented space, your head tilted with a kind and peaceful look in your eyes. Jack was sat watching TV, on the bed, which was the very place that Dean had forbade him from resting.

There was a beautiful innocence to him, he was new to life, a new life that was resented by all of god’s creations. But even if you had a want to feel the same, you were unable to follow the flocks as you watched Jack with intrigue in your eyes.

He was preoccupied with watching the animation that flickered upon the glazed screen, a content smile that was infectious, and had you mirroring the expression. His presence felt so pure, if you weren’t aware of whom his father was, you’d even go as far as describing it as peaceful.

He was so child like, yet he looked older. It was all so confusing, you couldn’t help but be allured by his presence. There was no shame in the angels’ vendetta against him, but it made no sense that they would wish to kill something so beautiful.

“Can I help you?” Was his enquiry, he had caught your eyes sweeping in his direction, frankly it had made him curious. There was so much that the boy had to learn, the answer to his question was one of those teachings that he was eager to be aware of.

Perhaps your assumption of his attention had been wrong, he had sensed your drifting gaze, analysed it and noticed that he was the aspect that your eyesight had focused on. He couldn’t fathom as to what the reason was, minus the part where you had been instructed to by the pair of brothers that were much older than you two.

His voice had startled you, as you hadn’t expected it to snap through your convinced gaze, the possible replies floated around your mind, you weren’t sure which one to choose. From the time that you had spent with Sam and Dean, you had learnt much, and one of those taught parts tried convincing you to lie, but there was not exactly a purpose to.

You had not been thinking anything that could be considered particularly bad, if anything, you were admiring the fullness of his lips and the height that the structure of his cheek bones held. It even made you wonder if you were developing an attraction towards this angelic hybrid, there was certainly a fluttering pulse in the heat of your chest, if you were alone you’d have surely fanned your own face.

However if you were by yourself, this instinct of temptation would not be peeking so taking a brave gulp, deciding to face the fear of your insecurities, you resembled the idealistic truth in your mind, planning what was to escape the ‘cake hole’, as Dean described it, of your mouth.

“You’re not like anyone else.” It was the first statement to slip, the feeling of confrontation made Jack’s head dip low, as though he were ashamed of being such a state, but that was not how you had meant the words to come across at all. “There’s a sort of light that stirs from within you, an aura of good. But everything that Dean has put into my mind makes it all feel like one big contradiction, all because of who your father was, but I believe that your other parent had a far greater influence.”

“Kelly, my mother.” He had never met her in person, her life was a great sacrifice in order for him to be born, but he was well acquainted with her patient and caring temperament.  

“I’ve been told that you’re a rotten kid, that is only going to become another threat to mankind among the initial line up of foes, but I’m not sure that I believe that anymore…” The opportunity of forming your own opinion of Jack had arisen, it was the pair of you alone, no one else was around to tamper with your thoughts and convince you that he was nothing more than the devil’s spawn.

“What is that you believe in its place then?” The boy was sufficed to say that he was curious, the Winchesters each wanted something from him, albeit Dean’s was to be his victim if it came to that, if your mind had an idea of him and his abilities sketched out, it was plain and simple that you must have believed that he could fulfil your desires too.

But that was not what you wanted from him at all, the only thing you sought from the apparent young man was for him to be as he appeared; innocent, harmless. That was all that you hoped for, not only would it close off the chance of having another immortal enemy to face off against, but also you’d be allowed to care for another, he could join the family that the lot of you had formed.

“You are beautiful Jack, on both the inside and outside. Kelly and Castiel made the best choice for the rest of our universe to insure that you were born into it, you may attract trouble, but none of that is your fault. That is down to the stereotypes that Dean believes in, and fallen from the reputation of your father.”

He wasn’t certain how to respond, but he stood from the bed, walking closer to you, and you ignored the small voice in your mind that was attempting to remind you take a few steps backwards. You didn’t want to contradict any of the belief that you had just voiced to the young Nephilim, and a part of you felt a warmth as he stood before you, a cheerful smile upon his plump lips.

His head bobbed down in a shy, short nod, as though he was deriving his hint of trust to you. He was certainly sweet, and it made the truth of his father seem impossible, however in the moment you didn’t resent the devil to total disarray. Not because he had once been a beloved angel of heaven, but because even despite his lies and deceiving that had lead to this, he had made Jack.

“I think you are very beautiful.” He felt almost shy at exposing his opinion, he couldn’t quite understand as to why it was. But he wasn’t hateful of the feeling, it was new, that was all. The smile that he earned in return only made him believe that he had spoken the right thing, and that there was one less person that was against him and his existence.

A blush had creeped upon your cheeks, and your mouth opened to speak, but all was cut short when the brothers entered the room, pausing at the close proximity that the two of you had been in. Their gazes made you begrudgingly shuffle away, and bare the glare that belonged to the one and only Dean Winchester.

He was confused as to how he should feel, a part of him was relieved that the boy was still in the room, and nothing was on fire and nobody was hurt. However he knew that eventually, allowing yourself to get so close to the abomination would only hinder in your pain, one way or the other. 

Whether you were harmed physically or suffered from a broken heart, this kid would give you nothing but pain. He was rotten, there would be nothing good to come of him, it would never last, he had to make you realise that once more.

[alloftheimaginess]

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"Hello welcome Ad" I say opening the front door for the camera crew and Alex comes up behind me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm Yn Calvert" I say.

"And I'm Alexander Calvert, come right in" he says and I smile up at him.

"This house was built by my great great grandmother when she was in her 20's and then it was a gift to my great grandparents on their wedding night and then it was given to my grandparents and then my parents and then when Alex and I got married my mom handed us the keys" I say.

"We're currently in the middle of upgrading and rebuilding everything and we've been working on it for three years now" Alex says.

"This is our living room" I say as we walk in to it.

"This is honestly my favorite room in the house, when we're actually staying here the boys and I spend a lot of time in here, playing games, playing the piano and having quiet reading time" I say.

"I learned with kids a while ago that we can't have all the fancy things and I'm cool with with that because I enjoy the family vibes we created" I say going to the wall that holds all the photos.

"This is Misha on his first day of kindergarten" I say pointing to the photo.

"I cried harder than he did" I say laughing.

"This is a picture from our wedding night, I adore this picture so much because all of the couples can be seen dancing around us, I remember this moment because Flicker by Niall Horan was playing and at that point it was one of my favorite songs and right there you can see Jared and his wife being all cute" I say pointing it out.

"All the art you see in here is made by two of Yn's sisters who run an art shop" Alex says.

"They've been painting ever since we were young and the work they put out is amazing and every time we get a visitor they always ask where I got it from and I can easily promote my siblings" I say laughing.

"Over here is our kitchen" Alex says walking up the two step departing our kitchen from our living room.

"We tore down the wall because we wanted the open space, all the natural light and when I'm making dinner I can keep an eye out on the kids and they can eat their snacks at the table and watch tv or play the game while I'm doing whatever I need to do" I say.

"Let me show you my favorite part about the kitchen" Alex says leading them over to the sink.

"Yn cooks dinner pretty much every night which leaves me and the boys with the clean up and they like how big the sink is" he says showing off our farmhouse sink.

"Makes washing dishes so much easier and Aj use to take a lot of baths in here" he says patting the sink and I laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to convince everyone to get one" I say and he laughs with me.

"Maybe I am" he says taking them to the other room.

"Over here is where our dining room was but we don't use it so we made it into a branch off living room" Alex says.

"We celebrate the holidays here and it's perfect for Christmas when we have our families and friends here and the living room is taken, we have these two ceiling chairs and then some cushions and bean bags I like to think of it as a sort of cozy corner, this usually turns into the kids hang out spot when there's a group of them because we have the gaming tv here and they can just lounge and enjoy whatever game they are playing" I say.

"The backyard is what I'm probably proudest of" I say opening the folding sliding glass doors and we step outside.

"We have the pool over there completely gated off because Aj can't fully swim yet and he likes to play outside when I'm on the patio writing" I say.

"And on that side we have the boys playhouse from Charmed Playhouses, Yn seen a picture of one and she fell in love with them and decided that the boys needed to have a Harry Potter themed playhouse" he says.

"It's literally so cool in there, I should have just walked you to the playhouse and did a tour of that" I say laughing.

"We got Harry Potter because I've always been a massive fan and Misha when he was around three he fell in love with it and I knew I had to do it plus it's perfect for both boys and girls" I say.

"Now up the stairs on the right we have the office" I say sliding the glass sliding door open and stepping inside and Alex follows me in.

"There's not a lot here" I say.

"We're currently working on expanding this room because Alex has his desk and I want a space where I can put all of my art stuff so we're in the middle of that" I say.

"This is also where Yn keeps her awards because she's too embarrassed to show them off so she keeps them tucked away up here where she can glance at them to remind her that she can always be better" he says moving the picture frames they are behind.

"This is the hallway" I say and Alex laughs.

"Yn loves this hallway" he says.

"I do, I love it so much" I say giggling and I stop walking.

"This is why I love this hallway so much" I say pointing at the pictures.

"My family is very big and very all over the place. From my birth dad I have six siblings and on my moms side I have five and it's like crazy trying to get everyone together and when I found out I was pregnant with Mish everyone came and they showed up and I managed to get a few decent shots out of it" I say laughing.

"And next to that I have my all time favorite picture of me and my baby sister Zendaya at the oscars in 2015. It's a photo from the red carpet and I was telling her I was pregnant and this was her reaction" I say laughing.

"Moving on, the first room we have belongs to Misha, they are both down for a nap right now in Aj's room so I can show off Misha's room" I say opening the door and stepping inside.

"My mom actually designed this room for him and she put it together while we were in Canada while Alex was filming so we came back to it and it was a nice surprise, Misha loved it more than anything" I say laughing.

"She got him a moving bookshelf and every time we go to the store he asks for a book so he can add them to the book shelf so that way no one will know which books opens the bookshelf" he says tipping the book back and it slides open.

"This is his 'hey Misha clean your room bub guests are coming' hiding spot" I say.

"Gets the job done" Alex says and I laugh rolling my eyes.

"Until I have to come in behind him and clean it" I say.

"This is the game room" I say.

"It has all of the games your mind could ever imagine" Alex says opening the doors under where the tv sits and it is stuffed with games.

"Texas thunderstorms have taught us that we can never have enough games or candles to entertain us when we lose power or when it storms so much the boys are up all night" I say.

"Next is our bedroom" I say stopping at the closed double doors and I push them open.

"This is where the magic happens" he says and I laugh rolling my eyes and I step in.

"Our bedroom was one of the first things we did when we moved in, we tore it apart and with the help of my best friend slash Alex's fake father and his wife and we rebuilt this room in about two to three weeks and it was like the best time of my life" I say.

"In this little hole is where we keep Misha when guest come so we can pretend we did all the work around here" he says and I laugh.

"You're an idiot" I say and he laughs with me.

"This is a laundry chute, there's one in the main rooms such as ours, Misha's and Aj's and they can just send the clothes right to the basket which then I can just dump into the washer" he says and I nod.

"Plus there's never any clothes lying around, everyone should have one of these" I say.

"Through here is our bathroom and closet" he says opening the door and we go inside.

"It's just a bathroom it's nothing special to me but to Yn it is everything" he says and I press the button and the shelves come out the cabinet.

"It's my vanity but when I'm done I can put it away and not worry about anything getting messed up ever and I love it because everything is unorganized but you can't see the clutter" I say getting off of the pouf and I go into the closet.

"This is probably the most extreme room we have in our house because honestly I'm addicted to shopping and I need the space. I always wanted like the closet that Hannah Montana had and I didn't get it but honestly this one has hers beat so I'm not complaining" I say and Alex laughs.

"Like I said about the bathroom I don't get it" he says and I laugh.

"And the last room" I say opening the door showing off the nursery and I step inside them following me.

"You're the first ones that aren't apart of our inner circle to find out and we want to use this video as an announcement" Alex says and I nod.

"This nursery is for our princess who we are happy to announce will be born in four months" Alex says. "January 1st" I say smiling at the camera.

[blairespandora]

Quarantining with Alex would include:

• finally being able to spend more than a few days together at a time, as both of your schedules have cleared out

• cleaning out your apartment together

• finding old photographs that you guys took when you were in school and playfully mocking each others emo phases

• playing video games for hours at a time

• realising you both can't live forever off of takeaway so you decided to learn how to cook and it surprisingly went well... seeing as both of you are still alive!!

• " Hey Y/N? ... I would take your cooking over any other takeaway for the rest of my life"

• blushing like mad because your mom was right, to get to any mans heart you have to go trough the stomach ;)

• Alex hugging you from behind any time he catches the moment

• his soft breath on your neck and little butterfly kisses as he whispers praises to you over and over

• learning how to do tiktok dances because they are quite cute

• #fliptheswitchchallenge where you make him wear your pink satin bodycon dress and he looks lowkey cute in it

• movie nights are the best nights

• both of you decide that the living room is too boring for movie nights so you built a fort in the middle of the living room and got a portable projector

• not being able to keep your hands off each other till the end of the movie but that's fine, you can enjoy the movie another time

• baby Calvert due in the next 9 months ;)

Part of Sweetheart on Wattpad

[writingsbychelle]

Get Ready For The Teasing

Summary: Getting drunk at another Supernatural convention you find yourself in the bed of your co-star, Alexander Calvert, the next day.

Pairing: Alex Calvert x Reader

Request: by @patrickstumpownsmyass 

Warnings: uhhhh...mentions of alcohol and pranking

Word Count: 2.043

    “And now please welcome the baby on our show. She’s been part of the cast since she was a child and now, several years later, she’s a grown up and-“

    “Woah, calm down, Rob, you’re just gonna end up crying... Please give a round of applause for (Y/F/N)!” 

    The audience erupted into laughter while clapping their hands as you stepped onto the stage, giving Richard and Rob a quick hug before sitting down on one of the stools, Jared and Jensen to your left and Alex and Misha to your right. You slightly raised your hand, waving at the people in front of you before Alex handed you a microphone, a teasing smile on his face since he knew how often you tended to forget grabbing one. Sending a grateful smile in his direction you turned to the first person that was waiting to ask a question.

    Several minutes and questions later you were laughing while Alex told his story about Jared’s prank on him during a scene in which he was supposed to act sad and emotional but Jared ended up playing porn on the laptop he had placed before him.

    “So yea, that was pretty embarrassing…what was the second part of your question again?” Alex asked politely after telling his story.

    “I was wondering if anyone has taken a pity in you yet with all the pranking going on,” the girl giggled.

    “Oh, yea, mostly Misha and (Y/N). I think Misha mainly because he knows what I’m going through and (Y/N) because she feels bad for me…”

    “I gotta say I only started feeling bad for you after that porn prank. Before that, I was secretly helping them prank you.” 

    You sheepishly looked up at your close friend, his mouth opening in shock before he turned and deadpanned at the audience.

    “Do you guys see what I have to deal with every day?” he asked in fake horror before you clasped a hand over his mouth.

    “Oh shush, you like it, you just don’t want to admit it,” you winked at him, some of the fans hollering at the two of you, being used to your flirty back and forth.

    “Alex clearly enjoys it or he wouldn’t constantly hang out with you.”

    The fans freaked out even more after Jensen said those words, heat radiating off your cheeks since he kind of revealed how much time Alex and you actually spend together off set. 

     If you were to say you didn’t have a crush on the Canadian actor would’ve been a lie, you were head over heels in love with him and there was no way denying it. You just had no clue how to act on those feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship and make things awkward on set but you also desperately wanted to be with him. However, for the sake of your friendship and to keep things comfortable you stayed silent, only keeping the flirting going on between the two of you.

   “Anyways,” you cleared your throat and turned to the other side of the big room, “next question? What’s your name, darling?”

   “Hi, my name is April and I was just wondering how you’re dealing with having someone close to your age on set now, (Y/N)?”

   “Hello, April,” you smiled at the young woman before your eyes drifted away slightly to think about her question.

   “She loves it.” 

   Your head wiped towards Alex, a smirk on his lips and a smug look covering his face.

   “You know what? I hate it,” you turned to the audience, acting like working with the young man was the worst thing you ever had to endure.

   “No, but all jokes aside, it’s nice having someone close to your age on set. I mean Rob already said it while introducing me, I’ve been on this show when I was basically still a child and nearly everyone else on the cast is married and has kids so you sometimes feel a bit left out even though I know it’s no one's intention. But since Alex joined the cast it’s a lot nicer because he actually gets what I’m talking about and we do hang out a lot. And now that he’s also joining us at cons it’s even better, I mean look at how good he’s doing for his first convention!”

   The fans broke out in loud cheering as Alex put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him which only spurred the fans on even more.

   “Alright, last question, guys. I know, I know, it’s sad but we’ll be back soon, promise.” Richard walked towards the right side of the stage and pointed at the guy standing there, prompting him to ask his question.

   “Hey guys, my question for you is: Are there any rituals you have at conventions, anything you’re repeating at every one? Sorry for excluding you in my question, Alex.”

   “It’s alright, man. I’ll have plenty of time to get into some routines and thanks to your question I get to find out what these guys do all the time.”

   You felt a pair of eyes on you and as you turned away from your crush you saw Misha looking at you with a mischievous twinkling in his eyes.

   “No, Misha, please,” you shook your head at the older man, not speaking in the microphone as you begged him to not release your unhealthy habit.

   “You know…(Y/N) here as probably the best habit out of all of us and let me tell you, it’ll completely twist your image of her…” Misha turned to you as you looked down on the ground, mentally preparing yourself for the following words.

   “Do you wanna tell them or should I?” 

   Looking up you saw at least a shimmer of sympathy on his face so you decided just tell everyone yourself.

   “Let me, I can at least make it seem less embarrassing. Okay, so…please don’t judge me for this guys, I know very well it’s everything but healthy. Alright so basically, at every convention, on the last evening we all go and get some drinks and I somehow developed a habit of getting…yea of getting shit-faced drunk. There’s no other way to say it. But I’m lucky enough to never really get a hangover, I just need something to eat and a bit of water and I’m fine and my lovely”- you shot Jensen, Jared and Misha teasing look -“friends always take care of me if I end up not feeling that well or anything.”

   “We do take care of her, guys. She’s like a little sister to us,” Jared rested his arms on your shoulders, emphasising on ‘little’ since you were significantly smaller than him. Then again, everyone looked small compared to the literal giant.

   Hours later you were sat at the bar of the hotel, laughing, talking and mostly drinking with your friends.

   “And here I thought you were an absolute lightweight,” Alex chuckled after you sat down with a new drink in your hand.

   “I never said I wasn’t, I just have nothing to regret the next morning.”

   “Nothing?” he teased, the corners of his mouth twitching which prompted you to lean in closer.

   “That depends on who I spend the night with,” you whispered the words in his ear before leaning back and winking at your slightly flustered costar.

   “Well let’s find out how much you’re gonna regret this night in the morning, shall we?” Alex brought his glass up to his lips, dimples showing on his face as he did.

   Bright lights woke you up, your head pounding slightly as you rubbed your eyes and sat up. Strangely the room you were in looked nothing like your hotel room, obviously the furniture was the same but it was way more messy than yours. 

   Confused you slowly got up from the bed, finding yourself completely dressed save for your shoes which stood at the end of the bed when suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, revealing a very shirtless Alexander Calvert with a toothbrush hanging in the corner of his mouth.

   “Oh, you’re awake. I put an ibuprofen and a bottle of water on the bedside table,” he said before turning to the sink in the bathroom to rinse out his mouth.

   “What happened?” You swallowed the pill and washed it down with a big gulp of water just to sit back down on the bed and looking at the man.

   “Well…you got, as you put it ‘shit-faced drunk’ and I volunteered to bring you to your room but you refused to sleep alone and couldn’t find your keycard so I just took you into my room.”

   “Oh god, I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing…” you mumbled rubbing your temples as your headache slowly faded away, your stomach grumbling slightly to remind you to eat something soon.

   “Let’s just say you say a lot of interesting things when you’re drunk,” Alex sat down beside you, a sympathetic smile on his face.

   “Like what?”

   “Like the fact that you’re, and I’m quoting you here, ‘absolutely and utterly in love with me and looking at my perfect face and not being able to kiss me can be equalised with torture’…” he trailed off, rubbing his neck before looking at you, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

   “I…”- you took a deep breath after swallowing the lump forming in your throat -“I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us and I can totally understand if you need some distance but please don’t ignore me or anything, I don’t think I could bear that, you’re too important in my life an-“ 

   Alex pressed a finger onto your lips, silencing you.

   “You talk too much, (Y/N),” he sighed before leaning in and connecting your lips, your eyes widening in shock before you closed them, kissing him back. Alex pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. 

   You wanted more of him, needed more of him, so you leaned forward, your lips crashing together as you started to lose yourself in the kiss. Your body instantly relaxed, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer while your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as you slid onto his lap. Alex quickly got up, your legs wrapping around his hips as he spun you around, pressing you into the mattress, his arms keeping him from falling on top of you. His tongue traced your bottom lip, begging for entrance which you granted more than gratefully. Your hands wandered from his hair to his back, pulling at his shirt as you completely forgot the world around you until you heard the door to Alex’s hotel room slam open, causing him to jump away from you. 

   Too late, Jensen, Jared and Misha had seen what had been going on before they interrupted you.

   “Uhhhh…morning?” you cleared your throat while you sat up, adjusting your shirt.

   “We’re just gonna pretend we didn’t see that happen,” Jensen said slowly, clearing his throat before a smirk slowly formed on his lips.

   “Yea…that saves us a lot of awkwardness,” Alex smoothed his shirt down before helping you stand up from the bed, his fingers intertwining with yours.

   “Breakfast?” Jared offered, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder.

   “Good idea. Let’s go.” 

   You followed your friends out of the room into the elevator at the end of the hallway, more than ready to finally get some food inside you.

   “You hopefully know that we’re never going to drop this, like ever again?” Misha turned to around to face Alex and you after he pressed the button next to the doors of the lift.

   “Afraid so,” you mumbled, being aware of just how much teasing you’d have to endure the next few months, especially when you’d get back to film the next season of the show. 

   But you were willing to go through all that if that meant you could be together with Alex, whose hand squeezed yours slightly before giving you a reassuring smile. Yes, with him by your side you were ready to face all the teasing that would get thrown at you.

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[omgrachwrites]

Heartbreak and Hormones (Sequel to Playing the Player) Masterlist

Pairing(s): Noah Barnes x OC

Bucky Barnes x Isabelle Barnes (OC)

Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers

Status: ongoing

Summary: Noah Barnes had a pretty perfect life, he was the star of the football team and his parents were still in - sickening - love. The perfect life that he had grown accustomed to slowly starts crashing down when he starts to develop feelings for a girl. The only problem? She’s his best friend’s twin sister who is very much off limits.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, mentions of divorce, bit of a slow burn, smut (idk if we can write it now)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back, so sorry that it’s been so long but I’m so excited to be writing for you guys again! I might reupload Playing the Player on this blog but you don’t have to read it to understand this one! Hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

Part One

Part Two - coming 11th February

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I’m gonna tag all the lovely people who were on the taglist for Playing the Player, I hope that’s okay! Please let me know if I’ve missed anyone!

@void-imaginations​ @shoytai​ @slytherinbithc​ @ayee-style​  @marvelellie

[pearlycastiel]

𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.

description || you’re in trouble and when you pray to your boyfriend jack, he doesn’t hesitate to help you.

pairing || jack kline x fem!reader, dean winchester x daughter!reader, sam winchester x niece!reader, castiel x platonic!reader

warnings || angst, partying, alcohol, fluff at ending

word count || 1,458

a/n || literally had this idea at 3 am haha. feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

HIGH SCHOOL WAS something for you and it was definitely something when your family are supernatural hunters. Being Dean Winchester's daughter meant having the best protection from an angel, a nephilim, and of course, your father and uncle.

When you first met Jack, you felt a feeling that you have never felt with anyone else. At first, you thought it was anxiety or fear from the fact that Jack was Lucifer's son, but soon enough, it was something good.

The hints that you've noticed from Jack such as him being close to you at all times, or him smiling brightly when you would walk into his room, hinted clearly how Jack had some sort of attraction to you as well.

Soon enough, when Jack finally got the gist of how human feelings worked, he confessed how he couldn't stand a life without you. He would gush about how important you were to him and how he wanted to protect you at all costs. That was the day he asked you to be his girlfriend.

And you proudly said yes.

This brings you to this day, where school was more bearable with your slightly reconstructed life. When you started to date Jack, life became somewhat more admissable as you had something to look forward to when you came home.

You were currently coming out of soccer practice and one of your decent acquaintances walked up to you.

"Hey, Y/n. Are you free tonight? I'm having this big party and you should definitely come." Lexi was a really sweet person and you knew her parties were fun. You thought about it for a while considering how overprotective your family is. But you said yes anyway, wanting to have a fun time.

"Sure, I'll see you tonight."

ஓ๑♥๑ஓ

Back at the bunker, you gave your family a dramatic entrance as you started to sing aloud abruptly, definitely gaining the attention of the boys.

Jack was the first one to greet you and he gave you one of his heartwarming hugs and a small kiss on your cheek.

"Hi Y/n, how was school today? I also made your favorite because I know you had a long day at today." You stared at Jack in awe, finding it sweet how he would make you a grilled cheese when you came home from school.

"Thanks, Jack. What would I do without you?"

"I should be the one asking you that. You mean a lot to me, Y/n." A smile crept upon your lips and you were about to kiss Jack until you heard the booming voice of your father.

"Hey! Six feet apart kids," Dean said, getting in between you and Jack, him spreading his arms out, pretending to stretch.

"So funny, dad," you said sarcastically. You weren't too certain when you should ask your father if you could go to the party, but you didn't have to ask when he saw the look on your face.

"I know that look, what's up?" Surprised by his diligent attention, you shot your head up slightly caught off guard.

"Oh, well...what makes you think there's something up?"

"Whenever you're nervous, you always fidget with your charm bracelet." You silently cursed to yourself, seeing how you gave away the hint of wanting something. Sighing in defeat, you decided to tell Dean about the party.

"So I got invited to this party and I was won--"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean cut you off abruptly, knowing where this was going to go.

"No. Nope. Nope, definitely not. You're not going to a party and that's final." Dean's voice made it clear he was serious, but you being the stubborn person you were, insisted.

"Dad, come on, it's going to be fun, plus you know I'm responsible enough." Dean consistently shook his head, not comfortable with you going to a party.

"I know you're responsible enough, I don't trust the people there. Who knows who a person can be what? I'm done talking about this, you're not going and I made my decision."

You huffed out in annoyance, knowing you weren't going to win this argument, so you stomped back into your room, Jack following your trail. Now you were on to plan b which was sneaking out.

ஓ๑♥๑ஓ

You hated how you had to lie to Jack, but you knew he wouldn't let you out either, seeing how often he worries about you as well.

The last time you went out when you weren't supposed to, Jack put two fingers on your forehead and knocked you out. So you knew this time wouldn't be any different.

Being as discreet as you possibly could, you slowly escaped the bunker doors and proceeded to walk towards Lexi's house. Luckily, her house wasn't too far from yours.

Once you arrived, lights and music boomed through the doors. Lexi greeted you as she was drunk and you smiled at her seeing her true side.

You gulped down a couple of shots and stood against the wall, taking in the vibes of drunk teenagers. Suddenly a man came up towards you, a sly and douchey smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey, hottie, what's a gorgeous woman like you doing all alone? And a better question, why are you not with me?" You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

"I didn't say you could walk away, baby." He started to walk closer towards your body, your personal space definitely invaded. Now you were done. You put your drink down and grabbed his wrist, twisting it making him scream in agony.

You could have easily broken his arm, but you didn't want to make a big scene. "Touch me again, and you will regret it." He had a petrified look on his face and put up his hands in surrender, but you knew he was still a massive dick.

Unfortunately, when you put your drink down, you weren't paying attention enough to notice that your drink was spiked.

You took a couple sips of your drink and you felt free, but the sudden feeling of dizziness overwhelmed your body, blackness filling your vision.

ஓ๑♥๑ஓ

When you gained consciousness once more, you noticed the music wasn't blaring and the setting changed. You were now in an empty warehouse, rust on the walls and live wire lamps.

"Well, well, who knew the youngest Winchester would have her life ended by going to a teenage party." You glared at the man, not sure what he was, but then he blinked, his eyes turning black, now evident he was a demon.

"Son of a bitch, let me go." You said weakly, the drugs still having an effect on you. He just smiled evilly and closed the door, leaving you alone.

You took this opportunity to pray to Jack, hoping he was awake to hear your prayer.

"Jack, baby, if you're hearing this, I n-need help."

ஓ๑♥๑ஓ

When Jack heard your prayer, he sprinted to your room, waking up Sam and Dean, Castiel already being awake considering he doesn't sleep.

When he saw you weren't in your room, fear and anger started to overcome his body.

"Jack, what's wrong, "Castiel asked, the two older Winchester's alerted while walking out of their room.

"Y/n sent me a prayer, something wrong and she's not in her room." Jack then closed his eyes and focused on you. He saw your distressed state and to say he was angry was an understatement. His eyes started to glow gold and his body was shaking in anger.

Being so angry that you were in trouble and somebody is hurting you, Jack didn't even say another word as he used his wings and teleported to your location. His rage was still fuming through his body as he saw the demon holding a knife and walking towards you.

Not hesitating, Jack reached out his arm as golden circles filled the room, instantly killing the other demons.

Once he saw the perpetrators were dead, Jack saw the sight of you and his eyes blinked back to blue.

"Y/n!" Jack ran to your side and broke the chains off of your body easily. He instantly pulled you into a hug and you didn't hesitate to show your tears as you desperately needed comfort from your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry Jack, I shouldn't have left," you sobbed into his shoulder. He gently kissed your head, the feeling of his warmth comforting you.

"Don't worry, Y/n, you're okay. How about we go home and watch that one internet service...what was it called..N-N-"

"You mean Netflix?" You said with a stifled laugh.

"Yeah! Let's watch Netflix." You nodded your head and Jack teleported back to the bunker, relief filling your body.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[killianmesmalls]

Seeing some people manifesting AlCal playing a young Jimmy Novak in The Winchesters, and while that would be awesome, if the show does stay in the 70s (beginning specifically in 1972), that doesn’t quite line up. 

That being said, with Jimmy being born in July 1973, there are plenty of opportunities for him to play Jimmy’s father...

[redlenai]

I believe that Jack should have been the perfect excuse to show what angel wings look like in Supernatural. Like, yeah angels and archangels could hide their wings, but imagine A FRICKING NEWBORN JACK AND WINCHESTERS HAVING A FEW DAYS OF NOT BEING ABLE TO HIDE THE KID’S WINGS MORE REASONS TO GO BACK TO THE BUNKER ASAP

Also, I call bullshit Jack has only a pair of wings, as a nephilim sired by an Archangel, Jack should have at least 6 or 4 wings on my opinion.

[mattzerella-sticks]

Imagine how funny if they wanted to shoot a Supernatural reboot and they cast Alex Calvert as Castiel?

[starshipsofstarlord]

Kiss it Better | Jack Kline

Summary; jack gets a headache and he has no idea to rid himself of it, usually he heals. So he goes to the one person who he thinks can help him.

Warnings; nothing just fluff

There was a feeling in his head, and it would not subside. It wasn’t quite pain, however it wasn’t a comfortable sensation either.

A frown laid its format upon his face, as he tried to comprehend the reasoning behind the apparent existence of an ache in his head.

Humans called it a head ache, he had heard Dean mention that he had one after being thrown by a monster or Sam had asked his brother to turn the music in the car down for the same reason.

And so walking in a shuffling trudge into the war room, he was met with Dean, whom was focused on his laptop, presumably doing research for a case close by.

“Dean..?” He warily asked, hearing a grunt of reply from the focused hunter. Jack knew that out of the brothers, Sam strongly preferred him over his sibling, but he however looked up to Dean.

He was a role model to the young nephilim, and so he walked closer, wishing to learn from the hunter’s experience with such a heavy head.

“I have a headache.” Jack began, noticing how Dean’s eyes drifted over to him. “How do I get rid of it?”

“Ask y/n to kiss it better.” It was a joke on Dean’s part, for he knew of the crush that Lucifer’s son harboured you. But he watched as Jack sent him a thankyou and an honest smile, walking to the hallway of the bunker.

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A knock resonated on the hard wood of your bedroom door, encouraging you to pause your tv. A part of you prayed that it was not Sam again, asking you to turn the volume down.

But even if it were him, you were still inclined to answer the door, and so you shuffled over to the closed barrier in your fluffy socks, pulling it open to be met with a tired eye Jack.

“Everything alright?” You were sceptical, it would be just your luck if a situation was proceeding in your home, it would not be the first time that you had been in the middle of a marathon when an incident occurred.

The young being noticed the worried, concerned tone that lifted your words, and he nervously gulped. He took one step forward, a little one so that he wasn’t stood in the middle of the hall, and finally spoke.

“I have a headache.” He mumbled groggily, his hands fidgeting as he spoke, as though to distract himself from the gallon that felt like was atop of his shoulders. “Dean said that you could kiss it better.”

The hopelessness in your eyes made you rethink giving him an ultimatum, and instead you pulled him closer gently by the back of his neck, craning his head to meet your lips.

You placed a featherlight kiss upon his forehead, his eyelashes fluttering at the notion. He lightly smiled, content with the contact.

But realistically you knew that would not diffused the tension within his skull, so you brought him into your room. You laid down, turning off the light of the television, and allowed him to rest his docile head upon your collarbone.

All night, you gave him forehead kisses, and were pleasantly surprised when he awoke in the morning, claiming that Dean’s prescription worked.

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Jack X Reader Imagine #27 (REQUESTED)

This was requested by @warriorsakf

You waited patiently as your dad and uncle packed to leave on a hunt. It took everything in you to convince your dad Dean to let you stay back with Jack. Dean had found out he had a daughter a few years ago. When he found out you were moved from foster home to foster home he knew he had to take you in. So they pretty much broke you out of the group center you were currently placed in. Life has been much better since then. Dangerous sure but better. "Sure you'll be ok here with Just Jack sweetheart?" Dean asked.

"Dad, I'll be fine," you said getting up and hugging him, "you and Uncle Sammy go take the monster, down". They nodded and waved as they left the bunker. You had no issue with being alone with Jack. Physically you two were the same age. You also had a crush on him. He was so sweet and could be beyond adorable. You were in the kitchen popping popcorn when Jack walked in.

"That smells good," he said sitting at the table.

"Wanna share?" you asked, "I was planning on watching some movies,".

"Sure," he said, "if you don't mind me joining you,".

"Of course not," you said. You couldn't help but smile at thought of a movie night with Jack. You finished the popcorn popping the popcorn and poured it into a bowl.

"I'll grab some sodas," Jack said. You nodded and headed into Dean's little man cave room.

"Star Wars?" you asked as Jack joined you and handed you a soda.

"I love those movies," he said flashing that beautiful, boyish smile. You two soon sat down on the little sofa in the room and watched the movie. You noticed Jack would look at you every once in a while but you just acted like you didn't notice. "Y/N?" he called getting your attention.

"Yeah Jack?" you asked looking over at him. He had this odd look on his face. He didn't say anything but leaned over and very softly pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes widened. You didn't expect that at all. You quickly pulled away.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I just really wanted to kiss you,". You smiled.

"It's ok Jack. It was nice," you said. That made his sweet smile bigger.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked. You nodded as he leaned over and softly kissed you again. It was slow and sweet. You just let him lead. Not rushing anything. He seemed to get the hang of kissing quickly. You softly combed your fingers through his hair. You leaned back gently pulling him with you as you continued to kiss. He made sure not to lay on you too heavily. He didn't want to hurt you. When you needed air he broke the kiss. He just looked down at you as his hand softly caressed your side. His beautiful blue eyes seem to glimmer. "This is nice,". he said.

"It's very nice Jack," you agreed.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," he said.

"Me too, but we can stay like this for a while at least," you told him. He smiled as you two lost each other in another sweet moment of kissing. You two got so lost you didn't hear the bunker door open or the footsteps coming down the hall.

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[bisexualcrowley]

Camping

Pairing: Jack Kline x Fem!Reader, mentions of Destiel

Summary: Dean and Cas take you and Jack on a camping trip that leads to more than you bargained for

Content: Smut, bit of fluff, public/outdoor sex, pre- god Jack, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex

Word count: 1,160 

When Dean and Cas offered to take you out on a regular, non-hunt related camping trip under the quickly thought up excuse to give Sam some time alone,(definitely not because Dean and Cas wanted some time alone themselves,)  you weren’t surprised when Jack joined you in the back of the Impala at the last minute with a goofy smile and an off-hand comment about wanting to see what camping was like.

You weren’t surprised when Jack burned every marshmallow he tried to roast. Weren’t surprised when Dean and Cas retired to their tent early “so they could get an early start in the morning”

What you didn’t expect, however, was to be stumbling out of the tent you were sharing with the nephilim just as the sun was setting with your lips locked together in a passionate kiss and Jack’s rather impressive erection pressing against your inner thigh.

When Jack slammed you uncharacteristically roughly against the rough trunk of a tree just barely hidden from view of the campsite, you didn’t hold back a quiet moan at your obvious enjoyment of the rough treatment.

Jack gave a pleased hum against your mouth at the sound you made, reaching his left hand down to hike your leg up over his hip, the movement drawing your attention to the heat that had pooled in your sex, and you were sure that if it wasn’t for your shorts, your arousal would be dripping down your thighs and smearing on Jack’s pant leg by now.

Without separating your lips from his, you pushed at the collar of the nephilim’s jacket, nudging his chin back with your free hand and baring his neck. Jack arched out of the kiss as you ran your fingers along his jawline, down his neck, and when you leaned down to run your tongue along the smooth flesh, Jack let out a low, drawn-out moan that had you repeating the motion just so you could hear it again.

A quick snap of his hips against your own was more than enough for you to feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against his pants, and you slid a hand down to thumb over it’s covered head, smearing the pre-cum that had seeped through the fabric.

It was clear that the movement had your levels of arousal peaking, and your already heated actions suddenly gained an air of urgency as Jack ground against your hand with a whimper

“Off,” Jack mumbled, tugging lightly at your top while barely separating your lips long enough to speak before he was ravishing your mouth again.

Much to his dismay, you yanking off your shirt did require you to break away from the kiss and in the few short seconds you were apart, Jack’s patience wore out and he groaned loudly, letting his hands fall down to fumble the clasp of his belt open and unzip his pants before returning them to rest on your waist.

The nephilim’s fingers ghosted over your now bare stomach, trailing up to cup your breasts and thumb over your nipples, earning a soft gasp from you against his mouth.

"Say it," Jack panted, ducking his head to nip along your jawline. "Please... Tell me what you want, I want to hear you say it."

You let out a low whine as you ground yourself down against his thigh, and a shudder ran through your body.

“Please,” You murmured, “Need you to touch me... God I want you Jack."

Arousal clouding his thoughts to the point he couldn’t come up with a coherent word to say, Jack simply reached forward and tugged your shorts down and fumbled with the front of his pants again, quickly freeing his leaking cock from his boxers and pulling your hips towards him in one smooth motion.

“Fuuckkk that’s good,” Jack moaned as he slowly slid himself into your throbbing heat, your juices coating his cock and leaving him groaning far louder than he would have liked

You cried out softly and rocked against him, one hand braced on the tree behind you and the other clenched in his sandy blond hair, each little tug drawing a choked gasp from the nephilim.

The sound of skin hitting skin mingled with your desperate whimpers and Jack’s breathy moans as he filled you up again and again, his length slamming against your g-spot and thumb flying over your clit with each thrust and sending you flying towards your climax.

“Remind me why we’re having sex behind a tree?” Jack huffed as his hips slammed against yours again, each thrust seeming impossibly deep and leaving you crying out softly for him to go faster.

“Because. The tent. Was too close. To Cas. And Dean,” You breathed between thrusts, a laugh turning into a whine when Jack simultaneously moved a hand between your bodies to rub a teasing finger over your clit and ducked his head down, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking a red mark into the delicate skin.

“Fair enough,” Jack chuckled when he pulled away, choking on his words as you hiked your leg up over his hip and tugged him forward by the collar of his jacket to pull him into a searing kiss.

One final swipe of Jack’s thumb across your clit was just what you needed, and with a moan of his name you succumbed to the pleasure, your orgasm washing over your entire body and leaving you writhing between Jack and the rough bark of the tree.

Your mind went blank as you rode out the waves of pleasure, letting the blissful feeling take over as you shook against the nephilim.

You were unsure how long it was before you came back to the real world, but when the fog of pleasure finally cleared enough for you to think, Jack had dropped his face to your shoulder again and was crying out as he reached his own peak.

His cock throbbed inside you, each pulsating twitch sending hot cum spurting against your walls as they clenched down on him. You milked Jack for all he had, and before long his sloppy thrusts had stilled, leaving the two of you reveling in the sensation of his seed filling you, sliding past his cock and dripping down your thighs as he trembled and moaned against you.

As Jack rode out his orgasm, his head fell to your shoulder and you could feel him smile against you. “Do you think they could hear us through the tent?” he chuckled, and before you could reply, the mildly annoyed and somewhat amused voices of Dean and Castiel answered for you.

“We can.”

“We absolutely can”

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