#I barely remembered to open the camera and Misha had to flip the front camera on

[mcavoy-girl]

[ruined-by-destiel]

Making Memories (part 9)

Summary: Misha finds some boxes full of childhood objects in the attic.

Words: 1.1k

Misha x Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

Day 9: Decorating the tree/house

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You had the next week off for Christmas, so you slept in a little more than usual that morning. You woke up a little after 11, pulling on one of Misha’s hoodies and making your way downstairs when something in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

The door leading up to the attic was slightly open, light seeping out from inside. You furrowed your brow, pulling your sleeves further up your hands as you headed up the stairs.

Before you reached the top, you could already make out Misha’s figure, hunched over something you could only tell was quite large. You folded your arms, the cooler air nipping at your bare feet, as you neared him.

“What are you doing up here?”

Misha stood up straight, turning to look at you. “Hey. I forgot I had some boxes up here my mom sent a while back.” He kissed your cheek before taking a seat next to the huge box. “Thought I’d see if any of our old Christmas decorations are here.”

You sat down next to him, helping pull of the tape. He pulled back the flaps and smiled, pulling out the top most item. “Oh geez.”

You stifled a laugh when you saw what he was holding. It was a picture of Misha as a kid, sitting in front of a child-sized Christmas tree, grinning toothily at the camera as he clutched a small present to his chest.

“How old are you in this?” You took the picture from his hand, running your fingers over the worn frame.

“Five, I think?” He rummaged through the box. “I remember that tree, though. My mom bought it at a discount store that year because we couldn’t afford a bigger one.”

“You were adorable,” you set the picture aside and peeked inside the box. “Still are, too.”

Misha shook his head, laughing as he continued to pull things out. Something glinted in the corner and you pulled it out, a soft “aww” escaping your lips when you got a better look.

It was a snow globe ornament, complete with “snow” on the inside and everything. In the center stood a tiny doll, with Misha’s face taped over the head. In messy handwriting, on the side of the base, was “Merry Christmas,” and on the bottom, in the same handwriting, “Dmitri Krushnic, 1982.”

“You were what, eight?” You handed the ornament to Misha, who laughed when he saw what you were talking about.

“Yeah, second grade. We all made these to take home to hang on the tree.” He shook the globe a couple times, watching the scraps of paper inside rise and fall quickly. “Eight-year olds should not be entrusted with glue.”

You smiled, digging back into the box as he started opening another box. “Hey, what’s this?”

Misha looked up at the book you were holding. His smile dropped. “She didn’t.”

“Who didn’t what?”

“My mom. She did not keep that.” Misha reached for the book but you held it out of his reach. “Y/N, give it to me.”

You smiled, confused. “What, what is it?”

Misha scrunched his nose, running a hand through his hair. “It’s, erm, well, it’s my first journal. From when I was nine.”

You gasped, standing up. “Misha Collins had a diary? And I have it? Here,” you waved the book in the air, “in my hands?”

“Y/N, no- shit,” Misha scrambled to his feet as you ran down the stairs, flipping through the pages as you read out loud.

“Today at school, Nancy saw me writing during lunch. She said only girls are allowed to have diaries and boys who have them are sissies. Nancy is stupid.” You stopped for a moment in the hallway, watching Misha hurry down the steps. “This Nancy sounds like a real bitch.”

“Y/N-”

You ran downstairs and into the kitchen, standing behind the island as you flipped to another page. “Sasha is stupid. He doesn’t even know how to spell right yet.” You laughed. “Harsh words, Dmitri.”

Misha jumped the last two stairs and finally reached you, bracing his arms on the island. “Give it back.”

“Are you kidding me? This is gold.” You turned the page. “God, I have to call Jared and Jensen later. They’re gonna have a field day.”

Misha darted around the island just as you ran the other way, making a beeline to the living room.

“Ooooh, this one has something about a girl in your class. Who’s Em-” you were cut off as Misha lunged towards you, both of you landing on the couch.

You squirmed under Misha, laughing as he tried to pry the journal from your grip. He finally yanked it out of your hands, throwing it across the room, both of you gasping for breath.

He took a deep breath, smiling down at you. “You’re crazy.”

You giggled, trying to push him off you. “Come on, it’s stupid kid stuff. Now, if you’d had a diary when you were a teenager, that I would like to see.”

“Don’t worry, it’s probably in a box somewhere.” Your eyes widened and Misha immediately regretted saying anything. “No, you are not-”

“To the attic!” You tried to jump up, but Misha was still laying on top of you. You grunted as you tried again, unsuccessfully, to get him off.

He shook his head, kissing your cheek. “We’re going back up, but only because I want to show you what I was unpacking until you started exposing my deepest, darkest secrets.

You hummed as he stood, pulling you up with him. You held onto his hand as you walked up to the attic, and he led you to a smaller box next to the one you’d been looking through.

From the box, he pulled out the tree from the picture you’d seen earlier, adjusting the branches so they stuck out more.

“You kept it?”

Misha nodded, handing you the tree as he picked up the box. “Ever since mom got it for us.” You followed him downstairs and into the living room, where he set the box down near the fireplace.

He took the tree back and set it on the mantle. “Here, put these on.”

He handed you some tiny ornaments from inside the box, the two of you hooking them on the tree until you didn’t have any left.

You touched the top of the tree. “Do you have a star?”

“No,” Misha pulled one last item from the box, “but I have this.”

He placed the miniature angel on top of the tree, then stepping back to admire it. You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“It’s perfect.”

Misha smiled to himself, hugging you back. “Yeah. It is.”

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[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 10

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies, @wayward-mirage, @daddy-kink-confirmed, @aquivercactus

The rest of the weekend went off without any hitches, Thank Chuck.     Jeffrey was standing next to me at the airport as we prepared to bored the plane back to Los Angeles for the week. Jeff didn't have anything scheduled so he was going to be staying with me until the next convention the next weekend. I couldn't contain my nerves as we stood waiting in the line.

   "What're you doing, hon?" He quirked an eyebrow as he looked down to where I was bouncing in my shoes.

   I steadied myself for a moment and pushed my large aviators further up my nose as I lifted my head, "You're gonna be at my house."

"And?"

"I'm pretty sure my house is trashed."

   Jeffrey chuckled and looked forward as he threw his arm around my shoulder and curled me into his side, "I'm pretty sure I'll be okay."

   "You gotta help me clean." I nervously bit the sleeve of the his hoodie I had stolen.

"I'm sure that won't be a problem." he chuckled again, squeezing me close.

"Good."

   My house wasn't as bad as I remembered when we got there. Just dirty dishes and laundry everywhere, thankfully. I cleaned the kitchen as Jeff helped pick up my dirty laundry and throw it into the washer for me. Once everything was tidy I set about figuring out something for dinner.

   "I have everything to make speghetti if you want." I said, standing in front of the cabinent with the door open.

   "Mmmm, I would love some." Jeff rasped, coming up behind me and leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder and kiss my neck.

   I leaned back against him with my eyes closed for a moment, enjoying his scent and the feeling of him around me. He snaked one of his hands that were rested on my hipbones around to splay across my whole stomach as he nipped at my jawline with a grin on his face. I smirked myself as I brought my hands to where his were, pressing myself completely against his tall lean body.    He stepped foward  and pushed me against the counter as he pushed his frame against my back, lips returning to my neck in open mouthed kisses. The pleading whimpers left my lips before I could protest, mixing with his heavy breaths and almost silent groans that came from his throat with a rumble. He rocked into me against the countertop, making my breaht hitch as his hand traveled south towards the waist band of my pajama pants that I had been in all day.

   "You been teasing me all day, you know." He grumbled, fingertips tracing the small sliver of exposed skin btween my waistband and the hem of my shirt. He pushed forward again, rutting the crotch of his worn blue jeans against my ass, making me almost bed over the counter top to allow him access.

  "Jeff," I breathed, voice caught in my throat as my whole body started tingling for his touch.

   "Hmmm? What honey?" He hummed, hand trailing lower as his finger tips dipped under the elastic.

"What're....you...doing?"

   "Shh, Sweetheart, don't worry about it." I could feel his mouth turn into a smile as his tongue danced over the tip of my ear. I closed my eyes as his hand finally reached it's destination and a caloused fingertip swirled its way through my slit.

"Jeff,"

"Hmmm?" He groaned through where his teeth had found a spot on my neck

"Fuck."

   "We'll get there eventually, babe, no rush," He chuckled as he continued to move his finger over my sensitive bulb. Fire crackers went off behind my eyelids after I couldn't keep them open any longer. We stood there with him pressed up against me for an unmeasured amount of time, him rolling my clit between his fingers as he pushed himself against me, and me being a blubbering moaning mess until my legs finally gave out as my orgasm exploaded through my body and he had to hold me up. The sound that came out of my mouth was primal and needy, and my body convulsed until he finally slowed down and retracted his hand from my panties as the tingling subsided.

   "Fuck." I said again, panting against the cool grantite of the counter. With a low chuckle he bent over me and craned forward to kiss my cheek, 

"Speghetti, baby?"

   "I swear girl, Misha's gonna be needing an assistant soon, I'm hiring you to cook all my meals." Jeff praised as he rubbed his full belly.

   "Please, it's not that good." I blushed, looking down as I twirled the final few strands of noodles on my fork.

"Woman, I've eaten speghetti from fucking Italy and it didn't taste this good."

"Liar" I insisted, rolling my eyes. 

"Never to you."

   I redened again as I stood up and gathered our plates, he gave my ass a swat when I turned around from picking up his plate, which earned him an eye-roll as I walked towards the kitchen.    He lifted himself from his chair at the table to wander over to the living room and plop down on the couch with the remote. I smiled to myself at how he looked like he was meant to be there- bare feet propped up on the coffee table, wearing a light cotton shirt and low-slung ACDC pajama bottoms, flipping through channels with his arm resting over the back of the couch, waiting for me to join him. The butterflies in my throat returned at the idea of him wanting me to join him to cuddle on the couch, and I smiled harder as I went to the fridge and pulled two beers out for us before padding over to him.    "What's got you smiling, hon?" He asked as he looked up at me when I handed him his beer. 

   I shook my head a little as I curled up beside him with my own bottle, leaning my head in the crook of his arm and shoulder as I took a sip before answering, 

"You."    "Well I'm glad I can provide." He chuckled as he removed his long arm from the back of the sofa to wrap around my petite body, tucking me closer to him while he still searched for something for us to watch, eventually settling on Pirates of The Caribbean.    I fell asleep during the middle of it, and when he noticed he carried me to the bed and curled up behind me as exhaustion from the weekend took over.

   "Uh, babe, we got a slight problem," I heard the next morning as I felt my shoulder being shook, jarring me from my perfect slumber. "What?" I growled, not wanting to be woken up yet. "Come look outside." He replied, pulling the covers off of me.    With an irritated groan I opened my eyes, rubbing them as I threw my feet over the side of the bed and made my way to the bedroom window. Moving the curtain, I could see what Jeffrey was talking about: About 10-12 obvious reporters were on the street below my apartment, cameras at the ready pointed directly to the window I was looking out of. 

   "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I whined, flipping the paparazzi the middle finger as one of them took a picture.    "They must have seen us come in last night." He assumed, rubbing both his hands over his face before scratching at his beard.    "Or someone tipped them off." I narrowed my eyes as I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower.    "So what are we going to do about this?" I asked as I started the spray and began to undress. Jeffrey ventured his way to the door frame and leaned against it, watching me as I stepped into the tub.    "What do you wanna do about it? Your brother didn't really give us any time to prepare for this."    I narrowed my eyes at the wall as I worked shampoo through my tresses, "I'm going to fucking kill him for that too, ya know."    I was finishing rinsing my hair out when I felt him behind me, his huge hands gliding down my slick rib cage and thighs. He bent down and rubbed his scruff against my sensitive neck, enticing a moan from my lungs. 

   "So fucking breath taking," He mumbled as his lips met my skin, "Always so fucking gorgeous."    I closed my eyes and leaned against him again, his hardness pressing against my ass as he swayed against me. He let his fingers trail back up my sides to my breasts, hardening my nipples as his finger tips danced over them. "Mmmm, Jeffrey." I panted, heat collecting itself between my legs.    "Yeah, I like when you sound like that." He breathed back, bending his knees more and pushing his dick between my thighs to rub against my slick. He let out a long groan at the sensation as his teeth met my shoulder. My knees nearly buckled as the tip ground into my clit, but Jeffrey thankfully held me steady against him and continued to push between my thighs. His hands groped and kneaded at my chest and his teeth moved from my shoulder to my neck to my jaw, coaxing me to turn my head to meet his mouth in a hungry kiss. He let one hand roam down the flat of my stomach to push me back against him as he thrust forward. I could feel him push against my entrace with every grind of his hips, then slide past and bump into the sensitive nerves that sent shockwaves through my whole body. The water was mixing with the wetness in a way that made everything slick between my legs, and I lifted myself on my tip toes to allow him better access to my core.    He slowed the movement of his hips slightly as he let the hand on my stomach move further south while pulling his other hand from my breast and wrapping it across my chest. His finger tips danced lower until he reached my clit and began to gently rub it. Static flowed through my limbs at the intensity and I felt my climax crawl from my core and spread throughout my veins as I practically screamed his name as he held onto me to keep me from slipping. He lightened his touch with his fingers but continued the rocking of his hips, chasing his own release. I squeezed my legs together to increase the friction for him that pulled a gutteral growl from his throat as his nails dug into their place on my shoulder. "More," I begged, not knowing exactly what I wanted more of.    He returned his fingers to swirl over the oversensitive nerves before pulling my legs apart a little to allow him to dip furter to circle around my entrance. My breathing hitched as my nerves flared, anticipating the previous pain. I was suprised that there was only a minimal burning sensation as he gently pushed his index finger into me to the first knuckle.    "Holy fuck, doll." Jeffrey groaned as he felt my mucsles contract around his fingertip, hips stuttering for a second as a new flood of arousal shook through him. I could feel him thicken between my thighs as he wiggled his finger slightly, adjusting his hand so his thumb could rest against my clit as he breathed staggard breaths into my neck.    "More," I repeated, and he gently pushed in to the second knuckle, the both of us letting out a long moan of pleasure at the same time as he pumped in slowly in and out of me.    I could feel the ograsmic sensations returning quickly, the aftershocks of my previous release still not fully calmed before his movements were sending me into another frenzy.    "Make me take it, Jeff." I rasped as I felt myself tip over the edge. My words earned me something that can only be described as a roar as he thrust the rest of his long finger deep inside me as my vision went white. I could feel his body shake against mine and his teeth bite down harshly against my shoulder as he pushed into my thighs one finally time, the head of his dick poking through my legs and spraying his come into the water still falling down my body to be washed away. He continued to pump his finger inside of me as I felt the pressure rise again before the after shocks ever had a chance to wear off. "Fuck....Jeff.....F-f-fuck...Jeff!..." were the only words that I knew at that moment.    "Raaaaah! Yes!....Fuck!.....Yes, baby girl, come....So fucking tight....Yes, let me feel you...." He groaned as he felt the spasm of my inner muscles spasm around his finger as he thrust in and out of me. He held me tight as I let a hoarsening scream rip through my vocal cords, my whole body shivering against his as one of the most furious orgasms of my life exploaded through my insides.    I dropped my head in time to see his second release pour onto my thighs and drip down my legs into the stream of steamy water. As I came down from my high he slowly and carefully pulled his finger out of me, the sudden empty feeling bringing a whimper to my lips. He rested his forhead against the back of my neck as he brought both hands to my hips to pull him self from between my thighs.    "Jesus Christ, woman. If just this is this amazing I can't fathom what it will be like with my dick in you." He panted, trying to steady his breathing.    I let a giggle out as I turned around to face him, his forhead meeting with mine as he held a arm out behind me to lean up against the wall by the shower head. We stood there for a minute to catch our breath.    "I actually have a doctor's appointment tomorrow," I stated as I slipped out of his arms to allow him access to the spray. He stepped up immediately and wet his face and hair, eyes scrunched shut against the water as he nodded his reply. 

   Once we were out of the shower and decent, him in low slung black cargo shorts and a faded band T, me in just a black tank top, one of my brother’s flannels, and blue jean shorts. I scribbled some eyeliner on my face and we set about figureing out what were were going to do with the photographers out side my window.    "Let's just give them something to take a picture of." He chuckeld, opening the balcony door with a cigarette between his lips as he waved me over. I rolled my eyes but joined him, stealing a smoke of my own from his pack and lighting as we both leaned against the railing of the porch and looked down onto the street.    "There they are!" someone immediately shouted and all attention was turned to us. Jeffrey waved down at them with a chuckle, I flipped them off with a scowl.    "Babe, be nice," he laughed, tilting his head towards me as he took a drag from his cigarette.    "I'm going to kill my brother." I repeated my words from earlier, exhaling my own smoke at the same time.    Jeff turned to face me and leaned his side up against the railing, still very concious of the cameras as he pulled me closer to him by the hip by the hand not holding his cigarette. I turned my head away from him to take another drag as he nestled his nose into my temple, humming in my ear while he did it. I could tell the popperazi were eating it up as there were many "aww, kiss her, Jeff, kiss hers!" being yelled from below.    I sighed as I turned my body back to face the railing and leaned over slightly to yell, "If I kiss him, will ya'll go the fuck away?"    Jeffrey laughed and shook his head, scratching his beard with his tongue between his teeth as he smiled at me, "You're fucking crazy." "Yes! Yes! One kiss!" They all started shouting back at me.    Jeffrey chuckled again and took my cigarette from my fingers, stumping them both out in the ashtray before returning his attention to me. He leaned down with my face in his hands and nuzzled my nose for a second with a cheeky smile across his face, obviously showing off, before pulling me to his lips. My own smile took over as he began kissing my mouth over and over again in little chaste nips. I knew the group of reporters would be eating it up, so I snaked my hand around his neck and pulled him in deeper, shoving my tongue down his throat as he bent me backwards and moved his hands from my face to my back. There was a collective of shouts and cat calls before we finally separated. As promised, they all screamed their thanks before wandering off down the road. 

"Vultures," I muttered, relighting the rest of my cigarette. 

   "So I'm basically a fucking virgin again is what the doctor said," I told Jeffrey over the phone on my way back to my apartment after my appointment. "That's fucking hot." He rasped through the line. I rolled my eyes.    "Of course you think so. You don't have to go through the pain of losing it again." I huffed in irritation as I made my way onto the highway, "Uggghhh, speed the fuck up, asshole. Californians don't know how to fucking drive!"    "Calm down, hon, don't kill anyone. And it didn't hurt me my first time, kinda a perk of having a dick." he chucked back. "This is fucking ridiculous." I murmured, rolling my eyes. "It'll be fine, love. Calm down." "I was talking about the fucking traffic, Jeffrey." I snapped.    "Sure you were. No need to get pissy with me, short stack. You know I'll take care of you."    "Who said my second first time will be with you?" I teased, venom obviously fading from my voice. "Huh. Well, I guess I'll just pack up all my-" "Shut the fuck up, Jeffrey, you know I'm talking shit." "And you know I'm only joking. You're stuck with me, girl, remember?"    "Not a bad place to be stuck, if you ask me." I smirked, finally reaching my exit as the traffic lifted, eyeing the In and Out near the intersection, "Food?" "Yes 'mam. Hamburger with extra onions, please."    "Gross, you'r brushing your teeth before kissing me after this." I whined, pulling into the drive through. 

   The rest of the week was filled with me working overtime on Gishwes registrations while Jeffrey puttered around my apartment entertaining himself. I felt bad that I couldn't give him more attention, but with it being the final stretch before registration closed, I was basically swamped with emails and phone calls between myself, Darius, and Misha. I barely had time to cook us dinner by the time I was done every night before crashing from exhaustion. Jeff surprised me with his patience and understanding, reassuring me every time I would apologize that he was perfectly fine.    Soon enough it was time for us to head off to New Orleans for the next convention, and naturally while we were standing in line for gate check with Misha we were swarmed with fans wanting pictures with him and Jeff. One fan girl in particular irked the hell out of me when she immediately shoved her camera into my chest and insisted I take a picture of her and her 'husband' with a sarcastic laugh. I huffed a chuckle and plastered a smile on my face through a clenched jaw as I watched her slither her arm around Jeff's waist and her hand into his back pocket, smug smirk on her face. My eye brow quirked itself up automatcially and Jeffrey, seeing this, quirked his own look at me, mentally willing me to calm myself before I clobbered the stupid bitch. I took the picture and he leaned down to give her a good bye hug and she, to everyone's suprise but her own, grabbed his face with both her hands and pulled his face to hers in a loud smacking kiss.    "Mmmm, you taste like sex," She moaned loudly, shifting her eyes to smirk at me. 

   Jeffrey got the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he nodded towards me, "You should thank my woman for that, that's her that you're tastin', darling." 

   Misha and I immediately busted out into a belly-clutching laughing fit as the woman huffed her way over to me. I tossed her the camera, a little haphazardly with no regret, and gave her a wink before she trotted off wiping her lips with the back of her hand.    "That was fucking material right there." Misha bellowed as he threw his arm around Jeffrey's shoulder, "Jesus Christ, man, that's gonna be on twitter by the time we get through this line."    I wiped my face of the tears that had sprang due to my laughter as I stepped up to rest my forehead on Jeff's sternum, still chuckling.    "You're gonna need to rinse your mouth out before I think about kissing you again, Mr. J" I said as I looked up to him. He immediately sported a frown before flailing his arms and legs like a child in the beginning of a tantrum.    "How the fuck old are you, Jeffrey Dean?" I scolded with a smirk as I grabbed his hand and drug him through the gate and onto the plane. 

"I mean I guess she's pretty at least." "Look at him not even paying attention to her" "She's got that bitchy face, I bet she's a cunt." "I heard that she cheated on her ex boyfriend with him"    I glared up from behind my laptop with narrowed eyes at the line of fans that were mumbling among themselves as they ventured towards Jeffrey. I was sitting behind him against the curtain working. He had persuaded me to join him since we hadn't seen each other for a lot of the weekend, me bustling Misha around and making sure he got where he needed to be, and Jeff thrown everywhere else.    Jeffrey obviously heard them as well, prompting him to turn to face me and beam, "How's work going, baby doll? Saving the rain forest yet?"

   A rotten smile covered my scowl immediately as I replied sarcastically, "Trying to, honey bunch!" The first girl approached and rolled her eyes at me as Jeff turned to face her. "Hi there! What's your name?" he asked, a fake smile of his own plastered on. "A-A-Amanda," The girl stuttered, suddenly nervous. "More like 'a man, duh'." I mumbled, eyes refocusing to the screen in my lap.    Jeffrey turned back to me with a chuckle, "Now kitten, I'm sure you don't want this lovely girl to think all those rude things she said about you are true,"    I quirked my eyebrow at him then, "Of course not, Mr. J, but you know what they say,  you are what you look like."    He rolled his eyes at me before facing the girl again, taking the picture she wanted him to sign and ripping it into pieces.    "Word of advice, Ms. Amanda? You get more flies with honey than you do with vinegar," he got up and stood on top of his chair with a loud whistle, surprising everyone, including me. 

   "Listen the fuck up. Right now. I know some of you ladies, and a few of you gentlemen," he chuckled and scratched at his beard before continuing to bellow across the room, "don't like my fucking girlfriend. Guess what? Too fucking bad. Most of you have been supportive, and I love the shit out of you for that, but from now on, for the ones who can't keep their big fat fucking mouths shut, like this little group of jealous bitches right here," he gestured to the group of girls who had been mouthing off, "will be getting told the fuck off, and if Kylin here wants to beat the fuck out of you, well," he chuckled again, looking down at me in pure adoration, "I ain't gonna be the one to stop her."    The crowd erupted in applause, save for the few who were obviously embarrassed by being called out in front of everyone, including the celebrities. The row of actors and other guests that sat behind the line, everyone from Jensen and Jared to Rob and Rich, were all standing and applauding as well, Richard screaming inaudible as loudly as possible. Jeffrey jumped down from his seat and took the laptop from me before pulling me up into his arms and planting a wet kiss to my lips as my face immediately turned bright red. I was so overwhelmed with a new emotion that I couldn't stop my eyes from watering. "Thank you, Jeffrey." I whispered against his lips as he pulled away from me. "Anytime, Sweetheart." 

"So we've got another slight problem." Jeffrey rasped through his end of the phone line. "And what's that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspision as I lay on my couch eating ice cream in fron of the T.V. "Well, my publicist called me, she's pissed about me freaking out on everyone ." He had flown back to New York for the week after the New Orleans convention, having been scheduled to appear on one of the morning talk shows filmed there. There had been plenty of rambling through social media about his little 'outburst', even a couple people caputured video that was quickly uploaded to every different platform available. The response was mostly positive and lots of people were defending him, but it still came as no suprise that his PR lady was having a mild caniption. "Sooo, what are you gonna do about it?" I asked, licking my spoon of creamy goodness. "Try not to make another ass out of my self on live televison I guess." He chuckled with a sigh. "Hard for you to do, Mr. J" I smirked "Fuck you, little one, I can be sweet, you'll see." He drawled, voice deep and teasing. I huffed a laugh in reply as I took another bite from the carton. "Alright, I've gotta go. Work calls." He said when he heard his name being called for something. "Talk to you soon, handsome, I....miss you." I silently facepalmed myself at the words that almost came out of my mouth. 'what in the fuck' Thankfully Jeffrey either didn't notice or ignored it, because he simply responded with "Miss you too, girl." before hanging up the phone.

"So Jeffrey, your face has been all over everything online this week, hasn't it?" Kelly Ripa laughed sarcastically, earning her a blush from Jeffrey immediately. "Yeah..." He grimaced, shrugging his shoulders innocently with his tongue between his teeth. "But you were defending your ladies honor!" "I was trying to" he chuckled, scratching his beard nervously. "So what happened, what's the story? Well, first off, let's find out who is your girlfriend, Jeffrey?" She inquired, shifting in her seat to prop her chin on her knuckle as she looked at him. Jeffrey blushed again, looking down and shaking his head before he faced her, "Ha, my girlfriend's name is Kylin, uh, she's...I met her through Jensen from Supernatural, she's his...ha...baby sister." "Whooooooo" came from the audience as Kelly made a surprised 'o' face. 

“I bet you Dean Winchester is pretty protective of his baby sister, huh?”

“Oh, he definately is” He laughed. "So why did you snap at the fans?" She asked the obvious question "Well, you see," Jeffrey cleared his throat, sitting up straighter in his chair as he explained, "Kylin and I obviously have a significant age difference, she's quite a bit younger than me." More 'whoo's' from the audience, "And so people are gonna talk. They say she's a gold digger, a bitch because she doesn't like cameras stuck in her face twenty-four-seven like they've been trying to, they talk crap because she's not what they consider 'beautiful enough' or 'good enough' for me. She has to deal with a lot of crap, and she's been through enough crap in her life that she doesn't deserve that. She’s the most kind hearted soul in the planet, but she’s just a little misfit like me. People don’t know half the awesome things she’s apart of." "That's so sweet. How long have you two been seeing each other?" "A few months now," Jeffrey answered the best he could with having to account for the month we spent apart after my drunken freak out. He nodded his head in thought. "Do you love her?" The question hit him off guard, and his eyes widened quickly as he turned to her, smacking his hand on the table in surprise. "Uh, um...." He couldn't help the embarrasing laughter that followed, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose and lifting his glasses up. 

He eventually just took them off and covered his face for a moment as he continued laughing, scrubbing his face finally to help contain himself, buying him a minute to figure out how to answer.

"Well, Kelly, uh.... I haven't told her in person yet and I'm pretty sure she's watching this right now, but.. uh, yeah. I do. She's amazing and I love her." He beamed, turning to the camera to wink before following up with, "She's probably gonna kill me now though." Everyone in the audience applauded, and Kelly hugged Jeffrey's neck as they went to commercial. I sat on my couch with my carton of melted ice cream in complete shock.

part 11 coming 8/24/17! Let me know if you wanna be tagged :)

[wildefiction]

Of Course...Mr. Collins

SIX

Blinking rapidly, you shook your head. Hands gripped the steering wheel in front of you, the sun washing through the windshield. You realized you were sitting in your driveway; how had you gotten home? This happened sometimes, you’d get in your car and end up at your destination with no real recollection of actually driving.

Stifling a yawn, you shove your key into the deadbolt securing your apartment and are immediately assaulted by the cats you’d left the day before. With how they complained, you’d have thought they hadn’t seen you in a year. “You guys are as bad as dogs, you know that?” Green eyes blinked up at you owlishly before they stalked off, tails twitching in annoyance.

Whispers invaded the edges of your dream, and, try as you might the figures became fuzzy before disappearing altogether. The effort of lifting your heavy lids prevented you from recognizing the person standing at the foot of your bed and you startled, sitting up too fast for the second time in as many days. Stomach lurching, you groaned as the contents swirled for a moment before settling again.

“Ugh, FINALLY!” Cringing as the light was flipped on, your voiced cracked; throat dry. 

“What time is it?” Handing you a glass of water, your sister bounded onto your bed and you had to hold the drink up in the air to keep the cool liquid from sloshing over the sides. 

“It’s five.” “Get up, we’re going out!” With her intentions made clear, the woman next to you let out an inhuman noise, marking her excitement, before rolling off the bed sideways, the cats trailing behind in hopes of dinner as she left the room.

Shuffling out several minutes later, you laughed under your breath as you noticed your sister perched on your couch, wiggling with too much excitement. 

“What?” 

“So uh, I got an interesting call at..oh...2:45 this morning.” 

Grimacing, you dismissed her, a hand covering your face as you sifted through the fridge; suddenly ravenous. 

“Oh yeah?” Feigning interest only got you so far. 

“Yeah, from your new boss.” “You really need to tell me everything, and don’t you DARE gloss over the good stuff.” 

Tilting her head back, she tossed a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth, which earned a slight smile from you, a sigh of defeat sounding as you nodded in acquiescence.

Folding your legs beneath you, you sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to settle for anything but a full account of what had happened the day before.

Recounting the events took less time than you expected, and after asking clarifying questions, a smile spread across her face. 

“When Misha called me this morning from your phone I thought it was you somehow playing a prank on me. I yelled at him and was calling bullshit the entire time until he sent me this.” 

Unlocking her own phone, she scrolled through her texts, finding the one she wanted. Turning the device around, you smiled and groaned as you saw the picture. You were curled up on Misha’s couch, his face framed next to yours on the screen. The man had just met you and he was already looking out for your well being as you vaguely remembered him gently, but firmly steering you away from his front door.

“SO, like I said earlier, we’re going out to celebrate you lucky bitch!”

You couldn’t even see your sister, her head was buried so far in the closet as she rummaged through your belongings. Her muffled voice drifted from the rows of clothing; “Wear this!” 

You scoffed as she pulled a mini skirt from the depths. You’d forgotten you had that to be honest. It’d been years since you’d worn anything even remotely resembling club wear. 

“I’m a little old for that, don’t ya think?” 

“HAH! Don’t be such an old lady - put it on!” 

Snatching it from her grasp, you narrowed your eyes at the jab before turning from her. Stepping into the garment, you grumbled again, complaining that it barely covered your ass. Turning, you grimaced when you saw yourself in the full length mirror hung on your wall. When you moved to tug at the hem, your sister slapped at your hands “leave it alone, you look great.” 

Pulling a distressed AC/DC tank top from a drawer, she threw it at you as she turned to find her own clothes. 

“You do know it’s November, right?” 

“Yeah, so? We’re gonna be drinking and dancing, you’re gonna get overheated, just like you always do.” 

You couldn’t deny her logic. Knowing she was right, but not wanting to admit it, you pulled the shirt over your head.

A frigid winter breeze whipped around your legs as you stepped from your car that evening. For a Saturday night, you had been pleasantly surprised to find parking downtown. Glaring over at your sister, you scoffed at her choice of skinny jeans and a halter top. 

“How come you got to wear pants?” 

She merely laughed at you, waving off your protests as she grabbed your hand, pulling open the door of Toro de Fuego, your first stop for the evening. 

“These guys have the best nachos, you have to try them!” 

An enormous black, wrought iron and glass bull statue stood in the middle of the room, a roaring fire flickering around it’s hooves. With a friendly greeting, a woman in a tight black dress led you to one of the many tables clustered around the massive beast. She handed out menus as you lowered yourself into one of the chairs, conscious of how very short your skirt was.

“We’ll have two orders of your awesome nachos, and I’d like a shot of whatever tequila you recommend.” Smiling, the waiter turned his head to you, silently asking for your drink order. 

“Uhm, iced te--” 

“Oh no, no you don’t. Make that two shots please.” Smiling, the man took your menus, nodding towards your sister before bustling away to fill the order. 

“Come on, you know what happens when I drink tequila,” you whined. You swore her eyes sparkled as she nodded her comprehension. 

Folding her hands on the table before her, she laughed. “I know exactly what happens, which is precisely why I ordered it for you. You need to loosen up a bit, ya prude.”

Stuffing another chip into your mouth, your eyes closed in bliss as the combination of beef, cheese and olives assaulted your senses. After the first shot of tequila, your apprehension had started to let up, and now after your second, you were laughing, completely giddy. 

“I can’t believe my new boss is Misha fucking Collins!” Squealing, you slapped at your sister, who chuckled under her breath. 

“Fuckin’ lucky bitch.” “C’mon, let’s head over to The Kiwi.” Throwing a few twenties down on the table, you pushed out from your chair, teetering only slightly as you wrapped your arm through your sisters, smiling as the two of you left the restaurant.

The Kangaroo and Kiwi was a bar down the street. Housed in an old library building, the multi-story establishment, aside from the sprawling bar, had converted the entire second level into a game room. Making your way to the back end of the first floor, your sister pulled her hand out of yours, shouting that she was going to find a table while you got drinks.

She watched as you threaded your way through through the few groups of people who’d accumulated. To call the walnut-stained structure a table was certainly an understatement, but she laid claim to two of the barstools surrounding the tabletop anyhow. Barely wide enough to support a couple of drink glasses, your sister folded her jacket and draped it over the back of her chair before sitting. Smirking, she pulled out her phone, bringing up the camera as she noticed you leaning against the bar, waiting on your drinks.

‘Having a great time celebrating [Y/F/N]’s new position! #girlsnight, #kangaroonkiwi, #drinksallround.’ Posting the update to social media, she put her phone down on the table just as you were returning, chilled cocktails held in each hand.

The raucous laughter intensified as the bar began to fill. At ten o’clock, most every table was now full, the melodic sounds of celtic rock floating over your head had you swaying in your chair. You loved this feeling, the slight buzz resulting from your third drink had plastered a perma-grin on your face. Chin resting in one hand, you stared out into space, seeing nothing but the memories of the previous night flitting through your mind. 

“ ‘Scuse me gehls, I couna ‘elp bet notice yer sittin’ here all alone. Ma naems’ Galen, will ye dance wi me?”

The man standing before you smiled, rich copper hair falling over his bright eyes. You grinned, about to decline when you felt a vice grip around your bare thigh. Leaning into your sister, you whispered into her hair “you’re staring, love.” 

Turning back to the gentleman standing before you, you smiled “I’m okay, but my sister would love to.” 

A small, strangled sound escaped her as the man turned bright green eyes to her, a slow smile spreading across his features. Holding out a hand for your sister, you laughed to yourself as he led her away, a worried expression shot at you over her shoulder as they disappeared into the crowd.

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Vicki had left early that morning for a guest lecture assignment at a University in California. Shortly after [Y/F/N] had left, Misha had driven her to the airport; dropping the kids off at their grandparents house for the night. While he was often away from home for work, rarely did he have a quiet night to himself with no responsibilities. Clicking the power button on the remote control in his hand, he tossed it on the coffee table in front of him. 

Yawning, he rubbed his hands over his face and stretched. Picking up his phone from the couch next to him, he opened his Instagram feed, mindlessly scrolling through the images posted by his friends and followers. It had taken him only a minute to find your dash and he smiled as he scrolled through your pictures, clicking the follow button. His breath hitched in his throat as the feed updated, the picture your sister had posted now prominently displayed in front of him. 

“Fuuuuccckk” he groaned under his breath. In the black and white image, you appeared to be laughing while ordering drinks. Bent over the top of a busy bar, people flocked on either side of you. Your long [Y/H/C] cascaded in soft waves down your back, brushing the top of the mini skirt you wore. The lighting in the bar was dim, and the filters blurred the people around you, highlighting long legs as they stretched from beneath the fringe of material barely covering your ass.

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Your sister returned from her dance, breathless, a sheen of sweat clinging to her forehead. The wide grin spread over her face evidence of the fun she'd had with Galen.

Seeing your phone vibrate on the table-top, you lifted the device into your hand, pulling your gaze from your sister to take a swallow of your drink as you looked down at the notification.

Swiping the screen to check the text message, confusion rolled through your eyes as you noticed it was from Misha. Flicking your gaze up to the time in the corner, you saw that it was approaching midnight.

“Hey babe, miss you already, can’t wait to see you on Monday.”

Babe?” Gods he was a tease. Noting the multi-media message, you assumed it was a picture of Misha, but you nearly choked on your drink when your screen lit up, the soft glow illuminating your shocked expression in the darkness of the room.

A shirtless Misha stretched the length of the frame, sharp hip bones framing the thick cock gripped in his hand. Unconsciously, your thighs snapped together as you clutched the phone to your chest, your heart thudding frantically. 

A strangled cry and the coughing that resulted caught your sister’s attention and her eyes narrowed “You uh, you okay hun?” 

Your eyes widened, mouth hanging open in shock as you lifted your gaze to your sister’s face. Unintelligible noises fell from your lips as she came around to your side of the table, looking down at the screen you held clutched in your hands. 

“Ho-Oh! Who sent tha--oh fuck! Uh. Wow. You, uh, you sure nothing happened last night?” 

Her eyes flicked back and forth between you and the image clutched in your shaky hands.

“Wha-what do I do?!” You were flailing a bit now, trying to calm your frantic pulse. Snatching the phone from your hands, your sister hit reply, typing out a message before hitting the send button. 

“There, taken care of!” Looking down at the sent messages, you paled upon seeing what she’d written:

“Babe? Really?! You’re killing me right now. Tease.”

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Misha, concerned, glanced at the notification. “Why is [Y/F/N] texting me?” Flicking open the message, confusion chased over his features as he read the text. Scrolling back through his sent notes, he was about to ask for clarification when he saw it...

Fingers deftly moved over his keyboard, and he hit send before scrambling off the couch, running his hand through his hair.

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You jumped as the phone buzzed in your hand, hesitant as you opened the message:

“Fuck.”

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He’d meant to send that to Vicki. She was his assistant for fuck’s sake, what was she going to think now?

Grabbing the phone he'd abandoned, he clicked on Vicky’s contact image before highlighting the green call button. It was after midnight but he had to ask her what to do.

She answered on the fourth ring, sleep laced through her breathless voice. “Mish, babe, what's wrong?”

When he'd finished recounting the mistaken text he'd sent, she was quiet on the other end. For a space of heartbeats he wondered if she'd fallen back to sleep. 

“Vicki?” 

The laughter that assaulted his phone could have been heard by anyone, had he not been alone. It took her several minutes, but finally she calmed enough to let him know he was on his own. 

“Ah, ha. You uh, good luck with that one love. Lemme know how that works out for ya.” With a soft click, Misha held the phone out in front of him. Incredulous.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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