#Jared please control yourself!

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nothing ever goes as planned

Prompt: you're dragged into your sisters mess when her stupid exboyfriend tries to kill himself in italy

Pairing: paul x reader x jared

WC: 6.9k

i get bored at work okay

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

The vibrations from Bella’s phone cut the quiet tension immediately. Edward and Felix both relax from their fighting stance and look over as if to say ‘Really? Right now?’ The buzzing stops and immediately starts again with a new call. Your name flashes across the screen and a sense of impending doom fills Bella. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

“She’s just going to keep calling.” Bella glances nervously between Edward and Aro. Edward sighs knowing this is going to open a whole new can of worms. The vibrations stop momentarily before starting again. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Bella tenses like she’s bracing for impact when she flicks her phone open. “Hey,” she tries to say casually but it comes more across as unsure.

There wasn’t a greeting back, just a light, “Are you busy right now?” Bella knows that tone and the hairs raise on the back of her neck. She’s been caught.

“Uh… Out with… Jake.” Bella stutters out. Stupid, she should’ve said someone you aren't also friends with. She couldn’t’ve said Angela?

“Oh really? Perfect, can you ask him to come back with you tonight? I need him to look at my car.” You’re still using that tone. Bella can see the look on your face, the pinched smile, the anger in your eyes, you leaning against the counter with your arms crossed. Like a cat that cornered a mouse, playing with it before tearing it to shreds.

“Oh… I wasn’t planning on being back tonight.” Bella closes her eyes and waits for the hammer. “Because you’re in Italy right?” There it is. Bella sighs, mildly embarrassed her older sister about to start reaming her and everyone can overhear. Bella wonders how long it took Jacob to rat her out.

“Before you start-” Bella tries to explain herself but you cut her off.

“Do not ‘Before you start’ me, Isabella Marie Swan. You are not the one that woke up with twenty missed calls from Charlie. Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Your voice raises slightly over the phone and Bella knows your control over your temper is slipping.

“I can explain.” She tries again, weaker this time. “Wait. You weren’t home last night?”

“We aren’t discussing me right now. We are discussing the fact that you are pulling the same bullshit you did six months ago, so you better fucking start explaining and have a damn good reason. You don’t even have a passport, Isabella.” Bella didn’t think about that when Alice said she had everything taken care of already.

“Alice ca-” There was a loud exhale from the other line. “-me and said Edward was in trouble.”

“Put him on the phone right now.” You demand, your voice hardening with your rising anger.

Edward winces as he takes the phone from Bella. “Y/N.” He greets casually.

You don’t greet him back. “I swear on your dead mother’s grave if my little sister isn’t returned home without a hair out of place by tomorrow evening, I will tear you apart limb from limb before putting your head on a pike to use as a mailbox. Are we clear?” You growl over the phone.

“Crystal.” His mouth twitches knowing you’re completely serious too.

“Put Alice on the phone.” Edward holds the phone out for Alice to take.

“Y/N.” Alice greets a little nervously. You’re always a wild card for her, something about you causing her visions to go wrong.

You lay into her seeing red. “You ignored Bella for months but as soon as you or your family has a problem you decide you can just waltz back in like nothing happened? Dragging her to another country to help someone that left her in the woods? Did you know she was catatonic for months while you ignored her emails? Do not think I’ve forgotten about the last time she went on a trip with your family and ended up in the hospital either. Unbelievably selfish. Were you thinking at all? And you call yourself her friend? Put my sister back on the phone.”

“Please don’t tell Charlie.” Was the first thing Bella said. She doesn’t know how Alice got her a passport but she has a feeling it was through less than legal means which she can’t explain to her dad, the sheriff. “Don’t tell Charlie?” You scoff, “Isabella, he’s not the one you should be worried about. Get your ass back to Forks before I come drag you back myself.” You hang up not waiting for Bella’s reply. There’s nothing else to say.

 Aro hums as Bella stuffs her phone back into her pocket, face red. “Do tell us more about the elder Swan.” She stands up straighter at that, panic spreading like ice through her veins.

“Y/N doesn’t know anything. I haven’t told her anything about vampires.” Bella promises, she hasn’t told you anything about vampires or werewolves. You’re completely in the dark. Safe.

“Ah but you can’t be sure. Edward has expressed many thoughts of frustration not being able to read her. Or you for the matter.” Aro counters lightly, a smug smile stretching across his face. “She does pose a danger to the secrecy of our kind does she not?”

“What if she’s turned too?” Bella tries bargaining for your life desperately. Aro thinks for a moment, weighing the possibilities. If Bella could be a potential shield then it shouldn't be impossible for her family member to have a similar gift. An unattached sister more willing to join their ranks and could possibly entice Bella to follow. Edward frowns at Aro’s train of thought.

“We should take care of the loose ends now before they cause more problems.” Caius hisses from his throne, his hands tightening around the head of the armrests.

“Wait! I’ve seen it. Bella becomes one of us, I’ve seen her transformed in visions.” Alice interjects quickly. She tears her glove from her hand, offering it to Aro desperately. “And what of the elder Swan?” He lets Alice’s hand fall from his own, wondering about all the gifted additions he could have for his coven.

“I only see false visions about her but I’ll change them both myself if I need to.” Alice vows hoping that it would be enough. 

“To see the things you have seen before they have even happened? How incredible. You can see lovely Isabella but not her sister? Perhaps she should be examined before being disposed of after all. Alright. Demitri. Return to Forks and collect the elder Swan.” Aro claps his hands and grins excitedly, his mind racing with all the possibilities. Edwards jaw clicks hearing his thoughts but doesn’t comment on them. “It would do well if you inform her of Demitri’s arrival so she can make adequate departure plans. I don’t think I need to remind you to advise her of our secrecy should she need an explanation for leaving. Felix will show you to a room you can rest in until Demitri returns.”

~

Bella’s been pacing back and forth since they entered the room Felix escorted them to. Alice and Edward lounge on the plush velvet couches near some windows covered with thick curtains. Felix stands inside the room next to the door but lacks the rigidness he held in the throne room. He just casually leans against the wall flipping through a book. Bella doesn’t pay enough mind to know if he’s actually reading it or not.

“Bella, it's been twelve hours, I don’t think she’s still that angry.” Alice tries gently to calm the anxiety plaguing Bella. She saw how the phone call goes when Bella decided she’d tell her before Demitri got there. The only problem is all of Alice’s visions unfold and end differently than what she saw if you’re in them. So chances are the phone call goes well, there’s no reason for them to suddenly start being accurate now.

“You don’t know that for sure.” Bella groans, hiding her face in between her hands. “Where do I even start? Surprise, I’m dating a vampire.” She shakes her head and mutters to herself, “I’m never beating the crazy allegations.”

“I’m sure she’ll come around and believe you when Demitri collects her.” Felix adds unhelpfully not bothering to look up from his book. Bella groans again and pulls out her phone. She wished Jasper was here to get her through this confidently.

There were only a few rings before a tired, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Bella says softly, and hesitates, “Are you gonna yell at me again?”

There were a few tired chuckles over the phone. “No, probably not until you get back.”

“I would be surprised if you didn’t.” Bella cracks a smile, “You’ve always been the parent of the family.”

“Someone's gotta. Please tell me you’re on your way home. Charlie’s driving me up a wall. I’m pretty sure he’s putting bars over our windows. Total house arrest. Wouldn’t surprise me if he just moves us into the station’s double cell.” You groan, sounding annoyed just thinking about it. Bella feels bad you’re dealing with the fallout for her but grateful at the same time.

“No, not yet. I… need to tell you some things. It’s going to sound crazy but just hear me out.” Bella swallows and rocks from the balls of her feet back to her heels trying to burn off some of the anxiety building. There’s a few seconds of silence before you respond. “Okay?” You don’t sound impressed and the apprehension thick in your voice.

“EdwardisavampireandsoaretherestoftheCullens.” Bella word vomits at you, not pausing between words. Bella sighs, almost relieved but the pause, this one even longer than the first, from you immediately kills any relief she momentarily felt.

“Thats what the edgelord is calling himself these days?” You finally respond dryly, unimpressed.

“I’m serious.” Bella rolls her eyes, she knew you wouldn’t take this seriously. 

There’s a heavy sigh from the other line. “Okay, why are you telling me this?” You sound almost inconvenienced that Bella’s telling you this. 

“It’s a long story but Edward thought I was dead and went to the equivalent of the vampire police hoping they would kill him. Alice and I stopped him but they found out I was still alive. Their biggest law is that humans can’t know about vampires. They learned about you from Edward’s thoughts and are suspicious about you knowing too. They sent someone to bring you here. They wanted to kill you but agreed to offer you the same choice as me. Turn or die.” Bella rushes out, leaving out a lot of details. Mainly the one where she offered to die first and how you barely were spared a choice.

Another long, exasperated sigh blew through the speaker. “Do you understand now why I tried so hard to convince you to leave him alone and not get involved with that god forsaken family?” There was a bite to your words laced with disappointment. Bella feels like she’s just been slapped.

Bella’s jaw drops and Felix raises his eyebrows, not even bothering to pretend to feign interest in the book anymore. Alice and Edward blink in surprise, thinking back to all their interactions with you looking for any tell that you would’ve known. “Wait, you knew this whole time?” She’s shocked and a little angry.

“Bella, I've lived in Forks my entire life. Of course I knew.” Bella can feel you rolling over the phone at her. Your patronizing tone doesn’t even register over the building betrayal Bella feels.

“You never said anything.” Bella accuses, scowling. Why didn’t you say something to her?

“Neither did you. Wasn’t any of our business in the first place.” She can hear you shrug over the phone and yeah, your argument is fair. If Bella would’ve minded her own business she wouldn’t be in this mess or in a mess with Victoria. Curiosity does indeed kill the cat.

“I’m sorry.” She sighs, realizing the weight of the mess she’s landed them in. She didn’t want to drag her sister into this.

“So am I. I’m not choosing to turn into one of them.” You tell her flatly and Bella’s jaw drops again.

Felix’s eyebrows raise again, “What? Why not?” Bella asks frantically. How could you not want it?

“Bella, you've seen who I hang around with. I’ll lose my entire social circle. I’ll have to leave Forks and never see Charlie or my friends again. Becoming a vampire will literally ruin my life.” You scoff and Bella knows you're shaking your head. She can picture the deep frown on your face and she hears you exhale loudly through your nose.

Bella’s head rears back like she’s been slapped and stares at her phone for a few seconds. “Wait, you know about… the Rez?” Bella asks vaguely, if you knew about the Cullens there’s no way you didn’t know about the pack. The betrayal is back in full force, you never said anything when Jacob phased and started ignoring Bella. You just kept telling her to give him time to come around and that he’s going through a confusing time. Oh my god, it hits Bella all at once. Deep down, she knows that there’s not much more you could’ve realistically said. ‘Sorry, your new best friend found out he’s historically enemies with your ex-boyfriend and found out it was their presence in the area that caused him to phase in the first place?’ Yeah that would’ve gone over great, Bella thinks.

You sigh, again, “Yes Bella. That’s part of the reason we are getting bars on our windows.” Your patronizing tone is back like you’re talking to a fifth grader and have been waiting for her to catch up.

“What did you do?” Bella asks suspiciously. She wonders what you could’ve done that is near the scale Bella’s at.  

“Heh. About that.” Bella caught the tonal shift and can picture the sly grin on your face. You sound absolutely gleeful.

“Oh my god what did you do?” Bella’s actually a little concerned now. What could you have done that was so bad?

“More like who.” Bella can almost see your shit eating smile clearly as her brain short circuits.

Okay, Bella stands corrected, it was worse than she imagined. “What?” She shrieks, Edward and Alice shake their heads. Of course both Swan sisters are danger magnets.

You sigh deeply and Bella can hear your hair rustling the speaker. “Someone told Charlie I’m sleeping with Jared.” You sound more annoyed than angry and Bella’s jaw drops. She can’t keep up with all the bombs you’ve dropped in this conversation.

“You’re sleeping with Jared?” She asks almost disbelievingly. Jared?!

“And Paul.” You add casually still smirking at Bella hundreds of thousands of miles away. Bella’s eyes almost bug out of her head, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

She temporarily overcomes her shock, the gates opening to her flood of questions. “And Paul?! For how long? Do they know? Wait, of course they both know. And they’re fine with it?” Bella is rapidly blinking trying to make sense of this. Her mind is absolutely reeling.

“Well duh. They take me to Paris all the fucking time.” You laugh at Bella over the phone like that was the stupidest question you’ve ever heard.

The lights are completely off in Bella’s brain. “Oh. My. God.” Her brain is broken. Obliterated. Her sister. Aware. Vampires. Sleeping with not one but two wolves. 

“Yeah someone told Charlie and he freaked out. My bets on Billy or Harry. Fuckin’ snakes. I had to explain what friends with benefits are. It was terrible.” You just continue to take your sledgehammer to Bella’s already mush brain.

“Oh my god.” Bella knew her sister had her own life but she never even fathomed this. How long has this been going on?

“He went through an entire six pack before noon. Harry came and took him out fishing.” You were cackling at her now. Cackling. Bella’s mind is still spinning.

“Are you their…” She starts, wondering how this all works. 

“No.” You cut her off quickly, your jovial tone gone and replaced with something hard and guarded. “We agreed that whenever it happened for them we would stop, no hard feelings. I knew before we started screwing around I never had an actual chance.”

Bella swallows thickly, “That’s…” She doesn’t know what to say.

“Pathetic, I know.” You finish for her, the hard tone drier than before. The vampires in the room all look down and away from watching Bella, uncomfortable at the sudden change in the conversation’s direction.

Hope fills Bella’s chest, maybe you could still be convinced. “If you’re going to lose them eventually then why won’t you become a vampire?”

You sigh, “It’s not just them. I’ll be voluntarily excommunicating myself from everyone.” Bella knows you’re good friends with the older pack members. You even hang out at the Clearwater’s with Charlie on Sunday’s during baseball season.

Bella knows she’s fighting a losing battle. “You still have time to think about it. Demitri should be getting there sometime tomorrow morning.”

“Great. Just enough time to drive my car off the La Push cliffs.” You say dryly and Bella rolls her eyes.

She replies flatly, “That’s not funny.”

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time. “Wasn’t trying to be. Talk to you later Bells. I’ve… got a lot to think about.” The line goes dead as Bella stands still, mind still reeling from the unexpected turns the phone call took.

~

You hang up the phone feeling empty. Fucking Cullens. Of course they dragged Bella into another mess. When Jared shook you awake this morning and told you Jacob said Bella left with Alice you didn’t want to believe it. Especially when he followed that up with their intended destination. And now you’ve been dragged into this mess. The mess you’ve tried your damnedest to avoid getting involved in.

Fuck you need a cigarette. You don’t even care if Charlie comes home and catches you, there’s not much more you could really do to disappoint him today. You wonder how you’re going to tell Paul and Jared. Logically you know they’ll do everything they can to protect you but you also don’t want them to get on the Vultori’s radar either, especially since they were responsible for wolves being hunted to near extinction. They’d probably wait to ambush him which in the long run probably would end poorly for Bella.

hey, i think we need to talk. You press send in your group chat with Paul and Jared before heading upstairs to get your hidden carton of cigarettes. You leave your phone on the charger wanting to decompress for a moment before having that conversation. You always thought it would be one of them that would have to break it off first, not you.  Just as you’re leaving your room you hear your phone start to buzz but you ignore it thinking it’s one of the boys. You’ll call back in five after your smoke.

~

Alice freezes on the spot, a vision clouding over her consciousness. She sees you smoking a cigarette you think no one knows about by your back door. One moment you're standing alone and the next, Victoria is standing in front of you, startling a jump out of you. She watches as Victoria snaps your neck. Your body slumps down to the wet ground like a sack of potatoes. Victoria peers down at you before stepping over you to wait in the dark house for Charlie and Bella to return.

Alice gasps out of her vision, locking eyes with Edward already dialing Carlisle’s number. “What is it? What did you see?” Bella asks frantically, Edward had just shaken his head at her mid vision as he pulled his phone out.

“Victoria. Something’s about to happen. I just saw her kill Y/N before going inside to wait for you and Charlie. She’s planning on killing you one by one. Call Y/N right now, she needs the guys over there now.” Bella’s never dialed your number so fast in her entire life.

“She’s not answering.” Bella says frantically, pressing the call button again. Edward is already on the phone with Carlisle telling him to call Sam immediately. Bella starts to hyperventilate when the phone goes to voicemail again. She dials Jake’s home phone, praying Billy answers.

“Didn’t you say your visions of her are always false? So there’s a good chance she doesn’t immediately snap your sister’s neck.” Felix adds unhelpfully again, sending Bella into a further panic. No scenario with her sister and Victoria is good.

“Black residence.” She hears Jacob’s deep voice over the line. Relief floods Bella’s veins, the hope of saving her sister renewed.

“Jake! You need to get to my house right now. Y/N’s in danger. Victoria is going to kill her.” Bella almost screams over the phone. She hears Jacob curse before the phone thuds, presumably against the wall, and Bella hears a door in the distance slam open. She faintly hears the fabric tearing off of Jacob’s body as he shifts and then silence. She hangs up and tries your phone again. Please please please, Bella thinks, please be okay.

~

The cigarette makes your head tingle with every drag you take. This was all so fucked up. You should’ve threatened the Cullens from the start to leave you sister alone. Maybe sent her off to Jacksonville. Or boarding school. Now you are losing everything and everyone you care about, no matter what you choose. Either you die and leave everyone behind heartbroken with closure or you disappear and watch grief slowly eat them alive. There’s no good outcome but at least Charlie will have peace of mind. Maybe you can ask the vampire coming to make it look like an accident. Maybe you should just do it yourself before he gets here. 

You think of Jared and Paul wondering how they would react. Surely they’d try to hero you out of it but for how long? How long until their imprints come along and their priorities change? How long can you stay hiding on the Rez before you're found out? You think of the betrayal they’ll feel when they find out your accident wasn’t an accident. You wonder if they’ll respect your choice to die by your own hand rather than someone else’s. There’s a sharp turn in the road on the way to the Cullens house, no cell reception, not frequently used since they left. It would make sense if you’re going out there to look for Bella. You’ll be found eventually and Charlie can have his closure.

A twig snaps in the distance, catching your attention and bringing you out of your depressing thoughts. There’s a red headed woman standing at the treeline looking at you and you instantly know it’s the same redhead the boys have been hunting. You raise your hand and wave at her, wondering just how much trouble you’re in. The craziest part is you aren’t afraid. Your clock is already ticking near its end so what’s a few hours? You watch her approach as you blow out your final drag and crush the cigarette butt out with the toe of your shoe.

“Bella’s not here.” You state simply when she’s in front of you. Her eyes are black pits as she stares back at you.

 Her lips quirk into a small grin. “How did you know I’m looking for Bella?” “Well, I don’t know you and I’m really hoping you weren't here for Charlie.” You laugh, wrinkling your nose at the thought of Charlie dating someone so young.

“Victoria, nice to meet you. Tell Bella I said ‘hello’ when you see her?” She doesn’t let you even open your mouth to respond before she has your head tilted back and fangs lodged in your throat. Damn, you think, I really wanted to not be someone’s dinner. Your vision goes black as the burning in your veins starts to spread from where she’s still biting you.

~

Demitri has never been so confused in all his years as a vampire. This girl’s scent trail crosses itself, zigzagging all over the place, circling back to the same spots over and over again. There’s no clear trail for him to follow. Even her tenor leads him all over the place. It’s like she disappears to a new spot every time he gets to the last spot it was in. 

He’s standing in the middle of a small stream trying to choose which scent path to follow when he hears multiple sets of feet approaching and the overwhelming smell of wet dog invades his senses. He stays in place, hands in his pockets as he tries to make out how many people are rapidly moving through the forest.

It’s not people that emerge from the trees but rather large wolves, teeth bared ready to lunge. He didn’t think there were wolves left, let alone so close to vampire territory. Well, it is the Cullens so their coexistence with their natural enemies doesn’t seem too surprising.

Demitri raises his hands in a peaceful gesture. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. I’m here looking for Y/N Swan for her sister. I can’t tell which scent of hers is fresh and I apologize if I wandered somewhere I shouldn’t be. I can call Bella if you’d like.”

One of the wolves in front nodded his head but the others remained ready to attack. They all watched him  pull out his cell phone and click a few times before the dial tone filled the silence. “Felix, can you bring me to Isabella please.” There’s a grunt, ‘it’s for you’ and some rustling before a shaky ‘did you find her?’ that has all the wolves relaxing slightly.

“Isabella. It seems I have run into your lupine friends.  No, I haven't found her. Her blood was in your home and the scent of another vampire was present.” Was Victoria still there?

“No, the vampire was in Seattle without your sister.” She’s still missing? Did Victoria say anything?

“I disposed of her, she said she turned and left Y/N so she would kill you and Charlie.” You’ll be able to find her right? Before she wakes up?

“Yes, I will find her before she wakes up.” Thank you Demitri. He hangs the phone up when Bella starts sniffling. “I smelled you at the Swan’s residence. Do you know where Y/N is?” Demitri watches one of the wolves convulse before starting to shrink. The hair recedes into his body and bones pop and shift into a more humanoid form. The muscular guy stands stark naked, his joints clicking and popping as he shakes his limbs out.

“Yes. We found Y/N shortly after the red haired vampire bit her. She was chased off the cliffs and into the water while the others moved Y/N.” The man vaguely replied, trying to not give away too much information much to Demitri’s irritation.

“Look, she can’t stay here with no guidance after waking up. She needs to be with vampires who can guide her through the newborn phase or be put out of her misery before she wakes. Whatever decision you make, I’ll leave peacefully with or without her. I have no desire to linger here longer than necessary.” 

There was a long silence and the man looked away, deep in thought. “Bella said the Cullens are returning before she left. Can she stay with them?” Of course the Cullens are returning, Demitri refrains from rolling his eyes.

“If they allow it, though, I doubt Carlisle would cast her away. When did you find her?” He really hopes she’s not about to wake up alone, confused and thirsty. 

“Yesterday afternoon. She’s in the Cullens’ house. We moved her after we found her. Figured it was far away enough to be safe.” Demitri raises his eyebrows, so she's around halfway through her transformation already.

“Don’t look so surprised. She’s not a wolf but she’s still pack. She’s our friend. Just because she’s turning into a leech doesn’t mean we are going to abandon her when she’s vulnerable. We can’t hold something against her that wasn't her fault.” The wolfman scowls at Demitri offendedly.

“I admire your sense of kinship. That kind of loyalty is hard to come by these days. She’s lucky to have you all.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “I do believe I know the way to the Cullens’ residence. Is there anyone there with her?”

“Yes, some of our packmates are there with her. They know you’re coming.” He eyes Demitri for a moment before turning and walking back into the forest. The wolves all back up into the treeline and Demitri backs up out of the creek as well, distancing himself from where they disappeared to.

~

Just as the wolf shifter has said, Demetri hears the two wolves' heart beats as he approaches the Cullen house and some music playing softly somewhere inside the house. They are waiting for him on the porch when he steps through the trees. They look similar to the man he spoke with and are in matching cut off jean shorts. They don’t look overly thrilled to see him and Demetri raises his hands hoping to keep things peaceful. He doesn’t care about whatever issues there are between them and the Cullens.

“They said you killed the red head.” The shorter of the two says eyeing Demetri.

“Yes, it’s against vampiric law to abandon a transitioning vampire you’ve sired.” Demetri wonders what Bella did to piss off Victoria so much that her sister was collateral damage. “May I see your friend?”

The two wolves eyed him for a moment, before curtly nodding. “We’ve been trying to keep her comfortable.” The taller one led the way through the house while the shorter one stayed on the porch, actively scanning the treeline for any threat that may wander too close to the abandoned house.

The girl was laid out on a makeshift pallet in the living area in a nest of pillows and blankets, the rest of the room empty except a cell phone playing the music Demetri heard softly. The two wolves have taken great care into the comfort of the transitioning girl and Demetri is again taken back by the level of kinship the wolves have for this human. He wonders which one she’s mated to. He crouches down next to her, careful not to disturb the nest around her as he examines the bite mark on her neck. It’s mostly healed but not yet scarred over so it tracks with the timeline of them finding her and being about mid transformation. The wolves must’ve changed her out of her bloody clothes, the zip up she’s wearing is clean and only faintly smells of the wolves guarding her.

“Y/N,” Demetri says softly, “you’re almost done. Just a little bit longer and you’ll be done. Your sister is safe, your father is safe. You don’t need to fight it.”

“Wait, she can actually hear everything still?” Demetri glances over his shoulder and one of the shifters is red in the face. Demetri looks at the phone and then back to the man, cocking his head in a silent question. “We didn’t know if she could or not, the Cullens never called us back. We didn’t want her to suffer in silence if she could still hear.”

Demetri’s mouth twitched in amusement, “Every transformation is different, some are more lucid than others. We believe it depends on the damage inflicted before they are bit but it’s hard to know for sure.” The man nods, flushing a deeper red. Demetri rises from his crouched position and heads back towards the entrance where the other wolf was keeping guard. He tilts his head back towards the house when the man eyes him suspiciously. Demetri leans against the pillar supporting the porch roof and the man nods curtly before heading back in to be with the girl and other shifter.

Demetri hears them whispering inside about her being able to hear them as he fishes his phone out. He sends a text to Felix asking him to tell Isabella that he found her sister and that she’s mid transformation. He takes a deep breath and sighs before dialing the reception phone.

“Gianna, I need to speak with Aro.” He waits while she scuttles to the throne room with the cell phone.

“Demetri, I did not expect a call from you. Have you found the elder Swan?” Aro inquires.

“Yes, I found her. A nomad with a grudge against the Cullens got to her before I made it to Forks.”

“Ah yes, Felix informed us earlier of the vision Alice had. How does she fair?” Demetri pinches his lips, annoyed they didn’t inform him before.

“I’d say she has maybe a day before she wakes. I’d suggest letting her stay and adapt before she visits.” Aro hums in response and while Demetri is annoyed he came out here for nothing it does beat being stuck on guard duty in the castle.

“Ah, yes, a newborn in Volterra could be a dangerous situation. Very well. Remain there until the Cullens return and instruct them to bring her by when she has a handle on her bloodlust. We would still like to formally meet her.” Aro doesn’t wait for a response before the line goes dead. Demetri sighs deeply and doesn’t let himself think about the annoyance he’s feeling.

~

Y/N must’ve been farther along than originally thought because the Cullens had not arrived before she woke leaving Demetri and the two wolves to help her. The three of them had been playing cards on the other side of the room not noticing her red eyes opening. She laid there for a moment, recalling what had happened before she fell into the fiery pit of darkness and what she had heard while in it. Victoria had bit her and now she's a vampire. Paul and Jared stayed with her while she was turning. Bella and Charlie are safe. She doesn’t know who the other man that came is but he was encouraging.

She slowly sits up, the fabric rustling beneath her but she could hear them sliding against each other clearly. All three heads snap towards her direction, the card game forgotten. Demetri places himself between her and the boys unsure if she’ll attack in her uncontrolled bloodlust.

“Y/N?” Paul asks hopefully, taking a small step towards her.

She cocks her head, her eyes unfocused as she watches the dust swirl around them in the air.. “Well who else would it be?” She snorts, snapping back into attention with a roll of her eyes and rising from her sitting position, off put that the normal pops of her joints are missing. Paul sucks in a breath when she meets his eyes, his jaw slack. She looks at Jared in confusion and hears his heart skip a beat, the same look on his face as Paul’s. 

“Jesus Christ, I can’t look that different now. Is it the eyes? Why are you both looking at me like that?” She looks between the two of them, confused and a little self conscious. She crosses her arms over her chest starting to feel overwhelmed and the burning sensation in her throat becoming unbearable.

“They must be enthralled by your beauty. My name is Demetri. We need to quell your thirst before the bloodlust overtakes you.” He turns to look at Paul and Jared, “It might be better if you stayed here, we shouldn’t be long.”

This seems to snap them out of the stupor they were stuck in, both of them immediately start protesting. Demetri holds a hand up to stop them, “I understand your desire to protect your friend but it’s for your safety you don’t accompany us. The bloodlust makes it hard to stop once started, especially for newborns. We will stick to the forest east of here to not impede your territory again.”

“Will you still be here when I get back?” She asks nervously, afraid this is the last time her friends can stand to see her now she’s a vampire.

“Of course we will.” Paul says immediately, stepping forward wanting to hug her but thinking better of it. He tries to ignore the sad smile she gives them, hoping she didn’t take him not hugging her the wrong way. They watch her and Demetri disappear into the trees wanting desperately to not be apart from her.

~

They returned a few hours later, Y/N covered in blood and with a dejected look on her face. Demetri seemed jovial and in good spirits still. He had received word from Felix that the Cullens and the human Swan had finally left Italy which means the other Cullens should be returning soon to wait for them and he can finally leave.

Paul and Jared stood up in an instant, offering fresh clothes they somehow acquired in their absence. Demetri walked past them into the house, letting them have their long anticipated conversation. From what he gathered during their hunt Y/N was their lover before she was turned. She’s afraid they’ll reject her now that she’s a vampire even though they loved her as a human.

Jared and Paul wait until you’re dressed again to step forward and envelop you in a tight hug. They rest their heads on your shoulders, squeezing you tight, their relief of not losing you overwhelming.

“We were so worried when we heard Jake say you were in danger.” Jared murmured against the ice cold skin of your neck, finding it doesn’t bother him like he was afraid it would. “We were already on our way after getting your text.”

“And then when we found you…” Paul trails off not being able to finish his thought and just squeezes you tighter, rubbing his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He doesn’t want to remember the worry he felt that you were going to break things off with them and then the despair of knowing you were in danger. The anguish seeing you on the ground and how they could smell your blood. How he could only chase Victoria so far until the rest of the pack took over so he could get back to you and Jared. The mixed horror and relief he felt when they realized you were transforming into their sworn enemy and the shame of being too late to save you.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper, your hands snaking around their torsos as best as you can with your arms still constricted by theirs.

“We wouldn’t leave our girl like that.” Paul didn’t stop rubbing his face against you like a pleased cat.

“You aren’t disgusted I’m a vampire now?” You ask in a small voice, the anxiety eating at you increasing when you hear their hearts thud louder.

“We meant what we said while you were transforming. We love you and we don’t want to lose you, even if that means you turn into a le- vampire.” Paul says fiercely, squeezing you again. Jared pulls his head off your shoulder and gives you a kiss on the top of your head and smiles down at you.

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to get more beautiful.” Jared grins, lightly tugging on a loose strand of your hair playfully.

“I don’t stink now do I?” You cringe, remembering them complain incessantly about how much they thought the Cullens stunk. They don’t smell bad to you, like the forest on a warm day. 

“No, you smell pretty much the same. Maybe a little sweeter like when you’re ovul- ow.” Paul rubs the back of his head where Jared slapped him. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Dude.” Jared gives him an unimpressed look. Paul just goes back to nosing your neck and you can feel the grin on his lips.

“I love you guys too, so much. I was so worried you wouldn’t want me as a vampire.” Your lip wobbles as you look up at Jared, his brown eyes full of adoration. You hear their hearts skip a beat and feel Paul’s arm tighten around you again, pressing himself against your back.

“Wanna know a secret?” Paul whispers in your ear, planting kisses along your neck while they wait for your answer.

Jared grins down at you as you nod and you hear their heartbeats quicken. “When you woke up we imprinted on you.” He smiles tucking the stand of hair he’d been playing with earlier behind your ear. His smile widens when your face lights up with surprised happiness.

All of your worries disappear. The ones about them finding their imprint and leaving you, the ones about becoming a vampire and losing them, all of them. Your boys are still your boys. You slump into Jared’s chest holding him and Paul closer to you, elated this has all somehow worked out.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you please do a Paul x reader where she is trying to make Paul really jealous by flirting with embry or Jared

You set down the tiny shovel and place the seeds in the small hole. You covered it up before a voice calls out to you.

"Y/n! I need you!" It's Emily inside her house.

"Coming!" You yell back and stand up from the grass. You look at the flowers Emily got you to plant on the side of her house. You're satisfied with your work, hoping they live a long life.

You walk inside and see Jared and Embry sitting at the table laughing.

Emily is standing at the end of the table, looking disappointed in the boys.

"What's happening?" You chuckle awkwardly.

"These dumbasses made a bet. How Paul would react if you flirted with one of them." Emily sighs.

You face both of them with a raised eyebrow. "What the fuck? Why?" You laugh.

"Because it's funny." Embry says.

"I say, dude phases." Jared bets.

"No, no! Y/n controls his anger the best. I think he gets to swinging." Embry says. "20 bucks if I'm right."

"Whatever, Call." Jared says.

"Do I get a damn say?" You laugh and place your hand on your hip.

They both nod their heads. "Don't worry, you don't gotta do it. Mostly just a thought." He says to you. "I know if Kim were to flirt with your ugly ass, I'd rip your neck off." Jared points at Embry.

Embry rolls his eyes and then turns to you. "You down?" He asks.

"This isn't a good idea." Emily says.

You think for a moment. You've never seen Paul mad. It would kind of be funny. Maybe.

"Fine. Embry, you're the victim. I don't want to hurt Kim." You say.

And just on time, Sam and Paul step inside. You think fast and stand next to Embry, brushing through his hair. "Your hair is so soft." You gush.

Embry sits there awkwardly, not sure what to do. "Thanks. That feels nice." He sighs.

"Alright. Enough." Paul says, grabbing you and kissing you roughly. You kiss him back but pull away fast. Paul scoffs at the short kiss.

Emily whispers in Sam's ear, and he chuckles. That catches Paul's attention. "What?" He asks.

Sam shakes his head as a response.

You stand behind Embry and rest your hands on his bare shoulders. "Damn, you're so buff." You say.

Embry lifts his head and smiles up at you, winking.

"Oh, fuck no." Paul grabs your arm and pulls you into him. "Embry. Get. Your. Ass. Outside. Now." He growls.

You pull yourself out of his arm. Embry stands up and you stand next to him, leaning your head on his arm.

Paul begins to shake. He reaches for Embry and pulls him outside. "Hey! Hey! It's a prank! It's a joke! We're all in on it!" You hear Embry call out.

Everyone rushes out onto the porch. Sam is laughing, watching closely. Now, you're starting to feel bad.

Paul phases and growls at Embry. Embry phases and then cowers down to let him know he means no harm.

Jared laughs and claps his hands. "Embry's giving me 20 bucks."

Paul starts fighting Embry. Embry isn't causing any harm, just pushing him off of him. Then, Paul runs off into the woods. Embry faces you guys, huffs, and runs off, too.

After all of that, you and Paul are walking inside of your home. Before you can do anything, he roughly grabs your ass and then pushes your stomach against the wall. Your face is pressed up against it. He moves one hand up and wraps his fingers around your throat. He pulls your head back to whisper in your ear. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." He growls.

He forcefully turns you around so your back is against the wall. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around him. He kisses you roughly. He's biting. His tongue is forceful. Your hands reach his shoulders and you slightly dig your nails in his skin.

He throws his head back and then smirks. "Bed. Ass up. Don't speak." He warns.

YUH YUH! THANKS!

[crazyk-imagine]

Flickering Lights and Butterflies

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Enhanced!reader

Characters: Enhanced!reader, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Emily Young, Jacob Black, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Atera V, Jared Cameron, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea, Reader's sister (briefly mentioned), Unnamed Aunt (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being a butt, pack loves reader, I'm making it canon (for myself) that Quil is the shortest one of all, the guys tease the youngest members a lot, Emily is my iconic queen, I love writing for them, the pack is a wholesome and chaotic crew, this would have been so long so I broke it into two parts, I like adding Brady and Collin because they're my fun extras, my babies are causing themselves issues, literally don't know how involved I got with this, Sam knows when to listen to his luna

Word Count: 2,040

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You close your eyes and throw an arm over your head, covering the upper half of your face.

You can feel the energy from the person sitting beside you but don't move.

The crunching of the grass raising the hairs on your arms causing you to inadvertently shiver from the goosebumps.

"Are you ever going to come back inside?"

"Why should I?"

"First off, I don't want you to get a cold."

You sigh, "Emily-"

"I'm not pressuring you to come back inside but I don't want you to be cold. I don't want to lose another girl to hang out with because she was stubborn."

You scoff through your nose, lips twitching as you fight to keep your emotions in control. You push yourself up and stare up into the sky, blowing out a breath, seeing it disappear into the wind.

God it's cold.

"See, it's cold enough for you to see your breath which means it's time to come inside."

You smile at her concern, something you haven't heard in a while. "I'll be right behind you."

The knot in your shoulder tightens and the burning, tingling sensation is back. "I don't want to talk to him."

He huffs, "I'm not the bad guy here."

"You don't sound like the good guy either."

"Says you."

You push yourself off the ground and rush past him.

He grabs your arm, pulling you back.

You gasp in fear, grabbing at his hand; worried for his safety. "Get off me."

"Not until we talk."

"I don't want to talk. Let go of me." You avoid staring into his eyes.

"Give me five minutes. It's not going to hurt you."

"Let go of me."

"Look me in the eye and I will."

You shove him away and run inside. You lock yourself in the guest bathroom.

Emily runs in, glancing around in search of you. "Bathroom," she mutters.

The others enter, seeing their luna knocking on the door.

They turn to Paul who glares at the door with his arms crossed.

"What happened?" Embry asks.

"Little miss stains ran off into the bathroom."

They can see the play back in their minds and wonder what happened.

-

You hold your head in your hands, pleading to freak out. "No, no, no."

You raise your head, staring at the ceiling. "Please don't."

You can hear her pleading and assume the others are talking about you in a bad way.

You hyperventilate, unsure of how to calm down.

You hold your breath and rub your chest, mentally telling yourself you're okay and need to calm down.

The lights pop.

You don't want to go out.

-

"Sweetie. I need you to open the door. I need to see that you're okay."

Sam steps towards his fiancée. "What's happening?"

She places a hand on his arm. "Sam as much as I love you, I need you and the boys to stay in the kitchen."

He wants to ask more but can see by the look on her face, he won't get any. He nods and steps away.

She sits beside the door, "they're in the kitchen. I told them to go away."

"Emily," you whine, embarrassed.

"It's okay. If you come out, then we can take care of this."

You unlock the door after a few moments. "I am so sorry."

"I know," she opens her arms to hug you.

You immediately throw yourself into her grasp.

Paul catches slight movement from the corner of his eyes and smells the saltiness of your tears, furrowing his brows.

You two make your way back into the kitchen.

You glance at them from the corner of your eye, sensing the concern of Sam about his fiancé.

You lower your head.

Emily breaks away from Sam, mouthing that she's got this.

She places a gentle hand on your shoulders. "Do you want to go home?"

You raise your head and stare at her with a wobbly lip, tears trailing past your waterline.

She offers a gentle smile. "I'll stay with you tonight. I won't leave you alone."

"You promise?" Your voice cracks, breaking everyone's heart, namely Paul's.

She gives you an affirmative nod. "I promise. Have you ever known me to break a promise?"

You can't hold back the choking sob that escapes when you laugh.

She wraps an arm around you and pulls you out with her, heading into her old truck.

He follows behind.

As soon as you settle into the passenger seat, he tries to make his way to you. "Can I-"

She shakes her head. "Not now, Paul. She's- today's not good, okay?"

"What's wrong with her?"

She shakes her head, "I know that's not what you mean but I can't answer that because we need to go."

His eyes follow the truck as she backs out.

You look up and catch his gaze, his shoulders sag at the sight of your broken-down face.

-

You wake up and stare at the ceiling with the moonlight lighting the living room.

Emily lays asleep on the longer end of the couch, curled into the blanket since tonight's colder than it has been all week.

You push yourself up and think about everything that happened earlier in the day. You don't know whether you wish it didn't happen or if it happened sooner.

You wander into the kitchen and get yourself a glass of water.

After drinking as much as you can, you glance out the window and stare into the forest, always finding it peaceful since you were a kid... back when you two were friends.

You sigh, remembering how embarrassed you were, it was stupid but then your parents got into an accident and your sister was taken to live with your aunt in California while you were left in the care of Emily because she was your godmother and wanted nothing more than to keep you in Folks.

She tried all she could to keep you two together, but your mom's sister fought harder for your sister.

You know Paul probably doesn't even know why you were so upset or what happened since a proper funeral didn't take place, you don't even know if he knows.

You blink and you’re back to reality, no longer stuck in memory lane and find a wolf near your house.

It's him, you know it.

There's no other reason a wolf would be nearby at this time of night, intensely staring at your house or you.

You turn away, unsure of what to do about everything that's happened.

You step back into the living room, checking on Emily, smiling when you see she's still asleep.

You wipe the stray tear that trickles down your cheek, thinking back to when you and your sister would stay in the living room for your sister hangouts.

A shadow moving near the door alarms you, causing you to turn and investigate.

You jump, placing a hand over your heart, wanting to curse him out.

You carefully unlock the door and step outside, making sure to grab your key beforehand, in case you get locked out.

The last thing you need is Paul to try and get you back inside and/or scare the daylight out of Emily because of him.

You sigh, crossing your arms. "What do you want?"

His eyes are drawn down towards your chest at your movements before trailing back to your annoyed expression, something he finds himself falling more and more for.

"If you’re just going to oogle me like a piece of meat, I'm going back inside."

His hands grab your wrist, stopping you before you can step closer to the door. "No- I- I didn't come here for that."

"What did you come for?" You snatch your wrist back from him.

The porch light buzzes, you pray this doesn't take long.

"I wanted to talk."

"Then talk."

"Could we skip the attitude?"

"The only one here with the attitude is you."

"Says the one who keeps running when I open my mouth."

"It was a bad idea coming out here to talk to you, just go, Paul."

He sighs.

The light pops, breaking above you.

You flinch, raising your arm to cover your face and slowly dropping it so the pieces of light don't cut your skin.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you away from the mess. "Hey, hey," he cups your cheeks. "Are you okay?"

You avoid making eye contact with him.

"Stop fighting me and look at me."

You turn your head and find his concerned expression to be the most breathtaking thing you've ever seen.

His eyes are drawn the red line across your cheek. "Your-"

Emily opens the door, staring at the two of you and looks to the side, finding the mess. "You two get inside so I-"

Paul shakes his head, "I'll do it. You take care of her."

-

"You need to tell him."

"I don't have to tell him."

"He's your best friend."

"Was my friend but then he started growing up and became a butthead."

"Boys who like someone are mean to them because they have the emotional capacity of a stick."

You owlishly blink, listening to the phrase she said. "Yeah, I know. He's prime example number one."

"Not all relationships are perfect."

"That's true and we're not in one."

"Maybe he can help you?"

"With what?"

"Your issue."

You shake your head, "no. He's not helping me."

"He's the only one who doesn't know."

"The other guys don't know."

"I think out of all the boys, other than Sam, Quil might know what happened, other than that they don't."

"And I don't know them."

She sighs, "is this really the attitude you're going to have towards the one the universe decided was yours?"

You pretend to think about it for a second. "Yep."

-

You step out of the hall, watching him try and remember where to put the broom. "Give it." You put it back in its place. "Thanks."

"It was no big deal. I didn't want you to get hurt."

You roll your eyes. "That."

"What?"

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Why do you think?"

The question holds no attitude even though the phrase seems like it.

"I don't know because you won't talk about it."

"Do you- nevermind."

"No, tell me."

"I don't want to do this right now, Paul. Please, go home."

"No," he stands his ground, tired of you pushing him away. "What happened with us because one second we're friends and the next we're not."

"Did you ever think maybe you acting like a dick was reason enough?"

"You're blaming me?" His shoulders tense up.

Emily notices and eyes him from the couch.

"I didn't make fun of my friend and get the other kids to join in on the tormenting, you did that easily enough."

"I didn't mean to. I told you-"

"That was not joking around, and you blatantly made fun of me."

"I- I didn't know any better. I was a kid."

"Just because you were a kid, doesn't mean you didn't have a brain, you just had to use it. You know those kids are ruthless and mean then you joined in with them."

"I didn't think they were close to me."

"They hated me."

"Everyone hated everyone, girls were gross then."

You scoff, looking away to hide the fact that that day was the beginning of the end for you as you tear up. "I don't want to talk to you anymore," you tell him wiping your cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

"Do you even know how long that stupid nickname has stuck around, even now because you still use it?"

"It's cute."

"It's annoying. I don't like it and you still bully me."

"It's not bullying if it's endearing."

"Try the opposite."

"Okay," he sighs, "I'll stop using it."

"I'm happy the two of you are acting like your friends again but it's almost two in the morning and I'm tired."

"I'm off patrol and it's raining."

"Convenient," you mumble.

He smiles, staring at you as you plop beside Emily. "The lights are still working."

"I noticed." She places her hand on the back of your head and mindlessly pats your head.

You fight to keep your eyes open, listening to the two talking while you're becoming more and more relaxed.

-

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[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 31/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Slight!Smut, Language, age gap, angst, fluff

Word Count: 8459

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

It was late November, the air crisp but not too cold, and you sat on Jared’s porch in the backyard, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the scene. Jared’s wife and kids were out of town, leaving the house quiet except for the low murmur of conversation and the occasional sound of Jensen pacing in the yard below. Jensen was on the phone with Danneel—again. The tension in his voice was unmistakable, even though you couldn’t make out the exact words.

You took a sip from your beer, your shoulders slumping as you let out a sigh. It was the same story over and over. Danneel had promised to sign the divorce papers weeks ago, and yet here you were, nearly at the end of November, and nothing had changed. Every time it seemed like progress was being made, something would come up—some excuse, some new argument, and the papers would remain unsigned.

Jared, who was sitting beside you on the porch, glanced at you, clearly noticing your frustration. He took a swig of his own beer, his eyes drifting over to Jensen, who was pacing the backyard, his voice rising and falling as he argued with Danneel. It was hard not to feel the weight of the situation. This whole thing had been dragging on for far too long, and it was taking a toll on everyone—especially Jensen.

“Seems like it’s never gonna end, huh?”, Jared said quietly, breaking the silence between you. He leaned back in his chair, watching Jensen with a mixture of sympathy and annoyance. "I hate seeing him like this. He deserves better".

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak for a moment. The frustration and uncertainty had been building up inside you for weeks. You knew how much Jensen was struggling, caught between trying to do right by his kids and wanting to move forward with his life—and with you. But as long as Danneel kept dragging her feet, it felt like you were all stuck in limbo, waiting for something that might never happen.

“I just don’t get it”, you finally muttered, your voice tinged with frustration. “She said she would sign. What’s she waiting for? It’s like she’s doing this just to keep him tied up in knots”.

Jared let out a soft grunt of agreement. “That’s exactly what she’s doing. She knows what she’s doing, keeping him on edge like this. It’s about control, and she doesn’t want to let go of it”.

You sighed, resting your elbows on your knees as you watched Jensen continue to pace. You hated seeing him like this—so stressed, so caught up in a situation that seemed to have no end in sight. You knew how much he loved his kids, how important it was to him to be a good father, and that made everything more complicated. Danneel knew exactly how to push his buttons, and she wasn’t afraid to use the kids as leverage.

“He can’t keep living like this”, you said softly, more to yourself than to Jared.

Jared nodded, his gaze still fixed on Jensen. “No, he can’t. But until Danneel lets go, I don’t know what else he can do. It’s like she’s holding him hostage, and there’s only so much he can push before it affects the kids even more”.

You knew he was right, but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow. You took another sip of your beer, trying to push away the gnawing feeling of helplessness. This wasn’t how you’d imagined things would be when you and Jensen started this relationship. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but the constant back and forth with Danneel, the endless waiting, was starting to wear you down.

After a few more minutes of pacing, Jensen finally hung up the phone, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He walked over to the porch, his face a mix of frustration and exhaustion. He didn’t say anything at first, just dropped heavily into the chair beside you, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s still not ready to sign”, he muttered, his voice tight with anger. “Every time I think we’re making progress, she pulls something like this”.

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm, offering him a small squeeze of support. “I’m sorry, Jensen. I know how hard this is for you”.

Jared leaned forward in his chair, his expression serious. “You can’t let her keep doing this, man. She’s dragging this out for control, not because she has a good reason. You’ve done everything you can to be fair”.

Jensen nodded, but his eyes were distant, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. “I just don’t know what else to do, man. I don’t want to make things worse for the kids”.

Jared sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I get that. But you deserve to move on with your life too. She can’t keep you trapped like this forever”.

You sat there in silence for a moment, the three of you watching as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

Jensen stared off into the distance, his expression unreadable, before he finally ran his hands roughly over his face, letting out a long breath. Then, without saying much, he stood up and held out his hand toward you.

“C'mon”, he mumbled, his voice low but insistent.

You looked up at him, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion, then glanced toward Jared, who gave you an equally puzzled look. “What?”, you asked quietly, unsure of what he had in mind.

“Just.. come”, Jensen urged again, wiggling his hand for you to take it.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he was planning, but there was something in his eyes—a mix of determination and vulnerability—that made you reach for his hand without question. Little did you know, Jensen had something significant planned. He’d been holding onto a secret, undecided, but now, in this moment, it seemed like he was ready to show you something he hadn’t even mentioned yet-.

As you stood up, Jared, clearly intrigued, followed suit. “Hold up, I want in on this too”, Jared said, grinning as he stepped beside you and Jensen. “I mean, if it’s something dirty or crazy, I’m definitely not missing out”.

Jensen gave a small, exasperated smile, shaking his head slightly but not giving away any details. “Trust me, it’s neither. But you can come if you want”.

Jared feigned disappointment, crossing his arms in mock frustration. “Well, that’s a shame, but I’ll still tag along. Can’t have you two going off on some mysterious adventure without me”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Jared’s playful attitude, but your curiosity grew.

The three of you walked toward the driveway, and Jensen didn’t say much as he led you to your car, but his grip on your hand was steady, as if he was gathering his thoughts. Jared hopped into the backseat as Jensen opened the passenger door for you. Once you were all settled in the car, Jensen finally spoke up, his voice calm but a little uncertain.

“There’s something I’ve been thinking about”, he began, glancing over at you as he pulled out of the driveway. “Something I haven’t told you yet”.

You stared at him, still puzzled by the silence. Jensen hadn’t said anything more since he’d mentioned having something on his mind, and with each passing second, your curiosity and anxiety grew. You could feel the weight of the unspoken words, but it was the uncertainty that really got to you. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, glancing at Jared through the rearview mirror before turning back to Jensen, who was focused on the road.

“Just tell me, Jensen!”, you finally burst out, your voice a little more tense than you intended.

Deep down, a familiar fear had started to bubble up—one you had felt before, especially after the times Jensen had been slightly dismissive or distant following another argument with Danneel. The uncertainty always left you feeling like you were bracing for something worse, something you couldn’t control.

“Please”.

Jensen glanced over at you, his eyes soft but determined, as if he could feel the worry creeping into your thoughts. He shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I want you to see it first”, he mumbled.

That didn’t help the knot in your stomach, but you tried to push the fear aside, trusting him. He wouldn’t lead you into something bad. He wouldn’t do that, right?

Jared, sensing the tension, leaned forward from the backseat and made an exaggerated groaning sound. “Man, you’re killing the suspense! If you’ve got some big secret, just spill it already. We’re dying here!". His teasing tone cut through the heaviness in the air, making you chuckle despite yourself.

Jensen shot him a quick look in the mirror, shaking his head again but with more amusement this time. “It’s not like that, Jared”, he said, though there was a slight grin on his face now. “Just be patient”.

You exhaled, trying to settle your nerves as the car continued down the road. Whatever this was, it had to be important, and Jensen’s tone didn’t carry the weight of something negative. But still, after everything with Danneel and the constant uncertainty of where things stood, it was hard not to let your mind wander to darker places.

"Don’t worry”, Jensen mumbled, though there was a slight nervousness in his voice that you couldn’t ignore. He placed his palm gently on your thigh, squeezing softly as his eyes flicked over to meet yours for just a moment before returning to the road. The brief glance was filled with reassurance, but there was still something in his expression—a vulnerability he hadn’t shown in a while.

You tried to relax, the warmth of his hand grounding you a little, though the tension still lingered at the back of your mind. You trusted him, but the unease from the past weeks, with Danneel’s constant presence in his life and the uncertainty about where everything was headed, made it hard to fully let go of the worry.

Jared, clearly sensing the unspoken tension, shifted in the backseat, trying to break the silence with his usual humor. “Well, whatever it is, it better be good, man. You’ve got the both of us on the edge of our seats here. If it’s not some grand romantic gesture, you’re in trouble”, he teased, winking at you in the rearview mirror.

Jensen let out a small chuckle, though it was clear his mind was still focused on whatever was coming next. “I think you’ll both like it”, he muttered, his voice softer now, as if he was gathering himself before revealing what he’d been holding back. His thumb traced light circles on your leg, an absentminded gesture that soothed your nerves just a little.

A few minutes later, Jensen turned down a quiet street, lined with trees that cast soft shadows on the road.

He continued down the private, tree-lined road. As the trees thickened, the houses became more secluded, each hidden behind dense foliage, with small, private driveways.

Jensen’s grip on your thigh tightened for just a moment before he turned into the driveway at the very end of the road. The tires crunched softly over the gravel as the car slowed to a stop in front of a beautiful, secluded house. It was large, but had a cozy, inviting feel to it. There were tall trees surrounding it, offering both shade and a sense of seclusion, making it feel like a hidden oasis tucked away from the rest of the world.

You stared at the house, a mix of surprise and awe filling you. It was stunning, with a modern but homey design—clean lines, big windows, and a porch that wrapped around the front, giving it a warm, welcoming feel.

Jensen turned off the engine and exhaled deeply, his hand slipping from your leg as he leaned back in his seat, glancing at you.

“I got the keys yesterday”, Jensen admitted, his voice quieter now. “I haven’t even taken a look inside yet. An old friend of mine did me a favor—said I could come by, take a look, see if it feels right”.

He opened his door, the sound of gravel crunching under his boots as he stepped out. “Alright, kids, let’s get out”, he mumbled, clearly trying to lighten the mood, though the nerves were still there, evident in the way he kept flexing his hands.

You stared at Jensen, still not fully understanding what was happening. “What?”, you mumbled under your breath, feeling slightly out of the loop. Jared’s eyes, on the other hand, went wide with realization. Without a second thought, he stepped out of the car and gave Jensen a rough shove on the shoulder, catching you by surprise.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”, Jared exclaimed, shoving him again, this time with even more excitement.

Jared’s enthusiasm was infectious, and it quickly became clear that whatever Jensen was revealing was big—bigger than you had initially thought. Jared, obviously thrilled at the prospect, looked like he couldn’t believe his buddy was moving back Austin.

Jensen just chuckled softly, sticking one hand into his jeans pocket and raising his other hand in a mock surrender. “I haven’t bought it yet”, he said, his voice calm but tinged with that same nervous energy that had been there earlier. The weight of the moment hung between you all.

You stepped around the car, your heart beating a little faster. “Bought?”, you asked quietly, the confusion in your voice giving way to realization. Jensen was talking about buying this house.

Jensen’s gaze softened when he looked at you, but you could see the nervousness in his eyes. This was a huge step, one he clearly hadn’t expected to take so soon—or at least, not without talking to you first. “Yeah”, he admitted, his voice lowering as he took a breath. “I’ve been thinking about it. Moving back, finding something stable. And this place… I don’t know. It feels right. But I wanted you to see it first”.

Your heart skipped a beat at Jensen’s words. The idea of him moving back to Austin, especially so soon, wasn’t something you’d fully wrapped your head around. And now, standing here in front of this beautiful house, he was asking for your opinion, your involvement in the decision. The weight of it all hit you at once—this wasn’t just about a house. This was about him wanting to build a life with you.

You looked up at him, still trying to process what this all meant. “You really want me to help you decide? You want me to… move in with you?”. The question slipped out quietly, almost as if you were afraid to ask it, unsure if it was too soon to even think about something so serious.

Jensen’s gaze softened even more, and though he was clearly nervous, his determination never wavered. “Yeah”, he mumbled, his voice low but steady. “I can’t buy it until the divorce is finalized, but no matter what happens, I’d love to come back to Austin. To start fresh… With you”.

The sincerity in his voice hit you like a wave, making your heart race. He wasn’t just talking about the house—he was talking about a life, a future, one where the chaos of everything with Danneel and the divorce could finally be behind him, behind you both.

You blinked, glancing between him and the house, the realization settling in. “You really want this?”, you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen nodded, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles as he held your hand. “I do”, he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. “I want this for us. I know things are complicated right now, but this… this feels right. I want to build something here. Somewhere that feels like home”.

Your heart swelled with emotions—hope, love, fear, all swirling together. The thought of making such a huge step, of really committing to this new chapter with him, was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. But there was no denying the way your heart responded to his words. You wanted it too, even if the idea scared you.

Jared, standing to the side with his arms crossed, broke the moment with a playful grin. “Man, you’re really going all in, huh?”. He nudged Jensen with his elbow. “But hey, if you’re coming back to Austin, you know I’ve got your back”.

Jensen chuckled, though the nervousness hadn’t fully left him. “I can’t buy anything until the divorce is finalized, but I’m ready to make the move".

You looked back at Jensen, your chest tightening with a mix of emotions. “What if things with Danneel get worse?”, you asked quietly, the lingering fears bubbling to the surface. “What if she makes it harder for you?”.

“No matter what Danneel does, I’m moving forward. I’m not letting her hold me back anymore. I want to come back to Austin, and I want you with me”.

He was choosing you—choosing a life where you were central to his future, despite the uncertainty.

You took a deep breath, the emotions swirling inside you almost too much to handle. Despite everything Jensen had said, the weight of the decision still lingered. You wanted to be absolutely sure, to hear him say it again, to erase any doubts that might still be lingering in the back of your mind.

“Jensen”, you whispered, your voice wavering slightly, “are you really sure? Do you really want me to move in with you?”.

For a moment, he just looked at you, and then, to your surprise, a wide grin spread across his face. He rolled his eyes in that playful way that told you he wasn’t annoyed, just amused by your persistence. “You´re for real right now?”, he asked, his tone light but full of affection. “How many times do I have to say it?”.

He squeezed your hand again, pulling you closer until you were standing almost chest to chest. “I want this, alright? I want you. I want us. This isn’t just some spur-of-the-moment decision”. His gaze softened as he looked down at you, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable. “I’ve thought about it, and yes, I want you to move in with me. I want to build a life together here. You’re a part of my future, no matter what happens”.

The warmth in his words made your heart race, and for a moment, everything else—the divorce, the uncertainties, the complications—seemed to fade into the background. It was just you and Jensen, standing there in front of this house that could very well become your home.

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away, laughing softly at your own emotions. “Okay”, you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want this too”.

Jensen’s grin only grew wider as he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “Good, because I’m not doing this without you”.

Jared, who had been standing to the side, watching the whole thing unfold with a soft smile on his face, finally spoke up. “Alright, lovebirds”, he teased, clapping his hands together. “Are we gonna check out this house or what? Because I’m dying to see it”.

You both laughed, and Jensen loosened his grip on you, his hand still firmly holding yours as he nodded toward the front door. “Let’s take a look inside”, he said, his tone lighter now, filled with excitement.

And with that, the three of you walked toward the front door, stepping into what could be the start of a new chapter—a home, a future, and a life together.

Jensen led you and Jared through the large front door, and as soon as you stepped inside, the house took your breath away.

The entrance opened into a grand foyer with towering ceilings and polished, dark wood floors that gleamed under the soft, natural light filtering in from the oversized windows. The walls were a warm shade of cream, and the space exuded a modern yet welcoming feel. Above you, a large wrought-iron chandelier hung, casting soft light that filled the room.

Immediately to your right, a formal dining room stood, framed by large archways and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in abundant sunlight. The dining table was modern and sleek, made from rich, dark wood, with plush, cream-colored chairs. French doors led out to the side yard, offering a private outdoor dining space.

The heart of the house was the expansive living room, which flowed seamlessly into the kitchen. This open-concept space had a stunning blend of modern luxury and comfortable design. The living room had towering windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, giving you a clear view of the stunning backyard and the Colorado River just beyond. The focal point of the room was a modern stone fireplace, embedded into a wall of rich wood paneling, and surrounded by a large L-shaped couch with oversized, plush cushions.

Above, the gallery on the second floor overlooked the living room, creating an impressive open space that felt both expansive and connected. The high ceilings, clean lines, and modern furnishings gave the room a sense of understated elegance.

The kitchen was a damn dream. With sleek, custom cabinetry painted in a soft dove gray and expansive white quartz countertops, it was both practical and beautiful. A large island sat at the center, big enough for several people to gather around with its high-top barstools. The island was topped with a waterfall edge, the quartz cascading down the sides in a beautiful, smooth finish. The appliances were top-of-the-line stainless steel, seamlessly integrated into the cabinetry, and there was huge stove, double ovens, and a built-in wine fridge.

The kitchen flowed into a cozy breakfast nook, complete with a round table that looked out through large windows to the backyard.

And what a backyard it was.

Through the oversized glass doors, you stepped out onto a wide stone patio that extended the entire length of the house. There was an outdoor kitchen with a built-in grill, sink, and refrigerator. The patio opened up into an immaculately landscaped backyard. A sparkling pool was the centerpiece, with its sleek, modern design framed by stone and shaded by large oak trees. The pool had a built-in hot tub that flowed seamlessly into the main swimming area, the water cascading over the edges in a gentle, soothing sound.

Near the pool, a stone fireplace sat surrounded by a circle of comfortable outdoor lounge chairs, creating a cozy space for gatherings on cooler evenings. Beyond the perfectly manicured lawn, you could see the Colorado River glimmering in the sunlight. A small path led down to a private pier, where a few lounge chairs and a small dock were set up. It was the perfect place for fishing, launching a kayak, or just sitting by the water, enjoying the peaceful surroundings.

As you made your way back inside, Jensen led you upstairs to the second floor. The gallery overlooked the living room and kitchen below, and the sleek iron railing contrasted beautifully with the rich wood floors. Upstairs, there were four spacious bedrooms, each designed with large windows that brought in natural light. The master bedroom was the best, with a private balcony that offered sweeping views of the backyard and the river. Inside the master bedroom, there was an oversized walk-in closet with built-in shelving and enough space for even the most elaborate wardrobe.

The bathroom was pure luxury, with a deep soaking tub set beneath a large window that looked out onto the treetops, offering a serene view. The large walk-in shower was framed in glass, with modern tile and a rainfall showerhead.

Two of the additional bedrooms shared a bathroom, each with its own vanity area but connected by a shared shower and tub. The fourth bedroom had its own private bathroom, perfect for guests or a teenager seeking a bit of privacy.

Downstairs, there was another guest bedroom with a private bathroom, ensuring that any visitors would have their own space. The laundry room was large and functional, with plenty of counter space for folding clothes, built-in cabinets for storage, and a deep sink. It was tucked away in a quiet corner of the house, making it both convenient and out of sight.

The house was a perfect blend of modern luxury and comfortable living. It felt like a home designed not just for show but for a life filled with love, family, and friends. The balance of open, inviting spaces and private, cozy areas made it ideal for both intimate moments and large gatherings.

Jensen walked behind you as you wandered through the house, your eyes soaking in every detail. His hand rested gently on the small of your back, a reassuring presence as you moved from one room to the next. You could feel his anticipation, the way he waited for your reaction with every step, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

As you reached the spacious living room, you stopped for a moment, taking in the incredible view of the backyard and the river beyond. It was perfect—almost too perfect, like something out of a dream. The kind of house that felt like it could hold so much life, so much love. You turned back to Jensen, and he was already watching you, his eyes searching yours for some kind of affirmation.

“What do you think?”, he asked quietly, his voice filled with a mixture of nerves and hope.

You blinked, your mind racing as you tried to put your feelings into words. It wasn’t just about the house—it was about the life he was offering you, the future he was imagining for the two of you. And that future was starting to look more real, more tangible, with every step you took through this house.

“It’s…”, you paused, trying to catch your breath, overwhelmed by the gravity of it all. “It’s beautiful, Jensen. I mean, it’s perfect. I don’t even know what to say”.

Jensen’s face softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I wanted something that felt right for us”, he said, his hand still resting on your back. “Somewhere we can build a life. And… I wanted you to be part of that decision. I didn’t want to do this without you”.

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making you realize just how serious he was about this—about you. You turned to fully face him, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you.

Jensen's gaze softened even more, the nervousness giving way to something deeper—an earnest vulnerability. He stepped closer, his hand brushing a few strands of hair away from your face as he spoke, his voice quiet but filled with intent.

“Even though I can’t buy it just yet”, he began, his thumb gently tracing your cheek, “if you like it—if you can see us here—I’ll take a hold on it. I want this place to be ours, but only if you can see it too”.

You felt your heart skip a beat. The house was beautiful, but it was more than just a place—it was a symbol of everything he wanted to build with you. The life you both dreamed of but hadn’t quite dared to fully imagine until now. His words hung in the air between you, charged with the weight of what this meant for your future.

You looked around once more, taking in the expansive living room, the warm sunlight filtering in through the tall windows, the view of the Colorado River in the distance. It was everything you could have imagined, and more. But what made it truly perfect wasn’t just the house itself, but the idea of sharing it with him—building a life here, together.

“I can see us here”, you whispered, turning back to him, your voice thick with emotion.

Jensen’s face lit up, his relief and happiness so palpable that it made your heart swell even more. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and you could feel the tension he had been holding onto melt away.

“Then I’ll make sure it happens”, he murmured against your skin, his arms wrapping around you. “I’ll put a hold on it. This will be our home, I promise”.

You couldn’t help but smile wider at his words, your heart racing with excitement and love. The future suddenly felt less scary and more like a promise—one you were both ready to keep.

As the moment between you and Jensen hung in the air, Jared, who had been lingering quietly in the background, finally decided it was time to make his presence known. He cleared his throat dramatically, stepping into the living room with an exaggerated grin plastered on his face.

“Well”, Jared began, clapping his hands together with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Look at you two, playing house already. I knew I was tagging along for something juicy”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Jared’s playful tone, while Jensen rolled his eyes, clearly anticipating the teasing that was about to come.

Jared walked around the room, spreading his arms wide as he admired the house. “I mean, this place is ridiculous. I’m talking perfect. You guys will have to fight me to keep me from moving in. I can already see myself in that pool, cocktail in hand. You’ll never get rid of me!”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Yeah, well, if you show up uninvited, I’ll be sure to have the pool drained”, he teased, earning a chuckle from you.

Jared put a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Oh, come on! That’s no way to treat your future houseguest slash best man slash live-in nanny for the kids”, he joked, winking at you.

Jensen chuckled at Jared’s antics, but the lightness in his laugh was fleeting. You could sense the shift in his mood as the reality of everything else weighing on him began to creep back in. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing between you and Jared before letting out a soft sigh.

“There’s something I haven’t mentioned yet”, Jensen started, his voice a little more serious now. “Danneel’s been talking about moving back to Austin too, once we sell the house in Fairfield”.

You could see the tension in his jaw as he spoke, the uncertainty of the situation hanging in the air.

Jensen glanced at you, his hand finding yours as if he needed that grounding connection. “But.. Even if she doesn’t move back here, though… I’ll figure it out. I’ll move here no matter what. I want to be close to the kids, and to you”, he added, his eyes softening as they met yours. “But if the worst-case scenario happens and she decides to move somewhere else entirely, I’ll find a way to make it work. I’m not going to let her or the situation keep me from living where I want to be, and who I want to be with”.

You felt a wave of relief mixed with the weight of the situation. The fact that Jensen was so determined to move forward, to make Austin home, was reassuring, but you could also sense the strain of it all—the endless negotiations with Danneel, the logistics of parenting, and how it all weighed heavily on his shoulders.

You and Jensen took one last slow walk around the house. The house, with its stunning design and the potential it held for a new beginning, suddenly felt even more significant.

Jensen’s hand remained firmly on your back, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles as the two of you stepped out into the backyard. The sound of the river flowing softly in the distance mixed with the quiet rustling of the trees. The setting sun cast a golden glow across the landscape, making everything feel peaceful for just a moment.

As you reached the edge of the yard, standing by the path that led down to the private pier, Jensen stopped, turning toward you with a contemplative look on his face. He pulled you close to his side, wrapping his arm securely around you as you leaned against him.

“I know it’s a lot to take in”, he murmured, his voice soft. “But I want you to know that no matter what happens, this is where I want to be—with you”.

You looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. There was still so much uncertainty with Danneel, the kids, and the logistics of everything, but in this moment, all that mattered was the decision you were making together.

Jensen pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment as if he needed the closeness. “We’ll make this work”, he whispered against your hair. “Whatever it takes”.

You nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. “I believe you”, you whispered back, wrapping your arms around his waist as you rested your head against his chest.

Jared, who had been quietly watching from the patio, finally broke the silence with a lighthearted chuckle. “Alright, are we done with the heartfelt stuff? Because I’m getting emotional over here”.

As the three of you walked back toward the car, Jensen kept his arm around you, his presence steady and reassuring. Jared kept a light atmosphere as he teased you both, but there was an unspoken understanding between all of you.

Once you all settled back into the car, Jensen started driving, the familiar sound of the engine humming as you headed back to Jared’s place. The sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows on the road, but inside the car, the mood was light.

Jensen glanced at Jared through the rearview mirror as they drove, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “So, you told Gen about me and her?”, he asked, keeping his voice casual, but there was a flicker of curiosity behind it. He wanted to know how much Jared’s wife knew.

Jared grinned in the mirror, clearly enjoying the shift in conversation. “Oh, you mean have I told Gen that you’ve finally got your head out of your ass and found someone who’s way too good for you?”, Jared teased, his tone light but affectionate.

Jensen rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, something like that”.

Jared leaned back in his seat. “Of course I’ve told her”, he said, more seriously now. “She’s happy for you, man. She’s always rooting for you. But you know she’ll want to meet her again”. He nodded toward you with a grin. “Sooner rather than later”. His grin widening as he continued, "Gen knew something was up from the beginning. Right at my birthday party". He gave a knowing glance to Jensen through the rearview mirror, clearly amused by the memory.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, but he already seemed to know where Jared was going with this. "Oh yeah?", he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Dude, Gen figured it out that night. I mean, come on—since when do either of us invite a random person we met while buying alcohol for a party?". He shot you a wink, his grin widening. "You weren’t just some random guest. Gen clocked it right away, knew there was something going on".

You chuckled softly at Jared’s playful tone, feeling both flattered and slightly embarrassed at the revelation. You hadn’t realized that it was so obvious from the start, but Jared clearly had a knack for reading people, and it seemed like his wife was just as perceptive.

Jensen laughed, shaking his head slightly as he kept his eyes on the road. “I thought I was being subtle”.

Jared let out a scoff. “Subtle? Please. You guys had the whole ‘secret glances across the room’ thing going on. Gen saw right through it”. He paused for a moment before adding, more seriously, “And honestly? She wasn’t surprised. She knew for years that things with you and Danneel weren’t working. It was only a matter of time”.

There was a quiet shift in the car after that. Jensen’s expression softened, and you could feel the weight of those words settle in. Jared wasn’t wrong. Jensen’s marriage with Danneel had been rocky for a long time, and now, as everything was coming to a head, it felt like a natural, if difficult, progression.

Jared leaned forward again, his tone more thoughtful now. “Gen’s always said that you deserve to be happy, man. We’ve all seen how hard you’ve worked to make things right with Danneel, but sometimes… it just doesn’t work out. And that’s okay. The important thing is that you’re doing what’s best for you, and now… well, you’ve found someone who makes you happy”.

Jensen glanced over at you for a brief moment, his hand squeezing yours gently before returning to the wheel. "Yeah", he murmured, his voice low but filled with emotion. "I have".

Jared’s grin returned, and he leaned back in his seat, clearly pleased with how the conversation had gone. “Just don’t screw it up, man”, he teased lightly.

As December rolled into town, the colder morning outside was forgotten in the warmth of your shared bed. You lay on your stomach, feeling the soft sheets beneath you, tangled around your legs, while Jensen hovered above you, his body radiating heat. He was slightly between your legs, his hands gripping the mattress tightly on either side of your head as his lips moved lazily down your bare lower back. His touch was soft but firm, sending tingles up your spine as he explored every inch of your skin.

His hips brushed against your buttcheek, and just as his teeth gently bit down, causing you to giggle softly, the sound of his phone rang, shattering the intimacy of the moment.

Jensen groaned against your skin, his forehead coming to rest against the small of your back as he let out an exasperated sigh. "Of course", he mumbled, the frustration clear in his voice.

You couldn't help but smile, turning your head slightly to glance at him. "You going to get that?", you teased, your voice still breathy from the closeness of the moment.

He huffed, his lips brushing against your back one last time before he lifted himself off you, reaching toward the bedside table where his phone buzzed insistently. He glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It's probably something that can wait", Jensen said, sounding more annoyed than concerned, his thumb hovering over the decline button. He looked at you, his lips curling into a small, mischievous grin as he leaned down again, his lips ghosting over your shoulder.

You turned your head back into the pillow, chuckling. "Are you sure?", you asked, knowing how quickly things could shift, especially with all that had been going on in his life lately.

Jensen hesitated for a moment longer before finally pulling back again, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah, it's nothing that can't wait", he murmured.

His hands slid back down to your hips, his body resuming its position above yours, the closeness and warmth between you quickly reigniting the spark of intimacy. "Now, where were we?", he asked, his voice low and teasing as he nuzzled the back of your neck, his hips pressing closer to yours.

You giggled softly, your body relaxing back into the moment, the world outside once again fading away.

As the quiet moment stretched on, Jensen's closeness grew more intense. You felt the firm pressure of his arousal against you. His breath was warm against your ear, his groans soft but laden with need as he kissed along your neck, each touch sending shivers down your spine.

Jensen's hands gripped your hips gently, his movements deliberate as he pressed closer. His lips traced a path from your neck down to your shoulder, each kiss deepening the connection that the morning laziness had already fostered.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, seeing in his eyes a mix of affection and desire that mirrored your own feelings.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of heat as you pressed yourself back against Jensen, your bodies fitting together in a way that felt natural and intoxicating. His soft groans in response made your heart race, the tension between you building with every touch, every movement.

But then, his phone rang again, the sound breaking through the intimacy of the moment like an unwelcome intruder. Jensen groaned in frustration this time, burying his face in the curve of your neck as the phone continued to buzz insistently.

“Seriously?”, he muttered, his breath hot against your skin. He kissed your shoulder before sighing deeply, clearly reluctant to let go of the moment.

You giggled softly, feeling his irritation, but part of you was just as frustrated. “You should probably get that”, you whispered, your voice a mix of amusement and disappointment.

Jensen sighed again, reluctantly lifting himself off you, his hand brushing your back one last time before he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He glanced at the screen, and his expression shifted from annoyance to something more serious.

He hesitated for a second, his fingers hovering over the screen before he finally answered. "Yeah?", he said, his tone immediately changing, more alert now.

As much as you wanted to stay lost in the moment with him, you could sense the shift. Something was happening.

While Jensen continued talking with his manager, you tried to quietly slip out of bed, swinging one leg over his hips, intending to get up and make some much-needed coffee. You’d spent way too long in bed, lost in each other, kissing, teasing, and now the morning sun was filtering in through the curtains.

But just as you started to move, Jensen’s hand shot out, gripping your thigh firmly. His touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, and you froze in place, one leg still draped over him, the other half out of bed. His hand brushed up to your hipbone, fingers grazing your skin in a way that made your breath hitch. He pulled you gently closer to him, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as your body followed his lead, your most intimate part mere inches from his face.

Jensen’s eyes sparkled with amusement, a slow grin spreading across his lips as he watched you, fully aware of how flustered you had become. His phone was still pressed to his ear, his voice steady and composed as he continued the conversation with his manager. But his free hand was anything but composed. It moved deliberately, fingers brushing over your hip, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin.

Your heart raced as his thumb began to trace slow circles near your clit, the touch almost too light to be real, yet sending waves of electricity through you. You blushed furiously, your breath catching in your throat. The contrast between the casual way he spoke on the phone and the intimate attention he was giving you sent your mind into a whirlwind of sensation and anticipation.

Jensen's grin widened as he noticed your reaction, his thumb pressing just a little harder, brushing directly over your clit. He kept his eyes on you, his gaze dark with desire, even as he continued speaking in that smooth, calm tone, completely in control of the situation while you were quickly losing yours. The combination of his teasing touch and his playful, confident grin made it impossible for you to think clearly.

Every nerve in your body was attuned to his touch, and as his thumb continued to move in slow, deliberate circles, you could feel your body responding despite the presence of his phone conversation. You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was a losing battle.

As you hovered over Jensen’s chest, your breath shallow, you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. He licked his lips, his gaze flickering between your flushed face and the intimate space between your legs.

Without breaking eye contact, Jensen dipped his thumb inside you, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes darkening with desire. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp, your body reacting instantly to his teasing.

Jensen’s lips curled into a grin as he watched you, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

His thumb moved with a purpose, circling and retreating in a way that was maddeningly perfect. Each motion was calculated to draw out the moment, to intensify your desire without granting the final release.

As you struggled to maintain composure, the sound of Jensen's voice mingled with the sensations he was eliciting. He continued his conversation with his manager, his tone professional despite the intimate situation. "Yes, I've reviewed the schedule for January", he said, his voice steady. "We need to ensure that the production aligns with my current…. commitments. Can we possibly push the filming start by a week?".

His manager’s response was inaudible, but Jensen's slight nod indicated he was listening intently. "Understood", Jensen replied after a moment. "But let's try to negotiate for a bit more flexibility. It's crucial that the dates don't clash".

Throughout the call, Jensen’s thumb paused occasionally, his attention momentarily splitting between you and his professional obligations. Each pause left you anticipating more, the slow burn of need growing with each second of delay.

"Alright, send me the revised schedule once you've had that conversation", Jensen finally said, concluding the call. As he set his phone aside, his full attention returned to you. His grin broadened, aware of the intense state he'd left you in.

"Sorry about that", he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "Let´s get to the important thing". His thumb resumed its slow, deliberate dance, pushing you closer to the brink this time, his gaze locked on yours, reading every reaction, every tremor that coursed through you.

"Focus can be a tricky thing, can't it?", Jensen teased, his words a velvet caress that matched the physical ones. His touch became slightly more insistent, promising that he was now fully present, committed to taking you all the way.

An hour later, the morning had settled into a comfortable rhythm. You sat at your small kitchen island, eating your bowl of cereal, the soft clinking of your spoon against the bowl the only sound in the quiet space. Jensen stood nearby, leaning casually against the counter, a mug of coffee in one hand while his other scrolled through emails on his phone. Every now and then, he'd glance at something on the screen, his brow furrowing slightly as he responded to work-related messages.

Despite the quiet, there was an easy, intimate vibe between the two of you. Occasionally, Jensen would lean over toward you, wordlessly opening his mouth as if expecting you to offer him a spoonful of your cereal. You chuckled at his unspoken request, shaking your head but obliging him nonetheless. You scooped up a bit of cereal and brought the spoon to his mouth, which he took with a playful grin.

"You're like a child sometimes", you teased, rolling your eyes as he chewed thoughtfully, clearly enjoying the bite.

"Well, you picked a good cereal", Jensen quipped, his voice casual, though there was a soft affection in his tone. He took another sip of his coffee, his eyes returning to his phone, though you could tell he wasn’t completely absorbed in work—there was still a lightness about him that hinted he was still mentally with you.

"So, anything exciting in your emails?", you asked, resting your chin in your hand, watching him as he scrolled through his inbox.

"Just more scheduling", Jensen sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Trying to make sure everything’s set for January when filming starts again. There’s always something". He put his phone down for a moment and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. "But I’d rather be here with you than thinking about work".

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. It was these little moments that made everything feel so easy and real between the two of you—simple mornings like this, where the world outside the kitchen didn't matter much.

"Well, if you keep stealing my cereal, you’ll definitely be here a while", you joked, pushing the bowl slightly toward him.

Jensen chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon, then". He took another sip of coffee, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer, the weight of his words settling between you both in a way that was both reassuring and meaningful.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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[cleighwrites]

Late Night Call

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Jared x Jensen

Summary - Jared and Jensen are on hiatus from filming, and Jared's missing Jensen something terrible. He calls him and things escalate quickly.

Word Count - 1,938

A/N - Aaaaand I'm BACK!! It's been almost a year since I've written fanfic, and I just couldn't help but write something for the @spnkinkevents D/s weekend! Be gentle with me!! lol

Prompted and beta'd by @jld71 with some assistance from @buffywoo

Warnings - D/s relationship, Dom!Jared, sub!Jensen, phone sex, come play

Read here on Ao3

One week into their hiatus and Jared was missing Jensen something terrible. More than just the feel of him, or the sound of his voice, but just his solid presence and sense of security. He grounded Jared in a way that few others could. 

Jared waited until he knew Jensen would be alone in his room and called him. 

“Hey,” Jensen answered, his whiskey-smooth voice coming through the tiny phone speaker and calming Jared’s soul.

“Hey,” Jared said smiling. “How was your day?”

“Good; went to the lake and went out on the jet skis. Mack flipped twice.” Jared could hear the smile in his voice. 

“That sounds like a great day.”

“What did you do?” he asked. 

“Nothing much, just swam in the pool some, read a book.” 

“You read an entire book today?” Jensen sounded shocked. 

“Yeah…”

“I forget how fast you read…” 

Jared laughed. They sat in silence for a little while, Jared imagined Jensen lying leisurely in his bed. 

“You in bed?” he asked, unable to control the yearning in his voice.

Jared could hear him shuffle. “Yeah…” he answered, voice drawing out the word, like he knew where Jared was steering the conversation. “You?”

“Yup,” Jared answered. “Is everyone else asleep?”

“Most likely.”

“Good,” Jared said. “Wanna play?”

Jensen didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes.”

Jared took in a deep breath. He loved playing with Jensen. He was so responsive and obeyed so well. Of course, it was better in person, but just because they were a few counties away from each other, didn’t mean he couldn’t still get that feeling of control. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen corrected himself. 

“Good boy. Have you been a good boy since we last spoke?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jared’s dick swelled. “You haven’t touched yourself at all?” 

“No, Sir. Only to pee.”

Just as Jared had instructed him. “What are you wearing right now?”

“Just my boxer briefs.”

“Mmm,” Jared hummed, pleased, picturing Jensen’s thighs hugged by the tight, black material. “Are you hard?”

“Getting there, Sir.”

“I am, just picturing you lying in bed, waiting for me to call you, not touching yourself. Being so good for me.”

Jensen moaned. Jared could feel his growing desperation through the phone. 

“I want you to run your fingers down your neck. Start behind your ear, and keep your touches light.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Jared could hear Jensen’s breaths pick up as he followed directions. He could see him in his mind’s eye, eyes squeezed shut, phone in one hand as his other traced a delicate line down his throat. 

“Keep them going, down past your collarbone, down over your peck, around your sensitive nipple. You like me touching you like this?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen breathed into the phone. 

“You’ve been a good boy, you deserve to be touched. Pinch your nipple for me, make it hurt.” 

Jensen hummed and it turned into a pain-filled growl. 

“Good boy, now do the other one.”

“Yes, Sir.” 

Jared could hear the shift in Jensen’s voice. He sounded more like he was speaking on autopilot than he had been before. Jared loved that he could lead Jensen to that special place where only his voice and his pleasure existed. 

When he heard Jensen moan again, he reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his aching cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good boy,” Jared groaned into his phone. 

“Thank you, Sir. Where do you want to touch next?” he asked, breathy and clearly turned on. 

“Are you hard now?” Jared asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm,” Jared hummed again, slowly stroking himself. “I want you to trail your fingers down to your hips. Stay over the top of your boxer briefs. And don’t touch your cock. You can touch anywhere you want to on your torso.” 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m running my fingers down my stomach. My muscles are so tight I can feel the bumps of my abs. Oh!” Jensen stopped for a moment, breathing heavily into the phone. “I hit that spot just beside my belly button that makes my dick jerk.” 

Jared knew that spot well, he liked to suck on it and make Jensen squirm and moan beneath him. “Do it again, rub circles around it,” Jared commanded. 

“Ung,” Jensen made a strangled noise, “Y- yes, Sir.”

“You’re being so good for me,” Jared praised. Being on the phone meant that he had to be more vocal for Jensen to know how much his obedience was appreciated. 

Jensen moaned, his voice cutting off partway through.

“Does it feel good?” Jared asked, picking up the pace of his strokes.

“Feels so good, Sir. Thank you.”

Jared smiled, so pleased with his good boy. “You’re very welcome. Ready to move on, now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, put your phone on speaker and turn the volume down, then use both hands and I want you to run your fingers along your hips and go down to your thighs. Tease under the hem of your briefs; let yourself feel my fingers digging into your inner thighs. Tell me how it feels.”

“It tickles a little bit, but it feels so good,” Jensen whispered, the phone must have been on his chest because his voice was coming from further away. Jared could still hear his breathing, though, and the sound was equally comforting and stimulating. 

“If I was there, I’d nibble on your inner thighs. Pinch them for me, big pinches, make ‘em hurt.”

Jensen moaned, almost too loud for his current situation, but the sound was enough to draw out some precum from Jared’s dick. Jared spread it around his head with his thumb and kept stroking, imagining that he was there with Jensen and eating him alive. 

“Please,” Jensen begged. 

“Please, what, sweet boy?” Jared purred.

“Please, can I touch myself?”

Jared chuckled. “You are touching yourself.” 

“Please, Sir. Can I touch my dick?” Jensen begged. 

Jared could hear the desperation in his voice and it made his cock throb. This strong, confident man was asking for permission from Jared to touch his own cock. The power flowed through his body and made him quiver with it.

Still, he couldn’t let certain things slide. “I don’t know, can you?”

Jensen groaned, not in a sexy way. “May I touch my dick, Sir?” 

“Okay, I want you to run your fingers over your shaft, but keep the touches light and only use one hand. On the outside of your briefs,” Jared added as an afterthought. 

Jensen groaned in displeasure, but added, “Yes, Sir,” before Jared could reprimand him. 

“Tell me how good it feels,” Jared instructed. 

“Feels so good. I want more. Please, Sir.” Jensen’s voice was strained. 

“Not just yet. Run your finger over your head. Are you wet for me?”

“Nngh,” Jensen slurred. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re such a good boy, nice and hard and wet for me.” Jared held the base of his cock to keep from shooting his load too soon with the thought of Jensen wrung out, and sticky with precum soaking his briefs all for him. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you still rubbing your head? Getting all that cum stuck to your briefs, feeling how wet you are.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm, I want you to bring your fingers to your mouth and clean them off for me. Let me know when you’ve finished.”

Jared listened as Jensen openly slurped on his fingers. He could almost see Jensen’s plush lips wrapping around his fingers and sucking his own cum off the tips. That lewd image had Jared almost coming in the tight fist of his hand all over again. 

“‘M finished, Sir.”

“And what do we say?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Mmm. You’re very welcome. How do you taste?” Jared wished he was there to be able to answer the question for himself. He’d have had Jensen’s briefs wet with his spit by this point.

“Good, Sir.”

“I bet. Alright, I think you’ve earned your reward. I want you to leave your briefs on, but you can reach in and grab yourself. I want you to start slow. Long strokes, all the way up your cock.” 

Jensen moaned. 

“That’s it, let me hear how much you like it. Tell me how good it feels.”

“F- feels sooo good.” Jensen’s breaths were getting heavier and he could barely answer. 

“Run your thumb across your head. Smear all that precum around and get yourself nice and wet for me.”

Jensen made an unintelligible noise of pleasure. Jared’s balls were getting heavy and he could feel the knot in his stomach pulling tighter. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but he wanted to hold out for Jensen. He loved timing their orgasms to coincide. It didn’t always happen; most of the time he enjoyed wringing several orgasms out of Jensen before he would allow himself to come. But Jensen seemed to like knowing that he’d made Jared come, so he always wanted to give him that satisfaction. This was a give-and-take relationship, after all.

“Are you ready to come?” Jared asked. He sure as hell was.

“Yes,” Jensen breathed. “Please, may I come, Sir?”

“Yes, stroke yourself hard and fast, I want it to hurt, come whenever you're ready. I wanna hear it,” Jared answered. 

Jared could hear the slapping of skin over the line, mixed deliciously with Jensen’s whinny breaths heaving into the receiver. 

“Uh, ung, uh!!” Jensen grunted as he came.

Jared responded with grunts of his own, his release spilling out over his fingers onto his stomach and all the way up to his chest. His cock pulsed in his hand. 

“Wring yourself out for me, keep pumping that cock until every last drop comes out,” Jared commanded between breaths. 

“Ah! Yes, Sir,” Jensen gritted out, clearly uncomfortable, but still pleasuring himself. 

“Good boy,” Jared said, pulling his hand off his cock, watching as his cum stretched out between his fingers; wishing he had Jensen’s mouth to clean him up. 

“Ung. Thank you, Sir.”

“Are you finished?” Jared asked, genuinely curious if he was still coming. 

“Yes, now I am, Sir.” Jensen’s breaths were deep and even pants. 

“Good boy. Now, clean yourself up. Lick up every last drop.” 

In Jared’s mind, he watched as Jensen used his fingers to scoop up his creamy mess and brought it to his lips to lick them clean. He could hear the wet sucking of Jensen’s lips. He could feel the ghost of Jensen’s tongue swirling and cleaning each digit. 

“Such a good boy,” Jared purred into his phone. 

“Thank you, Sir,” Jensen slurred.

“How are you feeling?”

“Floaty; really, really good.”

“That’s good. You were so good for me.” 

Jensen mumbled something, but they weren’t full words. 

“Jensen,” Jared said softly.

“Mm?”

“Do you have some water?” Jared asked as he got up to clean himself up.

“Yessir,” he answered.

“I need you to drink some water for me. Then tuck yourself into bed and get some sleep.”

“Yessir,” Jensen said again, words all garbled together. 

Jared waited as he heard the cap of a bottle being opened. He wiped himself off, then got back into bed himself. “Don’t drink too much too fast,” he warned. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen said a little more clearly than before. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Jensen.” 

It was quiet for a little while, then Jared heard the rustling of blankets. “Jared?” Jensen asked.

“Yes?”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course, good night.”

“Night,” Jensen said, and then the line went dead. 

Jared lay awake for a little while longer, thinking of how much things had progressed between them, and making hopeful plans for their future. 

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[notinthislife50]

Chapter 11

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You came out of your bedroom,  flinging yourself on the sofa and sighing.

“You okay short stack?” Jensen asked chuckling.

“Just finding it hard to wind down after months of filming. I feel fidgety,” you explained resting your head on his shoulder.

“Enjoy it now, next week we start flying out for the cons,” he said.

“I know, but I just don’t know how to cope on my own,” you said absentmindedly.

Jensen sat up causing you to look at him in confusion.

“Hey I was comfortable," you complained

“You’re not on your own though," Jensen looked at you.

You caught on to what you said. “Jay I didn’t even realize what I said,” you began to explain.

Jensen looked at Jared and Jared cleared his throat. “How about I get us some food?” He asked.

“Indian please, " you and Jensen said together.

Jared laughed “You two are more alike than what you think, I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” he grabbed the keys and took off.

After Jared left you felt the tension in the room build.

“Jensen I wasn’t thinking,” you began hoping you hadn’t caused too much offense.

“Y/n let me talk," he interrupted you “Please,” he whispered the last part.

“I never want you to apologize for anything that has happened,” he began

“Jensen, but what about?” you started.

“Nothing," he said almost angrily causing you to move away from him.

“Y/n the past few years you never done anything wrong. You did what I asked of you. And I’m sorry I treated you the way I did,” Tears began to fall from his eyes. No matter what thoughts you had about Jensen the one thing you knew he would always take accountability.

“But what about now?" you asked, “I thought we were going to try and work on our friendship, but you’re been standoffish.”

“I don’t mean to be, I haven’t told you but I’m going to therapy and I’ve realized, you tried everything to be a good friend, but please understand, when my marriage was about to end,  I needed to know I did everything possible to save it, everything. Y/n I needed to have no regrets, no what ifs.”

“I understand Jensen" you promised “But it doesn’t mean that some of the things you did were very hurtful and unforgivable. You tried to take my job.”

“Believe me Y/n I will never forgive myself for that, I was desperate. Amy was constantly in my ear telling me I was betraying her. I am not excusing it but my mind was not my own."

You took a breath to stop your own tears from falling “Jensen,  of course, I understand you wanted to do all you could to make your marriage work, it‘s why I’m sitting here with you right now, but understand I’m not excusing your actions, you hurt me, your one of my best friends and you hurt me. So it will take time for me, but I’m willing to take the time because I love you.”

Jensen sighed you weren’t sure if it was out of relief or sadness. But he answered “That’s all I can ask for, I will give you the time you need and this is all about you. You control the pace. But I love you too and I am sorry "

Neither of you asked after. You put your head back on his shoulder you were unsure whether to cry or be happy but either way, it was a new start.

Jared came back with the food and the three of you ate like, chatting and laughing away. And you all couldn’t help but think that finally everything was the way it was meant or be

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[notafunkiller]

If you don’t hate AW, why is her name always in your mouth? you and the anons. makes you look like her fan more than seb’s. stop being so obsessed over seb’s personal life, and focus on being a fan of his work/projects. he’ll never date you/like you… you all are just a bunch of delusional bitches. get a life. you’re grown, aren’t you? bunch of femcel pricks./ honey i know that dating seb is a first thing on your mind, we usually think people would do the same thing as we, for example someone who steal first thing he will think is that people would steal from him also, we expect people to do what we do, and the fact that the only thing on your kind is seb will not date you is telling. Some people dont like aw because she bait seb when he said he whant to be private and stay away from social media, she make his events about her like cannes when she post here i come as if that was her movie, had a paid article that call her talk of the town when she couldnt even make to the 50 best dress actres in cannes in article that was not paid by her team and had a whole solo photoshoot, she came across as fake, controling and selfcenter but of course only argument is that all the people around the word no matter of gender or orientation whant to date seb and thats why we dont like aw, pull yourself together please. And by talking about aw, including her in everything he do, by your fantasies about his sex live you also invide his personal live even more than you claim we do, much much more belive me. And by calling people names you dont sound like a grown up or even someone who can have a decent conversation on good level, insults dont make ou better it actually make you sound child like. Like when a 5 year old dont get what they whant they also scream i hate you i hate you. Please be respectful if you whant to be take seriously and dont scream on people just because you think what you belive is better than other peoples opinions.

I didn't like Annabelle long before she was with Sebastian because she defended Woody All*n amd was/is bffs with Jared L*to. She is problematic in many ways.

And yeah... the whole: you wanna date x celebrity so you're jealous thing is so old and not true.

[kmp78]

“I have been a fan of this man and a Farreleto stan for some time years ago, and the amount of damage this does to the psyche is beyond measure” (No measure possible anyway because there is no direct cause and effect but what you yourself let happen. 🤨.) “The mental gymnastics I had to do to justify Leto's behavior and at the same time continue to believe in his affair with Colin Farrell 🙄 destroyed me psychologically.” (🤨 So much to unpack here but in a nutshell, pardon the pun, all that says is you were truly disturbed by something that has never been verified and that never should have affected you in the first place had you been emotionally well adjusted.) “At the time (2019) I was suffering from severe depression… It was literally one of the craziest times of my life and I thought I was going to lose my mind. Instead I lost my job because I spent ALL DAY thinking about JL and VK, CONTINUOUSLY wondering if she was his beard, if he and Colin were secret lovers, if they suffered being apart, all punctuated by a continuous effort to keep logic and reason away...” Who asked you to be a fan on the first place? Jared? Colin? God? Get a grip woman. I am genuinely sorry that you seemed to suffer but clearly you had pre-existing behavioral health issues being a seriously addicted celebrity worshiper which pre-dated your ‘mental gymnastics’. Your beliefs or responses to gossip around people who are in no way in your life personally and whose relationship should be of no cause of concern, fantasy or or stress to you is your problem and no one else’s. You intensely wanted your celebrity (s) to be who you wanted them to be (not gay lovers. apparently) and decided at some point they were, (true or not), so you melted down. Thst is in no way their fault but completely your own. Own it woman and stop claiming other people’s lives and actions control your own. YOU are expected to be in control of your thoughts, emotions, actions and consequences and no one else, particularly people you do not know. If you are not, please seek professional help. Let go of your misaligned anger and blame and start loving yourself. No malicious or sarcastic intent meant. 😶

Okay if everyone could just CHILL that'd be great. 🧘🏼‍♀️

[prettypinkporkchop]

can you please write a story about reader becoming friends with renesme and bella loses self control and she tries to attack reader and she finds out about the vampires and such and then jared imprints on her and she’s scared when he shifts and he calms her down and explains everything. end it how you want queen! love your writing!

"Kiss, marry, or kill?" Renesmee shows you a picture of a celebrity.

You make a stank face and shake your head. "Fuck no. Kill." You burst into laughter when she does too.

"How about this one?" She pulls up a picture of her and Jake.

You side eye her with a smile. "Really?" You laugh.

"Be honest!" She giggles, softly hitting your knee.

"Kill. Because he has more of your attention than I do." You roll your eyes.

"You're so clingy!" She groans playfully.

"You started it. You HAD to compliment my shirt during my shift and then HAD to give me your number."

She rolls her eyes and then clicks her tongue, shaking her head.

"All you!" You shove her.

Stops and stares at her bedroom door. "Jacob and his friends are here." She says and stands up.

"Uh, how do you know? I hear crickets." You giggle.

She ignores you and excitedly takes your hand. "You're going to love them!"

As you get to the bottom stairs, you see a bunch of people outside through the glass. It's pale and tan skin that fill up your sight. You're overwhelmed by the bunch.

Your shoes touch the grass as you reach the group of people.

"Y/n, hey." Jacob waves at you. He then grabs Renesmee and kisses her cheek.

"Hey!" You reply.

Your mind can't even register what happened because you just randomly end up with a cold hand around your throat. You feel someone behind you, snarling like an animal.

"Bella!" Everyone grabs her off of you.

Next thing you know, there are wolves lined up. Carlisle and Edward are holding a struggling Bella.

Renesmee and Jacob grab onto you. "Hey, it's okay!" Renesmee whispers.

"What in the holy hell fire is going on?" You yell.

"UGH, I told you not to bring any outsiders in." Jacob scolds Renesmee.

You look over at the wolves that are threatening Bella. They're growing and circling her. You look at one wolf who is staring at you. Dark brown fur. He's a beauty.

His eyes won't tear away from yours. You catch yourself not wanting to move them either. Who is this??

"Well, that makes things easier." Jacob said.

You turn to him in a panic. "What is going on?!" You scream.

"Look, we're leaving you with that wolf. You're safe. We have to get Bella out of here." Jacob replies.

Next thing you know, you're standing outside with a gigantic wolf a few yards away from you. It got quiet when everyone went inside. The wolf takes a step closer but you move backwards.

"No, stay. Over there." You say shaken up.

The wolf huffs and walks away. Leaving you by yourself. You turn toward the house to see everyone fighting and yelling, and then you see Bella literally throw Jasper. Alright. This is your cue to run.

You start going. Leaving the trail. You've got to get home. But warm arms grab you. You scream and try to get out of the grip.

"Hey, you're okay. You're okay." You see the most hottest guy in the world. You're breathing rapidly and your anxiety is still high. But looking at him got you a bit calmer.

"My name is Jared. I know who you are. Let me take you home, okay? I've got you." He gently rubs your arms.

You feel his skin send electricity down your body. You shiver and blush at the contact. "Yeah, thank you." You breathe out in relief.

The walk home was interesting. He had explained everything to you. You've been joking with him and flirting, taking things not too seriously because of how safe he made you feel. It was crazy but you're just glad you didn't freaking die.

"A hot wolf is my soulmate? Sure." You step up the steps to get to your front door.

"No, I'm serious." He softly grabs your elbow to stop you.

You turn and look at Jared. His toned arms and tan skin oh save you.

"I can live with that." You smile.

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere." He smiles.

[redheadjustin]

Headcanons for Sam Uley with a vampire boyfriend please 🙏

Sam Uley. You know the name. The alpha of the La Push wolf pack. Half brother to Embry Call. Hard. He’d never imprinted on Emily Young. That honor went to Leah Clearwater. Jared, Paul, Quil and Jacob had all imprinted and Sam, while happy for them, was resentful that a lot of his brothers had imprinted and found their soulmates.

Sam was loney. He wanted to have someone to love. He didn’t even care if it was a guy. Despite the elders, LGBTQ+ was wholly accepted in La Push thanks to One Billy Black. 

There was a ninth Cullen no one knew about. Y/N Cullen. You were turned after 9/11. you were one of the selfless police officers who tried to help those trapped. 

Emmett was the one to turn you. The entire Cullen clan (minus Jasper) was at ground zero helping. Emmett tried to save you without using the bite. He really did. Despite what people chose to believe, Emmett was serious. He had learnt medicine from Carlisle and despite every trick he used Emmett had only one option to save you. So, he turned you. Carlisle wanted to be mad. But, when he thought about you and the reasons why, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed.

You were 18. Fresh out of the NYPD academy. You wanted to be a cop since you were three. So you jumped at the chance to become one right after High school. You served with honor and distinction right until your last breath. You were grateful to Emmett for saving you. You were a bit miffed at having to wait a while before you could be a cop again but you’d rather wait until you had your blood thirst under control until you returned to duty. 

When the Cullens moved to forks you were still in Alaska. You didn’t like moving. Something you hated even as a kid. So you stayed in Alaska until you got word from Carlisle that the voltri wanted to kill your nice Reneesme. You were called in as they needed all hands on deck. You came running. You had never met Bella, Jacob, or any of the pack. You sent a gift to the wedding but you stayed away. Mainly because you couldn’t bear to see everyone with their mates. You’d never believed in soulmates until you were turned. Seeing the way Carlisle and Esme or Alice and Jasper or Emmett and Rosalie looked at each other made you believe. But, It also made you hurt. It seemed everyone but you and Edward had your mates and it tore at your very soul. You knew sooner or later you would meet your soulmate but until then, you were content to be away from your adopted family. 

You drove your Mustang as fast as you could without getting a ticket. Time was of the essence. The voltri had said they would appear at the first fall of snow. It was december 5th. You had planned to spend Christmas with your family anyway. However this made sure that you would be planning and training as hard as you possibly can. It just wasn’t your life that depended on it. It was Carlisle, Emse, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, Edward, Bella, Reneesme and the pack’s lives at stake too. And you’d be damned if you went down without a fight. You would fight for your family until your head got separated from your body.

As you pulled up to the house, well manson, You saw more cars then what belonged to your family in the driveway. This made you both happy and nervous. You were happy that your family had allies. But, you were nervous as you’ve never met shifters before. As you stepped into the house you were surprised to find yourself being hugged by alice. You were all smiles as your family greeted you. You very much missed them. When you were introduced to Bella she was cold to you. You just assumed it was the stress. You were the ‘sweet uncle’ to Reneesme. She loved your hugs and  your stories about you growing up In New York. 

You were a bit surprised to hear Jacob had imprinted on her but Once it was explained to you and you knew it was something he didn’t have a say in you were fine. The whole time imprinting was explained to you, you could feel eyes on you. You looked up and saw the most beautiful man in the world.

He was built. And you appreciated that he wore tight clothing because you could see every curb and muscle. The second you looked into those deep light brown eyes you felt as if nothing mattered but him. Any thoughts of fighting for your family had been replaced with only fighting for this man. Even though  you just met him you felt a connection to him. It was as if he was the most important person in the world. 

“Oh great! Sam just imprinted on a leech too!!” the only woman who smelled of dog said. You immediately bared your fangs at the woman who dared insult this man. He deserved nothing but love and praise and- It was then you realized he was your mate.

You later found out that the man’s name was Sam Uely, the alpha of the pack. You were pleased to just stare into his eyes for hours on end. You spent whatever time you weren’t training spending time with your mate. You didn’t care about anyone else but Sam for a while.

When Sam heard your Backstory he gained a respect for you that he only gave to the wolves who won a tough fight. Every night before he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms Sam would say “I love you my brave officer.” You felt your heart melt every time he said this. No matter how many times he said it you felt like you did when your mom hugged you after becoming a cop. Loved, accomplished and complete. 

You and Sam fought the voltri as a team. You took care of each other. Though Alec, Jane, Felix, Demtri, Marcus and Caius joined your side Aro still had the advantage. It was only when Aro pinned Sam down and was going to Kill him did you consider using your gift.

You see, when you were human You had the ability to make split second decisions and have it turn out in your favor. When you became a Vampire you found you had the gift to Bend time to your will. You didn’t use it much as it could end up catastrophic. But, seeing your mate, your life, your reason for living under Aro, unable to get the mad king off him, fighting for his life woke something in you. You slammed into Aro, knocking him off of Sam. You used your gift to keep him in place as you sent him flying into tree after tree creating crack after crack in Aro. You somehow made it back to the clearing. You would never forget the look in Aro’s eyes when he realized he was as good as dead. You let each member of your family take a limb. You delivered the final blow, removing Aro’s head.

You and Sam got married a few weeks after the battle. Billy was the one who officiated. Well, he Officiated the wedding for the mortals. Caius officiated the wedding to have your marriage recognized by the Voltri. You let Alice plan both. You used to hate the way your family looked at their mates. But, now you had sam to spend eternity with.                       

[hologramcowboy]

I’m not gonna lie, this fandom is absolutely draining but I do miss watching supernatural and because of the whole prequel debacle, coupled with toxic and delusional fans, I stopped watching it and can’t stand Jensen or Misha sometimes, but once I realized that they aren’t a reflection of their characters and Dean wouldn’t go behind Sam’s back and completely shit on TW and Jensen (I told myself I wouldn’t be petty in this post, but I couldn’t help it lol), I feel like I can pick supernatural back up again, but this time just stay away from the online fandom, or just interact with Jared fans, normal Jensen fans, and normal destiel fans, because even the last two actually understand what supernatural was about and aren’t toxic as fuck.

It's important to emphasize that ANY "faction" of fandom has extremely balanced, intelligent, loving people just as it has it's cray cray ones, anon. I know I am heavy on AA criticism but please know that when I reference hateful hellers or unbalanced Jensen stans, I am exclusively referring to those sad cases that propagate negativity and lack of balance. None of the SPN loving groups have only cray cray people but sometimes it can seem that way.

My advice to you is to detach as much as possible from the drama and to focus on creating a list of positive aspects about fandom, SPN and why you love watching it. What is the essence behind that show? Love. Unconditional love. Despite flaws, conflicts and high challenges, impossible challenges. How can you include more into your life? Because that's what's at the core of why you love the show.

You could even do an Emotional Diary and write "I love enjoying Supernatural because" and then let your pen flow, write without filter and if you feel yourself controlling your thoughts then start over. (This is an exercise actors use but it is very healing in real life too, you can use it to tap into your deeper feelings and bring forth unconscious patterns, key motivations, etc)

I love that you have already decided to connect with healthy people and have rich conversations, fandom is beautiful precisely because it gives you a chance to connect with likeminded individuals and share passions. Enjoy and thank you for the ask! 🧡

[therandomficwriter]

Jealousy Looks Good On You

Who: Jacob Black

What: Jacob ignores his imprint on reader and when he sees someone else care for reader after they get hurt, he finally changes his ways.

Warnings: Cursing?, minor injury, mentions of blood (that’s about all I can think of?)

Request: Yes from @julesxoxo11

A/N: This one was fun to write! I’m honestly really happy about the way it came out! I hope everyone enjoys it! And please don’t forget to check out the link!⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )

The sun was shining on La Push beach where you found yourself hanging out with the pack once again. As you pulled up, you noticed the rowdy bunch goofing around. You chuckled at their antics before you exited the car.

The pack had always been like a second family to you since you grew up in town and had been close to many of them. Then one day a lot of them had started to ignore you.

The presence of large animals had also been reported a lot during that time and you had heard their legends long enough to put all the pieces together.

You then followed them into the woods and learned the truth that day. Ever since then you had all been inseparable and promised not to leave each other again.

Slowly, you made your way towards them and as you neared the group you noticed a couple people weren’t there. Sam and Emily seemed to be nowhere in sight so you figured they must have stayed back at the house.

Then there was Jacob, who you figured was probably with Bella. You had learned about imprinting after he had imprinted on you about a month ago. He had immediately rejected it claiming that he should have his own say in his love life. He had chosen Bella Swan over you.

You were hurt for a couple days after but soon pushed passed it. They had told you it would be painful for you both to be apart so you chose friendship over nothing. You knew you couldn’t make him be with you so you just told him that you would happily stay friends with him.

As soon as you were a few feet away from the pack, Embry turned and made eye contact with you.

“Hey Y/N, glad you could finally make it!” He beamed at you.

Everyone turned to greet you happily. Seth immediately called your name and ran to give you a big hug as usual which you gladly returned.

“Alright that’s enough, give her some air.” Leah said rolling her eyes.

“Hey Leah!” You smiled at her.

She smiled back and pulled you into a hug as well then quickly let go to let you say hello to the other guys.

“So why are we meeting here and not at Emily’s?” You questioned as you looked at everyone.

“Eh, Jake brought that leech lover over.” Paul said with a scowl on his face.

“Yeah, so we took that as our sign to get as far away from there as possible.” Jared finished with a chuckle.

“Fair enough.” You replied laughing a bit.

“Well let’s not think about that too much. Come on let’s play some soccer.” Quil suggested.

Everyone quickly agreed and split into teams. You, Paul, and Seth on one team and Leah, Jared, and Embry were on the other, with Quil as the ref.

With everything set you began the game. It went by pretty smoothly till the end of the game quickly neared. Your team needed one more point for the win and you guys had it in the bag.

As Paul fought with Leah for control of the ball, you quickly ran past them when he finally got it from her. You turned and back-pedaled, yelling for Paul to kick it towards you.

Unbeknownst to you a big rock was a few paces behind you. While you waited for the ball, still jogging backwards, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Hey, Y/N, watch out!” Embry called from behind you.

“Wha-”

You didn’t get to finish your thought as your foot came in contact with the rock, you tripped, which immediately caused you to fall to the ground with a thud.

Everyone hurriedly ran towards you to make sure you were alright. As you sat up, a sharp pain shot through your ankle and you quickly grabbed it and let out a gasp of pain.

“Shit, are you okay?” Paul asked worriedly.

“No, I think my ankle might be hurt.” You stuttered out as the pain grew.

When they looked down they noticed your ankle was bleeding from when it hit the rock and it seemed to be slightly swelled. Everyone then started to panic not knowing what to do.

“What should we do, should we take her to the hospital or something?” Seth asked out in a rush.

“Oh boy, Sam in gonna kill us.” Embry said worriedly.

“I don’t think it’s Sam we have to worry about.” Quil replied.

“Everyone shut up and come on, we gotta help Y/N.” Leah said and quickly took charge, “Quil, you and Embry shift quickly and run to Emily’s and tell them we need ice for Y/N. We’ll be close behind in the car. Now go.” Everyone agreed and went their separate ways to get help as soon as possible.

Back at the house, Jacob sat at the table with Bella as they talked with Sam and Emily. Emily then got up to start dinner since the whole pack would be coming back soon and Sam went with her to help. Jacob and Bella stayed there and engaged in a small conversation which was soon cut short by a ruckus outside.

“Emily, quick, it’s an emergency! We need some ice!” Embry yelled making his way inside with Quil hot on his tail.

“Woah, woah, wait, slow down. What happened?” Sam asked with a serious tone.

“Well we were playing soccer and Y/N-”

At the sound of her name, Jacob quickly got up went straight towards them as he disregarded what he was previously doing.

“What happened to Y/N?” He said as worry and anger quickly overcame him.

“I’m getting to that. Well, you see-”

He was once again interrupted by the sound of people making their way inside.

Seth and Jared quickly ran inside and cleared off the couch. Leah then walked in the door eyes darting towards Embry and Quil.

“Did you get the ice?” She questioned.

They looked at each other before they made their way towards the fridge for the ice as one grabbed a bag along the way.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you pea brains with anything.” She said while she rubbed her forehead in annoyance.

“Where’s Paul?” Sam asked.

“He should be coming in any second.” She replied.

As if on cue, Paul made his way through the door with you curled up in his arms, your eyes slightly glossy from the pain you felt.

At the sight of you in Paul’s arms, almost in tears, Jacob couldn’t help but feel angry and worry all at once. You were his imprint after all and to see you like that brought in that familiar feeling of jealousy. He immediately walked up to the two without thinking before he voiced his unease.

“What gives, huh? First you let her get hurt and then you come in holding her like that when you know damn well she’s my imprint.” He said voice raised.

You felt Paul stiffen and slightly shake as his anger started to rise at Jacob’s sudden outburst. Before a fight broke out you spoke up.

“Jacob, calm down. It’s not his fault, besides he’s helping me.” You said lightly trying to defuse the situation.

Your words seemed to only make him angrier as he said, “Yeah but that’s supposed to be my job, since you’re my imprint!”

You sighed and quietly asked Paul to take you to the couch, much to Jacob’s dismay as he followed behind you both rapidly. He set you down gently and made sure your leg was fine then went to the table where everyone waited, not before throwing Jacob a scowl.

He only scoffed at Paul and stood there next to you as he looked at you. Embry quickly made his way towards you two and handed Jacob the ice pack before making his way back to the others.

Before he could place the ice on your ankle, you swiftly grabbed it out of his hand and mumble out, “I can do it myself.”

You gently placed it on you ankle and hissed out in pain at the feeling. Jacob’s jaw only tightened the sound of your pain, doing nothing to help his agitated state.

As if he sensed the growing tension between you two, Sam ushered everyone out the door.

“We’ll be outside to give you two some privacy.” His gruff voice sounded.

You nodded silently thanking him.

“I better get going too. I’ll talk to you later Jake.” Bella said looking his way.

He made no notice of her words and kept his attention solely on you. You couldn’t help but frown slightly at the way she used his nickname but tried not to show your bitterness.

She sighed and made her way out of the house leaving only you and Jacob left. The silence was defending as neither of you decided to speak up.

“Jacob, you can’t be doing this when one of the other guys helps me with something.” You sighed out finally.

“Yeah but I’m the one that’s supposed to be helping you, not them.” He said with an edge in his voice.

You looked up at him with a slight glare before talking, “First of all you weren’t there, so what was I supposed to do then? And don’t you dare say you would’ve been there cause we both know who you would’ve rather been with considering you were already with her.”

He opened his mouth but you quickly cut him off before he could get a word out.

“Secondly, we both agreed we would stay friends cause that’s what you wanted. You cannot be acting that way when any of them help me because they are my friends too. Besides what are you gonna do when I find someone I really like and we start dating? They’re gonna be the one I go to when I need help not you. So you’re gonna have to get used to it sooner or later.” You finished before looking away from him as your eyes began to gloss over once again.

You knew you lied at the last of your words. You couldn’t even think of loving anyone else because if you were being honest with yourself, you were already so deeply in love with him, no one else could possibly compare.

Before your mind could wonder, his voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“How can you even think about that right now? And no I won’t have to get used to it because you’ll always be my top priority.” He sighed out before continuing, “Look I know I’ve been the absolute worst imprinter but seeing you hurt like that and knowing I wasn’t there to help you, made me realize what I should’ve just stayed with you from the start. Then seeing you curled up in Paul’s arms, my jealousy automatically took control cause I knew I should’ve never pushed you away and to see you so comfortable with someone else hurt in ways I didn’t think possible.”

“Y/N I’m so sorry I took me so long to realize this but I think I had fallen for you a while ago but I was too stubborn to have it my way that I didn’t realize I was hurts both of us, but mainly hurting you. I promise you from now on I’ll always be there when you need me.” He finished as he moved down to try and look you in the eyes.

You had shut your eyes tight as the tears flowed freely down your face.

“How do I know you won’t just leave me the second Bella decides she wants you? Jake I don’t think I could go through that heartbreak again. How do I know you’re telling the truth?” You asked voicing your fears.

His heart hurt at the sight of you so broken and all because of him. He reached up slowly and cupped your face in his hands as he wiped your tears.

“Y/N I swear to you on my life that I’ll always be there and I’m never leaving you again. I’m so so sorry I ever made you feel like I could ever love anyone more than you. But I promise that I’ll be better than I was before.”

You kept your eyes closed as you tried to process all of his words.

“Please believe when I tell you I love you with my whole being. So please look at me.” He said softly while he dried the tears on your face.

You sighed and slowly opened your eyes to look into his. As they connected, you noticed not a single ounce of a lie present in his soft brown eyes. All that they held was more love and adoration than you had ever seen in your life.

Letting out a laugh of relief of knowing he was telling the truth, you quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You held him showing all the emotions you had felt as your sad tears turned to happy ones.

“I love you.” You whispered happily, burying your face into his neck.

He held you closer to him than he ever had before not wanting to let go. He was determined to have you feel all the love he held for you in every touch and every word for the rest of your lives.

As you let go, you winced in pain as your ankle once again began to throb.

“Will you please let me help you now?” He asked just wanting you to feel better.

“Yes please.” You said looking at him thankfully with a loving smile.

He carefully went to get the first aid kit from Emily’s bathroom and took it back to the couch to care for the cut you had gotten from the rock. He took his time to clean the wound and flinched anytime you gasp muttering out a small sorry.

After he smoothed out the bandaid, he carefully placed a small kiss on it before he put the ice gently back onto your ankle.

Soon everyone came back inside knowing you two were alright. They all smiled seeing the two finally happy. Emily decided to make your favorite food since you hurt your ankle and everyone happily agreed.

Jacob made up for lost time and spent the rest of the day helping you with whatever you needed, never once leaving your side. And as the night went on you just wanted him to be near you.

You reached your hands up as you made a grabbing motion silently asking him to cuddle with you. He chuckled as he happily obliged and sat down on the couch. He maneuvered you to sit in his lap with your ankle elevated on a pillow at the end of the couch.

He pulled you closer than he ever had before and you both sat there on the couch happy to finally be with each other. He kissed your temple and you smiled at the feeling as you closed your eyes in content. You decided to speak up and broke the small comfortable silence between you both.

“You know, jealousy looks kinda good on you.” You giggled.

He rolled eyes and let out a slight chuckle, “Oh, shut it.”

A/N: I really loved this one and I really hope you all liked it! I really like the way it came out! Anyways please feel free to leave a request cause I’m always open to writing anything!

Taglist: @stansethandpaul @blackyblack @yourwonkywriter @twilightlover2007 @yinrose98 @wlfstxr @uraveragegorewhore @gutflorizt @nikkitc0703

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dessert

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday and Jensen thinks she’s acting like a brat when she insists on getting her dessert first...

Pairing: top!Jensen x bottom!reader x bottom!Jared

Prompts: Exhibitionism & Bratty!reader (and 2 very smutty gifs)

Word Count: 829

Warnings: language, smut (f/m only), dom/sub behavior, dom!Jensen (it’s all consensual), orgasm control, fingering, handjob, anal sex, breathplay

A/N: This was written for @negans-lucille-tblr​​ Birthday Bash drabble challenge! 

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“I thought I told you to put in the pan when I texted you,” said Jensen, walking in wearing a suit, a bundle of roses in his hand. 

“I thought I told you it’s my birthday and I’m in charge. No vegetables,” you said, spread out naked on the couch, running your finger through your folds. He stalked over and stared you down, narrowing his eyes. “It’s my party. If I want ice cream and cake before dinner, I’m having ice cream and cake.”

“I think you always want dessert first,” he said, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from between your legs. You stared him down and reached down with the other, not breaking eye contact while you fingered yourself. “You want to be a brat? Fine. No clothes at your party.”

“Like Jared hasn’t seen me naked a million times before,” you said, scoffing and standing up when the oven beeped. Jensen disappeared for a moment, returning with the roses in a vase and tossing a very tiny black apron at you. 

“Put it on.”

“I thought I was supposed to wear just my birthday suit today.”

“Don’t think I asked you,” he said, a smirk on his lips. You pulled the little thing over your head, Jensen pressing on your lower back as he tied the one around your waist. You bent down to get the roasting pan from the drawer and were greeted to two long, thick fingers entering your pussy, a thumb lightly grazing your clit. 

“I’m trying to cook,” you grit out, Jensen squeezing your ass roughly, enough to leave a bruise. 

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, curling his fingers against your g-spot. You slammed a hand against the counter, Jensen reaching a hand around and slipping it under the apron, grazing a knuckle over your nipple. “Dinner would be done if you’d started when I told you to, brat.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you breathed out, resting your head back against his shoulder, Jensen ripping the apron away, the ties easily slipping lose against his strength. You were standing on your tiptoes when Jared walked in, barely getting a second glance as he went past to the sink and washed up.

“Someone’s having a happy birthday,” he teased. 

“Very,” you said, Jensen turning you to face Jared, showing Jared very clearly how he was playing with his favorite toy again. You. “Jens can Jared play tonight?”

“You want to get fucked by us both?” asked Jensen. You whined, nodding your head. Jared was always down for a fuck with the two of you, even if Jensen always made him take orders. It didn’t take long for Jared to be naked and knelt on the floor, holding your hips as you thrust back onto him, grateful Jensen had fucked your ass earlier in the day and loosened you already. Jensen took his time to undress, watching you both, tossing his suit over the back of his chair. 

“Please,” you said, rocking back, chasing your orgasm. That was Jensen’s only rule.

You asked for your orgasms. 

Every. 

Single. 

One.

“Jerk me off,” said Jensen, kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your throat when you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, precome steadily leaking from the tip. His face was hard, eyes even harder. “You call that jerking off?”

You were forced to slow down you thrusts and ignore your own pleasure, sitting on Jared’s monster dick in your ass while you used your other hand to play with Jensen’s sack.

“Jared fuck her. Hard. But don’t you dare touch her clit. Good girls come on cocks alone, don’t they,” said Jensen, giving your neck a gentle squeeze. “You gonna be good and come on Jared’s big ass cock? God I can’t wait to watch him wreck your little pussy later.”

“I’ll be good. Can I come? Please, please, please?” you breathed out.

“I’m close,” panted Jared, Jensen giving him a look.

“Ask better,” he said. You looked over your shoulder, Jared biting his bottom lip. 

“Can I come in Y/N’s ass?” he asked, hands on your hips pressing into the skin hard. Jensen cocked his head, both your hands on his cock, one jerking his shaft, the other rubbing over the fat head of his dick.

“Better. Go on. Come. Now,” said Jensen, flicking his thumb over your jaw. Jared thrust a few more times and Jensen squeezed your throat, your mind spinning as your orgasm hit you, barely noticing the spurt of cum that hit you in the face. You breathed hard, licking your lips, Jensen slipping a coated finger in your mouth. You sucked on it, Jensen wiping his finger through the mess he left on you and bringing it to your mouth. You sucked it between your lips, shivering when Jared pulled out of you, a trickle of cum trailing down your leg. “Like I said. Always want your dessert first, don’t you birthday girl.”

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[marvelatthetwilight]

The Fight

Requested

Anonymous said: Could you do an imagine where Sam and the reader have like a really big fight or something like that but it ends in pure fluff?? Please! I just need more Sam content! ❤ thnx

“I can’t even look at you right now!” You shout across the room. Sam’s face is pink with anger, he’s shaking, with a small growl starting in his chest.

“Sam just go away!” You run up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door behind you and fling yourself on the bed, tears streaming down your face, your breathing heavy as you sob into the pillows.

You hear a door slam downstairs, then the definite sound of Sam’s wolf growling as he runs towards the tree line. You would recognise that sound anywhere, although normally it would be waiting for him to come home after patrol. This time, you weren’t sure if he would come home, but right now you didn’t care.

Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you curl up on your side of the bed, fully dressed. Suddenly feeling tired from the fight, eventually you allow the exhaustion to kick in as you fall straight asleep.

A week later

“You’ve got to come see him Y/N he looks a mess” Paul pleads through the door.

“Nope! He can come to me, I’m not apologising.” You respond, looking at yourself in the mirror, bags under your eyes, skin looking flat and lifeless. Being away from Sam was definitely having an effect, but you weren’t going to admit to Paul that you couldn’t sleep without Sam, that you were struggling to eat, or have any kind of fun.

“That’s the problem Y/N. He just won’t get up. He’s not sleeping, not eating. I don’t even know how long it’s been since he cracked a smile. Pleaaaase!” Paul pleads again.

“I’m not coming Paul. I need time.” You say softly.

“Ok. Just let us know if we can do anything to help you two. We need our pack leader back. Urgently.”

You hear his steps away from the house and the door slam to his truck. You sigh deeply, trudging back upstairs to throw yourself on the bed again.

The following week

After being sent home Monday morning for exploding at a customer, you realised you needed to get your life back on track. You needed to shower. Properly. You needed to eat. Properly. But to do all of that you needed one thing.

You needed Sam.

Grabbing your phone, you type a message out to Paul.

- Is Sam at yours?

- Yup. On the sofa. Not moved all day.

- I'll be over in 30 minutes.

- YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

You smile at Paul's reaction. As much as you wanted Sam to be the one to come to you, the imprint link had left you both sad and exhausted, and you couldn't continue the fight any longer. You needed him. You knew from the fights you'd seen from Kim and Jared that the pack felt everything far deeper than their imprints. You didn't want to punish him any longer.

Jumping in the shower you start mentally preparing your speech for when you see Sam. I don't want to feel second best to the pack. I understand what the pack means to you but I need to feel important too.

You grab whatever bits of make up you can find and make your best attempt to cover up the bags which have formed under your eyes. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting top, you brush through your hair and take a final look in the mirror. It'll do.

Before you even get to knock on Paul's front door, it swings open to show Paul and Jared, both looking tired but excited to see you.

"Y/N!" Jared shouts, running towards you to give you a hug. He pulls back and keeps a hand on either arm, looking you in the eyes. "Please don't feel pressured if this isn't what you want yet. I know Paul kept ringing...and Sam is in a pretty bad way. But we want you to be happy too."

You smile sadly at him. "I need this too Jared, don't worry. I'm doing this for me."

Paul gives you a thumbs up from behind Jared before coming to hug you himself. He leaves an army draped around your shoulders as you both walk up the steps.

"He's still on the sofa...we will leave you two alone. We're going out on a quick patrol!" With that he drops a quick kiss on your cheek and jogs towards the treeline with Jared in tow.

You look up at the house and take a deep breath, pulling open the door and stepping inside the house.

What hits you first is the smell. Sam’s smell. A smell that’s been a comfort to you every night since you met. A smell that you have desperately missed, but has immediately put your mind at ease now it has filled your senses again.

Walking through the house towards the back room, you walk hesitantly towards the sound of the TV. As you reach the doorway, he stands up from the sofa and turns to look at you. His face is etched with sadness, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, dark bags underneath them from lack of sleep, hair messy and dishevelled. “Y/N...” he whispers, his eyes wide with shock, hands desperate to reach out to you but hesitant in case it makes you leave.

You smile at the sound of his voice. “I’ve missed you baby.”

The corners of his mouth twitch at the word baby, and he rushes towards you, wrapping you up in his arms. He breathes in the scent of your hair, his arms wandering your body before they make their way to your face, delicately cupping your cheeks before hesitating again. He looks deeply into your eyes, searching for approval, searching for confirmation that things will be ok.

You step back. His hopeful expression looks deflated, then confused as you take his hand and lead him back to the sofa. “We need to talk first.” He nods in understanding.

You both sit down, side by side, and you take his hand back in yours, stroking it softly with your fingers. He looks up at you with sad eyes, desperately trying to read your expression.

“I know how important the pack is, not just to you but to the reservation. I understand the importance. But I need to feel important to you too. My life is overwhelmed with the pack, with this life, and I just feel like I’m a passenger just going along for the ride. I feel like I have no control. Like I have no purpose. I’m just “Sam’s imprint”...is that all I am?” Feeling confident in your rehearsed lines you look at Sam, who’s eyebrows are burrowed as he stares at the ground.

“You know you are so much more than that Y/N.” He says quietly.

“I don’t though Sam. You never tell me. You never talk about things. I only know because of the imprint bond.” You move away from him slightly, letting go of his hands, frustration evident in your voice.

“You...” he starts, then looks at the ground again

“I don’t know how much more I can take if you can’t tell me what you are feeling Sam. Please.” You beg, as you reach out to him again.

He takes your hand in his and turns to face you, looking down into your eyes. His expression is warm, immediately comforting, and you have to force yourself to not be sucked back in to his loving embrace.

“You. Are the love of my life. No one else’s love will ever come close to what I feel for you. But that scares me. It scares me because I never feel good enough, I never feel like I can live up to be the man that you deserve. The only thing I can do is to keep you safe. And to keep you safe I need to make my pack strong, I need them to be impossible to defeat. I’m so so sorry that in my eagerness to make the pack strong that you felt unimportant. But I’m making the pack what it is because you are so important, the most important person in the whole world. I love you Y/N and I promise to never let you feel second best ever again...if you will have me that is.” He takes a deep breath, his confidence wavering because you haven’t spoken.

“Y/N...?”

A tear slips from the corner of your eye before you reach over and wrap your arms around his neck, taking him by surprise so he falls backwards onto the couch.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, with his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed to the top of your head as your face is buried into his neck, taking in the comfort of his scent.

It’s only when you hear an awkward cough that you realise anyone is there.

“Take it the two of you have made up?” Paul jokes, as Sam growls at him for interrupting.

You smile up at him, placing your hand on his chest to calm him.

“It’s ok, I’m not going anywhere.” He returns your smile before pressing a kiss to your lips whilst Paul and Jared make gagging noises in the background.

“Ugh it’s like mum and dad kissing!” Jared complains.

“No one asked you to stand there. Go back on patrol, the two of you are pulling a double for interrupting.” Sam orders, and they quickly comply, complaining as they leave the room.

He turns his attention back to you, stroking your cheek with his thumb whilst looking deeply into your eyes.

“I love you Sam.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.). 

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.) 

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy. 

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily