#Jensen in bow ties

[xxrobotessaxx]

Hi, Tessa.

I was thinking we should go visit the aviary later today, or, whenever you’re free. Since we have tension between us, I was thinking, why not plan something to bond. I’ll be waiting outside the spire in the evening if you accept my offer. I’ll do my best to keep you at ease, hopefully the birds don’t attack you.

@copper-9spurgatory

After the last client left for the day, the Robotic Tessa went to get herself ready for the hangout, making sure her hair was well brushed and braided, choosing a cute bright blue dress with little rhinestones on the neckline and a black sash at the waist tied at the back into a pretty bow. Despite the warnings from her J, Tessa went on her merry way, flying to the spire, hoping that if J could quell the birds she could maybe get back her favourite bird, which was the proto-type for the JC Jensen Ro-Bird Blue Jay MK 1.

She decided to not sing or hum as she traversed, as to not upset the J who had graced her presence the other day at her shop.

Upon landing she looked around for the spooky disassembly drone with the fluffy ponytails

[hunterscabin]

This Baby Will Have A Father Part II

Summary: The boys have a surprise for Y/N that they hope will show how deeply they love and care for her.

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, reluctance to accept help and gifts, mild panic, fluff, ALLl of the fluff.

Word Count: 1.6k 

Author’s Note: This is the second and, what I had planned to be, last chapter of a mini series, but writing all of this fluff has been a nice distraction from the real world. If there is any interest, I’d gladly consider writing more. 

Part I

At nearly six months pregnant, exhaustion took on a whole new meaning. The ten to twelve hour work days you once conquered with ease now left you completely drained and lethargic. You were lying on the sofa in your trailer, contemplating how you used to manage a night out after filming, when a small slip of paper caught your eye.

You sat up, reaching toward the coffee table with some effort, and quickly recognized the handwriting.  

Meet me in my trailer. - Jare

While walking across the lot, you contemplated Jared’s note. You weren’t sure of the reason for his note, but your mind had wandered to the point that you began silently praying the boys had enough common sense not to prank a woman approaching her third trimester.

Jared must have been watching for you, because his door swung open before you reached the trailer’s steps.

“Y/N/N!” Jared beamed, ushering you into the small living space where Jensen, Misha, Alex, Rob, and Rich were eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“It smells like trouble in here.” you cautioned, leery of the knowing smiles plastered on their faces.

Misha stepped forward and took both of your hands in his.

“You know we all love you, right?”

“Yes.” You squinted at him suspiciously. “What is this, an intervention?”

“No.” Misha laughed. “We’re so excited for you, Y/N/N, but we also know how much goes into raising a baby.”

“It’s exhausting.” Rob concurred from the sofa.

“They take all of your time and energy.” Rich agreed.

Misha saw a tinge of fear flash across your face.

“We’re not trying to scare you,” he soothed, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, “We just know that you have a hard time asking for help, even when you really need it.”

“And you’re gonna really need it.” Jensen stressed.  

“We weren’t kidding when we said you don’t have to do this alone.” Jared added. “We want to be with you, every step of the way.”

“And we’ve put something together to show you how serious we are.” Rich announced, proudly handing you a small scroll that was neatly tied with a thick, white ribbon.

You loosened the bow, unfurled the ivory card stock, and read the cursive heading. 

“This is a binding contract, for all who have signed, detailing the ways in which we plan to care for and love Y/N and Baby Y/L/N.”

You looked up in disbelief, finding Rich’s kind expression, and he nodded for you to continue reading.

“Alex: Date Night.”

Alex stood and walked toward you.

“What are your two favorite things?” he quizzed, already knowing your answer.

“Good food, great company.” Your reply was skeptical, but a small smile tugged at your lips upon hearing everyone recite your mantra in unison.

“Now, I don’t know if I’m considered great company,” Alex quipped, trading the scroll for a small booklet, “but I can promise good food.”

You thumbed through the pages Alex handed you and noticed each one listed the name of a restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try.

“I will be waiting at your trailer, every Friday after work, until we’ve eaten our way through Vancouver.”

“This is too much.” you shook your head.

Unsure of how to accept his kindness, your gaze fell to the floor. Alex immediately dipped his head to catch your eyes.

“I know what you're thinking,” he whispered, “and you’re wrong; you deserve to have some fun.”

Alex watched you fiddle with the booklet for a moment before offering some extra reinforcement.

“It’s either dinner out or eating in, and I really don’t want to make you or the baby suffer through my cooking.”

His threat elicited a surprised laugh, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, Alex.”

“See you Friday night?” he confirmed. 

“It’s a date.”

Alex handed back the scroll, and you read the next name.

“Rich: Cravings.” You tilted your head to the side and crinkled your brow. “You all think I’m food obsessed, don’t you?”

Everyone laughed, as Rich took Alex’s place in front of you.

“This” he said, handing you a prepaid cell phone while holding up one of his own, “Is your designated snack line. Any time you have a craving, you just call or text, and I’ll be there!”

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” you giggled, taking the phone. “I’ve already gone through three watermelons this week.”

“It’s only Tuesday!” Rich exclaimed. “That’s one watermelon a day!”

“This baby knows what they want.” you proclaimed, rubbing your belly.  

“I’m serious,” Rich affirmed, his face softening with sincerity, “If you need ice cream at three o’clock in the morning, I’m your man.”

“Promise not to judge me when the requests start getting crazy?”

“Honey, you should hear some of the things Jaci ate while she was pregnant. I’ve seen it all.”

“Thank you, Rich.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Who’s next?” Jensen prompted.

“Rob: Lullabies.”

You looked up to find Rob fishing for something in his backpack.

“When she was especially fussy, music was the only thing that would get Audrey to sleep.” 

Rob found what he was looking for and pulled out a CD case.

“Louden Swain is putting together an album of lullabies for Baby Y/L/N, and we’ve already recorded one song.” he said, handing you the demo. “I hope you like it.”

You held the case to your heart.

“I’ll love it. The baby will love it.” You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

 “Thank you, Rob!”

“We’re having another session next weekend, and we’d love for you to come.���

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You set the CD on the counter and picked up the scroll.

“Misha: Crib.”

Misha reached out his hand, and you settled your palm against his.

“That night after you told us you were pregnant, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out to my woodshop, and eight hours later, I had this.” Misha slid his phone across the counter, revealing a photo of an ornately carved railing rung. He swiped his finger over the screen, and a dark wood headboard appeared.  

“It still needs a lot of work, but it will definitely be ready by the time the little one gets here.”

“Misha,” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears, “It’s the most beautiful crib I’ve ever seen.”

Misha stood and gathered you in his arms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hey! There are other people here who love her!” Jensen joked impatiently, when you lingered in Misha’s embrace.

“Let me guess.” you teased. “You’re next?”

Jensen gave a playful shrug, and you rolled your eyes. You sent Misha back to his chair and found Jensen’s name on the scroll. 

“Jensen: Classes.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“When Danneel was pregnant with JJ and the twins, she always felt more at ease when she was prepared, so we went to every class imaginable: delivery classes, breastfeeding classes, parenting classes…“ Jensen stopped suddenly, when he saw that you’d started wringing your hands. 

"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”

“Those types of classes never even crossed my mind.” You spoke quietly, as if you were merely thinking out loud, but your voice was dripping with panic. 

“I’m already not doing enough. What else am I not thinking of?”

“Hey, slow down.” Jensen pulled you into his chest and cradled your head. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair while exchanging concerned glances with the group.

“I’m going to be a terrible mother.” you mumbled into Jensen’s shirt.

Jensen kissed your temple and leaned back to look at you.

“You are not going to be a terrible mother.” His voice was warm and reassuring.

Jensen brushed the hair away from your face and let out a soft chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” you questioned, suddenly very self conscious about your hormone-induced overreaction.

“I caused the panic I was trying to prevent.” Jensen explained. 

“Before she had JJ, Danneel and I were out to dinner with a couple who were also expecting their first baby. They mentioned an infant CPR course, and Dee lost it in the middle of the restaurant. She said the exact same things you just did.”

“But Dee’s a great mother.”

“And you will be too. I promise.”

Jensen’s hand found the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“Thank you, Jensen.”

Jared cleared his throat behind you.

“I hate to ruin a moment, but there’s one more person on that list.”

When you turned, Jared winked, and you said his name before even picking up the scroll.

“Jared:” you skimmed down to the last line of the page, “Doctors’ Appointments.”

Your eyes widened in anticipation.

“Starting now, you are not going to a single doctor’s appointment by yourself.”

“But there are so many.” you objected, your independent nature getting the better of you.

“There are,” Jared conceded, “and I don’t want you going to any of them alone.”

You stood in silence, stunned at his generosity.

“Y/N/N, if it makes you uncomfortable, I don’t have to go in with you, but I am at least going to drive you and wait for you until the appointment is over.”

“I…” you tried to order words in a way that would accurately expressed your gratitude, but language failed to give meaning to the love and appreciation swelling in your heart. 

“I don’t know how to thank you.” You turned to the group, “All of you.”

“You can thank us by not putting up a fight when we offer to help you.” Jared’s tone was loving but firm.

“Deal.” you agreed.

You looked around the room at all of your friends and were overcome with emotion.

“I was right to think this baby won’t have a father.” you paused. “They’ll have six.”

Masterlist

[babyjakes]

ever green, evermore | 3. baby steps.

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

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

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

Though maybe to outsiders they would seem an odd pair, it didn't take long for Jake and Wren's friendship to grow. It was gradual at first; the girl liked to go for a bike ride most days during the week, and on a few occasions, when the timing was right, she’d catch Jake as he worked away in the garden. He was always happy to see her, enthusiastically inviting her to join him as he tended to the plants. She was so shy at first, meekly offering her help and advice, but as time passed she was able to grow more and more comfortable around the pleasant man. It wasn’t difficult. He was just so friendly, and it helped that she knew he was understanding of her condition. 

At the end of their fifth morning together in the garden, Jake offered to exchange numbers. “This way, I can let you know when I’ll be around- and maybe I’ll reach out if I ever need some help troubleshooting,” he had explained with a slight laugh. He could tell Wren wasn’t used to being asked for her number by the way her eyes went wide with what almost seemed like wonder, and she was quick to agree. “Now I can text you!” she had beamed softly, seeming so elated at the thought. “Yeah, anything you want,” Jake had told her, finding her innocent joy in the idea so precious, “doesn’t even have to be gardening-related. Or you can call, too! It’ll be nice to have a way to reach each other.”

And so it became a sort of routine: a few days a week, Jake would shoot Wren a text in the evening letting her know he planned to garden the next morning. And the following day, she’d show up, bright-eyed and eager to be of whatever assistance she could. Sometimes she brought treats to share in the little basket on the back of her bike, baked goods and freshly-squeezed fruit juices that were perfectly refreshing in the balmy heat of the summer sun. She’d always bring a few extra too, sealed nicely in craft bags tied with frilly ribbons and bows. “For your husband, Mr. Ari.” she’d tell Jake each time. The older man was always delighted to receive the gifts, and wished he could meet the young girl to express his thanks, but he respected Jake’s wishes to let her meet him in her own time when she was ready. Jake had explained early on that she was a little flighty and nervous to meet new people; when he made the comparison to Claire, Ari was quick to understand that it would probably be a while before he got to meet the little garden fairy. And though he longed to, especially given how much his husband seemed to adore her, he was sympathetic to her hesitancy. Every once and a while, Jake would ask his friend if she'd like to come in and have some juice or tea. "Ari can't wait to meet you," he was sure tell her, but Wren was always quick to shrink back at the mention of his husband. Jake did his best to coax her, telling her in all the ways he could think of how nice and gentle Ari was. But deep down, he knew it was probably just something that would take working up to.

At times when he wasn’t too busy with his work, the doctor would sometimes lurk in the kitchen and look out at the two friends from the window, always so mesmerized by the girl he had never met. At first, when Jake had told him that she really was a fairy-like little creature, Ari thought he might be exaggerating. But the second he saw her for himself, he was proven mistaken. She was about as fairytale-esque as she could be, in those innocent summer dresses she so often wore, shimmering hair always done up in intricate twists and braids. “She looks like a princess,” was the first comment he had made to Jake. Without even trying, she had both of the men enthralled; they had never seen anything like her before.

One afternoon as the couple sat in the house’s rear sunroom, enjoying the gentle breeze from the open windows along with each other’s company, Ari couldn’t help but try at a conversation as he sipped from his sweating glass of iced tea. “So, what’s she like?”

Scooting a bit closer to his husband as they shared the beige wicker sofa, Jake’s voice was soft as he replied, “She’s wonderful. You’re really gonna love her.” Ari nodded in response, wrapping his arm back around Jake’s neck to pull him in for a snuggle. Leaning his head on the broad man’s shoulder, the blonde let out a contented sigh. “I wonder where she learned to garden like that. She told me she doesn’t have any space for one at home; maybe it was something she did growing up.”

“She lives over the hill, right?” Ari asked, vaguely remembering some brief details that had been mentioned in earlier conversations.

Nodding, Jake reached for Ari’s free hand as it sat resting on his thigh, intertwining their fingers with a gentle squeeze. “With her boyfriend. She never says much about him- I can’t even remember if she’s dropped a name.”

“He’s working while she does school?” the older man confirmed as he ran his thumb over the back of his partner’s hand, the gesture a mindless habit that Jake was quite used to and appreciative of. 

“Yeah, I think he’s got a job in town.”

“Must pay pretty well, if he’s able to support the both of them. Good on her for getting her degree, d’you know what she’s studying? Oh- what was it…” Ari’s voice trailed off as he combed through his brain, “…some kind of art degree, right?”

“Yep,” Jake confirmed, his eyes drifting to one of the windows where a little brown bird had landed on the birdfeeder hanging off of the roof, “man, I wish I had some sort of artistic tendency. Sounds way more fun than running a government help desk.”

“You know you could leave at any time,” Ari reminded him as his head lowered to plant a gentle kiss against the blonde’s hair. “The second you stop liking what you do, I hope you’ll put in your notice. We’re all set, honey. No need for you to keep at a job that doesn’t interest you.” Nodding silently, Jake knew his husband was telling the truth. Due to how successful the doctor had been in his few practicing years, the couple was more than well off financially; if they wanted to, they could both retire on the spot and live out the rest of their lives comfortably in their home. Ari was always very clear with Jake that he would never go unprovided for, but in the end, something kept the younger man in his position. Though it could be brutal at times, he did ultimately enjoy the work. He enjoyed being in on the cardinal operations, and he liked to believe that the labor he did was somehow making the world a better place, a safer one.

“I know,” Jake hummed softly, turning and lifting his head slightly. “When I stop loving it, I’ll leave. Promise.”

“Good,” Ari breathed through a smile. There was a brief moment of silence, followed by a question that circled the conversation back to the topic of Jake’s new friend. “Has Wren mentioned what she wants to do after school?” 

Jake’s expression tempered at the question. “Told me she wants to be a teacher. Little ones- kindergarten, I think she had said. They’ll just adore her.”

“Well, she’ll certainly look the part,” Ari noted with a chuckle. “Whenever I’m able to catch a glance of you two through the window, I’m always impressed by her wardrobe.” Jake nodded in agreement; it was true that the girl had quite an impressive sense of style. On the days she wasn’t in a dress, she usually wore long skirts that fell to her ankles and delicate lace tops with soft colors and patterns. 

“She makes her own clothes,” Jake commented, earning a raised brow from his partner. “All those dresses- her skirts, I think, too. She’s knitting me a sweater for fall.”

“She’s really something, isn’t she?” Ari sighed. Lifting his head up to kiss the dark-haired man’s cheek, Jake nodded. 

“Really somethin’,” he repeated back. “I wanna ask her soon if she’ll come in and meet you. I know you want to thank her for all the goodies she’s brought.” Lifting his hand from the blonde’s side, Ari brushed Jake’s hair back from his face as he nodded. “I don’t know how it’ll go over. The few times I’ve suggested it, she’s seemed pretty hesitant still.”

“Do you know much about her condition?” Ari softened his voice to ask. “Is she like Claire; did something happen?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t asked,” Jake admitted, earning an understanding nod from his partner. “A lot of what helps Claire has been helpful with her; I do know that much. Patience, reassurance, the grounding exercises-” with a hint of sadness shining in his eyes, he told Ari, “it broke my heart a little, the first time we met. She told me she had never met someone who knew how to help her like that.”

“Poor thing,” Ari shook his head at Jake’s words. “She’s lucky to have a friend like you.”

“I think it helped when I told her about Claire; she seemed comforted by the fact that I understand her difficulty. I was hoping it might help to tell her that you specialize in this sort of thing, but I'm not sure how much it swayed her," Jake frowned. "If anything, it only seemed to make matters worse; I don't think she's very fond of doctors." At the blonde's estimate, Ari offered a compassionate nod.

Before Jake could say more, a faint buzz coming from his pocket caught the pair off guard. Reaching down to grab the device, he chuckled softly as he read the screen. “Speaking of which, that was her just now. She wants to know if she can bring over some muffins- last time I saw her, she was telling me about the new recipe she’s been wanting to try.”

"Today?" Ari asked, sitting up a bit against the worn couch cushions. Jake nodded. "Why don't you invite her in, then?" he proposed. "I could take the rest of the afternoon off."

Quirking his brow as he tapped out a response to the girl, Jake nodded again as he pressed send. "I'll ask when she gets here," he decided. "You need help wrapping up in the meantime?"

Smiling playfully at the blonde, Ari reached up to fuss his sweetheart's hair. "Sure do, mister. I got all those heavy boxes in the study- need a big, strong man to help me pack 'em up in the closet."

"Oh, you poor, helpless thing," Jake rolled his eyes with a grin, swatting at the older man's hand as it came to brush over his bicep (that both of them knew, despite its impressive build, failed to compare to the doctor's god-like physique.) "C'mon, Mr. Muscles," he teased as he dragged Ari up to his feet by his shirt collar. "I'm gonna sit real pretty on those boxes, and you can lift me."

It was only a little while later that Jake found himself standing out in the front yard at the end of the drive, waving at Wren as she approached down the bumpy road on her bicycle. At the sight of her friend, the sweet girl smiled mildly, ringing the soft bell positioned next to her handlebar a few times as a greeting. Slowing down with her brakes as she came to the edge of the driveway, she hopped off the seat with ease. "Jakey," she beamed as she tucked her bike in its usual spot near the mailbox, hitting the kickstand down before running to wrap the man in a loving hug.

"Hey chicky," Jake greeted warmly, rubbing the girl's back a few times as they embraced before pulling back to meet her gaze. "You're lookin' awfully spiffy today- that the new dress you were working on?"

"Yep," Wren offered a shy nod, a hint of a blush beginning to bloom in the corners of her cheeks. "Y-you really like it? I wasn't sure about the fabric," she admitted, glancing down at the rosy corduroy. "It's not really my color..."

"I think it's just stunning, sweetcheeks. That pattern looks so pretty on you." With the kindness of his smile and the shimmering adoration in his eyes, there was no way for the girl to question her friend's sincerity. "Everything you make is gorgeous, honey. You know I think you're just incredible, such a talented girl. And I see you even added a place for Ducky; he looks so happy in his pocket." Jake couldn't help but chuckle softly at the little yellow duck as it sat in the front pouch of the pinafore, its tiny head peeking out adorably. Over his time getting to know Wren, the man had also gotten quite acquainted with the little stuffed animal; there wasn't a time he could remember when the girl had been without it. More than anything, Jake simply found it to be so sweet, just another nod to her endearing innocence.

As her expression swelled with gratitude, Wren pulled the doting boy in for another quick hug. "Thank you, Jakey. You're always so sweet to me," she gushed. It was true, and the further truth was: he simply couldn't help it; there was just something about the strange girl from down the street that turned the man straight to mush.

“I’m excited to try your recipe," Jake smiled at her as she retrieved her wicker basket from the back of her bike. Together, the pair made their way over to the bench they usually shared.

"Oh, they turned out so yummy, Jakey- I-I think you're really gonna love 'em," Wren enthused as she took a seat, placing the basket in her lap. "They're raspberry cream, with just the tiniest drizzle of lemon-... o-oh," she paused as she looked up to see her friend who was sitting beside her on the edge of the bench. Jake's face was now washed over with hesitancy; he wasn't exactly sure how to approach the subject at hand. "J-Jakey?" the girl's voice was now diminished to just a hair above a whisper.

"Hey cutie," the blonde began, trying his best not to drag out his words. "Say... Ari and I were talking earlier, and we were wondering if..." At the older man's name, Wren visibly shrunk back. "Sweetheart, we're wondering if you'd like to come in and say hello. We have fresh lemonade in the fridge, if you're interested. We could all sit and snack together- what do you think, buggy?"

Swallowing down the lump that had formed in her throat, Wren's big eyes peered warily up at Jake. At the sight of her bottom lip beginning to tremble helplessly, he couldn't bear not making an attempt at soothing the poor girl's distress. "Hey," he hummed lowly, his brow raised in sympathy, "remember what I told you, honey? Ari's such a sweet man, there's no need to be scared. And I'll be right there with you, sweetie. 'Member?" At the distrust not yielding in the slightest from her expression, Jake tried to reason, "He knows this is hard, bub; we both do. He's gonna be so patient and kind, I promise you."

Taking in a shaky breath, Wren struggled to find her words. "G-go in and... today? You mean... n-now?"

Offering her a reassuring smile, Jake nodded. "Yeah, as soon as you're ready. He's waiting just inside for us."

Stealing a glance over at the house, the girl gulped once more. She had never been inside before; in fact, she hadn't even seen the front door. Though it was the main entrance to the house, it sat tucked into the building's left side, framed by a nice little porch that she hadn't ever stepped foot on. With her gaze surveying the worn path that lead from the end of the drive and the garden to the front door, Wren's eyes drooped doubtfully.

"Hey sunshine," Jake murmured, gently trying to regain her attention. "What d'you say we just give it a try, hm? Just a try, and if it's too much and we can't do it today, that's okay." Reaching out a careful hand, he found the girl's knee, rubbing in slow, soothing circles. With a faint sniffle, it seemed all Wren could manage was a nod. Mild guilt settled into Jake's stomach as he noticed the thin layer of tears his friend was blinking back. He recognized the look on her face, the subtle shiftiness of her gaze as she looked from him to the house, to her bike, and back to him; she wanted to run. But thankfully, for whatever reason, she didn’t. Warmly, Jake smiled, "You're bein' so brave, honey. C'mon, I'll carry your basket. You wanna hold my hand?"

As the blonde rose to his feet again beside the reluctant girl, he held his hand out to her, his gentle gaze full of concern as she eyed his movements warily. With his other hand, Jake slowly took the basket off of Wren's lap. "C'mon sweetheart, you can meet the cat, too. How's that sound?" The small girl's eyes widened slightly at the offer; she had heard so much about Socks, the little black cat with snowy white paws. "You can give him a treat if you want. That's usually the quickest way to win him over," Jake laughed softly as he tried to lighten the mood.

After another shaky breath, Wren managed to take her friend's hand and join him in standing; she was quick to glue herself to his side. With a proud smile, Jake kept encouraging her, "There you go, bub. You're doin' so good. We can just take it one step at a time; there's no rush."

And just as the man's words had suggested, Wren really did end up taking it step by painful step as the pair struggled ahead, barely seeming to make it more than an inch at a time. Jake didn't mind in the slightest; he saw how hard the poor girl was fighting herself to just keep moving forward. With one little hand locked in tightly with his, she kept the other balled up in a fist over her chest, as if she were already bracing herself for the dangers that could lie ahead. With his brow raised in sympathy, Jake tried to keep his heart from breaking. What's scared her so bad, to make her act like this? What's happened to her? Who did she meet that was so unkind?

He wasn't certain it was someone, but he had his suspicions. There was just something about her condition, the way it presented itself; it felt different from Claire. While his sister tended to grow upset over situations and circumstances, Jake had noticed that more than anything, it was people that really made Wren scared. He hoped that some of the same methods of alleviating the anxiety might help, though. In its own way, this push to meet Ari was a little like the exposure therapy Claire had gone through as a kid. Thinking of it this way, he had no problem staying as calm and patient as he did. In this moment of such intense fear and uncertainty, Jake really did his friend like a small, scared child, in need of comfort and reassurance.

"You're okay, honey. I'm right here, I got you. Doin' so good, 'm so proud of you, chicky," he hummed softly as the two of them finally made it to the top of the drive, where the path up to the porch began. Lifting her head warily, Wren's wide eyes settled on the front door. From where they stood, she could see how the outer storm door sat just the tiniest bit ajar. Silently, she came to a halt. As Jake gazed down at her gently, she swallowed hard. "Oh sweetie," the man cooed sadly as he saw her biting back tears.

Taking a moment to set the basket off to the side, Jake crouched before his friend, the concern on his face growing as she lowered her head and drew back from him. Eyes now glued to the ground, Wren took a shakey breath in preparation to speak. But when she opened her mouth, she couldn't manage to make a sound, her bottom lip wobbling uncontrollably as she began to cry.

“Wren,” Jake crooned. With his free hand, he reached out to push the girl’s hair back from her face, but was quickly stopped by her jerking back at the gesture. Wincing her eyes shut, the poor thing whimpered weakly. “Hey…” Jake’s face contorted further with concern at her reaction. “Bubba, you’re okay. Look at me, honey.”

“Please,” was all she could manage, her voice so small Jake had to lean further in to hear it. “P-please Jakey, can… please...”

“Wren,” he said again, bringing his hand down to hold both of the girl’s in both of his, “what do you need, sweetheart? How can I help?” Sniffling, she wrapped her little fingers around his thumbs, squeezing gently.

“Please, just…” Jake wanted so badly to wipe the sweet girl’s tears away, but knew better than to bring his hands near her face again. The seemingly conditioned response he received at his attempt only grew the worry he was already harboring deep down; he didn’t even want to think about the implications that came along with that kind of reaction. “P-please, maybe can… please wait, please…”

“Okay, sweet thing. We can wait a sec,” the kind man nodded understandingly. With a soothing tone, he continued to murmur, “Just take some breaths with me, cutie. You’re okay, Wren. You’re safe.”

“I… h-he… p-please Jakey,” she hiccuped through her tears, her voice swelling slightly in urgency.

Furrowing his brow further, Jake tried to coax more words out of the small girl. "He what, bubba? Can you tell me what you're scared of, Wren?"

Wide eyes darting back and forth between her friend who sat before her and the front door to the house, Wren hummed a feeble whine as she fought herself to find her voice again. "P-please, too scary," was all she could manage.

Nodding gently, Jake let out a saddened sigh, understanding it might be time to abandon the attempt altogether. But just as he was about to give into Wren's pleas, the sound of the old, worn latch on the front door opening caused the pair both to look back in surprise.

Taking a single step out onto the porch, Ari was heartbroken to see the girl's tear-soaked cheeks. At the sight of the dreaded man, who was clearly much larger and more intimidating than even she was anticipating, Wren visibly cowered down into herself, her reaction causing both men to pause as they looked at each other, wordlessly trying to figure out how to proceed.

Taking a deep, steady breath, Jake turned back to his friend, his head ducking down slightly as he tried to catch her gaze. "Wren? Sweetheart?" Eyes lowered warily, with her entire body tensed as though she couldn't help but brace herself, Wren flinched harshly at the sound of the blonde's voice. "Honey," he crooned, bringing his arms up to wrap around the girl. He couldn't help it, even as it made the poor thing's tears worsen; at the sight of her looking so terrified, so upset, Jake needed to take her into his arms and hold her. "Little chicky," he murmured gently, rubbing her back as she cried into the safety of his shoulder, "you're okay, sweet thing. How about we call it a day, huh? You did so good, Wren. I know you tried so hard."

Hearing his husband's mild words, Ari's expression softened with sadness. Of course he was hoping today would be the day, but it wasn't the end of the world if he had to wait. More than anything, witnessing the struggle of the girl's condition firsthand just convinced him further that he wanted to help her. Without a single word, Ari stepped back into the house and closed the door behind him, wanting to give Wren the sense of safety with just Jake that she so clearly needed.

Hearing the signals of his partner's retreat, the younger man continued to coo softly as he brushed a soothing hand over the shaking girl's golden locks of hair. "Shhh sweetie- he's gone now, Wren. You're safe- s'just you and me now, darlin'. Can you take some deep breaths for me?"

Peering over her friend's shoulder, Wren wouldn't believe his words until she could see for herself; at the sight of the porch having returned to its original, vacant state, she let out a tremored sigh of relief. "D-deep breaths," she recited, finally feeling safe enough to bring her little arms up to wrap around the kind boy's neck.

Smiling earnestly at the small sign of progress, Jake reached out a hand to grab the picnic basket off the grass before lifting the girl up to carry her with ease. Wren's cheeks flushed faintly as she kept herself tucked away warmly into the crook of his neck. "I gotcha, cutie. C'mon, let's go sit on the bench," Jake suggested, keeping a tight hold on his bashful friend as he carried her back to the safety of the garden.

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Chapter 13 Pt.1 - Perfect

Summary: Just senior prom.

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff with some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 2.9k

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Finally, the day of prom came, and you were all set to get ready and dance your ass off tonight. Jessica was also at your place because you needed her to help with makeup, hair, and stuff you had no idea about. Both the boys were going to pick you up from your place.

Jessica asked in confirmation “Dress?”

“Check!”

“Hair accessories?”

“Check!”

And…did you put a straightener to heat?”

“Oh, Jess do you realize that you are going through this checklist for the fifth time? It is all good even if we leave something out that we are not, so what’s the big deal? Isn’t today all about having fun just chill babe?”

“Y/N this is our last school dance it has to be perfect.” she declared.

You could never win against Jessica in a matter like this, so you just rolled your eyes and followed everything that Jessica told you about. You both went to a full regime of skin care and then she did your makeup and hair.

The theme of the senior prom was ‘Masquerade Ball’ and you picked up a perfect corset dress. It was a sequin dress the corset was black with a tint of golden to it and the skirt was golden with a tint of black at the very bottom of it with embroidered flower patterns. It also had a ribbon that went around your waist and tied into a bow on your back.

You had a last look in the mirror before going into the living room where your parents were waiting to see you. You looked at yourself and, you had to admit, you looked like a goddamn princess and the glow added to your face thinking about Clay made you look even better.

You heard the doorbell, “Honey your dates are here.” your mom shouted from the living room.

You and Jessica walked into the living room and seeing you both your mother exclaimed “Oh sweet Jesus! Don’t you two look beautiful?”

Your father was too startled to say anything, he was shocked at the sight in front of him. He always saw you like his little girl who needed her father’s help in everything but now he saw a well-raised beautiful young woman. Seeing you, your father shed a tear as he was overwhelmed, he tried his best to hide but could not.

You walked up to your dad and said “Aw Dad!” and gave him a warm hug.

Your eyes met Clay. He was wearing a tuxedo and was looking smoking hot. You walk over toward Clay and said, “Who knew my Nerd could pull off a tuxedo?” Clay simply grinned. He was staring deep into your eyes it seemed like he wanted to say something but was not letting it out “What?” you asked.

“You look…” he sighed “Seraphic!” he finally said.

Justin sauntered to Jessica, gave her a sweet kiss, and said: “Hello, gorgeous!” He then turned towards you and said “And Y/N you, you look terrific. I have never seen you like this before.”

Your lips curved into a smile and said, “Thanks Justin, you look great too.”

“Um Y/N I got something for you,” said Clay offering a corsage. You stretched your hand and allowed Clay to put a corsage on your wrist.

“Oh my god, Orchid? This is beautiful! I got something for you too Jensen. Mom, can you pass that?” you asked your mom to pass a boutonniere you especially got for Clay. You pinned the boutonniere to his jacket.”

“Shall we princess?” asked Clay with courtesy. But your father stopped you both.

“So, Clay Jensen, right?” your father questioned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Bring her back till 11, okay?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Clay said like an obedient boyfriend.

You all walked out of the house stopping on the porch you asked Clay “So where is our ride? I mean I asked you out, the least you could do is get us a Limo. Right, Jess?”

Jessica nodded in agreement and raised her eyebrow at Justin in question.

“Okay, I deserve that. Justin and Jessica are going with Charlie and Alex in an actual Limo. I have a different plan for us.” Said Clay.

“Oh really? What is it?” You jumped with excitement.

“I know what you love more than a Limo, this!” said Clay pointing his index finger towards Tony’s Mustang.

“Oh, my fucking god! Tony’s Mustang? How did you convince him?” you asked in disbelief.

“Well, seems like he’d do anything for his best friend he knows how important you are to me and how much you love this car, so he agreed.” Clay offered his hand and asked, “Shall we madame?”

You held his hand and replied, “Oui, monsieur.”

You all arrived at the venue decided by your school. It was a big ballroom with a dancing space near the DJ and there were many round tables arranged for the seating. The room was decorated with every shade of white flowers. Exquisite chandeliers hung above the ceiling giving the room a royal aesthetic.

You and the gang took some drinks and hit the dance floor. You danced to many songs. Tony did the job just right as a DJ, you tried so hard to convince him to join the prom with everybody but being a DJ was his escape from socializing and dancing.

You and Jessica danced your ass off to the song ‘Best Friend’ by Doja Cat and Saweetie and decided to take some rest. Clay was just standing in one corner smiling at you as you danced. You walked up to him and urged “Oh come on Clay, we are at our Prom, we are supposed to Dance you know. Haven’t you read about proms in the library?”

“Ha-ha very funny. I can’t dance. Plus, it is such a pleasure seeing you dancing.”

You pouted at his response and to make it up to you he pecked your lips and offered you a drink.

You both were standing in one corner and talking and observing others. Your eyes fell on Charlie and Alex dancing to a slow song. They both were wearing tuxedos with matching boutonnieres pinned to their jackets and held each other while moving swiftly to the beats of the song. Then you saw Jessica and Justin dancing just beside them, it felt like love was in the air.

As you both were enjoying watching and talking a tall dark-haired boy approached you both.

“Hey Y/N, you look amazing and you too Clay you look fine in that tux,” he said.

“Hi, Zach. Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself either.” you smiled.

“Um, Clay…I was wondering if I can borrow your date for a dance?”

You looked at Clay and said, “I don’t know Zach, I am pretty tired.”

“Come on Y/N it’s just one dance I am asking for, please?” Zach insisted.

Clay seemed like he had no problem with you two dancing together, “No, Y/N if you want to, then please. I will be right here watching you.” said Clay.

You nodded and proceeded towards the dance floor with Zach. Song ‘The Way, I Loved You’ by Taylor Swift started playing in the background and you both found your rhythm to dance. You held one of Zach’s hands and his other hand rested on your waist. Zach swirled you around a few times and you both were back to facing each other.

“Y/N I’d like to say something,” asked Zach.

“Yeah?”

“See I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I miss my time with you. I regret saying whatever I said. The thing was that I was too scared to put my game in jeopardy. But I didn’t realize that you were equally as important…” you cut him off “But Zach…”

“No, please listen to me. Breaking up with you was a huge mistake, will you ever be able to forgive me? I know you are with Clay now so the least I could ask for is forgiveness” he asked with innocence in his eyes.

“Of course, Zach, I already forgave you a long time ago. To be honest, I am grateful to you, if you never broke up with me, I would have never realized that I had feelings for Clay, and now hearing all those words from you made me realize exactly how I feel about him. So, thank you.”

While you both were dancing Justin and Jessica approached Clay and Justin asked “Dude, what is she doing with Zach?”

“Zach wanted to dance with Y/N so they’re dancing.”

“And you let her?” asked Justin sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, and she does not need my permission I am her boyfriend, not her master or anything and additionally they are just dancing what is wrong with that? It’s prom after all” replied Clay.

“Clay, you don’t let your serious girlfriend dance with her ex with whom the things were still complicated…”

“Oh yeah, Clay sure they are dancing, and look at them so adorable right? Whereas it should be you looking into her eyes the way Zach is. But I am sure this dance will not stir Y/N’s feelings back towards Zach.” Jessica said sarcastically.

Clay started to feel insecure and decided to make a move. He walked up to you as you expected him to. The only thing that could provoke Clay was jealousy and Jess played that card just right.

As soon as he held your hand to dance Tony changed the slow song to some rock music “Seriously Tony?!” you yelled in frustration.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can just jump around like these crazy people here, right?”

A grin took over your pout and Clay and you jumped around the dance floor feeling yourself and being lost in the music.

You and Clay found a seat for yourself to take a break and helped yourself with some food.

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?” a familiar voice came from behind you.

Before you could say anything, Clay howled “What the hell Bryce?”

“Hey man, I just wanna talk to her, just chill, okay?”

You turned towards Bryce and gave his request a thought. You decided to hear him out, whatever he wanted to say. You stood up but Clay pulled you back. You assured him by saying “It is okay Clay. I’ll be fine. What can he possibly do in a room full of people? I will be back, okay?”

Clay nodded in apprehension, and you followed Bryce to a corner of the room. You crossed your arms around your chest and asked, “What is it, Bryce?”

“Look Y/N I wanted to thank you for not taking any serious steps against me. I could have lost my scholarship and my chance to go to school and I want to apologize for whatever I did, I am sorry.”

“Bryce, everybody deserves to go to college, and you do too. No matter how you are everybody deserves a chance, so I gave it to you, and it is not a big deal.”

“Yeah, and I am grateful for that. I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was insecure and acted like a dick…” you cut him off and said in agreement “Well that is true.”

Before Bryce could say something, he was cut off by Clay “Everything okay babe?”

“Yeah, he was just saying something. Everything is fine.”

“Clay let me talk to her, please?” requested Bryce, and Clay started walking away with a frown but this time you pulled his hand and said “No Bryce Clay is not going anywhere. He is my boyfriend whatever you wanna say, you can say in front of him” Clay’s eyes gleamed hearing those words.

Clay stood by your side holding your hand “Y/N I was just saying that I am sorry. For everything.”

“Okay.” You replied.

“Okay? You are not gonna forgive me?” he asked.

“Well, you asked me to hear you out, so I did. I gave you a second chance Bryce, but I cannot forgive you, not just yet. I would like you to live with that guilt, if any.”

Bryce took a step towards you, but he was blocked by Clay in the way. Clay stood between the two of you facing Bryce and his hand stopped Bryce from moving further. Half of your body hid behind Clay.

“You heard her, now just leave her alone.” You never saw Clay so protective, and you loved the way he demanded Bryce leave.

You both went back to where the whole gang was and got to know that they soon are going to announce the Prom King and Queen.

“Who’d, you think it’s gonna be?” you asked Jessica with curiosity.

“Who knows? It is always up to the football team” she said pointing toward Zach and the other guys on the football team.

They called Jessica to announce the Prom King and Queen as she was the class president. Jessica walked right into the middle of the room and took the envelope where the names were mentioned.

She read and every soul in the room was looking at her with suspicion, she built up the suspense and finally said “I can never be happier to announce these two names as Prom King and Queen. Are you all ready to know?”

“Yes!” Everybody yelled in excitement.

“Y/N and Clay what the hell are you doing there? Come here because the Prom Queen is Y/N Y/L/N, and the Prom King is Clay Jensen. Come and collect your tiaras.”

Clay and you saw each other in disbelief as the unexpected had happened. You thought that Charlie and Alex were going to be prom kings but here you were receiving the title of Prom Queen. Jessica put the crown over Clay’s head, and you bowed to let Jessica put the tiara. When Jessica did her part, you looked at the audience and made eye contact with Zach as he raised his glass to you both. “Thank you” you mouthed to him.

“This one’s for two of the most important people in my life” announced Tony while playing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran.

He knew how much you loved the song, and he played the song at the right moment.

“May I have this dance?” Clay’s question caught your attention and your eyes started shining.

Clay offered his hand, and you instantly took his hand. Clay kissed the back of your hand like a gentleman. You bowed and then held each other in a dancing position.

Clay’s hand slid down to your waist holding you close, and your hands rested on his shoulders. Gazing into each other’s eyes you both started dancing while your legs moved in perfect sync you teased Clay “Who knew this nerd could dance?”

“Well as you say, I am full of surprises.”

You felt ecstatic and calm dancing with Clay like you had nothing to worry about. The lyrics ‘I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me…’ echoed in the background.

You looked at Clay and said, “Clay Jensen, I think I am in love with you.”

“Did you just use both my names in a single sentence?” he teased.

“Come on Clay, you’re ruining the moment.”

Clay chuckled and replied, “Sorry, I know I am in love with you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I am in love with you Clay Jensen.”

 ‘I don’t deserve this…’

‘You look perfect tonight…’

Clay swirled you around and your body collided as he held you tight like he was never letting you go.

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss” the crowd started shouting in unison.

You looked at Clay and said, “Seems like it’s time for some PDA Jensen.”

Clay smiled and crashed his lips onto yours, the kiss was desperate yet gentle. After you both had your moment, the crowd joined the dance floor, and you danced in Clay’s arms for the rest of the night.

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Clay abided by your father’s rule of getting you back to your place by eleven. As you both were not party people at all you decided to ditch the after-party. You both sat down on the couch in your bedroom and helped yourself to some hot chocolate.

The first thing you did after reaching your home was to get out of that dress and realize how good it feels to finally be able to breathe again. You lay your head on Clay’s chest and he put his arm around you as you both sipped your hot chocolate.

“Clay?” you called him out.

“Yeah?”

“I got a mail today, I got into Princeton.”

Clay removed his hand from your shoulder and sat up straight.

“Wow, that’s… great. But you are not going right?” asked Clay in apprehension.

“Clay… Princeton has been my dream college since I was a little kid. Of course, I want to go.”

“You’ll go all the way across the country? What about…us? We all know long distance never works” said Clay standing up.

You tried to convince him “Clay come on, it’s my college we are talking about.”

“So, all that ‘I love you shit was fake huh? You were playing with me this whole time, right?!” He sounded furious.

He started walking out of the room in a rage, but you tried to stop him “Clay please stay. Talk to me.”

Clay shed a tear and whimpered “I am too tired to fight right now Y/N. I should probably leave.”

He left and slammed your bedroom door. Tears started running down your eyes. You were asking questions yourself; did you just ruin a perfect relationship? Did you just hurt the most wonderful boy you have ever met? The hurt caused was not intentional, but you still felt guilty, you ruined your perfect night with the boy you love. Maybe Clay was right, maybe you were graduating single from high school.

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[laylaackles]

50SOJ (Jensen Smut)

Part 2/2 of "50 shades of Jensen"

Warnings: bondage, blindfold, sex toys, oral(m), edging, ma'am kink, sir kink, smut

Once again, Jensen finds himself tied up and blindfolded in the middle of your shared bed. He heard you open the dresser drawer. He really wished he could see what you were grabbing.

"Don't cum until I say." You instructed.

Your voice was by the bed now. Jensen felt you kneel on the bed close to his legs. He wondered what you would do first.

He didn't have to wonder very long, though. He felt your hand gently wrap around his cock. He was only semi hard, but it wouldn't take him long to be fully erect.

You slid something onto his cock. It was round and rubbery. And with the push of a button, it vibrated. Jensen realized you had grabbed the cock ring. When it started vibrating, his cock practically jumped. The vibration spread throughout his body.

You knew you couldn't keep the ring on him very long. He'd cum soon if you did. Sooner than you wanted. You let the vibration continue until Jensen's cock was throbbing and you knew he was close.

Jensen's face showed his disappointment when the toy was abruptly removed from his body. You waited a few moments before touching him again. You wanted his orgasm to fade away so you could work him up again.

Jensen felt your delicate fingers wrap around his cock, stroking it softly. It was a teasing stroke. He could barely feel your hand. He wished he could reach down and squeeze your hand.

"Please." He begged.

"Please, what?" You asked.

"Please ma'am. Touch me. Touch me harder." He begged.

Your grasp tightened, but your strokes stayed slow. Ever so slowly, you let your thumb slip over his tip, gathering the precum. His hips bucked a little, but he couldn't go far.

You continued stroking him until he was a whimpering mess. His orgasm was so slowly building up. He was desperate for release. Desperate for touch.

Jensen felt your lips wrap around the tip, and he almost lost it. He lay there as still as possible as you took his entire length into your mouth repeatedly. Every time you sucked his tip, he pulled on the restraints.

He knew he could stop you or take over at any time. All he had to do was use his voice. His gorgeous voice.

"Y/n." He said.

There was a change in his tone. He wasn't begging. He wasn't using the proper name either. You knew exactly why. You removed your mouth from him, not before sucking his tip again, though.

"Yes, sir?" You asked.

"Get me out of these." He said.

You removed the blindfold and the ropes that had him bound by the wrists and ankles. As soon as he was free, you were no longer in charge.

Jensen grabbed your hips and immediately positioned you under him. It happened so fast. He practically threw you. Not that you cared.

His hands found your lingerie and began ripping it off your body. Literally. You heard the lace rip a few times. But it mostly survived.

"Think you can fucking tease me like that and get away with it?" He said.

You thought you were about to be punished, but his face softened a bit.

"You're gonna pay for it next time. Now, I just want you." He said.

"What do you want, sir?" You asked.

"Wanna fuck this pretty pussy of yours." He said.

You felt his tip slip into your entrance. He used his hands to pin yours above your head as he slid in the rest of the way.

He didn't waste time letting you adjust. He immediately set a pace and began pounding into you. It almost seemed like he didn't care if you came or not. He was searching for his release, but due to the length of his cock, he was hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"Fuck Y/n. You turn me on so much." He said.

"I can relate." You said.

Everything about him turned you on. His lips. His eyes. His hair. His arms. His back. God his back. His muscles. His beautiful bow legs. His tongue and hands. Oh, the things he could do with them. His words. His voice. Just his voice alone could make you feel like you were gonna cum.

He's a god. Everything he does, he does with passion. The two of you made eye contact as your walls began to clench around his throbbing cock.

You almost couldn't see his eyes. They were so clouded with lust. You were sure yours looked the same.

Your skin flashed white, then flushed red. Your body shook, and your pussy clenched. You came hard, and it was drawn out as Jensen came inside you.

After the two of you got settled into bed, he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"You and bean, okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. We're great."

After years of trying, you and Jensen were finally expecting a baby. You haven't had a whole lot of sex. He was worried about hurting the baby. But tonight, he needed you.

LA<3

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

For a drabble maybe?

Sparring together but dissolving into giggles and collapsing on the training floor.

(And I don't know maybe there's a fake sword fight too.😉)

Can't Win

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Jensen Valentine (M!MC)

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 957

Category: Fluff

Summary: Jensen makes an attempt at teaching Bryce to spar, which goes completely and utterly wrong

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A/N: yes i did turn this into a whole fic. idk what happened i was just writing a little bit but then it Wasn't a little bit anymore. prompt used from this list. anyway ty to you and @dr-colossal-pita (who also requested this prompt), i loved this one. unfortunately i could not include a fake sword fight, but beside that it fit along surprisingly well with them bc jensen boxes a lot in his free time :)

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As Bryce finished off the last of the dishes, the apartment door opened and closed, Jensen kicking his shoes off in the doorway. Bryce could always tell when he got back from the gym, energy high as he added sound effects to just about all his movements, including a small wapow before he pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

“Hi,” he greeted through a laugh, Jensen offering a hum back and pressing another kiss to his cheek, heading to the bedroom to change into pajamas a beat later. It was always late by the time he got home, his preference for night workouts directly contrasting to Bryce’s typical morning visits to the gym. “How was it?” he called. 

“Not bad,” he answered, presumably in reference to the late night crowd. “I didn’t really work out but I got to punch some shit, so I’d say it was successful.”

Jensen re-entered the room, changed into a thick tank top, comfortable shorts, and white calf socks. He stopped in front of Bryce, doing a mock set of rolling punches a hair in front of him before looking up with a smile, resting his palms on the sides of Bryce’s hips. Bryce was used to it after hundreds of pretend, slow-motion punches stopping in front of him followed by some little explosion noise. The most contact Jensen ever made was no more than a tap.

Bryce had never got to see him seriously throw any punches, and with how often Jensen was at the gym, he was curious. 

“D’you get in the ring with anyone?” he asked, leaning back into the counter as Jensen fiddled with the strings on his hoodie.

Jensen shook his head. “No, not this time.”

Bryce watched him finish off the little bow he tied before asking, “How often do you usually do it?”

With a considerate hum, Jensen answered, “At least once a week.” He untied the strings, messing with them again as he gently bounced back and forth, some song stuck in his head.

“Are there, like, rules to sparring?” he asked curiously.

Jensen gave a half-nod, answering, “Yeah, of course, but we don’t follow it so technically. It’s a lot of unwritten stuff.” It took Jensen a second to catch on, quickly looking up with a smile when he realized. “Wait, are you asking to try it?”

Before Bryce could even answer, Jensen excitedly pulled him to the living room. He quickly grabbed his gym bag, pulling out his gloves and shoving them onto Bryce’s hands. From the few times he had talked about it, Bryce had a rough idea of what he was supposed to be doing, but definitely nowhere near Jensen’s experience.

Jensen helped him into a rough stance, placing his hands just so before standing in front of him.

“Okay, hit me,” he said with a smile.

Bryce gave him a look. “I don’t think that’s how this is supposed to go.”

Jensen shrugged. “No, not really, but I just want to see what you do first.”

Debating for a long second, Bryce decided on a light hit to the shoulder, Jensen not even bothering to block him. He gave him a look, gesturing for him to do it again. Bryce pushed a little harder, Jensen nodding before giving him a few more pointers on where to aim. He stood behind his shoulder, adjusting his arms or hands every few moments.

Bryce tried a few more times, Jensen helping him out here and there but letting him try on his own for the most part. Things weren’t going too bad until Jensen actually stood in front of him again, any and all tips he learned flying out the window as he failed miserably to land anything. 

He could see the amused little grin on Jensen’s face, coming out in a spit of a laugh as Bryce barely managed to push against his arms.

“Don’t laugh at me!” he said, trying to sound offended but the smile on his lips undermining his point. Not that it mattered anyway, Jensen just laughing harder through apologies.

“Bryce, you’re barely touching me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you!” he argued back, Jensen’s laughter too infectious for him to even get through the sentence. 

“Oh my god, as if you could,” he replied, that same little smirk on his lips.

Bryce let out an offended gasp, smiling the whole time, knowing Jensen was trying to get under his skin and easily playing along. He landed a series of soft punches into Jensen’s chest. Just before he could finish off, in barely a second, Jensen seamlessly blocked his hands, pushing them to the side and crouching to pick him up by the hips. He easily tossed him over his shoulder, throwing him down onto the couch through laughter and digging his hand right into Bryce’s side. 

Struggling, Bryce finally caught his hand awkwardly between the two large gloves, breathless from the tickling. “That was cheating!”

“Definitely not,” Jensen replied easily, trying to keep a straight face but giving up in barely a second at the expression Bryce shot back. Before he could say anything else, Bryce hooked his arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Jensen settled over top of him, sitting up on his chest with a content grin.

“You’re not a very good teacher,” Bryce said.

“Mmh, you sure? You at least learned what not to do, and I got paid in kisses, so really it was a win for both of us.”

Bryce gave him a light smack to the back, glove uselessly bouncing off him and making him laugh again. He rolled his eyes and pulled him in for another kiss before he could say anything else.

~~~ @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[primroseprime2019]

Harmonious Flames- Chapter One: A Curious Find

In the bustling city of New York, skyscrapers reach for the clouds and lights dance across the skyline like stars on Earth.

The streets are alive with the sound of taxis honking, people rushing, and music playing on every corner. Central Park offers a quiet escape, where nature thrives amidst the concrete jungle.

From the Statue of Liberty to Times Square, each landmark tells a tale of ambition, diversity, and resilience.

In New York, dreams are born, cultures collide, and possibilities are endless. It's a city that never sleeps, always buzzing with energy and excitement, inviting you to explore its every corner.

In a bustling neighborhood, there was a prestigious school that had a rich history and a reputation for excellence. The school was a towering building with ivy-covered walls and large windows that allowed sunlight to stream into the classrooms.

The hallways were adorned with colorful artwork and inspirational quotes, creating a vibrant and welcoming atmosphere. The classrooms were equipped with the latest technology and resources, providing students with everything they need to succeed. The teachers were passionate and dedicated, pushing their students to achieve their full potential and explore their passions.

Students bustled through the hallways, laughing and talking excitedly about their Spring Break.

An eighteen year old girl was at her locker, putting her books up. She had porcelain skin dotted with dusty brown freckles, orange-brown hair with yellow streaks and she had light teal-blue eyes.

"Savyyyyyy!" A seventeen year old girl squealed as she wrapped her arms around Savannah's waist. The girl had chocolate brown skin, deep red and magenta hair and deep blue eyes. "Can you believe it? Our class is going on a field trip!"

Savannah giggled, "I know, I know, Penny. I think Rhonda would share your enthusiasm considering how she loves the outdoors."

Penelope grinned excitedly and she hopped up and down. "I can't wait!" "Hey, y'all!"

Penelope and Savannah looked over at six other girls as they walked over. Trinity Schmidt was a nineteen year old girl who lived with her parents and her brother. She had a part-time job at the local library. She had light brown skin, deep brown eyes and dark brown hair that was tied in a ponytail with a dark purple bow.

Reyna Rose was a seventeen year old girl who had her own boutique shop. She lived with her parents and her sister. She had almond brown skin, dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. She was wearing light blue eyeliner.

Stacy Griffin was a seventeen year old girl who lived with her dad. She was a skilled magician apprentice who helped her dad with his magic tricks. She had pale ivory skin, raven black hair and light blue eyes.

Anika Jensen was an eighteen year old girl who lived on a nearby farm with her grandmother, her brother and her little sister. She had pale ivory skin dotted with deep brown freckles, emerald green eyes and blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail. She often wore a cowgirl hat that belonged to her dad.

Felicity Simmons was a seventeen year old girl who lived and worked at a cottage that housed a lot of animals that she would take care of. She even worked at a pet store and on most weekends, she worked as a veterinarian. She had porcelain skin, light brown hair and teal-green eyes.

Rhonda Dash was a seventeen year old girl who lived by herself. She was a professional athlete and she was even awesome at sports, especially soccer. She had pale ivory skin, dark brown hair with light tan-brown streaks and dark brown hair.

The seven girls were not only best friends, they were also in a band. Whenever school ended, they would hang out at Savannah's house and play their instruments. Savannah, Anika and Rhonda played guitars, Penelope played drums, Felicity played with the tambourine, Reyna and Stacy played the keytars and Trinity was the lead singer.

"Hey, girls," Savannah chuckled, "so how many of the students are going?" "Just the people we know from class," Stacy replied, "most of them aren't happy."

"Well, I'm sure the trip won't be this lame when they find out it's a scavenger hunt," Rhonda snickered. Anika gave her friend an amused look, "I thought you weren't fond of those kinds of things."

Rhonda shrugged. "Hey, if I find treasure, it's finders keepers." Penelope burst into a fit of giggles and the bell rang.

"So when is the field trip?" Savannah asked curiously. "Right after class," Trinity answered, "Principal Celestina and Vice Principal Lune are taking us to the Appalachian Mountains."

"Awesome!" Rhonda squealed, jumping up and down with excitement. Felicity giggled, "I can't wait to see what kind of animals are there."

"I'm sure there'll be plenty of critters for you to see, sugar cube," Anika chuckled, patting her friend's shoulder, "now let's hurry on to class 'fore we get detention!"

At that, the girls immediately hurried to their classes.

Meanwhile in the Appalachian Mountains, the forests were surprisingly calm. There were no humans that were jogging down the trail. It was all just... quiet.

Until there was a rustling sound and a large hulking figure that flew above the trees, scattering leaves all through the air. It flapped its wings before it landed outside of the mouth of a cave. It walked into its home and growled softly, folding its wings against its sides.

This creature wasn't just any ordinary animal. It was a dragoness. She had bright blue scales that shimmered in the sunlight and her eyes were glowing white. The dragoness walked over to a nest and in that nest were eight eggs. They were all colored differently.

The dragoness gently nudged them before she growled and turned to see a much larger dragon. He had silver scales and crimson red eyes. Scars littered his skin.

"Leave this place, Magnar," the dragoness spat as she stood in front of the nest, "you will not have them."

"We will see, Celeste," he growled before he charged at her with a roar.

Celeste stood on her back legs and she slammed into Magnar. The two tumbled across the ground, biting and clawing at each other. Magnar bit down on her throat and she screeched in pain before she swiped her claws across his face. He yelped and reared his head back.

Celeste kicked him off before she scrambled over to the eggs and she waved her claws. A white glow washed over them and Magnar let out an enraged snarl.

"NO!" He roared, leaping at the eggs but before he could try and destroy them, they were already gone.

Celeste fell on her side, gasping softly as blood dripped from the bite mark on her neck. Magnar let out a roar of anger and he spun around to face her.

He stalked towards her, his tail lashing sideways. "You can't stop the Great Fire, Celeste," he snarled, "nor can your clan."

Celeste coughed out blood and she glared up at him. "That... m-may be true... b-but I-I know... that my children... will stop it. They will stop you."

Magnar snarled before he slammed his claws into Celeste's chest. The dragoness gasped before she fell limp.

Magnar breathed heavily as he stared at her limp form. He gritted his teeth before he snarled and he stepped over it and stormed out if the cave.

"Flare," he snapped at the air. A dark red and orange wyvern flew down and landed next to Magnar.

He had bright red eyes and there was a scar on his abdomen. "Yes, my alpha?"

"Go and burn Celeste's body," Magnar said with a scowl, "I'm sure her little kingdom will no doubt hear of her passing soon."

"Yes sir," Flare replied, "but... what about the eggs?"

Magnar growled, "they've most likely been destroyed. Just do as I said and once you're done... if those eggs haven't been destroyed... send the Dark Dragons to track them down."

He flew up into the air. Flare watched him before he looked at Celeste's body. He walked closer and he sighed softly.

"You were a good queen," he murmured, "may the Spirits be kind for your Solas."

He blew his flames at Celeste's body before he flew up into the air and disappeared through the trees.

On the other side of the Appalachian Mountains, Principal Celestina, Vice Principal Lune and the students were walking down a trail.

"Alright, students," Principal Celestina said, "everyone will spread out and start looking for the assigned objects on your lists. Come back to this exact spot once you're all done. And stay safe."

"Oh yeah! We've got this in the bag!" Rhonda grinned. All the students started to disperse in groups of four.

Savannah, Trinity, Anika and Felicity walked through the woods.

"Okay, so what are we looking for?" Anika asked, looking at the list.

"A bush of blueberries, a pinecone, a few bird eggs and I think some kind of fruit," Trinity read out loud. She frowned in confusion and she glanced at the trees.

"Okay, the pinecones and blueberries I can understand but why bird eggs?" She asked.

"Well Vice Principal Lune was in charge of the lists so maybe we can ask her later," Savannah said.

"Found some eggs!" Felicity called out from nearby and the three hurried over to their friend who had pulled back some bushes and Anika widened her eyes.

There were four eggs but they were too big and too colorful to be bird eggs.

"Well... those are mighty colorful," Anika commented. Felicity and Savannah nodded in agreement. Trinity picked up the pale light grayish mulberry egg and she stared at it.

"I think we should take these with us," she said, "I can't explain it but something about these eggs feels... different."

Savannah picked up the brilliant amber egg and she looked at it. "They're all warm," she said.

Anika carefully picked up the brilliant gamboge egg and she blinked in surprise. "You're right!"

Felicity picked up the pale, light grayish gold egg and she held it close.

Then Trinity's phone went over, startling her. She took her phone out and she looked at it.

"Looks like the rest of the girls found more eggs," she said.

"Oh boy," Anika murmured, "let's meet up with them and we can head back to the campsite."

Savannah nodded and the girls hurried into the trees. Unbeknownst to them, a cloudy white dragon was watching them from the bushes. He had stormy gray wings and pale blue eyes.

"The eggs... were found by humans?" He murmured, his eyes wide with shock. He inhaled sharply before he scurried away.

Savannah, Trinity, Anika and Felicity walked over to the other girls who looked at them. They were holding different colored eggs too.

"This is crazy! What are they?!" Rhonda asked as she held a pale, light grayish cerulean egg. "Beats me," Trinity said.

"They're so colorful and warm and shiny!" Penelope exclaimed as she held a pale light grayish raspberry egg and nuzzled her face against it.

Stacy looked at the pale, light grayish heliotrope egg and she frowned in confusion. "Where did they come from though?"

"Again, it beats me," Trinity said. Savannah looked at the egg.

"It's certainly beautiful," Reyna murmured as she held a light gray egg. The girls all jumped when they suddenly heard the sound of a whistle.

"Oh feathers! We gotta hurry back!" Anika exclaimed.

"But what do we do with the eggs?" Rhonda asked nervously. "We can't just leave them!" Felicity protested.

"We'll just hold onto them until after the trip!" Savannah said, "let's put them in our backpacks and we'll decide what to do from there!"

The others nodded before they carefully but hurriedly put the eggs in their bags and ran back to where their class was.

"There you are!" Principal Celestina exclaimed once she saw the girls, "is everything alright?"

"Yes ma'am," Trinity said quickly, "sorry, we just lost track of time trying to find bird eggs."

"Got it!" Penelope piped up and she shook her head wildly, sending pinecone pieces and blueberries flying out of her hair.

Rhonda stared at her, flabbergasted. "How-?" "I wouldn't question it, darling," Reyna chuckled.

Penelope smiled innocently and Principal Celestina chuckled.

"Well, since this class has finished and with school already ending for the summer, I think that concludes the summer activities today," she said.

"Yay!" The students cheered happily.

"Let's get back to the bus," Vice Principal Lune said, crossing her arms. She glanced at the girls who were whispering and looking at their bags.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Now, girls," she said. They jumped and hurried to the bus.

Vice Principcal Lune watched them with a deep frown and she looked towards the forest for a moment before she followed Principal Celestina.

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | Critics’ Choice Awards 2014

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

week 5 - day 18 - kinktober - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing - stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

warning - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing.

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18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Y/n rustles around in the pink designer bags on her bed, pulling out a short cute checkered green dress and deciding that she needs to try it on and show her daddy. She shimmies out of her ‘kiss and eat’ bra and knicker set, not completely understanding the context, but she wasn’t going to say no to her uncle Bucky when he bought them for her.

Y/n slides the smooth dress up her body, feeling giddy at the pretty fabric. She ties the sleeves together and stands in front of the mirror, checking how perfectly the dress fits her. A giant grin forms on her face before she grabs the other bag and rushes out of the room, her giggles filling the house. 

She skids into the room, face beaming as she spots the men. “Bunny, what have I told you about running?” Y/n pouts, looking at her stepfather and bowing her head.

“That I’m not supposed ta do it.” Her doe-like eyes stare at him, still holding the sparkle they had before, “but I got a good reason! I swear, daddy!” She plays with the hem of her pretty new dress, giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes. 

Steve’s brows raise, and the rest of the men hold in their chuckles at how easy he’ll give in, but they don’t blame him. “Hmm, and what’s this reason, bunny? It better be a good one, or you will be punished.” They watch her cheeks turn a rosy pink as her thighs squeeze together at the thought of being punished before the cutest little smile takes place on her face.

“I wanted to show you the dress! It’s so pretty, daddy!” She skips over to him, jumping into his lap as her legs are on either side of his body. Y/n places kisses all over his face and squeezes him, “thank you, daddy! Thank you! I love it. I’mma wear it all the time!” Steve’s hands grip her hips as she continues to pamper him with her love, feeling himself harden as her cunt rubs against his jean-clad bulge.

“It’s a beautiful dress, bunny. You look like a princess, don’t you guys agree?” A chorus of agreement and praise can be heard, Y/n’s cheeks turning a bright pink at the compliments. She hides her face in her stepfather’s neck.

Bucky leans over and looks at the bag she dropped, his brows raised as he becomes curious. “Hey, doll. What’s in that bag?” Y/n whips her head around, looking at her uncle Bucky before looking at the bag lying on the floor. She jumps off Steve’s lap and heads over to the pink bag. Bending over and picking the bag up, she gives all four men a view of her bare cunt. A choking sound can be heard from her left, still bent over. Y/n looks over to her stepbrother.

“You okay, Jakey? Do you need some water?” Her wide eyes stare at him, not noticing how their eyes are glued to her exposed cunt or how their pants seem to tighten. Jake shakes his head, waving for her to continue finding out what’s in the bag. Y/n’s attention moves to the bag, slowly pulling out a pretty short pink dress, causing a squeal to leave her lips.

She stands abruptly, holding the material against her chest and turning to face the men again. “Daddy! You got me the dress I wanted!” Tears fill her eyes as she stares at Steve, her plump lips are pouted and trembling as she tries to stop herself from bursting into tears, and her gaze moves down to the dress. Her hands are feeling the fabric, imagining how pretty she’d look.

“Why don’t you try it on, sugar?” Johnny leans back into the couch, feeling his cock throb from what he just witnessed. “You know, really thank your daddy for spending his money on you.” The other three men nod, wetting their lips as predator-like eyes focus on you. Y/n goes to leave but is stopped, “you should try it on here so that we can see how well it fits from the beginning.” Her eyes look at Johnny, and she nods, agreeing with him.

Y/n places the dress between Steve and Bucky before her dainty hands move up to the sleeves, slowly untying them and watching them fall before the dress follows. The soft material slides down her bare body until it reaches the floor. She steps out of it and bends down to retrieve the cloth. Steve reaches his hand out and takes it for her while their eyes are glued to how her plump breasts bounce before gliding down and settling on her neatly shaved cunt.

Y/n pulls on the second new dress she received, and a soft giggle leaves her lips as it fits perfectly. She twirls around, showing it off to the men in the room and receiving praise. Y/n jumps on top of Steve again, smothering him in kisses and squeezing the life out of him. “Oh, thank you, daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

Steve’s heart skips a beat as he realises that her pretty little cunt has been touching him bare this whole time, and the only thing stopping him from feeling her entirely is his stupid jeans. Steve grabs the back of Y/n’s head and brings her face close as he places a soft kiss on her lips. “Your welcome, bunny. Why don’t you spread your pretty legs for me. Daddy just wants to make sure everything looks good.” Y/n slowly spreads her legs, not questioning her stepfather's motives. Stifling a groan when his eyes lock onto her glistening folds, “aww bunny, you’re all wet.”

Y/n pouts, a soft moan falling from her lips as Steve rubs her button. “I–is that a bad thing, daddy?” Steve runs his fingers through her slit before pushing them into her tight entrance, causing her to surge forward and grip his shoulders. “O–oh, daddy, that feels good.” Her hips begin to move against his fingers, loving the new feeling.

“Don’t worry, bunny. It’s not a bad thing, nothing to worry about. It just means we have to take care of your little problem.” Steve groans, thrusting his fingers in and out of his stepdaughter. The other men sit back, feeling their cocks throb at the sight of the sweet little girl being fingered. Steve begins to curl his fingers as he picks up the pace, thrusting them against her sweet spot and watching her back arch. “Your doing so well, bunny. I’m so proud of you.” Y/n leans back, her body falling until she’s flat against his legs. Her small hands grip his shoes as squeals leave her. 

Bucky tilts his head, “that’s an odd position, doll.” A chuckle leaves his lips as she babbles about something, getting lost in the pleasure. Bucky rubs his hand against his bulge, needing to relieve some of the pressure but knowing now isn’t the time. He’ll get his turn. He knows this, and so does every man in the room as they patiently wait for theirs.

Johnny abruptly stands before leaving the room, only mentioning that he had something to do upstairs. Jake follows, knowing the plan and wanting to witness the aftermath, leaving Steve and Bucky with the tiny baby. Steve motions for Bucky to pick Y/n’s upper half up, his fingers moving faster in her tight cunt, the room filled with her sweet moans and juices. Y/n spasms around his fingers, juices squirting out and covering her stepfather. 

Johnny heads up to Y/n’s room with Jake trailing behind him, and he smirks when he spots the cute little bunny she always takes everywhere with her. He grabs the soft teddy and then gets on his knees, chucking the bunny underneath the bed and smirking. His eyes then catch sight of pink before spying the pair of ‘eat’ knickers you usually sleep in. 

Johnny quickly gets up and walks over to where you left them, grabbing the piece of skimpy clothing and bringing it up to his nose. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he takes in your scent before his tongue darts out, sucking the fabric into his mouth and wetting it. Jake eyes him, letting his best friend have this pair as he has a draw full of his own in his room. The two men look at each other and smirk.

The plan was now in motion, and you couldn’t sleep without your little bunny.

Y/n blinks away the cloud in front of her eyes, looking down at all the mess she made. “Oh, daddy! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Her doe-like eyes stare at him, pleading with him. Steve chuckles, his fingers come up to his mouth, and he sucks her cum off them. Bucky stands behind her, grabbing her hair before pulling her head back.

“You sure you didn’t mean it, doll? Because from my end, you looked like a little slut.” Y/n shakes her head, tears brimming her eyes, and her bottom lip juts out. “I know something you can do that’ll make me think you’re a good girl, doll. You don’t want to be a slut, do you?” She continues to shake her head, making grabby hands at her uncle Bucky.

“Don’t wanna! Wanna be a good girl! Please make me a good girl.” Fat tears roll down Y/n’s face, desperately needing to please these men. Steve and Bucky look at each other, smirking before maneuvering her around so that her back is to Steve and her face is facing Bucky’s crotch. The older man with the black and gold metal arm slowly unzips his jeans, taking out his heavy member and tapping the tip against her lips.

“Okay, doll. I’ll make you a good girl. Now lift for your daddy and open your pretty little mouth for uncle Bucky.” His metal fingers grab Y/n’s chin, opening her mouth. He waits for his best friend to get settled, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head as Steve sinks deep inside her before placing his balls inside Y/n’s mouth, instructing her to suck. Bucky groans as Y/n sucks hard on his heavy sacks, licking and tugging them, her big wide eyes staring up at him as she worships him. Bucky quickly takes his balls out of her mouth before pushing his cock inside. Sinking deep until he reaches the back of her throat and groans at the feel of her gagging around him. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well, doll. Now suck for me, and maybe later I’ll buy ya some pretty things.”

Y/n’s tongue swirls around the thick member, her plump lips tightening around the base as she begins to suck. Cunt pulsating around Steve’s cock when she hears Bucky groan and pulls her hair, his hips start to thrust into her mouth. Steve lifts his and fucks Y/n from underneath. The soft whimpers that leave her cause his balls to tighten and his pace to pick up.

“Jesus fuck, she’s choking on my cock.” Bucky groans, thrusting harder into her throat. Feeling her constrict around him, he grips her head before cumming. “Fuck, doll. Swallow it all like a good girl.” Bucky slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth, stroking her hair as he whispers how good she did before stepping back and watching Steve flip her until her chest is against the couch and pounds fast into her soft cunt.

“Fuck, bunny. You feel so fucking tight and warm. You’re such a fucking whore for sucking your fucking uncle off and letting your daddy fuck you.” His hand that isn’t pushing you down strikes down onto your ass. Spanking you again and again, your soft cries fill the room, and his thick and long cock pumps in and out of you, the member covered in white cream as he pushes in deep. “Look at this, bunny. You’re enjoying being fucked like a whore. Are you going to cum for me? Let me cum deep inside your little cunt, make you full and pregnant. What do you think your mother would say about that? Huh?” Steve feels your cunt clench around him at the thought and chuckles. “You little slut, you like the thought of being pumped full of my kids.” His face comes close until his mouth is right next to your ear. “Don’t worry, bunny. Daddy likes that idea too.”

His pace picks up, slamming harder into the small woman as she squeals, gripping onto a cushion, and she feels her core clench around his thick cock. “D–daddy, oh– I need, please–” Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her cunt pulsating around her stepfather’s cock before she cums. White cream coats the thick base. Steve grips her hips tight, thrusting his cock deeper inside her before he releases. Filling her to the brim, he slowly pulls out, places soft kisses along her spine and then steps away as Bucky takes his place. 

A gasp leaves Y/n’s lips, her mouth falls open, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as Bucky slides his thick cock deep inside her, pushing Steve’s cum deeper into her womb. His thick bush rubs up against her small button. Bucky grunts, “Jesus fucking Christ, doll. You were just fucked, yet you are still so fucking tight.” His hips snap forward, hands gripping her sides as he pounds into the small woman. “You feel so good, doll. I can’t wait to fill you up and have you carry my babies.” Bucky growls, his metal hand wrapping around Y/n’s hair and pulling, grunting when he feels her cunt clench around his cock.

“U–uncle Bucky! T–too much!” Y/n whines, pushing herself back into him. Feeling her brain go all fuzzy from the intense feelings, drool begins to drip down from her mouth, and she whimpers. A hand comes around and lets her hold it, squeezing it as she blabbers on about something. Bucky picks up his pace, fucking harder into her. Sweat begins to drip down his forehead, and his balls tighten. 

“Okay, doll. Cum for me, c’mon.” Bucky’s flesh hand goes underneath her and begins to rub her little button. He thrusts deep and hits her sweet spot. Causing Y/n’s back to arch, cunt to tightly squeeze his cock and juices to squirt out and cover him. Bucky groans, thrusting into her overstimulated cunt a few more times before burying deep inside her and releasing rope after rope of his warm cum. “Fuck, doll. You definitely deserve something pretty after this.” He continues to ride out both of your orgasms before slowly pulling his softening cock out. 

Y/n’s eyes begin to close, exhaustion catching up to her, and her body begins to relax into the couch. Steve moves close as his best friend steps back and goes to collect a cloth and water. He leans over and brushes the hair out of her face. “You okay, bunny?”

“Sweepy”, Steve lets out a soft chuckle before grabbing the glass of water Bucky hands him while Bucky uses the warm cloth to clean up the little baby. Steve lifts Y/n a bit, causing her to babble and whine.

“It’s okay, bunny. Just need you to drink some water, and we’ll tuck you in, okay?” Y/n nods, taking a few sips of the water placed at her lips before she’s picked up and tucked into the person’s chest. Steve and Bucky take Y/n to her bedroom, putting her underneath the pretty pink princess blanket, not bothering with taking her new dress off as when they tried, she would whack their hands and complain about being sleepy. Once she’s all tucked in and snuggled into the soft blanket, Steve looks for her teddy and looks at Bucky, confused as to where it has gone, before they head out of the room, kissing her forehead gently.

Y/n tosses and turns before lifting her head and looking around her bed for her little bunny, and her brows furrow as she never goes to sleep without Sergeant Bubbles. A whine leaves her lips, fists coming to her eyes and rubbing them before she crawls off her bed and down onto the floor. A flash of white and pink catches her eye, making her look under her bed and spot the fluffy teddy in the middle. She huffs, her upper half crawls under the bed and tries to reach her favourite toy with her tiny arms.

When Y/n has no luck, she tries to wiggle out, and a whimper falls from her plump lips. Fat tears roll down her face as she realises she’s stuck, not noticing the two men walking into the room and smirking. “Aww, bunny baby. Whatcha doing down there?” The sound of her stepbrother’s voice fills her ears, making a smile form on her sad face. Her ass continues to jiggle as she tries to get out. The tiny pink dress she’s still wearing rolls up and gives them a view of her used and puffy cunt, the mix of cum still trickling out of her tiny hole.

“Jakey! I–'m stuck. Please help me!” Her little toes wiggle, not knowing that the two men are moving closer to her vulnerable body. Pants tightened with large bulges on view, and they share dark looks. A squeal leaves Y/n’s lips as ‘Jake’ touches her leg, moving his touch higher up until they are close to her soaking core.

“Well, how’d you get stuck, bunny baby? Shouldn’t you be all tucked in?” Y/n didn’t notice how his voice was further than the figure touching her, and she also didn’t know this was their plan and why they left the room. See, Jake knows she can’t sleep without her bunny, and he knows what Steve and Bucky were going to do. So he and Johnny decided to set this up.

“I–I couldn’t find Sergeant Bubbles… so I went looking, and he’s under here, b–but I couldn’t reach, and now I can’t get out.” Y/n bursts into tears, feeling stressed. A soft, surprised moan leaves her lips as Johnny’s fingers enter her tiny hole. “J–Jakey?” Her small hands grip the carpet, slowly beginning to rock against the thrusts of the fingers inside her.

“What’s wrong, bunny baby? Don’t you like it when Johnny plays with your little hole? He only wants to help.” Jake kneels next to his best friend. His hand comes down and strikes the exposed asscheek, growing harder when he hears her little squeal. They watch her juices leak around Johnny’s fingers, dripping onto the soft pink carpet. “Aww, you’re making a mess. Johnny, clean the dumb baby up.” Jake’s hand rubs the bulge in his pants, and his other hand spanks his young stepsister.

Johnny lies on his stomach, spreading Y/n’s legs open, causing both men to groan at the sight of her glistening folds. He quickly dives forward, tongue lapping at the sweet nectar coming out of her, lips wrapping around her clit and sucking. His fingers continue to thrust inside her cunt as he focuses on her little button. Johnny pulls back slightly. “Fuck, sugar, you taste like candy.” He dives back in, nails digging into her thigh as he tries to get deeper into her sweet cunt, needing more– hungry for more. Johnny takes his fingers out, sucking them clean before replacing them with his tongue, sucking her juices into his awaiting mouth. Pumping the wet muscle in and out of her, hitting her sweet spot before feeling Y/n’s walls tighten around him, Johnny continues until he feels Y/n release, her juices covering his face.

Johnny pulls away, groaning, when he licks the remaining juices off of his lips. He stands, looking toward Jake and nodding, grabbing hold of the bed. He lifts it, letting Jake grab Y/n and Sergeant Bubbles before placing it back down again. “Jakey, can I sleep now?” Her doe-like eyes stare at her older stepbrother, feeling herself clench around nothing as he lays her down. Jake nods. He and Johnny crawl next to her in bed.

“Of course, bunny baby. Johnny and I are just going to play with you for a bit if that’s alright?” She nods, eyes closing. Both men slowly take out their throbbing members, turning the sleepy woman on her side. Jake lifts her leg and places it on his hip, smiling softly at her tired babbles before a soft whimper leaves her lips when he pushes his hardened member into her soaking cunt. “It’s okay. Just relax for us, bunny baby.” As he says this, Johnny grips her hip and gently pushes his thick cock into her cunt alongside Jake. Y/n’s brows furrow, feeling pain shoot up her body. Her tiny hands grip the small bunny between them, holding him close as both men begin to push in and out slowly.

Once Y/n’s body relaxes, opening up around their cocks. Little pleased whimpers leave her plump lips. Jake thrusts in while Johnny pulls out. They repeat the pattern, quickly picking up their pace and hitting her spot. Johnny reaches around and begins to rub Y/n’s swollen button. Jake and Johnny groan at how tight she is. The feel of her walls fluttering around them felt like heaven. They both grip wherever they can on the sleeping woman, pounding harder and faster into her soft cunt.

“That’s a good girl. You’re taking us so well. We can’t wait till your round with both our kids, bunny baby.” Jake whispers, kissing your neck and groans at the feel of you clenching down on them. They pick up their pace, pushing you against each other while pounding deep inside. Their moans and your soft whimpers fill the room as both men feel their ends approaching, “Fuck– fuck, Jesus, she’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Fuck– same, she’s going to be the death of me.” Johnny groans, his face burying into Y/n’s hair, picking up the faint smell of vanilla before releasing his warm cum deep inside you. His chest moves up and down as he tries to catch his breath before pulling slowly out of the sleeping woman, falling back onto his back, hand on his chest as his eyes close.

Jake pushes his little sister into Johnny, her leg still wrapped around his hip as he pounds hard and fast into her. His cock hits deep into her, grunting into Y/n’s ear, Jake feels his balls tighten, and his pace picks up before he snaps his hips, and ropes of his cum shoot out of his tip. Filling Y/n to the brim, her poor cunt overflowing with four men’s sperm, dripping out onto the bed. Jake slowly pulls out, kissing her forehead and grabbing some tissues to clean himself and her up. He drops down next to her, pulling her close and letting out a puff of air as she snuggles into him.

thank you for reading! this piece is dedicated to the amazing @junipermuses, wouldn’t have been able to come up with it without her.

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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The Winchesters Pilot - What do we know about the box? Was that Samuel Campbell at the beginning?

The paper Mary found describes a magical box and says:

Follow the path of 1 toward Heaven. Second spot is four less seven Find the forth behind Hells door, Six suns set on the Western floor I will always lead you here, Ending the darkness that we all fear

My first thought was THE EMPTY - and I Screamed. but once I calmed down I started thinking dimensions and the Acreda. there are also strong Amara vibes I am choosing to ignore.

We have seen a demon get sucked inside, into this tiny box. So either it's a trap or it's a door. If it's a door I would expect it goes to another dimension.

Either way - what happens if a person we care about at some point gets sucked into the box too? 🤔 hrmm (don't hurt Lata!)

The MoL locked it up for a reason - which they wouldn't do if this awesome piece of tech was a no downsides monster trap. So maybe it can suck people in or the Acreda can use this to cross over. Per @greatcometcas Akreda is ancient Greek for Locusts and doesn't that just have Vibes.

The paper also had these symbols on it, one of which Samuel someone with a bag with the initials S.C. wrote in blood to open the Manhole of Letters at the beginning of the episode. (A bit of digital manipulation and highlighting) I was convinced the symbols would combine together to create the Men of Letters symbol. No such luck yet. Unless we separate them into their base ancient ruins. ...

Started with the assumption that this person was Samuel - possible Tom Welling stand-in notwithstanding - that leads me to some questions.

Apparently the symbol he drew into the dish is called an Odal Rune or an Othala. (thank you @swordofsun!) Unfortunately I know it as a symbol co-opted by nazis, but it's is one of the oldest and most widely used runes in ancient Norse, Germanic, and Anglo-Saxon cultures. It was used for the “o” sound and is symbolic of lineage and genetic inheritance.

So - so I had been assuming this Indiana jones looking man was Samuel Campbell, but is he? I still think that is most likely but it feels like this symbol should have been drawn in MoL legacy blood to open the door. We've seen that before. I'm fine with that being unnecessary, but it would be fun if that meant 1) Samuel had ties to MoL 2) The Campbells have some history with the Acreda or 3) That isn't Samuel.

This is about when @wigglebox asked me if that man looked like Jensen and, now that you mention it.... I don't see bow legs, but it does kind of look like the back of his head? Is this Jensen/Dean? Is this Henry/Gil? Is this just Samuel/Tom? IDK. Someone tell me who this looks like to you, where my hand freaks at?

I want it to be Dean, he's a legacy and it would be a fun twist, but I think Dean would be better able to handle himself and he's wearing a wedding ring so for that to be Dean he'd have to be married to Cas at this point - Which obv means I am fully on board 😂💙💚. Nah, I think it was likely Samuel.

Symbols on the paper (bear with me there are a LOT of interpretations online and I do not know what I'm doing):

MoL Symbol - Unicursal Hexagram associated with symbolic magical, and spiritual connections. "Our crest. The Aquarian Star, representing great magic and power. They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself." Combination of 2 Kauną (see below) and an ᚷ? (top right)

Apparently this is a combination rune used for protection - or protection of family. I feel like this looks like it's a combination of the two symbols Inguz - fertility or love and Isa/Isaz - ice or death. ᛝ + ᛁ (Top left)

Raido ? - Journey - combined with the symbol for message / god / odin. AR . Also seeing people referring to this as Energy - getting real "the heroes journey" vibes, Robbie. ᚮ + ᚱ

upside down Othada - apparently the main meaning of a reversed othada is “loss of home”? ᛟ

This one I could not find - the only combination I was able to come up with was a double ᛜ a ᛜᛜ which is an inguz from a different culture. Meaning seed, or energy. Creation. - Maybe the duplicate means destruction / the darkness? Like a reverse? It could just as easily be 2 Othadas doubled back on themselves which would be fun thematically.

Othada / Odal- Heritage/Legacy/genetic inheritance or separation or possession ᛟ

combination of Kauną/Kenaz & Igus ᚲ + ᛜ - getting so many interpretations off of these - Kenaz - love/relationship/fire, Igus seed/energy/creation.

If I didn't know better - and I think I do - I'd think this was about Amara - the elusions to god (reverse) and the darkness. But given what we already know I expect this to be about the Acreda. Mostly I think this is a warning about an interdimensional door. I was clowning for a second when I found an interpretation relating to a journey in time, but I don't think it holds up.

Thank you to @escapingpurgatorypodcast @endofthebookpod & dearly to @deanncastiel for the image source!

I sincerely hope someone who knows better can make some sense of this

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Characters: Soldier Boy/Beau Arlen/Jensen (whoever you want it to be) x unnamed female

Words: 830

Warnings: explicit, bondage, blindfold, power exchange

Author’s notes: brain dump post-Charcon images

He makes me feel like royal filth, cherished and depraved.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, his sumptuous lips and neat beard, sending shocks over my skin. He scrapes teeth over my skin as he twists his fingers in the back of my hair.

His voice is clear as a bell, succinct and warm. He only says what he means.

“I need to come,” I whine, pulsating under the buzzing wand he’s directing over my clit.

“Then come,” he hums as the Hitachi shifts angles and he thrusts it against my opening and up, almost inside, so rough.

I’m bound by my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, blindfolded and overloaded. Whenever he ties me down and cuts off my sight, he makes me come a hundred different ways before he even gets his dick wet, and it feels like some kind of dire execution.

I gush and grind against the device in his hand, and the air fills with my gasps and cries. Then his mirthful praise joins in, layering over the wet, sucking and mechanical whirring from between my legs.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, switching off the instrument before discarding it aside. “Now, what should I do to you?”

I whimper and drool, limp and lifeless. “I don’t... I can’t,” I whisper.

He’s been at it full-bore for an hour already, and I’m undone.

“Oh, come on, princess. All you gotta do is lay there and take what I give you like the pretty slut you are.”

I groan in anguish from the blend of his low, smooth voice being rude.

He drags his heavy fingers and palms over my skin as he descends to the foot of the bed. I hear and feel him unbuckle my restraints and sigh when he begins to work the muscles in my calves and thighs.

“This your favorite part? Bein’ unraveled and laid out, huh?”

“Mhmm,” I reply, licking and chewing my lips.

“Mhmm,” he echoes, sliding back up my body, pushing me up closer to the pillows, and straddling my hips. The brush of soft denim warms my skin. “Gonna leave the blindfold on, though.”

I nod, trying not to think about the way he looks, flawless from his soft, deliberately tousled hair to his well-manicured fingertips to his perfectly shaped toes. Excellence like this should make him seem like a distant statue, revered by untouchable, but he’s too warm for that.

He unfastens my wrists, letting the cuffs drop to the bed. The straps are heavy enough that they slither from atop the plush comforter, dragging the cuffs with them to the floor with a soft thunk. I exhale as he begins to gently massage the muscles in my neck and shoulders, squeezing down my arms.

“I’m gonna roll you over now and you’re gonna stay put. No peeking, no touching, and only move when I move you. We clear?”

“Clear,” I reply, doing my best to slow my breathing as he cradles my head in his hands and dips in to kiss the hinge of each jaw and then my lips.

He’s winding me up again, savagely and exquisitely. Then he’s backing off, climbing off of my to stand. Fabric rustles, his belt buckle clangs, and I wait.

I’m breathing with intention, trying to focus, but my gut reaction is to fight or fly, never to freeze. The act of giving power to someone else for my own destiny, if only for an hour or two, doesn’t come easily. I have to practice.

The mattress dips as he knees onto the bed, guiding me to roll over onto a thick bolster pillow. “You know I’d play with you all night, but you’re about boil over. It’s a beautiful thing, you letting me have this, to give it to you.”

He adjusts the bolster just right then climbs between my knees, smoothing his big, warm hand from my coccyx up over my spine to my skull to grip my neck. He knees me open wider and the broad tip of his cock slips and slides down and up the slick seam of my cunt.

As he pushes inside, we groan in unison and my back bows on its own. I fist the duvet and bite the pillow, muffling my cries for him to fuck fuck fuck.

“I gotcha,” he whispers, setting a rhythm. He releases my neck to brace his hand between my shoulder blades as his other hand wraps around my ankle to lift my leg and bend my knee, shifting me to a position that makes me gasp and shout.

“That’s right, right there. What’d I say, princess? I gotcha. Fuck that’s good.”

I’m not even trying to maintain a sense of control any longer. I don’t know what I’m saying, either, but there are sounds punching from my chest with every thrust.

He swells inside me, and I burn below him. Tears and spit soak the pillow under my face as I spray the bedding beneath us and he comes inside me with a roar.

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Masterlist Updates [Mar.10/21]

Series

Of something beautiful, but annihilating (Arvin Russell, The Devil All the Time)

A Girl Like You (Andy Barber, Prostitute AU, Defending Jacob)

Secrets (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Royal AU, MCU)

Extracurricular (Ransom Drysdale, Professor AU, Knives Out)

Bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, MCU)

By the King’s Hand (Loki, MCU)

Dance For Me (Andy Barber, Biker AU, Defending Jacob)

The Handmaiden (Steve Rogers, Medieval AU, MCU)

Let me be your ruler (Peter Parker, Mob AU, MCU)

Painted Windows (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, MCU)

Never Too Late (Steve Rogers, MCU)

Little Bones (Thor, Biker AU, MCU)

Omerta (Bucky Barnes, Loki, some Thor, Mob AU, MCU)

Frailty, thy name is woman (Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Edwardian AU, MCU)

Breach (Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, MCU)

What’s yours is mine (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

Northern Exposure (Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, MCU)

One Shots

Baby, It’s Cold… (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

Shrike (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, MCU) sequel to No Plan

Tied with a Bow (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, MCU)

In Between the City Walls of Dying Dreams (Andy Barber, Ex-Con AU, Defending Jacob)

An Officer and a Gentleman (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

More Than Just a Game (Jake Jensen, The Losers)

Born to Run (Frank Castle, The Punisher)

[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Part 10

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Love and Hope

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Other Characters: OFCs: Jill (Y/N’s sister), Evie and Mia (Y/N’s nieces), OMC: Brian (Y/N’s brother-in-law)

Word Count: 6,385 (notes in bold, thoughts, texts, song lyrics in italics). 

Part Summary: As Christmas time approaches, Y/N and Dean are sad they can’t spend this time together as she goes home to New York for the holidays. However, their Christmas presents to each other prove that they have a future together.

Warnings: Slight angst, brief mention of reader’s exes, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head (slightly), Dean being sweet (yes, that’s a warning), Fluff (yes, it’s true, you read that correctly lol)

Music: It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas by Jason Manns (Y/N at the airport scene), Let It Snow by Bing Crosby (playing in the background of Y/N and her sister girl talk scene), Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Jensen Ackles and Jason Manns (Christmas Eve scenes)

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A/N: It’s a Christmas chapter! Yay! Great timing as it’s the first day of the holiday season! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and loving this series. I never thought it would get as much love as it has, and I’m so grateful to every single one of you! There’s only 5 parts and an epilogue left after this, I can’t believe we’re almost at the end, but there’s still quite a bit of story to tell. I’m so excited for you guys to see what happens! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Y/N smiled as she watched the kids rushing out the front doors of the school. It was officially the end of the day and the start of the holidays. She pulled her coat a little tighter around herself, as she called out to some students to be careful on the sidewalk, as it had snowed overnight. It was December 22nd, and school had let out early. In a few short hours, she was flying out to New York to spend the holidays with her family. She was nervous about the weather and was praying that her flight wouldn’t be grounded. She was also nervous to be headed home but considering Ethan had made the permanent move to L.A. she doubted he would be there.

She went back into the school and quickly packed up her things. She said goodbye to all the teachers and to Chuck and walked out with Cas and Charlie.

“Alright, here” Charlie said, as she handed her a small present in the parking lot.

“Oh Charlie, thank you” Y/N smiled, as she took it and handed one over to her as well. Y/N opened the gift, smiling as she saw the earrings she wanted during a time when she and Charlie had gone shopping, but didn’t buy.

Charlie hugged her after opening hers, a beautiful scarf that had her favorite colors.

Cas and Y/N exchanged gifts too, a new tie, white with little books on it for him because “blue may be your color, but you can branch out” and a leather-bound journal for her.

“Merry Christmas” all three of them hugged and called out to each other before they drove home.

Y/N hurried to get home as she still had a few more things to pack before she left in the evening. She had messaged Mark a few days after the incident with him, telling him that it was really over and to never call her, ever again. So far, it seemed like he had gotten the message, having not tried to contact her at all in the last few weeks. She was incredibly thankful for that. She was also thankful that in that time, she and Dean had been hanging out a lot, too. It was all very innocent and simple, just watching movies and making dinner together, or ordering take-out if they didn’t feel like cooking, after they both finished work. After that first night when they slept in her bed, they hadn’t done more than that. She was beginning to wonder when Dean would ask her out, and whether she should just ask him. Though she knew that maybe they just needed a little more time.

When she got home, she unzipped her boots and walked around in socked feet. She picked her suitcase which was half packed already and put it on the bed. She started putting some clothes and shoes and other items that she would need, including a few last-minute presents for her nieces.

Once she was finally finished packing, Y/N got changed into the clothes she’d be wearing to travel. A loose, grey, high-neck sweater and dark grey scarf, black pants and her grey coat, and white sneakers to make it easier on her feet in the airport. She had her carry-on and check-in bags ready by the door, needing both for this trip as she had to carry so many presents with her. She couldn’t wait to see her family after so many months away from them.

Dean shrugged on a thicker plaid shirt, wrapped a scarf around his neck and then his brown leather jacket. He picked up the rectangle shaped present he had wrapped horribly (he had never been good at that) and opened the front door, leaving the house and closing it.

He walked down the porch steps and across the path in his front yard, where he had cleared the snow off to the sides. He walked across the street and down the path of Y/N’s yard, which he had cleared for her, walking up her porch steps. He stood in front of the door and let out a big breath, pushing the doorbell. He had her present in his hand and he wanted to give it to her at that very moment. He had enlisted Dorothy’s help in finding it for Y/N, after an idea popped into his head and he couldn’t get rid of it. Considering Dorothy had connections, she had managed to get him a decent price on it; it was expensive but at least it didn’t cost him an absolute fortune once she haggled the price down.

The door opened, and Y/N was shocked to see Dean standing there. She stood at the threshold and admired how adorable he looked all rugged up to protect himself from the cold.

“Hi” she smiled, softly.

“Hi” he smirked, walking in when she stepped aside. “You leaving soon?”

“Yeah, my cab should be here any minute” she said, shutting the door.

Dean nodded, as he handed the present over to her. “Here.”

“Oh, Dean” she smiled at him, as she took it from him. “I was going to leave yours at your door, but-” she stopped herself as she tucked the present under her arm, gesturing for him to wait and walked into her office.

Dean watched as she came back, carrying a large, thin, rectangular shape wrapped up in silver wrapping and a giant red ribbon, tied into a bow.

“This is for you” she smiled, handing it over to him. “But you can’t open it until midnight, after Christmas Eve is over.”

“Okay. Wow. Thanks” he said, looking over it and wondering what the hell it was. “You can’t open yours till then, either.”

“New York’s an hour ahead” she laughed.

“Doesn’t matter. We both open them on our midnight. Deal?” he asked, smirking.

“Deal” she nodded, with a smile.

“So… New York. I’m glad you’ll get to see your folks for the holidays” he said, his smirk fading away knowing that she’d be so far away. He was happy for her, though. She deserved to see her family after so many months away.

“I can’t wait” she beamed. “Just to see them all, hug and cuddle my little nieces, soak up the holiday spirit.”

“That’s great.” He smirked. Seeing her love for her family made him positive that his own would love her, and she would love them.

He looked down at the present in her hand and smirked. He really hoped that it would let her know what he felt for her. Y/N looked at the present she got him and hoped that he’d like it. It was something for his new building where he was going to have the restoration garage. It would look amazing in his office, there.

A car horn honking pulled them out of their thoughts, and Y/N glanced down at her watch. She looked up at him smiling brightly.

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she said.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” he smirked.

She moved in and wrapped her arms around his neck. His automatically came around her waist, pulling her into the hug. They held each other for a moment, basking in each other’s touch, their eyes closed. They jumped apart as the car horn sounded again.

Y/N laughed as she gathered her things. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Yeah” he agreed. “Here, let me help.”

Dean placed his huge present outside on the porch as Y/N walked out and closed the door to her house, locking it securely. Dean walked down the porch steps, with her check-in suitcase, putting it in the trunk of the cab. Y/N walked down and opened the door to the backseat, as Dean took her carry-on and put that in the trunk as well.  She waited for a moment, as Dean walked over to her after closing the trunk. She really wished she could stay back and spend time with him, but she had to see her family. She was really looking forward to it, but she couldn’t help but feel sad that she wouldn’t be with Dean.

He looked down at her, looking as beautiful as the day he first saw her. He hated that he wouldn’t get to see her over Christmas and New Years’, wishing that she could stay back, and they could spend the holidays together. He wished he could see the look on her face when she opened the present from him, but he would have to settle for hearing whether she liked it or not. He was really going to miss her. Kiss her! He thought to himself as he continued to look at her. Before he could think twice, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, softly.

It didn’t take long for it to deepen, as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled into the kiss, as he pulled her closer, their lips moving against each other’s. They were finally in each other’s arms again. There was so much behind the kiss; a promise of more to come, a promise of their future together, a promise of things being better for both of them. Y/N was the one to pull away, regretfully, but she had a plane to catch. “I really have to go” she said, frowning as she looked up at him. “But um… it’s about time you did that” she said, biting her lip.

Dean groaned when he saw her do that. “Don’t, sweetheart, or I won’t let you get on that plane.”

She laughed as she stopped. “Bye.” She leaned in and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, returning her smile.

With one last glance at him, she got into the cab. Dean watched it drive away with a smile on his face. He suddenly couldn’t wait to see her again.

Y/N eyes scanned over the crowds at the airport, trying to spot her dad. She had shoved her way through baggage claim and picked up her check-in and was now trying to find her father through the throngs of people embracing each other, excited to get their holiday celebrations underway. By the time they had a quick lay-over in Atlanta and flew into New York, it was 8.30pm, which was the scheduled time, and she was incredibly thankful to whatever higher power there was that got her there. It was still a 2-hour drive to Rhinebeck, and her family would most likely be sleeping by the time she got home, but at least she’d see them properly in the morning.

As the crowd around her cleared, she spotted her father and beamed as he saw her too, waving frantically. She rushed over to him and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. She felt tears prick her eyes as she laughed, happy to finally see him again.

“Oh sweetie, let me look at you” he said, pulling away from the hug and holding her at arms’ length. “You look different.” He eyed her, his brows knitted together.

“I’m still the same me, dad” she shrugged, laughing slightly.

“It’s so good to see you” he smiled, his eyes glistening. “Come on, let’s go.”

As they walked out of the airport, a bearded man with glasses was jamming “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” on his guitar. His case was open in front of him, and Y/N quickly walked over, dropping a 20-dollar bill in.

“Thanks” he smiled. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” she called back and then hurried over to her dad, who was wheeling her bags to the parking lot. She smiled as she walked beside him; Christmas was her favorite holiday, and it was already off to a great start.

The drive back home was filled with Y/N catching up on everything she had missed. Her dad told her that her mom was going crazy with excitement of her being there soon and was making sure everything was perfect. Y/N laughed; her mom didn’t need to do anything extra to make things special considering it always would be no matter what, but she wouldn’t be her mom if she didn’t.

When they arrived home, Y/N gasped as she saw the house decorated so beautifully. The lights and decorations on the house were as stunning as always, and she was glad she got to see them again. As they went in, Y/N laughed quietly to herself as saw her mother, fast asleep on one couch, and her brother-in-law asleep on the other. Her sister and the kids were most likely asleep upstairs.

“I’ll get them up, you go upstairs” her dad whispered. “Brian can carry that up.” He gestured to her large suitcase.

“Thanks, dad” she whispered, as she quietly walked up the stairs with her carry-on.

She walked to her old bedroom and flicked on the light. She laughed slightly as she saw it still hadn’t changed at all since before she left for college. All her Backstreet Boys and NSYNC posters were still up on one wall, her Led Zeppelin ones still up on the other. She really had an eclectic taste in music. She heard a soft knock on the door and turned, seeing her brother-in-law, Brian, walk in with her suitcase. She smiled as she walked over, hugging him tightly.

“Jill’s gonna freak in the morning. I tried waking her up but Evie’s practically sleeping on top of her” Brian said, laughing slightly.

“I’ll catch them in the morning” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Brian nodded, smiling at her. “It’s good to have you home. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight” she said, watching him leave and shut the door behind him.

Y/N quickly got changed for bed and slipped under the covers. As she drifted off, she couldn’t wait to see everyone else in the morning.

It was great to be home.

“Auntie Y/N!” a little voice yelled as it barrelled through Y/N’s room and bounced up on the bed.

Y/N gasped and flinched as a little body flung itself over her. She relaxed when she realized where she was, and held her 5-year-old niece, Evie tighter.

“I’m so happy you’re here” she smiled down at Y/N.

“So am I, sweetie” Y/N smiled, rocking her side to side as she didn’t let go.

Y/N looked up at the door when she saw her sister standing against the doorframe, holding her 8-month-old niece, Mia on her hip.

“This one wants to say hi, too” Jill said, smiling.

Y/N got up from bed, Evie stuck to her leg as she walked over to her sister. She hugged her tight, feeling a few tears escape down her face.

“I missed you, so much” Y/N said, holding Jill tighter.

“I missed you too” Jill said, pulling away and smiling at her.

Y/N smiled as she saw the baby. She was so big now, having only been 4 months when she left for Lawrence. She reached for her, but little Mia scrunched her face up, squirming into her mother.

“This one needs to be fed, so you get cleaned up and come downstairs. Mom’s making breakfast” Jill said, kissing Y/N’s cheek and taking the girls out of the room.

Y/N quickly brushed her teeth and threw her robe on over her pyjamas. She raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her mom’s back as she stood at the stove.

“Mom” Y/N said, as she walked over.

Her mom turned around and nearly started crying on the spot. She rushed over and took Y/N in her arms, hugging her tight.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here” her mom said to her as she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“Me too” Y/N smiled.

“Alright, the pancakes are almost done. So, sit down and help yourself, and everyone else will down soon” her mom said, gesturing to the table that was already set.

“Can’t I help with something?” Y/N asked, frowning.

“No, you just got here, honey. Relax, we’ll put you to work tomorrow” her mom laughed, as she playfully shoved her towards the dining table.

Y/N laughed and shook her head as she walked over, licking her lips at the sight of the delicious breakfast.

After a great breakfast with her family, Y/N helped Evie decorate another gingerbread house, because the two she did with grandma yesterday weren’t enough. Jill sat with Mia on her lap, across from Y/N at the dining table, as Let It Snow played in the background through the house. Brian had gone back to their house to get some more bottles for the baby, and her parents had rushed out to deliver some homemade Christmas cake to their friends. So, Y/N was glad she and her sister were alone for a while, to have some proper girl talk.

“So…” Jill trailed off, as she distracted the baby with her toy, and tried to ice a piece of the gingerbread house with one hand. “How are things with Mark?”

Y/N smiled, sheepishly, feeling guilty she hadn’t told her sister yet. “Things are… over.”

“What?” Jill asked, wide eyes looking up at her.

Y/N shrugged, as she iced one part of the roof for the gingerbread house. “Things got a little… complicated.”

“Well, considering I only know whatever you told me up to the third date, I need the specifics” Jill said, shifting Mia when she started to fuss.

“I know, I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while” Y/N frowned, looking up at her sister.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t apologize. I mean, we’ve both been busy” Jill laughed slightly, gesturing her head between her two daughters.

Y/N looked at Evie sitting next to her and smiled, seeing her niece in full concentration as she decorated, her tongue sticking out.

“This one has to leave, though” Y/N said, looking at Evie and then Jill.

Jill nodded in understanding. “Evie, honey. Can you stop what you’re doing for a second?”

“What is it, mommy?” Evie asked, her big eyes looking at her mom.

“Can you make sure all the presents are kept neatly under the tree?” Jill asked her in return.

“Okay” she replied, simply, not understanding why she had to go but doing it anyway.

Once she was out of earshot, Jill turned to Y/N. “Okay. Spill.”

Y/N took the next few moments to tell Jill everything that had happened with Mark.

“Fuck” Jill remarked, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded.

A short pause fell between them as Jill thought about everything her sister just told her.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Jill asked, her eyes teary.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry about me” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “And don’t tell mom and dad, they’d freak out. I’ll tell them myself at a later stage.”

Jill sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you” Y/N smiled, softly. She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell her sister about Dean too. Maybe it was too soon?

Jill tapped her fingers on the table as she watched her sister, her face looking like her brain was overloaded with thoughts.

“There’s something else” Jill said, knowingly. “Isn’t there?”

Y/N looked at her sister, tentatively. She wasn’t sure if she should say it or not.

Jill cocked her head to the side, a smile gracing her face as she understood. “Who is he?”

Y/N scoffed, impressed with her sister’s intuition.

She spent another couple of minutes telling Jill everything about Dean. She felt a smile tug at her lips as she talked about him. After everything she had been through in the past, and then with Mark, she thought for minute back there she’d never be able to think of dating someone again, but things were different with Dean.

“So… when you get back, what’s going to happen?” Jill asked, curious about what she was thinking of doing.

“I… don’t know, but… I know that he’s it now” Y/N replied, her smile growing.

Jill smiled. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen you like this. Yeah sure, you’ve been with a few guys, but this is different.”

“It feels different this time” Y/N nodded. “I don’t want to get my hopes up, but… it feels like this is it. And I know he’s some years older than me, but that doesn’t matter to me.”

Truth be told, men who were slightly older than her were a turn on for her. Plus, she had only ever been with guys her own age. Maybe it was time for a change.

In that moment, Y/N’s baby niece started to fuss in Jill’s lap.

“Oh, honey. You can’t be hungry, I just fed you” Jill said, frowning as she didn’t know what was wrong.

Y/N got up and walked over to their side of the table. She slowly picked up the baby and held her close, lightly bouncing her. Little Mia smiled and Jill smiled, too.

“She just needs a little lovin’ from her aunt” Y/N smiled, kissing her niece’s chubby cheek.

Jill admired her sister with the baby. “You look good like that.”

“Stop” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t need those thoughts in her head at that moment. She had always loved children, and couldn’t wait to have her own, but she wondered if Dean was the one who she would have them with. Did he even want any?

The doorbell rang and interrupted them. Y/N gave little Mia back to Jill and walked to the front door. She screamed when she opened it and saw Katie smiling at her. The friends hugged tightly, laughing.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Katie said, swaying them side to side.

“Me too” Y/N tearfully told her, letting go of her and letting her into the house. “You just missed girl talk, though.”

“Well, catch me up. I’m all ears” Katie said, walking into the house, taking off her coat.

Y/N laughed as she followed behind her, ready to divulge everything she told Jill to her best friend as well.

The next day brought a whirlwind of familial chaos, as Y/N’s family got everything ready for Christmas Eve dinner. Christmas carols were playing in the background, as her mom worked on the ham, her dad helped with all the sides and her sister was in charge of decorating the rest of the house, the table and setting it. Brian was keeping the kids entertained and Y/N was making pudding and few other treats for dessert.

It took all day, but they finally got everything ready and in time for dinner. As everyone got dressed and ready, Y/N took some time to admire the house. The lights were dimmed, the candles were lit, and everything was bathed in a beautiful glow. The lights on the tree were shining, and the fireplace crackled, adding to the ambience of the room. She was so glad to be here with her family and to spend this time with them.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight

She quickly had a shower, and then got ready for dinner in a red, A-line dress, with sleeves that came to her mid-forearm. She pinned her Y/H/C hair into a bun, a few strands framing her face. She put on her nude heels and then went downstairs to join her family.

Dinner was absolutely divine, and her mom had outdone herself, yet again. Everything from the ham to the pudding for dessert was perfect, and everyone was absolutely stuffed by the end. They all relaxed on the couch and sang some carols, drank eggnog and enjoyed the fact that they were all together again. For the first time in a long time, Y/N had no fear about Ethan or Mark, or any of the other troubles she had had in the past. All she needed was her family and hoped that the man who she had fallen in love from the minute she saw him, would also be a permanent figure in her life.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,

From now on,

Our troubles will be miles away

It was pretty much the same vibe over at the Winchesters.

Mary had assigned jobs for everyone, stating to the boys that they weren’t getting out of it just because they didn’t live at home anymore. She made Eileen and Sam come early as well as Dean, so that they could all do their assigned jobs.

Once everything was ready before dinner, everyone put on their ugly Christmas sweaters, a Winchester tradition that was something silly but fun. Bobby, Ellen and Jo arrived, and they all greeted each other. They sat around talking and laughing as they ate, and afterwards sat around on the couches, listening to carols while drinking eggnog. No one trusted Sam with it anymore, so it was Eileen’s job to mix it since she joined their family. Dean smiled as he looked around at his family, content for the first time in years.

Here we are as in olden days,

Happy golden days of yore

Loving friends who are dear to us,

Gather near to us once more

However, Dean was the first one to notice when Eileen wasn’t drinking any. He gestured to her and then signed “are you okay?”, which was just one of the things of what little he knew, but he was trying to get better at it. She nodded and then smiled at Sam. They had a small conversation between themselves, before Sam turned to everyone with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, now’s as good a time as any to tell you… we’re having a baby” he said, beaming. “Eileen’s 16 weeks in.”

Dean’s eyes widened but his smile grew as he got up, and hugged his brother first, Mary and Eileen hugging as Mary cried. Everyone hugged the expecting parents, before they all sat back down.

“Congratulations, guys” Dean said, as he returned to one side of the couch. “That’s awesome, seriously.”

Sam smiled as he kissed Eileen’s cheek. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Oh, I can’t wait for my first grandchild!” Mary exclaimed, as John kissed her head.

Dean’s mind wandered off as Eileen and Sam were talking about moving into a bigger place. Mary was listening intently, but Dean couldn’t focus on the conversation. He couldn’t have been happier for his little brother and sister-in-law. They were going to make great parents; he knew that to be the absolute truth. However, he couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sadness wash over him. He never thought of himself as the “having kids” type of guy, hell, he never pictured himself in a serious relationship. That was when he was younger though. As he got older, he realized he wanted those things, and even though he was happy for Sam, he felt a little jealous sometimes that his little brother would have all of that before he did.

The last year of his life had been a waste, as he tried to salvage a relationship with Lisa. He couldn’t help but think where he would be if he had broken up with her a year ago. Mostly likely with Y/N as soon as she got to Lawrence he thought as he tried to concentrate on the conversation his family was having. It was no use though, as his mind continued torment him with the possibilities that could’ve been, if he had just claimed his freedom sooner.

Dean silently excused himself and walked out to the back porch of his childhood home. He let out a long breath, seeing it cloud up in the cold. He sipped the eggnog, feeling the kick of the alcohol warm him up. He smiled sadly as he thought about Y/N, so far away from him, in New York with her own family. He wondered what she wanted from life and whether their wants would align, whether having a family was something she wanted or not. He really hoped so.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas” he mumbled to himself. He never had a problem with being alone, but as he got older it had started to become a fear for him. Maybe that was why it took so long to see the whole truth with Lisa.

“Sure is” he heard someone say behind him. He turned and saw his mom standing behind him.

“I’ll be back in soon, mom” he said, turning away from her.

“Actually” she started as she stood next to him and faced him. “I was thinking we could talk.”

“About?” he asked, staring down at his eggnog.

Mary was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Who is she?”

Dean scoffed as he closed his eyes. Of course his mom had figured it out.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his jaw clenched. “She’s… she’s the best person I’ve ever known and… I have no idea if I should do anything about this because honestly, she deserves more than me.”

“Isn’t that up to her?” Mary asked, knowingly. “If you’re spending so much time with her, and I know you have because I’ve hardly seen you over the last few weeks, then doesn’t that mean that she wants to give you a chance?”

Dean blinked a few times as he took in what Mary just said. “I guess.”

“Then all you have to is take the leap” Mary smiled.

Dean nodded slowly, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah.”

Mary nodded. “Just know, you have to bring her here because we need to meet her.”

Dean groaned and laughed, shaking his head. “Great.”

Mary smiled, leaning over to kiss his cold cheek. “Come inside soon, it’s way too cold.”

“I will” he promised as he watched her go back in.

Dean smirked as he thought about how Y/N would actually fit in with his family. He knew he needed to muster up the courage and just ask her out. Let go of the fear that had developed because of everything that had happened with Lisa. Maybe it was too soon after, but the truth was, he didn’t want more time. He was ready to be happy.

Through the years

We all be together,

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

At midnight, Y/N and her family all wished each other a Merry Christmas, before they cleared everything up and each of them headed to bed. They would be up in several hours again, to open the presents anyway. As she went upstairs, there was one thing she needed to do before she headed to bed. Walking into her room, she shut the door and walked over to her carry-on bag. She opened it and found the present from Dean. She moved the bag back to the floor and then sat down on her bed, the present in her hand.

She laughed a little as she saw the envelope on it had her name but also “READ AFTER OPENING” in Dean’s all caps writing. She opened the wrapping, frowning when the thing was wrapped in brown paper as well. She unwrapped the brown paper, noticing that it was a very old but beautiful, hardcover book. She frowned again, but as she turned the book around and saw the spine, she gasped loudly.

In her hand, was an early edition of her favorite novel of all time, Jane Eyre. Y/N’s eyes widened as they started to well up with tears. She remembered telling him it was her favorite at dinner with him. It was yet another thing he remembered about her, the Led Zeppelin album being the first. She felt the tears rolling down her face as she opened the book, slowly flicking through it. She closed it and hugged it to her chest. She couldn’t believe he had done this for her.

She put the book in her lap and picked up the envelope, opening it and sliding the card out. Opening the card, she smiled through tears as she read his words.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

I hate that you’re not here with me, but I can’t wait until you’re back. There’s a lot that I wanna say, but I’ve never been good with words. So, I’m just gonna do my best.

I’ve never been surer of anything, than I am that you’re the greatest person that I’ll ever know. You’re beautiful, smart, strong as all hell, and have the kindest heart of anyone I know. I know how freaking lucky I am that you’re in my life.

I hope this present lets you know how much you mean to me. How much you’ll always mean to me.

Y/N, this is it for me. You’re it for me. I need you to know that.

Have an amazing time with your family and I’ll see you as soon as you get back.

Dean

She laughed through her tears, shaking her head. She had never been surer of anything either; that he was the greatest man she had ever known. That she was so madly in love with him, and she couldn’t wait to tell him that someday.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

When it reached midnight in Kansas, Dean said a quick ���Merry Christmas” to everyone, but everyone kept wondering why he was heading off so quickly.

“You know, you can just stay the night to open presents in the morning” Mary told him as she handed out warm cider to everybody.

“No, there’s uh… something I gotta do” Dean said, putting his jacket on.

“Something or… someone?” Jo asked, smiling suspiciously.

“Shut up, Jo” he groaned, glaring at her.

Jo laughed as she and Sam looked at each other.

“Seriously, what’s the rush, kid?” Bobby asked, curiously.

“Can a man not have a little time to himself anymore? Jeez” Dean grumbled, shaking his head.

“Alright, everyone leave him alone” Mary said, calming everyone down. “He’ll be back soon anyway.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder.

He would be back in several hours anyway to open presents with everyone, but at that moment he had to see what was awaiting him.

When he got home, he walked over to the big present from Y/N, resting against a wall in his living room. He chuckled as he looked over the size of it, wondering what the hell she had gotten him. He opened the large bow, letting it fall away. He dug his finger into the edge of the wrapping and ripped it open, at every side to see the present more clearly.

“Holy shit” he gasped as his mouth open in awe.

The present was a large black frame, with a black and white photo of his beloved Baby, shining away in the sun. It looked like his backyard in the background of it, and he had to wonder how she took this photo. On the corner of the frame was an envelope with his name written on it. He took it and opened it, smirking as he saw her handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Dean!

I took this photo for you to hang in your new office at the restoration site. There’s nothing better to convince the customers to bring their cars to you than a picture of Baby.

I’m so proud of you for everything you’re working towards. It’s going to bring so many amazing things your way; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I hope that the new year brings you everything you wish for, because if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s you. You’ve been an amazing support to me, and I’ll never forget everything you’ve done for me. Ever.

I can’t wait to see you when I get back and just be near you again.

Y/N xx

He smirked as he read over the note a few times. She really was something else. He couldn’t believe that someone like her would want someone like him, but he knew how lucky he was that she was in his life.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten past midnight, which meant it was ten past 1am in New York. Y/N was probably asleep, but he really wanted to speak to her. He sent her a quick text, asking if she was awake. When he got a reply instantly that she was, he dialled her number. In New York, Y/N sat up instantly when her phone rang and picked it up.

“Hi” she said, smiling. “Dean, I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Did I make the English teacher speechless?” he teased with a smirk on his face.

“Yes” she admitted. “Dean, it’s… thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Dean smiled. “Well, it’s like I’ve said before, sweetheart. You don’t ever have to thank me.”

“Did you… did you mean it? What you said?” she asked. She already knew it was the truth, but she just needed to hear it. She just needed to know for certain.

“Yes” he replied. There was no pause. No hesitation.

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes all over again. “You’re… you’re it for me, too.”

Dean smiled, feeling like his heart would burst from her confession that she felt the same.

“Thanks for the photo. It’s so freaking awesome, Y/N” he smirked as he looked over at it.

“You’re welcome” she said, smiling. “But Dean, now our presents are totally uneven. This would’ve been so expensive-” she said as she picked the book, but Dean cut her off.

“Hey, no. It’s not about that, okay? I knew… I knew that I wanted you to have it. Plus, with Dorothy’s help it wasn’t too expensive, so we’re good” he reassured her.

“Okay” she said, nodding.

Dean looked up at the time and knew he should end the call. “I should let you go. Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she smiled as they both hung up the phone.

That morning, as they fell asleep for a few more hours before they had to wake up again, even with miles and miles between them, they fell asleep with dreams of each other. They fell into a peaceful slumber, knowing this was the start of something magical for both of them.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

-x-

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Here's the HAPPY HOLIDAYS Edition of my Fantasy "Sexy Costume Contest" with the guys! (Rules: Nudity is permitted, but frontal nudity is restricted due to TV regulations.) Here are the contestants! You have to pick 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners.... Everyone PLAY ALONG!

SETH ROLLINS kicks things off coming to the ring in a red fur Santa coat, Santa hat, and wearing shiny silver booty shorts, dancing and shaking his ass down to the ring.

AUSTIN THEORY is holding the Golden Egg and wearing nothing but matching gold tinsel/garland wrapped around his waist, covering his ass and dick.

ROMAN REIGNS is wearing a necklace made out of red poinsettias around his neck instead of his tribal lay. He has giant poinsettias glued around his waste, the leaves of which are covering his ass and dick.

ADAM COLE comes down to the ring wearing nothing but several wires of Christmas tree lights wrapped around his ass and dick. When he gets to the ring apron, he hits his signature "BOOM!" pose, and as soon as that happens, the lights turn on, and his midsection is illuminated.

FINN BALOR has a wreath with holly berries hanging around his neck. He has patches of mistletoe leaves covering his ass and dick, and as he makes his entrance into the ring, he slumps against the ropes and slowly thrusts his pelvis towards the camera, pointing his crotch to the lens.

TONY NESE comes to the ring covered in red gift-wrapping paper. Standing on the ring apron, he rips some off his arms to flex his biceps, then tears away some around his waist to reveal his 8-pack. As he bends over to enter the ropes, his huge muscle ass rips through the paper and his ass becomes exposed.

MADCAP MOSS is dressed as Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, wearing antler ears, a red nose, and a brown leather harness wrapped around his chest. He's wearing a matching brown leather jockstrap below, with buckles.

BROOKS JENSEN is wearing a tight, full-body pajama onesie in a red plaid pattern. There is a flap on the back side, which he has unbuttoned, leaving his huge ass spilling out of it.

LA KNIGHT is next, and instead of wearing a jockstrap, he has red ribbons tied under his fat ass checks, which wrap around upwards around his waist. There is a giant red bow covering his dick.

RICOCHET is a Gingerbread Man, standing there completely nude except for "gumdrop buttons" going down his chest, and a big pile of white foam covering his crotch area meant to look like frosting. (Think Chris Evans' nude scene in "Not Another Teen Movie.") He's holding a container of Cool Whip, and he quickly spreads some whipped topping on his fat ass cheeks. He gives his right cheek a hard smack, and leaves a handprint in the whipped topping.

RICKY STARKS is doing a tribute to the "Dick in a Box" skit from SNL, completely nude except for a white gift box covering his dick.

HANGMAN PAGE is wearing green chaps with nothing on underneath, except for a big red stocking covering his dick. Instead of his usual cowboy boots, he's wearing elf shoes.

MJF is wearing a robe in his Hanukkah pattern, similar to the suit he wore recently on TV. He takes it off to reveal he's wearing underwear briefs in the same plaid pattern as his Burberry scarf, except the beige color is actually see-through, so he's only wearing stripes.

BRON BREAKKER is dressed as the Abominable Snowman, with his face painted blue and his body painted all white. He's wearing small white briefs below made of fake white fur.

ZACK GIBSON is dressed as the Grinch, with his face painted green and wearing yellow contact lenses. His body is painted in the Grinch's "green and furry" effect, and he's completely nude except for some patches of green fur covering his dick. He's grumpy, grouchy, and making grimaces, but he's letting a few smiles slip out because he knows how huge and perky his naked ass looks.

Pick your winners and play along!

whew… you absolutely snapped AGAIN 😮‍💨

my winners are

tony

ricochet

zack

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Deuxième Omega: Part II

Summary: Jensen is not dealing well with his unexpected divorce and before the ink is even dry, he is pushed into another union with a complete stranger.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2859

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, angry Jensen, cursing, illness, arranged marriage, divorces, talk of Alpha dominance over Omega, suspected eating disorder, past abuses, vehicle drama

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get this part out, my antique laptop decided to eat over 2,000 words and have had to piece back together from memory so hopefully it makes sense.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles family. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. 

Part I

*Supernatural doesn’t end in season 15 and some dates/events have been altered to fit the story.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine

The Next Day

Jensen waves his hand around again at that buzzing insect driving him crazy. He’s finally conscious enough to recognize the sound, it wasn’t a bug but his phone vibrating incessantly. Picking his head up and instantly regretting it starts patting around the bed for his phone.

“lo...”

“Are you still drunk?” A deep, honey-whiskey and way too damn loud for the morning voice barked at him.

“Jared?”

“No, fucking Misha.”

“Too early for your shit Jay...”

“Dude, it’s three-thirty in the afternoon.”

“WHAT!” Jensen yells sitting up too fast, the pain ricocheting throughout his head sends him flying off the bed, barely making it to the toilet before regurgitating everything he ingested last night. The toilet automatically flushes as he sits back against the bathtub groaning like a dying water buffalo.

“Really wish you'd hung up before sharing that,” Jared quips in a queasy voice, “I’m gonna regret this but Face Time me.”

Jensen cracked his eyes open enough to locate the button and tapping it Jared appears dressed in his running gear with a bandana holding his hair back. “No offense but you look like hammered shit. I was gonna call earlier but Gen threatened to have my left nut if I did.”

Jensen grunts and closes his eyes against the bright outdoor light emanating from the phone.

“Are you…” Jensen tunes him out for a minute then,“ ‘cause there’s something you need to know about, it’s really bad.”

He opens his eyes and it’s worse than he could have imagined going by the expression on Jared’s face.

“One of your clan sold you out, got it all on cellphone video, social media’s blowing up. Hell, even Fox News Channel picked it up.”

Jensen listens to the description of his expressions at the surprise traditional ceremony, his drunken stumbling around the reception with his new wife submissively following, his scoffing at the speeches during the reception and ignoring his silent, veil wife sitting next to him.

“My favorite bit was Alan and Josh carrying you out of the can.”

Jared's expression turned serious, “People are talking, we can't cover for you anymore. I got a text from higher ups cause no one could get hold of you for obvious reasons. PR’s gotta get ahead of this.”

“I’m a fuckup.”

“Yeah but we still love you. So, what's her name?”

Jensen licked his lips, biting the bottom one.

“Please tell me you know her name.”

“I..I don't even know what she looks like Jay.”

Jared ran his hand over his mouth, “The first thing you do is get up, take a shower and brush your goddamn teeth. Then you apologize, fucking supplicate yourself, to your new wife..unless you’ve already decided to put her aside.”

Jensen's head snapped up unbelieving that his friend, the man who was his brother in every way except blood, could think that of him.

“You really believe I could do that?”

Jared smiled, “No, you're too good of a man, an Alpha, to do that. I want you to remember one thing, in all this, she’s not the one who screwed you over.”

***

Jensen stepped out the shower forgoing shaving since the show was on a short break. He wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at this haggard expression and developing beer gut. I’ve got to get back on my exercise routine. Makeup and wardrobe could only mask so much.

Reaching for his bath kit he knocked a hand towel off the counter. Bending over to retrieve it he noticed a shoe with netting in the wastebasket. Pulling it out he saw a brown smear inside one of the heels, remembering how much trouble she had with them last night and made a mental note to inquire about her feet.

Washing his hands and searching through his kit realizing he’d forgotten his toothbrush. Opening on the cabinets he located the complementary ones. As he’s brushing Jensen sees another brush sitting in a glass by the other sink with a neatly folded hand towel and hanging washcloth.

Huh, she must have forgotten hers too.

Tossing his kit bag in the suitcase he dressed in a pair of well worn jeans and a T-shirt. Quietly entering the common area the curtains set open just enough for him to see her curled up on the couch, still in her wedding dress, asleep. He walked over to check on her when a knock at the door made her bolt upright.

“It's room service, I asked them to text so not to wake you.” He answered the door and had a brief word with the waiter who apologized, the ticket didn’t say not to knock. They deposited a coffee decanter, several covered dishes, bottles of water and left taking the cart with them.

Jensen sat down and before he could ask how she took her coffee, his wife scrambled off the couch and was kneeling at his feet, head bowed and hands folded in her lap.

“What are you doing?” He asked incredulously, having never seen anyone do this before.

“Awaiting you instructions Alpha.”

“Instruc...get up!” He gripped her upper arm, shocked at how far his fingers wrapped around it and helped her to the other chair. Sitting back down Jensen got his first look at his new wife.

Sleep tousled, dark blonde hair frame cheekbones overly prominent for the shape of her face, wide set eyes a blue-grey color with amber rings around the pupils. Her lips were full, the bottom lip slightly off center. She was not the Hollywood standard of beauty he was used to, and if compared to them, she’d only be considered moderately pretty.

“I was only doing what is expected…”

“Kneeling at my feet like an obedient dog!” He barked as she said, “..of the Omega.”

“What’s expected?”

“In the book..”

“Please look at me when speaking.” She raises her eyes but doesn’t meet his, “..it states that the Omega is subservient and the act of humbling ourselves shows respect for the Alpha, as is their due.’

Jensen sat back shocked, running both of his hands through his still damp hair, making it stand up to resemble a hedgehog. He was in over his head and, for one of the few times in his life, didn’t know what to do and the first person he would have turned to for advice had banned all communication.

He took a deep breath to refocus and leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs to look her in the eye, “I need you to forget what I said last night. I..I’m angry, feels like I..we..were ambushed by this situation. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, I’m sincerely sorry.”

“I don’t understand, are you apologizing to me?”

“It’s what people do when they’ve done something wrong and what I did was unforgivable. I want to make it up to you if you’ll let me and hopefully we can make a go of this.”

She looked at him dubiously but nodded once.

***

Jensen finished the last dregs of his coffee while packing, having decided to head back to Austin tonight. Clif had texted him he was ready whenever they were.

Sitting down on the bed he listened to the running shower and reaching his phone picked it up to start recording a video message.

He apologized for his atrocious behavior the last two years, asking the fans not to take it out on the show, this was all on him. To his coworkers for having to cover for him, they should have never been put in that position and if he had better character they wouldn’t have had too.

He next apologized to his family for his inexcusable behavior last night, which should have stayed private within their clan, and fully accepted his banishment by the clan leader, his father, for however long he deemed fit.

He lastly apologized to his new wife, they were irrecoverably tied together and he’d do whatever she demanded from him to make up for the horrendous treatment he’d shown her and hoped she’d give him a chance to make a go of their marriage.

He uploaded the video to his few online accounts and turned the phone off, wearily running a hand over his face. Getting up to take one last look he found his jacket from the wedding hanging in the closet.

Folding it he hears a crinkling noise and reaches into the inner pocket finding the marriage certificate. Tossing the jacket on the bed he unrolls the certificate reading his wife’s name Iseult.

“It’s pronounced Ee-sult Alpha.”

Jensen's head jerked up in surprise, “Hey, um, we're heading out as soon as you're ready.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll need you to button my dress Alpha.” She said repacking his bath kit she'd borrowed.

Jensen furrowed his brow, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in something else, I mean, I’m telling you what to wear but it’s a three hour drive to my..our home.”

Iseult looked down playing with one of the pearlescent buttons, “When I married my hus..ex husband, our prenup stated that I only got what I had in my possession at the time. Apparently, he disposed of my things at some point,” she fanned out the shirt, “this dress, shoes and veil, your mother purchased them otherwise the media would have had a lot more to exploit at my..our expense Alpha.”

“Let me give you something of mine.”

“Anything of yours will swallow me, you're much more solid. There is a Walmart on..” she abruptly stopped at Jensen's raised eyebrow, “I’m sorry Alpha, I overstepped my place.” She bowed her head and hunched her shoulders, exuding the scent of fear as if she is expecting punishment from him.

What had happened to this woman to make her believe she should cower and gravel? Jensen manages to keep his anger in check, not wanting her to be more scared of him than she was, thinking who the hell is her ex-husband and what had he done to make her like this?

Jensen slowly walked behind her and gripping the fabric was once again dismayed at how prominent her shoulder blades were, his gut telling him her slenderness wasn't something natural.

As he fastened the buttons he spoke in the gentle voice he used when Jared's daughter Odette was upset, “If you can survive till tomorrow I’ll take you to get whatever you need.” She nodded once.

“Can I make one request Alpha?”

“You don’t have to request anything, just ask.”

“I have a prescription I need refilled, there’s a pharmacy on Wilmont, it’s on the way.”

He plucked the jacket off the bed and held it open, “Please, it's getting chilly.” She slid her arms into the sleeves and Jensen saw she was right about being swallowed. He put on his ball cap and headed out.

When they got off the elevators Jensen went deeper into the hotel. He stopped at an employees only entrance off the kitchen and knocked twice. A double knock answered and he pushed it open to reveal a waiting SUV. He introduced Clif and handed him the bag, taking it to the vehicle's rear and loaded it before getting back in.

The wind had started picking up ahead of the late autumn thunderstorm. Iseult grabbed her whipping hair in one hand and her skirt in the other as Jensen opened the back door.

“Iseult?”

“I was waiting for you Alpha, its proper etiquette.”

“I was raised it’s proper for a lady to enter first, please,” he held his hand out to her.

Iseult released her hair and hesitantly took his hand. Jensen felt a skittering sensation go up his spin as Iseult quivered, staring into his eyes as a whirling wind intermingled their scents, enthralling them.

Clif politely coughed, “We need to go before the bottom falls out.”

A tremendous thunderclap sent them scrambling into the car as the heavens let loose.

***

The trip to Austin was darker than usual, the weather slowing the drive back and with the incident at the pharmacy, Jensen still couldn’t believe it, refusing the prescription now that she was married to an Alpha, needing his verbal consent.

Clif interceded before he went off about the subjugation of Omegas in modern society, reminding him they were in predominantly conservative Texas, where this thinking was considered normal, not California.

Jensen glanced over to see Iseult staring out the window when his phone vibrated. Picking it up from the cup holder he saw a text from Josh.

>Jenny, know I’m not supposed to be in touch but call me!!! Need to know the shit going down here.<

Josh picked up on the first ring, “Man, all hell breaking loose. Your wife's ex didn't notify his clan that he was divorcing or remarrying her and they’ve filed an appeal with the Pack council to get her back.”

“We were married in the Traditional...”

“The fuck Jenny, did living in La La land make you forget everything? Your the second son of a clan leader, you know Pack law supersedes all federal, state and religious laws. They’ve dug up some obscure sub-clause that states a clan has first right to remarry an Omega within the clan and if they don’t whoever takes them must pay settlements.”

“What are settlements?”

“Has your brain fallen out of your ass? The bride price.”

“Josh, that's insane, it's 2020....”

“No shit Sherlock, but this is Texas. Fuck, dads back already. I’m gonna leave my phone on, keep your goddamn mouth shut or it's gonna be my ass too!”

Jensen can’t make out anything then his mother clearly says, “..they are asking what for her?”

“Ten million.”

“Your shitting me!”

“Joshua, language young man.”

“Five of it’s compensation for damages done to the Omega.”

“What damages? Jenny’s got a temper, what Alpha doesn’t, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he was forced to.”

Alan cleared his throat in the manner Jensen had come to know that something’s making him uncomfortable. “It seems the Omega was..unsullied when she married her ex-husband.”

“Holy shit! You mean she’s never been with an Alpha before Jensen?”

“Joshua, I will not tolerate that language and we will absolutely not discuss your brothers new wife’s...virtue.”

Jensen hears the tinkling of glass, “Donna, did you know about any of this?”

“Well..no, of course not.” Her answer wasn’t very convincing.

“Donna, what are you not saying?” Alan’s Alpha voice resonated, he only used it when his mate was being evasive about something she’d done.

“When Danneel wasn’t willing to reproduce for Jensen I put out some feelers about finding him an Omega…”

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Even if it is acceptable for Jensen to have a second wife with Danneel being a Beta, he would never agree to it.”

“I’m not telling you again about your language. I might have, at one of my appointments, casually indicated to Brent that I wanted an Omega like his.”

Who the hell is this Brent?

“Wait, Brent Worthington?!”

Jensen dropped his phone. It smacked against his other hand turning on the speaker allowing everyone in the car to hear.

“Donna, have you any idea what you’ve done?”

“I never thought he'd actually offer her, they always seemed so happy together.”

“He took your casual indication as an actual offer for his wife. You do understand that while we have to deal with each other they are still our rivals.”

The Ackles and Worthingtons were two of the original founding clans of the Dallas Pack, and rivals for centuries. Iseult had been married to the only Beta son of Abraham, the Clans Alpha, like Alan.

Josh’s voice shook as he spoke, “Mom, if the council decides to return her do you have any idea what they’ll do if Jensen’s already mated and claimed her?”

There’s a ringing phone and Alan answered, his voice loud then faint, apparently pacing around the room.

In the SUV dim interior Jensen could see Iseult shaking, awaiting the decision.

“The council sided with the Worthington's stating the law…”

Jensen’s inner Alpha raged, loosening a wrawl causing Clif to jerk the wheel, swerving across the wet lanes, throwing Jensen against the seat in front of him, landing on the floorboard before the vehicle was under control and stopped on the shoulder. Twisting around he sees Clif opening the back door checking on Iseult while Alan’s voice filled the otherwise silent SUV.

“...but taking into consideration today’s social climate they came back with the final decision since she remarried another clan leader's son her status is unchanged, so if we send her back there’s no penalty for damages. If we choose to keep her, it’s five million due to the Omegas age.”

“What did you tell them dad?”

“I told them we were keeping her, I won’t be the cause of anymore upheaval in my son's life. However,” Alan’s voice turned hard, “the council has ordered additional financial penalties set against both clan leaders for the transgressions committed by their families.”

“How much?”

“I paid twenty-five million for a Deuxième Omega.”

tbc

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I binge-watched the spn anime because of the brain rot

It’s bad except for the parts that are good, and it’s pretty to look at. Here’s a comprehensive list of pros and cons. Spoilers ahead!

Pros:

- more psychic kid backstories: Max (Nightmare), Lily (Darkness Calling), Jake (Loser)

- more psychic Sam

- more Azazel

- basically if you want more about the psychic/demon kids, watch the anime

- more young Winchesters

- the monsters, the superhuman abilities, the fight scenes, it all looks really cool animated. (But PSA it’s violent. It doesn’t shy away from blood and gore.)

- Sam and Jessica backstory

- more of the brothers being cute and funny together

- Missouri isn’t forgotten

- includes some Japanese legends/mythology

- the impala looks great in every scene. They did Baby good

- the “Supernatural” intro title

- the outro sketches of the boys hanging out with Baby

- Episodes adapted from the original show are different, but I like some of the changes? It’d be boring if it was an exact retelling and the visual medium wasn’t utilized. (I know I said spoilers before, but this is when they get detailed. If you wanna skip over, I’ll tell you where they STOP.)

Nightmare goes more into the abuse Max has suffered. Instead of locking Sam in a closet, Max sends Sam through the floor and covers the hole by breaking his bed in half, and it’s extremely sexy how Sam shoves the 2 halves apart with his mind. Later on Dean puts bandaids on Sam and they talk about demons loudly in front of a fast food intercom.

In My Time of Dying highlights the guilt Sam feels over Dean. In both the og and the anime John verbally blames Sam for not shooting Azazel, but where in the og Sam goes right on arguing, in the anime he reels back for a moment like he was slapped. Dean’s spirit touches Sam’s shoulder, and Sam knows immediately that it’s Dean. He doesn’t even question it. Instead of “Are you here?” it’s “I know you’re with me. I can feel it.” And I love that. Dean figures out right away he’s dealing with a reaper, and the reaper takes on the appearance of Mary to convince Dean to move on to the afterlife. Instead of a Ouija board, Sam uses a laptop to talk to Dean, and the first word Dean types is “Sammy!” Dean is so fond of his little brother and Sam is so baby.

Rising Son is an anime only episode, but it draws inspiration from John’s journal. Dean has a proper breakdown over his dad’s death and the possibility of having to kill Sam. Ms. Lyle, Sam’s favorite teacher who turns out to be possessed, is explored. John takes Dean hunting, and in the journal Dean hesitates to shoot a buck, and little Sam shoots it thinking it was endangering Dean. In the anime, Dean��s cornered by a moose and Sam makes it explode with his mind and it’s so !!! How little Sam’s first words are, “I’m glad you’re okay. It didn’t hurt you?” The boys are covered in blood and guts and Dean’s like 👁👄👁 “Why are you here? Did you do this?” And then Sam starts freaking out a little, the shock sets in. “I don’t know. I don’t know, honest.” And he’s staring at his hands, and I am a big fan of Sam showing superhuman signs as a kid. Like in the journal, Ms. Lyle tries to take Sam. She gives Sam the illusion of a choice to come with her or stay with Dean, and Sam chooses Dean. This ep is pretty much when John figures out Sam has demon blood. He kills another hunter that wants to kill Sam.

Crossroad is based on Crossroad Blues, and I love how the crossroads demon shows up. It’s hard to describe, but it’s so neat, like she’s walking underneath Dean in this mirror world, and then the mirror world takes over the regular world, so you really get this sense of otherworldly seclusion, existing outside of time.

What Is and Should Never Be shows Dean is a firefighter in his ‘Mary never died’ world, and Sam got to play soccer growing up like he wanted. The brothers hold each other after Dean is saved from the Djinn.

AHBL part 1. When Azazel shows Sam that he fed Sam his blood, Sam gags and slaps a hand over his mouth, and I like that reaction more than the live action. The psychic kids get to go more anime with their powers, and that’s a lot of fun. They don’t need weapons. Ava slams Sam into the brick side of a building and cuts him without touching him. Jake snaps Ava’s neck with one hand and then catches Sam in his arms. When Jake attacks Sam, there’s no gun or knife. He’s relying on his super strength, his fists. Sam throws his arms up to protect himself, and (accidentally?) pushes Jake back with his mind, and the collision creates a crater in the ground. Jake puts his fist through Sam’s chest to kill him. It’s brutal and it’s rad as fuck. These kids are terrifyingly powerful.

The Sam and Dean reunion before Sam is killed is not as emotional as the live action imo, but what the anime does intrigues me. Hurts in a different way. Because Sam is stunned after he uses telekinesis again, on Jake, and when he hears Dean behind him Sam freezes. He doesn’t look relieved to see Dean, but wary and weary. It’s Dean taking steps towards him, not the other way around, and it has to be because Sam doesn’t know if Dean saw him push Jake back. Sam doesn’t know how Dean’s going to respond to all this, to him, having powers that come from a demon, the demon, Azazel. Sam hasn’t had a chance to process anything. He’s scared. He’s tired. And the way the anime focuses on Sam’s eyes here. Gah. “Dean. Dean, I’m...” I’m sorry. I’m all right. I’m glad you’re okay. I’m a monster. There’s also this one shot between Sam and Azazel that sends me because of how anime it is.

AHBL part 2. I love how Sam brought back to life is animated, with all the color returning to his face and a light wind rustling his hair and his lips parting to indicate his soul returning to his body. Jake attacks Dean, and, a lot like how Sam activates telekinesis to save Dean from Max in Nightmare, Sam gets a burst of superhuman strength. He rips Jake’s arm off and tackles him to the ground and beats him to death, punches holes into his body, and it’s so savage and bloody and scary, and I love it. The Devil’s Gate opening looks so cool animated. Same goes for Dean shooting Azazel with the Colt.

Not to turn this into a meta post, but I also noticed how the last couple times Sam uses his powers they’re colored green-yellow, the same colors as Mary’s ghost when she reveals herself in the anime’s Home, and I don’t know if that’s intentional, but it’s neat how it draws a connection to Sam’s biological family instead of Azazel’s blood.

The Spirit of Vegas is like Bad Day at Black Rock, but Dean has all the bad luck instead, and it shows off the silly cartoony physics that make animation fun. The boys sleep outside and split a chunk of bread for dinner. Also this lil bit of Dean’s hair tied in a bow.

- (STOP) the brothers are pretty. I am not immune to animated Sam and Dean Winchester.

Cons:

- Jensen doesn’t voice Dean until the last 2 episodes

- The English dialogue is really bad sometimes. I wish I could’ve watched the sub, but I couldn’t figure out how to change the language

- Some character designs are really different from the live action, and maybe that’s petty, but if you’re gonna change the characters diversify them? Don’t just make them unrecognizable white people

- Missouri’s design as a stereotypical witch doctor is racist

- Gordon is replaced by some British guy named Jason?? Why

- There’s an LGBT character who is not accepted by her family and, while that bigotry is always shown to be negative and she dies the hero of the episode, she still dies ://

- In the English dub Lily’s gf is made into her roommate instead. Idk about the sub

- Bobby’s pretty much a totally different character

- Sam and Dean are OOC sometimes

- Dean’s hair usually looks darker than Sam’s and it drives me crazy

- The storytelling is, overall, not nearly as good as the live action

- The non-Japanese lore in some episodes makes no sense. Sometimes it’s just plain ridiculous?? Like there’s a giant robot made of cars and scrap metal controlled by a demon? ? I wish I was making this up

- Meg’s role is severely reduced

- No Harvelles or Roadhouse

- Shadows are overused, but maybe that’s because the og show is so dark?

- I don’t mind the art style. I like the aesthetic, but I wish it was a little more expressive. It doesn’t do Sam’s puppy eyes justice.

- AZAZEL’S SHADOW?? PROPORTIONS?? PEA SIZED HEAD

- Idk why they mashed season 1 and 2 together? The story feels rushed

- there’s not as much chemistry between Sam and Dean, but that’s a given without J2 on screen

- Nobody tells you!! That there’s scenes after the credits!! And some of them are important! Why are important scenes after the credits??

The anime would not be good on its own, without the heart and depth the live action brings, but it works as supplementary material you can cherry pick from. I would watch more if there were more episodes.

It hasn’t turned me off from wanting an spn anime. I’d like to see it continued or redone, with updated animation and better scripts. There’s a lot of potential in exploring more about the psychic kids and Sam’s powers, storylines that were cut short in the og show. Animation is a great medium for showing off the supernatural, getting creative and creepier with the designs, dramatic with the fight scenes, without having to worry about bad CGI. I don’t want a live action reboot, but I think a redone animated series could be a lot of fun! (As long as it’s not an excuse to make any romantic ships take over. SPN is a platonic love story, and I like it that way.)

If you made it to the end here and are interested in watching the spn anime, you can watch it for free on the CW Seed app! You can probably stream it elsewhere, but idk where!