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footballffbarbiex · 2 years ago

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years ago

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Finally Found You

Characters: Musician!Alex Calvert x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: none

Summary: you must leave one hell of an impression to have a famous celebrity follow you cross country.

Squared Filled: Tattoo Artist AU // Musician!Alex

Author’s Note: I know some of you have requested fics, and I promise I will get to them. I just need to finish these bingos before the deadline in June/July of this year. I am also trying to post daily again so bear with me. This is for @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spnaubingo and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“Okay, come back tomorrow and I’ll remove the second skin and replace it with a new one. Then, a week later, I’ll take it off and your tattoo will be good to go,” you grinned as you took off your black gloves.

“Thank you so much! It’s so beautiful!” the eighteen-year-old woman said with a squeal.

“You mind if I take a picture of it? It’s for my portfolio.”

“Yeah, go right ahead,” she nodded. Taking out your phone, you snapped a few pictures of the big dream catcher going down he thigh. It was a long process, almost 9 hours, but you were glad when it was done. This was one of your best works, and you couldn’t wait to show it off.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you finished up, walking her to the door.

“Seriously, you did such an amazing job!”

“Thank you,” you blushed, closing the door after she left. Being a tattoo artist meant everything to you. Growing up, you would draw on any surface available whether that was paper or the walls. If you had a crayon, marker, pencil, or sharpie, you would be drawing. Your parents thought you just loved to scribble, but as you got older, those scribbles turned into pictures that had depth and meaning. Before they knew it, you were drawing their portraits.

Your artistic skill wouldn’t go unnoticed, so they had you go for college on an art scholarship. All throughout college, you would be drawing in any form that was presentable to you. The school offered you money to paint the mural that currently resides on one of the buildings, you would offer to draw for pep rallies, home and away games, always ask for extra credit projects in your arts classes, anything that would get you to draw.

People started recognizing your art, and more than most asked if they could use these designs to have on their bodies. At first, you were bashful in letting people use your designs on their body. Tattoos were permanent, and if they hated it down the line then you would be responsible for coming up with the idea in the first place.

However, when more and more people started asking, it put the thought into your mind about becoming a tattoo artist. Soon after, people weren't asking you about your designs more so if you could draw what they wanted. With their vision and your artistic skills, they were able to get the tattoo of their dreams. Each person who asked loved theirs, and that is when you officially decided you wanted to be a tattoo artist.

To get in some practice, you started tattooing yourself, mostly on your legs. They were small ones that held a lot of meaning because if they were bad, at least they would mean a lot to you. One of the first ones you did was the symbol for Alex Calvert’s band. While he is the lead singer, he is also the lead guitarist. The songs he and his band wrote spoke to you on such a deeper level than most things. The lyrics spoke to you, the music pumped through your veins. Tattooing his symbol meant the world to you.

Like every other fan, you only admired him from afar, watched every interview with him in it, and learned as much as you could without being considered a stalker. It is your dream to one day meet him, and maybe that might happen. Stranger things have happened for less.

You were lucky enough to go to one of his concerts with pit seats. Seeing him so up close was like a dream come true. The cameras did no justice in capturing the true blueness of his eyes. Maybe it was just you, but while you were at his concert, you two seemed to have made eye contact. It was only for the briefest of seconds, but it was there.

Now, every time you tattoo someone, you would be playing his music. Usually, you let the customer pick the music since you want whatever is playing to calm them so they don’t freak out or tense while you’re tattooing, but everyone who comes to see you seems to like his music.

While cleaning up, you like to blast his music. Since no one was left in the shop, you turned up the music as you started cleaning. Cleaning the equipment, the chairs and counters, and even mopping the floor. Everything had to be done before you went home for the night.

“Nice to see a fan,” you heard a voice say from behind you. Jumping ten feet out of your skin, you quickly turned it down before turning around.

“Alex,” you blurted out before blushing. Alex Calvert was standing in your shop, not even ten feet away from you.

“Sorry, I came in and heard the music. I knew you wouldn’t be able to hear the bell,” he chuckled.

“Um,” your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing what to say.

“I know you’re closed. I saw the hours on the door. I’ll pay extra for you to stay late. I really want to have something done, and you’re the only tattoo shop in town. I would wait until tomorrow, but I got back to back shows.”

“Of course,” you nodded, sliding the bucket of water out of your little work area. Placing the mop inside the bucket, you rested the handle against the door before clearing your space. “What did you want done?”

“This,” he handed you a piece of paper. A litter of music notes went up the page ranging from all different sizes and shapes.

“Where did you want it?”

“Left arm. I got a spot for it,” he said as he took his long sleeve shirt off. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat to see his muscles, but you tried to keep it professional. There were many tattoos already on his body, but like he said, he had a specific spot for the music notes.

“Okay, just sit tight while I make the stencil,” you said before quickly leaving the room. He chuckled and sat on the chair as he waited. While printing off the picture, you tried not to freak out. The man you have a major crush on is sitting in your work area with his shirt off. This kind of thing just doesn’t happen.

“Get it together, Y/N,” you muttered as you grabbed the stencil from the printer. Walking back over to Alex, you showed him the final product. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” he smiled.

“Any particular color?”

“Just black would be fine. Actually, maybe do an Ombre´ color. From black to red, like it’s bleeding. Can you do that?”

“Is my name on that door outside?” you grinned.

“Yeah.”

“There’s your answer,” you chuckled as your playlist started playing over the loudspeakers.

“You know, I recognize you. You have good taste in music,” he laughed as you applied the stencil.

“It’s what I always put on. I can change it if you want.”

“No, I like it.”

“What do you mean you recognize me?”

“You were at one of my concerts. Los Angeles, I believe. How could anyone forget those eyes?” he asked as he stared into your eyes.

“Likewise,” you blushed as you prepared your station and yourself.

“Sorry, I’m a natural flirt. I flirt a lot, especially with beautiful women like yourself. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Because I didn’t give it out. It’s Y/N. I really am a big fan of yours,” you spoke as you started your machine. Dipping the needle into the black color, you began tattooing his skin.

“Yeah? You got a tattoo of me on your body?”

“Kind of,” you laughed.

“Wait, seriously? Can I see?”

Looking up, you took a deep breath before putting the needle down. Putting your leg on the chair he was sitting on, you rolled up your pant leg to show the symbol you did.

“Bad ass!”

“I did it myself. Before I ever became an artist. I had to practice on someone, right? May as well be me,” you chuckled before going back to work.

“You know, for a fan you’re really chill. I like you.”

“One of my best friends, Molly, she’s an artist like me and her shop is right across the street. I’m not the only tattoo shop in town.”

“Okay, so I lied. I was actually looking for you. All the way from Los Angeles. I finally found you,” he breathed.

“You found me,” you smiled, looking into his eyes.

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avenirdelight · 3 years ago

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The Thing I Do Best

Anyone You Like

He’s upset and he asks why she never critiques him.

He had lost another game.

She knew that he hadn't been doing well lately. She didn't know football that well, tactics and everything, but she definitely knew when the team was struggling or when mistakes and errors were made. And although he still did well in some parts, the mistakes he had made were the highlights—the team may not have lost some points if he hadn't made those mistakes.

When he came in through the front door tonight, head hanging low and shoulders slouched, she knew that this loss knocked him pretty bad. He didn't need to say it for her to know that he was upset, angry, and disappointed with himself more than with anything else.

He hadn't said much. After she'd given him a long big hug which he detached himself from, he went straight to their bedroom, leaving her alone in the kitchen. He'd only answered her with a short "yeah, thank you" when she offered to make him tea.

Even now, he was drinking his tea in silence, sitting on the other end of the sofa as he kept himself occupied with his phone. She'd tried to make little conversations but he'd only given her more short answers; she knew it was better to leave him alone. So she also sat in silence, reading her book and sitting on the other end of the sofa, briefly glancing at him once in a while just to check.

But a loud thump startled her a bit. When she raised her head, she realised that he had thrown his phone to the table. He picked up the TV remote and turned the TV on as he laid back on the sofa, letting out a long heavy sigh—her eyes followed all of his movements. The volume was quite loud when the TV turned on but he quickly lowered it.

He turned to her. He looked so tired and it wasn’t a pretty sight to see. “Sorry, is it okay?” He asked, pointing to the TV with the remote.

“Yeah, it's fine, babe,” she nodded. He nodded too and immediately turned his attention back to the TV, whilst she went back to the last paragraph that she'd been reading.

They both fall silent again. He put on a movie on the TV and made himself comfortable by resting his feet on top of the table. She focused on her book and was getting deep on the story, not paying much attention to him, and read five more pages without any interruption.

“Why do you never give me any critics?”

She was about to flip a page when his voice stopped her. When she looked up, their eyes met. Her heart clenched as she stared into those upset and tired eyes.

“What do you mean?” she asked back.

He sighed as he looked away. “When I don't play well on my games, you never give me any criticism. You never even tell me that I'm awful even though you know it.” He pressed some buttons on the remote, changing the channel. “You only tell me that it's okay, that I can bounce back, I shouldn't listen to what people are saying, say that you always believe in me...”

She furrowed her eyebrows. He sounded serious. He hadn’t seemed like he wanted to talk tonight, but maybe he’d changed his mind.

“Because it’s what I’m supposed to do,” she answered. “It’s my responsibility, isn’t it? To give you consolation, to take care of you.”

“Yeah, but you don’t always have to give me the white lies, saying it’s okay and all that.” His tone didn’t sound too pleasant to hear, so she picked her bookmark, put it in between the pages, and closed her books—she knew that this talk was going to get serious.

“They’re not lies,” she started. “You’re the one who taught me that we should never stop believing. I believe that everything will get better, that you’ll get better.”

“Yeah, but– I know you’re mad when we lose, I know it upsets you. Why don’t you just say it? Say it to my face.” It almost sounded like a demand. He said it as he turned his head to her and gave her a sharp look. “Tell me I disappoint you.”

When she didn’t respond, he clenched his jaw before looking away again; she gritted her teeth. She let out a heavy sigh as she slightly shook her head. She couldn’t quite believe what he’d just said.

She knew he was angry and he wasn’t thinking straight. But if he really thought that every consolation she’d given him all this time was lies, she would actually be hurt. She meant everything she said—every “I believe in you” she’d ever told him was all true.

She just sat there and stared at him. She could see the frown on his face, the creases on his forehead, the frustration in his eyes. This man was being hard on himself, and she never thought that he would ask her to be hard on him too, but he did.

“You’re already your biggest critic, babe,” she said. “You’re the first person to know that you don’t do well, you’re the first one who critiques yourself for your performance.”

It was his turn to completely fall silent now. His eyes were on the TV, but she knew he wasn’t even watching it and that he was all ears now.

“There are people out there who try to be smart and think that they know you the best, saying every ridiculous thing about you, but no, they’re not the biggest critic, ‘cause they don’t know better than you do,” she continued. She was honestly getting upset, but she tried to keep her tone low and calm.

“And I, I don't know better than you do. You're the one who knows your football better than anyone else, better than me,” she shrugged. “I don't see the good in me telling you that you did your worst or saying that– that you should've made that pass, you should've run faster. Because you're already blaming yourself for it.”

“So if you ask me to be mad and upset at you because you don’t do your best at kicking a ball sometimes, I’m sorry, I can’t,” she shook her head. “My role is to make sure that you’re alright, supporting you so you can improve and do what I know you’re capable of.”

She fell silent. And it didn't feel like he had anything to say anymore because he let her words hang in the air. He still looked distraught and it was hurting her. She wanted to just pull him into her arms, but there was a potential of him getting more upset if she once again told him that everything was going to be alright. He needed a rest and so did she.

“I’m going to bed,” she said after a while, getting up from the sofa as she carried her book. He didn’t stop her or even look at her, so she left him there alone with his thoughts and the silence.

—

She placed her book on her nightstand, went to the wardrobe to change her clothes, and then to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She spent a few minutes just standing by the sink, looking at the mirror. Her heart was pounding hard on her chest, and her head hurt a bit, and at some point, tears threatened to fall from her eyes but she managed to shake it away.

She was genuinely getting worried about him. Hopefully, this was just a phase. But they needed to figure out a way for him to get out of this slump. She was always ready to help, but if he kept declining her like he'd been doing lately and letting his mind occupied with questions or things that didn't really matter, it really wouldn't be easy.

She had just done washing her face when he came into the bathroom; he’d changed to his sleeping shirt. She briefly glanced at him as he stood by his sink and picked up his toothbrush and paste, then looked away and let him do his routine. She also continued with hers.

After hanging her towel, she opened her drawer and took out her toner and quickly applied it. And when she applied her night serum, he washed his face—they did everything still in silence. It was quite deafening, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as before. They were both tired, and she felt like they just needed to rest so if they needed to talk again, they would need to just let it happen in the morning.

She was down to her next step. She’d just picked up her eye serum when she suddenly felt like he was getting closer to her. And when she raised her head, he was already standing behind her. Their eyes met through the reflection in the mirror for a split second before he lowered his head, stepped even closer, slid his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her hair.

Still, none of them said anything. Her heart clenched at the sight of both of them that she saw in the mirror. But she continued to apply her eye cream as she felt his breath tickling her ear, his arms wrapped around her so tight.

He was trying to say sorry. He didn’t mean to start a fight. She knew by his touch, she could feel it.

She then did her best on opening his drawer whilst being trapped in his embrace, snatched a bottle from there, then tried to release herself from him as she tried to get some liquid on her palm. She turned around and their gazes met again immediately.

He just stood and rested his hands on her waist. He looked like he was ready to listen to what she was going to say, but quickly realised that she was just trying to apply some toner on him as she held his hair with her other hand, keeping them from falling on his face. The liquid felt cold on her hand, but all she could feel was warmth when her palms met his skin.

“You’re always being too hard on yourself,” she said as her eyes trailed on every part of his face. “To be honest, I hate you for that. You know it, right?”

He nodded, closing his eyes as he let out a soft sigh. It seemed like he was enjoying how soft and nice her palms felt, how delicate her fingers were against his face. He melted completely into her touch and he unconsciously caressed her waist—some fingers even slipped under her shirt.

“Let me just do the thing I do best,” she continued. “Loving you. Supporting you. I can do it better than everyone else.”

The corners of his lips slightly tugged upright, forming a very subtle smile. He opened his eyes when she was done and circled her arms around his neck. Their eyes met—the anger and disappointment in his eyes had been replaced with something way more gentle. His gaze was full of fondness and love.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he stated. “I love you more than anything.” He stressed every single word. “And I’m so grateful that I have you. Always believing in me, always knowing what I need best. You keep me sane, really.”

She smiled as she lightly shook her head. Her man could be quite unbelievable sometimes, but she was her man. Her man, who always appeared so strong, but sometimes very scared and vulnerable inside. And she knew that in these kinds of times, she needed to be the stronger one, because she was the one he leant on to.

They spent a moment just staring at each other, before he made the first move, leaning down to connect their lips. His kiss was soft and gentle—a long peck, followed by little ones. Simple kisses, but they did their best to make her heart race.

“I’m sorry, I’ve let my emotions take over me.”

“You read some comments again, didn’t you?” she guessed, and she knew she was right because he didn’t give an answer and only bit the bottom of his lips. She sighed and shook her head. “Babe, you can’t–”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cut her off. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“Just talk to me. You know I’m always ready to listen. To help. I’m in this with you.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’ll do better… I’m sorry I disappointed you today.”

She sighed. “Really? We’re still on that?” Her eyebrows were raised, questioning him. “Never, baby, you never disappoint me.”

He grinned and she scoffed, because how could he manage to give her an innocent grin after everything? But a second later she smiled back at him, held his face with both of her hands and tiptoed on her feet, brushing her lips against his lips one more time.

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yeah, i wrote this one after stressing out about losing the motivation to write because lately i can’t even write a sentence but here’s 2000 words for you. i didn’t survive writing this one...while crying and listening to sad songs.

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redskull199987 · 3 years ago

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Coming Home

Jack Kline x female!reader

Word count:1.7k

Warnings:swearing, making out(?)

Summary: As Jack returns from the Dead, you find yourself closer to him than ever before...

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"Well, that was one hell of the day", I mumbled after entering the bunker.

"Damn right", Dean chuckled, eyeing the coin in his hand. The coin we had gotten from the goddess Fortuna. And I have to admit, it was awesome being back, well not being normal anymore.

The Winchesters had officially gotten their luck back.

While Sam and Dean walked through the War room, I slowly trailed behind them. All I wanted to to right was to hit my bed and sleep one night throughout fully. For Chucks sake, I hadn't done that in ages.

"Hey Cass", I heard Dean say. My head shot up. We hadn't seen our angelic friend for a few days, but now, a frown was written over his face.

"Everything alright?", I asked him. He only nodded and slowly stepped to the side.

I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw. Immediately, I dropped the bag, I was holding, overwhelmed by the sight of him.

Right there, in front of us, was none other than Jack Kline himself.

He raised his hand and quietly mumbled a:"Hello"

While Sam rushed towards Jack to give him a hug, I was frozen in place. I couldn't believe it. He was alive. Jack was really alive.

A silent tear rolled down my cheek, while Cass explained, how Billie saved Jack.

After Dean had inspected Jack, his eyes landed on me. He seemed to notice my tears and his face slumbed.

"Y/N", he said quietly. My heart jumped at his words. I never thought, that I would ever hear him say my name again.

"We'll leave you two alone", Dean mumbled and pulled Cass and Sam towards the kitchen. I silently thanked my older brother.

I looked after them, before I noticed that Jack had come closer. He was only centimeters away from me.

"I can't believe it", I whispered and slowly raised my hand. I carefully touched his cheek, afraid that he would disappear any second.

I felt his cheeks grow hot, as he leaned into my hand.

"Y/N", he mumbled and put his hand on top of mine, "I can't find the words to explain how much I missed you"

A sob escaped my lips:"You're back, you're really back"

"I am", Jack smiled.

I couldn't hold it back any longer. I grabbed his collar and crashed my lips onto his. They were soft and warm, just like I remembered it.

I felt him grip my waist and pull me impossibly closer to him.

"I love you", I mumbled against his lips.

I felt Jack's heavy breath on my skin:"I love you too"

My eyes met his and all I could do in this moment, was to smile.

I had him back, I had Jack back.

"Jack?", I asked. The nephilim didn't react.

"Jack?", I asked again, but he only sat back in the kitchen Chair.

Soon Cass joined the two of us and finally Jack looked up, tears stained his pretty face and immediately I sat down besides him and grabbed his hand.

"Jack, what-"

"I'm sorry", He mumbled in tears, I felt him squeeze my hand,"I'm so sorry"

"Jack you did nothing wrong", I mumbled and slowly stroke his cheek.

"You're soul is back", Castiel mumbled, "It all comes crashing down now, doesn't it?"

Jack nodded heavyly. I sofly pulled him to his feet.

"Come on", I mumbled, "Let's go to your room"

I lead him to his room and slowly sat him down on his bed.

Jack sniffled and leaned his head against the headboard.

I sat down on his lap carefully, in order to not disturb him.

I started wipe his tears away, while Jack just looked at me with his big blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry...about your Mother", Jack mumbled and looked down.

I sighed, finally I knew what distressed him so much. He felt guilty about our Mom, Mary.

Carefully, I grabbed his cheek. He looked up at me, Tears already threatened to spill again.

I carefully threaded through his hair with my fingertips.

"There is nothing to be sorry about", I mumbled while he leaned his head against my chest.

"There is", he said, "There is so so much and I don't...I don't know how-"

"Hey Jack!", I interrupte him, "I know saying this won't really help you in any way, but I want you to know, that I'm not angry with with you nor am I sad or anything. I know that you killed Mary, but...but it wasn't your fault."

Jack eyed me with a certain sadness in his eyes. He didn't seem convinced.

"Jack", I said and looked into his eyes, "I..I forgive you, alright? The only feeling I have for you is...love"

"I-I-", Jack stuttered, confusion written all over his face.

"I love you, Jack", I smiled, "I have always loved you since the day you were born. And I know for a fact, that Kelly was right about you"

A tear slipped down Jack's face, as I felt him grab a hold of my waist, his face buried in my shoulder.

"You make the world a better place, Jack. You always did", I whispered into his ear.

I heard him sob and I slowly started to rock him back and forth until he had calmed down a little bit.

Jack slowly raised his head and looked at me. I gave him a soft smile and carefully stroke his cheek.

"Thank you, Y/N", He mumbled and closed his eyes.

I leaned my head against his, as I felt how he grabbed my wrist and slowly kissed the back of my hand. A shiver ran down my spine, as I fell, how his lips lingered on my skin.

"I love you, Y/N", Jack mumbled and smiled.

He carefully leaned in and as soon as I felt Jack's lips on mine, the whole world seemed to stop. All I could feel were his plump lips and his soft touch on my skin.

"Jack", I mumbled. He gently grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, his hips collided with mine and a soft moan escaped my lips, while Jack started to leave light kisses on my neck.

"You're all I'll ever need", Jack mumbled and looked me into the eyes.

"And I'll always be here", I said, before I reconnected our lips.

All of that seemed so long ago now. At first, it was Castiel and now...

Dean.

He was gone for good this time and while Sam and I tried or best to keep going, our ways parted after a few months. I still visited the bunker sometimes, checking if everything was alright, but mainly because of all the memories I had there. Not only the memories with my brothers, but also my memories with Jack...whom I hadn't seen since he had become the new God.

I couldn't lie, I somehow felt betrayed. I had promised him to never leave his side, but now...

It seemed like I was forced to break that promise. And I didn't like that. Not at all.

I sighed deeply while striding through the empty bunker. Everything was fine of course. I was about to leave, when my eyes landed on the table in the war room.

The names of Team Free Will 2.0 still carved into the wooden table.

I stepped closer and carefully, I stroked our names, my fingertips lingering on Jack's name.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I closed my eyes, slowly breathing in and out.

After I had calmed my racing heart, I wiped away my tears and turned around to leave, but I suddenly bumbed into something or rather...someone.

I looked up confused, but my jaw dropped as I saw Jack standing in front of me. My mind went back to the moment where he had returned after Billy had saved him.

"Hello", he smiled after raising his hand.

I couldn't help myself and slapped him straight into the face.

Jack looked down for a second:"I guess, I deserved that"

"Damn right, you did!!", I yelled,"Do you really think, that you can come back after all this and act like nothing happened!?"

I felt how my tears threatened to spill again, while I rambled on:"Dean died! Do you even know that!? You didn't show up at his funeral, nor did you after! You weren't there and I needed you!! I thought that I did something wrong! That you never even loved me! I thought, that you...that you..."

I looked at Jack through tears:" I thought, that I would never see you again"

Jack looked too the ground:"I know saying this won't really help you in any way, but I want you to know, that I am truly and deeply sorry about leaving you for so long"

I slowly wiped away my tears and motioned for him to continue.

Jack sighed and grabbed my hands:"After absorbing Chucks power, I felt like it was time for changes. Changes in heaven, in hell, on earth. I tried to make everything better. And...I know what happened to Dean, I visited him in heaven and I tried to make him as comfortable as possible there"

I couldn't believe my ears:"Is he...is he happy?"

Jack smiled:"Happier than ever. And he patiently awaits the day, you and Sam will join him again"

A chuckle escaped my lips and I dropped my head against Jack's shoulder.

"I know that I should've come earlier and I'm sorry, but...I love you, Y/N. I always have and always will"

I couldn't help but smile at the boy in front of me:"I know, Jack. I know"

He gave me one of his signature smiles, before he pulled me closer to him.

I carefully grabbed his cheek and he leaned into my touch.

"I missed you so so much", he mumbled.

"Yeah, me too", I whispered while eyeing his lips.

Jack quickly seemed to notice:"I'm gonna kiss you now"

"I sure hope you do", I chuckled.

And finally, I felt Jack's soft lips on mine again. And I would feel them again very often in my life.

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Kiss it Better | Jack Kline

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

Warnings; nothing just fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🏹

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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casmick-consequences · 4 years ago

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anyways i just imagined the moment where jack went to heaven and went to reason with the empty to get castiel out with the promise of an eternal slumber (as it always should have been) and the empty agreed, because it’s all they ever wanted.

and then the moment where castiel looks at jack after seeing the amazing things jack has done so far as the new god and being so overwhelmed with emotions and pride that he just holds his kid’s face in his hands and he tells them “i am so proud of you, my child” and jack is also smiling and crying and they say “thank you. for everything, i love you dad” and cas gives them a kiss on their forehead and they give each other the biggest, most loving hug in all of existence before they go and remake heaven, the universe and beyond together as the best father/child duo ever.

so uhhh now i’m crying :’) how is your day going so far?

#jack kline #castiel #can someone write this fic to give me closure???#please???#supernatural #spn #fanfic #spn fic #father son #alexander calvert #alex #misha collins #DOE THIS IS YOUR FAULT #YOU GOT ME FEELING THOSE DADSTIEL FEELINGS #:((((

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prettylittletrent · 2 years ago

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CURRENTLY TAKING REQUESTS!!! SO SEND THEM IN!!!

#trent alexander arnold #jude bellingham #liverpool #dominic calvert lewin #football #virgil van dijk #andy robertson #f1 fic #f1 imagine

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castiel-left-his-mark-on-me · 4 years ago

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“No doubt ... endings are hard, but then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?” - Chuck Shirley

- The Plot: The End -

(based on true events)

With Supernatural about to end after fifteen seasons, Jensen has high hopes for the finale, and for the future. So many exciting things lay ahead of him, and he can't wait to experience it all with the people he loves most in this world; but thanks to 2020 and the greed of the CW, he begins to realize that all his hopes—might actually be hopeless.

Read the final addition to the epic Cockles romance: The Plot and fall in love with Misha all over again though Jensen’s eyes.

Art by the kind and talented @liart-ez. Follow them on Instagram at LiArt_Ez to see more of their beautiful work!

And a special thanks to @profoundfangirl aka @deanandishareamoreprofoundbond aka, Vi for beta-reading this fic and making sure it is as good as it possibly can be!

Enjoy!

#Cockles #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #JMDV #RPF #Fic Rec #Ao3 #Supernatural #SPN #SPN Family #Season 15 #Series Finale #jenmish #castiel_left_his_mark_on_me #The Plot #Fan Fiction #Jared Padalecki #Richard Speight Jr.#Alexander Calvert

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catnipster69 · 10 months ago

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fic: Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 1

Picture credit: x

Do You Kiss Your Momma With That Mouth? Chapter 1 Published: 2024-01-03 Words: 3,236 Chapters: 1/11 by catnipster

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Stephen Amell/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Alexander Calvert, Misha Collins/Original Character(s) Characters: Jim Beaver, DJ Qualls, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Hilarie Burton, Danneel Harris, Emily Perkins, Steven Williams (Supernatural RPF), Sterling K. Brown, Ty Olsson, Samantha Ferris, Chad Lindberg, Dee Wallace, Katie Cassidy, Genevieve Cortese, Lisa Berry, Alona Tal, Jon Gries Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Jensen is a Chef, Jared is a Property Developer, Class Differences, Trailer Trash Jensen, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Food, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Porn Video, jensen has a mustache, long-haired jensen ackles, Lies, Secrets, Happy Ending Language: English

Summary:

Jensen, 39, is a down-on-his-luck weed dealer in Garden, Texas. Garden is a former ranching town gentrified by an influx of Silicon Valley exiles that work in the shiny, new office buildings built by JPX, Inc.

Jensen unexpectedly inherits a trailer park from his uncle. But what Jensen really wants to do is open a food truck selling refined comfort food. However, the decommissioned ice cream van sitting on blocks in front of his trailer is a daily reminder of his unfulfilled dreams.

Jared, 35, is the rich owner of JPX, Inc. who wants to tear down the trailer park to put up a ritzy mall. Jared’s ex-boyfriend, Stephen Amell, is in town from New York City: to force Jensen and the lovable residents of Garden Gardens to sell by using his usual arsenal of dirty tricks.

But when Jared meets Jensen at the Farmer’s Market where Jensen is trading weed for pickles with his best friend Danneel, it’s love at first sight. At least, until Jensen finds out who Jared is.

Chapter 1 Summary:

Jensen and Jared meet cute at the Farmer's Market.

#catnipster on ao3 #spn fanfic #j2 fanfic #my fic #my posts #do you kiss your momma with that mouth

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cadiacore · 4 years ago

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Souvenir | J.K. Blurb

☾A/N: so on Thursday I wrote this cute little blurb bc I was really in my feelings and I needed some fluff. 💗

☾Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

☾Word Count: 817

☾Warning(s): angst/fluff, jack being clueless, crying, one curse word?

I sniffled as the tears fell from my chin. My heart ached to be held by one person. The one person that made me happy. Jack. I missed the way his arms wrapped around my frame whenever I cried or was upset. I missed the way his soothing voice never failed to calm my nerves. I miss everything about him.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and stood up from the bedroom floor. I took a deep breath and walked to the library/war room. As I walked in, Sam and Dean looked up from the books in their hands. Sam’s face softens, and Dean’s does too.

“Hey, kid. You alright?” Dean asked, tilting his head to the side. I shook my head no and slumped into one of the wooden chairs next to Dean. Dean looked back down at the book and then looked up at Sam. Sam sighed, taking the hint. He sat his book aside and leaned forward,

“He’s going to come back, Y/N,” Sam said, chewing on his bottom lip. Maybe it was a nervous habit, but from the looks of it, I’m guessing he was second-guessing his own words. I nodded and ran a hand through my hair,

“I just miss him. A lot.” I twiddled my thumbs as I spoke. My mind began racing with all the horrible scenarios that could play out if we didn’t get him back soon, with the lump growing bigger in my throat.

Dean took a swig of his beer and tossed the book that was in his hand aside. He stood up and started pacing back and forth within the library. He ran a hand threw his dark blonde hair while deep in thought.

“Dean...why are you pacing?” Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Dean ran a hand down his face and groaned,

“If we don’t find the kid, then Lucifer will have a chance to get to him, and I rather not have a second more powerful Lucifer to deal with.” He said, grabbing his beer and taking another swig. Sam closed his eyes and sighed tiredly.

“Dean, we have been through this so many times. He’s not going to be a second Lucifer if we don’t treat him like he is!” Sam said aggravated. Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed,

“He’s good, Dean,” I said softly while chipping the black nail polish from my nails. “His heart is good. I know it.”

Just as the words left my mouth, the sound of wings from behind me made me stand abruptly. Jack’s eyes instantly met mine. They looked scared, but most of all, they looked sad. My arms wrap around his torso, burying my face in his neck.

“Jack,” I breathed out, relieved. I squeeze him gently and smiled against his skin. Sam walked up and put his hand on Jack's shoulder, smiling softly.

“We’ve been worried about you. Where have you been?” Sam asked as I pulled away from Jack. Jack's eyes grew softer, and the faint smile he had faded.

“I’m sorry for making you all worry...I just needed to clear my head for a while.” I sighed and furrowed my eyebrows. A bit of anger rose in me, and I crossed my arms over my chest,

“For three days?!” I asked, maybe a bit too loudly. Jack's cheeks flushed, and he avoided my eyes. “For three days, I’ve been worried that you wouldn’t come back. Hell, maybe worse!” I huffed. My knuckles turned white from how hard I was clenching them.

“I’m sorry, Y/N...” he said quietly, hugging me again. I closed my eyes and hugged him back. “I never meant for you to worry,” he added.

“I just love you, okay?” I blurted out, and Dean almost chokes on his beer,

“You what?” Dean asked as Sam raised his eyebrows at me in question. Jack smiled and pulled away from the hug,

“I know you do. I love you too,” he kissed my cheek, making my ears burn. I pushed his shoulder and smiled. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I kissed him lightly.

“What did I miss?” Castiel asked, looking between all four of us. Jack pulled away and chuckled, looking at Castiel. Dean rubbed the back of his neck and smirked.

“Your son just had his first kiss...That’s what happened.” Dean walked past Castiel and grabbed his jacket,

“Where are you going?” Sam watched as Dean grabbed the keys off the table and walked up the stairs. I furrowed my eyebrows while Jack looked between Sam and Dean, puzzled.

“To go get some condoms. Because once they start kissing, you all know what comes next.” Dean shuts the door behind him and Sam began to chuckle. Castiel looked at Sam and then at me and Jack.

Jack thinks for a moment and then looked up at Sam, “What are condoms?”

#jack kline #jack kline fluff #jack kline angst #jack kline smut #jack kline x reader #supernatural x reader #jack kline x reader angst #jack kline x reader fluff #jack kline x reader smut #supernatural #heaven writes✨#supernatural one shot #supernatural fic #jack kline fic #alexander calvert #alexander calvert x reader

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katerinabythesea95 · 3 years ago

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The Road So Far (supernatural series rewrite)

A/N: Welcome to "The Road So Far" new and improved! (Again) also I post all my stories on Wattpad mostly, I'm in the process of passing my work from there on to here but its gonna take some time, so if you wanna be updated when I originally post, This is my Wattpad:EmilyHoranMartinez

Prologue:

Eons ago, God created a group of angels, the Archangels. The four brothers were Named Michael, Lucifer, Raphael and Gabriel. Arguably one of God's first creations was Michael, the first Archangel, the first of the four archangels;and the very first angel in general. Before life, the Earth, and even the universe itself existed, Michael and the other archangels fought a war with God against the Darkness, whom God tricked and sealed away using the Mark.

Upon imprisoning the Darkness, Michael looked after Lucifer and personally raised him, taking care of him in, as he said, "a way that most people could never understand". He also mentioned that while living in Heaven with God and their siblings, Michael and Lucifer were happy together.

After God locked away the Leviathans in the monster realm Purgatory and after he started the creation of Heaven and its angels and Earth and its people, he commanded all of the celestial beings to bow before mankind, asking them to love humans more than him. Though Michael obediently did so, Lucifer questioned this order, insisting that they are "broken, flawed abortions." Lucifer then sought out Michael for support, but Michael refused to listen and therefore, under God's orders, cast Lucifer out of Heaven. When Lucifer had corrupted man and created demons, Michael, again under God's orders, cast Lucifer into his cage. At some point, God left Heaven and Michael assumed command of the angels, running Heaven and Earth (and possibly the entire universe) for millennia.

The third archangel, Raphael lived happily in Heaven with his father God and his angelic brothers. When God created humans and asked all angels to bow down before them, Raphael was among those that did so. Raphael chose to side with God and Michael. However, at some point, Raphael lost faith in God and became weary of his father's duties. He also even believed that God was dead and that they were "living in a God-less universe".

When God created humans and asked all angels to bow down before them, Gabriel,the youngest of the archangels, did so.Having grown tired of watching his brothers fight each other in Heaven, he fled to Earth. Gabriel loved both his father and brothers, but couldn't choose sides and ran off to the Earth to escape it.....

A/N: I AM TOTALLY EXCITED FOR THIS NEW VERSION OF MY STORY, HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT! THINGS ARE GONNA GET EVEN BETTER <3 <3 LOVE Y'ALL!

NOTE: THIS STORY IS A COMBINATION FROM DIFFRENT SOURCES APART FROM MY OWN STORY.

I had a better looking cover previously but i had to remake it different, I'm tryna see if i can get it back)

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