#and Sanderson my handsome square

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I don’t usually draw Sanderson without his sunglasses, but I’m happy with how these sketches came out 💘

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TFWB - Chap 26 Family Gathering

Summary: The family gathers together for a long overdue celebration. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Rachel Sanderson (OFC), Molli Sanderson (OFC), Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader / Jared x Rachel (OFC) / Misha x Molli (OFC) Warnings: Fluff/AU Word Count: 1010 Squared Filled: Free Space A/N #1: This is for @spnfluffbingo​ card

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The music was thumping throughout the old barn. Laughter could be heard echoing through the cool night air. Drinks were being passed around along with slices of cake. (Y/N) was sitting on the back of an old Chevy pick up watching all the members of her family having a wonderful time.

“You know the Bride is supposed to be in there dancing and drink the night away.” Rachel hopped up on the truck next to her with a bottle of champagne.

“Move over sis, I’m joining the bridal party.”

Molli sat next to Rachel as the three of them passed the bottle between them. They watched the guests dancing and the kids starting to fall asleep at various tables.

“I never thought this day would finally come. It took you two so damn long to get together then two years to get married. Talk about your slow burn.” Rachel chuckled, taking a drink then passing it to Molli.

She took a drink, “I lost five bucks to Misha saying we would be married before them.”

“Alright, alright. I’m married now and if you remember we had to postpone our original wedding date because Jensen released another book. Then another Padababy came along.”

Rachel stole the bottle from her, “Once again, Jared’s little soldiers are just too strong for any kind of resistance.”

“Ugh!” (Y/N) and Molli groaned.

“Fellas, I do believe our ladies have decided to have their own little party without us.” Jared climbed over the side of the truck sitting behind Rachel.

Misha stood between Molli’s legs while Jensen helped (Y/N) off the truck, “Oh yeah. Rachel was just telling us all about Jared’s little soldiers breaking down her defenses.”

“(Y/N)!” Rachel yelled as Jensen led her away from the group laughing hysterically.

“Where are we going handsome?”

He was leading her out past their barn into the middle of their empty land. They had decided to move out from Austin thirty minutes to the west in Dripping Springs. Jensen had a house built for them that included having a barn with the intent of one day having some animals on their land.

He wrapped his arms around her waist resting his chin on her shoulder, “Remember, the first conversation we ever had on this property?”

***

“What do you think?” He asked as they stood in the middle of hundred acres of land.

“I think it’s perfect. The house could be over there and a path to a barn. One day we could have horses and goats.” She wrapped her arms around his waist as they looked out over the land.

Jensen pointed to a large tree, “I could build a treehouse there for when we have kids.”

She sucked in a breath stepping away from him. It was a conversation she had been trying to build up the courage to talk to him about and never finding the right time. Seemed life created a moment pushing her to tell him the only secret she ever kept from him.

“Jensen, about that…” she started as he started to walk towards the tree.

He chuckled, “Pretty girl, we don’t have to have the kid conversation yet. Let’s get through the house build and the wedding whenever they may happen. We can just keep on practicing to baby making steps.”

“There’s something I need to tell you that… that could make you change your mind about the whole house and marriage thing.”

He stopped turning towards her, “There is nothing you could say that would make me change my mind. I want to spend the rest of my life with you no matter what.”

“I can’t have children.” Saying the words out loud held such a finality for her.

“W-What?”

The tears she was trying to hold back fell down her cheeks, “My body doesn’t produce the eggs to have children. If… if you marry me then we will never have our own children.”

Looking up, her heart broke seeing the disappointment in his eyes. She should have told him way before now but she did not want to admit she was broken, damaged goods.

“You mean when I marry you.” Jensen reached out taking her hand and pulling her to him, “Where that news is shocking and I’m going to need some time to process that. There is no question as to if I’m going to marry you. It’s only a question of when I’m going to marry you.”

(Y/N) could not believe what she was hearing, “You’re really okay with never having your own biological children?”

“Will you be in my life?” She nodded, “Then yes, I am okay with not having my own kids.”

A sob escaped her lips as she hugged him tightly, “You’re truly an amazing man.”

***

“Yes, I do. Why?” She turned in his arms clasping her hand behind his neck.

“During our honeymoon in Europe, I would like to begin the process of adopting a child from the Ukraine. I’ve already started the process here but we had to be married before going over there.”

(Y/N) stood there stunned as Jensen nervously chewed on his bottom lip, “Say something.”

“Just when I think you can’t possibly surprise me with something, you do. Yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

Jensen picked her up and twirled her around, “Oh my god, I was terrified to ask you about it. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go tell the rest of our family.”

They walked back to the barn where Jared, Rachel and their two kids along with Misha, Molli and Zalyn were all huddled together outside.

“Everyone, we would like to tell you something.” Jensen announced catching all of their attention.

(Y/N) smiled widely, “We’re going to adopt a child!” Everyone started cheering and hugging them.

That is when their photographer came by asking to take their picture together, “One, two, three, Family!”

“Family!”

That was exactly what they were. Not by blood or by marriage, but a family they chose. A family they built.

The End

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Say Amen (Saturday Night)

Chapter: 1/?

Pairings: Prinxiety, side Logicality, Platonic Moxiety, Platonic/Family Logince. 

Warnings: None that I can think of. 

Words:4708

Summary: Sanders Sides Human College AU

Being partnered for a class project causes some tension for Virgil and Roman. Until they both go to the same party and well...things happen.

Chapter 1: I Pray for the Wicked on the Weekend

~

On a Friday in a classroom sounds of idle chatter filled the room, if someone were to look through the window a light drizzle would be visible.

The teacher arrived soon after the bell, she wore a white blouse, tan sweater vest with multicolored diamond pattern, and blue jeans.

After she dropped her books onto her desk, she then began to frantically attempt to smooth her slightly damp brown bob. Before she spoke she adjusted her glasses that matched her bright red lipstick.

"I am sure you have all read the assigned books." she began. "Your task now will be to work on a creative presentation about any of the themes the work of your choosing. This project will be due at the end of the semester."

"I'd like to let you all pick your own partners for this assignment, BUT many of you elect to not pick partners"

In the in back of the room, a boy named Virgil sat. He was only half awake due to his chronic insomnia, so he didn't notice a quick look in his direction. With him being in her Creative Writing class last semester, she knew that he had difficulty with group participation.

"I will be choosing your partners for myself"

Towards the front of the room was the dramatic Roman. He was doodling ying yangs in his notebook absentmindedly as he kept an ear open for his name.

"Mr. Sanderson and Mr. Alexander"

Roman pulled from his daze he looked up. He did not recognize the name 'Mr. Alexander', he took a look around to see who was the lucky winner of his partnership. He saw that he had no one looking towards him with joy and excitement.

The teacher had moved on, so he turned to his desk mate, a friendly brown haired fella named Sloane.

"Who is Mr. Alexander?" he whispered not wanting to offend the person in question.

"The boy in the black, in the back corner, his first name is Virgil." he replied with a smile."Cute, in a edgy kinda way right?"

He turned around in his chair to take a subtle peak at him, he was a bit surprised so his gaze lingered.

The boy in question had on a black leather jacket with a gray hoodie under and under that a dark gray t-shirt.

So many layers thought Roman, was he THAT cold? His legs were clad in black tattered jeans, and on his feet were black and metal combat boots.

This Virgil had the gray of his hoodie up over his head and his face downcast. 

This made Roman ever so curious to see what lie underneath.

Not his usual type at all, but everything he could see, was very hot none the less.

"Yeah," he grinned agreeing with the assessment. "Well, its time to meet my new cohort!"

~

Virgil had actually heard that his name announced. But his social anxiety was getting the better of him at the moment. He was still gathering his courage to get up from his desk when a person approached his desk.

He glanced up and then did a second take at the stunningly gorgeous male in front of him. A delicate wisp of red hair fell in front of his whiskey brown eyes.

Scarlet pigmentation faded to orange, yellow then at the crown of his head there was a shift in hues to green. Then blue and then finally the last color at the nape of his neck was a hint of purple.

He wore what almost looked like a letter mans jacket. Tan on the body of the jacket, cream sleeves, stripes of black and red at the wrists and at the collar. Underneath the jacket was a tight fit white shirt that showed off his fit body. 

Unwillingly the thought of the Tumblr post of Dorito!Steve came into his head, it did make him internally chuckle a bit. As his eyes scan the lower half of him he saw skinny blue jeans and brown boots.

Virgil looked up at his face after a embarrassingly long time of ogling his body.

~

When the leather clad boy looked up Roman could finally see his face. His blue eyes narrowed then widened with a look of surprise. Roman's knees felt weak, he had a strong weakness with so called guyliner. Roman wondered if he was wearing light foundation, could his skin be that pale and smooth?

"Hey there, I'm Roman Sanderson." Roman declared with a grin and flourish, waiting for him to introduce himself.

Although he knew his name he wouldn't deny him the opportunity of a proper first meeting.

"And your name handsome?" Roman inquired as Virgil blushed at the compliment. He reached a ring clad hand over to remove his Nightmare Before Christmas messenger bag from the seat next to him. It was kept by his side as a sign to say 'This seat is not available don't sit next to me!'

"Virgil Alexander" his quiet gravely voice responded and ducked his head in embarrassment. Roman suppressed a small shiver at the deep baritone voice.

Roman slid into the seat to the left of him, then took out his three books. Getting a closer look at him from up close he saw his face in more detail. How could Roman have never noticed him before, he was outstanding! He had a pointed chin, full lips, the carved cheek bones like a sculpture, that Roman would kill for. His facial features were sharp yet pleasing. It was like looking at an scowling angry angel.

"So...” he cleared his throat with a small cough “I am partial to the Epic of Beowulf. I love warriors defeating monsters. Knights and Fantasy is so my jam. My nickname around the drama department is Prince Roman.”

He waited for a moment for the dark boy to contribute to the conversation. Also much as he loved to hear his own voice and get to have creative freedom. He was beginning to worry that this partner would be no help on the project if they couldn't communicate. He hated when others who didn't help to get credit for his work.

“BUT I'm guessing that you would favor Dante's Inferno." Roman harmlessly teasing him.

"Cause of my name, right?" Virgil deadpanned flatly as he stared at his chipped nail black polish on his right thumb.

"No, not because of that, even though that is a very funny coincidence." the bright boy smiled as he finally got a response. "Because it seems like you like dark things? " He then gestured towards his messenger bag and person with a large flourish of his hand.

Virgil chuckled at that.

“Yeah I do, look a bit somber.” he replied as he looked down at his attire.

“I think you look JD-lightful.” Roman complimented wondering if Virgil got that reference. JD was a villain, but he was hot.

“Are you comparing me to a sociopath?” he muttered with a slight edge to his voice, as he finally raised his head to look at Roman.

An awkward silence fell over them. Roman broke the quiet a bit louder than necessary.

“I didn't mean to insult you! I just...!”

“I was kidding.” he smirked as he interrupted seeing that Roman had began to panic.

“I understand the look is intimidating. And I get it Christian Slater was hot, so, I guess thanks.”

“Oh, you know I wasn't even sure if you had seen it.” he sighed with relief, internally he was feeling a rush of excitement. He thought that JD was hot, so possibly gay.

“Its a dark deconstruction of those unrealistic 80's teen movies, I love it. I'm also a fan of Winona Ryder, she's in a lot of my favorites. Beetlejuice, The Crucible, Edward Scissorhands, Dracula, Stranger Things.” his face brightening a little bit as he named each movie and tv show. Roman was mildly impressed by his taste in media.

Many of them were things that he would have guessed, like the Tim Burton movies. But he wouldn't have guessed The Crucible to be on his list.

“Wow, so have you ever seen the musical?” Roman asked excitedly.

“Of Heathers? No I can't say I have.” he admitted with a lift of one side of his mouth.

"It's amazing. Candy Shop is such a bop! Although I would very much like to suggest some more productions for you. Wicked, Sweeney Todd, Jekyll and Hyde, and the classic Phantom of the Opera. Oooooh speaking of Opera, Repo the Genetic Opera is a movie musical, so much easier and cheaper to watch. Repo is has an extremely gothic aesthetic. It doesn't have a stage production sadly.”

“You really like theatre don't you?”

“I'm an actor so I would say that I do. I've been in many productions both musical and straight play. Of course that doesn't mean that I'm straight.” he gave a wink at that. Feeling more in his comfort zone being able to brag about himself.

Virgil could feel the reddening of his face at the wink.

“Soooo... I WAS actually leaning more towards Dante's Inferno...” he hastily changed subject to ease his discomfort, missing the micro expression of disappointment on Roman's face.

~

"So are you going to Sloane's party tomorrow night? It's supposed to be chill and if you know him he has great taste in music." Roman questioned as class drew to a close. "If you'd like I could accompany you, you know... "

Much like the class bell going off, within Virgil's mind an alarm went off as well. He suddenly on was guard, his thoughts went to disbelief.

How could he believe anything that he is saying. His words are too charming, it reminds him of.... Virgil began to think, before shaking his head and refusing to continue down that train of thought. His mind was screaming that this guy was not interested in him.

"Yeah, no, Romano was it?" Virgil snarled at him, "I don't know what you want, but I'm not an idiot, so just stop this stupid game."

Roman was so confused.

"Who spit in your bean curd?" Roman asked taken aback.

"I know guys like you, and I don't like being manipulated."

"Excuse Me!" He exclaimed as he placed a hand on his own chest."Their are no GUYS like ME!"

"I'm not falling for this Prince Charming ACT!"

"Act, ACT! I may be an accomplished actor," He declared as he stood with a dramatic chair push, he squared his shoulders with a proud look on his face. “But when it comes to affairs of the heart, I'm never insincere with my affections! When I say that I would like to take you to a party, I truly mean it. " 

With a dramatic flourish of his hand he placed a hand to his chest and gave a look of extreme distress.

"Sure, of course you do, Princey." he scoffed as he stood up as well.

Roman gave the smallest step back as Virgil had seemed shorter than him while they were sitting. Since he had been slouching. But at full height he probably had at lest two inches on him.

“Fine, Forget it!” Roman angrily declared as he grabbed his bag and stomped out of the now empty room. “No, seriously Forget I ever said anything to you! When we work on this on Sunday lets just skip the pleasantries.”

“Fine with me” Virgil retorted as they both reached the door around the same time.

Roman took a turn to the left out the door. Virgil to the right.

~

Thinking it over and over in his head while he made his way back to his dorm room. The thought that maybe Virgil could have said no a little nicer, did occur to him. But he was so startled he just said the first thing that came to his head.

He was just going to try and go to sleep till Patton returned to the room.

Roman thankfully had already scheduled something that evening that would keep him distracted. He went directly to the drama department and picked up his sheet music for the singing portion of his his auditions. After singing through his warm up scales and the pianist came up to him and told him that he was up next. 

Agony by the great song writer Stephen Sondheim was ironically the perfect song for him at the moment.

He did flub up on the pronouns a couple of times but he easily had the feelings behind it spot on.

“Hey you seemed a little bit off today, you okay?” a person with big brown eyes and a orange beanie on their head.

“Yeah Joan, I'm just thinking of my last class. This literature class is harder than I thought it would be.” Roman replied with a halfhearted smile, he wasn't technically lying to one of his best friends. He just didn't include the Virgil part that was making it difficult.

“Well if that's all it is. ” Joan said skeptically.“You did really good today. I could really hear the feeling behind it. You really have been working on the characterization”

“Thanks,” Roman smiled fully the compliment. Joan finished up playing the piano for the rest of the actors.

“So hey are you going to Sloane's tomorrow?” Roman asked impulsively, thinking that going alone would be a bit shameful after he had been shunned earlier. Even taking a friend would be something.

“Nah, I have plans with Talyn.” Joan said as they took their papers from the piano and returned them to their folder.

“Oh, ok” he sighed dejectedly

“Ok now I know that something is wrong!” they accused gesturing with the folder. “If you were feeling like yourself, you would be bragging that you were the one to set us up!”

“I just am worried about class.”

“Class, huh.”

“What's his name?”

“Virgil” Roman said without thinking. He then tried to recover, but failed. “I mean...who?”

“Come on let's go get some food. You can tell me all about 'Class'.” Joan finger quoted and then led Roman out of the auditorium.

~

"Patton, why?" Virgil whined as he sat on his bed the next evening.

"I love you my dark strange son" a soft lilting voice announced. Patton had a strange habit of calling his best friend son and kiddo, he was a wonderful combination of Parental and Childlike. Virgil when he first met this guy he didn't really 'get' him. But he was also always in his corner, regardless of who he was fighting.

"You need to meet people"

"I don't want to meet people, I hate people!"

"You don't hate me." Patton objected with slight questioning pout.

"You're not People." Virgil muttered with a tiny corner of his lip lifting.

"Awww, Come here you Anxious Bean!" his bubbly voice exclaimed as he opened his arms wide for a hug.

Patton was a very touchy person, he hugged as a hello and a goodbye. Incidents had happened when Virgil had to remind him that he must ask if someone was in a mood for a hug at the moment. Virgil was hoping that Patton to let him stay and listen to music with the lights off.

With only a small sigh he shuffled over towards his best friends. He let Patton give him a squeeze,but did not wrap his arms around him in return.

"You are going through a tough time, kiddo." he continued Virgil visibly bristles at the mention of the difficulty he had been going through.

"I don't like when you pressure me to be social." Patton unwrapped his limbs, but kept in physical contact by holding him by the shoulders. He was trying to get some sort of eye contact as well. But Virgil kept his eyes downcast.

"I'm not saying that you have to find a new boyfriend. You could just get to know your classmates outside of class."

"College kids are even worse outside of Class."

"Now Kiddo, you too are a so called “college Kid” no need to be so gosh darn judgmental." Patton said as he let his friend escape his grasp, Virgil sat aggressively on his bed with a little bounce of the mattress.

“If I leave you all alone, you will just listen to that PG13 music in the dark. I really really think you need to do this. Don't you know I just want you to be happy?”

"Yeah I know you do...” Virgil then decided that he would get this out of the way.

"But after this, I'm off the hook for being social for the next two months, ok?"

"One month"

"A month and two weeks, and I'll go with you to the Halloween Costume Party"

“You'll actually go in costume? Not just wear a paper that says 'costume' on it?”

“Yes,”

"Deal!" he exclaimed as his soft blue eyes lite up in excitement.

"I'm glad that you are happy."

"So how do I look?" he asked as he opened his arms again this time to give his friend a clear view of his shirt. On his torso was a pink floral shirt covered in cats that said 'You've Cat to be Kitten Me Right Meow'.

"You look nice." Virgil responded as he dumped the contents of his makeup bag onto the bed. He grabbed his black eyeliner which he used to reapplied his underneath his eyes.

After finishing his face he went to his closet he took a look at his personal armor, his black hoodie with a gray grid pattern. He could cover his head with it's comforting hood, and avoid eye contact.

“Who's party is this anyway?” Virgil asked as he pulled on his converse.

“It's at my pal Corbin's house, I think his boyfriend is hosting though.” Patton stated as they left the room.

~

In a comfortable sized apartment within walking distance of the college. Roman started at his refection in the large bathroom mirror. He finished his applying his golden winged eyeliner. He dusted on a hint of highlighter on his cheeks and forehead. He finished off his look with a red tinted lipstick.

In the doorway stood a tall man with hazel eyes peering at him.

"You know that the social gathering starts in less than 15 minutes." Logan sighed as he looked at his stainless steel binary watch."And it will take at lest 20 or more minutes to get there, not to mention the hassle of finding a spot."

"Well I have to make a good impression, the people must get what they want!" Roman exclaimed as he did another take at his hair.

Roman took a glance over at him. Logan while never a slob, he also had such a nerdy style. In fact he had been mistaken for a teacher several times. He wore a black button up shirt, a pair of khakis and brown dress shoes. He was at the moment tying a plain blue tie.

"Why the Tie, Logan Berry?" Roman questioned.

"Don't call me that. If I remember correctly the saying that mother always said 'Dress to impress'. I like you also want to make a good impression. Just in a less flashy more conservative professional way." he said as "Now what do you think the four-in-hand or half Windsor?"

"Neither! What do you think that a job interviewer is going to be at the party? That they are going to see you in something with style and say, “Hmm that Logan could have had a job at our stuffy office but look at his outfit”!"

“Why do I even ask!” he fumed as he went with a half Windsor and left Roman alone momentarily.

Grabbing his gold cased phone off of the marble counter top he glanced at himself. He took a few pictures and posted them on Instagram with the hashtag #Slay.

As he left with his thoughts he returned to think of how in a different situation. Roman could have been going to this party with a rather striking date instead of his nerdy older brother. He felt unease at the memory of Virgil suddenly turning on him. Roman had thought that they had been having a rather enjoyable time. That they had a sort of connection.

He had just wanted to spend more time with him. And it wasn't like he had outright stated his lack of interest in men. He could have understood that. But that fact that it seemed to be Roman himself that he objected to really hurt.

"Parking spot." Logan said as he returned, now with suspenders that Roman had to admit made the outfit look a little better. Roman quickly removed the look of sadness from his face before turning to his worrisome sibling.

"Well we can take an Uber or a LYFT, or something!" he replied as he grabbed a denim jacket and pulled it on.

“Ooooh Lyft definitely, Uber is known to employ homophobic individuals.” Logan elaborated as he pulled out his phone to order a Lyft.

“Okay Lyft it is!” he declared as he gave himself one last look over before heading out to the living room to wait for the ride.

~

"Hey there gorgeous, how you doing on this fine night Corbin?" Roman he said to a short glassed boy with brown skin “Your boyfriend hosts a nice shindig!”

“Hello Roman, thanks. He really loves these things. It makes him so happy that I barely mind cleaning up the mess at the end of the evening.” he proclaimed as he motioned to the room with a head nod. He smiled at his boyfriend who approached with two bottles.

“Ah the things we do for LOVE!” Roman exclaimed as Sloane slung an arm around his shorter partner.

“Speaking of romance, how's the master of love and matchmaking doing lately?” his usual deskmate and friend asked kindly.

“I did ask Virgil from our Medieval Lit class to come with me here.” Roman hated admiting that he had been jilted, but Sloane was such a sweetheart that he just knew that he would have something to make him feel better. “I can't believe he rejected me. And so harshly. ME!”

“Well, he...” Sloane began.

“I mean I was so charming...sincerely charming. Not faking it like he thought!” Roman interrupted.

“SO did you bring your brother with you?” Corbin hollered over Roman to make sure that he was able to get a word in as he saw the struggle that his boyfriend was having. Sloane gave him a silent 'thank you' unseen by a preoccupied Roman. “I had a question for him for our chem class.”

“I just...” Sloane tried again.

“Can you believe it!” Roman once again continued to talk over his soft spoken friend.

“He's out on the patio, if I remember correctly he was talking to Elliot Smith.” Roman sighed as he returned to his thoughts, not noticing the look of concern that Corbin and Sloane exchanged.

“Ok, well I'll see you around Roman.” Sloane said before he took his partner's arm and they walked through the crowd.

“Yeah,” he muttered to the couple.

He was at a party! He had to do something to make himself feel better.

“Hey Enrique, Come on over here Handsome.” Roman took out a phone, as he called over an attractive looking guy with long brown hair. “Lets take a few for Instagram!”

“If anyone wants to follow me it's Prince of Romance!” he loudly declared. As a few more people got into frame he took a couple pictures with them posting different each time. From a view able distance arrived Virgil and Patton with his head bopping along to the music.

“And THAT is who I was assigned to work with in Medieval Lit. ” Virgil grumbled as he gestured with his grape Gatorade, before taking a swig.

“Seems like a friendly fella!” Patton exclaimed with a happy clasp of his hands

“Lets go talk to him.” “I rather not” Virgil stated with a gruff tone.

“Why not?” Patton asked Virgil had decided to not tell his best friend about Roman coming on to him. He knew that Patton would make a bigger deal of it than it was.

“I already am getting to know him well enough.” Virgil said hoping that would be that.

“But...” Patton started.

“Patton! Virge! So great to see you out and about!” a lovely girl with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes came up to them. “He promised to go with me to the costume party.” Patton excitedly said to the short girl.

“Yay! Virge, can I borrow Patton for a quick minute?” she asked with a warm and bright smile.

“Sure Val, no problem.” Virgil replied as he was actually very happy for the bubbly pair to take their leave.

Here that showboat was flirting with every guy within range. Just like Virgil had guessed, he wasn't really interested in him. I mean why would he be? Stupid Roman with his stupid gold phone, stupid strong jaw, and stupid waist to hip ratio of Steve fucking Rogers! Looking at the easy smile on his face as he chatted with his friends after his impromptu photo shoot.

Virgil felt a disappointment that he knew it was unwarranted.

Roman didn't owe him anything.

~

“Fuck” he cursed to himself. He wondered how out of any party he HAD to be at this one.

Virgil was unsure how long he was left alone before he spotted the absolute last person that he wanted to see.

His honey colored slicked back hair, dressed in a checkered yellow and black button up shirt and black slacks. Virgil couldn't see his feet but he was sure that he was wearing his signature gold snake scale shoes.

He felt his rapid and loud heartbeat. All the voices around him turned to buzzing incomprehensible sounds that almost sounded inhuman. He glanced behind him and saw that Jae was still there, looking for someone.

Virgil covered his head with his hood and began to search for Patton.

Walking down the small hallway trying to escape he only saw a few handful of blurry unrecognizable faces.

Virgil was sure that he was spotted, feeling dizzy he ducked his head lower. He in his confused state continued his retreat in the opposite direction to where Patton was. Struggling to remember the breathing techniques that Dr. Picani taught him.

Four in, hold for seven, breath out for eight.

His panicked brain formed an insane plan. Then as he turned the corner and entered a semi-secluded hallway like magic he saw a face that he knew. He made his way through the crown and slides up in front of Roman.

He threw back his hood and hurriedly pleaded.

"Hey, my ex is here, I need help! Please make out with me!"

Chapter 3

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Chapter 2

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4 55/60

9 20/60

Rainy morning – down stairs at 5 50/60 – off at 6 – vide Scotland Tourist 325/415 et seq. Cornhill a nice village seems a good Inn there better than at Coldstream? – Till a pretty good river at the bridge and just above its steep high bank (left) Twisel castle a large squary pile of modern building 4 storeys carried up to the height and the battlement began at 1 end, and the left apparently some years ago so as to look almost like a ruin – Did Sir Francis Blake, bart stop for want of money? – look back by and by upon a range of hill-side with a long line of planting along it, that the driver pointed out as Flodden field – the very spot where the battle was fought – ‘Tis however [six] miles from Norham castle 327/415. 

At 7 turn left to Norham – a pretty large good village – wind up the hill to the castle – there at 7 1/4, and 20 minutes looking about the fine old ruin – belongs to Sir Francis Blake – the outworks quite destroyed – merely a few scattered fragments of the walls – the shell of the great square tower, [tolerably] full of large windows – the square very large, evidently covered in by 2 gable ended roofs 4 storeys including the arched ground floor –

A spiral stair case (not appearing outside) went up the middle of one side – finely situated up a steep hill just above the Tweed running below better fine high wooded banks – fine rich view - the top of the stair case occupied by pigeons – the arched rooms below a shelter for the cattle –

A neat little battlemented farm-house built so as to be something like a lodge to the castle – Horncliffe house and Paxton ditto 2 good looking (reddish stone) [gentlemans] houses –

At 8 12/60 alight 1/2 way down the hill above the Union bridge (327/415), and walk down – pay a penny toll, and walk over the bridge – even at a little distance the centre seemed resting on the water – vide dimensions as above page 327 Scotland Tourist – the point of suspension on the south side the river is in the rock (red sandstone) at its foot is the little toll-house having just room for carriages between it and the lock-up gate on to the bridge – the other point of suspension is a handsome red-sand-stone mason-work battlemented gateway the 2 pillars of walling being above 7 yards deep by about 3 1/2 yards thick, and from the outer end of these pillars to the fixing of the chains in the ground (into pieces of walling about 3 yards deep (2 foot thick and 4 or 5 foot? high) about 14 yards – at a little distance on the north side (also) is another toll house – a plain now rail-fence all along each side of the bridge – 3 lines of suspension chain on which the bridge is hung certainly very pretty bridge all the iron work painted black or a dark colour – done with gas tar, to judge by the smell –

This was the 1st suspension bridge erected in great Britain for the passage of loaded carriages – at Norham-ford 5 miles from Berwick. Weight of the bridge between the points of suspension 100 tons. Done for about £5000. The trustees gave Captain Brown a thousand guineas above his estate – Bridge completed in 1820. 18 feet wide. 361 feet long. Distance between the points of suspension 432 feet. 27 feet above surface of water in summer. Scotland tourist 327/415.

Rain from Coldstream to Norham castle and went inside – fair from the castle to the Union bridge and went on the Dickey – began to rain very heavily while on the bridge and obliged to wait under the archway of the suspension pillars for some minutes – inside to Berwick, rained heavily all the way and afterwards till about 12 1/2 and at 1 tomorrow – 

12 miles from here to return to Belford 9 miles more – Belford to Bamborough castle 5 miles. Belford to Alnwick 15 miles – no going today in the rain, let alone its being Sunday – cannot even get to church – breakfast – wrote the above of today – sent off about 12 my letters written just without making any addition to either – to ‘Mrs Duffin Micklegate York’ and to ‘Miss Norcliffe Langton hall, Malton Yorkshire’ with a few lines to Mrs N- [Norcliffe]

very good motion just after breakfast – 

Entered the accounts of this morning – nice little Inn at Coldstream but quite newly built – the people had only been in the house 3 weeks – fires in every room which smothered, and fearing the bedding might not be well aired slept in my great coat and drawers, and heated and not very comfortable – looking over map of Scotland – 

Off from Berwick per mail (outside but paid inside) at 2 – change horses about 1/2  way in 3 1/2 minutes and alight at the Bell Inn (William Sanderson) at 3 1/2 (15 miles) latterly at gallop – fine view of the whole length of Holy island (Lindisfarn) and its ruined priory at the south end – from the heights a little way out of Berwick see the ruins of Holy island, and, beyond them, in the distance according to the coachman, Bamborough – castle – but cease to see latter after the 1st 4 or 5 miles – perpetual showers all the way from Berwick to Belford – fair and pretty from 3 1/2  for the rest of the day – 

Sat reading Mackenzie’s history of Northumberland, 2 volumes 4 tomes Newcastle upon Tyne 1825. Well, I did not believe the people at Berwick and go to Holy island, from there – vide line 5 – not nine miles from here – only 5, and one mile more over the water – can boat it – 5 miles to Bamborough can do both and be back in time for the mail to Alnwick at 3 20/60 – 

Warkworth castle vide Mackenzies history ii page 117. 7 miles from Alnwick – must see the hermitage so celebrated since the publication of the beautiful ballad in 1771 by Dr Percy, bishop of Dromore – vide volume 1 403/499. 

Bamborough castle the rock towards (the sea) 150 foot perpendicular – the site of one of Agricola’s Castella – the architecture of the base Doric – the 2nd gate machicolated – this castle and that of Tynemouth, and ditto of Dunstanbrough stand in a line, and all probably on the sites of Agricola’s castles – 410/499 account (vide) of the school at Bamborough – ‘there is a meal market and grocers shop opened every Tuesday and Friday, for the benefit of the industrious poor: the meal is sold at reduced prices, and the groceries at prime cost’ Can this give any useful hint to Breadalbane?

‘Flodden….is a hill at a short distance to the south castle of Branxton 360-1/499 Reading Mackenzie – go to my room at 8 20/60 –

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1932 Ford Cabriolet Is a Hemi-Powered Hot Rod That’s Rare and Driven

According to my old copy of James Moloney’s Early Ford V8 Photo Album, Ford made more than 10,000 four- and eight-cylinder roadsters in 1932, and just shy of 6,000 cabriolets. Those old open Fords with rollup windows are rare for sure, and even rarer in the hot rodding community. If you’re stripping a car to race it, a roadster is much easier to decontent than a cabriolet, with its fixed windshield posts and glass and window regulators in both doors.

And yet this ’32 cabriolet, now owned by Terry and David Stoker of Stoker’s Hot Rod Factory, makes the case that a cab can be a downright handsome hot rod, one that’s fun to drive, too.

Jerry Hagens, who builds “period-perfect cars��� out of his shop in Aledo, Illinois, came across the cabriolet in Missouri in the early 2000s. “It was pretty rough. There were three bullet holes on the right side, and they had torched around on it a little bit.” The area where the top bows hook down was gone, so Jerry had to rebuild that and the rest of the top structure.

Despite its show-car looks, this Hemi-powered ’32 cabriolet has traveled quite a few miles since becoming a hot rod in the early 2000s.

But that gave him the opportunity to right what he saw as a wrong. “The cabriolet always had a bad looking top,” Jerry believes, “so I cut the rear irons down 2 inches across the top of the back window. That lays the top down nice.”

Steve Ralphs out of Durant, Iowa, made a new top for the cabriolet and new upholstery out of red leather. “Steve’s a magician when it comes to building tops and stuff,” says Jerry. “This is the first convertible I’ve owned that didn’t leak.”

After the cabriolet was finished, Jerry drove it to Chicago for a weekend trip. “It rained all the way up there, rained all night, and rained all the way back.” Yet he stayed dry inside.

The cabriolet’s original builder, Jerry Hagens, found this 1955 270ci Hemi in an Iowa junkyard. He rebuilt it with a Chris Nielson camshaft, but retained most of the stock engine components, including the four-barrel carburetor. The firewall was left stock, too.

And the Hemi fired right up, despite all that bad weather and no hood to protect it. Jerry plucked the Red Ram out of a 1955 Dodge he found in an Iowa boneyard. “It’s just a super, super little motor. Sounds like a little Offenhauser.” He rebuilt a ’39 Ford transmission to send power to a ’39 Ford rearend.

At the same junkyard where he found the Hemi, Jerry bought a pair of headlights that he believes were from a ’36 Ford pickup. Their housings were painted Desert Sand, a 1936 Ford color. He decided to match that color on the body, the engine, and the wheels. “I just saw the car that way,” he explains. “When I run an open hood I like to have everything tie together.” Red pinstriping on the wheels picked up the upholstery color, as did painting the Red Ram lettering on the valve covers and using red spark plug wires.

Jerry says it usually takes him “10 to 11 months to build a car,” this one included. Once it was done, he drove it “for a while” and entered it in a few shows. The cabriolet earned a Period Perfect award at the Goodguys show in Des Moines, Iowa, in 2004.

Behind the Sanderson headers, Jerry fabricated a custom exhaust system for the Hemi, mounting dump tubes by the transmission. “On a ’32 the pipes come down, then dip up behind the K-member before the floor. Right there I welded 2-inch dump tubes with thin covers on them. Looks cool when you’re underneath.”

“I’ve been in the winner’s circle at Goodguys in Des Moines nine times,” Jerry says. “They always seem to like my cars.”

Headed West “I loved that car,” Jerry says of the cabriolet now. “I even tried to trade ol’ Lynn back out of it, but I didn’t have anything he wanted.”

“Ol’ Lynn” is Southern Californian Lynn Park. Though he’s best known for his deep involvement with Shelby Cobras, he’s been a hot rodder most of his life, “and I’ve got a little bit of everything,” he says. Not long after Jerry won his Goodguys award, Lynn was asked by Jerry if he’d be interested in the cabriolet. “I said, ‘Sure!’ It had the cutest Hemi in it, a sweetheart of a car.”

Lynn and Jerry are longtime friends, and the cabriolet wasn’t the first hot rod that came to SoCal from Aledo. “He built my Willys,” says Lynn, referring to his drop-dead-gorgeous, all-steel ’40 coupe powered by a 392 Hemi (“The Consummate Willys”).

The front axle is an aftermarket piece (no one is sure of its manufacturer) that’s been drilled and dropped 4 inches. Jerry painted it; the Stokers chromed it. A ’40 Ford supplied the juice brakes.

Lynn figures, “Off and on, I owned the cabriolet for 13, 14 years. I sold it to a guy and then bought it back. I never put it in a show, never had the top down. That top had a pretty shape to it. I just got in and drove it. All I changed was the oil.”

He did sell the cabriolet a second time, to the Stokers, in March 2018. Terry Stoker describes the cab as “90 percent done when we got it. We changed a lot.”

The most obvious change was to the car’s color scheme. The Stokers kept the Desert Sand hue on the body and the engine, but repainted the wheels black (with no red pinstripes) and replaced the red spark plug wires with black ones. Chromed Vintique headlights were mounted in place of the painted truck headlights. Terry said that when they got the car, many of its suspension components were painted red. The Stokers painted the rearend black and chromed the 4-inch dropped front axle.

The Stokers replaced the painted ’36 Ford truck headlights that had Jerry mounted with these Vintique headlights. They also installed the chromed spreader bar.

Inside the car, the red leather gave way to a more subdued black upholstery, stitched by Elegance Auto Interiors. The cloth inserts are from—can you guess?—a 2014 Chevy pickup.

“We like to rescue cars, make them more our style, drive them, and sell them,” says Terry. Back in Illinois, Jerry spotted an ad for the facelifted cabriolet, and he liked the changes he saw. “He did a good job on it,” says Jerry. “It still looks good the way it is.”

“Ford didn’t make many cabriolets, and you don’t often see them as hot rods,” Terry points out. But between the “cute” little Hemi, the laid-down top shape, and the distinctive color, this cab flat-out works as a hot rod. And one that’s ready to log more miles, too.

The unsplit ’32 wishbones are also chromed, as are the steering links. That’s a ’56 Ford F-100 pickup steering box behind the framerail. “It steers really nice, just like power steering,” Jerry says. Wheels are original 16-inchers wrapped with Firestone Deluxe Champion tires by Coker, 5.60-16 front and 7.50-16 rear.

Jerry Hagens recovered the cabriolet���s original seat in red leather. When they bought the car, the Stokers had Elegance Auto Interiors redo the upholstery in a more subdued black, with Chevy truck cloth inserts.

Jerry mounted a 1930s Chevrolet steering wheel on a ’39 Ford column and drop. “Three spokes with a stainless horn button. That wheel is really cool,” says Jerry. “Its roundness is dainty, not big and fat like the ’32 was. It’s got a good feel to it.”

New winged Stewart-Warner gauges occupy the beautifully turned instrument panel. “Triangular shaped like in the old days,” Jerry says.

Below the gracefully curved shift lever is a stock ’39 Ford transmission.

The rumble seat upholstery, also done by Elegance Auto Interiors, matches the seat inside.

The cabriolet’s body was “pretty rough” when Jerry bought it, but the deal included a “mint” grille and shell.

Contributing to the cabriolet’s distinctive look is a subtle modification to its top. Jerry Hagens cut 2 inches off the top irons above the window, laying down the back of the otherwise squared-off top.

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TFWB - Chap 24 The Winchester Chronicles

Summary: Jared has a special signing of Jensen’s NYT Bestselling book at his renown bookstore. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Rachel Sanderson (OFC), Reader Pairing: Jared x Rachel (OFC) Warnings: Fluff/AU Word Count: 1197 Squared Filled: Bookstore AU A/N #1: This is for @spnfluffbingo​ card

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Jensen looked at his calendar seeing he had an appointment with a new client scheduled by his assistant Kat. He called her into his office before she left for the day.

“Who is this new client? I’m taking a step back from the firm, remember?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I remember. Trust me, you will want to take this appointment. I wouldn’t have scheduled it if I didn’t think it would be a great fit for you. Now I’m going to leave because I have a hot date with a Winchester tonight. Have a great night Mr. Ackles.”

He laughed as she left his office leaving the door ajar. Most of his firm had read his debut novel, The Winchester Chronicles, by now. A few senior employees asked for him to sign it and a couple of braver interns had as well. He needed to check in with (Y/N) to see how it was selling around the country. He looked up when there was a knock on his door and saw Jared walking in.

“Hey, what’s with the monkey suit?” Jensen motioned to Jared’s nice charcoal suit and navy tie.

He sat down in front of his desk, “I’m your appointment Mr. Ackles.”

Jensen stared at his best friend for a moment surprised deciding to play along, “Oh, well okay then. What brings you in today, Mr. Padalecki?”

“I wanted to approach you about having a book event at my local bookstore. You see, your novel has just hit the New York Times Bestsellers list and I would love to have an event to celebrate that remarkable feat.” Jared held up his phone with the website pulled up and zoomed in on his novel.

He took the phone from him staring down at his name and novel title with the number ten by it, “Holy shit…” He looked up as his friend smiled widely at him then went back to his business face.

“Now, Turn the Page Books and More, I feel is the perfect fit for this event. We can have a limited book signing and reading. We would work with your agent for promotions and have your novel featured in our front window display.” Jared pulled out an official contract placing it on his desk, “Of course you’ll want your agent to read over that and once it’s signed we can begin preparations.”

He was impressed by all the work Jared put into this and reeling from the news of being on the bestsellers list, “I will have my agent read over this after myself and have it back to you by the end of the day tomorrow.”

Both men stood up, “I appreciate this opportunity Mr. Ackles and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed your novel. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow.” Jensen stepped from behind his desk to shake Jared’s hand.

“Thank you.” He pulled Jared into a hug, “Now stop being such a damn good business owner and let’s gather everyone to celebrate.”

“Damn right because this is fucking awesome! Congratulations buddy.”

A month later, Jensen was standing in front of his mirror trying to decide on if wearing a tie was too much or not. It was his first event of any kind for his novel and his stomach was buzzing with nerves.

“Hey there handsome.”

He turned around to see (Y/N) standing in the doorway wearing a simple flowy white dress. She walked over standing in front him, slipping the tie from around his neck. It was the simplest thing but from her it made his heart race.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N).” He said softly as she smiled.

(Y/N) walked into his closet pulling out a more casual yellow and gray plaid button down, “The Oxford is a little too much for this event. You need to be approachable and not the CEO of an investment firm.”

Jensen unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off and trading it for the one she was holding. He noticed her eyes traveling the length of his body as she sucked in a breath seeing him in only a plain under shirt. A smirk curled on his face as he put the other shirt on.

“Thanks.” He looked up to see her looking away walking towards the door. He took a deep breath remembering his promise to her.

Jared’s bookstore was located on 6th Street, which was a popular bar hopping, shopping part of downtown Austin. He first drove past the front of the store to see a line wrapping around the building of people holding copies of his book. He could not believe the amount of people there for his book and looked over to (Y/N) who was smiling from ear to ear.

“And you thought there would be no one here.” Her sing-song tone made him chuckle as he parked behind the bookstore.

Rachel was waiting outside for them pacing as she rubbed her swollen belly. Jensen said a silent prayer that she did not go into labor during this event. Not for his sake but for Jared’s since he knew his best friend had been freaking about this event all month.

“Finally! Jared is driving me crazy and I need you to calm his ass down before I kill him.” She ranted as Jensen leaned down kissing her cheek.

“You look gorgeous Momma now relax and I’ll handle the mad man.”

She sighed hugging him, “Bless you, you wonderful man.”

Before going inside Jensen looked back to see Rachel and (Y/N) having some kind of intense conversation. Curious, he made a mental note to ask her about it on his way to drop her off back home. He found Jared easily losing his mind trying to make everything perfect. After a few stern words and a smack on the face, Jensen finally got him to calm down.

The event went without a hitch. Meeting fans of his book was an experience he would never forget. Hearing how the Winchesters’ story helped them through some dark times and give them hope meant everything to him. A few young ladies flirted with him as well as a few older ones. He would smile politely, signing their books and then would scan the room for (Y/N). When his eyes would land on her everything in the world felt right again.

When it was time for the reading, Jared surprised him by reading one of his favorite parts in the book, “Chapter 22 - The Wayward Sons…”

***

Watching Jensen with his fans and hearing some of their stories was an amazing experience for her. (Y/N) remembered all the fangirls talking about how hot Jensen was and the jealousy raging through her body. Any time a girl would flirt with him, she had noticed his eyes scanning the room until they found her and then he would smile at her. That is when Rachel’s come to Jesus talk about her feelings for him would echo in her mind.

Make your move or you’re going to lose him to some other woman and I refuse to let that happen. You’re in love with him now tell him.

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