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deanbrainrotwritings · 1 year ago

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— THE BODY

SUMMARY : tish dared priestly to wear a dress to work in exchange for a week off. he looks so hot.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), smut, panty-kink, manhandling of priestly ;), sub!priestly or maybe he’s just being a feminist idk

WORD COUNT : 3.2k

A/N : title from close your eyes’ song. i’m still mad that he ended up looking normal in the end! there’s a bts reference on accident. also, also, i didn’t feel like writing this until I watched Rent, and I wanted to see jensen in a dress, lmao. anyway, i imagined him in this dress. we can also pretend it’s dean bc we all know he would. Xx

Priestly stepped into Y/N’s room, standing in the doorway like a toddler who had thrown up on themselves, waiting for her to look up at him. She was working on something in her laptop, her brows furrowed in focus, with her teeth pressing into her bottom lip.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye, “hey, Priestly,” she greeted distractedly. “How was your day, baby?” Still staring at the screen and typing away with two open books surrounding her bed, he stared at her pretty face intently, hoping she’d turn to look at him. When he dropped his bag loudly on the floor and didn’t reply, she finally turned to look at him, confused and concerned.

She’d studied his face first, smiling softly at his appearance, his hair in a Mohawk sprayed red, the black eyeliner that made the pretty colour of his eyes pop, his cute beard, the way his lips were a little unnaturally pink. He’d probably used some of her makeup, the tint that made the colour of lips look a little more natural.

But what made her blink at him in surprise was the white dress he was wearing. Almost instantly, a little smirk tugged at the corner of her lip and she quickly admired the way the dress fell over the curves of his body, tight and short with a sexy little slit on the front of his thigh.

He blushed, scratched anxiously at his beard and waited for her to say or do something as he stood there in the mini lace dress. The only thing that was off to her about his lovely appearance were the white socks and the matching Converse he was wearing, but other than that, he looked unsurprisingly pretty. He’d felt confident the whole day, but now he felt embarrassed and naked, which was new because Y/N usually enjoyed all his fashion choices.

“Wow,” she finally said, chuckling. “Come here, princess,” she teased, shutting her laptop and pushing it away along with her books. He rolled his eyes, pouted and walked towards her. Stomping towards her was more what he did, childishly he slouched in front of her, but he let her have a closer look at the dress.

He chewed on his lip when she hummed and curiously reached out to touch the lace of the sleeves. She slid her fingers down the slightly flared long sleeve, her fingers pinching the scallop edge experimentally, which matched the hem and the collar that covered the tattoo of his neck.

She bit her lip, looked up at him with a seductive smile when she moved her hand to the hem of the dress where the slit was. She undid the rhinestone buttons to make the slit longer, higher so she knew he wasn’t wearing boxers. Her lips were pressed together in amusement at the thought, he knew it, felt his face heat up even more when she slid her hand up to the dress to feel the silky underwear he was wearing.

“Ooh, sexy,” she smirked at him when she felt the lace edge of the underwear on his hips. She continued to stare up at him until he averted his gaze and shifted shyly, his fingers curling tightly around the hem of the dress. She finally looked down, peaked at the beige colour of the bikini underwear that nearly matched his skin, and pulled so it snapped against his skin.

She looked up at him again, let her eyes trail up the seams that followed the shape of his Ken-doll body, when she realised she could see his tattoos and his toned muscles. “Wait, it’s see-through?” She asked excitedly, sitting up on her knees to get a closer look at his chest, and saw his nipples through the thin material.

“Okay, I’m gonna take it off now…” he told her shyly, but she stopped him.

“Nuh-nuh, you look so fucking pretty.” Her voice had a little bit of awe and a flirtatiousness in it so he froze, his lips parted and he nodded mindlessly when she smoothed her hands down his sides. “So, what’s the story?” She grinned at him, moved her hands under the dress again to rest her hands on his hips.

“Well, Tish dared me to—oh!” He moaned, closing his eyes at the feeling of her warm hand moving up and down over his semi-hard dick. She hummed for him to continue, didn’t stop rubbing his dick as it hardened more, so he looked down at her in surprise. “Well, they all wanted to see me go through with it… I think they doubted I’d go through…” he bit his lip, paused to hold his breath when she moved her hand over the tip of his cock, and he knew she could feel the silky underwear dampen with precum.

His mind was hazy, jumbled and unfocused so he couldn’t tell his story straight. He had no idea where to begin or what was important, utterly unaware that what he was saying made absolutely no sense. He didn’t care, and frankly neither did she. She gathered those bits of information and didn’t question it, because in the end, all that mattered was that he looked and sounded so hot.

“Um… I’d get a week off if I went the whole day…” He trailed off and pouted when she moved her hand out from underneath the dress. He enjoyed getting this reaction out of her, his breath almost instantly became hot and heavy, his skin flushed and warm following the blood that moved with the rapid beat of his heart.

“A whole week for me?” She asked, just teasing a little. She leaned forward to kiss his neck, revelled in the little hitch in his breath, in him reaching out to hold her hips. He nodded, saying nothing in response, only wishing to enjoy her kisses on his throat, the rough bites on his neck, and possessive suckling under his jaw.

“Fuck,” he moaned, letting her continue to kiss him and feel the white dress on his body. She traced the rhinestone buttons on his chest with her curious fingers, from where it started at the collar to where it curved up over his peck and then down toward the side of his chest.

She pulled away from his neck, moved her lips down to his nipples and sucked at them through the lace. He bit his lip at first, nearly wanting to silence the sounds that started to bubble up in his chest, but decided against it when her fingers moved to tease his other nipple, brushing and pinching until he arched his back and he groaned hotly.

“Is this yours to keep?” She asked, getting off the bed to stand in front of him and change the position. He moved back to give her some space and nodded quickly, about to respond to her with an obedient ‘yes’, when she manhandled him onto the bed. He moaned—surprised and pleased, looked at her from over his shoulder and then turned to lay down on his back. “You’re so good,” she praised, pulling the soft sleep shorts she was wearing down her legs.

“Anything for you,” he murmured, trying to kick off the damned Converse from his feet. He struggled to even get them to move past the heel, instead his socks started to shift lower, and he bit his lip in his struggle.

She chuckled, starting to undo the buttons from the flannel that she’d stolen from him. He was sheepish in his failed attempts to remove his shoes, so he quit trying to get them off, distracted by the sight of her in his clothes. She didn’t give him time to admire her nakedness, because she focused on undoing his shoe-laces and then she slipped the shoes off his feet as if he were a princess. He was sure his face had turned red in that instant, but at the same time, he really liked the way she treated him so gently compared to how she’d pushed him onto the bed.

“I can’t believe me in a dress is doing it for you,” he said breathlessly, lifting the dress up his hips, and then watched her take her underwear off.

“Baby, anything you wear does it for me.” Her response was so quick and earnest, it made him swoon. His eyes softened, despite being aroused, he felt a warm feeling bloom in his chest. That was the case, until she crawled up his body and kissed his dick over the underwear, her tongue running flat over his bulge too. His heart lurched excitedly and his toes curled at the feeling, at the sight of her between his open legs.

She kissed his thighs, the way he would before he ate her out, teasingly and lovingly. She worshipped his body with her mouth and her fingers followed, thumbs smoothing over his hips bones, moving the underwear out of the way tortuously to create just a fract of pleasurable friction.

She lifted the dress up a little more, kissed his stomach, his pelvis, and everywhere else except for where he was twitching and throbbing for her attention. He didn’t even want it to end, didn’t dare to beg because he loved the wordless praise, loved the way she sucked at his skin to leave velvet marks, and the way she licked at his soft flesh, tasting him with little moans.

“Please,” it came out before he could stop it. He tensed a little when she stopped because he was definitely enjoying himself, but she was going up, reaching for his lips. His mouth parted, ready for hers but he groaned in irritation when she kissed his chin instead. She teasingly nipped at his lip, felt him squirm beneath her, and rubbed her wet pussy over his dick.

“Shit,” he hissed, a smirk growing on his face, “if I’d known women’s underwear felt this nice…” he chuckled, holding her hips and guiding her movements, distracted with the way she finally kissed him.

He could feel her arousal seep through the thin material of the women’s underwear he was wearing. He felt so needy when his cock was wet in her desire and throbbing to be inside the warmth of her cunt. He needed to guide this, needed to cum so bad, he started to lick into her mouth as soon as her lips were pressed against his. But she simply didn’t give in to him and he couldn’t give a damn about taking control when she was making him feel good, now sucking his tongue into her mouth so he felt like he wasn’t breathing.

He only moaned loudly into the kiss and let her grab his wrists to pin them over his head. He liked this, chased after her lips when she pulled away to stare at him smugly. He didn’t care about control or ending the foreplay, he just wanted to feel her close, always. But her small hand around his wrists wasn’t enough physical contact for him, he wanted to feel her everywhere.

So, he whined at her playfully and moved his hips up into her with care, struggling to keep his hands above his head simply because he wanted to feel her soft skin under his hands. He was squirming, getting needier by the second, just admiring her and wishing she could just be plastered all over his body forever.

“Just… let me enjoy this,” she said mischievously. She looked so hot in his flannel, with the ripped up sleeves that nearly covered most of her upper arms, the way it fell off her shoulders sexily now that she’d unbuttoned it, revealing her bare chest. The only good thing about summer in California was getting to see her look more sexy than usual by dressing half-naked at home. Or even better, wearing just his clothes with nothing underneath.

He pouted, rolled his eyes, and turned his face to the side. Even when she started to unbutton the dress at the top, he pretended to be uninterested. Even once her soft lips chased the skin she uncovered. He felt her smirk when he wiggled under her, and he clenched his fists to stop himself from touching her, because she may not have said it, but he wasn’t allowed to touch her right now. Her tongue started lapping at his velvety skin, tracing the tattoos she could reach, sucking where his skin was unmarked by ink.

“Tell me you’ve enjoyed this enough…” he whispered. Desperate for more, more friction, more of her touch, more of her everywhere.

“Then I’d be lying,” she murmured against his skin, “I don’t lie to you…” She pouted innocently, her eyes shining playfully, but still she moved up to kiss him again.

His hands moved instinctively to hold her face, but he stopped himself halfway and gripped the pillow beside him instead. He squeezed it tightly, desperately trying to hold onto something when she sucked on his lip, her hands sneaking down between their bodies to pull the underwear he was wearing aside.

“But I do want to move on to the fun part,” she whispered. When she wrapped her hand around his hard cock, he moaned, his head pressing back into the mattress. She didn’t even care if the red hairspray would taint the sheets seeing him look this beautiful and needy. She just gave him little kisses that began at the corner of his mouth and started to spread his precum over the tip and down the rest of his cock. “I’m gonna sit on your face later, it’s just so pretty,” she mumbled against his cheek.

“Fuck… yeah,” he agreed excitedly, turning his face to the side, hoping to reach her lips. “Let me touch you,” he murmured, trying to get her lips closer, but she was moving back, torturing him with a little smirk. Her hand tightened around his cock, squeezing to draw out a grunt from him, her gentle fingers massaging under the tip. “Please, baby, let me touch you,” he whispered, sounding more wrecked.

Her stomach clenched at his voice, but instead of giving in and responding, she kissed him roughly. He took that as an invitation and let go of the pillow to hold her face at last. She didn’t force him away this time, let him tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck, his tongue moving against hers deep in her mouth. His stomach was flipping excitedly at the taste of her, and his other hand began to move down her body, to slide his fingers through her wet folds.

They both pulled away at the same time to moan, his hand moving from behind her neck to grasp her thigh harshly instead. She panted on his lips when his fingers moved through her weeping cunt, sliding through the embarrassing amount of arousal that soaked her folds up to her clit. The feeling of how wet she was turned him on, all he could think was that he’d caused it, that and the flushed state she was currently in.

He slid his fingers through her wetness the way he’d do with his cock and brought them into her pussy, pushing deep so she stretched around his two fingers. He could feel her warmth and more arousal cover his hand when he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back into her. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, muffled her already soft moans with the dress he was wearing.

With her chest pressed against his, her nipples tightened when brushing against the lace of the dress and her walls fluttered around his fingers. With her hand on his chest, she sat up, moved her hand on his cock faster, twisting her wrist so deliciously he felt so close to his release and he didn’t want to stop it from happening, but he also didn’t want the pleasure to end so soon.

She ground her hips into his hand, getting her clit stimulated on his palm, and both of them looked away from each other to shamelessly watch their hands work between their bodies. Her small hand wrapped around him was slick in his precum, but not nearly as soaked as his hand was from her wetness. He groaned, grabbed her wrist to stop her from making him finish, and slipped his fingers out of her.

“Ready?” He whispered, patting the back of her thigh so she’d move closer, allowing him to fill her up all the way. She nodded, slipped out of the flannel, threw it over her books and lowered the panties he was wearing down to his knees. She snickered playfully, ignored his annoyed huff and the roll of his eyes when she finally lined the head of his cock with her entrance, slowly sinking down on him while biting her lip.

“So good,” she whispered distractedly, her breath catching in her throat the farther she took him into her cunt. She panted, ground her hips against his to adjust to the size of him, comforted by the way he brushed his thumbs along her hips. He waited patiently for her despite throbbing inside her, just slid his hands up to her waist, guiding her to lean over him slightly.

“I love you,” he breathed out, pulling her closer still, until she kissed him again. Her lips moved against his slowly, occasionally bumping against the labret stud, her nose brushing against the two nose ring hoops when she tilted her head. Once she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipped into his mouth, and she lifted her hips before she sank back down.

He moaned against her, squeezed her waist, and bent his knees but could only keep them apart a certain distance because the underwear started to dig painfully into the flesh of his taut thighs. It turned him on, both the knowledge of having worn panties, but also the feeling of being restricted. She knew that about him and he just knew that’s why she’d lowered the underwear where they were.

He thrusted up into her, met her thrusts slowly at first, until they both picked up the pace. With one of her hands beside his head and the other on his chest where his heart was, she stabilised herself. She felt every inch of him move in and out of her smoothly, then watched him crumble slowly almost as close as she was to her orgasm.

He was holding back and she knew it, brought her hand away from beside his head to rub quick circles on her clit. Right as her walls fluttered around him and she moaned his name, he came inside her, falling apart so prettily beneath her with a strangled moan.

“I love you,” she murmured, resting all her weight on him, finally returning his sentiment. He wrapped his arms around her, smiling tiredly, but otherwise felt so light and warm from his orgasm. Holding her was just a bonus and kissing her was the main treat.

He whined playfully when she shifted and started to pull away, pouted when she moved off his lap, but let her remove the underwear which was keeping him restrained. She threw it carelessly onto the floor and climbed up his body again while smiling softly and placed a kiss on his forehead, her lips lingering lovingly. “Never change, Boaz Priestly,” she murmured.

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portalibis · 2 years ago

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“The personification of the initial cause of all action, the Magician (Arcana 1) hustles about and cannot relax, so he is represented as standing, as opposed to the Priestess (Arcana 2) who is seated motionless and calm, impenetrable and priestly. She is the priestess of mystery, Isis, the goddess of deep night and without her help the human spirit could not penetrate the darkness.

Her right hand holds half open the book of secrets which no one can take from her unless the Priestess gives him the keys which she holds in her left hand. Of these keys which open hidden aspects of things (Esotericism) one is gold and is related to the Sun, (Word, Reason) and the other silver, hence having an affinity with the Moon (Imagination, intuitive lucidity).

That means that one must unite strict logic and sweet impressionability if one aspires to divine hidden things, the knowledge which Natute hides from a great number of us.

The divination which the Priestess inspires, applies to the discernment of reality which hides behind the veil of what is apparent to our senses. For the intuitive person, favoured by Isis, phenomena are a façade, which, by preventing physiological vision, stimulate the vision of the mind.

On leaving Unity in which all is merged, (Arcana 1) we come to the sphere of the Binary or of differentiation, it is the entrance square to the Temple of Solomon, wherein tise the two columns of Jachin and Boaz between which is enthroned the Priestess, in front of a veil with iridescent folds which mask the entry to the sanctuary.”

— Tarot of the Magicians, by Oswald Wirth

Pic. Source: The Tarot of Leonora Carrington

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31miw-inkpsycho · 5 years ago

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Ten Inch Hero

I just need some more’ Priestly x Reader’s, because he is bae and I love him. For everybody who shares this love for this character, and wants to get more ‘x reader’s with him, please reblog this to get some traction and have more writers see this. And also add you favorite gif of Jensen, Dean, or Priestly.

I mean, look at him. Adorable little….. hot and sexy……wait where was I going with this…..oh yeah…. turnip.

P.S. I will also write fanfics about him and other characters if you send in a request.

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quiddy-writes · 8 years ago

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Hey, it’s Sunday and there’s no new Good To You. Because I’m the worst. So, here’s some Priestly for today and the next bit of Good To You will come by one day this week (probably Tuesday at the earliest), but this is to, hopefully, placate y’all.

But, basically, my friend at work just watched the movie and he was like, “So, you got me to watch Supernatural and now Ten Inch Hero…dude…I think I’m in love with this guy.” So, yeah, Priestly feels. :D

Finally, shout out to ElRoy for reading over this for me! :D You’re the best, sweetie!

Fandom: Ten Inch Hero Pairing: Priestly x Reader Inspiration: ElRoy’s marvelous imagine (and the other one, too) Words: 1,176 Warnings: Swearing, terrible puns, and sass Previous Parts: The Kilt Is Sexy - Getting Inked – Happy Halloween - Beach Day

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Priestly had awoken this particular morning with a sleeping Y/N resting on his chest. Her mouth was open and she was drooling slightly, with one arm trapped between his back and the back of the couch. Her other hand was hanging limply off the side of the couch. His left arm was wrapped around her, the other resting under his head. Their legs were a tangled mess and barely fit on the loveseat they were cuddling on.

He smiled, tightening his hold on her and bringing his other hand down to wipe some hair from her face. She grumbled quietly and buried her face deeper into his shirt.

Y/N was definitely not a morning person.

“Wakey wakey, Y/L/N,” Priestly nudged her.

She answered with a groan. “No…”

“You’re meeting Shannon in a few hours.”

“Shannon’ll be fine.”

Priestly let her rest a minute more, not in too much of a hurry to get up either.

She had spent the previous night at his place, going through another movie marathon interspersed with making out. This time, she’d been able to pick the movies, so they watched a bunch of her old favorite black and white movies, like Rebecca, The Haunting, and Shadow of a Doubt. Priestly admitted to liking them all, but still preferred his movies. She accepted this answer.

Finally, Y/N sighed heavily and pushed herself up, resting her hands on the couch. With barely open eyes, she groaned, “You’ve got work today, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck…fine,” she grumbled, awkwardly climbing off of her boyfriend.

Once standing, she stretched her arms above her head, arching her back like a cat. She then rubbed her eyes before holding her hands out to her boyfriend. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

Now the dawn had come and Y/N had the day off. Priestly planned to drop her off at her dorm then head on into work. She bemoaned her fate: studying for her upcoming finals.

However, their plans were changed when Trucker called Priestly that morning, asking for supplies.

Y/N was in her sweatpants and tank-top from the night and was shrugging on one of Priestly’s hoodies. When he hung up, he gave her a playful glare before she simply said, “I’m your girlfriend. I’m entitled.”

He’d answered that with a soft kiss to her temple. “C’mon, I’ll drop you off before I go shopping.”

“Nah, that’s stupid. I’ll go with you. What if you need to buy tampons?”

Priestly rolled his eyes. “Do they have to tell you everything?”

“Stop being so adorable and they’d stop telling me these stories.”

He threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. “I wish you weren’t all so close.”

She frowned, letting her head fall against his chest. “Is it weird for you that Tish and I get along?”

“No,” He shook his head. “I mean, Tish and I were never gonna last, and we ended things well enough…”

“If it helps, she hasn’t told me any horror stories from dating you.”

“That’s because I’m an amazing boyfriend.”

“This is true,” she leaned up, grinning wildly as she pressed a quick to his lips. “C’mon, we don’t want you to be late.”

“They’re used to it,” he mumbled, leaning down to deepen the kiss.

“C’mon,” She pulled away regretfully. “We need to go or we’ll never leave.”

He sighed, grabbing his keys and her hand before heading out.

Priestly pushed the cart around as Y/N grabbed things from the shelves of the nearby bodega. He was leaning against the handrail as she threw things from the shelves into the cart.

“Any brand preferences?” she asked.

He pointed it out, and she grabbed a few loaves. They were unceremoniously dropped into the cart, and they moved on.

Y/N began speaking to herself quietly, trying to make sure that she didn’t forget anything.

Priestly just watched her. He watched the way her hair, thrown up into a messy bun that was quickly becoming unraveled, was shining in the shitty lighting; the way his hoodie made her look like she was drowning in cloth; the way she pursed her lips in thought; and even the way that her half-broken flip-flops slapped the floor loudly with every step.

She turned to him, her eyebrows raising in question.

“Sorry, what?”

“Welcome back to Earth,” she teased. “Did you enjoy your trip?”

“It was awesome. Missed you, though,” he shrugged.

“Ah yes, it was a hard six seconds to be without you too,” she rolled her eyes. “I said I think we can go, we’ve got everything.” She then walked up beside him to wrap her arms around his waist. “After you, my good man.”

Priestly grinned as he pushed the cart towards the front. Y/N nestled herself slightly more into his arms, and he even let go of the cart to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

As they rolled up to the cashier, there stood two boys, each holding boxes of tampons and doing the silent “how you doin’?” to every woman who walked past.

Then they honed in on Priestly and Y/N.

Their eyes widened comically.

Y/N cocked her head to the side and awkwardly waved, unsure of what to do.

They looked at her and back to Priestly as though he was a mythical figure, like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

It took Priestly a long time to remember them, and he laughed breathlessly when he did. He pressed a long kiss to Y/N’s temple, hugging her closer than before.

She giggled like a schoolgirl before pulling out of his grip. “C’mon Casanova, focus.”

Priestly then focused entirely on her, helping her put everything on the counter to be rung up. He watched her speak pleasantly with the cashier, a polite smile on her face—not the one he’d seen that morning when they’d kissed, nor the one that she’d donned when he had hugged the life out of her during the scene with Eleanor and Theo watching their bedroom door the night before, but one she pulled out to be nice and to make things go easier.

They were done quickly, and, their arms full of bags, began to leave.

Priestly stopped in the doorway, letting Y/N walk out ahead of him. After taking a few steps, she stopped and turned to see him not moving.

His green eyes were taking in every inch of her in that moment. He gave a soft smile, which she answered with a confused one of her own.

Then he looked back into the market, back at the two “men” standing in their corner with eyes as big as dinner plates.

He then shouted “Peace!” and awkwardly threw up a peace sign without dropping a bag. It then flipped into his middle finger as he walked out.

Y/N laughed as her boyfriend joined her. “What the fuck was that?”

He shrugged. “Tish left out the best part.”

“How dare she. You must, of course, fix this grievous error.”

“Of course, milady,” he nodded, heading towards his car. “Happy to be of service.”

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addictofsupernatural · 6 years ago

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Writing Requests

Rules :

No incest

No threesome type of stuff

That's pretty much it

Requests :

I accept almost any request, but I'll let you know if your request is something I'm not comfortable with. The reason why I don't write a lot is because I can write things down easily once I've come up with an idea, but ideas are hard to think of.

Characters :

Any Supernatural character

Any Dark Angel character

Priestly from Ten Inch Hero

Any Riverdale character

Ideas :

It can be based off of:

Songs

AUs

Specific Episodes (unless Priestly)

Your own imagination

I only write character x reader fics btw

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nerdywrites · 7 years ago

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The One With The Mohawk

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x reader

Summary: When the reader moves into an apartment next to a guy with colorful hair, she doesn’t expect the adventures that come with it.

Warnings: none at the moment

A/N: I have to write this series because there aren’t enough Priestly fics, and he’s an actual teddy bear and who doesn’t love him??

A/N: 2: If you haven’t seen Ten Inch Hero yet, I strongly suggest you do. I found the whole thing on YouTube.

There were to many stairs.

That was (Y/n)’s first impression of the apartment building she just moved into. Of course, there was an elevator, but just to her luck it was broken. Leaving her to climb up the steps all the way to the fifth floor. Truly, it wasn’t as bad as she made it seem, but exaggerating was one of (Y/n)’s specialties.

Another thing she was good at was arguing, which is why she used to be in law school. But after finishing pre-law, she got a call from her mother in Santa Cruz saying that her dad was sick and they needed her help taking care of things.

And with that, (Y/n) booked a one-way plane ticket and rented an apartment near the hospital.

The person who lived next to her blasted their music extremely loud.

That was (Y/n)’s second impression of her new building. Being a fan of rock music she didn’t mind, in fact, it made her want to meet her new neighbor even more.

The only reason it could be as a bit of a bother, was because the music came on late at night, sometimes lasting until 1am. However, because (Y/n) had more trouble than normal falling asleep, she couldn’t complain.

It wasn’t the most expensive place in the whole city, yet it wasn’t cheap. (Y/n) was still saving for law school, which she planned on attending when her father recovered. Adding on the fact that she wasn’t living with a roommate in some crappy apartment building that was located next to the campus, and populated only by college kids. No, this apartment was nicer, and without a roommate, she had to pay the full price.

Meaning one thing, (Y/n) needed a job.

Despite the countless job offers that were listed online, none of them seemed to fit (Y/n). There were many places that needed a hostess, or someone to work the front desk. She figured that as long as she was going to be here away form school, she might as well enjoy herself. Which is why she couldn‘t fill out any applications.

Just as she closed her laptop, giving up for the day, the music from next door flowed through the walls.

Carry on my wayward son

There’ll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don‘t you cry no more

(Y/n) determined that she really needed to meet her neighbor, especially after they played her favorite song.

And with the one song, her stressful night became a good one as she danced around to the guitar solos.

A woman with long dirty blonde hair was walking toward her, and soon went into a shop with crystals lining the shelves. But she didn’t leave before looking over at a sandwich shop across the street.

Realizing just how hungry she was after searching for jobs around town, (Y/n) walked over, but stopping before she opened the door. There was a ‘help wanted’ sign on the window, and under it, the words “normal” people need not apply.

(Y/n) knew immediately that this job wasn’t like the others she was looking at. She also knew that she was about as far from normal as you could get. So she walked in, and as cheesy as it sounds, felt at home.

There was a man waiting in line before her, one who a pretty brunette was flirting with saying she “hated sex” and why, causing (Y/n) to suppress a laugh as she knew this wasn’t true. But the man seemed to fall for it, and turned around in a daze, bumping her shoulder on his way out.

“What do you need?” the girl from earlier asked, a cheery smile on her face.

“A job” (Y/n) answered simply “and trust me, I’m the opposite of normal.” Though, she couldn‘t think of a way to show it.

A man behind the counter turned and started to say something “It’s y-” but was cut off by the flirt from earlier “I thought we told you last time there has to be an interview Trucker” everyone in the shop agreed.

“That’s fine” (Y/n) expected a professional interview with questions like where have you worked before or how are you around people, but that’s not what happens in that sandwich shop apparently.

“Elvis, dead or alive?” Trucker asked

“Alive”

“FINALLY!” cheered a man behind the counter with a green mohawk and a shirt that said ‘that’s a horrible idea, what time?’

(Y/n) laughed and listened to the next question, which was asked by the brunette “Andy Kaufman?”

“Definitely dead”

“Jerry Garcia?“

(Y/n) thought and looked at Trucker “grateful and dead”

“Mariah Carey?”

“Acting, dead. Singing, Alive”

“Why’d you come to Santa Cruz?” and old lady behind her said as she pet her chihuahua.

“To help my parents”

The man in the booth behind her spoke “Are you a virgin?” causing everyone to groan.

Trucker even muttered “Mr. Julius, we asked you not to say that last time”

“No, but I used to be.”

“You’re not a witch by any chance?” Trucker asked when everyone finished laughing.

“Is that a job requirement?”

The brunette, whose name (Y/n) still didn’t know, responded “Trucker’s blazin’ for the woman who owns the crystal store across the street. He thinks she’s wicked.”

A girl with short blonde hair who sat behind the computer spoke for the first time “They’re soulmates, except she isn’t exactly aware of it yet.”

Trucker turned to the group, cutting them all off “Okay everybody, time to vote. All in favor of hiring-”

“(Y/n)”

“Raise your hands”

The man with the colored hair immediately jumped and shot his hand up in the air. (Y/n) chuckled, knowing this was because of the Elvis question from earlier, that most people must answer ‘dead’ to.

One by one after him, everyone in the sandwich shop raised their hands, causing (Y/n) to jump for joy.

#boaz #priestly #boaz priestly #ten inch hero #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #boaz priestly x reader #boaz x reader #priestly x reader #ten inch hero x reader #danneel ackles #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles x you #ten inch hero imagine

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zepskies · 1 month ago

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Okay, now that I was able to go through the list, time for some questions! From your ask game, how about #7, #12, #15, and #25? And I didn't see it on there but is there a character/genre you never expected to like writing for but ended up enjoying it? 🤔

I love it I love it! Thanks, Michelle! I sent you a few too.~ 💓💓 So people know, this is still from the End of Year Asks.

#7. Comfort character to create for

It's changed over the years depending on my fixations, but right now (and for the past 2 years), it's definitely Dean freakin' Winchester.

#12. A concept you’d like to develop next year

Oof, how much time you got? 🤣

I have a few WIPs that are already drafted and in the editing phases for next year -- including all of my remaining fics for @jacklesversebingo. (Jacklesverse Bingo24 Masterlist here!)

More specifically, I have plans to write sequel fics for the following series:

Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader): Their son's first birthday, with a flashback to their wedding day.

Unravel Me (Soldier Boy x POC!Reader): The prequel series to Lost in Translation, in which Ben meets the reader (afro Latina).

Every Second Counts (Russell Shaw x Reader): Can Russell make good on his promise to "get out" and start his brewery? (AKA: his past comes knocking, and might just put the reader in danger. Diving deeper into the Shaw family history too.)

Take Me Home (Beau Arlen x Reader): Because YOU, Michelle, put the idea of Beau and the reader from this series getting married into my head, and I feel like it would be a fun and somewhat angsty road to get there lol. 😂

#15. An area of your art you feel you improved on

Oooh now this one really made me think.

I feel like other people who've been reading my work for a while might be able to give me better insight into this, but I do feel like I've gotten better at balancing the angst and tension of a story with romantic fluff and humor, witty banter, etc.

You can't have the lighthearted romance without the heavier notes of the keyboard, know what I mean? lol

But too much angst isn't all that fun for me either. So something I've learned in studying screenwriting is how to try and build up to those high-tension, dramatic moments, but also have the payoff and catharsis of hurt/comfort and sweet fluff. Ebbs and flows.

#25. A scene or image that lives rent-free in your head

Veeery interesting. Of my own writing or someone else's? Recently I've had scenes from Outlander (Dean Winchester x OFC | Western AU) replaying in my head, probably because I've been editing each part over and over. 😂

But also in reading Polaris by @waynes-multiverse, there's a scene where the reader has just found out that Randy (her husband) is actually alive...but she's already been in a loving relationship with Beau for a while now. This bit of description from Chapter 9 has filtered in and out of my head ever since I read it because it was so damn brilliant:

The cool, breezy autumn air whipped you across your face, a sharp, frigid sting in your lungs that burned right through to your heart. Each breath you desperately clutched was a fight for life. Your mind, moonstruck and lunatic, spun complicated cobwebs. Your feeble body and fragile bones threatened to crumble and crack underneath the devastating weight of the truth. You crouched down on the parking lot asphalt, head heavy in your shaking hands. “Hey, hey, just breathe…” Beau’s deep voice and warm hand on your back were a short-lived comfort before the first sob broke through you.

Bonus Question: Is there a character/genre you never expected to like writing for but ended up enjoying it? 🤔

That's an awesome question. I think I could have a few different answers for this, but Soldier Boy very much took me by surprise. We've talked about this before, but when I watched season 3, the first thing I thought of with his character was, How could he be redeemed?

And Break Me Down was born. 🤣 It was also my first ever enemies to lovers fic, though I didn't consciously realize that when I started developing the series. Of course, you know what happened after that. It's become a whole damn universe of fics. 😅💚

Another example would be Boaz Priestly from 10 Inch Hero. I NEVER thought I would write for that character, but after rewatching the movie last year, he was just too adorable -- and different from any role Jensen has played. I ended up writing a couple of fics for him, not knowing if I was getting his character write (like Soldier Boy lmao). But I so enjoyed writing to his quirks and writing a reader character that I thought could match him. 💜

Thank you SO much for these questions, Michelle!! And Happy New Year! I hope you like the questions I picked out for you. 😘

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daughterofcain-67 · 1 year ago

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𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

(Boaz Priestly x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In honor of spooky season, The Beach City Grill is throwing a Horror movie night event by putting on the movie Scream! The employees are excited, and so are some of the regulars. Your friends, Piper, Jen and Tish invite you to come because she knows you're another regular at the grill. But the thing is, you hate scary movies, crime shows or anything dealing with blood. Which will be scarier? Actually watching this movie, or embarrassing yourself in front of a guy you like?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader has a phobia of blood, spoilers for the 1996 Scream movie. Fluffy Priestly. Costumes!

"Here, Y/N. Trucker's having us try handing out coupons for discounts." Tish said with a smile on her face and you grinned.

"Thanks, Tish! I'll be sure to use it again when I come back." You promised. You had been going to The Beach City Grill for the past couple of years, visiting as often as twice a week during your lunch break or on the weekends.

"Hey Y/N! Tish did you tell her about tomorrow night?" Piper asked as she came out of the back, you assumed it was for some kind of supplies.

"Something's happening tomorrow night?"

"Oh that's right! Y/N, you should totally swing by! We're having a movie night and since Halloween is coming up we're gonna watch Scream!" The red headed girl explained and you started to feel a little uneasy.

"A horror movie?" You said with a nervous chuckle.

Then you heard a door open up followed by an abrupt, "Alright everybody calm down! I've arrived!"

When you looked over you saw Priestly and today his hair was colored blue again. He had one of his usual humorously inappropriate shirts that tended to get you to chuckle. But today he wore a kilt which was the first time you've seen him in one but you weren't at all surprised by his attire.

"Well it's about time you showed up, Priestly." Jen teased from behind the computer before continuing, "Tish is trying to convince Y/N to come over tomorrow for movie night."

"Oh yeah? Y/N you should totally come over! I'm bringing the popcorn!" Priestly insisted.

Your heart fluttered at the idea of Priestly wanting you to go to this thing. You couldn't deny that you sort of had a thing for the cook. But your main concern wasn’t the fact that if the movie was scary.

The concern was this: would happen if you made a fool out of yourself because you were scared of blood?

"I'm not so sure... scary movies aren't exactly my thing." You admitted.

"It's not too scary, though! The Scream movies are more comedy rather than actually horror. They mostly mock other horror films even if they're doing the exact same things they're throwing other movies over the bus for." Piper commented as she stepped out from behind the counter to paint on the wall.

"Which they executed the irony in all of it pretty well." Trucker said with a chuckle.

"I remember watching that movie when it came out in the theaters." the owner of the grill continued as he started taking a look at some orders that came in.

"Honestly, I'm not into the scary movie thing either, Y/N, but it's really not that bad." Jen insisted. And she's more so the one you believe about this kind of thing. If Jen can handle it, who's to say you can't handle it either?

"Well... Then yeah, I guess I'll go." You finally agreed and you watched Priestly get the biggest grin on his face.

"Great! Don't forget to dress up in some kind of costume." He said as he went to the back to clock in and grab an apron.

"O-Okay?"

You watched him leave before you looked at the three girls who seemed to be intently watching you and Priestly. They all seemed to either have smirks or some kind of knowing look.

"What?" You asked and Tish chuckled.

"Oh nothing. Just the moment the cook comes up with the idea of you joining us you're all for it." She said and your cheeks started to warm up.

"Well no, it's more because Jen said it wasn't that bad of a movie."

"And you wouldn't be disappointed if Priestly suddenly decided he couldn't make it tomorrow night?" Piper asked and you shrugged a little.

"If he's there, great! If not, plans change all the time." You said, trying to be as convincing as possible.

"So it's like a dress up kind of thing? So what will you all be going as?" You tried to change the subject.

"I think I might go with some kind of cat costume." Tish said.

"Awe and here I thought you'd dress as some kind of cheer leader to mess with whatever guy finds their way here." Priestly said as he walked out and went to his station. Tish gave him a playful little punch since they were always picking on each other about different things anyway. But you hoped he didn't hear too much about what you were talking about earlier.

"As compared to you dressing up as... a normal guy?" Tish came back with a hand on her hip and an arched brow.

"I wouldn't say the Men in Black are normal. I mean what kind of normal guy would go willingly to monitor and micromanage aliens. I mean it sounds like a really good job and if I could find an application I would." Priestly replied.

"I think you'd be mistaken as an alien." Tish chuckled.

"What about you two? What will you go as?" You asked Jen and Piper.

"I don't know, I haven't really put much thought into what I'll dress up as. Dressing up isn't really my thing." Jen said.

"Well, what if you went as a little ladybug? That would be cute." Piper said, referencing the username she used to contact Fuzzy22.

"Well I guess that could work. Either that or maybe Pooh Bear." Jen said, thinking of a more modest sort of costume.

"I think I might go as Alice, from Alice in Wonderland." Piper commented.

"Which version? The animated one or...?" Priestly asked.

"The animated one. It's one of Disney's classics after all! And the dress was pretty cute too." Piper answered and looked at you before smiling warmly.

"And what about you? What are you thinking about dressing up as?"

"Me? Umm..." You trailed off as you tried to think of something you could be. If it was a movie night you wanted to be comfortable. "I might go to Walmart and find some kind of onesie to put on. Maybe Jack Skellington or something. I won't really have time to go home and change clothes after work tomorrow so I may just throw that on."

"Well hey, plus they're comfy! Once you get home you won't even have to change out of a complicated costume." Tish smiled.

"So is there like.. anything you guys want me to bring since I'll be coming over for the movie?" You asked.

"No, kiddo. We've got everything handled with the Popcorn and we'll have some little sandwiches left if people didn't have the chance to grab a bite before swinging by." Trucker promised.

"All you've gotta do is come on by with that smile of yours. Maybe bring some good karma along with you."

"No luck with Zo yet?" You asked and Tucker chuckled before shaking his head before you grinned, "I think providing dinner and just having this fun little movie night will help you and your karma on its own."

You looked down at your watch and your eyes widened when you realized you were running a little late and your lunch break was almost over.

"I've gotta run, guys. But I'll see you tomorrow."

You've pulled up into The Beach City Grill's driveway and you felt a little nervous. You ended up changing your mind about the onesie thing and you dressed up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, you were both lucky and thankful that your costume from a few years ago fit you. But there was the matter of the movie you would be watching.

"You'll be okay. It's just a movie. All of it's just props and some kind of nineties special effects." You told yourself, trying to give yourself a little pep talk so you wouldn't psych yourself out.

You took in a deep breath and let it out before you got out of the car and went inside the building. You saw all the staff members there already and they were dressed in their costumes. Piper was the first one to see you.

"Don't you look adorable, Dorothy!" She smiled and you grinned, suddenly glad you changed your mind and put in a little more effort into the costume.

"Thanks, Alice." You replied and you looked around, realizing you were a bit early.

"Where is everyone?" You asked curiously.

"Well, we've still got a few minutes to finish setting up. If you'd like to help you're more than welcome to. I'm about to put up the screen for the projector." Jen said, you nodded and started helping her out.

As you two were hanging up the projector, Jen looked over at you, "I'm really glad you decided to come. I know a certain someone was a little worried you'd chicken out."

"Who? Tish?" Jen shook her head as she stepped up on her step ladder to hang up her side of the screen.

"Nope. Priestly." She replied and the name took you by surprise.

"Why would he be worried that I wouldn't show up?" You couldn't help but ask.

"Well I mean you said yourself that scary movies aren't your thing. Tish said he even asked Tucker if they should change the movie to something a little more.. family friendly like Nightmare Before Christmas or Beetlejuice or something."

That was a little shocking because you didn't think Priestly would suggest doing something like that. Piper sure. Tish? Maybe. But you thought Priestly would be all for this Scream thing.

"He really didn't have to do that. Besides, Scream would be the first horror film I've seen. Might as well give it a shot right?" You said.

"Wait you've never even seen scary films?" Tish asked as she joined the conversation. You shook your head.

"Well, I guess its a good thing we're still watching that then. That way you can say you've at least seen one." She insisted and you grinned as you finished hanging up your side of the projector screen.

You stepped off the ladder and fixed your apron and looked over at Tish, "Yeah I guess. I'm sure it'll be fun."

You heard the door open and when you looked over you saw Priestly carrying a box of popcorn. He had his hair colored green that day and he was wearing sunglasses, which was kind of confusing because you thought it would be harder for him to see at night. But he was wearing a suit like he's from the MIB.

"So you found an application after all?" You joked and smiled at him.

Priestly turned his head and took one look at you before he felt a lump in his throat. You looked really cute with your tea-length Dorothy dress and apron. You even had a pair of sparkly shoes on and your hair was in two low pigtails, braided halfway much like Judy Garland's character. You were adorable and his brain was short-circuiting big time.

In truth, Priestly knew he didn't have a chance with Tish because he saw the guys she went out with. And he noticed you coming into the shop more and more shortly after your first visit.

You two didn't have too many interactions with one another but on the limited occasions that you did get to talk, you had always been so sweet and didn't seem to care about his goofy shirts, the colors in his hair that changed daily, or even the artificial holes in his head.

You were always so sweet to him and he couldn't deny that a small part of him was growing interested in you. But he wasn't sure if he should try to show any of that interest. What if he was wrong? Of course this was such a judgmental and superficial world, there was always a possibility of him being wrong.

"Priestly? You okay?" Your voice snapped him from his thoughts and he chuckled before taking off his sunglasses.

"Better than okay. Ready to get the party started!" He exclaimed, resuming as if everything is normal.

“Priestly! It’s about time you showed up..” Trucker laughed.

“I had to grab the popcorn! It can’t be a movie night without it after all!”

“Great! And Y/N can help you make it.” Piper said and from the corner of his eye he saw the girl dressed as Alice nudge you into his direction. The tips of his ears started to turn a little pink.

“Sure. I could use the help back there.” He insisted and he grinned at you, “Besides, it could be fun showing you the back of this place.”

He watched the way you grinned almost sheepishly and he smiled to himself before he started leading you to the back. He grabbed some ziplock bags so it would be easy to distribute to people when they got there. Then, he started up the grill, melted some butter before he opened the jar of popcorn kernels.

“You know how to pop popcorn without the maker?” He heard you ask and he smirked.

“Sweetheart, there’s more than one way to do almost anything.” He replied.

Besides, it’s not that hard. We’ve tried having a movie night before and we did have a popcorn machine but it broke. Jen looked up other ways to make popcorn online. Obviously you can pop popcorn in a normal skillet as long as you’ve got a lid over it. With some tweaking, I figured the grill was just a big skillet pan and I found this which would serve as a good enough ‘lid’ or whatever. Then voila! We had popcorn for that movie night.”

“Creative problem solving. You guys never cease to amaze me you know that?”

“It’s more so the girls that got the creative problem solving thing under their belts. I just execute the ideas.”

While the grill was warming up, Priestly took off his suit jacket before he rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt he wore up to his elbows. He placed the jacket over the counter next to Jen’s computer before he started getting to work.

As Priestly rolled up his sleeves, you could feel your cheeks burning up and you glanced away before you focused on opening the box of Ziplock bags. Once you started opening some of them you started looking for something to use to serve the popcorn into the bags. Once you found one, you could already hear the popping of the popcorn kernels.

“Can I ask you something?’” You could hear the cook ask.

“Yeah. Shoot.”

“How come you aren’t too fond of horror movies?”

You weren’t sure how you should respond. What if he thought your fear of blood was stupid? He’d probably laugh at you like you were some child afraid of the dark.

“They just aren’t my thing. But I didn’t have anything else to do tonight and Jen, Trish and Piper made it sound like tonight would be really fun. So why waste a night doing nothing?” You asked. It was mostly true, but of course you didn’t want to reveal everything.

You could tell he was listening while he was busy over the grill but you couldn't help the skeptical look on his face as if he didn't believe you. At this, you bit your lip and looked away. When the popcorn is done, he served it in a bowl and you started serving the popcorn into the Ziplock bags.

After you've filled about a dozen and a half bags you finally spoke again.

"I'm not a fan of horror films because... I have this thing when I see-"

"Hey guys! Guests are arriving!" You could hear Tish announce and you cleared your throat a little, somewhat thankful that you didn't get to finish your train of thought.

"I'm gonna go set these out for everyone." You spoke quickly and took the bags before going out to the front where the others were.

Once everyone was settled in for the movie with their popcorn and any other snacks and drinks, you sat down in one of the booths near the back where the doors were. Priestly, Tish, Piper and Jen were a couple of rows in front of you in some of the chairs they set out. A lot of regulars were in their little costumes and you hoped that this would be a fun night for everyone that came.

The movie started off alright for you. You could almost predict the moments when you had to close your eyes or look away from the screen in Drew Barrymore's scene.

You had to admit that the rest of the movie had a pretty good plot and you liked it so far. Stu was pretty funny and you like the way Matthew Lillard plays his character. Skeet Ulrich played Billy really well too and you had to admit, he was pretty cute. But Neve Campbell did great in her role as Sidney too, and you were pretty glad that she was evidently a reoccurring main actress according to Tish. Not that you were sure you'd watch the other movies.

Then the scene at Stu's house came on. Everything went fine because it was just the party scene right now. Then the killings started. The Tatum scene was alright you supposed because you didn't see any blood. But the moment Ghostface was in the room with Billy and Sidney and you watched Billy get stabbed and he was covered with blood while Ghostface cleaned off his knife, you knew you were about to hurl.

You got up and rushed outside as quietly as you could because you didn't want to disrupt anyone during the climax of the film.

You turned around the corner where the trash was normally taken out. You found some bushes and the next thing you knew you were hunched over emptying out your lunch along with the popcorn you were snacking on a few minutes ago.

You were too distracted to hear the footsteps behind you, but you felt a large hand on your back and the other hand was pulling your pigtails back so they weren't in your way. Somehow you knew it must've been Priestly behind you and it was relieving that it wasn't a stranger, but embarrassing to no end that he was seeing you like this.

After a few moments when you were sure you were in the clear, you covered your mouth so Priestly wouldn't have to smell your breath.

"Sorry you had to see that."

He looked at you with a little apologetic grin, "No worries. I'm more worried about how your feeling." He continued as he offered you a stick of gum.

You thanked him for the gum and popped it into your mouth, trying to ignore how badly your throat stung after a few seconds ago, "I'm better now that it's over with. Sucks that it was a waste of good popcorn."

Priestly chuckled a little and moved a strand of hair away from your face, "There's always another time for popcorn. Maybe the next movie night won't be so bad."

"It wasn't that the movie was scary. The plot was pretty good. It was just the blood." You admitted and tried not to gag remembering the stabbing scene.

"I think the movie's almost over anyways. Why don't I go back inside and get you like a Sprite or something and I can drive you home? I don't want you driving incase you get sick again." He insisted and you didn't exactly have the energy to fight him on anything right now. You hated that he missed the rest of the movie because of you though.

"Are you sure? I really think I'll be okay to head home." You said and he shook his head.

"Nope, I'll take you home. No worries. Besides, I already watched the movie anyways and I know the ending." He shrugged and he helped you up off the ground.

As the two of you were on your way back you could see that there were some people leaving and you assumed that the movie was over. When the two of you walked inside you saw the credits rolling and you rubbed the back of your neck. You didn't realize how long you had been out in the alley.

Priestly went behind the counter and grabbed a cup while the girls went over to you.

"Hey, you alright? What happened?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just needed some fresh air. I was feeling a little queasy near the end of the movie." You admitted.

"Do you want any crackers or anything? I think we may have some in the back or something." Jen said, trying to be helpful which was sweet of her but you shook your head.

"No thanks, I've got some back at home." You said and Priestly came back with the Sprite and handed it to you.

"Alright, Dorothy. Lets get you back home." Priestly said and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You were trying so hard not to combust really because this has been the most interaction you've every had with Priestly. You hated what circumstances that triggered it though. Of all things, it was because of a reaction to blood. Great.

"Well I guess I'll see you guys later?" You asked and the girls nodded yet not quite in sync.

"Yeah we'd better see you soon! You know we're still open on Saturdays so come on and swing by." You heard Tish say with a bright smile.

Once you pulled up to the house you looked over at Priestly, "Thank you for helping me out tonight. You really didn't have to."

"You don't have to keep thanking me, I'm happy to help you out." He promised.

"Well still, it was a nice gesture. I owe you one." You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Priestly could feel a heat rising to his neck and he cleared his throat a little. But now that you said you owed him one, he started getting an idea or two.

"Actually, there's one way you can thank me if you insist on continuing to say it." Priestly said and bit his lip and you could tell he was a little nervous.

"Um.. okay? What do you have in mind?" You asked him.

"Well, why don't we have a movie do-over? Just you and me and we'll watch a movie. Whatever you want it to be. I'll bring some snacks and some drinks."

"Is this your way of asking me on a date?" You asked with a teasing grin, thinking it was a little bit of a joke. After all, you knew you were decent looking but you were nothing like Tish.

"Well... yeah, actually. If you're up t something like that."

You were a little taken back by his response, but you could tell that he was being serious and you smiled at him. "You know what? I'd really like that."

You watched the way his green eyes lit up with pure excitement.

"Great! Then it's a date." He smiled.

"Well here's the question, we no there can't be blood in the movie. But what are some things to avoid with you? Or what do you like?" You asked him.

"Oh the more controversial the movie, the better it is for me." He chuckled.

"Would I expect anything less?" You snickered but then you go an idea. "How about we do that tonight? It's still kind of early. Plus I can give you a ride to work tomorrow."

"Really?" Priestly asked but then he thought about it and he nodded. "That sounds perfect."

And with that, the two of you got out of the car and made your way into your house.

You got changed into some pajamas, brushed your teeth and found a pair of sweatpants that would fit Priestly so he'd be comfortable. Both of you spent the rest of the night watching different movies and both of you fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms.

Over all, it turned out to be a great night. One with a much better ending than you had expected and you couldn't wait to see where this little adventure with Priestly would take you.

Thank you guys for reading and I hope all of you enjoyed! What movies do you think the reader and Priestly ended up watching instead! I'd love to see which movies you think he'd enjoy! Wishing you all the best!💖💕

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legalmente-loca · 4 days ago

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Boaz Priestly

Imagines/Headcanons

••= 18+ only

Imagines

His piercings getting stuck in your lip

Headcanons

#fanfic #jensen ackles #jensen ackles characters #jensen ackles smut #boaz priestly smut #boaz priestly #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x reader #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x female!reader #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen x y/n #jensen x you

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winchestergirl2 · 10 months ago

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March Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Recs | 2024 Reading Recs

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

You're On Your Own Kid Part 2 @my-proof-is-you

Authors Summary: You’re used to being on your own. You’d been on your own as long as you could remember. Could Sam show you that it isn’t the only way to live?

Don't Worry About Me @my-proof-is-you

Authors Summary: Anon Request: hi! could you do a sam imagine where he’s been really stressed with work/researching for a big hunt, y/n can’t sleep and sees him still awake and tries to make him feel better? maybe some hidden feelings for both of them?? just really fluffy cute stuff please!! thank you! i love your work!

Requited Love @uhohnotthisagain

Authors Summary: Sam discovers his love for you in a not so clean dream, he doesn't realise his actions following the realisation would effect you so much.

10 Inch Hero

Boaz Priestly

The Miracle Man @zepskies

Authors Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

Centerfold Dance Party @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms

The Boys

Soldier Boy

The Bet @quin-ns

Authors Summary: butcher leaves you to keep an eye on soldier boy and things become interesting when a deck of cards gets involved

Let's Dance @impala-dreamer

Authors Summary ~If there's one thing she knows, it's that she fucking hates Soldier Boy. If there's one thing he knows, it's that he can change her mind.~

I'm A Ruin Part I | Part II | Part III | @anundyingfidelity

Authors Summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Billy Butcher

And So It Goes (Masterlist) @zepskies

Authors Summary: As Madelyn Stillwell’s personal assistant, Helena Flores finds herself caught between protecting her job — and more importantly her life — and helping Billy Butcher bring down the supe who killed her best friend, Becca.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Authors Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from.

Jurisdiction @waynes-multiverse

I need your hand but I don't want to burn it Part 1 @thebiggerbear

Authors Summary: You receive a phone call letting you know a family member has passed. The news rocks your world, especially when you find yourself flying back home for the services, returning to a place you'd rather forget. As your best friend, Beau is trying to be there for you but you're determined to go it alone. But since you've known him, when has Beau Arlen ever not had your back?

#winchestergirl2 reads #winchestergirl2 recs #fic recs #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fic #boaz priestly x reader #priestly x reader #boaz priestly fic #priestly fic #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy fic #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen fic #Billy Butcher x ofc #Billy Butcher fic

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31miw-inkpsycho · 5 years ago

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I NEED this to happen..... Let’s make it happen SPN writing staff!

For @petrovadixon :P Gif found on giphy

@amazingmontse

#dean winchester #boaz priestly #jensen ackles #supernatural #ten inch hero #imagine #fandomfullofimagines

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reynardiine · 7 years ago

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doing book stuff today. for real this time. wanna know what i’ve got in the works?

1 ) CRUCIFY. Picking up after the events of Transfigure ( available on Amazon, here ), this is the second of the trilogy. This installment follows a different character in order to further the world building of the first book, as well as show a different aspect to the existing society I’ve already written in length about. I can’t tell you the premise, because spoilers, but I can tell you that there will be references to surmised cults ( Branch Davidians, Heaven’s Gate, and Rajneeshpuram ) and the height of side show culture in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

2 ) RESURRECT. The third and final book in the Transfigure trilogy, Resurrect focuses on the past and future of its universe. While some old faces will pop up left and right, and its purpose is to give a relatively clean end to the story, the majority of the book will take place before the uprisings which created Transfigure’s world. Clearly, the entire series is heavily influenced by religion, but expect this one to walk the line between sanctified and irreverent.

3 ) BILGEWATER. Working title. Following my own original character, Finn Lyle, Bilgewater follows a Texas boy as he attempts to follow his dream of being a patchmember of one of the world’s largest motorcycle clubs, the Cast Iron Kings. Finn is as trailer trash as you can get. Loud-mouthed and free-thinking, his biggest obstacle is finding the balance between being the perfect asset to the club while keeping a hold on who he is. At the moment, the Finn you see on tumblr is directly affiliated with the Sons of Anarchy, but names and locations will be changed in order to build his own original world.

4 ) REYNARDINE. Working title. Yes, this piece revolves around Thomas Walker’s life, from start to finish. In this, we’ll explore all the major moments in his life at artistic random. You will have access to full, unfiltered doses of his life on the streets at 15, his first kill, and the exact moment he went from an angry youth to the criminal mastermind he is. Dive into his psyche, from his greatest fears to the only thing that strikes his passion — his job. Nothing about him will change from what you see here, but You’re Next will not be mentioned in the final product.

5 ) HAPPY TIMES. Working title. This is the only work in my repertoire that is not directly linked to rp. Happy Times takes root in the concepts introduced by Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles. The human race has colonized Mars and built a sustainable way of life on its surface. Visually, it would resemble something out of Fallout, all the way down to its dedication to all things North American midcentury. All is well; all is great — until Earth decides to spark a war with its more progressive sister planet. Welcome back to the days of the draft.

6 ) FISHER. Working title. Also dubbed the WITSEC story by those I’ve showed before, Fisher is the hindsight of a man in witness protection. After being incarcerated in his late teens for the possession of LSD, his release 15 years later only served to prove that he would never land a job again. With a paranoia through the roof and an intensive understanding of the deep net, he created a persona known only as Gabriel. Under this moniker, he found ways to sell and distribute exotic species around the globe, becoming one of the top contributors to the illegal animal trade. When the cops caught on, he didn’t fight. In return for safety and protection, he turned over the name of every client he ever had.

7 ) UMBRA. Working title. Everyone knows about San Fransisco’s Zodiac Killer. Fewer will have heard of the Texarkana Moonlight Murders. Back in their day, serial killers were all anyone talked about. They became the stuff of legends: Richard Ramirez, Ted Bundy, Aileen Wuornos, David Burkowitz, Jeffery Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy. The list goes on and on. Inspired by all these, as well as The Poughkeepsie Tapes, Umbra (“shadow” in latin) is a collection of letters, news articles, police reports, etc. which tell the story of a killer who was never caught.

8 ) EXCEPTIONAL CROOK. Working title. Heavily inspired by Haven’s Duke Crocker, this story will serve as my own version of how I imagined Duke’s early adult life played out. Because no specifics were ever dropped by Haven’s writers, there’s a lot to work with here without the threat of infringement so long as names are changed. I will be including small pieces I’ve already written regarding the way his mother used him to his life on the open sea to his job, which the show hardly mentions.

9 ) SURF NAKED. Working title. Possibly the only story up my sleeve that doesn’t wallow in angst. Originally, this was inspired by Ten Inch Hero’s Boaz Priestly, but at the moment, the only connection is that I haven’t given him a new name. Priestly was born and raised in small town Oklahoma, a state so conservative that, up until 2006, the practice of tattooing was illegal. He had big dreams and long hair, both of which were a problem back home. So what else can a guy do, but uproot himself and move halfway across the country to sunny California?

10 ) RATBOY. Working title. Inspired by Sons of Anarchy’s George “Ratboy” Skogstrom, this is the simplest story I have lined up. Names will change, of course, and the Sons won’t be mentioned at all, though the club from Bilgewater ( which is SOA-inspired as well ) may make a cameo. This follows a young Rat, whose only goal in life is to be free from the oppression of his childhood home. Sure, he has his fair share of hard knocks, he’s not conventionally attractive, and he runs into more trouble with the law than he needs, but he’s a good kid with a heart of gold. Everything will work out.

#;; i know it's for real #;; because i already started doing it #;; feel free to catch me on discord for a chat or plotting #;; JUDGE CROCKER 2687 #;; i like to make fun of myself because it looks like i'm ripping off other people's work #;; but transfigure and its sequels started in rp as well #;; and it's as original a work as you can get #— ɪ·ᴍ ғɪᴠᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ❜ ( ooc. )#.tbd

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