#cheers !! applause !! angel harps !!!

[omgitskaii]

when i saw that scene in like s4 with cas shoving dean into the wall and covering his mouth to keep him quiet i knew right then and there that little bitch of a winchester was a bottom and there’s no one on gods green earth that can change my mind

[nakidoriii]

I’ll Take You (Part One)

Alucard x Reader Mini Series

It had been another day of traveling for Alucard. He’d rather his feet be aching from walking than spending another second talking to dolls he had made of his friends. He found himself in a major city in Europe this evening, which made sense, starting this journey almost a month ago.

“I’m sure there’s plenty to do in a city as lively as this one.” He mumbles to himself, making a brief stop to scan the flyers on the town bulletin board.

“Traveling musicians from the West Indies… it would be a good idea to hear some music. I’ve been talking to myself for far too long. Social interaction would be good.”

Making his way to the tavern, he hears a distinctive song being sung by a perplexing voice. He had never heard anything like it. He follows the tantalizing sound of a woman’s voice, no an angels voice. The sound gracing his ears the closer he got to it. He finally laid his eyes on the source, your skin glistening in the moon light as you sang notes as softly as birds do. Alucard couldn’t tell if he was more amazed by your beauty or your ability to sing so impeccably. As the last note left your mouth, you opened your eyes. Immediately gasping, not expecting to see a blonde man staring at you at the end of the alleyway.

“Don’t be startled. I just heard you singing and I had to come see who was making such beautiful noise.” Quickly reassuring you that he’s not a threat.

“Oh, thank you very much.” As he stepped closer, you take in his striking features. His amber eyes, his long blonde hair that sat perfectly on his head, and his physique…he was quite the looker to you.

“Are you apart of the traveling musicians from the West Indies?” He softly asks, barely opening his mouth.

“I am. I mostly sing, but I also play harp. Are you here for the performance?” Your accent sticking out to his ears. It wasn’t your typical West Indie accent. It sounded like a collaboration of dialects forced into one person.

“I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you….” He paused waiting for you to say your name.

“Y/N.” You admit.

His cold hand reach for yours as he bows while kissing your knuckles and says, “I’m Adrian.” His amber eyes locking onto your (eye color) ones, delicately releasing your hand.

“The pleasure is mine Adrian. I have to be on stage in a few minutes. May we talk more after the show?”

“Yes, please find me. I look forward to it.” You look back as you open the back door into the building taking in his beauty one last time before you perform.

He heads into the tavern, leaning his back against the further wall to get the best view of the stage. You walk out carrying your compact harp, gracing everyone with your beauty. The crowd of evidently drunk men start to cheer. Gliding your fingers against the strings to start the song, the audience quiets down. Your voice complimenting the angelic sound of your instrument makes Alucard’s heart skip a beat. Completely engulfed by your sound, he hadn’t felt like this in years. You make eye contact with him as you play the last chords of the song. The audience bursts in applause.

“Thank you very much. Up next we have our drummers of the west indies.” You walk back stage out of Alucards sight.

Every other act, he got to see you in your true habitat. He could watch you all night and that’s exactly what he did. He stood there waiting for you as the tavern eventually cleared out the later it got. The tavern filled with only regulars now. You make your way over to him with your harp strapped to your back as he flashes you a closed mouth smile.

“Did you like the show?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“It was beautiful. You’re very talented, truly one of a kind. You should be performing in halls, auditoriums even. Bravo, darling.”

“Handsome and kind, you’re a rarity. Where are you from Adrian?” Alucard smirks at your compliment, his smile growing alittle bit wider. You get glimpses of his sparkling teeth, his canines looking sharper than average.

“Romania. It’s very cold there. I’m assuming you haven’t been.”

“I have not, but I would love to go one day. You see, I want to travel the whole world. Both my parents were traveling musicians, so it’s ingrained in me. Why do you travel?”

“Bored.” He lets out a small giggle and smiles even wider. “Would you want to go for a walk?” He adds in a low whisper, right next to your ear.

You’re succumbed with goosebumps as his cold presence got closer to you. Alucard knows you can see his teeth and yet you still stand in front of him, nodding your head yes to leave the tavern.

“You’re not afraid?” His breath hitting the side of your neck, jump starting your pulse. Scared was the last emotion you felt. You wanted him.

“If you wanted to do anything, you would’ve done it in that alleyway.” You whisper back.

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This part one of this mini series!! I took the answers from the poll serious guys. Part one is fluff so you already know part two will be smut.

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[animatorweirdo]

The song of the waves

You wished to end it all, forgotten into the depths of the sea. However, fate decided otherwise as you were saved by a mysterious creature with a voice of an angel and glittering scales.

Warnings: family stuff, racial stuff, attempted suicide, near death experience. 

Chapter 2

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Under the deep watery world of the sea, music weaved itself into the waves. 

The sea prince masterfully played his beloved harp, pulling the strings and letting his audience hear the music throughout the room. The merfolk were silently focused on him, allowing his music to fill the surroundings without distractions. Even those outside the room were so enamored that they had to stop heading to their destination and listen to his song. 

The song soon came to an end, and loud applause followed after. The people cheered the sea prince for his performance, and he took it in with a smile and a wave as he left the room after the show. 

He sighed after the doors were closed, and silence finally blessed his ears in the hallway. He put away his instrument and swam through the halls of the palace. The floors shined pearly white, and the windows show through the city outside. 

“Well played as always, Makalaure,” A new voice appeared. Another being like him appeared beside him. The tail was beautifully red, matching the crimson hair crowning their head. He stood taller than Makalaure and was considered one of the tallest mers in Tirion. Makalaure shook his head and continued with his journey. “It was just a typical performance. You do not need to share any praise, Maitimo,” He said as the two swam through the eerily quiet passage together. 

“How can I not? What kind of brother would I be If I didn’t praise my little brother for the art he has improved since he was a youngling?” The crimson-headed ellon questioned, giving Makalaure a faux offended look. “I’m not little anymore, so how about you turn that praising to our younger menaces of brothers?” Makalaure asked, making Maitimo crack a smile as he shook his fiery redhead. 

“Your humor hasn’t changed,” Maitimo said. “But do say — Laure, is something bothering you?” He asked. “Whatever could you mean?” Makalaure asked. “You seem out of touch lately, and after every performance, you seem unsatisfied as if looking for something unfound in these hidden depths.” Maitimo explained, taking his brother’s hand in his hand. The younger ellon frowned. “I just want to let you know that you can talk to me if something is bothering you,” Maitimo stated, letting go of his hand. 

“I know, it’s just —” Makalaure started, thinking through his following words. “You could say I am having trouble finding inspiration.” He sighed. 

“I want to create something new, but I do not know what. I feel like something is missing.” Makalaure explained. “I feel frustrated because as the best minstrel of Tirion, I currently can’t create something new because of this constant itch in the back of my mind. It’s like the music that came so easy to me seemed to have turned its back on me.” He said. Maitimo laid his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’m sure you will find it eventually,” He said. “Give it some time, and maybe someday it will drop down from the sky like a seagull.” He smiled at the exasperated look his brother gave him. Ignoring the look he continued anyway, “Just don’t let that feeling consume you.” 

Makalaure thought about it before letting out a sigh. “I try –” He uttered. 

“Good, now let’s get moving before we miss the dinner,” Maitimo interrupted his tragic artistic musing. “Do you mind If I go to the hidden place for a while? I need some quiet and time to think?” Makalaure questioned as they moved along. “Sure, just don’t stay late like last time — and try to leave unseen,” Maitimo gave him a stern look, or at least tried to, making the younger one groan. “That was one time — I’m not going to stay the night like last time,” Makalaure said, raising his hands in surrender. Maitimo only chuckled in amusement. 

The thoughts did not leave the sea prince’s mind, even when he had left the city of Tirion and found his place in an old shipwreck that stored several items and other things forgotten under the sea along with the wreck. 

The shipwreck was centuries old. The wooden planks were dark and green with moss. The old masts were broken in half and fallen over to the bottom of the sea. The ship’s walls were broken and full of holes, allowing schools of fish to swim through and around the ancient human vessel. 

Makalaure was sitting upon a rock, staring at the watery sky, watching as the moon’s light danced along the waves. The shipwreck has a perfect hole above the hidden cave, allowing him to have a clear view like he was looking through a window upon the ceiling. 

He sat up, picking up his instrument and playing with its strings, making soft sounds to fill out the silence in the cave. 

Something fell in his earshot. 

Makalaure stopped to look but found nothing in his vision. He listened and waited for something to happen. It was quiet in the cave. 

He sighed, concluding it must have been one of the old relics that fell over. The cave was an old hide-out where he and his brothers used to hang out, collecting relics of the past and things forgotten in the shipwrecks left by the humans. No one came to tidy the place, so it wasn’t unusual for something to fall over. 

He continued playing his harp until something creaked above him in the shipwreck. 

He frowned, suspicious this time of someone watching him. It didn’t sound like a usual current, but something like someone was moving on the wooden planks. 

A pair of hands appeared behind him, slowly approaching before suddenly grabbing onto the sea prince’s shoulder. 

“Boo!” Makalaure jumped with fright as the mer behind him screamed into his ear. The mer began to laugh as he tried to catch his breath. 

Makalaure glared at the blond mer with a silver-colored tail. 

“Tyelkormo! Do you have anything better to do?!” He almost screeched.

“Sorry, you were irresistible. You can’t tell me not to scare you when you’re so deep into your thoughts, unaware of the dangers around you.” The blond ellon added in as he tried to hold back laughter and began to swim around. “And don’t mind me, I was just showing the youngsters how to sneak up and scare the living soul out of you.” He said

“What?” Makalaure questioned, then noticed a pair of redheads coming down from above. 

“Sorry, we couldn't help but watch when Tyelko suggested scaring you.” Ambarussa explained with eyes glimmering with mischief. 

“And I tried to stop him.” A golden-haired ellon with a golden-colored tail descended. 

“What —  what is this? The whole family is here now?” Makalaure questioned, feeling somewhat embarrassed now. 

“Well, we couldn't help but notice your absence. I guessed you would be here, so I brought the twins along to keep you company.” The blond merman smiled in mischief. “I didn’t invite prince Goldilocks thought. He followed us here and insisted on coming along.” He pointed at the golden-tailed prince, who was very efficiently ignoring the pointed looks thrown his way. 

“I was trying to make sure you wouldn't do anything rash. We shouldn't even be here. It’s forbidden to go near any human settlement or land.” Angarato said. “Relax, this valley is isolated from the nearby city, so you will rarely see any humans or boats around here.” Tyelkormo said without missing a beat. 

“And we have been coming here for decades, and nothing ever happened. You take this too seriously. It’s not like a human suddenly decides to drop down and discover us in this old cave with a shipwreck above. That would be way too inconvenient of timing.” He explained. No one in the Kingdom of Tirion could make Tyelkormo give up on this hideout.

Makalaure sighed, looking up toward the surface, trying to tune out the conversation his younger brother was engaging with their cousin. He was trying to find some peace, but now that subject seemed so distant. 

“Still, we shouldn't take any risk.” Angarato stated, his hands flailing in expressive gestures.

“Have any of you seen a human?” One of the twins asked. “Well, I have seen their boats and heard them speak during my hunts with Orome. They’re loud and greedy since they seem to be constantly fishing. I mean, how much do they eat? They can’t seriously need that much fish to eat.” Tyelko described as he flicked a nearby wooden plank with his tail. 

“They sound interesting, though, so I don’t understand why I can’t go talk to them,” He said, lying on a stone with arms behind his head. “Because they’re said to be dangerous. That’s why.” Angarato added, making the blonde snort. “Oh yes, the stories of how they used to hunt us and take our scales thousands of years ago. The people of the land corrupted by the Vala of darkness,” Tyelko said in a teasing tone. 

Makalaure sighed, shaking his head and having heard the tales thousands of times. He looked up and wondered about the said humans, people, who walked upon the land and sailed upon wooden vessels. He didn’t believe all humans were evil. He even desired to meet one when he was younger. 

His ears picked something in the distance. His eyes gleamed, and he looked up. The sounds were coming from outside. His brother and cousin were berating each other loudly, so he turned around and shushed them, capturing the twin’s attention as well. 

“Listen, do you hear that?” Makalaure asked, and now they all listened to the sounds. They were getting closer to their place. “What is that?” Tyelko asked curiously. Makalaure decided to swim up, followed by the other four. 

The five watched through a hole in the shipwreck and saw a shadow on the surface. It was some miles away from their position, but it was in eyesight, and they could hear the sweeping of the wooden oars. 

“You said you would rarely see a human around this place.” Angarato glared at Tyelko. “Oh, shut up!” He snapped back. “This is unusual. I don’t think humans would sail this late at night, and there aren’t a lot of fish in this area.” He said as they observed the boat. 

“Hey, it stopped,” One of the twins said above them as the boat had stopped moving any further. 

They then witnessed something getting tossed overboard, and with a loud splash, they saw a shadow breaking through the surface. The ellons were surprised as they watched the shadow fall deeper until it fell behind cliffs and rocks. “Look away,”  Angarato suddenly pulled the twins away.

Makalaure swam forward toward the place where he last saw the shadow. 

“Makalaure, wait!” Angarato shouted after him. 

Makalaure swam over the cliffs and rocks until he found what had fallen from the boat above. His silver eyes widened in shock when he saw it was a human. The human had one of its legs tied to a rope attached to a bag of stones. 

Makalaure felt a need to help them after seeing the human’s face twisting in pain and losing air through bubbles. The human was quickly drowning. 

“Makalaure don’t,” Angarato stopped him before he could swim toward the human. 

“They need help, can’t you see,” Makalaure said frantically. His eyes were wide with a manic look that scared his cousin. “It’s not what it looks like.” Angarato hesitantly said. “What do you mean?” The dark-haired prince questioned. “Listen, that human might not be looking for anyone to save them… it’s called a suicide.,” Angarato explained in a hushed tone. “A suicide?” Makalaure questioned. “Yes, I heard from my father that some humans on rare occasions try to kill themselves by drowning in the sea. So, whatever that human might be going through, let’s leave them in peace. It is not our business. So let’s just leave and forget we ever saw any of this.” Angarato motioned at the human, then swam away.

Makalaure glanced at the human one more time, seeing their face twist into one of calmness like they weren’t in pain moments ago. It felt strange and somewhat wrong to him. 

He held it in and turned away as Angarato was right about one thing. It was not his business to interfere with something. 

When he tried to swim away, his mind filled with thoughts as guilt began to strike him in the heart. The human was dying, and he was turning away. He stopped in his tracks. 

“Makalaure?” Angarato turned around after he noticed the latter wasn’t following anymore. 

“I — can’t — I’m sorry.” Makalaure uttered and then quickly swam back. “Makalaure!” Angarato called out to him. 

The sea prince quickly approached the human. He began to hum softly, and the human’s body softly reacted to his voice. He felt relieved since it meant they weren’t too far gone yet. The human’s eyes opened, and he saw them gleam for a moment as his scales produced some light, thanks to the moon. They got soon shadowed, and emptiness soon followed. 

Makalaure reacted quickly and snapped the rope in half, releasing the human from its hold. He then pushed his hands under their arms and swam toward the surface. 

He gasped when he broke through the surface. He held on to the human and swam toward the boat that still floated above the surface. He grabbed its edge and used his strength to toss the human out of the water. They fell hard against the wooden flooring of the vessel and remained unmoving. 

Makalaure stared at the human anxiously as they continued to lay still, without any signs that might say they were still alive. Angarato and his brothers soon broke through the surface as well. “Have you gone mad? What do you think you’re be doing?” Angarato grabbed onto the boat, looking at the dark-haired ellon. “They’re not breathing,” Makalaure said, dread settling in his chest like the rocks the human had used. 

“They might have consumed too much water.” Angarato said. “Humans can’t breathe underwater as we can.” He added. For someone so cautious of humans, he sure did know a lot about them. Makalaure stored that information away in his mind for later.

“Try moving them to the side, helping the water to fall out from the mouth.” Tyelko suggested. Makalaure pushed the human to lay on their side, but no response was born from them, and water was not falling out.  

“It’s not working,” He said. 

“Makalaure – it might already be too late.” Angarato said with a mournful not in his voice. 

“How about you try the enchanted kiss?” One of the twins suggested. “A kiss?” Angarato questioned. “Like in the tales, a mermaid’s kiss to save the drowning sailor.” Ambarussa explained, seeming proud of remember his bed-time story. “That is just an old tale. We do not know if it’s actually true or not.” Their cousin responded, making Ambarussar collectively frown. 

Makalaure glanced at the human, seeing them unresponsive. 

“Well, whatever it is. I’m not kissing that.” Tyelko said, backing away. 

Makalaure tried to think of another solution, but he decided to go for it since there wasn’t much time to find another way. He gently grabbed the human’s head, turning them to face him before joining their lips against his. 

“What —” Angarato looked at the scene with shock. “Oh —” Tyelko said almost in a mischievous tone, trying to hide his smirk. 

After a moment, Makalaure pulled away to see if anything turned different. There was no response. He felt stupid for believing the twins until the human twitched and water sprouted out of their mouth. His cousin and brothers pulled back into the water, but Makalaure stayed near as the human started to cough violently and spill water from their throat into the sea. 

He waited for them to calm down, and soon the human looked back at him. The two held eye contact as Makalaure couldn't find himself pulling away from their eyes. It was like he was staring at a rare pearl. The human laid their head against the boat’s edge, then fell back onto the ship. 

Makalaure swam back and pulled himself up to see them. The human was lying on the floor, unconscious, but their chest was slowly moving. It made him breathe out a sigh of relief. 

As he continued looking at them, he allowed his curiosity to take over; brushing the hair off the human’s face and taking in their appearance. 

One of the twins peaked over the edge. “Are they alive?” He asked. Makalaure looked at his brother and smiled. “They’re okay.” He said, almost out of breath. 

“Congratulation, you saved a human —can we go now?” Angarato questioned impatiently. 

“We can’t leave them like this.” Makalaure frowned. “We need to bring them to the land so they will be safe.” He added. “I mean, look at them. They’re unconscious.” He pointed out. 

“We have already interfered enough. If we don’t return home, we’re going to have an earful from both of our parents and possibly receive a punishment,” Angarato explained. Tyelko decided to join in. “I mean, we could leave them to the mercy of the sea and hope their boat won’t crash into those rocks and drown again, or hope the cold won’t kill them and all Makalaure’s effort saving them won’t go to waste.” He explained, looking at their cousin. 

“Wait, does that mean we can go to the land?” Ambarussa asked excitedly. The four looked at their cousin. ”Come now, Angarato. Let’s take them quickly to the land and ensure they will be okay. I will take the blame if we get caught.” Makalaure pushed away wet hair from his face. “And don’t think of this like an interference — think of it as doing a good deed since we are saving someone’s  life here.” Tyelko added. 

“Come one, do you wish for them to die here?” Ambarusssa joined in. “Of course not —” Angarato sighed, then shook his head, “Fine, but we better do this quickly.” He said. “Yay!” The twins tossed themselves into the water excited, their brother and cousin following behind. 

Makalaure glanced down at the human and saw them slightly shaking from the cold. He looked around and saw a cover in the corner. He leaned down, pulling it over the human’s body. The shaking stopped for a moment. He smiled before taking the rope attached to the boat, pulling it away from the valley toward the port city with his brothers and cousin. 

[159potterhead]

(Takes the mic**🎤)

Shout out to @thatgaywerewolf and Yo-peeps in the back–it's me y'all–this one goes for the preety girl in the front cheers for my beloved💕

(okay so I've also tried a hand at rapping the rap is written without a break and for the rhyme I used this proton term coz I didn't recall any word so I hope you get it)

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I see you're getting your tough on

And it's turning me on

Trust me I'm not a moron

But you're an icon

Who called me a proton

but baby how will I tell you I'm not positive if anything I'm far from it will you believe me if I said I'm a python with my guards on and I don't wanna hurt you baby coz you're my sweetcorn and If you let me I'll be your unicorn in the size of a Pokemon.

Is this a rom-com?

I'm sorry but that's how I see it

like a cheery on the tart

Just like a piece of the heart

With the dart on the spot💘

Which I won't pick apart

Nor would I discard

I'll keep it close to my heart even if I die-hard

I'll cherish it like an old teapot until I fall apart

Doesn't that sounds like a great movie plot?

I'll make you a card in the shape of a heart coz you're my jackpot,

And I'll give you my heart like the abstract piece of an art

We can paint it from the start or we could do it in the park

We don't have to be on the clock

And I'll protect you from the mob and mock them till they rot

We'll stay there till gets dark

Until the spark from the star

I'll play you the harp from the shard of the glass just like the angel in the dark

Or will it be Mr. Stark?

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🤣🤣

I don't know that's all the words that rhymes idk why i put mr.stark it was the only word rhyming and I'm laughing again why would you let me begin it happens just like a chain and I hope it rains you know Dean has a mark of cain if I keep going I'm gonna faint coz I don't have a brain

(mic drop 🎤)

Thank you people. Oh! please don't chant my name like that. I don't take any questions but since you guys wanna know Due to pandemic I won't be doing anymore tours for my new album but who knows maybe in future I'll do it. Keep screaming people 😂😂 (I'll come over the edge of the stage and I'll bend down to kiss you and then I'll tell you to meet me backstage with a wink and crowd will notice it and go crazy)

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Oh! I saw that babe isn't it lovely. We're so cute that someone for like real person finds us cute😍

And idk no one has said it before irl life I just worry a lot about the bad things that may happen you know when I have faith that things will go good that time something exactly opposite happens so idk I always weight the bad side more so I'm prepared for it mentally and when it happens I can yell, "I knew it!" (I can imagine that God of eary season Sam hugging that person saying 'too precious for this world' I'm gonna cry now 😭😭)

Oh! God! You are so easy to be with. I can take care you come here I wanna wrap you up in a blanket and keep you safe in arms💕 (Does that mean you're adopting me? Will you come to all my recitals and visit me in college? Don't throw out my emo music when I'm away coz it's not a phase mom it's who I am😅😅)

I'll look forward to our movie nights and I wanna jump around the house like crazy and dance with you all night long (And I just love this song)

🎶And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed you put me on and said I was your favorite🎶

omg we’re doing this again lessgooo🎤

ayyye yaaas shoutout to our only fan ahah. oh you stahp☺️🤚🏼

RAP??? OH ANON WE REALLY IN IT NOW-

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JAIZISKJSJZ IM-

THOSE FIRST FOUR LINES ARE ICONIC IM SCREAMING. UNICORN IN THE SIZE OF A POKEMONNNN😭 IT IS A ROMCOM BABY IT IS ANYTHING YOU WANT IT TO BE AS LONG AS I GET SICK RHYMES LIKE THESE SJDJZJ!! I’LL CHERISH IT LIKE AN OLD TEAPOT UNTIL I FALL APARTSDBHXJSJXNDJSN!!!!!!!!!! oh we doing it in the park?;) THAT ENDING I- WHAT DOES MR STARK HAVE TO DO WITH THIS IDK BUT IT JUST MADE IT 10X BETTER!!!

OK I AM SORRY FOR THIS ALL-CAPS FREAKOUT BUT THIS IS FREAKIN AMAZINGGGGGGGGH!!!! I LOVED IT!

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you are literally unstoppable!!😆😆😂😂😂 idk about you, but with all these dope rhymes, you seem like you’ve been granted a special brain!😂

(raaaaaging applause👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼)

buuuut don’t worry people! she will be doing virtual concerts live from our mansion and it’s pay-what-you-can!! (babyyy stooop😄 not in front of all these people- *blushes insaaanely* ok go i’ll meet you in the back🙈😚)

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yesssss I agree🥺🥰🥰 I mean what can I say? we are cute😏💞

oh that must suck. I don’t think it’s negative tho. you’re just being realistic, I think it’s alright. this way you don’t get your hopes way too high and get let down hard. I should learn from you ahah. but your overall vibes are so cute and wholesome and fun, yk? I enjoy hanging out with you, and by that I mean our little asks<3 (that’s what I was intending!)

aah I can say the exact same about youu! aww✨💞 *shuffles closer into your warm embrace* (if that’s what you want, i’ll be more than glad to😉 of course I won’t, i’ll be blasting them through every speaker!!! what? I’m the cool mom!😎)

saaame🥺🥺🥺���💖💖✨✨✨ can it just come already? (hehe I knew you do;))

🎶and time can do so much, are you still mine? I need your love, I need your love. god speed your love to me🎶💕

[angelkurenai]

Papa Winchester - Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Title: Papa Winchester

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 3,529

Warnings: None really

Prompt: YN and Jeffrey met on season 1 of SPn where she played his daughter(the middle Winchester sister) and have been together ever since,they'r married with kids by now, and the fans (specially the cast who's her family) always makes fun of that during interviews and pannels,but it's always cute because Jeffrey likes to surprise them ,specially when the fans are involved,and they all love and are very supportive of their relationship

A/N: Thanks RLS for proofreading this!

“Oh and your husband totally got married to your daughter a couple years later, but no big deal!” Jensen said with a shrug and wave of his hand.

Jared chuckled next to him “I seriously thought he was gonna say this, and you know what would be even more creepy? Him being completely in character!”

“Absolutely! Oh and let's not forget the whole zombies thing!” Jensen added with a playful grin as both he and Jared burst into laughter.

“Hey mom, dad married our sister and she made you a grandmother in the meantime!” Jared said in a deep voice, mimicking Dean as they chuckled “That would be one hell of a blooper, how the hell did you miss that chance?” he asked the older man who just shrugged.

“Don't know, I was a little into character I guess.” Jensen shrugged “But oh, with Jeffrey visiting the set so often to see (Y/n) we are so going to do something with Samantha for next season!” he wiggled his eyebrows as Jared shook his head.

“Well, you guys really seem to have fun on set, don't you?” the interviewer chuckled “But I think we all can understand you, I don't think there is a single person I have personally met that watches Supernatural and doesn't love them as a couple!”

“Really, moments like this I realize how messed up our fandom is that that sounds completely normal anymore! I mean, making the devil adorable is one thing, other shows have done it as well- not as successfully-” he chuckled with an innocent shrug “But now also this- the fact that the cutest couple of the fandom is Jef and (Y/n), well you know that just says Supernatural! Also, come on, we all know we wouldn't change it for anything!” Jensen shrugged with a smile and Jared nodded his head.

“We- we love making fun of her, you know? Teasing her has become Jensen's favorite hobby-” Jared chuckled as Jensen nodded his head with a big childlike grin “But we always are supportive of them because it's real love and seriously now, if someone doubts about it he has to fight us on that! Nobody will dare utter a word about the two of them because we are gonna end them!”

“We support out sister's relationship yeah!” Jensen exclaimed.

“Plus Jensen ships it, so there's that!” Jared added as Jensen chuckled.

“Guilty!” he admitted “But- Other than making fun of them we seriously don't give a crap about differences, since that's what some usually point out. So what? There is an age gap, no big deal. (Y/n) might be younger than me but she definitelyis more mature than both me and Jared put together! She's 36, she can do whatever she wants with her life. You know I- I hate it when people make quick assumptions, luckily we don't have that in our fandom, about people. Like she can love whoever she wants, why does it matter to you? They were made for one another, end of discussion.”

“We make fun of her, that's- that's our job ok? That's what we really get paid for, I know-” Jared chuckled as Jensen did the same “But at the end of the day the entire cast and crew, and fandom of course, are a family and we will never push someone aside, for something like this especially! We all know how much they love each other, and that's what matters.”

“Besides, they are really asking for the teasing!” Jensen added with a smirk as they both chuckled.

“I am sure you would say this!” the interviewer said with a chuckle and you laughed as well “She's finally taking a break from you two now, huh?”

“It's Baby's backseat I swear!” Jensen exclaimed and they burst into laughter with Jared who just patted his back.

“Oh my poor brother, what a traumatic experience!”

“Wait-” the interviewer piped in “-Really now?”

“Oh oh no, no don't worry!” Jensen shook his head “If I had really come across such a sight I would have taken my own eyes out. I didn't even get near the car once I saw it moving.” he made an unpleasant shuddering and you gasped at how he could just say it so openly “But you know the point is that the Winchester genes once more functioned and she's pregnant.”

“Oh alright.” she chuckled “I can understand what you mean, it's a family thing. Besides, she really was the only Winchester to not have used it yet.”

“Yep, and she might want to deny but oh she is already eight months pregnant so she can't!” Jared shrugged and you narrowed your eyes at the screen.

“You sly bas-” you stopped yourself when your daughter moved next to you.

“Mommy, are uncle Jensen and Jared talking about the baby?” she asked looking up at you through her eyelashes.

“Uh yeah, princess. But don't pay attention to that, go back to sleep.” you whispered as she gave you a small nod and closed her eyes. You didn't even realize when she'd woken up, but shaking your head you decided to click on another video. Having missed most of the interviews and panels these days because of your pregnancy you wanted to be able to at least watch some of them in case your friends decided to embarrass you too much and obviously they did.

Your six-year-old daughter loved spending most of her time with you because you were often gone, and being able to talk to her baby brother was her new favorite thing. Evenings like this you'd just sit in your couch, get comfortable and browse the net – mostly watch videos or listen to music – while she snuggled with you, sometimes like now fast asleep, and your husband was making one of his specialities in the kitchen.

“Idiots” you shook your head but still smiled as you clicked on another video.

“And we have a surprise for our little sister, well my little sister- she's older than moose here.” Jensen said into the microphone and you smiled as you remembered that event.

“We always wanted a family photo but never got the chance to, so we finally get the chance. Please everyone give a big applause for Samantha Smith and Jeffrey Dean Morgan!”

“Our mother, father and at the same time brother-in-law?” Jensen said with a funny face as you watched yourself punch his shoulder hard.

You watched with a fond smile as the entire crowd cheered for the both of them and your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw your husband's wide grin the moment he spotted you on the stage. He gave Jensen and Jared quick hugs before practically running to you are you jumped in his arms and he hugged the life out of you. The fans went practically wild as they cheered for the two of you and that made your smile widen. You saw yourself hide your blushing face in his chest as he laughed and leaned down to kiss your forehead. You giggled as you saw yourself pull slightly away to look at the fans, winking at them as they some of them yelled “We ship it!”.

“Man of my dreams.” you said into the microphone as the all clapped and chanted “Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.”

You saw yourself laugh, resting your head on his shoulder as he slid his arms up around your shoulders and hugged you closely as he laughed at the face Jensen made “For the love of no! I just ate like half an hour ago!” he turned around covering his eyes.

“Sorry big bro, can't leave the fans hanging!” you said, smirking at your friend who made gagging noises.

“At least we all know who was John's favorite one!” Samantha said with a grin and you chuckled.

“That awkward moment when those two are the cutest couple of the show!” Jared said with a grin and you giggled before finally turning to your man and cupping his face and kissing him.

“Oh keep it PG rated you two!” Jensen exclaimed in that old-man voice that made you grin into the kiss.

“Alright, alright alright.” you saw Jensen say, putting on a serious face when the two of you pulled away. He grabbed your husband by the shoulder as Jared came to stand next to him, hands right behind his back.

“Listen dad-” he started and you giggled, watching yourself narrow your eyes at them “It's not like we're going to threaten you but you know our sister comes first and you-” he glanced at Jared.

“You might know how to fight zombies, yeah we get that you're good at that but our best friend is an angel. Maybe no harp but certainly got everything else.”

“And we're not saying like we're gonna send all of heaven after you if you hurt her but- you know, we're also friends with the King of Hell!” Jensen continued.

“Yeah, Dean had a summer romance with him so there's that!” Jared said matter-of-factly as some of the fans laughed and the green-eyed man turned to give his friend a look.

You watched as the five of you laughed and joked around, took the family picture that you actually still have in your phone and responded to fans' questions. Jensen and Jared of course teased the hell out of you but you didn't care then and you didn't care now because you knew that would always be their thing. In the end, both them and the fans loved you and it was evident from how much they tried to express it to you.

Most of them were curious about how it all started but in a good way. They wanted to know how your romance began and how you defied every difficulty there could be to just be together. Most of them found it romantic and you'd always smile shyly when they mentioned it. You'd always have some sort of contact, whether it was just holding hands and playing with each other's fingers or your shoulders touching with your head leaning on his side or even you sitting on his lap.

“You know, it's interesting that you asked-” Jared's voice brought you a little out of your daydream as you remember most of the Cons your husband had surprised you in “It raises an interesting question.” he looked from the fan to you “Since Jeffrey is your father is Supernatural, does that mean he also is- I am curious how you really call him when-” he stopped himself, giving you the look and you snickered as your watched your eyes widened and a loud gasp leave your lips, soon everybody else realizing what he was trying to hint.

Some of the fans cheered as Jensen stared at his friend in shock “And then- then you said I am the dirty one!” he said into the microphone, looking at the fans as Jared laughed a little shyly.

“Ew Jared!” you exclaimed “I serously have no idea why I hang out with you anymore! How the hell did you even think about that?” you made a grossed face as the only thing your husband did was hold his stomach from the laughter.

“I am just saying!” he raised his hands in surrender.

“Mommy, what is uncle Jared talking about?” your daughter's sleepy voice caught your attention once more, the loud cheering had obviously woke her up.

“Oh nothing, sweetie. Don't mind him, uncle Jared is being silly as always.” you tucked a few brown curls out of her face, closing the laptop just because you didn't want her to wake up and hear any more stuff.

“Are you sure about that?” you heard a voice behind you say playfully “I mean darling, you never really answered that question did you?” you turned to look at his smirk and only narrowed your eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.

“Ow, hey! What was that for?”

“You know what.” you said through pursed lips as he only grinned at you, winking.

“You know, there is a first time for everything.” he kissed the top of your head as you scoffed.

“Dean still is my favorite character, sorry baby.” you said with an innocent smile and his own fell for a second.

“Two kids later and I still have not proven to you wrong huh? Challenge accepted.” he said with a glint n his eyes and you bit your lip, looking away from him to not let it show how much he affected you. And oh it wasn't just the hormones that made you want him more, the man himself could have you all ridden up without even trying too much.

“Hey sweetheart.” he whispered as he knelt in front of your daughter, rubbing her head “Why don't you go wash your hands and change into your pjs too? Dinner is ready, we could have it in the living room while watching a movie hm?” he used that sweet father voice of his that made your heart swell inside your chest. She was his princess and he loved spoiling her, that much you knew from the first moment you brought her home. But it still didn't stop surprising you and making you tear up at seeing how much he loved her and how he was willing to do everything for her. He was such a great father that up to this day it made you feel like the luckiest woman on Earth.

“Ok dad.” she said in a sleepy baby voice, making both you and your husband smile even more.

“That's my girl.” he kissed her forehead as she rubbed her eyes with her fists.

“Love you dad.” she mumbled as he chuckled softly when she kissed his cheek, making your heart skip a beat at how adorable the sight in front of you was.

“I love you too, princess.” he pushed her hair out of her face, patting her back before letting her get up and pad her way upstairs.

“Up to this day I wonder how the hell did I get so lucky?” you whispered breathlessly as he grinned at you that breathtaking smile of his, scooting closer to you on the couch.

“I am the lucky one, here. You gave me all I ever wanted and so much more, how can I ever thank you enough?” he said in a low rough voice as he cupped your cheek.

“Well, I think you might have something mind considering you asked our daughter so smoothly to leave us alone.” you smirked knowingly and he shrugged innocently.

“I am not going to deny anything. Not now not ever.” he looked at you with a predatory smile and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You didn't have the chance to reply to him because you felt his lips crash to yours and all air left your lungs. You moaned but grinned into the kiss when you felt his beard tickle you. It had become your new favorite thing on him and you just refused to let him shave it. You gasped when you felt his hands remove the computer from your lap and grab your thighs, firmly so and making you sit on his lap. It wasn't the easiest situation with your big belly in the way but you did wrap your legs around his waist and he let a growl when you shifted on his lap. You smiled, pleased with yourself when you pressed yourself as close as you could to him and he tried to deepen the kiss.

“Still insist on that Dean thing?” he half asked and half growled as he attacked your lips with his, biting and licking.

“Don't know, if this is all Papa Winchester has for me then I might-” you gasped loudly when you felt his hand squeeze your ass and soon giggled when his jealousy showed as he kissed your neck. Hell, maybe attacked it with kisses and bites.

“Sweetheart, we're just getting started.” he said in a grave voice as he nibbled your neck “Besides, I guess you'd remember how much more your hubby has in him for you.”

“Mhm” you bit your lip, burying your face in the crook of his neck; giggling when his beard tickled your neck “I think I do, it's been a few months after all. But I must say, reminds me where the older Winchester got it from.”

“No jokes about that.” he said in a rough voice and you laughed.

“Boy I love seeing you jealous.” you pushed him slightly away so that you could look deeply in his eyes “When will you ever realize that you are and will always be the number one man in my life ever since that first day on set?”

A small sigh left his lips as he leaned back on the couch. A soft smile grazed his lips as he brought his hand up and brushed a few strands out of your face, cupping your cheek soon afterwards “I know it, I do.”

“But still you are jealous when I joke about sleeping with Jensen.” you pointed out with a laugh “Come Jef, you know me better. I fell hopelessly in love with you from the first moment I met you. What? Just because he is closer to my age means he is perfect for me? No, you are.” you said as sincerely as you could to actually make him believe you.

“I know sweetheart.” he pecked your lips “I just can't help it sometimes, I think I still can't understand what a gorgeous woman like you wants to do with me.”

“Are you kidding me?” you laughed “Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror or what? And let's not talk about what a great man you are not just to me or your friends and family, but also your kid. Soon to be kids.” you placed a hand on your belly.

“Well, they do say wisdom comes with age.” he mumbled and you gave him a hard look.

“You know the age gap has never been an issue for me, Jeffrey. I know we've had to deal with some serious shit at first, and I know it took a toll on us but if what I felt for you, if my love for you wasn't this strong I wouldn't have stuck around. We've been together for eleven years now, married for eight out of them and there has not been a single day that I spent with you that I regretted. You are the man that I love, and will always love.”

“I never gave a single fuck about them either, baby.” he sighed “It was always you I got worried about, it was always you I cared for. I didn't want them to take it out on you, that's all.”

“I know but people are always gonna have a problem with whatever we do, so why care anymore? Besides, the people that really know us and the ones that really care about us can see that this was serious from the first moment. We wouldn't be married if it wasn't and we wouldn't have lasted all this time.” you shrugged, kissing his cheek.

“Sometimes it feels like it's been years upon years and other... it feels like it was just yesterday when I first saw you and thought “Damn this woman is going rock my entire world.” and you actually did.” he breathed out and you giggled.

“Was that really what you first thought?” you raised an eyebrow and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, and then my second thought was “Oh crap what's my name? I need to go introduce myself but what the fuck is my name?!” and I swear I looked like a deer caught on headlights for a moment.” he said with a chuckle and you bit your lip.

“You are so not serious?!” you shook your head “You are Jeffrey freaking Dean Morgan, how the hell could you be nervous about a woman?”

“You are not just any woman, sweetheart. Besides, did you see the way you walked around on set with such ease and all the fucking beauty of the world in you? I was smitten! I thought that if you ever said yes to even going out on a date with me I'd have to be the luckiest bastard on Earth.”

“But I agreed to more than just one date, didn't I?”

“Yes you did, and I swear I almost fainted when you said that yes to my proposal. I had to hold back from pinching myself. How the hell is it even possible that a beautiful young woman like you would want to give an idiot like me a second glance to begin with?”

“What can I say...” you breathed out, resting your forehead on his “I've had the hots for you ever since day one, no younger Winchester could ever beat that.”

“So we could say this one goes to daddy Winchester huh?” he broke into a boyish grin and you laughed.

“You're so lucky I love you so much.”