#fangirl dreams: domestic bliss

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Fangirl Dreams: Domestic Bliss

Summary: Jensen comes back home just as Zac is leaving again. For the next couple of weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) get a glimpse of what life could look like after their show ends. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Zac Levi, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Zac Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 2148 A/N #1: The last few paragraphs of this part made me cry when I wrote it. Just a little heads up.  A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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(Y/N) was standing at the airport with her arms securely around Zac’s waist as they waited for his plane. He would be gone for his longest stretch to date. Adding her book tour into the mix and moving back to Vancouver part time made the sadness in her chest unbearable.

“Hey, it will go by fast and we will Facetime all the time.” She looked up at him through her sunglasses seeing he was holding back tears shining in his eyes.

The one thing she loved most about Zac was how much of an empath he was. He always felt what others felt around him and she knew her sadness was overwhelming. “I know. I’m just really going to miss you.”

His flight was announced, and he leaned down kissing her deeply. (Y/N) was in one of her incognito dress ups. One way they could get around the two of them being out in public was for her to wear a wig and sunglasses. Tears slipped down her cheeks as he pulled away from her.

“I love you gorgeous.” He whispered kissing her quickly one final time.

“Love you t-too handsome.” She said watching him walk off towards his security checkpoint.

The ache in her heart whenever one or both of them were going was excruciating. Once she watched him disappear into the crowd (Y/N) made her way to the nearest bathroom. Stepping into one of the stalls she took of her sunglasses and wig. Running her hands through her hair then changing her shirt just in case anyone would happen to make a connection.

(Y/N) waited for Jensen who was flying into Austin from a convention in New Jersey. Her phone buzzed with a text message from Zac. It was a picture of him making a kissy face making her laugh softly. She sent one back to him her heart filling a little better.

Standing at the exit point for all the gates, (Y/N) chatted with some fans who happened to be in Austin checking out the brewery Jensen had opened with some of his closest friends. Thankful they had to leave before Jensen came walking out with the other passengers. He loved his fans but after a convention weekend all he wanted to do was go home and relax.

His arms immediately slipped around her waist picking her up off the ground, “I missed you pretty girl.”

“I missed you too.” She whispered holding him extra tight thankful he was there.

“Did Zac make it out okay?” he asked as they walked to their car.

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah he did. He is off to travel the world on his press tour. I just hope he doesn’t stay up too late with those boys playing video games all night.”

Jensen chuckled as they climbed into the car, “I can’t tell if your worried about his health or jealous you won’t be there to join them.”

She laughed, “I guess a little of both.”

Over the next week, Jensen was on the phone a lot with his manager and the executives of the show. (Y/N) figured they were just talking about the new season coming up. After going to a class at SoulCycle, she came home surprised to find the table set for a candlelight dinner and Jensen in the kitchen cooking.

“What’s all of this?” she asked as he looked over his shoulder.

“Dinner. Go get cleaned up and it should be ready.” He said as she smiled going upstairs.

Just before she stepped into the shower he phone went off seeing it was a Facetime call from Zac. Making sure she was not going to flash anyone she answered the call, “Hey handsome!”

His eyes widen, “Hey yourself gorgeous.”

Looking in the background she realized she was standing next to the mirror giving him a great view of her naked body. “Shit. Hopefully those two boys aren’t around.” She said moving quickly.

“Nope, I’m alone in my hotel room and just wanted to talk with you for a moment. However now I think I just want you to tilt the phone down a little.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Rolling her eyes she smirked standing in front of the mirror again letting him see. “Good god I miss you. Fuck my cock is so hard.”

She knew where he was going with all of this and put a stop to it, “As much as I want to sex it up with you and I do. Jensen is waiting for me downstairs with dinner.”

Zac groaned then sighed heavily, “Fine. Tell Jay to enjoy his dessert later because that is what I’m going to be thinking about for the next few minutes.”

The ache between her legs was overwhelming as she ended her call with Zac. Decided to help him out a little she made a quick little video of herself getting off sending it to him before getting in the shower. When she came downstairs, Jensen face was bright red, and she knew Zac had shared the video with him.

“Screw dinner.” Jensen said picking her up over his shoulder making her squeal as he headed off to the nearest couch in the living room.

The next morning, (Y/N) felt a familiar pressure building deep with her. Peeking her eyes open, she felt Jensen’s hands palming her breasts. Her eyes getting wider seeing his unruly sandy brown hair peeking out from between her legs.

“J-Jensen, oh god…” his teeth grazed against her clit as he looked up smiling.

“Morning.” He said as she smiled down at him.

“Good morning just need a little pussy to get you going?” she asked as he laughed against her slick lips.

Her phone rang as she reached for it showing Jensen who was calling. “Hey handsome, how’s it going?”

Zac looked worn out as he flipped onto his bed, “Good, tired, but good. I just wanted to see your face before I went to bed.”

Jensen chose that moment to push his tongue inside of her making her grunt, “Oh! T-That’s nice.” She was barely able to speak from the assault going on between her legs.

Zac smirked sitting up slightly, “Jensen’s eating you out right now, isn’t it?”

She nodded biting her lip, “Y-Yep.”

She turned the camera towards Jensen letting Zac see Jensen’s head buried into her pussy. “I see you’re having a hearty breakfast.” Zac said as Jensen licked up her slit then smiled.

“You know it.” He said going back to lapping over her clit.

(Y/N) turned the phone back to her seeing Zac’s face scrunched up before saying, “God gorgeous, I wish I was there to taste you. You see my cock right now it’s painfully hard just thinking about tasting you.”

Through her bliss filled mind she had an idea pop into it, “Jensen slow down so I don’t come too soon.”

“What?” both men said together.

She smiled, “Zac take off your clothes.” Her voice was low and husky as realization hit them both.

Jensen sat up slightly pushing two fingers deep within her keeping them still. She looked down to see Zac’s chest and abs then the very tip of his cock resting on his stomach. “What now gorgeous?” he asked his voice filled with desire.

“Let me see it.” She watched as he panned the phone camera down over his long length as she clenched her walls around Jensen’s fingers.

“Fuck Zac, you should feel how tight she just squeezed my fingers inside of her.” He said slowly pumping them in and out of her.

“Handsome, I want you to start stroking yourself slowly. You know how Jensen loves to tease me with slowly steady thrusts. I want you to do that.” She said trying hard to concentrate but losing herself briefly feeling Jensen pull his fingers out and watching Zac stroke himself.

She arched her back as Jensen bottomed out deep within her. “I love watching you when Jensen pushes his cock in you. The way you bit your lip trying to hold in the moan we can hear rumbling in your chest.”

Zac’s voice made her whimper and Jensen began rocking his hips against hers. “Zac go a little a faster and do the thing you always have me do.”

His jaw slacked as she watched his hand slip down his shaft over his sack massaging them gently. “Fuck I love it when you do that.” He groaned.

A small grunt from Jensen brought her attention to him, “God, when she’s taken me completely in her mouth and then starts massaging my balls. Makes me want to come now.” He said thrusting deeply into her.

(Y/N) watched as Zac’s hand went up his shaft again now jerking up and down over it. “Jay pounded into her. Make her come hard.”

She cried out as Jensen did exactly that. Relentlessly, slamming into her as she watch Zac jacking himself off to her cries and moans. “Oh god… fuck Jensen, I-I’m coming!”

The wave of pleasure hitting her had her dropping the phone onto the bed as she heard Zac grunting her name as he made himself come. Jensen hovered over her thrusting hard into her continually chasing after his own release. The angle he was at bringing her close to another orgasm and she wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck Jensen! Oh fuck, keep going! I’m going to come… FUCK!” she yelled out a second orgasm hitting her the same time he bit into her shoulder coming hard deep within her.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard for several minutes as Jensen picked up the phone showing a very sleepy Zac panting slightly. “As much as we miss you buddy, that was fucking amazing.” Jensen said making them all laugh.

“Too right my friend, too right. Excuse me now, I’m going to go pass out and dream about this. Love you gorgeous. Talk to you all later.” Zac ended the call as (Y/N) and Jensen snuggled into one another.

That afternoon they were lounging around outside by the pool when Jensen handed her a whiskey, “Here you go.”

Looking suspiciously at him she took the drink, “Thanks? A little early for whiskey?” there was something about the look on his face that filled her worry, “Jensen what’s going on?”

He took a deep breath, “Um I’ve kind of made a big decision that affects everyone. It was a hard decision but one that I feel is time for.”

“O-Okay…” she sat up setting her glass down on the table next to her chair with a trembling hand. A thousand thoughts filling her mind instantly that were all worse case scenarios.

Jensen downed his own whiskey, “Jared and I talked at length over the last few conventions. We’ve decided that this next season is going to be our last of Supernatural.”

(Y/N)’s heart dropped and instantly tears filled her eyes, “What? Why?” she asked reacting more from a fan point of view than a wife.

He smiled at her pulling her into his lap, “We want more time with our families and to pursue other projects. Seeing Zac succeeding with Shazam sparked something within me that I want to see if I can do a few more things in my career. More importantly though, I want to be with you and him more often. I want us to start a family.”

“We’ve never talked about starting a family. How would that even look for us?” she asked her heart being pulled into opposite directions.

Jensen shrugged, “I don’t know but what I do know is that it’s time. Jared feels it and so do I. It’s going to be rough going back to tell everyone this and then to tell the fans. Shit, it’s breaking my heart to tell you knowing you’re like our number one fan in the world.”

(Y/N) chuckled as he wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. Sniffling then looking up at him she smiled, “If this is what you both feel is the right thing then I’m behind you one hundred percent. I’m just…”

More tears starting flowing down her cheeks as Jensen asked, “Just what pretty girl?”

“I’m just going to miss Dean and Sam so much.” A sob tore through her chest as she buried her head into the crook of his neck her body shaking as she cried.

“I-I’m going to miss him too.” He whispered holding her tightly as she felt his own body trembling from the emotions he had been holding back coming out.

When they moved back to Vancouver, Jensen and Jared had a hard first week back letting the rest of the cast and crew know their decision. Just like in all things, the Supernatural family was nothing but supportive and full of love for the two men who lead them on this great journey.  

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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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trust

pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x reader

wordcount: 1.6k

warnings: none, pining, fluff fluff fluff

summary: the inherent intimacy of sharing space

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Entering your ship was a strange experience for Ezra. He rarely entered other people’s pods at all, much less because he was invited. And really, how you managed to get a even a small one all to yourself was beyond him. It felt personal - intimate, and indeed, it was not something you would allow without tremendous trust.

He was silent, as the hatch released and he climbed in after you. Out of respect or… something else, you did not know. You felt vulnerable. The darkness of his lashes under the glow of your lights made it all the more obvious that he wasn’t missing a single detail about it, about you.

You had taken care to disguise it, with a carefully faked outer shell that no one would give a second glance. Even more care went to the maintenance, and he was sure there were secrets hidden away that even he couldn’t see. After a few weeks of your unlikely partnership, he was not surprised. It was particular, to feel safe in such a place, in such a time, but he did. This was certainly not a ship that would torch and tremble its way into disarray, and nothing was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand against the humidity. 

Ezra’s favorite part, though, was by far the little things you’d collected and placed around. There weren't many, but it made him feel strangely happy inside - to see hints of you that you’d permitted, despite the temporary nature of these things. Little things stuck to the wall, a chest tucked under what he could only assume was your bed, and a small mountain of blankets.

Words began to drip from his mouth, falling and floating and filling the small space.

“Moonlight,” his nickname for you was music on your ears. “I must say that it is a genuine pleasure to be welcome in this establishment.” Ezra’s words were fast, first because he was nervous and then because he was excited. People always thought he spoke with eloquent articulation, because the words were as sweet and dark as good honey, but with you they’d always been different. They tumbled over each other as he tried to fit too many into too small of a space, almost desperate to communicate everything going on in his brain, and maybe even his heart, all at once.

More than happy to listen, you nodded, and gently slid up behind him, as he turned in circles around the main room. Dodging his arm, which was gesturing as his topic of interest switched from your pod to you, you gently began to tug at his suit.

It was another intimate moment – removing the filter from it, undoing the clasps and wordlessly asking him to slough off a layer for you.

His strung out sentences stuttered before they picked up again, cautiously flirtatious.

It wasn’t as though the two of you hadn’t grown close, these past few weeks, but neither of you had been in such a position. Self preservation was always the first instinct of anyone who wanted to live another day without poison in their lungs or thrower shots making holes in their body. It felt foreign, but natural, and it took no time at all for him to return the favor, albeit with a touch more insistence.

Dark eyes raked over your underclothes, lingering on the skin he could see, as if it was his first time seeing you like this. Maybe it was, in it’s own way. The air of your ship was clean, filtered, and you had found decent lights recently, making it a distinct improvement over the debris filled fog of most of this forsaken planet. So you understood, as your drank in his form, too: the roughness of his skin and the form of his muscles beneath his clothes. The urge to swallow came before you could stop it, and his eyes followed the movement in your throat, undoubtedly aware that he was the cause of the extra saliva in your mouth.

He had moved close, but not as close as you might’ve thought. No closer than the quiet moments in his tent when you sat by his side, bent over maps and tools, and sharing supplies. No closer than when he pretended to press his hand over your mouth and the corners of his eyes crinkled with laughter as you both hid from a hostile party. Certainly no closer than when you were walking through a particularly beautiful area, and he had tucked your glove into his elbow as best he could, shocking you as it made him all but defenseless, and the helmets of your suits had bumped into each other.

Ezra was close, but then he was moving away, asking you where he could place the things for safety or cleaning or recharging. You showed him, explaining as much about your ship as you could, wanting him to know it, as he already knew you.

When your hands brushed, over the control unit, a shudder went through you. Being the man he was, he gave you a slow, salacious grin, but his eyes betrayed something softer. You returned the look, before turning away, compelled to open your chest and show him what was inside.

Or some of it, anyway.

You held a worn book out to him, and Ezra eyes glazed over, appreciating it to the full volume that you intended. It was old, worn, but still in common, and he grasped it reverently. You averted your eyes as he tried to find a position where he could use his single hand to devour the words, fully aware of his pride. There was plenty to do, anyway, and… you hadn’t discussed sleeping arrangements, so shifting some of the blankets onto the floor was more than necessary.

He watched you, though.

The prospect of the passages on the pages betwixt his palms was moot in comparison to your form. To Ezra, you were ethereal. His Moonlight. The drape of the cloth between your fingers and the glow of the lights illuminating the fine hairs on your skin was enchanting. Part of him wanted to tell you to stop, to leave the blankets so the two of you could burrow in, together, and he could feel your breath on his skin before his eyes even opened in the morning. But the other parts were still stuck in longing, and soaking in the domesticity of your movements.

“What’s on your mind, Ezra?”

You’d caught him dreaming.

“Lovely one, I was just reflecting on a story I heard awhile ago, that I think your beauty would quite belong in,” he started, more than excited by the image his mind was overlaying. Marble columns and sweeping stairs and arched windows that reached to the heavens replaced the metal and wires and knobs, and it was blissful, before it came crashing down.

Shy wasn’t a word that usually suited him, but it was the only one that fit in this moment. His head ducked, shoulders hunched as he glanced resentfully at the knotted fabric where his arm would be. There were many things his words could transform, dreamlike worlds he could – would – create for you but there was a part of him that did not fit.

When it had first been lost, being alive was more than enough. And usually, that remained true. Ezra considered himself more than lucky to be alive to walk in the glow you cast, to be graced with your smile but…

Your own head tilted, watching him as you waited, mind searching, sorting through the stories he’d recited to you over the long harvest walks.

He was still looking for the words, the right ones, anyway, as you moved gently.

The click brought him back to reality, and the music made it worth it. It was a rickety old thing, but the player did it’s job just fine, for a moment like this.

In a trance, still shy but increasingly eager, he stood his full height, placing the book gently away before reaching for you. The self doubt ebbed out of him the closer you got, the trust in your eyes making him feel more worthy than the strength of his limbs ever did.

The words caught in his throat as your hands slid around his neck, as he felt hyperaware of every nerve that connected with your skin.

Your eyes held his like gravity until his hand touched your hip, and the heat on your face made you duck away. There was space between your bodies and he gently began to guide you round and round.

It was strange, the feeling inside of him, how good this little moment was, but he was intoxicated by it, by you. When his arm slid to your lower back and asked you closer, you melted into his chest and he was sure nothing had ever felt quite so heavenly. You fit into him, adding on to his soul effortlessly as you molded together and he couldn’t stop himself.

Ezra spoke into the space, so close that your hair trembled under his breath, having split between his desire just to feel you, and his need to tell you how grateful he was for this moment. The ghost of you lips on his skin was more than he had ever hoped for, but made him hungry for more of you, to steal more of these moments and elicit more of these feelings.

In turn, you felt encompassed by him, and something grew inside of you for the first time since you’d ventured out in the dangerous time and space, all alone.

“Ez,” you whispered. The words tripped, but continued, and you almost wondered if he was too excited to finish his story to stop them from pushing out.

“Ezra,” you tried again and he stopped, both talking and swaying, almost frozen as he cradled you.

“Thank you,” for what specifically, you weren't sure, but you felt like you had to say it. For all of it, everything he was.

He began to sway again, his fingers curling ever so slightly into the cloth on your back. The music lilted through the air, and there was a long moment before he picked up, compelled to finish what he started. You didn’t mind.

Neither of you ever slept as peacefully as you did that night.

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History Repeats (Part 11)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 1818

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“Hayden,” you said jovially as he covered your eyes, “where are we going?” you demanded playfully.

“Just a few more steps, please,” he requested, just behind you. 

A week had passed since Hayden had asked you out, trying to find a day that your schedules lined up. Now he’d had you blindfolded since you left the house, and when you got out of the car, he had you walking, covering your eyes with his hands now.

You thought you could hear water, you could hear people chatting, you could hear birds, you could hear...something hitting something, like wood on wood. 

You had no idea where you were. Your best guess was a pier. Maybe he was taking you fishing. 

“Okay, open,” Hayden quietly said and you slowly opened your eyes, the sunlight stinging at first as you looked around. You were at some sort of dock, with several gondolas.

“What is this?” you asked, looking at your surroundings with question. 

“Come on,” he said with a shy smile as he gestured for you to follow him, holding out his hand. “It’s a gondola ride,” he informed. “I thought instead of the typical dinner date, since we eat dinner all the time together, this might be a little more...fun.”

“I’ve never been on a boat before,” you softly murmured.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” he noted. “I’ll be there, not that that’s much comfort,” he teased. 

You scrunched your nose at him as he pulled you along to the rental booth, stating he had a reservation. After confirming all the details, they got your boat setup, a gondolier joining you. 

“After this, I thought we could grab lunch at a really small out of the way place I have in mind, if that’s okay with you?” he asked, seeming a little nervous.

Grinning at him, you nodded. “Of course, whatever you want.”

The two of you drifted for a little bit before the inevitable conversation started. You had started with talking about a couple of things you’d seen in the news, giving your opinion on it. Hayden agreed mostly with your views, offering questions or comments here and there. After a while, the conversation had steered from new to embarrassing moments that you’d had. You had recounted a time of being hotel manager that you’d walked in on a couple in a rather...explicit scene. 

“Oh my God,” Hayden said while laughing heartily. “You didn’t. Didn’t you knock?”

“I did! I thought I heard them say ‘Come in’ but I was mistaken. They had said, ‘Come on’...” you said, your cheeks blazing as you covered your face with your hands, laughing from the tale. 

“Not sure if that’s as bad as me walking in on Natalie during dress change for Star Wars,” he commented.

Your face went into shock as your mouth formed an O. “Oh no. Oh god. How did that happen?! You’re not serious. You’re messing with me,” you accused. 

He shook his head as he bit his bottom lip, chuckling. “Nope, not joking. It was, uh, it was...we were getting changed for one of the scenes. I thought I’d stop by to ask her her opinion on one of our next scenes. Her door was cracked open so I thought it was okay -- because she typically cracked the door when she was reading lines. I walked in and she was only halfway dressed.”

“Oh no!” you said, laughing. “Was she mad?”

Hayden shook his head. “No. She actually thought it was funny. I didn’t see anything but her back, but it still made it awkward for me for a while. She said that she thought she’d shut her door. The two of us eventually had a good laugh about it, but I thought I was a deadman when i opened that door.”

“Oh, aw,” you cooed sympathetically with a laugh. 

The two of you continued your sweet, blissful ride, swapping humiliating stories, reminiscing about hilarious childhood memories. The ride was so fun and light, the two of you laughing as you continued talking, learning about one another, and for you, falling more in love with him. Hayden truly was so sweet, level headed, down to earth, and yet, he had so many reasons that he could be totally full of himself. 

A few times, he asked you to elaborate or explain more about yourself, seemingly enthralled in your boring, mediocre life. The ride came to an end after a while, the two of you thanking your gondolier as you climbed out. He drove you over to a quaint cafe that was actually situated back in an alley. You had to go between two buildings, past a gorgeous courtyard, and then into the actual cafe. The two of you ordered and went back out to the courtyard and sat in the shade, continuing your conversation, learning all about each other.

The two of you touched a little on your personal lives. He told you about his parents, his sisters, diving into their relationship, and you loved and admired how highly he spoke of them. He was proud and impressed by all their accomplishments and it was wonderful to see that in a man. A huge turn off for you was someone who didn’t like their family. You offered up some about yourself as well, going into your childhood, your home life. 

At first, you weren’t sure that dating would be different from being friends, but quickly, you realized it was. Questions went from “What do you want for dinner?” to “What was your favorite meal growing up?” It felt backwards, to live together, to get used to each other domestically, and then start dating and learning about each other. But in one way, it got the worst part of the relationship out of the way. You weren’t learning about him in his everyday life, the two of you were trying to learn about each other, treading the waters to see if you had chemistry, anything to bond you two. 

Sure, as friends, as roommates, it was a pretty good time, but you’d seen before where friendships work, but the romance didn’t. In this case, you were praying that wasn’t true. And thus far, it proved not to be a problem. The two of you not finding anything you would consider a red flag or a deal breaker.

All too soon, the date was over and the two of you went back home to go back to living life as you had. You had some errands to run, as did Hayden, in different areas all over the city so you went your separate ways, the entire time mulling over the date, feeling giddy, excited and hopeful for the whole thing.

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A few days after your date, you were working your normal shift. Getting lost in paperwork, you were standing at the check in counter, the lobby completely empty, and you began to sing without thinking. Seeing as it was rather late, and you didn’t expect anyone to come around, you were humming a few bars of your own song when a man approached the counter, but you didn’t hear him. 

Not paying much attention, you continued singing when the man finally cleared his throat.

“Excuse me,” he softly said, making you jump.

You looked up and apologized, seeing a heavy set, middle-aged man leaning with one arm on the counter. 

“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry,” you apologized quickly, getting red-faced. 

“Not a problem. You have a good set of pipes on you,” he said, and you thanked him. “Typically, I don’t do this, but your voice...I’d like to work with you.” He pulled out his wallet and handed you a business card. “I’m Trey Corzon.”

“Trey Corzon?” you asked, fangirling and starstruck. Trey was one of the biggest names in music right now. The hottest names were popping up, and his name was all over them as the producer. 

“I’m a music producer. I was wondering if you’d like to give me a call sometime? Maybe we can work out some time in a booth. If you’d like,” he offered.

“I would love to,” you nearly shrieked.

“Do you have any demos?”

“Uh, yes, actually! I’ve got one with four tracks. Give me just a second and I’ll go get them,” you said just before you ran off to your office, grabbed the demo you kept on hand and raced back to him. “They’re a little rough, but I really think in the right hands, it could be something pretty special.” 

He took it from you and smiled. “Thanks. I’ll give it a listen. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/F/N,” you said slowly, to make sure he heard all of it and remembered it as he shook your hand. “It’s an honor to meet you.” 

“Likewise, I’m sure,” he kindly said. “Well, hey, I gotta get running. Need to meet one of my artists at a release party. I’m gonna give this a listen in the next few days. Give me a ring, and we’ll set up something.”

“I will,” you promised, about to burst. 

“Thanks, have a good night.” 

The two of you waved as you waited until he was fully gone to do a small happy dance. You pulled out your phone and texted Hayden, telling him you had some great news.

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Your shift finally ended and you nearly raced out of the hotel, throwing yourself into your car to speed home. As soon as you got in, Hayden’s face lit up.

“So what’s this great news?” he asked as he got up from the couch.

“I got discovered!” you nearly shouted, excitement in your face, voice, and body as you nearly jumped with glee. 

“You did? That’s fantastic!” he said as he ran over to you, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you around. When he sat you down, he cupped your face, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and brought his lips to yours, fervently. A congratulatory kiss. 

The kiss was swift, sweet, and punctuated with heat. When he let you go, you were breathless.

“Wow. I should get discovered more often,” you noted with bliss, your eyes still closed as he still cupped your face. He kissed your forehead and offered you to sit on the couch while he reheated leftovers for you. You told him all about it, how big of a deal it was, how excited you were. 

He seemed genuinely thrilled for you, unlike Jason, who constantly told you it was a pipe dream. The two of you talked for a little while longer, you getting entirely giddy about the idea of being a singer. Eventually, the two of you needed to go to bed though, so you bid each other a goodnight and parted ways, but for the first time in a while, you felt good about the future.

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Game Night (Lily x MC)

Pairing: Lily x MC (Charlie, FC Lana Condor)

Word Count: 770

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Cute Kisses

Description: Lily and Charlie have a quiet night in, far different from the wild pace of Jax, Adrian, and Kamilah. 

Author Note: My MC, Charlie, is dating everybody she can kiss. In honor of Bloodbound and giving Lily so well deserved love, please enjoy this fluffy slice of life drabble. Masterlist is found on my blog bio.

“So… Jax,, Adrian, and Kamilah are just…”

Charlie flops on the couch next to Lily in their apartment—though, Adrian’s… or Kamilah’s… or the Shadow Den… is more often home to Charlie more often than not. But still—there’s something familiar and safe when it comes to their worn couch, string lights, and coffee table to prop their feet on. “Yep. Council stuff, you know. Big spooky secret things.”

Lily laughs, and kisses her cheek, dark eyes alight. “Nothing that you’re privy to?”

Charlie rolls her eyes and holds up the empty glass for Lily to pour wine into. “You know, you’d think after making a stellar pun after shooting Nicole and helping save them, I’d be allowed into a few more secret meetings…”

“But you’re here with me. Home.”

Their quiet laughter overshadows the click of their glasses, now full with luscious merlot. Lily grips Charlie’s thigh, her touch familiar as a Sunday morning, soft and warm and a comfort. Even if things are far more settled in the vampire world… Lily is a steady, strong comfort. Her familiar. Always, has and always will.

They sip, eyes on each other—and then Charlie grants Lily a kiss, tilting her head chin up to meet Lily. Lily leans down, hand sliding up, raking her nails along her inner thigh, exposed from the shorts worn since high school—and Charlie tastes merlot with a flick and swirl of her tongue.

As if under her spell, Lily’s fangs gently—so, so gently (and unlike Jax or Kamilah or Adrian, not that she doesn’t love their control and dominance)—scrape her lower lip, a jolt shoots through her—but Lily pulls away, smirking. Charlie juts her lower lip, still tingling with the thrill of Lily’s touch, fangs retreating along with her red eyes. “Lil…”

Lily sets a controller on Charlie’s lap. “Later. I believe you promised me a wine and game night?”

Charlie grins, setting the wine glass down. On the screen, a mutant creature roars, heavy metal music percolating the tiny—yet cozy—living room. “That I did, Player One.”

Lily laughs, offering another kiss. “Good. Now. Let me show you how to kick ass.”

“I believe I’m already a certified ass kicker, Lil.”

“Heh.” Lily eyes drift to Charlie staring intently at the controller, trying to change her character—and nothing happening. “Not on my playing field, Player Two.”

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“Wow. You suck.”

“I believe that’s your job.”

“Oh my god, Char. You didn’t.”

Somehow, Charlie and Lily roll their eyes at the same time. Charlie can’t say she’s good at Killing Floor 2. Or Destiny. Or Mario Kart. Or Mario Party.

But she tried—even if she’s much rather eye how hot Lily looks in that tank top for their date night in. Charlie sets the Switch controllers down and settles snugly against Lily, her legs thrown over Lily’s. Popcorn remains untouched, Charlie far more interested in falling into Lily’s tender embrace. It’s a busy life running around with Jax, Kamilah, and Adrian—often taking her on dates like she can’t believe, never a breath to catch in between.

But not Lily. Not her Lily—the woman always there for her, welcoming her with a place she can call home, no matter how upside-down life is, thrust into a world she never imagined. Comfort. Home.

Their eyes lock and Lily pulls her close, cheek resting upon her head. “Wanna just watch a movie? You’re looking a little glassy eyed there, Charlie.”

Once more, Charlie pouts. “And if I wanna kiss you all night…?”

Lily chuckles, tapping her nose. “It’s three am.” Her hand rubs her arm. “We don’t have all night. And while a drunk Charlie is very, very cute and adorable… she’s a terrible kisser.”

Charlie can only mock horror but settle against Lily further, hand on her thigh. She knows it won’t be long before she drifts off under soft lighting, Lily’s touch, and the moving screen of some zombie movie— it’s the perfect storm.

And that, she does, Lily not releasing her hold for one moment. Charlie doesn’t remember getting into bed that morning, but she does recall Lily slipping in next to her, kissing her temple, saying, “You’re favorite Player Two, you know.”

Maybe she mumbles, “I know” or “You’re mine” or “Paper pigs”—but Charlie drifts off in Lily’s arms once more, wine and Lily drunk, sinking into a slice of domestic bliss that allows her—for once—to relax and breath, to forget all that lays outside. There’s only one thing that matters in their apartment, seemingly safe from the unknown world: Lily, always.

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Fangirl Dreams Masterlist

Overall Summary: One memorial moment of meeting the two celebrities (Y/N) admired most leads to a whirlwind romance with the both of them. Just as their relationship began it would be in one moment that possible could ruin the perfect little world they had created. Leading them all to make an impossible decision. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Zachary Levi, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Zac Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Slight Angst Total Word Count: 23,538 A/N: This little series is dedicated to @dean-winchesters-bacon for always encouraging me to write what comes into my mind. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy! Headers: All my headers I made myself but I do NOT own any of the images. I found them all on the Google so if you see an image you know who made it please let me know so I can give proper credit. Thanks!

Part One – Fangirl Dreams Summary: (Y/N)’s favorite time of year has once again come around, but this year at San Diego Comic Con was extra special. Word Count: 3334

Part Two – Fangirl Dreams: Coming Home Summary: Finally, Zac comes home but seems a little distant. With Jensen away for a convention, (Y/N) spends some quality time with him.   Word Count: 2959

Part Three – Fangirl Dreams: The Honky-Tonk Summary: Jensen and Zac plan a special party for (Y/N) in celebration of one of her lifetime dreams comes true. Word Count: 3157

Part Four – Fangirl Dreams: Remember When Summary: (Y/N) is on a morning talk show and is asked about the first time she met Jensen. She goes down memory road of the faithful night she spent with Jensen and Zac. Word Count: 2715

Part Five – Fangirl Dreams: Domestic Bliss Summary: Jensen comes back home just as Zac is leaving again. For the next couple of weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) get a glimpse of what life could look like after their show ends. Word Count: 2148

Part Six – Fangirl Dreams: Night Out Summary: After being apart from Jensen and Zac for several weeks, they are all back home for just the night and (Y/N) wants to spend it with them both. Their night out ends up threaten the perfect little world they had carefully protected for the last six years. Word Count: 3445

Part Seven – Fangirl Dreams: The Aftermath Summary: (Y/N) goes back to her hometown to get some distance from Jensen and Zac. Getting a much needed perspective of the situation, she makes a big decision about their relationship. Word Count: 3191

Part Eight – Fangirl Dreams: The Family Business Summary: A year after going public with their relationship (Y/N) comes out with a tell all book about it. While she had been working on that, her and Jensen were also working on something big for Zac. Word Count: 2589