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[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 3

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)**I can’t figure out who I picture more as Kylin, Cara Delevingne or Taylor Momsen, so I’ll be using gifs of both till I get it figured out.** TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies

   I spent the next 4 weeks in Austin. The first week, I barely left the bed, barely eating. The second week, after most of the bruises had healed, leaving only a minor scar above my right eyebrow, I ventured into the living room and out in the backyard. The third week I had been so grateful that no one had brought up the subject that I began to talk again. By the the fourth week I felt a lot better and decided that it was time to go back to Dallas. Jensen had insisted that I could stay, but he also understood my need to move on and past what had been the last 3 years of my life. He lent me the money to find a new loft in one of the sub cities in the Dallas Metroplex, and by the end of the second month I had went back to bar tending, what I did before Anthony forced me to quit working. After working at the most expensive strip club in Fort Worth for only two months, the owner himself promoted me to lead. My life was actually some what normal, and I was starting to become my old self again.         “Kylin, hun, I need your help tonight.” John, one of the managers, a large man with muscles on top of muscles, began pleading one night, hands in the praying position while sweat dripped from his greasy forehead and onto his expensive suit. 

   "I’m not dancing again, John, stop asking.“ I smirked as I scraped the bar code off an empty bottle before throwing it in the trash can.    "What? No. Not that. Well, that would help too…. but, never mind, stop distracting me.” He grinned, walking around the edge of the bar to the well.      "Then what is it? Kinda busy here, babe.“ I sighed as yet another ticket appeared from the printer. I started working on the order as John continued.    "Lucy called in sick, and there’s supposed to be this huge group of people come into night. Apparently there’s this convention in Dallas and all the actors want to come here. They even made a reservation for the V.I.P area. They bought the whole fucking thing out, Ky.” his never ceasing gestures with his hands emphasized how nervous he was. It made me giggle.    "Calm down, Big man, don’t give yourself a stroke. I’ll rock V.I.P tonight, and have Andrea handle main. Caitlyn can take the main floor with the other girls. Don’t have a fucking heart attack.“ I rolled my eyes as I called for the girls to come over so I could explain what would be happening without John trying to confuse them by doing it himself. Poor Guy was always a fucking mess.

   The managers banned together and reconstructed the folding walls that were apart of the V.I.P area to open up into the bar, also maneuvering them to give everyone who would be in the room more privacy. I was able to get the bar fully stocked and cleaned by the time the group started arriving. The night began with the waitstaff running around like chickens with their heads cut off as the main floor filled quickly as well. John was helping me behind the bar at the same time as running to assist Andrea as well, and was honestly doing more harm than good by the time he broke his 3rd bottle of scotch.

   "God damn it, John, get the fuck from behind my bar! Go find me a real damn bar back!” I screamed as I pushed him out from the area in a huff. He quickly ran and hid behind Andrea’s well.    "Fucking hell, I thought that was you.“ Came a deep rough chuckle from the other side of me. My skin instantly prickled at the sound of his voice.     I turned slowly around to see the handsome man leaning over with his arms crossed on the bar top, empty glass in front of him. He was wearing a worn leather jacket, black t-shirt, with his thick rimmed glasses, smirk playing on his lips as his eyes danced over me in the small black tank top and shorts. I brought my palms together in front of me and gave a smile with the background of a cringe.        "Err.. Hey, Jeffrey. Uh- sorry about that.” I closed my eyes in embarrassment. He barked out a laugh.        "Ha! Hon, that was adorable. You had that poor man sweating! How do you do that, anyway? He’s twice your size.“ He shook his head as I walked over and grabbed his glass. I lifted it up and he replied, "Whiskey, you drinkin?”      "I damn sure need one.“ huffed out of me as I reached for the bottles of Crown and Maker’s.    I filled his glass up as my favorite blonde dancer threw herself into one of the barstools towards the end of the bar. I filled my own and clinked it together with his in cheers before downing the amber liquid and turning my attention to the girl.   "This place is ridiculous tonight.” She whined, laying her head on her arm that she draped over the bar top, “How is your bar so empty?”   “It’s not, you see this printer? Hasn’t stopped.” I nodded in the direction of the computer as I reached over and grabbed the next three receipts as they printed.   I started working on the orders, dropping them at the well as the waitresses lined up to grab them. I had almost gotten completely back into work mode when I heard the girl shriek, “Holy crap, you’re Negan!” “Why, yes mam, I am.” was his chuckling reply.   “Jesus Christ, Cal, hold it in why don’t you?” I glared at her playfully.    "Holy fucking shit. How are you doing tonight, sir?“ She instantly went into prowl mode. I breathed a laugh at her attempt to slink the distance of the barstools over to the one beside Jeffrey. He gave her an amused look and laughed.      "Doing good, yourself?” he entertained her for a few minutes and I got lost back into work, making sure the constant flow of tickets was kept at a minimum. It wasn’t until I heard her voice pitch up again that I returned my attention back to them.  "Ky! Why didn’t you tell me you know famous people?“ She screeched, leaning over the bar on her elbows, knees in the stool.    "I know a famous people?” I confessed, shrugging, bringing my hands up to my shoulders as gesture. It earned me another laugh from Jeffrey. I grabbed the bottle of Makers and a Redbull for Cal and filled his glass again.    "Can I get some vodka?“ She mumbled, getting a straw and poking it through the tab. I glared at her with my hand on my hip. Jeffrey started giggling again.   "Whatever,” She leaped from the stool and turned to Jeff, “Wanna get some dances?” she asked while taking a sip from the straw, innocent look on her face.   “Not tonight, dear. Sorry.” He shook his head but pulled a few twenties out of his jacket pocket and handed them to her. She smiled widely and looked to me, then back to Jeffrey, then back to me finally and gave a wink. I rolled my eyes and went back to work.    Jeffrey stayed at the bar the rest of the evening, making small talk with me when I got a moment to come refill his glass. About thirty minutes before closing, while I was beginning to clean up, a second loud voice finally joined the bar.  

   "There you are! God damn, you fucking disappeared!“ I turned to see Norman Reedus clutch Jeffrey on the shoulder and drunkenly lean against the bar beside him. He looked to me immediately and growled, "And who do we have here,” while licking his lips.      Jeffrey smacked him on the chest with a laugh before throwing his other arm around the other man’s shoulder.      "Norm, this is Kylin, Jensen Ackles’ baby sister.“ He made sure to linger on the word ‘baby’ with a mocking tone to his voice, "I met her in Austin a few months ago, remember?” I could tell he had gripped Norman’s shoulder a little tighter in warning. 

     "Ohhh, well, makes sense then why we haven’t seen you all night.“ He teased, wagging his eyebrows and flashing a grin before returning his gaze to me.    "You’re a cute little thing. What you weigh, about a buck?” He lit up a cigarette and grinned on exhale. “Jesus, fucker, have some couthe,” Jeffrey barked.   Ignoring him, I cocked my eyebrow at Norman as his eyes roamed my tiny frame, “Soaking wet.” I smirked.    That earned me another bark of a laugh from Jeffrey and Norman choked on his smoke.    "I like you,“ Norman said suspiciously, narrowing his eyes and pointing at me with the fingers holding his cigarette. He stepped away from the bar and started back towards the small group of people, looking back to give Jeff a knowing look, eyes still squinted.      Jeffrey shook his head as he turned back around to me, propping his chin in the palm of his hand and elbow on the bartop again. "What are you doing later?” He asked. “It’s two in the morning, Mr. Morgan. I’m cleaning this bar then going to bed.”    "Hmmm…well, I suppose I’ll let you get to it before I miss my ride.“ He glanced over at the group of his friends that were making their way out of the small section and towards the door.    He pulled his phone out from his pocket before placing it on the bar in front of him, open on the ‘Add Contact’ screen without saying anything. I looked him in the eye as I picked up the phone and quickly tapped out my number and name before placing it back on the bar. He grinned, picking the phone back up and hitting the 'Add Contact Photo’ button and it opening up into the camera. I let a laugh out but climbed on top of the freezer and leaned over the bar to get into the frame. Jeffrey clicked the button with a big smile on both of our faces. "Send that to me?” I asked after I hopped down.    "Of course,“ he replied, still grinning as he got up from the stool. I could tell he sent the message before shoving the phone back in his pocket.     "It was good seeing you again, Ky. Glad to see you’ve been taking care of yourself.” He smiled a genuine smile before giving a little wave before starting off. I walked around the edge of the bar, “Wait, Jeff.”     He turned around to see me standing a few feet away. He instantly opened his arms and I made my way into them. His tall body and long arms wrapped around my petitness, and I let the smell of his cologne assault my senses as my face was planted into his chest. I felt a hum rip through him as he squeezed me as I curled my arms around his waist under his jacket. He brought a hand up to cup my face against him and I felt him lean down and kiss the top of my head. “Thank you.” I sighed against him for a moment before pulling away.    "Anytime, sweetheart.“ He repeated the words he’d spoken the last time he’d seen me, except this time I wasn’t a bruised, quivering, quaking mess. "Text me when you’re home?”    I looked up at him and nodded before he finished pulling the rest of the way away to turn to meet his friends out the door. 'Holy fucking shit.’ was the only thing that I could think. 

   The next day I woke up to two new text messages. Both from Jeffrey. One was the picture from the night before, and the other asking what I had planned for the day. nothing that I know of, today’s my day off finally, lol. I typed out and hit send before crawling out of my comfortable bed. You should come to the con. I can leave you a pass at the front. was his response moments later. I guess I don’t have anything better to do today… ;) I hope he got the teasing tone. Well good ;) Come hang out with some old men.  I shook my head as I laughed to myself as I walked to the bathroom for a shower. 

    He sent me the details that I needed on where the con was being held as I took a shower and got ready. I wore a pair of shorts, because even though it was October, it’s Texas and still in the low 90’s, as well as my fitted black 'Family Buisness Beer Co’ shirt that was a v-neck and showed a little cleavage. I found my comfy converse and a tied my pink and black flannel around my hips to protect me if I was out late enough for it to get chilly. I left my makeup classy, not wanting to take the risk of it messing up. Lashes and Dark lipstick will always be a girl’s best friend.  

   Anxiety and nervousness started to sit in as I pulling into the parking lot of the convention center. Sure, I had hung out with actors before, but never anyone besides the ones from CW or my brother’s friends. And my brother was always there. I grinned at the thought of how pissed Jensen was going to be when he found out I had gone against his obvious wishes and hung out with Jeffrey. I figured my excuse would be that I’m a grown woman and allowed to do as I pleased, and after 3 years in hell I deserved to have a little fun. Plus, we were just going to be hanging out as friends.      I entered the convention center and found the front desk where the passes were being kept. I gave the lady my name, who lifted her eyebrows in suprise as she asked for my ID. After showing it she handed over the gold pass and itenerary and pointed in the direction of the lounge. I texted Jeff and let him know I was there, which he responded for me to meet him lounge and he would get me into the green room. I was able to find the room fairly easy and was thankful that they had a bar open. I sat in a stool and ordered a Bloody Mary to calm my nerves while I waited.       A side door that I hadn’t noticed before opened up and Norman popped his head out barely.       “Psssst, Ackles. Over here.” Norman whispered, waving his hand, trying to avoid being seen by the few fans in the vicinity. I quickly grabbed my drink and scurried over to him as he opened the door wide enough for me to slip by. The door led to a hallway, which led to the green room.      "Jeff got called to a photo op real quick, so he sent me to get ya. I’ve gotta get goin’ myself, but just wait here and he should be back in about 10,“ Norman explained as he held the door open to the small room filled with couches and tables adorned with snacks and drinks. I nodded in response while sipping from my straw as I found a couch to sit on.      I was scrolling through social media and chewing on my straw when I heard his voice,"I thought you were a whiskey girl.”        I looked up at him with my head still angled down and removed the straw from my lips,“Breakfast of champions,” I said as I raised my glass upwards in salutation.      He breathed out a chuckle as I stood up and took a step forward to him. He opened his arms and I settled into them in what was only a semi-awkward embrace. I still had a slight issue with being touched, but for some reason, even though Jeffrey was still unfamiliar, my skin didn’t seem to crawl like it did with other people.      "Thanks for coming, Hon, it’s good to see you.“ he drawled, looking down at me with his arms still around me.      I peered up to look at him and let a small smile creep on my face, "Good to see you too, Mr. Morgan.”    I sat back down on the couch and he joined me. He sat close, but not uncomfortably so. He put his arm across the back of the sofa where his hand was near my shoulder, but not touching it, and turned towards me with a grin.    "How’s the con going? I haven’t been to one of these things in a few years" I said as I drained my glass of the remaining liquid and placed it on a near by table before shifting slightly in my seat to look at him better. He was wearing his leather jacket, dark shirt and jeans with his glasses again.       “Good. Crazy as fuck though. They over sold everything and everyone’s squeezed in here like sardines. The line for autos was so long they had to start going by sections and people are super pissed. Norman almost fought someone over a cigarette break.” he huffed a laugh and shook his head as he lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.  "Sounds like a shit storm" I giggled back.

    He had an hour break before he had to get back to photo ops and autographs, which we spent catching up. He told me he was happy I was feeling and doing better, and I thanked him for it. He told me the horror stories that had been the past few conventions, and how him and his girlfriend had called it quits.      "That’s the reason I was at Jensen’s that weekend, crazy woman followed me all the way down there trying to 'fix shit’ after I found her in bed with some Estonian male model.“ he shook his head of the memory quickly, muttering something under his breath.      "Thats fucking horrible, I’m sorry, Jeff.” I sympathized, reaching out to touch his hand that was rested on his knee. He let his eyes linger there for a moment before looking back to me again.    "What are you doing tonight?“ His eyes bore into mine with the question.      Blushing, I forced myself to look away as I moved my hand to fiddle with my phone in my lap. "I dont have anything planned.”       “Come out with me, we’re all going to Deep Ellum, and it would be nice to have a tour guide.” He reached over and grabbed my hand away from my phone and advert my attention back to him. I thought about it for a moment.     “Sure. What time?” I looked up at him through my lashes, not exactly meeting his eyes.       “Prolly 'round ten, can you meet us at our hotel? We’re apparently supposed to be within walking distance of the bars.”      "Sure, s'not that far from me.“ I took my hand back from him to check the time on my phone. It was almost 6.      He looked at his watch before clearing his throat, "Damn, sugar, its time for me to work,” he huffed as he twisted himself off the couch before reaching down to give me a hand up.      "You can stay here, if you’d like, no one will fuck with you, or  go explore, whatever you wanna do.“ He said as he pulled me from the sofa.      "I think I’ll explore for a bit before going home. What should I wear tonight?” I held his hand and let them gently sway back and forth without much thought.       “Think you could get a little fancy for me, sweetheart?” he gruffed, wiggling his eyebrows to make me giggle.   Laughing while pulling away, I replied, “I’ll see what I can do.”       Seconds later his handler opened the door and let him know it was time. He gave me a tight squeeze and kissed the crown of my head before sauntering away and out the exit. I stayed in the greenroom for a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts around what had just happened before slipping out of the room myself. 

      I walked around the vendor area for a while looking at Everything before deciding to head back home. With traffic and the ever present construction, it was already eight o'clock when I got back to my loft. I showered as quickly as possible without leaving any unshaved areas. I blow dried my hair to long and straight perfection before running a straightener over it for good measure. I played with my makeup a bit, going for a smokey eye without being too dramatic, thick lashes, and a nude lip. I slipped the tight, knee-length black dress over my frame and adjusted my breasts I’m my bra to sit just right. My pink pumps added for color and gave me a seven inch boost in height. I smirked knowimg I finally wouldn’t be so short compared to everyone else. I added a black lace choker to my throat and a couple bracelets as well before fixing any chips in my nail polish. I checked my phone to see that Jeffrey had sent me the details on where to go again as the time told me it was time to leave.      I sent him a text when i arrived, and he replied back with his room number, letting me know a couple of the guys weren’t ready to head out yet. I rode the elevator up to his floor as my anxiety once again flared, but I bit it back and put my big girl face on as I stepped up to his door and knocked.   He answered the door quickly, and his jaw dropped as his eyes took in my appearance. I felt my panic flare again as I had a similar to reaction to him as well. He had a deep blue dress shirt on under a black blazer and nice jeans and dress shoes. he had abandoned his glasses for contacts and his eyes seemed brighter than I remembered.

  “God damn, baby girl, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He breathed, clutching his chest jokingly. I threw myself back into reality as a giant smile grew across my face.   He held his hand out for me to take as he escorted me into the suite.      "Everyone, this,“ he began cheekily, before spinning me around like a dancer, "is Kylin, our beautiful local tour guide for this evening.”      I heard an indistinct voice mumble “God bless Texas,” as my face began to burn that made Jeffrey chuckle.      He introduced me to everyone and they were all Happy to meet me. I was able to easily partake in their conversations and able to keep up with their banter as we waited for the rest of the group. Someone finally got the notice to head downstairs a few minutes later and people began to file out of the room.      We walked in a group down the streets of Dallas for the few blocks it took to get to the bar district that was known as Deep Ellum. The guys all admired the graffiti artwork that adorned a few of the buildings and I pointed out all my favorite ones. Jeffrey stayed by my side the entire time, occasionally throwing his arm over my shoulders and pulling me closer to him. We stole glances back and forth as we walked through the streets.      We had made it to the fourth small bar sometime around one-thirty, and by that time I was slightly intoxicated and letting myself loose a little with Jeff. We were sitting in a booth towards the back with everyone, just joking and laughing. I was happy I seemed to be able to fit in easily.      "Isn’t she fucking beautiful?“ Jeffrey’s voice came out of no where and interrupted Andrew and his tirade of something that I was listening to intently to. I flushed, eyes going wide as I turned to see that he was shamelessly staring and had brought the arm behind me around to play with a piece of my hair. A grin rose to his face at my reaction to his praise. I quickly composed myself and smiled.       "You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. J” The alcohol encouraged the southern twang in my voice to come through a little harsher that usual as I met his eye. He gave me a smug smirk as he let go of my hair to curl my body into his a little more.       I had been so captivated by him I hadn’t even noticed that everyone had turned to look at the both of us until Norman let out a mocking “awhhhhh” and everyone joined in with kissing sounds. I leaned into Jeff’s side and hid my face with a embarrassed grin. Even with the teasing it was the most comfortable I had felt in such a situation in a very long time. The odd sensation of fingertips touching my skin didn’t make me nauseous like it had with other people. I didn’t feel the need to retract myself away or shield myself. I felt able to speak openly about my own thoughts without judgement or backlash. As I lifted my head from it’s place and looked up to him again as the group was distracted back to their own conversation, I could see something in his eyes that looked like adoration. He cupped my face with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around my shoulder and gently stroked my cheek  before letting his thumb run over the scar above my eyebrow silently. I felt my lips part as I sucked in a small breath of air and felt my self lean I to his touch with only a slight tremble.      Being the observant man that he was, Jeffrey gauged my response and thought it best not to push into anything further. He gave me a look with a gleam in his eye as he pulled his hand away that had me sucking in another breath as my heart fluttered. He cleared his throat as he straightened us both up, moving his arm back to its original place on the back of the bench. I sat upright and took a sip of the water in front of me, looking forward to clear any remaining fog of the moment left behind. It was only a few minutes after that the lights brightened, signaling it was time to go. With it being two in the morning, the October chill had finally began to set in, and I shivered as we moved past Elm St. back towards their hotel. Without me even looking at him Jeff shrugged off his thick blazer and placed it over my shoulders.      "Thank you,“ I said, tugging the warmth closer to my body. The smell of his expensive cologne and own scent was almost as intoxicating as the liquor I had been savoring all night. I let my eyes drift closed for a moment as I walked down the street on instinct, registering the fragrance in my memory. My actions earned me cheeky chuckle and another "Anytime, sweetheart,” that warmed me up just as much as his jacket did. He wrapped one long arm around my waist and shoved the other hand in his jean pocket nonchalantly as we stumbled the rest of the way back, just a little bit behind the rest.        When we arrived back to the hotel, I slowed myself down in the parking lot and Jeffrey told the rest of the group he was going to walk me to my car.       “Sure you don’t want to come up, darlin’? You okay to drive?” He asked once we approached my vehicle. Look looked down at me with a hopeful expression.       “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Jeff. I’m fine to drive.” I let looked towards the ground as I fiddled with my keys.      "Well, alright, then,“ He took a step back in disappointment, shoving both his hands in his pockets,  "I guess text me when you get to the house? You know, you forgot the last time.” He pulled his hand out of to rub his beard, looking back to me with a nervous laugh.      "I’ll try to remember.“ I smirked up at him through my lashes. He gave me huff as a smile filled his face while he shook his head at me before opening his arms for a hug. I stepped into the embrace and curled my arms around his waist as he enclosed my shoulders and placed another kiss to the top of my head. I stepped back from him and shrugged his jacket off me in an attempt to return it.      "You keep it for now, gives me an excuse to see you again.” he said as he waved his hand in refusal.      "You wanna see me again, Mr. Morgan?“ I let my eyebrow lift as the smirk still played on my lips.    "If you wanna see me, Ms. Ackles.” he drawled, raising an eyebrow of his own.     I opened my car door and threw his jacket and my purse into the passenger’s seat before turning around to him again. I looked at him for a few seconds before stepping back towards him to lean up and give him a kiss on the cheek, “I’d love to.”      The smile that appeared on his face was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen in a long time. He stepped back wards again, almost shyly this time, with his head down, looking at the concrete. It was strange to think a man who was usually known for being smooth as silk with the ladies was acting like I made him nervous. I cleared my throat to tell him goodbye and he returned his gaze, licking his lips as he peered down at me. He reached out a hand for mine as he pulled me in for one last embrace, wrapping his arms around my hips and picking me up of the ground a couple inches before setting me back down. He separated us by opening the car door for me to get in, letting me start the engine as he closed the door. I rolled the window down and smiled up at him, “I had a really nice time, Jeff. Thank you.”    He of course said the two words that yet to fail to make my knees shiver, “Anytime, Sweetheart.”    I remembered to text him when I got home. He remembered to text me every day after. 

part four: https://hornsbeforehalos.tumblr.com/post/163561112654/anytime-sweetheart-part-4