#misha tried his best but it was radio silence from everyone else

[cas-poisoning]

Do y’all remember how they literally wouldn’t talk about destiel even after the confession and the end of the show? Like that whole year+ of conventions after the show ended they were still tiptoeing around it. Now we have *Jensen* saying it’s clear text and willingly showing up to a panel introduced as a destiel panel. 2021 spnblr would be a wreck rn.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Fallout 6

SPN RPF 

Warnings: RPF, Smut 

Link to Chapter 5

Words: 3,724

Pairings: Richard Speight Jr x Reader

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You sat in the passenger seat of the rental car enjoying the cool mountain air on your face. With a smile, you glanced over at Richard. While this was the happiest you had been in a very long while; you also knew the two of you were going to face one hell of a shit storm soon. Running off and eloping was definitely one of the craziest things that you had ever done! You didn’t regret the decision that Richard had come up with at three in the morning the day after returning from Germany.

  “What are we waiting for? Why have a big fancy wedding when no one else cares? Your parents won’t be able to come, mine certainly won’t be there. Now Rob won’t even talk to us about it or anything for that matter.”

  You had said when Richard made the comment about just eloping. Richard looked a little surprised when those words came out of your mouth. He was partially being a smart ass so when you agreed with his idea it was definitely shocking.

  “Wait, you don’t want to have a wedding with the dress and all that…stuff?”

  You shook your head.

  “Not at the moment. If my own brother won’t be there let’s just do a quickie. Yeah, the rest of our friends will probably be bummed but they will get over it. Besides I won’t be fitting into a wedding dress much longer anyway.”

  Richard raised an eyebrow. He knew that you were irritated with Rob for avoiding but this just proved how devastated you were over it. Rolling his eyes, Richard had to fight the urge to call Crystal and give her a good piece of his mind to tell Rob. He let his eyes look down your body to her stomach. You still didn’t look pregnant. 

  “I don’t want you to regret it later.”

  He responded, softly. You shook your head.

  “I won’t.”

  Richard shrugged deciding now was the time to give up.

  “If that’s what you want, babe. I have an idea. We can do our little shotgun wedding and I’ll book us a week or two back in Tennessee. We can get away from all the cameras and nonsense. It would also give us some time alone without interruptions.”

  You looked pleased enough. At the moment, you would have probably agreed with any quickie idea that he could come up with.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Pulling yourself from the memory of the day before, the only real regret you did have was not telling Rob. But at the same time, if Rob wouldn’t answer your or Richard’s call and texts, there really wasn’t much that could be done. Judging from the look on Richard’s face you were beginning to worry if he was regretting the decision as well.

 “Do you regret what we did?”

  You asked softly. Richard quickly looked at you. He was worrying himself that you were regretting the hasty marriage. If you did, it would crush him! During the ceremony, your eyes hadn’t left his. It almost felt as though you could see his whole soul. If it didn’t work out with you, he would never fall in love with anyone again!

  “What?! No! Not at all, sugar. Are you?”

  You shook your head and wrapped your hand around Richard’s that was resting on your thigh.

  “No. I’m just worried about my brother.”

  Richard nodded.

  “Yeah, that is going to be a barrel of monkeys. Look Y/n, I’m serious when I say I don’t regret marrying you. My regret was not asking you sooner. I just don’t want people thinking the only reason I married you is because I got you pregnant.”

  He slowly brought your hand to his lips before returning his focus to the road ahead. You meanwhile, looked down at her wedding ring. A few weeks ago you would have never even considered marrying Richard. The two of you were only repairing the broken relationship. However, after the eventful trip to Europe, finding out that you were pregnant, being involved in one of the weirdest train incidents to hit northern Europe (big shout out to Jared, you thought with a smirk), and finally getting some alone time with Richard things had started to look up.

  “What’s so funny?”

  Richard asked as he began to mess with the radio. You chuckled.

  “Just thinking about Jared causing havoc in Europe.”

  Richard rolled his eyes.

  “We are seriously never traveling with them again. I thought we going to jail. Amsterdam was nice though.”

  “We didn’t get out of bed for two days.”

  Richard gave you his best “innocent” look.

  “That was my point. I may be keeping you in bed for the next week and a half. When we get to Missouri to see your mother you may not be walking straight. You may want to think of a clever excuse to tell your mother so she won’t know what you have been up to.”

  You rolled your eyes.

  “You are so full of yourself! You won’t be able to go straight for a week in a half. You may play an angel on TV but hate to break it to you love you are just a man in real life ...and kind of like a bottle rocket the moment you get inside me.”

  You watched as he gave you the most confused and bewildered expression.

  “I can go for a long time….if you recall in Amsterdam it was you that needed to keep taking naps. Baby girl, I can get hard for you any time any place. Speaking of which, we could always pull off and fool around.”

  You shook your head.

  “I am not letting you fuck me in some roadside bathroom where tourists might show up.”

  Richard rolled his eyes going back to the radio.

  “Didn’t stop you before.”

  You gave up trying to argue with him knowing he would have some sassy comment that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with.

  “Ugh everything in this state is damn country music. Do you see why I moved to LA now? Imagine growing up in Nashville.”

  Richard grumbled before giving up and stopping at some random station.

  “We’ll be there soon.”

  You said softly running your hand over his crotch. Richard groaned looking over at you again.

  “I’m really about to pull this car over.”

  Taking your hand away, you leaned back with a satisfied grin on your face. With a yawn, you closed your eyes. Jet lag was still holding on from the trip to Europe. A small nap sounded like a good idea. 

    You were pulled out of your light nap when Richard said your name.

  “Huh? What’s wrong?”

  You focused on the radio.

  “In other news, musician and Supernatural actress Y/n Benedict married co star and long-time boyfriend Richard Speight Jr. yesterday…”

  Your mouth dropped as Richard turned off the radio and pulled over. Both of you sat in silence for a moment before Richard laughed.

  “Well, that cat is out of the bag!”

  You groaned realizing that everyone knew now. The little secret was out.  

  “So much for having a week of peace.”

  You looked down at your phone that started ringing. Seeing Jared’s name followed by Jensen, both Marks, Matt Cohen, Sebastian, Misha, Vicki, and everyone else that you seemed to know. Everyone but Rob, your brain supplied. Richard hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

  “Don’t answer it.”

  Richard said calmly, running his hand through his hair. You frowned.

  “Do you think Rob knows?”

  Richard shrugged.

  “He hasn’t blown my phone up yet so I’m guessing no. Sugar, turn the phone off. Let’s just enjoy our week of peace. We can worry about the mess back home when we get home.”

  (Meanwhile in Missouri)

  Rob’s morning started like any other. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Crystal left to go to work around 8 am. Rob shuffled into the living room picking up his iPad. He frowned looking down the device. Still nothing from you or Richard. Rob couldn’t help wonder what in the world was going on with the two of you? They never just disappeared and avoided him like this.

  Logging onto Twitter, Rob had enough if the two of you wouldn’t answer his calls or texts he would blow your pages up until someone talked to him. Going to your page Rob froze when something caught his attention.

  “Katherine Benedict Speight.”

  Rob frowned muttering “the fuck?” under his breath. Taking out his phone he dialed your number and it automatically went to voicemail.

  “Y/n, it’s Rob. Call me now!”

  He did the same thing to Richard before sitting down with a frown. Seriously what the fuck was going on? Rob was beginning to regret his decision to unplug from the world while he was getting over his stroke.

  Looking further down your twitter page, he froze seeing all he needed to see at the mention of you marrying Richard.

  “Is it that hard to pick up a phone?”

  Rob muttered before angrily closing the iPad. How could the two of you not call him? Just because he was across the country didn’t mean he wouldn’t want to be there when his sister was married!

  “They’ve lost their fucking minds!”

  Rob thought angrily before trying to formulate a plan.

    Meanwhile…

    Walking into the cabin, you were bound and determined not to let the stresses of life come in the way of a nice honeymoon.

  “Are you okay. sugar?”

  You looked up as Richard shut the door.

  “Yeah. I’m good.”

  You knew he didn’t believe you. Richard quickly pulled you into his arms. 

  “If you’re feeling bad it’s okay to say so. You haven’t been at all like my ex. She was sick all the damn time when she was pregnant. I think I handled that pretty well.” 

  You smirked at the fear in his eyes. Most men seemed to have this look when it came to their pregnant partners.

  “I’m fine. I promise.”

  Richard nodded as he picked you up and sat you on the island. He had been keeping a close eye on you since she said the word “pregnant.” He was no longer questioning whether or not he really wanted a baby. While he wasn’t fully on board or over the moon, Richard had accepted it. He tried to smile and appear happy when you mentioned anything baby related. Surely by the time the baby was born he would feel a little more at ease.

  You meanwhile, watched his facial expression carefully. You were no fool, you knew Richard wasn’t thrilled with the baby but he wouldn’t say it. After you almost left him over the baby, Richard had changed his tune. He was more attentive and gentle towards your needs. You had even caught him stroking his fingers over your stomach a few times.

  “So are you going to fuck me on every surface of this cabin?”

  You asked with a smirk. You pushed a strand of Richard’s hair away from his eyes before leaning in for a kiss. Richard groaned into your lips.

  “Richard, can you please just lose control like you used to and manhandle me?”

  “I can’t hurt you right now. You’ll have to deal with soft and easy until the baby is born. Don’t give me that look!”

  You didn’t listen to his last sentence and gave Richard a pouty face.

  “A lot of people have sex while pregnant, Rich.”

  He shook his head and pressed a few kisses to your neck and the exposed parts of your chest.

  “Not like what we have.”

  “You’re not being fair! You have me sounding like a slut again.”

  Richard stood up with a cocky smile He quickly yanked your sweater and tank top off.

  “You can be a slut for me. That I’m cool with.”

  You whimpered, trying to ignore the need building inside of you. From the time you realized that you were pregnant, you were almost always horny. The pregnancy hormones were driving you nuts.

  “And you talking like that isn’t helping!!”

  Richard shrugged.

  “I never said that I wouldn’t fuck you, sugar.”

  You slid off the counter only for Richard to reach out and put you right back.

  “Fucking tease.”

  Richard smiled. He was genuinely pleased with the comment.

  “You take my cock so well, sugar.”

  The look on your face made Richard chuckle as he reached behind you to remove your bra.

  “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”

  He asked upon finding no clasp in the back. You took his hands placing it on the front between your breasts. Richard rolled his eyes mumbling about stupid lingerie designers and their fancy ideas. After a few tries, he started to pull. You quickly pushed his hands away.

  “Oh no you don’t! I paid a lot of money for this bra. You’ve torn too many of my lingerie items when you’re turned on.”

  Richard shrugged unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his jeans.

  “Well, I didn’t get a fucking MIT degree in bra engineering. It either opens in the back or gets ripped off.”

  You carefully undid your bra and tossed it aside. Richard reached up pressing your breasts together before taking one in his mouth and gently bit down. You whimpered, pulling his body closer to yours.

  “Stop being a fucking tease, Richard.”

  “What’s the rush, sugar? We can play for a while? We have all week to consummate our marriage. How about I eat you out in front of the fireplace? I can make the wait worth your while.”  

  You looked like you were ready to scream at this point.

  “Richard Speight Jr, if you don’t make love to me I will blue ball you until this baby is born!!”

  Richard stood up straight looking at you with honest surprise.

  “You wouldn’t…”

  “Try me.”

  You said before you went to put the sweater back on. Richard lunged forward tossing the sweater somewhere behind him.

  “Fine, bossy.”

  He reached out pulling you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

  “I still plan on eating you out in front of that fireplace.”

  He said with a devious grin. Richard laid you on the bed. You quickly wiggled out of your remaining clothes as Richard undressed.

  “I have to say I do enjoy these pregnancy hormones. You being horny all the time will make it better for me to just bend you over whenever I damn please. ”

  “That would be lovely. You’ve always taken what you wanted so bending me over when you damn well please isn’t anything new. Seeing as we have spent a lot of time in airplane bathrooms, closets, dressing rooms I think your sex drive is as crazy as mine.”

  Your lips were on his neck while a fee hand wrapped around his erection. Whatever sassy comment Richard had in mind left his mind as you tightened her grip. You bit down on his neck as Richard bucked his hips into your hand.

  “Sugar…please.”

  You slowly eased your way onto Richard, placing yourself right over him. Richard groaned raising his hips to grind further against you.

  “What’s the matter, baby? You want me as bad as I want you, huh?”

  Richard nodded, looking at you with the best puppy eyes he could come up with.

  “Sugar, you can dominate me later. Let me make love to you know.”

  You shook your head.

  “Sorry, lover boy. You made me wait now you have to wait.”

  Richard glared up at you. Normally he would have flipped you and pushed in. Once he was inside, you wouldn’t have made him stop. Now it was different. There was no way he could do that now.

  “It will make your orgasm better.”

  You cooed as you leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

  “At least do something. You sitting there looking hot as hell rubbing your pussy on me is killing me!”

  You continued rubbing yourself against him again. Richard groaned when you got off of him. The sudden loss of pressure was more than he could handle.

  “Sugar... please…”

  He panted as you lay with your back the opposite direction so it was possible to see how wet for you were for him. 

  “Now you get to watch me. I don’t want to see you touch yourself.”

  You watched with a pleased smile as Richard put his hands behind his head.

  “Whatever you want, baby.”

  He watched with hungry eyes as your hand slipped between your legs, stroking over your clit, and began to toy at your entrance. From your position, you could clearly see the lust-filled about to lose all grip on reality look on your husband’s face. Richard gripped the sheets so tight they ripped off the bed.

  Richard sat watching a moment long before quickly moving over you.

  “I’m done waiting. I want what’s mine.”

  He pushed in before you could make any protest.  You cried out as he sunk in balls deep. Richard made sure not to put too much weight on you as he began to move.  

  “Mmm sugar you are so tight right now”

  You cried out as he began to slowly push into you deeper if possible.

  “Harder, please.”

  You moaned. The cocky self-assured expression had returned to Richard’s face. 

  “Looks like little ms. bossy has changed her tune.”

  You sighed against his lips as Richard moved a little faster.

  “Rich, for the love of all things holy, please go harder. I’m not that delicate!”

  Richard ignored the comment before pressing a kiss to your lips blocking any more comments. His hand went between your bodies and pressed hard on your clit.

  “Since I can’t fuck you sore I can think of other ways to make you come like crazy. I know you like this.”

  You tried to ignore the tingling in your core. As usual, he was right. There wouldn’t be any holding on much longer!

  “You can come for me any day now. I’m not going to make it much longer after you teased me like that.”

  Richard moaned between gritted teeth.

  “I thought you wanted to eat me out in front of the fireplace?”

  You asked with a cheeky smile. Richard’s eyes rolled down to yours.

  “Darlin, you have a long fucking week ahead of you after this today! Now like I said come already!”

  You dug your nails into Richard’s back as one final thrust pushed you over the edge. Richard pushed in a few more times before coming hard as well.

  “Well being bossy sure got you all hot and bothered.”

  You said with a grin as Richard slowly pulled you into his arms.

  “Yeah yeah. You’ll be paying for that too, princess.”

  You snuggled against his chest. Finally, you were fully his wife now and you were fully happy. You didn’t let the thoughts of Rob, Crystal, or your friend's reaction bother you in the slightest as you drifted off to sleep.

  Around 5 am, you were awoken by the sound of Richard’s cell phone ringing and you being dropped out of his arms. Richard muttered a few cuss words under his breath as he flipped on the bedside lamp before finally locating his phone. He had reluctantly turned it on halfway through the night at the thought of something being wrong with his kids and no one being able to reach him.

  Fishing around for his cell phone that must have gotten knocked off during the previous night's activities, Richard couldn’t help but be annoyed. Who the fuck called someone at 5 am? Someone had better died! He wasn’t a morning person anyway and after getting fucked like he had the previous night all Richard wanted was to sleep.

  Finally finding the phone, Richard didn’t even look to see who it was before answering with a curt, “hello?”

  “So you finally decide to answer your phone?”

  Hearing Rob’s voice, Richard froze before getting suddenly angry.

  “I guess I should ask you the same question. So is it customary to call people at 5 am now?”

  Richard kept his voice cold. Rob was silent a moment.

  “You married my sister!?”

  “Hey look you can check the internet. Too bad you couldn’t check your phone. So I get we aren’t friends anymore is this why you called me at five am…to torture me? You know I’m not a morning person!”

  Rob was silent for a few moments.

  “Wait, why aren’t we friends?

  Richard rolled his eyes.

  “Well shit, Rob, I don’t know! You ignored mine and Y/n’s calls for the past however, the fuck long you’ve been in Missouri.”

  “You idiots haven’t called me!”

  Richard rolled his eyes.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?! We’ve called and texted you. Not to mention your Cuntzilla of a girlfriend who always says he will call you back. You want our phone records because I will send them to you! Rob, you really hurt your sister and that’s not cool. Right now I just don’t have the patience to deal with this. Call me at a normal human hour. I have to go I have a pregnant wife to deal with…”

  Richard hung up when he heard Rob say…

  “Pregnant?! Richard wait!”

  You were sitting up looking at him sadly.

  “Sorry, sugar.”

  You blinked looking down at your lap before Richard pulled you back against his chest.

  “Rich, even though I want to be stubborn we should hear him out. You two are too good of friends to have it end like this.”

  Richard closed his eyes.

  “Yeah. We’ll listen to him at a normal human hour when I have had coffee. That conversation is going to need coffee.  Remind me to print those fucking phone records!”

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Lead Me Into Temptation Chapter Four

Summary: Your crush on your next door neighbour is already long established. The signs are slight, but you can’t fully tell if he likes you or not. The problem is: he’s much older.

The purr of the car was too distinctive. It was your baby and you rushed out to see Misha cut the engine and step out. His face lit up in a huge grin.

“I’m starting to think you only come to see my cars and not little old me.”

“Come off it, Collins. Besides you’re not that old.” You said, your hand delicately tracing the edge of the Dodge Charger.

“You sure about that?”

You looked back to Misha and pulled your hand back to your side. His smile was teasing and knowing. You couldn’t help it, whenever he brought this car around you were drawn. A moth to a flame. Her cardinal chrome work made your mouth water and you wanted to get under her hood to see what made her really run.

You could hear your mother’s words inside your head. Red represented the devil, the original tempter, bringer of sin. Red was associated with whores and sluts, the red light district. It was also the colour of desire. Red was passionate and heady. It was lust and sex. To you, red had always been an incredibly good FUCK. It was sexy. It was dirty and naughty and raunchy.

And she was. A temptuous beast that made you ache to get behind her wheel, to smell the leather and feel her vibrations go through your body as she started up. You loved every inch of her. From the top, down to her authentic muscle tyres. You kinda reminded yourself of Arnie in Christine.

A ‘FOR SALE’ sign obstructed your view and your heart plummeted.

“You’re selling her?!” You didn’t mean to sound panicked, but you couldn’t help it. A classic like this would be snapped up in an instant.

He nodded.

“I want someone to love her as much as I did.”

You looked at him.

You wanted this car. There was no doubt about that. And you’d do ANYTHING . You’d sell your soul if you could. That was just how much you loved this car. But you could never afford a beauty like this. And your mother would never allow it.

Misha leant on one side, his fingers splaying on his hip, fingers on his chin and you watched as they tapped his plump bottom lip. He had that look about him. Something was going on in his mind.

“Isn’t it your birthday today?”

You nodded.

“Twenty five. I remember when I was that age. That was a while ago…”

Misha opened the drivers side door and gestured for you to get in. Was he serious? Your legs wobbled a little as your foot stepped into the interior of your dream car.

Inside, it was just as beautiful as the body. You didn’t know where to put your hands. The leather was warm and slightly worn. He had kept in damn good condition. You wrapped your hands around the wheel and you felt it.

This was your car.

It had to be.

Misha closed your door snapping you out of your daydream. He got in the passenger side and you heard the close of his door. Suddenly you were aware it was just the two of you alone.

“Why don’t you take her for a spin?”

Jesus fucking Christ. This was turning into one hell of a birthday.

Your hands touched when he handed you the keys. You felt a spark and a flutter in your abdomen. His hand was warm and calloused and also larger than yours. He fitted yours perfectly. You swore his hand lingered just a second longer. You longed for his hands to touch you all over. Flashes of images assaulted you. You had to hold your breath and willed them to stop. Now was not the right time to dwell on those thoughts.

You put the key into the ignition and turned it.

She rumbled and roared to life. Her hum reverberated through you and you knew at that moment what Eve must have felt when she took the first bite of that apple. Adrenaline coursed through your body and you felt all sorts of delicious things. At that moment you knew what it was to be bad.

Energy buzzed your blood and you felt charged. A little smile turned curved your lips. The Dodge Charger purred. You set the car in reverse and eased your foot on the gas.

You groaned internally. She rolled out of Misha’s garage and onto the driveway. Changing gears was a breeze and you were on the black top cruising with nowhere to go.

“Where to?” you asked.

“Where ever you want. It’s your birthday.” He smiled.

Misha’s cologne permeated the small area of the car. You breathed him in doing your best to concentrate on the road. Being beside Misha in such proximity had you on edge.

The car was a dream to drive. It was torture knowing you had had all but a taste and it would all be taken from you a little too soon.

You had the perfect idea of where to go. You turned the car around and headed to the ranch. Misha rolled open the window and put on his sunglasses. His hair ruffled in the wind. He turned on the radio and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama perforated the silence. You sung along to the familiar lyrics. From the corner of your eye you saw Misha’s lips curve into a smile.

“C’mon Mish’.”

Your fingers tapped on the wheel in time to the music. And then you heard it. Misha’s voice as rich and luxurious. You had to bite your lip.

You looked at him.

“You dog!”

He laughed.

“You can talk, missy. You can sing too! I heard you the other week. With that kid, Miles.”

“Mike.” You corrected.

“Rock suits you.” he complimented.

You smiled. You loved rock. Classics always won out over anything else.

Seeing your face, Misha knew he couldn’t sell the car.

He was a grown ass man, and you were almost twenty years younger, but he couldn’t explain the emotions you stirred up under his skin. He didn’t know what it was about you, but he couldn’t get you out of his head.

Maybe it was because you dressed in floral summer dresses, looking so country chic and innocent. Too pure to be running through his mind.

Or maybe it was the way you ever so subtly flirted with him. A flip of the hair, a bite of your lower lip. The way your body turned toward him, throwing feisty lines at him. He loved it when your cheeks tinged pink.

Maybe it was because you were dying to break free from your parents. Break away from the church.

He didn’t know what came over him. Maybe it was because you looked like you had been slapped when you saw the ‘FOR SALE’ sign. When you sat inside he knew he couldn’t sell it. Not when you looked like you had found the naughtiest secret on earth. You were positively seductive sitting at the wheel of his car.

Handing the keys over, he knew you fitted this car. You and this car produced thought provoking images, usually together. With him involved.

He tried not to watch you drive. Tried and failed. Every time your hand went to the gear stick his mouth went dry and when your thumb stroked over the round head he had to force himself to think of other things. More innocent things.

He wondered how much longer this dance would last. You both skirted around each other, and if his inkling was right, you liked him too. It was difficult and complicated. You were twenty five. As of today. Your parents were devout Christians and so were you according to them.

He knew, could feel your struggle when it came to your faith, or lack of. You wanted to be free. He wished he could help, but he knew he couldn’t get involved, it wasn’t his business.

But he could tempt you . Tease you. Torture you in a way that would lead you to the right decision.

Giving you this car would be a step in the right direction.

 You pulled up to the ranch and waved as you saw Kelly, one of the ranch hands. She waved you through and you parked.

This place was beautiful. It was the best working ranch in Colorado. Set out in rural country, you could lose yourself for days here and you did. Being an ex ranch hand you knew the place like the back of your hand.

“A ranch. Didn’t you used to work here?” Misha asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah. But my Ma wanted me to get work closer to home. I didn’t mind it here. I loved it and I didn’t mind the drive.”

You stepped out the car and breathed in the fresh country air. You locked up once Misha had got out. He went round to the trunk of the car and opened it. You watched somewhat puzzled. He pushed the trunk down and you saw a picnic blanket. He smiled and walked the short distance to you. You gave him the keys to the car and together you walked towards the retreat entrance.

You were greeted and welcomed warmly by the manager, Zeke. He hugged you like an old friend.

“Be still my beating heart. Is Miss Y/L/N asking for her old job back?”

You shook your head and his expression saddened a little.

“Well if you ever want it back, you know where I am. Anyway what can I do for you today?”

“I wanted to see the ranch, with my friend if that’s okay with you, Zeke?”

Zeke smiled and nodded then looked to Misha shook his hand.

“You’re in the best possible hands here, better than mine. She knows the land back to front, best, top ranch hand, had a way with animals and people. Everyone loved her.”

Misha smiled and thanked Zeke. Zeke grabbed a ranch hand and whispered something in their ear.

Some minutes later the same ranch hand came back holding a picnic basket.

“Just a little something from me and the rest of us.”

You took the basket and could barely hold it, Misha took it from you and you tried not to look his muscles bunching.

“You didn’t have to do that, Zeke.”

“I know, but you’re a joy to have around.”

You felt heat creep into your cheeks and you smiled, looking down. You felt Misha’s had touch yours, bringing you to look up as you felt your heart beat flurry in your chest. He smiled at you. You thanked Zeke and together you walked out onto the ranch grounds.

You walked with Misha for a little while until you found your favourite spot.

You stopped and Misha unfolded the blanket, laying it out on the ground. He set the basket down and you sat down.

You admired the scenic, peaceful country view. Zeke had given you a plentiful spread.  

“They love you here. Its like being with someone who’s famous.”

You laughed.

“Not quite.” You ate from the basket. “I enjoyed my job. I enjoyed working with the animals. I enjoyed serving the customers. But sometimes good things have to come to an end.”

Misha was quiet for a moment.

“Do you enjoy your job now?”

You looked down.

“Not really. I mean there’s lots of enjoyable aspects.”

“Like?”

“Helping customers. Aiming for perfection.”

“But its not the same is it.”

“There’s no animals. No land, the freedom to roam and it’s not exactly scenic.”

“I’ve walked in and seen you working. You don’t look like you enjoy it. And clearly your old manager adores you.”

You blushed.

“He’s the best.”

“So… what’s stopping you from getting your old job back?”

You sighed. To be honest you didn’t know. You didn’t want to upset your parents.

“I love my parents, but I think I don’t want to step on their toes, plus I still live with them I have to do what they say. And I am totally scared of disobeying them.”

Misha nodded and looked ahead.

“If they love you,

They won’t change you.

If they love you,

They won’t break your wings.

They won’t cage you,

Or stop you from flying.

If they love you, they will actually

Love

You.”

You looked at him and he smiled. You understood what he was saying. You shouldn’t be afraid to be yourself. You smiled at him.

“Not just made of jokes, I have a sensitive side too.”

“Something you wrote?”

“No. Credit has to go to Najwa Zebian. I like her poetry. I like other poets too, but that one called out to me.”

You liked Misha’s sensitive side. It warmed your heart and filled you up.

“I know it may be daunting and scary, and overthinking can make it feel and look so much worse, but you should never be afraid to be who you are. Once you take that leap, you’ll feel so much better. You’ll feel free. You’ll be able to accomplish anything you want. I have absolute faith in you.”

“Does that include breaking my parents hearts?” You looked at him.

“Your parents should love you unconditionally.”

It was the truth, you didn’t know if your mother would forgive you.

“In hopes of you becoming the person you want to be. I think it will bring you out of your shell, and because it’s your birthday,” He leaned to one side and dug in his back pocket bringing out the Dodge’s keys. He held them out to you. “It’s all yours.”

You stared at the keys like they were made from gold. The tips of his fingers closed your mouth and you looked at him.

He closed your hand around the car keys.

“You can breathe now.”

You realised you hadn’t and snapped out of it. You looked down and opened your hand. They were there. Real. In your palm. Yours.

“Thank you.” You were breathless from shock.

Reality hit you fast. There was no way your mother would allow such a gift. And you had no idea how much her upkeep was.

Misha saw your face drop a little. He acted without thinking. He grabbed your hands and you looked up.

“I’ll let you store the car at mine until you feel ready. And we can work this out.”

He ignored the heavy thudding of his heart. Ignored the lust growing in his gut and loins. Ignored the how hot his skin began to get as his thumbs stroked the back of your hands.

His heart skipped when he saw a slip of a smile.

“Thanks Mish’”

It wasn’t right. His stomach ached knowing he could never be with you. He could picture your mothers reaction and it kicked him in the gut how real it felt. Her little girl with a man old enough to be her father. He felt sick. He wanted anything to not feel what he was feeling. But at the same time he could see you smirking, giving your mother what for.

You watched as the sun began to set. You rested your head against him as you both watched in silence.

 He folded the blanket up and you walked back to reception. You put the basket on the front desk and thanked them. Together you walked to the car. You unlocked her and sat in the drivers seat as Misha sat beside you in passenger.

You drove home ready to begin the steps of becoming you.

You parked your baby on Misha’s driveway. As you stepped out, your porch light came on and Ma stepped out on the porch.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N, what time do you call this?? you get inside, right this minute!” She stepped back inside with a slam of the porch door.

You closed your eyes and felt the fight drain.

“Don’t lose faith.”

You looked at Misha. At least he believed in you, even when you didn’t.

You flung your arms around him. You felt his arms go around you. You breathed Misha in. Oh Lord he was gonna make you dizzy.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Honey Bee.”

You parted and you turned to look at your car once before you made your way inside.

He waved you goodbye and you smiled feeling the fluttering of  butterflies in your stomach. You passed it off as you were giddy from being given a car.

You walked in and saw your parents standing there.

“Hey, Ma, Daddy. Have a good day? I know I did. I’m sure as heck beat though. I’ll see you in the morning.” You said with a smile plastered on your face and made your way upstairs leaving your Ma flabbergasted.

“Looks like a girl in love, if I ever saw one.” Your father said.

“Mike?”

“Could be.”

Your father said and pecked his wife on the forehead.

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Finding Home

This is for Becka @beckawinchester and Johanna’s @boredoutofmymindwriting Challenge ... hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Prompt - “He knew that he was home when her lips touched his.” Song - Free Fallin’ by John Mayer Word Count - 2511 Characters - Jensen x Reader, Jason Manns, Rob, Rich and so on... Warnings - none I hope; fluff, hints at smut, more fluff Summary - It’s nice when you find someone you’re so at home with, so comfortable with, but can still surprise. A/N - Let’s pretend Daneel is living her happily-ever-after with someone else. Thank you to the wonderful @avasmommy224 for beta-ing! And a shout out to @whispersandwhiskerburn just for putting up with me!

He’s a good boy, loves his mama, loves Jesus and America too. He’s a good boy, crazy ‘bout Elvis, loves horses and his girlfriend too. YN had her headphones in and was singing away to her favourite song as she scrubbed the kitchen sink. She’d managed to clean the whole house. Jensen would think it was because he was arriving home, not that her nerves were getting the best of her.

It’s a long day living in Reseda, there’s a freeway runnin’ through the yard. I’m a bad girl ‘cause I don’t even miss him, I’m a bad girl for breaking his heart. Jensen pulled the suitcase from the trunk and wheeled it to the door, finding it was unlocked, as always if she was home. No matter how many times he begged her to lock it, she seemed to always forget. And I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’. And I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’. He placed his case inside the door and followed her voice, she was singing. He loved to hear her sing. He wished she’d come and record for Jason, he’d even suggested a duet, but she wouldn’t, she’d get nervous just at the mention. She tried to record something for him once, but her anxiety took over and she almost threw up. Jensen leaned against the doorway and watched her as she washed out the sink of bleach she’d been scrubbing with. All the vampires walkin’ through the valley, they move western down Ventura boulevard. And all the bad boys standing in the shadows, and the good girls are home with broken hearts. He smiled as she wiped at her face with her shoulder and arm, catching a glimpse of him in her peripheral. She jumped, spinning. She pushed the inside of her wrist to her chest and shed the glove from her other hand, ripping out an earphone. “Baby!” She squealed. “Did I scare you?” He asked, the slight chuckle from knowing he had, only built when she shoved him in the chest. “Why didn’t you say something?” She asked, finally free of the other glove and headphone, she pulled him back to her by twirling a finger in the hem of his shirt. She slid her fingers over his chest, snaking her hands over his shoulders and around his neck. And just like a practised routine, Jensen bent to meet her awaiting lips with his, wrapping his hands under her thighs and lifting her with ease, wrapping her legs around his waist. “How long are you back for?” She asked, leaning away from his lips, brushing his nose with hers. “Tonight, conventions start tomorrow.” He breathed, it was a tough life, coming and going. She had her job, friends, and life here and he was constantly on the road. But every time he was home, or she came to visit, they spent every second together, they’d even bought this house together. But all this time apart meant that YN could get up to mischief, she’d known he was starting the convention circuit now, knew he was more than a little annoyed that he only had one night with her. So, with Jason’s help, she recorded a demo of his favourite song. With Rob and Rich’s help, she was joining the convention. Little did Jensen know, she’d taken the next five months off, partly for him, partly for the expansion of her company into Vancouver. And with more help from friends, she had a little something up her sleeve, if only the butterflies and the doubt would ebb long enough. “So we better make the most of it.” She breathed against him, he smiled and fit their lips back together, like the puzzle pieces they were.

“YNN, let…” Jensen chuckled as he tried to gently pry your fingers open from where they’d locked behind his neck. “No. They have you for long enough.” She pouted into the crook of his neck. “You’re stronger than I remember.” Jensen said, resting for a moment, awkwardly across the top of your body on the bed, his feet still planted to the floor. “Please don’t go.” She whispered against his collarbone, relinquishing her grip. He held himself up, hovering over her, searching her eyes. “Need me to stay?” He asked, she could see how serious the question was. She sighed and reached up, letting her lips linger against his till her muscles ached and her neck threatened to seize up. “They need you. I want you.” She murmured against his lips, pecking them one last time. “I love you.” He said, pushing his lips against her forehead before he stood up. He cupped her cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone as he memorised the look of her, naked under his gaze, warm and blushing for him. She turned her head into his palm, holding his hand in place as she planted a kiss in the center, then folded his fingers around it. “Hold on to it for me.” She made him promise and he nodded. “Now, Mr. Ackles, go or else you’ll be late.” She warned, kicking at his bottom as he walked around the bed. He stopped at the door and looked back at her, she raised an eyebrow at him, they both chuckled after a moment of silence and he turned, shaking his head. She got up and watched him from the window, still naked as he looked up while climbing into the car, he smiled and winked. It didn’t go unnoticed that he still had his fist clenched around her kiss.

“Hey Rob, how you doing?” She answered the phone as she collected her luggage off the carousel. “Where are you?” He asked, it sounded like it had all kicked off already. “Just got off the plane. They already on?” She asked, hearing Jared’s distant laugh through speakers, the question answered itself. “Yeah, Jason said he’d collect you. He’ll run over the song a few times and get you in without anyone seeing.” Rob answered, she could hear Rich in the background, second last question, I’ll go find our lucky last. “Thanks Rob, for everything.” She said goodbye and hang up, tucking the phone into her pocket, she looked over her bags, satisfied she had everything, she wheeled out to the awaiting families, friends and cabbies. Sure enough Jason was there with a sign SUPERSTAR. She smiled and navigated through the crowds over to him. “Really?” She asked, nodding at the sign after hugs and kisses were exchanged. He took her large bag and guided her to the exit. “Thought you’d get a kick outta that!” He smiled. Once in the car he put on her demo and insisted they go over it. She sung, timid at first, but with a nice long pep talk from Jason, she belted it out the second time round. “Nice, we’ll get you recording for real, yet!” He said, nudging her arm with his elbow. She shook her head, letting her Y/C/H hair hide her reddening cheeks. “Can we listen to anything else, I swear this song has been the only thing I’ve listened to for months.” She whined, turning their attention to anything else. Jason punched a button on the dash and the radio blared ‘Proud Mary’ at them, they shared a smile before joining in, happy and carefree, her nerves settled for the moment.

The band played their last note, Rob swung his guitar and everyone finished. YN was watching from the very back of the room, standing behind one of Cliff’s men, Steve. Rob pushed his guitar round to his back and stepped back to the microphone. “We should make a move.” Steve whispered over his shoulder, pushing the door behind her open. “Please welcome to the stage, Jensen Ackles.” Rob’s voice echoed through the speakers just as Steve ushered her out. She turned around and pouted at him as he nudged her forward while chuckling. “You’d be surprised at just how perceptive he is to an audience.” Steve promised, but she knew that all too well already. “You can wait in the green room, he won’t be back till the songs over.” Steve explained, opening the door to the open room that housed most of the bored cast. “YNN!” Jared called, crossing the room and hoisting her into a bear hug, lifting her off the ground. “Nice to see you too, big guy!” She laughed, her arms were pinned by her side as he squeezed her tight. “I thought you were working?” Misha said, looking at Steve and Jared as he pecked her cheek. “So does Jensen, please don’t say anything!” She begged, he gave a sly smile and nodded. “YN! What are you doing here?” Kim asked, jumping out of her seat to pull YN into a swaying hug. “Trying to surprise Ackles!” YN answered, collapsing onto the sofa between Brianna and Matt. “Hey, YNN?” Rich called as he came through the door that lead to the stage. YN put her hands out for Rich to pull her up from the couch, which he did and straight into a hug. “Jason asked me to run through warm ups with you…” He pulled a face as he saw the colour drop from hers. “Just breathe, YNN. Remember why you’re here.” Jared was suddenly whispering reassurances in her ear, thankful she had a friend like him. She squeezed the hand on her shoulder and nodded at Rich.

Jason’s prepared something special for us, so while we take a breather, please make him feel welcome! Rich introduced before placing the mic next to Jason, who was already seated and setting up his guitar. The crowd quieted down as Jason tapped the mic. “Howdy y’all, thanks for having me.” The band behind Jason squeezed past YN on their way off stage, all patting her back and wishing her good luck. Jensen and Rob were still on stage, meandering back as Jensen wasn’t aware of the switch up of plans. “Do y’all mind if I bring a special someone out here?” Jason asked, the crowd whooped and applauded in agreeance, “Thanks! She’s someone I’ve wanted to work with for ages, she’s a last minute addition to the show…” Jason looked round at Rob who whispered something into Jensen’s ear, his jaw dropped. “Please give a warm, Jax welcome to YFN YLN!” He called, holding his hand out to the side of the stage, Rich gave YN a push out into the light. All the nerves and butterflies and doubting voices had assured her it would be terrifying, that she’d see disapproving faces and the lights would be too bright. But it wasn’t. The audience was screaming and cheering and whistling, but she couldn’t see their faces, the lights made the room in front of the stage black, yet they didn’t blind her. She smiled at Jason and waved at the anonymous pit of applause. Rob was walking toward her, leaving a dumbfounded Jensen standing on the side of the stage. “You’ll smash it.” Rob whispered as he pecked her cheek on the way past, she winked at him and continued over to Jason, patting him on the shoulder, collecting her microphone, ignoring her statue of a boyfriend for the moment. “Hey y’all! Thanks for having me!” The crowd cheered again, a few people yelled out different welcoming phrases. YN turned to Jason and nodded, he smiled and began strumming, she looked over at Jensen then, holding one of her hands out to the side. “Surprise baby! This is for you!” He’s a good boy, loves his mama, loves Jesus and America too. YN began, enjoying the shocked look on her man’s face, but there was an audience and they deserved a show if you were gonna interrupt their paid weekend. He’s a good boy, crazy ‘bout Elvis, loves horses and his girlfriend too, yeah, yeah. YN really got into it on stage, broke free from her stand by Jason’s side and moved across the stage, relishing in the fans singing along to the chorus. Now I’m free fallin’, now I’m free fallin’... I wanna glide down over Mulholland, I wanna write his name in the sky. I wanna free fall out into nothing, I’m gonna leave this world for a while. Now I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’ Free fallin’... YN finishes, letting Jason playout the ending. Once the last note from the guitar fades, it’s silent for a moment, no one moves, no one breathes, then the room erupts. Jason removes his guitar and places it in the stand, bringing her into a tight hug, whispering congratulations and how she HAS to record for him now. Jensen crosses the stage, mouth open. He’s speechless, and Jensen speechless is truly a compliment. He lifts her in his arms, his mouth moulded to hers, hoping beyond hope that he’s conveying everything through touch as words would not do him justice. He releases her lips and lets her slide down his body till she’s on her feet. She brings the mic she hadn’t let go of, back up to her mouth. “I believe you have something of mine.” She says clearly, no one in the room understands except for him. He smiles and brings his fist around from her back. The room goes quiet as he releases her and brings his hand between them, opening his fingers, one by one till his palm is facing her. A simple ring in the center of his hand. No one else can see what she can, they don’t understand the reason she almost drops the mic, or why her eyes begin to water. Then he gets down on one knee. There are shouts, whistles, cries, and sobs from the crowd as he takes the mic from her hand and gives it to Jason who’s still on stage, Jason positions it between the couple. “YFN YLN, would you do me the absolute honour, of becoming my need.” He asks, beaming up at her, tears flowing from both their eyes, another small comment only they and close friends would understand. “My want an’ need.” She answers, pulling his face up to hers, pecking his lips several times, running her thumb under his eyes to wipe away the tears. He slips the ring on to her finger, then pulls her back to him, cradling her in his arms, so tight that her molecules might just shift and fit together with his to form one perfect combination. “Did you just say wanton need?” He whispered into her ear so only she would hear, he felt her lips pull up into a smile as her head faintly nodded yes. “I didn’t tell you, the business is expanding to Vancouver, we’ll actually have a home that we both live in.” She said, pulling back to look into his eyes, searching for a sign that this was another good surprise. Fresh tears spilled over as he pressed his lips back to hers. But it doesn’t matter where they live for he knew that he was home when her lips touched his.

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