#rsj x you

[jinlias]

beso - rosé

– listen to ‘beso’ by rosalía and rauw alejandro!

i just need another kiss, one of those that you give me

roseanne was always in your head, whether it was her face, her voice, her laughter, or her lips, maybe even her touch. she was always. on your mind. today, it was her kisses you thought about. how your favorite moments with her somehow involved her laying on her side while u sat criss-cross in front of her.. always talking useless topics before she gets tired of pretending like she isn’t burning to touch you, feel you, taste you.

you kiss like you’ve always known how, like no one has had to teach you.

it’s always then she takes her cue to tangle her hand in your hair and pull you towards her lips, where yours dance against them. her teeth sinking into your lips every now and then so you would make those noises she loved so much.

most times than others all you did at night after a long and tiring day was just that. kissing with only the breaks to talk about something meaningless or inside jokes the two of you had. usually in the dark, sometimes out on your balcony. rosé had grown used to expressing many thoughts and feelings over them, and you had gotten used to understanding them.

being away from you is hell, being close to you is my peace. I love whenever you arrive, and I hate when you leave.

the hardest part was the wait. the wait to see her, to touch her, all while millions of people were seeing her and taking her in every day.

you were so proud of rosé, consider yourself her no.1 fan, but damn, do you wish she could be amazing and successful just a little closer to home.

you can’t lie and say you barely see her, but even with the many times one of you flies to the other, it’s not enough. time feels as if it’s being lost whenever you’re apart.

it’s a repeating cycle, the anticipation builds as the days lead to your reunion, either rosé picks you up at the airport or it’s you who’s waiting outside an hour prior to her flight landing, and then you have the best next couple of days and both of you will cry when it’s time to say goodbye.

“i hate this” you pout on the bed while she finishes packing her suitcase, taking advantage of her visit to refresh the contents of it.

“i know. i do too baby.”

“i hate when you have to go back.” you welcome her embrace, while she wraps her arms around your shoulders and her tummy welcomes the side of your face, her own cheek meeting the top of your head as she leans in search of proximity.

“i don’t think i have to be there tomorrow” she begins the swaying and the searching for excuses as to stay.

“rosie”

“yeah. lisa’s flying in two days, fuck that!” she giggles and pushes the two of you on the bed, a little too excited to be ghosting her job for two more days.

sometimes it works, as shown, sometimes either of you caves and does the impossible to prolong your stay in the arms of your lover.

it forces you to make the best of your time together, even if you’re laying together doing absolutely nothing other than stare into each other’s soul, you enjoy each other’s company so much you soon came to the conclusion you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

the best thing I've got, is the love you give to me. It smells of tobacco and melon.

unpacking after spending time with rosé or doing laundry in her absence have to be one of the most endearingly painful situations. endearing, because the musk of her cologne and the faint smell her clothes have gathered because of her cigarettes spring on you endless memories of you and her late at night smoking and talking shit about everyone you knew.

painful because it reminds you of how much you miss her. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you adore rosé so much you look forward to talk to her even if it’s thirty minutes with as much privacy as the corner in her dance room can allow. she loves you to the point of taking spontaneous trips home whenever she has a break longer than two days, she won’t tell anyone, she will just disappear and her members and crew have to trust she gets to the next destination in time, because she won’t answer any sort of text or call unless someone was dying.

you’ll hold on to the clothes she wore on her last day home until the scent fades completely, hating the infinite battle you had with sleep when she wasn’t there with you. but slowly you overcome it, when she starts getting more of a vote over her career she tried to be home as much as she could, and if she couldn’t be then she would do anything to take you with her.

and it’s more kissing at night while stargazing and less yearning to be together after so long apart. it’s more of the sunday nights you spent either having dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city, or overlooking it from a hill with takeout from your favorite place.

i could tie heaven up, and give it to you entirely

[hornsbeforehalos]

All I Need

Paring: RSJ x OFC ( @sorenmarie87) Warnings: RPF, Fluff. A/N: This is for my 300 Follower Contest winner, @sorenmarie87 <3 Thank you for following me, love, you’re amazing as always <3 *DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE. I WILL FIND YOU.* No disrespect is intended towards RSJ and his family. They’re amazing. Song Lyrics are from “All I Need,” By Louden Swain.  Request: Ohh could I get an RSJ drabble - with the OFC named Mel.  Fluff would work for this~  could it be a combo of these two prompts? "Imagine person A of your OTP relentlessly flirting with B in public, just to see B blush." and “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" Tags: @aquivercactus @srj1990 @dragongirl420 @docharleythegeekqueen  @jesbakescookies  @make-things-beautiful2  @through-thesilver-lining @sorenmarie87  @daddy-kink-confirmed @redm81 @reigningqueenofwords  

“Rob! Rich! It’s so good to see you two!” She shouted as she darted towards them, arms outstretched as she jumped into Rob’s waiting embrace.

“It’s good to see you too, Mel!” He laughed back, snaking his arms around her shoulders to hug her tightly. 

-SMACK-

“OW! Richard!” She screeched in surprise, jerking away from Rob to rub her redening behind, “What the fuck!?”

“What? I thought you were my friend? I slap all my friends’ asses in greeting,” Richard said innocently, smile curling his face as he admired the blush creeping up over her neck to her cheeks. 

“Sure you do, Rich, sure you do.” Robbie commented, shaking his head as he chuckled at him. 

They stood in line at the little pizzeria, waiting for their turn, and Richard couldn’t help himself. He threw his arm around her shoulders, nudging her closer to his side and planted a smacking kiss to the side of her face, enjoying the even deeper shade of red that painted her features. 

“Why do you torment the poor girl, dude?” Rob giggled with a sigh, rolling his eyes at his friends abrasiveness. It wasn’t lost on him how they both felt about each other, Hell, it was fucking obvious as shit, but neither of them had the gall to actually do anything about it for some reason. 

“Because it’s fun, Bob-o! I mean, look, look at that pretty little face! I can’t help that I just want to kiss those cheeks every time I see them!”

“Jesus Christ,” She breathed, ears burning as she took a step forward, her eyes squinting to read the menu in front of them, “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.” Richard grinned back, tightening his grip on her shoulder slightly and bumping his hip into hers playfully. 

‘I love you, you buffoon,’ She thought to herself, flapping her lips as she exhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves.

“What can I get ya?” The cashier asked, looking at the three expectantly. 

“I’ll have a calzone, please, and Bob-o would like a piece of the supreme, and for the beautiful little princess, here, will have that amazing smelling speghetti you got workin’ over there.” RIchard replied, ruffling Mel’s hair before kissing the crown of her head. 

“You know me too well,” She giggled as she peered up at him, smile beaming. 

Chuckling again, he maneuvered her to stand directly in front of him while they waited on their food, wrapping both arms around her shoulders and clasping his hands behind her neck, “I make it a point to pay attention, sweetheart. Especially to you.”

She looked away shyly, lips planted in a smile that hardly ever waivered when he was around her. 

Their food came and they found a quiet corner booth to sit down in, Richard squishing her against thew all practically as he pressed against her as close as possible. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin at his closeness, sending a delightful flutter of butterflies directly to his belly. 

“So,” Rob started, munching into his slice and wiping his mouth wiht a napkin as he chewed, “You comin’ to the show tomorrow, Mel?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, it’s been too long since I’ve seen you guys play.” Mel replied, twirling the noodles and sauce over her fork. She looked up to Richard, catching him smiling down at her, “You’ll be there too, right Richie?”

His heart skipped a beat at the use of the nickname, his bright eyes twinkling in the low light of the resturant and the sunshine peeking through the window, “You know it, baby cakes. I’ll be there with a shot glass waiting for you,” 

“You know I don’t drink, Rich,” She giggled, shaking her head before bringing her bite to her mouth, chewing slowly and savoring the taste before swallowing, “Remember what happened last time you tried to feed me alcohol?”

“Oh, come on, you turn the cutest shade of pink when you’re drunk.” He replied, amusement coating his words, “Plus, you know I’ll take care of you if you puke again.”

“Just watch my shoes,” Rob added with his own smirk.

Her skin burned at the memory, her hands darting up to cover her face as she shook her head in embarrassment, “You hate me, don’t you, Richard?”

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Rob snarked, earning him a kick to the shin under the table and a glare from his best friend, whose own cheeks flushed over at the teasing. 

“Okay, so I’ll be sure to keep the Shirley Temples flowing all night, how’s that sound?” Rich promised, taking a rather large bite of the calzone he’d ordered and successfully dripping sauce all over his scruffy chin.

“Jesus, you eat like an animal!” Rob commented, barking out a laugh as he took his own bite. 

Mel’s finger instantly darted out to relieve his beard of the sauce it’d gathered, drying Richard’s mouth as he watched her pop the digit between her lips to suck it off.

‘God damn, she doesn’t even know.’ he thougth, his one tongue darting out to wet his parched lips as his pupils visibly darkened at the sight before him. 

The trio finished their meals and exited the restaurant, Rob and Rich standing with her as she fished her keys out of her purse.

“It’s so good to have you guys in town, even for a couple of days. I missed you both so much.” She smiled, finding her keychain and pressing the unlock button, “I can’t wait to see you play tomorrow.” 

“We missed you too, hun. Some of us more than others.” Rob quirked as he reeled her in for a hug, his eyebrows wagging in Richard’s direction, earning him another blush from the woman. 

“See you tomorrow, Melly,” Richard said as she pulled away from Rob and stepped into his open arms, “Let us know when you’re O-T-W so I know to look for you.”

“You got it, see you tomorrow.” She replied sweetly, giving them a small wave goodbye as she crawled into her car.

As promised, when Mel walked into the venue with her hair curled perfectly and her makeup just right, Richard was waiting with a Sprite and Grenadine in his hand right by the bar beside the entrance. His chest flipped and he actually gasped, like one of those scenes when the groom sees his bride for the first time walking down the isle. 

She tilted her head to the side owlishly as she approached him, her brows furrowed slightly, “Is something wrong?”

Blinking twice, he regained his composure quickly before grasping her shoulders, smile beaming across his face as he commented, “Well, don’t you look a-mothereffing-mazing!”

Even with the only illumination in the room being muliticolored strobes, Richard could see her flesh pinken at his praise. He pulled her to his chest, his arms snaking around her waist to squeeze her close, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Thanks,” She replied quietly, still flushed and vermilion, as they made their way to where Rob and the rest of the band were beginning to check their instruments before they began playing. 

The pair never strayed from each other the entire night, Rich either holding her hand not to get lost in the crowd or standing behind her with his hands on her hips, swaying with her to the beat of the music. 

“This is a favorite of one of my friends here tonight who I haven’t gotten the pleasure to see in a while.” Rob rasped into the mic, sweat beading from his forehead as his eyes found her face in the crowd. He smirked and winked in her direction before strumming the chords to “All I Need.”

Mel threw the hand that isn’t holding onto Richard’s into the air and loudly sang the words,

“So I’m talking alone with a frosty-haired girl at the bar, She says she’s from Mexico, so I respond with “Wow, that’s far!” Somewhere there in between Vodka fueled breath in my ear, I lose hold of gravity keepin’ my legs right here.”

Richard sings along with her, of course, jumping slightly with her when the chorus sounds, and let out a particularly loud bark of laughter at her silly dancing, but something about the last line of the words tugged at his heart strings in a way he’d never felt before,

“But Oh, Margarita, I’m taking it easy, cuz I gotta promise to keep. It depends on me, senorita, She’s all I need.”

He wrapped his arms around her sternum and pulled her back further into his chest, and feeling her firmly against him for what feels like the first time. The scent of her shampoo and hairspray filled his nose as he nuzzled into her, her hands going to hold onto his arms and secure them in place. Her eyes losed as she reveled in the moment, praying that she wasn’t experiencing some form of lucid dream as Rob continued with the second verse.

He loosened his arms for a moment to spin her around, her hands clasping around his neck as she looked up to him through her lashes. Winking as they continued to sway, he brought his lips to her ear for his favorite part,

“...I get home and I crawl into bed, I whisper, ‘I love you,’ and you won’t quite hear what I said, But Oh, Margarita, I’m taking it easy, Cuz I gotta promise to keep. It depended on me, depended on me, And Now I believe, And now I can see, Now I believe, senorita, She’s all I need.”

Slowly, and unsure, their lips found each others, a sweet and tender kiss erupting and spreading warmth to both of their souls. Not wanting to ruin anything or push her too far, Richard pulled away after a few moments, licking his lips and tasting where she’d been while curling a hand to her face and smiling down at her. She responded with the same shy grin, but her eyes twinkled just a little bit more than usual. 

“Love you, Melly,” He said softly, his eyes searching hers with bated breath. 

“Love you too, Rich,” She beamed, face brightening as she pulled him even closer.

And then he kissed her again.

[thebeethathums]

To the Rescue

Archangel Gabriel x Reader- One Shot

Note: Reader is sorta gifted

It had been about two years since you had literally run into Gabriel on the street with a black eye and a broken arm. Unable to resist helping a damsel in distress, especially one as attractive as you, he had swiftly helped you out. Since then he popped in every once in a while, always for odd reasons, and you managed to get to know each other pretty well, to the point that you didn’t hesitate to refer to him as your best friend in casual conversation. He was one of the few people you could let loose around as he knew your secret and you knew his. As a promise to your father, Bobby, you had spent the better part of the last year lying low and living a normal life, as best you could.

“Son of a strawberry cheesecake,” you cursed holding your thumb in an attempt to quell the pain.

As you said it, you heard the familiar rustle of wings you had come to associate with Gabriel’s coming and goings, “Hey Gabe” you greeted warmly without turning to look.

“Hey (F/n), I need to know, what’s the deal with those shoes with the wheel in the heel? I mean-” He stopped his question short with a frown and quickly replaced it with another, “(F/n)?” You had moved to the sink while he was talking to rinse your thumb and he had noticed when you let out a small whimper as the water hit your injury.   “(F/n)? What’s wrong?” slight panic evident in his tone, he knew you were the type that shrugged and said, ‘just rub some dirt in it’ to even the most severe wounds, “Are you alright?” He moved to your side at the sink and you smiled up at him locking your (e/c) eyes with his whiskey-colored ones that were obviously clouded with concern. “I’m fine, just lost my grip on a piece of Plexiglas and the dang thing sliced up my thumb on its journey to the floor,” you assured him bitterly. You shut off the water as Gabriel looked around at the many sheets of Plexiglas littering the room and pointing at one asked, “This one?” “Yep”   He snapped his fingers reducing the offending sheet to dust. “Hey! I needed that,” you protested as Gabriel smirked. “Nothing hurts my girl and gets away with it, not even an oversized piece of plastic.” You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “I’ll zap you another one later... What are you working on anyway?” You surveyed the damage to your thumb while responding, “A friend of mine asked for me to put a couple of pieces in her next gallery show, so I’m making a clear pinball machine.” Gabriel grinned thoughtfully. He loved the way your mind worked. “Mother of all chocolate fudge, that stings,” you hissed as you poured disinfectant over the gash. Gabriel’s grin widened, your unique and interesting form of cursing never failed to entertain him before he gently demanded: “Come on Kiddo, let me see.” “No.” you firmly responded, pulling your hand close to you and turning away from him, “Your angel voodoo messes with my powers.” “Angel voodoo?” He teased, raising an eyebrow at you and zapping himself a lollipop. “Yes,” you replied, giving him a determined glare before quickly stealing the lollipop. He chuckled, turning you towards him and enveloping your hand in his before you had a chance to react.  You sighed, giving in. You knew no matter how much you struggled you wouldn’t escape his steel-like angel grip. Gabriel tugged your hand up to his face, to examine your thumb. The cut was fairly deep and ran from the bottom edge of the side of your nail around and down to just above the back of the first joint.  In your personal book of injuries, it was probably about as severe as a paper cut.   He brought his lips down on to the cut in a gentle kiss, pushing a little of his grace into it to heal it, before raising his eyes to yours to say, lips brushing your freshly healed skin, “A kiss to make it better.” You tried to hide your blush, pulling your hand out of his before sighing, “Great. Now I’ll have to deal with my vines sprouting random flowers for weeks,” in an accusing tone. Gabriel stepped forward and stole his lollipop back from you, closing the small gap between you, before raising a questioning eyebrow, “Flowers?” It was impossible to hide the blush that was creeping from your ears over to your cheeks as you locked eyes with your longtime friend, his face just inches from yours. You tried to compose yourself, opening your mouth to respond, when he closed the remaining gap, his lips crashing onto yours. It was so simple, so sweet, and after the initial moment of surprise, you returned it, leaning in as his hands slid around your waist. As the kiss intensified, your hands made their way into his tousled dirty blond hair and you felt your vines slip out to pull him in closer. After a moment, he chuckled into the kiss before pulling away slightly. “Now I see what you mean by flowers.” He smirked proudly, glancing over at one of the vines that had wound its way around his arm. The slender green armature had a variety of delicate red and white blossoms growing all along its length. “I did that.” He stated happily, proud of the effect his earlier kiss had had on you. You shook your head and flashed a smirk of your own, before pulling him back to you with both arms and vines. “Oh shut up and kiss me you feathered id-“  You were cut off as your demand was answered by his lips returning their rightful place against yours.

[kazosa]

Blind Heart

Summary: The Reader and Rich have known each other for eight years. Rich (who has never been married) thought knew everything there was to know about you. When SDCC comes around, you tell Rich you want to go and he makes sure you get to go. Once there, Rich finds out that he doesn’t know everything about you and who you used to date. Emotions and jealousy flare!

Pairing: Richard Speight, Jr. x Reader/You

Word count: it’s in the “holy moly” zone ……..7100

Warnings: Fluff, Angst. (I also use bad language and dirty jokes, though not always)

Square Filled: Accidental Confession

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo

Tags: @coffee-obsessed-writer   @laurajw14   @fictionalabyss   @missihart23   @sorenmarie87   @n3rdybird   @winchestergirl-13   @moviemonzy   @etxm

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    It was Friday morning in San Diego. Rich’s flight arrived from Vancouver the day before and (Y|N) was supposed to be with him but some airline FUBAR had left her at the terminal to make other arrangements.

    “Rich,” you assured him, “I promise, I’ll get there as soon as I can, even if I have to drive, I’ll get there by Saturday.”

    “Nope. There has to be a better solution. There’s gotta be something else we can do,” he argued. That was one thing you were sure he loved to do.

    “Yes, and that’s for you to get where you are contractually obligated to be,” you put your hands on his shoulders and tried to turn him toward the gate.

    Rich was one of the best men you had ever known, and it gave you a jittery flutter every time he looked at you like that. That look that said he wanted more from you, but you just couldn’t take that next step with him. You were gun-shy and poor Rich was being as much a gentleman as ever.

    Grudgingly, he’d gotten on the plane, knowing she was right had not made the decision any easier. He liked (Y|N), a lot. Ever since she’d started on the show, he’d noticed her. Things had never worked out to where he could ask her out on a date. Either he’d been seeing someone, or she was. He did notice one thing, he’d never seen her date another actor. She didn’t really talk about her personal life. In showbusiness, people either couldn’t keep their personal live private or they were bulldogs of privacy.

    Rob and he were in the greenroom waiting until everything was ready for the walk around the floor. Rich pulled out his phone and checked his texts and social media again.

    “Dude,” Rob said next to him, “she’ll be here.”

    “Robbie, I shoulda stayed,” he lamented.

    “She knows how to fend for herself,” Rob reasoned.

    Snapping out of his worried mood, he made sure he had his pass properly secured on his lanyard and left with Rob to go do press.

    Your original flight with Rich got messed up. You were supposed to fly with him to San Diego, but the airline overbooked the flight. As usual, everyone was too important to take a later flight, and since you didn’t NEED to be in San Diego until the next day, you gave up your spot and took the next available flight. Unfortunately for you, that meant spending the night in the terminal to get the early flight out the next morning.

    Sleep in the terminal had been elusive at best and you weren’t feeling very cordial when your flight finally started boarding. The airline didn’t even give you the courtesy of upgrading your seat. Once you’d settled in your seat, you got out your headphones, putting them around your neck, preparing for the long flight to San Diego. You got your phone out of your purse and text Rich that you were in your seat then started looking for some music to drown out any of the flight noises.

    “Supernatural, huh?”

    You hadn’t been fast enough. Your neighbor to your left was feeling chatty. The girl next to you couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and was dressed like a Winchester, many layers and a flannel shirt.

    After your night on the terminal floor, you’d changed into your spare clothes, comfy plaid lounge pants and a solid black Supernatural shirt with an anti-possession symbol on the breast pocket. You squirmed in your seat, both for the unwelcome intrusion (and clear “I don’t want to talk” headphones around your neck) and to get comfy. All you wanted to do was get some sleep on the flight. Any little bit would help for your long day in San Diego. It would have to wait, you knew ignoring her wouldn’t help.

    With a faint smile on your face, you nodded, “Yeah, I like it.”

    “I’ve never seen that shirt design before. Where did you get it?” she asked.

    “Amazon,” you lied.

    “Oh cool,” she turned in her seat to face you. “So. Are you a Sam-girl, or a Dean-girl?”

    It was a question every fan seemed to ask other fans. Knowing Jared and Jensen as well as you did, it was a tough question to answer. Usually, you told people you were a Dean girl, but this time was different.

    “Gabriel,” you answered.

    “Oh! I love Gabriel!” she exclaimed.

    Briefly, you thought, “Huh, me too.” Richard was the only person, in your opinion, that could ever play the mischievous archangel. If you hadn’t sworn off ever dating another actor eight years ago, you would have gone after Richard. You’d admired his work ethic, loyalty, the respect he gave people, generosity, humor…never mind you thought he was damned good looking. You had more than a little bit of a crush on him.

    You and your neighbor chatted on for a bit and about a half hour into the flight, she saw how tired you were and finally let you get some much-needed rest. You put your headphones on and started your playlist. Closing your eyes, you thought of Richard and his grey shirt that you liked, the way he left an extra button undone. Sometimes you thought he could read your mind with the way he would smirk at you. You fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to slip your hand inside that extra undone button…

      Making do with the sleep you got on the airplane, you went to your hotel for a quick shower, got into your con outfit, and got a cab to the convention center. Rich had sent you several texts while you were sleeping and on the way to your hotel.

    “Text me when you can.”

    “Are you on the ground?”

    “Where are you?”

               “In the cab, going to my hotel.”

    “There you are! Do you need a ride here?”

               “Rich, shouldn’t you be working?”

    You’d managed to get a cab to the hotel just fine, apparently, you were incapable of getting one again.

    “I’ll stop pestering you once you’re here.”

               “I doubt it. See you soon.”

    It never failed to make you get butterflies when you got a text from Rich. Of course, you were excited to go see him… and everyone else, but there was something about the texts. You passed off his concern for you as the friendly thing to do and nothing more. You liked Rich a lot, probably too much. The last time you’d dated someone you worked with, it hadn’t ended well. To make matters worse, he’d become mega-famous and you had to see his face everywhere. If you got together with Rich, you weren’t sure you could take it if it ended.

    Your cab driver pulled up to the convention center and let you out amongst the shocking amount of people that were outside the building lining up for their passes. Rich, of course, had told you exactly where to go to bypass the crowds so you could get your special access pass.

    “Name please?” the convention worker asked.

    “(Y|F|N)(Y|L|N),” you answered.

    Her head snapped up to look at you.

    “Oh good, you’re here! The Supernatural people have been… eager for you to get here,” she said and picked up her radio.

   Two other convention workers checked your ID and located your lanyard and other necessary items for your weekend at the con.

    “…could someone in the SPN group let him know she’s here?”

    You looked at one of the other girls, “Oh God. Has Rich been bugging you all?”

    “Not sure who was asking,” she answered. “Just that someone has been asking every fifteen minutes.”

    “Sorry,” you apologized, “I got here as soon as I could.”

    She handed you your pass with a smile. Putting it around your neck, you grabbed your things and they pointed you in the direction of the Supernatural green room.

      If it hadn’t been for the tattoos on her legs, he might not have recognized her. He, Rob and Misha were coming back from interviews when he saw her. He was so used to seeing her in cargo pants, occasional shorts, and tee shirts. A dress was new territory. She was even wearing high heels.

    “Hey you. About time you got here,” he was loud enough to get her attention.

    When she turned, she took his breath away. The hem of her dress flared out from her legs and the smile she had for him did him in. She seemed to glide across the floor as she closed the space between them. With her arms up stretched, he gladly gathered her to him for a hug. He held her tightly to him and managed to resist the strong urge to kiss her bare shoulder. After just a moment too long, he let her go and smiled a bit when her hand went up to smooth her hair.

    “Me? I’ve been here over an hour. I got to hear all about how you’ve been giving the staff a hard time,” you admonished him.

    “I am contractually obligated to do work while I’m here, miss,” he retorted. “Bob-o, when’s our next thing?”

    You were pretty certain that giving the event staff a run for their money was not the kind of work he should have been doing. You turned to Rob and he checked his watch and schedule on his phone.

    “Not for an hour and a half. We’ve got the signing thing,” he told Rich.

    “Perfect! We can go down to the floor and check out the booths,” he’d wanted to give you the full con experience since you’d first mentioned wanting to go.

    The floor was paced with people and Rich walked fast so you had to catch up to him in order not to lose him. You took his hand to both help stay with him and to make him slow down a little. He finally slowed and looked back at you in surprise but smiled and curled his fingers around yours. His eyes were so warm. You knew you were walking a fine line with him, but you were starting not to care.

    There were quite a few cool booths and Rich introduced you to people you never knew he knew. He had a lot of cool friends and acquaintances. He groaned a little when you made him stop at the Charlie the Impala booth.

    “C’mon, Rich! Jensen won’t let us touch Baby, we can sit in this one!” you were begging. You got to see the Impala’s on set, of course, but you couldn’t get near the “hero” cars.

    Rich talked to the owner, who, of course, recognized Rich and he let you both get in the car next.

    “You two want a picture?” he asked. “We can get one for you. And if you don’t mind, can we take pictures for the website?”

    You were all for it as long as you got to sit in it with Rich. Richard hemmed and hawed, as you walked around the gorgeous car. You stuck your head in the passenger window and looked at your friends’ signatures all over the dash. Rich finally came over and leaned in the driver’s side window to look at you.

    “Let’s do this,” his voice was a low rumble and it gave you a jolt up your spine. He probably had no idea how sexy he could be.

    Your excitement for the car took over and you reached for the door handle and yanked it open. The vinyl of the seat groaned slightly with your weight as you slid in and closed the door. Sitting still for a moment, you just took it all in. The car owner had done a really good job restoring the car. It was absolutely perfect, and it even smelled like an old car. You knew you shouldn’t be surprised, but it was just more than you could have hoped for. Charlie was a sexy car. The only thing you needed was to drive one of them. Maybe you could bribe Jensen and the car guys to let you take one out sometime.

    “Ready for the picture?” the photographer came over to where Rich was in the driver’s seat.

    Rich moved his left arm to rest on top of the down window, his right arm on the top of the bench seat. He looked at you and raised his eyebrow, his head tipping his head ever so slightly away, motioning for you to come over. You didn’t need to be asked twice and you carefully slid across the seat and tucked into Rich’s side. Slouching in the seat, you rested your head on his shoulder.

    Like most photo ops you’d ever done, you got precious seconds of time before the picture snapped and it was over. After the quick photo, and you were both out of the car, Rich checked his phone for messages.

    “Robbie’s losing his mind,” he smirked. “Ten texts asking where we are.”

    You watched him type a response and hit send.

    “How much time do you have? Are you late?” you asked.

    “Still got ten minutes, but he’s three already, freaking out,” he told you.

    Though the SPN signing booth wasn’t far, it took at least ten minutes to make it to the booth. The people around Rich either parted like the Red Sea, or they crowded around wanting to talk or say hello. Rich had taken your hand this time. Looking over at him, it was hard not to appreciate the extra button undone on his gray shirt. He looked so damn good. A flood of dirty thoughts ran through your head. To distract yourself, you tried to think of a word that adequately described what you wanted to do to Rich.

    “Devour,” you murmured.

    Rich must have heard you, “You hungry?”

    “Um…” you couldn’t think of a good cover, “oh look, here we are!”

      The fellas all came over to “ooh” and “ahh” over (Y|N) and her “con dress” and her, he supposed. She looked really good. She’d done up her hair and he noticed she’d put on a little makeup. It was a look he wasn’t used to seeing on her. Of course, he thought she looked cute in her cargo pants and tee shirts with boots. He thought she looked cute after a long day and her hair would be a mess. It irked him a little how the boys were all fawning over her, but he said nothing.

    About a half hour into the signings, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find (Y|N)’s gorgeous face smiling at him.

    “Rich, if you don’t mind, I saw a few friends when I got in and want to go say hi,” she said.

    “Sure, do what you want. I’ll be here a bit longer,” he said.

    Watching her dress sway as she walked away, he appreciated the shape of her. Again, he thought about taking her out to dinner. Just (Y|N) and him, no one else. They always had a great time together, but there were always other people around.

    When the crowds dwindled for signings, it gave Rich a chance to look around and see where (Y|N) was. When he finally spotted her, he was a little surprised at who she was with. He moved down the line to Jensen, the one person who knew her better than herself.

    “Did you know (Y|N) knew Norman Reedus?” he asked Jensen.

    Jensen looked quickly at rich then finished his signing. He followed Rich’s gaze to where (Y|N) was talking and laughing with the man in question.

    “Dude, I thought you two talked?” Jensen asked.

    “She obviously knows the guy, right?”

    Jensen finished up with the last person in his line and turned back to Rich.

    “Uh, yeah, she knows him. You really need to talk to her about it though,” Jensen told him.

    “What? You obviously know something I don’t. What’s the deal?” Rich asked.

    Jensen moved him away from the cluster of people in their booth.

    “Look man, she’d kill me if she knew I told you this,” Jensen looked Rich dead in the eye to make his point. “Before she came to us, she worked on The Walking Dead for a season and a half. They were…close.”

    “She’s been over there a while…” he said more to himself, not quite processing what he said until, “What do you mean they were ‘close’?”

    Jensen sighed. “Richard, they dated. Couple years. They’re still friends, but it’s still hard for her. You tell her I told you any of this,” he clapped his hands loudly and spread them wide, “disavowed. Done.”

    “Dramatic much?”

    “I’m serious. You want to know more, ask her. I don’t do girl-talk,” Jensen told him and grabbed his discarded jacket and left the area with Clif and Jared.

    Rich had known (Y|N) a while and she had never mentioned that she had dated one of the most recognizable people in showbusiness. Not even a casual mention of even knowing te guy. Not even a word about even working on The Walking Dead. Not a peep about being friends with him. They’d gotten close over the last eight years and it hurt his feelings a little that it never came up. He watched them talking happily for a few moments before he’d had enough and decided to interrupt.

    His pass easily got him access behind the scenes and he found Norman and (Y|N) in the backstage part of The Walking Dead signing booth. He turned the corner and found them talking quietly together. He didn’t like the way Norman was looking at her. (Y|N) was beautiful, even when she wasn’t wearing a dress that showed off her figure and legs. Did Norman even appreciate how messy her hair would get at work or how cute she was bundled up for winter? Did Norman have a hat that she would snatch off his head and wear around just to annoy him?

    “Hey!” he came striding up like he was king shit of the con.

    You turned around startled by the loud sound of Rich’s voice that came from behind you.

    “Oh my God, Rich, you scared me!” you put your hand over your heart in hopes of stilling the mad pace it was keeping. “Are you on break?”

    “No, no. We’re done,” he was feeling a little pissy. “Got done and couldn’t find you. Thought I lost you.”

    “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t think I’d been gone that long. I lose track of time when I’m with Norman.”

    Feeling like a child caught in a lie, you didn’t think to introduce the two men. Instead, Norman stood up and introduced himself.

    “Hi, I’m Norman, nice to meet you,” Norman said, not missing the irritation in Rich’s eyes.

    “Richard,” he said, sizing him up.

    You watched the weird vibe between the two men before you realized that you were probably late to meet up with Kim and Briana in the greenroom. Being dressed up, you didn’t have on your usual watch and couldn’t check the time. Instead you grabbed Rich’s wrist to look at his watch.

    “Damnit Norm, I’m late to meet up with Kim and Bri, told them I’d be there by now. This always happens!” You were only half angry with him. It had been good to see him and things had gone well and weren’t too awkward. You turned back to Rich, “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

    “Go. I’ll catch up. I want to chat with Norman for a sec,” Rich told you, letting you off the hook.

    You hated being late and you felt bad for taking off on Rich again, but at least he was understanding. Not knowing what else to do you gave Rich a hug and kissed his cheek. Norm always gave you warm hugs and his full attention. That part had never changed. The lights were dimmer backstage so he had off his sunglasses. Reaching for him, he pulled you in and you saw the slightest wink as he brought you in close. Holding the embrace a bit too long and a bit more lewd than usual, you could feel Rich’s eyes burning into your back. As Norm released you, his hands cupped your face and he kissed you softly on the lips.

    With your back still turned, you looked at Norman and mouthed the words “What the fuck?”

    Norm just smirked and said, “See ya later, sweetheart,” and nudged you on your way.

    Rich’s gaze followed (Y|N) as she walked away, he sound of her heels clicking on the cement floor, her dress swaying side to side with each step. It was mesmerizing, but he made himself turn back to Norman.

    “So, you work with her, huh?” Norm asked, noticing the glare. “She’s amazing.”

    “I agree. Hard worker. Great friend,” Richard assented.

    “God, she looks good. You seeing her?” Norm asked, hoping to get an emphatic response.

    Rich narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him.

    “No, we’re just friends,” he crossed his arms.

    Norm looked over his shoulder in the direction of where (Y|N) had disappeared.

    “Think she’d take me back?” Norm knew he was needling him, it was all over his face, but he kept going. “We’re gonna meet up later, you wanna come?”

    Having never spoken to Norman before, Rich couldn’t tell if he was being baited or not, but it got his blood pressure up anyway.

    “I don’t know what happened between you two, but if it was enough to make her walk, I would put money on her not taking you back. As for the meet up, I’ll have to get back to you on that,” he was done talking. “Nice meeting you.”

    Norman had always been good at reading a situation and had noticed the way Richard was looking at (Y|N). If that guy didn’t have feeling for her at least a little bit, he would eat his shirt. Richard had jealousy written all over his face.

    “Hey man, if you’re into her, just say so,” Norman said. “She’s cool as hell.”

    Rich wanted to tell Norman that his and (Y|N)’s personal lives were none of his business, but he held back. They were backstage, but it was still a very public place and the last thing he wanted to do was create a scene and get (Y|N) drug into the middle of it.

    “Thanks for the advice,” he said sarcastically and finally walked away.

      Rich was taking his sweet time getting back, you’d noticed. Every time the door opened, you checked to see if it was him. You hoped that Norman wasn’t giving him too hard of a time. You really wanted them to get along. Your feet were also killing you and you really wanted to get back to the hotel to get into more comfortable clothes. It was fun to look pretty for a while, but ma, was it painful.

    “Do you need to get back to your hotel?” Kim asked.

    You looked at the door again and then to your phone for the clock. Norman was only in town for a few more hours and you needed to get going, but you wanted to wait for Richard.

    “Um…yeah,” you gave her a sheepish smile. “I was hoping to go back to the hotel with Rich.”

    “I’m sure he bumped into ten people he knows. You know how it is with him,” Kim reasoned.

    You did know what it was like. Everybody loved Rich. That wink that Norm gave you though. What was that about? And the kiss right before you went back to the greenroom? It was pretty innocent, and the only thing you felt was the burning heat of Richard’s glare into your back, but he hadn’t let you in on the fact that he was going to do it.

    “Yeah,” you said to Kim, “I need to get out of these clothes. I feel weird in them.”

    “I bet Rich will help you get out of them,” Briana chimed in.

    Kim burst out laughing.

    “C’mon, (Y|N), you had to have noticed the way he looks at you,” Kim said.

    “I bet he’d rip your dress off with his teeth,” Briana mused.

    “Stop!” you pleaded. Before you had time to be fully embarrassed, you turned to see Rich staring back at you.

       What the hell was that? Who the hell did he think he was treating (Y|N) like that? What was he trying to get at? Was he deliberately trying to make me mad, ‘cause that was sure as hell working. And why didn’t (Y|N) tell him off, or even tell him that she knew one of the most recognizable faces in showbusiness, let alone that she had dated the guy? Did she want him all over her like that? Was she wanting to get back together with him, too?

    He had no business being angry, and he knew it. He had no claim on her, but he wanted to. He wanted her. He wanted her to have eyes for no one but him. He went down the corridor and past the SPN greenroom door, he wasn’t ready to go back in there yet. Instead, he continued walking and thought about what to do for the evening.

    There was no way he was going to let (Y|N) go to that meet up without him. After all, he was invited, right? He needed to know if there was anything left between the two of them. He wasn’t they type of guy to not go after the woman he wanted, but he also wasn’t one to get in the way when he wasn’t wanted in return.

    Finally making a decision about what he was going to do, he turned around and went back to the SPN greenroom. He took a calming breath and gently pushed open the door. He could hear Briana talking.

    “I bet he’d rip your dress off with his teeth.”

    Had he walked in on them talking about Norman? Carefully, he stepped inside just as he heard (Y|N) say ‘stop’. She turned toward him like she was going to head for the door.

    “There you are!” she exclaimed. “I was worried you fell in,” or that he’d killed Norman, “Are you ready to go?”

    “Yeah, I’m ready,” he said.

    Your feet were screaming at you now and you started walking toward the door again.

    “Ladies,” Rich waved at them and followed you out.

      You didn’t know what happened with Rich and Norm after you took off, but you were going to kill Norm anyway. Rich seemed pissed off about what had happened, and you felt like you had some explaining to do. The trick was, how do you bring it up without setting him off again? You were getting close to the outer doors and were grateful that the event staff had a discreet car service for people that needed to leave and not want to be seen. Rich opened the door to the suv for you and let you get in first. Once the door was closed, the silence was broken.

    “How long have we known each other?” he was blunt.

    “About eight years,” you were quiet.

    “In all that time, you never thought to mention that you knew Norman Reedus, or that you dated him?” his voice was accusatory.

    “It never really came up, Rich. You don’t talk about the people you’ve dated either, and we don’t ask one another about them,” you pointed out. “And since when do you care?”

    He fell silent again. You could feel him fuming next to you. You wanted to assure him, but you didn’t know how. You weren’t ready to tell him how you felt.

    “Eight years,” he grumbled, “that’s a long time to keep that little nugget tucked away. I guess if I ever need to keep a secret, I know who to tell.”

    “Are you really mad at me for not telling you?”

    “Yeah, I guess I am,” he turned back to the window.

    The last thing you wanted was for Rich to be mad at you, but he had no reason for it. He was acting like…

    “Oh my god,” you whispered.

    “What?” he growled.

    Now you understood why Norman did the things he’d done. He’d seen it right away. You couldn’t believe how stupid you’d been. Too shocked, you had no words of explanation for Rich.

    “Nothing,” you squeaked out and the rest of the ride to the hotel was silent.

      When you got back to the hotel, Rich walked you to your room to make sure you got in safely. He was still upset, you could see, and he was going to leave to go to his room if you didn’t stop him.

    “Rich, would you at least come inside and talk to me?” you pleaded. The silent ride back to the hotel had been awful.

    Resignation crossed over his features as he walked inside.

    “Okay, I admit, it was shitty of me not to tell you. I hope you will forgive me. I didn’t really want to talk about him. Whenever I’ve told a guy I’ve gone out with him, they get weird on me, so I just stop,” you sat down on your bed and finally took off your shoes. “Will you at least come out with us tonight?”

    “Why? I thought you two looked pretty chummy back there at the con,” he said, that hint of anger still there. “Wouldn’t want to get in the way of anything.”

    He wasn’t ready to listen yet.

    “Okay, fine,” you were exhausted. “I can’t make you go. Sit in your hotel room and be a miserable shit the rest of the night.” If he wanted to be Dick, you could play that game, too. “Maybe we’ll get back together and I can just tell you all of the details then.”

    He bit back using Norman’s own words, “See ya later, sweetheart.”

      You’d tried to lay down for a while after your shower, but you were too wound up to sleep. You had on your skinny jeans and your favorite going out top as you laid on your bed, contemplating the fuckery you had just participated in. Of course, you understood where Rich was coming from, but he was being an ass. He seemed to assume that because Norman was around that you would just go running back into his arms? You’d wanted to tell him that he was jealous for no reason. You’d wanted to tell him all of it when he was in your hotel room, but the jerk had taken out his jealousy on you instead. Even so, you still felt a little bad about needling him further, but only a little.

    A knock at your door both startled you and gave you hope. Maybe Rich had gotten over it enough and was coming to get you? You sprang out of bed and rushed to the door.

    “Rich?” you said, opening the door.

    “I fucking knew it. You do have a thing for that guy,” Norman said with a smug look on his face.

    “What the fuck are you doing here? I thought we were meeting down at the bar?” you were dumbfounded. Norman had always been the king of incognito where you were concerned.

    “Nice to see you, too. Can I come in or are you gonna leave my ass hanging out in the hall?” he asked.

    “What for?”

    “Geeze, no faith. I have a plan for you and Mr. Growly,” he said, still smirking.

    You pushed the door open and let your former lover in, wondering what in the hell he had cooked up in the few hours you’d been apart.

           You sat at a high-top table with your Supernatural friends, Briana and Kim on either side. Norman was off getting you another Cap ‘n’ Coke. You’d really thought that Rich would show up. The lack of his presence at your table was more than a little noticeable. Rich was the kind of guy that thrived on his friendships and it just didn’t feel right to not have him there. The mood of the table was off.

    Norman came back with your drink and noticed that Mr. Growly still hadn’t showed up. He handed (Y|N) her drink, of which she took a big gulp before he could warn her.

    When she started coughing, he said, “Hey that’s mostly rum,” with a chuckle.

    “No shit,” you coughed.

    “Better finish it off,” Norman said in your ear, “he just walked in.”

    Knowing he was right and that you would need the brace, you took another big gulp. Norm’s plan was going to require you to be more of jerk than you were used to. Norm squeezed your shoulder in reassurance. He was an actor, after all, he knew how to make it look good for the audience. When he told you his plan, you socked him in the shoulder and told him he better not make it look TOO real.

    Rich came strolling over to the table, saying hello to everyone, but barely acknowledging you and Norman. It stung a bit, but you still tried to do what Norman had told you.

    “Hi Rich, I thought you weren’t coming,” you tried to be casual.

    “Yeah, well, here I am,” he said, obviously bitter and faking his glib tone.

    Jesus, Norman was right, you thought. You were right, too, if you were being honest. He was acting like a jealous teenager. What had been hard to accept was that it was because of you. The conversation at the table continued on as though Rich had been there the whole time, but the energy coming off of him was palpable, he was practically sizzling.

    “So, sweetheart, when are you gonna come back to Georgia? It’s been stupid crazy down there since you left. You really need to come back and hang out with us,” Norman said to you, but loud enough that the whole table heard.

    “Oh, I don’t know,” you said, playing along. “I have a few things to take care of in Vancouver, but once the season is done, I can come down and get back together with you all.”

    Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Jesus, I can feel the daggers coming off of him.

    “Yes! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Norm said expertly, and Rich took a drink from his own glass.

    The chords of a very familiar song began to play on the jukebox. Elvis’ version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” filled the bar.

    Norman grabbed your arm and pulled you off your bar stool.

    “C’mon, doll, they’re playing our song!” he said.

    He led you out into the small dance floor by the jukebox and pulled you close. You put your arms around his broad shoulders and started swaying to the music with him.

    “We don’t have a song, Norm,” you said into his ear.

    “I know that, but your guy doesn’t know that,” he said. He was clearly having fun with this role.

    “What’s he doing?” you asked.

    “Killing me with his mind,” he chuckled and put his hand on your shoulder, slowly moving you in a circle. “You know, I was mostly serious about you coming down to Georgia. It would be cool to have you back.”

    “Norm,” you said, “I like where I am. I like the people I work with, and…” you caught sight of Rich and saw the hurt and the anger all the way across the space between you.

    “And you kind of love him,” he finished.

    “Yeah, I think I do. I’d like to find out anyway,” you admitted.

   “I should never have let you go,” he said. “I hope he makes you happy, (Y|N). I mean that. Now, laugh a little and touch my face.”

    You were feeling a little melancholy for the time you’d had with Norman, but what you’d had with him wasn’t the same. It hadn’t been that hard to walk away. Norm was a great guy and you loved him, but it just wasn’t what either of you deserved. The thought of Rich never speaking to you again, of him not being in your life, it wasn’t something you wanted to think about. You reached up and brushed back his hair from Norm’s forehead. He growled a little, kissed your cheek, then pressed his cheek to yours as he continued dancing with you.

      “Where the hell have you been, I thought you’d be here an hour ago,” Briana scolded.

    He’d seriously debated even showing up. He didn’t want to be around to see (Y|N) and Norman rekindle their romance, but he thought he might have a chance to stop it if he could just get her alone.

    Briana nudged him and pointed to (Y|N) and Norman on the dancefloor, “You just gonna let that go, Dick?”

    He didn’t say anything, he just observed the two dancing. It wasn’t until she touched his face that he had enough and got up from his seat and crossed over to where they were.

       “Mind if I cut in?” he asked when they stopped to look at him.

    Norm looked from Rich to you and back again before he said, “Nah, man, not at all.”

    Rich looked like acid was shooting out of his eyes, but you were interested to see where this went and if Norman’s plan had worked or not. As he was getting past you to go back to the group, he gave you a swat on the ass, startling you but still making you smile.

    “Did he just?? I’m gonna kill him!” he was seething.

    “Rich, stop it! He’s just helping,” you tried to calm him. You’d never seen him like this before and it was a little unsettling, but also a little hot.

    “Helping? Helping what? Himself to you?”

    “You better be very careful about what you say next, mister Speight,” you warned, still letting him take you in his arms for another slow song.

    “Me? Please tell me you didn’t fall for anything he said…” his words were dripping with derision.

    “Excuse the hell out of me?” you said.

    “You aren’t really going to go back to Georgia, are you?” he mocked.

    “It’s not like I have anything in Vancouver that is going to keep me there. Besides, Norm will keep me busy,” you said.

    “Oh, I bet he will. From what I saw, he was already keeping you plenty busy,” he said.

    “Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that? You’ve never made the slightest move on me, never once said you were even the least bit interested in me. You don’t even know Norman,” you were hurt and you decided you’d had enough of that day. “Why the fuck do you suddenly care who I dance with?” You pushed him away hard.

    He stared at you for a moment, a rush of emotions crossing his face.

    “Why do I care?! Because I love you!”

    There was a marked drop in the noise level in the bar. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, including all of your friends from Supernatural.

    “Oh hell no! You don’t just get to say that and expect everything to be all hunky dory, nah!” you said and walked off the dance floor to the nearest door, fearing you might pass out if you didn’t get outside immediately.

    Your panic factor was kicking in hardcore. You needed to get out of there. The walls were suddenly too close and there were people seemingly everywhere. Finding a long hall to the restrooms, you kept going straight for the door at the end of the hallway that had an “exit” sign hung on it. You didn’t know what you’d expected to happen with forcing Rich’s hand, but you hadn’t expected that. To have him say it out loud like that… but why did he have to be such a dick about it?

    Finally, outside in the fresh air, you were able to breathe again. If every convention was like this, you weren’t sure you wanted to go to anymore. It was almost too much to bear. The familiar sting began in your nose and traveled to your eyes, the tears filling your eyes making it difficult to see. You turned your back to the sound of the ‘exit’ door opening and returning to closed.

    “(Y|N)?” he said from behind you. “Do you love him?”

    “Go fuck yourself, Rich,” you said, your throat thick with emotion.

    “I gotta know, darlin’,” he said, the pain evident in his voice.

    “Oh, now I’m ‘darlin’, huh?” you were done hiding your hurt. “Yes, I love Norm, always will. And before you go off half-cocked again, it’s not what you think. We just couldn’t make it work. We were better friends than we were ever anything else. I see him once, maybe twice a year.”

    “Then why was he all over you like that out there?” he asked, inching closer to you.

    “I think there was a small part of him… maybe both of us, that wanted to see if the old spark was still there,” you admitted. “It might have been there for him, but it wasn’t for me.”

    “What changed?” he asked, getting within arm’s reach of you.

    “I fell in love with my Dick of a best friend,” you said, finally looking at him.

    He moved in a blur. His hands cradling your head as his lips crashed into yours. His strong arms moved down and crushed your body to his and you responded in turn. For so long, you’d wanted to know what it was like to be in just that position, it was like heaven, if it were a hot and steamy place. You wanted to devour him. His lips didn’t need to force yours apart, you wanted all of him just the way he wanted you. Not realizing he’d been guiding you to the wall until it was pressed against your back, you moaned into him as you felt him pressing hard against you. His tongue swirling and lapping at your own sent you into a state of euphoria. After a few moments, the passion you both felt slowed down and he leaned back, his body still holding you firmly to the wall behind you.

    “What do we do now?” his thumb stroked your jaw.

    “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.” 

[bloodstained-porcelain-doll]

Sugar and Spice, ch 7

Summary: Richard’s awful ex wife comes over. Rob finally realises he was wrong about you. Word count: 1280 Warnings: Verbal ex-spousal abuse, bee shirt cameo A/N: Beta’d by @pepperwoodatnight

Chapter 7. The bitch of an ex wife

It had been another few weeks since you last saw Rob, but you'd been spending more and more time at Richard’s place now, so eventually it was bound to happen. And one day, you stepped out of the shower and down into the kitchen to see Rich and Rob both at the kitchen table.

“Oh, hi!” you said, clutching your cardigan around yourself. “Hi,” Rob said uncomfortably. “Rob came over and had to drop off some stuff,” Rich explained. “Cool.” You nodded and went to the fridge, making yourself a sandwich. “Want anything?” you asked both of the guys.

“Huh?” Rob sounded confused. You turned around, took a bite of your sandwich and looked at him. “Want. Anything? To eat? Sandwich, or I don't know… we've got some mud cake I made yesterday.” “Oooh I'll have some of that! Man it's delicious,” Rich exclaimed. Rob nodded. “A-alright, I'll have some as well.”

You served it up on plates with some whipped cream and served it to the guys, resisting the urge to cream Rob’s face. You watched with a smug face as he ate and enjoyed it. “Yeah, it’s… it’s good,” he said sheepishly. “You're welcome.” You smiled proudly and returned to your sandwich, mostly just listening to the guy talk, when there was a knock on the door. You watched as both Rob and Rich stiffened in their chairs.

“What?” you asked. “That's her. That’s her knock, what is she doing here?” Rob burst out. “Who!” you demanded and looked at Rich who was growing pale. “Danielle.” “What!? Did you invite her here?” “No, of course not!” “What the fuck…” Rob muttered under his breath.

“Richard, open the door!” an obnoxious voice sounded. Rob got up and patted his back encouraged him to get out to the hallway and open the door. You and Rob both stood with crossed arms and watched what was happening.

“Hello, Richard,” the woman said. She was taller than him, had light brown hair and big blue eyes that looked like they could cut steel. You already hated her. She pushed past him in her fur coat, clicked her heels and stopped in front of you and Rob.

“Move,” she ordered. “I don't take orders from bitches,” you drawled and cocked an eyebrow at her. She scoffed and shoved past Rob instead. Richard gulped and walked after her, giving you an apologetic look that made your heart break. “Why are you here?” Rich asked when she sat down on the couch. “Aren't you going to offer me something to drink?” “Why are you here?” he repeated. Danielle sighed and pursed her lips. “Rude.” Her leather trousers were shining as she crossed her legs. Wow. “Who's the little whore you think can replace me?” she asked. You clenched your fists but stayed still.

“There's no whore in my house except the one in front of me,” Richard muttered, and watched Danielle’s eyes grow hard again. “I have done you no harm and you insult me like that!” She turned to you. “I'm sorry you have to deal with him, sweetie, he-” “Don't call me sweetie,” you growled, refusing to have Richard’s pet name for you ruined by this monster.

Danielle actually laughed at you. “Oh I'm sorry, what would you like me to call you?” “You can call me ‘goodbye I'm leaving’,” you snarled. She laughed again and turned back to Richard. “Richard, Richard, Richard… the people you surround yourself with. You were so much better off before. I mean, this one… I think she feeds you too much.” “I- did I…” “Gain weight? It looks like it. Or maybe it's just the shirt, I don't know.” “Oh- I…” “It's horrible, who bought you that! Bees? Really? It's grotesque.”

“I think it looks amazing on him,” you stated loudly. “I think he looks fucking hot. But if you're too much of a cunt to see that, then you shouldn't even have the privilege of looking at him!”

“A cunt? You don't know me enough to judge.” “You come in here like you own the place, you call me a whore, you wear dead animals, and you mistreat and insult the most amazing man in the world, so yeah I know you enough to judge. Get the fuck out of his house unless you actually have anything you need!” You were fuming over the way she treated him. Rob was staring at you with wide eyes, but you didn't see that. Danielle got off the couch and walked up to you.

“Alright, you doe-eyed bitch, if that's the game you want to play.” “I'm not playing a game, you are. Why are you here?” “I wanted to check up on Rich and see how he was doing. Clearly it's worse than I imagined.” “Oh I bet you imagined. Bet you imagined many things, but not this. You didn't think he'd have found someone better than you. You thought you'd come in here and have a go at him, is that it? Well newsflash, that's not how it works anymore!” “He needs me.” “He does not. You need him. You need someone to terrorise, don't you? You need someone to project all your self hate on.” “I want to give him a reality check! He's not in a good shape anymore and he's not going to get any further in life without m- OW!” Danielle cried out when you slapped her across her face hard. “GET. OUT.” “Do you think he'll stay with you? Do you think he'll make you happy, is that it? Think you can weasel your way into his weak heart and use him?” You chuckled and smiled, rolling up your sleeves.

“No… that's what you think. Now, I've taken kickboxing classes, and unless you want me to puncture those silicone tits of yours, I suggest you take your dead animal clothes and get the fuck away from the man that I love!” you shouted and balled up your fists again. Danielle stared at you for a few seconds before she scoffed and turned her heel, leaving a stink of perfume after her. When she slammed the door shut, you turned to Rich and Rob.

“I am so sorry,” Rob said with wide eyes. “I am sooo so sorry, Y/N, I was so wrong…” “You were.” “I'm so sorry.” He looked sincere when he watched you with those bright blue eyes, and your anger stilled inside you. “Don't worry about it,” you mumbled and felt something tug on your wrist. You looked down to see-

“W-whoa, w-what are you doing!?” “Marry me,” Richard said breathily from his position down on one knee. “What?!” “I know it’s soon, and I-I I don't have a ring yet, cause I wasn't… wasn't really planning this, but… fuck, sweetie, that was amazing, and I… I mean we don't have to get married right away, we can- we can stay engaged for as long as you want, but… I wanna spend my life with you, and it seems… I know you want the same. So… will you marry me?” he asked and looked at you almost pleadingly. It took you a few seconds to process what was happening, but then you smiled and nodded.

“Yes, yes of course I will,” you said and took his hand, pulling him up to his feet and kissing him passionately. You didn't know for how long you kissed before Rob clapped his hands slowly, bringing the both of you back to reality. You turned to Rob while still in Richard’s embrace. “Yeah, okay, I ship it,” Rob said and grinned at you, making you giggle, and Rich as well.

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ARCHA 5.

“A dark force is brewing just beyond humanities reach. Behind the scenes, Crowley plots something sinister, unbeknownst to the Winchester brothers. Gabriel had been in hiding, he didnt expect to believe that anyone knew he was alive, and yet, here he was, front and centre. Gabriel was now nothing more than trapped and seemingly powerless, and swept up with him was that stupid girl, who had so accidentally been thrown in his world of angelic crazy.”

Word Count: 1500+ per chapter

MASTERLIST / ABOUT

FIRST / PREVIOUS / NEXT

CHAPTER 5: HUMAN

The night was still. Not much stirred within the dark reaches of the forest behind the whimpering girl, it was unsettling, as if all living things had fled the scene when the heavenly, blinding light erupted through the blackness. Gabriel had not muttered a single word, for he was yet to find the right one’s. “Who are you?”, a simple, stupid question in retrospect, however the suddenly human could not find the right words to answer. Gabriel looked down at his feet and thought for a moment, slowly, a unabashed smile swallowed his face, he chuckled under his breath for a moment. What a sticky situation he had found himself in. A squeamish human girl stood directly in front of him, looking for answers he simply didn’t have. Gabriel may be many things, but wise was not one of them. He didn’t often associate himself with human kind, Gabriel thought of them as nothing more than play things, easily manipulated and so much fun to toy with. He was detached from human kind, too say the least. People, humans, they didn’t have any real grasp on the reality of the world around them, the evil, supernatural world that lurked just beyond the every-mans reach. Some may have believed in Angels, but none could understand the true wrath and might of one. And in the forward thinking twenty-first century, the concept of obsession, belief of the holy kind was slowly dying. “The Archangel Gabriel, the Messenger of God” a title that once meant so much to him had now become nothing more than words of the past. He was only “The Man Gabriel” now, a title that was strangely familiar to him, yet difficulty to find the origin.

Gabriel could taste the dry sensation of air on his tongue as he breathed in. The feeling wasn’t as overbearing as it had been before, for one, he couldn’t taste every single molecule of the substance, instead a dry sensation that lingering for a moment. He looked at the petrified girl that stood in front of him, not for a very long time had he been associated with a human in this manner. He had zero control of her stupid human-y face and he certainly didn’t like that. Gabriel was yet to understand how to deal with such a situation. Hunters were a different breed, this girl; the most human-ish of human, couldn’t dream to understand the world Gabriel came from. Humans were trouble, stupid as they may be, this one in particular, had endured quite the trauma that clearly had some side effects; The bright glowing slice in her hand was distracting to say the least, Gabriel noticed that the scar carved deep into her skin bared his own sigil, the Sigil of Gabriel, a symbol he had not seen for almost a millennia now. It was obvious that this was the way that he, the Archangel, had been summoned, by using old ancient Sigil magic, in which the demon Agiel must have possessed some expertise, Gabriel deduced.

What was he to say to the shaken girl, how was he to escape the responsibility he now held over the puny thing? Who was he? he asked himself over and over. He was Gabriel, not the almighty Archangel, just the man, the weak, human. The Man Gabriel.

‘Name’s Gabe.’ He finally replied in a brash manner. Gabe had realised that the best way to deal with the situation at hand was simply to roll with it. This was a turning point, he had nowhere else to go other than with this squeamish girl, like it or not. ‘Whats wrong with my hand?’ asked the girl, whimpering and holding back tears behind her eyes, she sniffled and continued to clutch her strangely pulsating hand. ‘I don’t know’ he spat, a true carelessness about his voice. Of course Gabe knew, but he wasn’t going to tell her the very truth, some of it perhaps. Though, most of it was properly none of her business. ‘What?’ She blubbered back, her breathing erratic and huffy, unable to say much beyond her tears, she whimpered behind some shaky words; ‘Are you going to kill me?’ she continued. ‘Pfft- No.’ Sarcasm radiating through his words, ‘I saved you, obviously.’ A macho reply slipped through his lips. Gabe had made a small mistake with his reply however, as he quickly realised explaining his great escape to small-minded girl would only lead to more trouble, opening her eyes to the Supernatural world could be catastrophic right now, considering her already almost catatonic state of mind at that moment, he decided to try and clam her down before dropping any bombshells. ‘You s-saved me? How?’ ‘I don’t-’ He thought on his feet, covering his tracks. ‘… I was trapped too’ He lied. ‘I saw you there, all, uh, bloody and stuff… and those, two guys back there, they have a bit if a problem with, well… with me.’  Though weak, human, and a little bit bloody, the ex-Archangel never ceased to do what he did best, trick. His lies were woven in such a casual manner, little did he care for the latter effects of each tall tale, if the lie worked at that earlier moment, it was sure to work later, was it not? ‘There was this crazy, uhm, flash of light,’ he gestured, ‘I managed to escape! On my way out, I grabbed you, you were all limp and bloody, then BAM, there was this big flash! Don’t know where it came from, kind of just, took me away.  But, hey, here we are.’ A silence filled the scene for a small time, her eyes clearing up a little as she slowly composed herself. Wren finally piped up again. ‘Why do you have that?’ she asked, referring to the silver blade he held in his hand. ‘Oh, uhm, this?’ He gestured to the Archangel blade, ‘It’s what I used to fight off those assholes back there, it must have gotten swept up in the blast’ He lied again. The two strangers shared another idle moment, they stood in the wildwood clearing, not knowing much of what to say or what to do. ‘How did that big light happen?’ she asked, her fingers shaking as she clutched her chest, cowering in the cold. ‘Hell if I know, it just sort of, did.’ he replied.

Wren felt she had so many questions, she was scared, lost and alone with some strange man who she just knew would ruin her life all over, this was certainly something she was highly unprepared for. Finally she had been happy with her life for the first time in a long time, then there was him, this stranger had come along to steal it all away. Amongst all this chaos, there he was. Gabe, The man who had given her the keys too freedom, only to thieve them back in the most horrible, spectacular of ways.

In the silence, Gabriel pondered. He realised that letting the girl go off alone would only trap him in the same situation he had only just escaped. Crowley would do anything he could to get to him, the demons would already be doing their best to be on his tail, which meant that Gabriel needed to assure the girls safety, only for his own protection, however. Gabriel finally broke the silence, ‘Listen up Short-stack,’ he began, ‘If you want to stay safe, I suggest you stick with me for the moment. Those two guys will be trying their best to find me, give it a day or so and they’ll be tracking me already.’ ‘Can’t I-?… Look, I just want to go home.’ she continued. ‘No-can-do buddy, that’ll be the first place they look for you. And if they get to you, they’ll…” He pulled his finger along his neck, making a gross “sllllicceeee” sound with he mouth as he did so. ‘They’ll kill me?’ Wren asked ‘Yeah, and they’ll make sure you’re done for this time.’ he let out a small laugh under his breath. ‘Don’t worry though, the only reason they want you is because your associated.’ ‘With what?’ replied Wren ‘With me.’

‘Shouldn’t I just leave then? The farther away I am from you, the better.’ ‘No, don’t be stupid, did splitting up ever work out for Scooby and Shaggy?’ ‘Yeah, it did, actually…’ Wren replied with composure. Gabriel trailed off trying to explain himself, ultimately, he convinced “Splitting up makes you more vulnerable”. ‘Look, Short-stack, right now, you have nowhere else to go. It looks like a long, lonely, dark highway in either direction’ He pointed out to the void of blackness in front of them ‘And, unless you want to heighten the chances of imminent death, sticking with me is the better option.’

The thing is, Wren did not trust Gabe one bit, she did not trust much of a word that came out of his mouth. There were two things that she was sure of, however,  One; he was bloody, theoretically, he fought to escape those two men that captured her. This, however, did not guarantee her own safety. Gabe had already spoken of the bad blood between him and her captors which couldn’t be good for her at all. And two; It was true, she had no where else to go. What was she to do? Even her home wasn’t safe anymore. Oh, how Wren would have loved to sever all ties with Gabe at that moment, but she knew leaving the stranger would lead to her own vulnerability, and even death. She decided she would stick it out until she was somewhere near a Police station, and then she would hotfoot it as faraway from him as humanly possible.   She had no choice. Corporation was her only option, for the moment. The only place she had right now was with Gabe, like it or not.

‘My names Wren’ Finally she spoke, a weakness behind her voice. She noticed that much of the pain she had once felt pulsating on her palm had lessened, she looked to the unnatural spectacle, curious as to what was causing the reddish glow. The light unblinding now, she could see the scar carved into her flesh under a sheet of dry blood. ‘Do you know what this symbol is?’ she held out hand.

How long was he to keep her out of the know? It would be spectacularly hard to explain the events that has just transpired to her without some leak of the truth, and so Gabriel had decided he would tell her, some of it, and only just that amount, one baby bombshell at a time.

‘Okay, settle down buttercup, ‘cos I’m about to blow your mind. I’m, what they call, a Hunter…’ he lied. 

—- CHAPTER 6

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IT’S BoB LIVEBLOG TIME

Episode 1 is under the cut!

Warning, I swear a lot... and am very in love with RSJ so a lot of this was just me pointing at the screen and screaming RICH and then remembering you can’t see me so writing it down...

Episode 1: Curahee! Curaahhee? Curraahhee? I can’t spell so I’m renaming it Ross is a punk bitch

Buckle up my babies, this will be a carcrash!

00:01 Here we fucking go aw yis

00:11 Aw who’s this? I wish they named the gentlemen at the start of the episodes, I wanna know who is who :s

00:25 Shifty, is that you my angel son?

00:41 OMG you guys… these men are breaking my heart </3

01:06 Lord, men were committing suicide because they couldn’t go to fight? That mentality… man. Oh my God, you angels. Babies.

01:36 No jokes allowed, every man is <3

01:40 Now that I’m humbled and we’re all well and truly miserable…the credits, ugh, my heart. The score is amaziiiing. Some of the footage is actual war-time footage, I read, which is a brilliant touch.

02:01 DICK <3

02:13 DICK’S HUSBAND <3

02:18 RSJ’S NAAAAAME

02:27 JFC this music makes me so emotional. Look there’s Matthew Settle’s face. That makes me emotional too

02:48 Ah it’s Roe <3

03:48 I’m trying to pick them all out in the line-up but I can’t tell who is who. Are we supposed to be able to? There’s a short one in the middle, is that Harry?

03:49 I’m not drunk enough to handle this

04:10 Upottery? Ah it’s so English I love it. That’s not a name! Wtf is up with English place-names, you guys have the weirdest names. Upottery? Seriously? Is it only potters that live there? I’m so confused

04:22 Close up of Roe! Perfect. I approve.

04:32 Is that the guy from Line of Duty? I think it is

04:39 Lip <3

04:44 Ew. GTFO Cobb. He doesn’t even go here

04:47 IS THAT RICH? RICH. ILY. ILY RICH. Please note that 94% of this will be a Rich-watch

04:53 Lieb stop. I am sure you are not a certified hairdresser

04:56 RICH. SMOKING. SMOKING RICH. More like smoking hot do you see what I did there?

05:20 I can categorically say that I love Joe Toye. I do. I love him. But every time I see Kirk Acevedo, all I think of is Charlie my baby from Fringe (awesome show, please watch it). And I just. Charlieee <3

05:39 Aw. They’re so sad

05:55 They’re so despondent. Guys. It’s fine

06:05 Fassy?? FASSY!!

06:18 God Damien is pretty

06:25 Nix that’s not how you flirt

06:57 Lol at Dick noting its happy hour. Thinking about taking Nix on a date, are we? I bet you are. Now THAT is how you flirt!

07:24 OMG the fucking flirting! GUYS. “And give up all this?” NIX SAYS AS HE CHECKS HIM OUT

07:37 Yeah, Nix, you’ll take him ‘to Chicago’ huh? Is that what they call it nowadays.

07:44 Do you want to be that cigarette? ‘Cos there is nothing heterosexual about that lingering look, Dick

08:18 ‘Murica time

08:25 Ross, fuck off. Nice jacket though. “You PEOPLE are at the position of attention” ugh GTFO. Dick’s sideye tho lol

08:52 NGL Ross does a great job at being super unlikeable

09:05 Noooo you don’t want it with Johnny Martin. You wont win. Yeah, walk away Ross

09:15 Careful around Lip too, or Speirs will materialize out of thin air and snap your neck

09:33 RICH. Don’t be scared of that douchebag, baby

09:43 What kind of question is that, there is nothing Lieb wants more!

09:50 It’s weird hearing Ross swear tho

10:26 Don’t argue with Johnny, baby. Also Roe OMG <3 Shane is freaking fit

10:43 Wow Lip is ripped

10:48 Oh no, poor baby. Lip leave him be ☹ </3

11:10 LOL I just noticed the drum by the door. It says ‘butts’ and it took me a seconds to realise it was for cigarettes. I am an adult (31-year-old married woman). I’ll laugh at the word butts if I want.

11:11 RICH

11:18 Lieb omg lol

11:39 RICH BABY NO! FUCK OFF ROSS! LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I WILL HAVE SPEIRS CUT YOU

11:52 I can’t take Ross seriously in those shorts. Hi-ho GTFO

12:07 Ew fuck off running up that, I’d just nope out like nah babe imma go chill with that sweet baby back in the butts cabin

12:18 Aw Dick <3 The juxtaposition of Dick as a leader compared to Sobel who sure he might be honing them into something formidable and skilled but he’s an asshole. He’s not a leader. He’s a bullying, abusive scumbag. Dick is an actual leader who protects them and supports them and encourages them and IHAVEALOTOFFEELINGSOK

12:43 You don’t deserve that sick jacket, Ross. Seriously. That is a boss jacket, I want it

13:04 Have they not stopped fucking working out all this time? Ugh

13:23 Oh good, Dick gets a boss jacket too. He deserves it.

13:30 I wish people had to ask me for permission to speak.

13:53 I just. He. I can’t with Dick Winters, you guys. I cannot. I have lost the ability to can. Like they’re so upset and tired and low and just with that little joke he boosts their morale back up from where Sobel fucking beat it down into the mud and makes everything lighter and they laugh and are less tense and I just. Fucking love you, Dick.

14:00 Is that my angel son? I see you Shifty, love you baby

14:03 RICH. DON’T TOUCH MY RICH.

14:07 Oh my God, address them yourself you weirdo, Ross. They’re right there, you’re right there! I had a colleague that used to do the same, would get me to speak to my employees for her when they were right there in front of her like… ‘can you tell x to do y for me pls…’ … I was like wtf you know you CAN talk to them… you won’t catch poor just by speaking to people lower down the pecking order

14:22 Fassy! Wtf they’re not supposed to drink? Dehydration is legit one of the most dangerous things, how tf can you turn them into high-key supersoldiers if they’re dehydrated? How is this man so dumb? The guy in front of Fassy tho omg. I bet Fassy’s boss wife Alicia Vikander won’t like her husband being treated that way… she’s so badass tho right?

14:26 He’s so dramatic! Ugh

15:11 Piss off omg

15:24 oh my DVD flipped its shit here, only picked back up at 16:30 don’t @ me

16:52 RICH WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO YOU RICH

17:21 Shifty my angel son

17:46 so sweet

18:04 Sink, babe, no he is the worst, stop

18:20 LOL no, he’s jel as fuck babe

18:32 NO FUN ALLOWED. Im sorry, that tie is so ugly

18:44 Simon Pegg??!!

18:51 Ross is so dramatic God shut up. it’s not a conspiracy, weirdo

19:10 “It’s a can of peaces, sir.” Iconic.

19:11 Dick’s tiny smile is equally iconic.

19:17 SHUT UP ROSS

19:44 He wants to be punched, I think, like he’s goading them. The sick fuck.

20:47 DON’T TRUST HIM, DICK!

21:02 ROE <3

21:31 Hoobler, aw <3

21:37 I warned you not to trust him, boys

21:54 Ah boys, oh no

22:04 RICH. Kick him, baby

22:17 Bull, punch him, seriously

22:24 Oh Luz <3

22:26 Yeah GTFO, suck it, bitch

23:06 Who is this? Fella’s hot

23:40 RICH. FASSY. WEB. TAB.

24:19 Suck it, Ross

24:30 Real footage?

24:41 Lol you suck Ross

25:23 RICH. SMOKING RICH.

25:26 Bill omg

25:45 Perco, baby, no. don’t talk to Johnny Martin. Don’t look at Johnny Martin. Don’t so much as think about Johnny Martin. He will fuck you up with his gaze alone, baby

25:56 Ah Luz

26:06 OK. That’s hot. Joe/Charlie don’t be hot. It confuses me

26:42 Winnix being husbands in the corner

27:42 YOU’RE in the wrong position, dumbass, it’s no one else’s fault

27:46 Dick’s come to save the day

27:56 Ross knows nothing omg

28:05 RICH. Even my Rich is confused, Ross, you dweeb

28:20 Lol at Dick dropping down ready for a fight

28:36 Fassy isn’t happy. That means Alicia Vikander is coming for you. Joe/Charlie is definitely not happy. Lip is upset. Think about your life, Ross, think about your choices. You know you’ve failed when Roe is judging you

28:57 Nix is like lol where tf is the alcohol tho

28:59 Harry! Harry is here! But yes, baby, you’re interrupting the husband’s foreplay, leave immediately

30:00 Lol at the Nix vs Ross staredown. Nix won

30:17 RICH. GUYS IT’S RICH

30:33 Do it, Lieb. Drop the grenade. Just don’t upset my angel son Shifty

30:40 He is a literal angel. Don’t corrupt him Lieb

30:59 Nix is having another crack at flirting. “Going my way” so suave omg. Omg stop. No wait don’t

31:09 “I’m not the intelligence officer.” Neither is Nix half the time babe let’s be fair

31:14 “If I told you I’d have to kill you.” Nix is getting better at flirting! He’s been attending flirting 101 classes it seems

31:40 They’re legit such husbands prove me wrong

32:00 He’s not joking, Dick

32:06 Harry’s like oh yay yes please

32:11 Lol Nix

33:03 Ugh. Men. I feel like that hold smells so bad.

33:09 RICH. Naw, Rich is sad he’s missing out on the flamingos.

33:32 Joe/Charlie you deserve a day to commemorate you tbh. I love you.

33:46 “My brother’s in North Africa, he says it’s hot.” Bill is iconic.

34:34 Lieb, honey, don’t, please

34:49 I feel you, random hot guy. Tipper?

35:05 Eyyy this place is nice, let’s all move there.

35:17 Shifty, my angel son, my baby <3

35:26 Yay, Harry gets a boss jacket too!

36:22 Mum and Dad of Easy. I’m low-key living for Lip’s little worried faces.

36:33 THAT JACKET IS SICK AS FUCK I WANT 20

36:38 The fence is there, Ross, because you’re so fucking dumb

36:51 Guys, look, cows

37:06 He’s fucking useless. Hi Simon Pegg.

37:22 RICH

37:25 This whole scene gives me life and waters my crop

37:31 RICH <3. YOU GUYS. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. RICH RICH RICCCCHHHH

37:42 Poor Tip is so done

37:58 Simon Pegg is so confused

38:04 Good job, Tipper, I’m proud of you and your pretty face

38:10 Iconic

38:15 Keep it together Tip

38:54 The hand signals, no, I’d be like BABY. WHAT. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU WTF. I’d last like a millisecond in the military lmao. Does my country even have one? Tbh probably not. Us Kiwis are too chill, cbf’ed with anything. Too busy watching rugby, drinking, and sulking that we can’t afford houses cos our housing market is fucked. But at least we beat Covid *shrugs*

39:06 ILY, old guy. You are the best thing in this episode, aside from Rich

39:22 But wait, there’s more weird Americans hopping out yo’ bushes

39:26 “Bloody hell!” Mood

39:47 “You’ve done it now, yanks, you’ve captured me!” He is such a mood. I love him.

39:54 FUCK OFF ROSS. “Would that be the enemy?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” DICK IS SO VALID I LOVE HIM THIS IS ICONIC.

40:25 Be free, moo-cows

40:40 LAMO GET WRECKED

41:00 Guys imma be straight with you. I’m on my third whiskey lmao.

41:10 Simon Pegg, please refrain from being a douchebag. Leave Dick and his husband to flirt in peace.

41:23 I love how Nix is like instantly suspicious. He knows.

41:39 Worried husband

41:45 “Misspelled court-marital.” Iconic

42:14 Ross, why you lying? So threatened and jel that you gotta lie omg.

42:50 God Damien is freaking hot. Guys.

42:57 Punk bitch Ross.

43:22 Dick is so BDE. It’s fucking hot.

43:30 Ross is shooketh tbh. Punk bitch.

43:36 AH! IT IS HIM! THE GUY FROM LINE OF DUTY S5!

43:50 That underbite must have hurt FJH a lot omg so committed.

44:02 Hey Lip <3

44:09 Johnny Martin has absolute BDE

44:22 God they’re willing to be killed just to not follow Ross. Same tbh.

44:57 This whole scene is BDE.

46:00 But Sink has the most BDE let’s be honest

46:44 The respect for Dick. Even after what they just went through. I AM EMOTIONAL.

46:58 He’s so worried like omg what have my troublesome sons done now

47:09 ROSS WHY YOU ALWAYS LYING??

48:09 Weak

48:24 Yeah, fuck off back to ‘Murica

48:34 Legit, can we acknowledge Ross did a great job (the actor). Really really well done, one of the best performances on the series tbh.

49:48 LMAO GET WRECKED PUNK BITCH

50:06 Dick just wanders about a lot on his own, huh?

50:50 What? What? I understand nothing of what the cockney guy is saying.

50:55 Me too, Hoob, the fuck.

51:00 RICH I SAW YOU

52:19 “Never put yourself in a position where you can take from these men.” Don’t omg I can’t, Dick, I’m weak, I can’t deal with these fucking feelings.

52:36 DAFUQ

52:40 OHHHH I get it. Right. Dick, you’re so smart. It’s a little sad they have to do all that just to get some answers and guidance but tbh it’s probably fair? Gotta be top secret so punk bitches like Ross can’t screw things up.

53:30 Hey Nix. Speak French to me any day.

53:48 Unf.

54:08 LMAO Lieb, how many cigarettes do you need!

54:10 NGL I paused here for a little while.

55:05 We could ALL use some brass knuckles, Joe/Charlie. Mood.

55:25 LOL Lieb is so nosy.

56:15 Oh no

57:00 Luz LMAO

57:10 Oh babies

57:13 Bill LMAO that’s not ice cream, yuck it looks like soup

57:28 God. All that effort. Not just logistically but emotionally, mentally, psychologically, to prepare, just to have it put off. Fuck.

57:38 That movie again. Poor boys.

57:47 That’s actually a really smart move, Johnny.

58:41 Oh no. I would lose it completely. Oh Bill </3

59:11 Naw, Dick dawdling around again

59:49 RICH I SEE YOU

1:00:08 AAAHHHH IT’S TOO CONFRONTING DON’T

1:00:48 NOOO I CAN’T aw Bill

1:01:09 Naww

1:01:16 RIIIIICH

1:01:20 It’s like they’re kiddies on a field trip and Dick is the teacher wrangling them lol

1:01:47 Lol their crap is so heavy Dick has to help pull them up. That’s actually really sweet.

1:01:51 I wish I could hold Rich’s hand

1:02:08 Oh God. I can’t. Like he’s helping them up BUT IT’S ALSO HIS WAY OF SAYING GOOD LUCK AND GOODBYE AND HAVING LIKE A MOMENT TO CONNECT WITH EACH OF THEM I CAN’T LIKE THE EYE CONTACT NO DICK STOP

1:02:19 LMAO at them having to shove each other into the plane

1:02:23 That look between him and Roe. Ugh. Like. You two gotta take care of your boys together. Brotp

1:03:22 Can someone explain the block on that guy’s helmet to me?

1:03:55 I’m sad. And scared. This series is so confronting. I’ve watched in annually since I was like 16 and I’m still so nervous for them.

1:05:37 Rich, I see you! I recognized his chin lmao

1:06:16 God, Dick be careful

1:10:00 This show. The feels. Every time.

[thewhiterabbit42]

The Key

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Summary:  Sometimes it takes more than weapons and magic to survive a hunt when things go sideways.  

Word Count: 1437

Warnings/Tags: angst, imprisonment, restraints, implied torture, realized feelings

A/N: This was inspired by all the RSJ gifs from Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders flying across my dash, so you can thank @rich-a-day for this one.  

This is also an unbeta’d drunk “drabble”, and I blame all my mistakes on the vodka.

“Gabe?”  It’s not the volume of your words that cuts through the quiet so much as your uncertainty.

He doesn’t hesitate in responding, the timbre of his voice as strong and steady as if you were both back at the bunker.  “Yeah?”

You swallow, and for a moment you almost back down from your confession.  “I’m scared.”  

His presence immediately stretches across the small dungeon, flooding it from wall to wall until there’s nothing but him surrounding you.  “It’s going to be ok, sweetheart.  I promise.”

Only he can’t promise these things, not now that he’s so powered down he’s practically human.  

“C’mere.”  He motions you over with his free hand as the other hangs level with his head, secured to the wall in enochian engraved cuffs.  

You look at him a moment.  “I can’t.”  

The rope around your wrists pulls tight as you raise them, reminding him that you, too, are a bit tied up at the moment.

He simply arches a brow.  “Since when has a little rope and metal ever stopped you?”

Any other time you would have responded with touche or an equally smartass remark, but the screams down the hall distract you, sending your heart rate into the stratosphere as another round of adrenaline courses through your veins.  

You’re going to die here.  It’s all you can think about.  Sam and Dean don’t have a clue where you are, neither you nor Gabriel know enough about your location to send any hints to Cas, and the agonizing shrieks that echo through the underground chambers never stop.  

It’s only a matter of time before your captors come for you.   

“Don’t give up on me yet.”  The command drags you back from the depths of your mind, and when his face comes back into focus he’s more serious than you’ve ever seen him.  “You’re one of the smartest people I know, and with these in play,”  metal rattles against stone as he shakes his bound hand at you,  “We need all the brain power we can get.”  

He needs you.  You.  And the revelation is enough to shake you free from your fear, if only temporarily.  

You glance up at your bindings.  The material itself seems pretty sound.  The fibers are smooth, wound tight, without signs it’s beginning to dry out or fray.  

Next, you inspect the steel eyelet that’s keeping you tethered to the wall.  It’s relatively new, hardy, without any chips or rust.  The stone it’s embedded in, however, is another story.  

There are cracks where the metal’s been hammered in, and when you run your fingers around the edges a few pieces break away and fall to the floor.  

Bingo.  

You set to work, jamming the meat of your palms against the hook.  It hurts like hell, though eventually your hand begins to numb beneath the constant onslaught.  Your efforts pay off though, as slowly the area continues to crumble into dust and small pebbles that faintly clatter to the floor.  

“You got this, sweetheart,” Gabriel tells you, continuing to throw encouragement your way in what you suspect is an attempt to drown out the ongoing misery in the background.  

Eventually, you stand, hoping you’ve made enough headway to just pull the damn thing out.  You raise your leg, planting your foot against the wall as you brace with the other.  You steady yourself, taking a deep breath before you use every ounce of strength you have to try and pull yourself free.  

Within thirty seconds your sent tumbling to the ground, landing with a grunt as you manage to twist yourself onto your side so your arm and shoulder absorb the brunt of your impact.  

“Atta girl!”  He cheers as you push yourself up.  “Now get over here.”  

He’s close enough so you don’t bother trying to walk, awkwardly shuffling the few feet on your knees before dropping down into his outstretched arm.  

You don’t know the Gabriel from before; the trickster.  You don’t know the one who only plays games and makes snarky remarks.  There’s an echo of the archangel you’ve heard tales about, but the one you’ve met, the one who tucks your head beneath his chin and embraces you tightly is genuine in ways you’ve never expected.  

“It’s going to be ok,” he repeats, his voice a low rumble in the ear pressed against his chest.  

You smile, the gesture only partially forced.  “When you say it like, I almost believe you.”  

You allow your senses to be flooded with him, his scent filling your lungs as the heat of his body helps chase away the dampness that’s seeped beneath your skin.    

“You’re freezing,” he realizes, his hand trying to rub away the goosebumps on the bare skin of your arm.  

“Well, it’s pretty fucking cold,” you deadpan.  “And I am human.”  

It adds to your discomfort, sure, but in a way it’s not so bad.  It’s a reminder that you’re alive, and you’re happy to take as many of those as you can get.  

“I promise you, I’m going to get you out of here.”  

You can tell he wants so badly for that to be true, and that fact he’s so desperate for you to believe it makes you wonder who he’s trying to convince more.  

“Stop, Gabe.”  You swallow back on the dread forcing its way up through your chest as an eerie silence falls across the dungeon before footsteps begin to move toward your cell.  “Whatever’s gonna happen is gonna happen.  I just…”  

You can’t say the rest.  It’s a card too close to your chest to play, even now.  

By the way he deflates, all breath leaving his body, he not only knows, but feels it too.  

It shouldn’t surprise you.  Nobody wants to die alone, but the thought of someone like him being just as vulnerable as you are is as sobering as your own mortality.  

“You’re going to be ok.”  He places all the emphasis on you’re, and it takes you a few seconds to read between the lines.  

Your head pops up, pinning him beneath your stare.  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Sweetheart, for someone so smart, you really can be daft sometimes.”  The smile he gives you is soft and sad as he brushes the hair away from your face, his fingers lingering longer than necessary along your cheek.  

Your eyes widen.  “Gabriel –”

“You don’t need to say anything,” he cuts you off.  “It doesn’t change a thing.”  

Only it does.  It changes everything, no matter what the outcome might be.  

You sit up, pulling away from him just enough for his brows to pull together in concern.  

“You listen to me, feathers,” you begin, an urgent undercurrent running beneath your tone.  “Whatever you have planned right now, forget it.”  You try to pack as much into your stare as possible, willing him to grasp what it is you’re saying.  “The only way out of here is together.”

Everything gives way to a heavy sadness, as if he just can’t believe what you’re saying is possible, and you realize he doesn’t.  

Regardless of why, it breaks your heart.

“Do you understand?”  You ask, grasping his hand between yours before pressing it against your face, desperate for him to really hear what is you’re saying.  “The only way I make it out of here is with you.”  

A second passes, then another, and as the silence stretches on you start to think that he’s the daft one of this duo.  Until his features finally fall, and his brows shoot straight to his hairline.  

When he speaks, he’s so quiet you almost don’t hear him.  “Do you really mean that?”

There’s nothing you could say that would convince him.  So you don’t, at least not with your words.  Instead, you decide to put your mouth to better use.  

He’s been waiting for this moment, lips moving forward, more eager than anything to finally join yours.  The kiss is more intense than any you’ve had before, the threat of death still hanging imminently over your head, but there’s a tenderness that cuts through it all, tempering desire into something much more sweet.  

By the time you pull away, you’re out of breath, chests moving in equally erratic rhythms as you lay your forehead against his.

You never could have known it, but you had just handed him the key to your survival, one you’d had with you the entire time: a reason to live.  

“Together,” he promises, his energy spiraling outward, creating the first light you’d seen in days as the warding on his cuffs began to glow.  

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I need to pay the rent. Fanfic Commissions: SPN and One Piece

Hello, Everyone.

My sister and I have just moved out of our abusive mother’s home. We are living off of the financial aid from our school but our new rent is fairly high: $2,150 USD. 

We’re full time students and cannot work because my sister is disabled and I need to take care of her when I’m not in class. We will be starting an online craft business soon but we don’t officially move in until the 25th and it’ll take us some time to settle in.

Until then, I am trying desperately to supplement our funds with commission work. I apologize if the prices seem a bit high but $3 is the lowest Ko-Fi will go.

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Basic Info:

Payment will be through my Ko-Fi: link

xReaders and OC/Canon ships offered.

Services Offered (cost is in USD):

$3 - one (1) one-shot fic of 1000 words.

$3 - one (1) one-shot stylized (You pick the reader’s name and gender) x-Reader fic of 800 words.

$6 - one (1) one-shot fic of 2500 words.

$6 -  one (1) one-shot stylized (You pick the reader’s name and gender) x-Reader fic of 1500 words.

$9 - one (1) one-shot fic of 2000 words with smut included.

$6 (Discounted) -  one (1) one-shot fic of 2000 words with smut included so long as the ship is Sabriel (SPN), ZoSan (One Piece), NamVi (One Piece), or AceSabo (One Piece).

Rules:

1. Send me your commission info over ask or messenger.

2. Obey the shipping and character rules (there are some ships and characters I will not write).

3. Only pay once I accept your commission.

4. You can save or post the finished fic wherever you like, just credit me.

5. I will be posting your fic to both this blog as well as my Ao3.

Commission Info:

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Fic Examples:

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Extra:

Ask me about non-Supernatural RSJ character commissions.

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[idabbleincrazy]

Writer's tag game

I was tagged in this ages ago by @mousedetective and at least one other person and finally got around to doing it.

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Fandoms: Supernatural, Lucifer, iZombie, various RSJ roles and will probably write some others down the line...i do have an idea for Farscape I'm tryin to get to.

Where You Post: Tumblr and Ao3

Most Popular One-Shot: based on ao3 kudos, it's a tie between Only You (a deckstar drabble) and Hold On (a Sam x Reader) with 93 each, but my most popular on tumblr is Wake Up Call (Gabriel x Reader) with over 200 notes.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Invisible Touch

Favorite Story You Wrote: A Fish May Love A Bird! I love masquerades and had so much fun writing this one, loved having an idea that involved so many of the characters rather than just a couple like most of my fics.

Story You Were Most Nervous To Post: Saving Grace...the plot and smut are a bit more out there than most of my stuff, and I have even given up on it for now because the response was so little that I started rethinking writing it.

How Do You Come Up With Titles: ugh. Titles. If there isn't something glaringly obvious about it for a title, I usually try to find a song title or lyric that fits.

Do You Outline? Pfft. No. My stories evolve as I write them so there's really no point.

Glad to complete: I finally finished Angel of the Morning back in September, after almost a year of leaving it and coming back to it over and over!!

In Progress: Flightless Bird; Jacksonville, FL; so many others...

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: the rest of my kinktober list, bingos and a bunch of prompts sitting in my drafts.

Do You Accept Prompts? Yes, but there's no telling when/if I'd ever get to it. I can only really write a prompt if it sparks an idea. I never force my writing.

Upcoming Story You’re Most Excited To Write: I can't wait to finally get around to writing my SPN/Burlesque crossover that I have been trying to get to for months. Also very excited about Flightless Bird.

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[jinlias]

oh yay fluff !! can i ask 75 (c) with Rosé please ?

lazy days were even better after many days of hard work. so the week and a half you had of rest and to spend time with rosé were what you were looking forward the most, what was pushing you through your hardest days of work.

and you had tried your best even under the circumstances to begin christmas decorating, but the two of you were so tired and occupied making up for lost time you had barely put up the tree.

“can you take the pop corn out of the microwave?” you were waiting for her on the couch, hank in your lap as you look for the movie you had settled on together. “rosie?” but she had been taking a little longer than expected, and all you saw was her hand creeping to yank the mistletoe at the entrance of the kitchen “what are you doing with that mistletoe? it took me a while to hang up!”

but she stares at you blankly before sitting in front of you and placing it above your heads. pecking you multiple times before pulling back “oh”

she uses the tape that was holding it against the ceiling previously, and sticks the mistletoe to the wall behind you “im exhausted” she begins, tucking a hair behind your ear. “and i want to kiss you, and i know i can do that without the mistletoe, but having it here makes it feel less like cheating”

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

Kink List

Here’s my Kink List!

These will be written over time, and you can always send in a new request!  This will be an ongoing list of prompts/pairings that I’ll probably never stop updating. Kink List requests are ALWAYS OPEN! :)

I am currently taking requests for Teen Wolf and The Maze Runner.  Most of the works on this list already are from Supernatural, and there are quite a few more planned SPN works on here (italicized ships are to be written), so I’d like to branch out into those two (new to me) fandoms.

For this specific list, I will only be accepting requests for SHIPS, no reader inserts.  Please be creative, as I really want to write some rare pairings in addition to the more common ships.  I’m adding reader insert fics to the list, just not taking requests for them.

If you want to request a kink, please send me an ASK with the number below and the pairing.  For now, I’ll accept two requests per number, per fandom (i.e. if there’s already 2+ SPN fic on a kink, you can request another fandom/pairing for that kink).  I’ll also accept multiple requests from each person.  You can request a kink on anon if you want, that’s totally fine!  If there are any kinks you’d like me to write that aren’t on this list, you can send those in as well.  I started with 100 kinks and have been adding to the list ever since, so request away!

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Kinks

Kissing He’s Watching - SPN (Weecest)

Discovering boundaries Destiel

On the sofa On the Couch - SPN (Dean x Donna x Jody x Sam)

Masturbation Just Think - SPN (Lucifer!Castiel)

Bodily fluids and/or blood play Slice - SPN (Sam x Rowena)

Oral Sex Delicious - SPN (Jo x Meg x Pam) Feel Good - SPN (Claire x Kaia)

Aftercare

Romantic evening I Love You - SPN RPF (Jensen x Danneel)

First time/Virginity How I Wanted You - SPN (Dean x Reader) Sex Me Right Now - Teen Wolf (Stiles x Danny) Weecest Destiel

Blindfolds Intense - SPN (Dean x Donna) It’s an Ear Warmer - SPN (Dean x Sam x Reader)

No speaking

Sex Game (e.g. first to come loses) Winners and Losers - SPN (Sabriel)

One catches the other masturbating Can’t Just Watch - SPN (Wincest) Watching - SPN (Sastiel)

Sex toys Charice’s Gifts - SPN (Wincest) Dean’s Birthday Present - SPN (Destiel)

Surprise sex Surprise Thank You - SPN (Dean x Bela)

Dry humping Closed for Business - SPN (Destiel) Wincest

Teasing On Purpose - SPN (Dean x Reader) Dean x Donna

Handjobs Stand Up - SPN (Cain x Cas x Sam x Dean)

Almost getting caught Almost Caught - SPN (Sam x Jo)

Break up/make up sex One Last Time - SPN (Sam x Eileen) Two-Stepping - SPN (Sam x Reader)

Weapons (Gun Play, Knife Play) Slice - SPN (Sam x Rowena)

Impact play (Spanking, Caning, Paddling, etc) One of Those Moods - SPN (Wincest) Months - SPN (Destiel)

Dirty Talk

Rimming Do Not Fret - SPN (Gadreel x Samandriel)

Correcting each other’s technique Fast Learner - SPN (Dean x Krissy)

Role Play Barber!Jody x Sam

Inappropriate location Dean’s Bedroom - SPN RPF (Cockles)

Gags

In the bath/shower Exhausted - SPN (Destiel) Angel Girl - SPN (Gadreel!Sam x Reader) She Knew Best - SPN (Abaddon x Meg)

Lingerie Stockings - SPN (Dean x Castiel x Reader)

Fully clothed Something Strange - SPN (Sam x Gadreel)

Phone sex or Skype/web cam sex Separated by a Computer Screen - SPN (Sam x Eileen) Hunter - SPN (Sam x Reader)

Morning sex Mornin’ Cas - SPN (Destiel) Wake Up Call - SPN RPF (J2)

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism Dean’s Mate - SPN (Dean x Cas x Benny) DCJ Sequence of Events - SPN (Dean x Sam x Reader)

Public/semi-public sex Time to Move - SPN RPF (J2) Have My Pie and Eat it Too - SPN (Dean x Reader) Study Time - SPN (Sam x Reader) Fits Just Right - SPN RPF (Jared x Reader) Hot in Here - SPN RPF (Jared x Reader)

Against the wall Who’da Thought - SPN (Castiel x Reader) Dean x Donna

Pain/sensation play Let Him Come - SPN (DCJ) Punishment Well Deserved - SPN (Sam x Ruby)

Medical play Doctor Winchester - SPN (Wincest) Deeper Examination - SPN (Dean x Reader)

Face Fucking/Oral Fixation

Cross-dressing Let Me Show You? - Balthazar x Meg Ruby Red - Sam x Castiel x Jimmy

Spontaneous sex

Double penetration/Spitroasting Both of You - SPN (Dean x Sam x Jody) The Dress - SPN (Dean x Sam x Reader) Presents - SPN (Dean x Sam x Reader) Insatiable - SPN (Wincestiel) Stiles x Scott x Malia

Incest Kink Hanky Panky - SPN (Dean x Lisa x Sam)

Casual sex/Friends with Benefits

Calming the others anger Angry - SPN (Destiel) Powers - SPN (Wincestiel)

Glory hole Through the Wall - SPN (Benny x Gadreel)

Bondage Neckties - SPN RPF (Mishalecki)

I love you

Chair sex Armrests - SPN (Cain x Castiel)

Loud sex/knowing someone can hear Hear You Scream - SPN (Stanford!Sam x Jess)

Tell each other a kink and doing it

Fisting

Mirror Sex Stay-Cation - SPN (Sam x Amelia)

Writing a smut fic to each other and reading it to them Challenge Accepted - SPN RPF (Misha x RSJ)

Cock Rings

Food play Treats - SPN (Sabriel) Peppermint Twist - SPN (Sam x Reader)

Gangbang

Sensory deprivation Sam x Eileen

Fingering

Breath play The Mark - SPN (Dean x Cain) A Little Less Breath - SPN (Dean x Reader)

Dom/sub Yes Mistress - SPN (Dom!Bela x Sub!Sam x Sub!Sarah) Power Shift - SPN (Gabriel x Reader)

Comfort sex Make Me Forget - SPN (Dean x Jo) Sam x Rowena

Getting caught DCJ Getting Some Water - SPN (Wincest & Claire)

Explaining their relationship to someone who didn’t know Wincest

Fight sex Like That? - SPN (Sam x Bela)

Outdoors Dean’s Mate - SPN (Dean x Cas x Benny)

Threesome/group sex Liplock - SPN RPF (Padackles Clan) Changed for the Better - SPN (Dean x Cas x Anna)

Filming themselves Natural Moment - SPN (Dean x Gabriel)

Breeding/pregnancy Demon Omega - SPN (Sam x Ruby) Danger - SPN (Demon!Dean x Donna)

Feminization

Hot and cold play

No foreplay

Edging Torture - SPN (Wincest) Please…Begging You - SPN (Balthazar x Castiel x Hannah)

In/by a swimming pool/bath Steamy - SPN RPF (Jensen x Reader) Summertime - SPN (Weecest)

Inventing a secret sex language to use in public Eyeliner - SPN (Wincest)

Objectification

Age Play

Birthday surprise

Prince Albert

Sex machine Machine - SPN (Dean x Donna x Sam)

Drunk

Humiliation kink

Quickies Quickie - SPN (Sam x Reader)

Needy, clingy sex Need You, Please - SPN (Sam x Jo) Hugs - SPN (Sam x Reader)

Wake up in the middle of the night and have sex

Rough, shove-y sex Damn Guest Stars - SPN RPF (Jared x Reader)

Safeword use

Sex marathon Shook Me All Night Long - SPN (Sam x Piper)

On a plane Wincest

Office Sex Midnight at the Office - SPN (Sam x Reader)

In the dark Cas x Jimmy

By the fire Dean x Benny Crackle - SPN (Dean x Reader)

Daddy kink Too Long - SPN (Wincest)

Silly giggly sex Squishy - SPN (Dean x Endverse!Cas) Chase - SPN (Dean x Reader)

Plug DCJ

While one of them is on the phone Ring Ring - SPN (Dean x Donna)

Car Sex (Impala Sex) Tastes Like Cherries - SPN (Sam x Reader x Dean)

Restrained sex (not necessarily bondage) After the Case is Over? - SPN (Dean x Donna)

Tantric sex Their Time - SPN (Sam x Jody)

Object insertion More - SPN (Meg x Ruby)

Sounding The Ribbed One, Please - SPN RPF (Cockles)

Pegging Definitely Doing That Again - SPN (Dean x Donna)

Mpreg What’s that Smell? - SPN (Destiel) Puppies! - SPN (Wincest)

Begging Beg, Sugar - SPN (Benny x Jody)

Panty Kink Hidden Silk - SPN (Dean x Claire)

Shibari Art - SPN (DCJ)

Breeding Bench

Coming untouched

Puppy play

Orgasm denial

Noncon role play Dean x Donna

Nipple play Sam x Jody

Size Kink Monster - SPN (Dean x Gadreel!Sam)

Collars

Hair pulling Sastiel Sam x Jody

Praise kink DCJ Destiel 

Come play This Feels Dirty - Teen Wolf (Stisaac)

Bukakke/Facials

Bulge kink Dean Smith x Sam Wesson

Cockwarming Warm - SPN (Wincest)

Fear kink

Grace kink Any Knot - SPN (Megstiel) Protective - SPN (Castiel x Reader) Yes Ma’am - SPN (Gabriel x Reader)

Marking Meeting Mary - SPN (Destiel)

Somnophilia It’s Always Yes - SPN (Wincest)

Cock Cages Locktober - SPN (Dean x Gabriel)

Aphrodisiacs

Sex Pollen Sam Was Right - SPN (Dean x Donna)

Gender Swap Stiff - SPN (Donna x Jody)

Prostate Milking

Size Difference

Lactation Kink

Intercrural Sex Nighttime Runs and Warm Beds - Teen Wolf (Sterek)

[spnimpalaimagines]

Would you like a Richard x Reader story? Anon asked :- Hi, knowing your love of Gabriel....Would you consider writing a RSJ x Reader? I'd love you to write one, kinda like The Power Of Love. See I've been thinking about writing one for a while but was never asked as 99% of my requests are Dean/Sam/Jensen/Jared related. So my question is would you guys my lovely followers would you enjoy a Richard story? :) xx

[blushingjared]

Pure Snow (Richard x Reader)

A/N: Hi! Another story in the same day?? Woah!! Much shock, very wow.

Title: Pure Snow Pairing: Richard Speight Jr. x reader Word count: 834 Warnings: Implied smut, with some PG-13 themes, (I love Richard and would never want to say he is a cheater) Cheating, angst? But I have no idea if its written well, it probably sucks. Also this is my first RPF, and so I could suck at writing RSJ, but oh well.

Prompt: Driving in a snowstorm for @webcricket ‘s Day two challenge

 Italics are Flashbacks

It was by pure chance that this was happening.

A freak snow storm the same time of the convention?

God had a really weird way of showing himself.

You and Richard were driving along the road, down the Historic part of the city the two of you were in. He was singing softly along to the music playing. Lights and decorations where hanging up outside of the stores.

“(Y/N)? Earth to (Y/n).” Richard laughing softly as he nudged your arm. Apparently you were so lost in thought, you hadn’t realized that it had started to snow. “Snow.” He pointed at the windshield to show it to you.

“Yeah, I see it Rich.” You mumble, there weren’t any other cars on the road because of it. The isolation made you feel closer to the man beside you. Richard watched you, and really you could feel it the entire time.

“Rich, C’mon pay attention.” You mumbled and leaned against the window, pulling the blanket around your arms tighter. Feeling the cold bite on your skin when you leaned on it. Then silence fell between you again.

Which isn’t something Richard really liked. He constantly worried that you were overthinking something, or attempting to criticize yourself.

“Baby…Is something wrong?” He asked and turned onto the highway, so by now, you really had no idea where you were headed. It seemed like Richard was “following the wind”.

Tomorrow when you leave, will I see you again?

Was what you wanted to say to him, but instead you shut down.

Richards’s lips pressed against your own as the two of you moved down the Hotel hallways. Both of you had been the last two actors in the hotel. Everyone had left, the con was cancelled due to the storm and now it was just you and Richard. Locked alone in hotel rooms.

“Wanna drive around tomorrow?” He asked, breath fanning over your cheek as his hands fumbled for the motel key to your room. Hand slipping into the back pocket of your jeans. Your breathing is all he can hear, as his fingers grip onto the tiny piece of plastic.

“It’s snowing tomorrow Richie…Wont it be a little dangerous?” You asked, but he was pushing you into the room and back towards your bed.

“I’d never put you in harm’s way baby.” He promised as you fell back onto the bed, and enjoyed the sight of Rich crawling up your body.

The car made its way down the highway, and down an exit a few miles later. Side road after side road was taken, and when you saw the lights in the distance, tears sprung to your eyes.

“Richie. How did you know?” Soon your face is pressed against the glass like a small child would.

“Give me some credit (y/n). I pay attention to you a lot more than you think.” Richards’s eyes were glowing from how much light was streaming into the car. His whiskey colored eyes were drawing you into him.

I love you. The words were on the tip of your tongue but they stayed in.

Waiting wasn’t too bad for the both of you, because now you had livened up and the both of you moved slowly. The lights were obscured only a bit by the snowfall. Their brilliant shine was still clear. The radio was background noise to the film your mind was making.

Richard took your hand as an attempt to grab your attention. “I know you’ll feel like this is goodbye, but it’s not…It’s why I took you here (y/n). I wanted you to know it’s not a one-time thing.”

The words sound like poetry but all they end up feeling like, is tiny stab wounds.

You try your hardest to enjoy the rest of the lights but suddenly their shine is weakened, much like your energy. Richard realizes that you’re upset, he clearly wants to fix this, but maybe he knows that he can’t.

The car travels slowly as the snow becomes harsher and harsher, Richards even white knuckling the wheel. It’s matching the way you’re feeling in the most cliché ways possible. 

He turns the radio off and you wonder if he’ll have to pull over and wait for the snow to pass. But you hit something and Richard decides that now, it’s best to stop. Not wanting to drain the cars battery, you turn the car off and wait. Huddled together under some of the blankets in the backseat. His arms are wrapped around you tightly, and sleep comes quickly to you.

Morning rolls around and you drive back instead, he’s watching you with glassy eyes. You wonder what you look like yourself, if he’s letting himself go.

You pull up to the hotel and you ride the elevator together. The bittersweet goodbyes you exchange make you cry. He has people to go back to, a home to be in.

The few moments under the lights and the snowfall are all you want to remember of this Christmas.

[wanna-see-my-lease]

Weekly Read List (pt3)

A/N: Hey loves, so here is the third installment. I just wanted to point out that I know I haven’t been posting all that much. I blame @the-valley-of-lost-souls for this xD as she came over Friday and showed me this amazing game, and well I fell down that hole. As I am not a gamer, I still highly recommend this game, Stark Trek Online. If you want to give it a shot, message me ♥

Medical Override. by @hesgunnalovethis

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader – Alternate Timeline – The reader goes on a mission which Bones doesn’t want her on at all. She gets hurt on said mission and well there is angst like no tomorrow. Love how the writer portrays Bones in this as it is very on point for both Alternate Timeline and TOS. Very well written!!

Glowing by @not-moose-one-shots

Richard Speight Jr x Reader – NSFW – Basically adorable fluff! Reader feels that while she is pregnant that she isn’t beautiful, and Rich is dead set on proving her wrong. Love the portrayal of RSJ here, as it shows his much softer side. Bravo!

When In Rome by @not-moose-one-shots

Rob Benedict x Reader – Another shout out to this amazing author. She wrote this one about the reader and Rob in Rome during a con, and well Rob purposes to the reader. I love how she built the repour between the two over something adorable. Thank-you!

Overworked by @not-moose-one-shots

Mark Sheppard x Reader – Apparently, I cannot get enough of her work lol. This one is fluffy, as the reader and Mark are already in a relationship. The reader overworks herself and over extended herself, thus leading to a scary situation. Love it!

Cardio Workout by @sammyxorae

Mark Sheppard x Reader – NSFW – Woohee! This one is steamy! The reader has negative body images of herself, and works hard at getting where she wants. However, when her body weight wont budge, she gets rather frustrated, and then who comes along but this cinnamon roll. Brilliant!

Pregnant Reader by @mission-enterprise

Spock x Reader – Alternate Timeline – Okay not gonna lie, loved it! The reader has a little secrete to tell Spock, how does he take it? Shout out to the author as it was dead on!

Ghost Town by @mybullshitsensesaretingling

Spock x Reader – Alternate Timeline – xD okay the prompts in this one were very well used. The reader was sassy, and funny as hell. Bravo work!

Impassive by @blueoftheenterprise

Spock x Reader – Alternate Timeline – Oh my God! This was full of amazing action and just wow! I loved it, and I hope that you write more Spock ones! This was spot on and absolute brilliant! Keep up the good work.

Bonus!

Shout out to any amazing author that has a great masterlist!

Masterlist by @youre-on-a-starship

[hornsbeforehalos]

You Like That?

Pairing: RSJ x @aquivercactus Warnings: SMUT, Language, RPF

A/N: For my 200 contest winner, SANJAAAA<3 I LOVE YOUUUU. Don’t post my shit anywhere.

TAGS: @make-things-beautiful2 @reigningqueenofwords @srj1990 @jesbakescookies@aquivercactus@daddy-kink-confirmed @kellyn1604  @dragongirl420 @through-thesilver-lining @redm81 @srj1990 @natasha-cole @bloodstained-porcelain-doll

“Fuuuuuuuuhhhk San-yaaah!” Rich cried out as she continued to abuse her own throat with his cock, “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” 

“Mmmm, you like that?” She cooed after she’d pulled him from her mouth, a string of saliva still connecting her lips with his leaking tip.

“Fuck, yes, you know I do,” He panted as she crawled up his body, her thighs spreading across his abdomen as she straddled him.

“You ready for me, daddy?” She purred as her sopping slit teased against his thickness as she bucked her hips back and forth over the smooth skin. 

“You know I am, princess,” He confirmed with a smirk, this hands running themselves absently up and down her toned thighs, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

She let out a breathy moan as she lowered herself down onto his cock, his width stretching and filling her completely, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She let herself adjust to him for a moment before lifting her hips away from his, sucking in a breath of pleasure as he groaned when she lowered herself back down. 

“Shit, that’s it, girl.” He growled, his fingers digging into their place on her hips as he guided her up and down. 

“Yeah?” She keened as she continued to move while rotating her hips slightly, “You like watching me ride your cock?”

“Fuck yes,” He hissed as he felt her tighten her muscles around his throbbing dick, gripping him with her insides as he dragged himself across her fluttering walls, “God damn, girl.”

“Mmmm, you feel so good, baby,” She moaned as her hands found her own breasts and tweaked the hardening buds as she bounced on top of him, her pace quickening at the sensations pooling in her gut. He let a growl out at the sight of her beauty and leaned up to wrap an arm around her waist, throwing himself on top of her and pulling her leg up over his shoulder, earning him a deep and primal moan from her throat at the movement and new position.

“You like that, baby girl?” He grunted into her hear, tongue teasing the her lobe as his face buried deeper into the thick curls of her hair, “You like when I get deep?”

“Holy fuck, yes, please, deeper,” She whined, him obliging generously as he impailed her, the sound of his hips smacking against hers echoing through the room at the same time the headboard connected with the wall behidn it.

“Yeah? That deep, huh? Look at you taking me.” He breathed as he pulled himself up to grab her ankles, eyes focusing on where their bodies were meeting. 

The keening wail that errupted from her chest almost instantly set him over the edge, his dick thrusting harder into her as he threw himself back down to nip at her neck and jaw, “Fuck yeah, give it to me, girl.”

“Jebi me jače!” She screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head again as she lost all function to provide English words. 

“Ooooh, yeah, I love it when you do that. Keep going,” He insisted as he continued to pummel into her.

“Obožavam tvoj kurac!” she cried as her orgasm pushed the static between them though her body, suddenly taking over her ability to control herself an she shook and vibrated below him. 

“Yeah you do girl, I feel that,” He grunted, feeling her quivering walls flutter around as her juices flowed down this thighs. 

“Come for me, Rich,” She whimpered as tears clouded her eyes, the pure ecstasy coursing through her making her an overstimulated mess. 

“Yeah, you want me to come? Where?”

“Anywhere!”

He instantly smirked at her, cocking an eyebrow as he pulled himself out of her gushing wetness to jerk himself until he spilled all over her pretty chest, a feral groan coming from him at the sight of her nipples all slick and sparkling in the low light. 

“You like that?” He panted, catching his breath as he collapsed next to her on moistened sheets.

“Did you like that?” she giggled next to him, kissing his sweaty lips as he curled his arms around her and mumbled something about Serbian vampires and the need to drain him for all he’s worth.