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Under Your Spell (Part 10) - Ashes On My Shoes

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing. 

Chapter WC: 2,458

The night of the Texas show was here. Stef was always nervous for every gig, why wouldn’t she be? There were a hundred and one ways that things could go sideways. Most of them had already happened during her career. But Jared would be at this show. He had text her to say he was incoming, ’With the boys.’ She assumed Jensen would be joining him. 

The bus was parked up next to the venue, the first of bands that were playing with them had started their set. Stef was already dressed for the stage, usually she kept it simple enough but tonight she made a special effort to be a little more flamboyant. Claire had helped her put together this flowing ensemble. A dress with a plunging neckline that just about reached to her navel, long sleeves and a train of black and silver material that followed her around as she walked. It was a flirty, Morticia Addams inspired dress with a slit up the front that came up to her knees. When she moved it dragged behind her, showing off her long legs. 

The legs that Jared had kissed and ran his fingers up and down teasingly the last time they were together. He said he loved her legs. She loved them when they were wrapped around his waist.

‘Focus, Stef.’ she scolded herself in the hand held mirror she used to put on her make up. 

Just then her tour manager pulled open the door, shouting ‘you decent?’

‘Yeah, come on in,’ Stef had one more coat of mascara to do and she was done.

‘Wow, you look great. You going on a date afterwards?’ Jeff was cool, he was a friend from years back, from the beginning. Always a good guy to have with you on tour. You needed a snack at 3am, he got it. You needed a replacement guitar string before you ran on stage, he had it ready. 

‘Maybe.’

Jeff carried on with his checklist, talking to himself more than to her.

‘Your stuff is on stage, the band are hanging in the waiting room. You staying on the bus?’ 

‘Nah, I’m going to go in now.’

‘Just so you know there are some fans at the gate, waiting for you.’

There were always a few people hanging around the venue before her shows. The first time she got off a bus with people shouting her name was definitely one of the highlights of the business for her. They were the reason why she still did shows. Her fans were always hungry for more music.

Recognising a few of the faces in the crowd, Stef hung with them for a few minutes.

They were complimentary about her ‘new style,’ asking if it was for the new album.

She agreed, butterflies nesting in her stomach again at the thought that she had made this effort just for Jared. What had become of her?

Smiling and doing her best poses with the fans, she waved them goodbye. Promising to give them a shoutout from the stage.

The venue was packed. Though she put that down to the most excellent support acts that were with her. Slipping into the backstage area through the rear entrance, she noticed her band mates were rowdy. 

‘What is it about the Texas crowds that get you guys so wound up?’ She laughed, watching the empty mini bottles of Jager tumble down from their ludicrous game of dominoes. 

‘What is it about Texas that’s got you looking like that?’ Evan queried, the boys wolf whistled. 

‘Settle down.’ She scolded. Forever the mother. These guys had been around nearly as long as Jeff. She found them all adorable and annoying, referring to them as her ‘hairy ass babies.’

Curing her nerves with two glasses of whiskey, she saw the second support act coming backstage, sweaty and loud. 

They’d be up next. 

Jeff appeared again, ‘Hey Stef, c’mere.’ 

‘Your friends just arrived,’ he said in a hushed tone, nodding his head towards Jared and Jensen. Misha stepped out from behind the two taller men and waved energetically. ‘Hey!’ he called across the corridor at her.

Stef ushered them into the room. Giving Jensen and Jared a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Jared was smiling from ear to ear, but said nothing.

‘Hey hot momma,’ Jensen tried to keep a straight face, glancing at Jared. ‘Can’t wait for the show. We brought this idiot, he loves your music too.’

‘I’m a new fan.’ Misha pulled her into a tight hug. ‘Not as big a fan as Jared, but I still love your stuff.’ 

Misha seemed to be a guy you could instantly like. Stef patted him on the back, letting him know that the hug was done. 

’Sorry, I’m excited to meet you. Jared talks about you non stop.’

‘Do I?’ Jared was looking at Stef, taking her in, his eyes pausing on all the right places of the dress. 

‘You do, actually.’ Jensen clapped his friend on the back. ‘Come on, let’s get ready for this show then.’ He gave Misha a playful push out the door and threw Jared a look that said ‘hurry up.’

When they had disappeared, Jeff pointing the way up to the box Stef had booked for them, Jared was still standing over her. ‘You look beautiful.’

She could feel herself getting a little bashful. ‘Thank you,’ she replied, deciding it was best to just say it rather than pass it off as ‘this old thing?’

‘Good luck, I can’t wait to see you play.’ He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. That surprised her, she didn’t think he wanted to advertise that they were somewhat ‘together.’ 

‘I can’t wait to play for you.’ Stef smiled, giving his chin a little tug. 

‘You got about five minutes,’ Jeff came back and took Jared by the arm, leading him out of the door. 

With the lights glaring into her face, she could never see the crowd. That often helped with her nerves. Being up there made her feel so vulnerable, that was why she loved doing it so much. It was like therapy, pouring her heart out into the songs and letting them take over. The crowd were waiting impatiently when the lights went down. It was her cue to walk on stage. The guys were at their instruments, playing the intro to the new single. Stef reached the mic as the beat kicked in, her words flowing easily. Everything sounded right. In the moment, she forgot everyone around her. Forgot about Jared sitting forward in his seat taking in the show, watching her move with the music, doubled over when the high notes required it. 

There was little time to chat between songs, Stef preferred it that way. It was easier to just get on with it. 

She hated the ‘hey there..*insert city* you’re the best.’

Halfway through the set, she thanked the crowd for coming out, introduced the band and pulled out her acoustic guitar. 

‘This isn’t usual for me, I like to kick it full steam ahead for you guys. But, someone recently sang this song to me and it revived some old feelings. Despair and lost love. Sounds good, right?’ The crowd whooped and cheered.

‘Ok, cool.’ Stef started right into the song, keeping the pace that Jared had set when he sang it to her on the floor of Jensen’s cabin the night they first made love. 

Burning soft skin of two

Trying hard to let go of you

Hoping it will do

Pulled right out from underneath you

She heard the crowd singing it along with her, her breath caught in her throat when she finished the song, pushing her guitar aside and holding up her hands in thanks to the fans. 

‘You know what, I don’t usually say this, but y’all ARE the fuckin’ best.’ 

Backstage, everyone was in high spirits. The whiskey was flowing and Stef was so buzzed. Misha was taking pictures of the band, wanting her to strike some ridiculous poses with Jensen and Jared.

Several of the shots made it on to instagram. Jared and ‘the boys,’ each posted a picture with Stef, exclaiming about how great the show had been and how excited they were to be invited backstage.

Stef even posted one with Misha, Jensen and Jared holding her up as she lay across them. There were so many comments on it, she just didn’t have the energy to read them.

Back on the bus, the guys were continuing their little party in the ‘living area’ behind the driver. Jared had come back with Stef to have a chat before they had to go.

Checking that no one was watching, Stef pulled him halfway into her tiny bunk, there was no way the both of them would fit in there but they managed to squeeze in, legs dangling out from behind the curtain. Giggling like teenagers, they made out for a while. Jared punctuating each kiss with how much he enjoyed the show. Eventually, after several phone calls from an increasingly pissed Jensen, Jared took his leave. Kissing her wrist to her shoulder and then giving her several kisses that made her head spin, he left. 

‘Stefanie’s got a boyfriend!’ One of the guys stuck his head out through the sliding door of the living area, he was so drunk he could barely stand. 

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Stef threw a pair of his balled up socks at him. ‘And clean up after your-damn-selves.’ 

The next day they were playing a much smaller venue, but the crowds were still coming out, thankfully.

Stef had taken a moment to look at her tagged posts on social media. There were a few great shots taken the night before, she was incredibly grateful her tits didn’t pop out of her dress. 

‘Wow, you know J2?’ ‘OMG Jensen’ ‘OMG Jared’. Was how most of the comments were going. Several were suggesting she was fucking one of them, or all three.

‘She sucks, her music sucks and she’s ugly.’ Charming. Stef often deleted the nasty ones, coz who wants to see them, right? 

There were more followers on all platforms, that was nice. More people to hear the music, she supposed.

Her heart skipped a beat on seeing a post on insta from Jared. It was a picture of them striking a ridiculous pose, his arm around her waist. They were doing their best blue steel. The second was a shot of him, Jensen and Misha heads together at the show and the third was Stef on stage, she couldn’t recall what part of the night it was. 

‘If anyone gets a chance to see this girl live, go see her. You rocked us last night, Stef. So proud of you.’ Several love hearts.

Misha commented, ‘get your hands off my girl, Jared.’

Jared: ‘And how long do you know her that you think you can lay claim?’

Jensen posted several laughing emojis, ‘as MJ said boys, ‘the girl is mine.’

Stef liked each of the comments. Adding her own ‘I’d take all three of you, no problem.’ To which Jared added a sad face and a broken heart. 

Her phone began vibrating, the long stream of comments disappearing. Oscar’s name was flashing on screen.

‘Hello, Oscar.’ Her voice was a little husky from the night before.

‘There she is. I see your show was well received last night.’

‘Oh?’ She feigned ignorance. 

‘There is a write up about it already, some fans of Supernatural are getting quite excited about it. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone from the show would you?’

‘Maybe.’

She heard Oscar sighing down the phone where there would usually be laughter.

‘You better not be messing around with a married man, Effie.’

‘Why would that be any of your fucking business, Oscar?’

‘I thought as much, you won’t deny it either. I noticed something about you when you came down for Dar’s party.’

‘You noticed what?’

‘Well, don’t get me wrong you are always lovely but you were simply glowing when you arrived at the airport.’

‘Oh shut up, you’re so full of crap.’

‘Am I?’

She supposed he wasn’t. But again, she didn’t want to tell him he was right. 

‘Yeah, your silence speaks volumes.’

‘I’m a big girl, Oscar. I look out for myself. Always have.’

The last two words stung him and she knew it. He shifted in his chair, she heard him clear his throat the way he always did, before he wanted to launch into a speech about how she was getting herself into trouble.

’Before you start, because I know what you’re going to say!’ She warned, hearing him start to tell her to watch herself.

‘I appreciate your concern, but I’m not getting myself into anything I haven’t thought about for many sleepless nights. We have...an agreement.’

Oscar scoffed, ‘so you’re fucking a married man. That’s fine is it?’

‘It is for us, Oscar. Please don’t judge me.’

‘I can’t not judge you. What’s with you lately? You’re not really acting like yourself.’

‘Hey, you told me I needed to loosen up a bit.’

‘Loosening up a little means go out with your friends more and have some fun. Not start a relationship with a married guy. A famous married one at that. Jesus, Stef, you have to be more careful.’

‘Oscar, I appreciate the concern.’

‘That’s it? No fighting back?’

‘I don’t want to fight, not with you. I can’t fight with you anymore.’

Oscar was sighing again. ‘Promise me, you’ll be sensible. I can’t stand seeing you broken hearted.’

‘Oh don’t start that shit again, please.’ Stef buried her face in the crook of her arm, laying across her bunk. 

‘I mean it, Stefanie. Don’t do that to yourself, you’re worth more than that. You’re more than a mistress.’

‘I know that. And as I said, it works for both of us right now.’

‘Yeah, yeah sure. You frustrate me so much, you know that?’

‘I do. It’s why you love me though.’ 

Perhaps she had chosen the wrong words, his voice which had been pleading was now just sad.

‘Fuck sakes. I’m shaking my head right now, but you can’t see me.’

Stef bit her nails, ‘yeah but I can imagine it, vividly. You still got that nice head of hair?’

‘Yep, I’m shaving it off as soon as this movie is done.’

‘I hate your bald head.’ Stef complained.

‘I am doing it just to annoy you, and I will be sending pictures.’

‘Ugh, delete me from your life please.’

‘Never,’ he smiled a little, ‘I gotta go.’

‘Later Oscar.’

‘Goodbye, love.’

CHAPTER 11

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

“Happy Birthday, Mish.”

His phone has been ringing all morning, or blowing up with texts, or pinging with Twitter notifications; and he ignores them all, because every time his birthday rolls around—what he really likes to do is wake up slowly and spend the coming hours just talking with his children.

West’s imagination is unparalleled, and the things Maison will say can make him laugh—or make him cry in a matter of moments. It’s his favorite thing in the world, so even though he appreciates all the well wishes, he’ll ignore them for now, because his family is waiting for him, and he already makes them wait enough throughout the year.

But then his phone vibrates.

 He couldn’t decide on which ringtone to use, and no song seemed to be good enough, and eventually—Misha felt silly trying so hard to pick just the right tune for every time Jensen called, so he finally settled on setting everything to “vibrate” which in the end, seemed the most fitting of all.

When he and Jensen talk, it tends to be quiet, hushed, tamed in comparison to the world around them. It’s always more feeling than sound—so now, whenever Misha sees is phone buzzing over and over, he knows it can only be one person, and that person always warrants an answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey! There he is! Happy birthday, man!”

Misha smiles deeply before settling down on the couch. “Thank you, Jensen.”

“What ya up to? Any big plans?”

Misha is shaking his head while looking down at his knee—absent mindedly rubbing his hand over it. “Nah—just having dinner with the family, and then maybe play some board games or something.”

“That sounds nice” Jensen says sincerely, and—with a little envy too.

They have often talked about how those calm family moments are their favorites, where everything can just be simple and normal without the hustle and bustle of cameras and fans. Jensen doesn’t get as many of those times as Misha does, and he knows it breaks the man’s heart.

“How’s work?” Misha asks, changing the subject so Jensen doesn’t start to get sad.

“Oh—same ol’, same ol’. Bob’s got a bug up his ass because it’s supposed to rain soon, so they’re switching around the schedule to try and accommodate.”

Misha groans with empathy before shutting his eyes, feeling really sorry for Jensen. Nothing makes Bob angrier than changing the days for shooting; and he’ll be an absolute chore to deal with now, so Jensen and Jared will have to try and behave themselves … which is a feat in and of itself. “Good luck with that one.”

Jensen snorts but doesn’t say anything in response.

“So …” Misha begins after another beat, really wishing he could read Jensen’s face. Silence is much easier on him when those green eyes are visible. “What are you doing now?”

Jensen inhales deeply, grumbling a little at the end, and Misha can already tell that he’s lying down—just by the sound. “I’m in my trailer, waiting for them to call me to set. It should be any minute now.”

“Aw, and you decided to call me while you waited? How sweet” Misha teases.

“I always call you on your birthday. You know that” and the man is so serious, it makes Misha warm up inside. He’s always caught off guard when Jensen is genuinely affectionate towards him … even after all these years.

“Yeah—I know. I was just messing around.”

“Oh—hold on” Jensen mumbles, and then he hears his friend calling out to the distance, saying something like “I’ll be right out” but Misha can’t tell for certain. “That’s my cue” his friend starts back, directly into the receiver. “Okay, well—thank you again for the call. I really appreciate it.”

Jensen smiles—Misha can feel it against his ear. “Of course, man.”

After that, Misha is opening his mouth to say “goodbye” and to tell Jensen that he’ll talk to him when he gets to Vancouver in a couple of days, but the other man is cutting in before he gets the chance.

“So, I’ll call you again tonight … like, before you go to bed?”

Misha chuckles awkwardly to himself, blushing and unsure of what to say—and also, unsure why this call has been getting him so flustered in the first place. “Yeah, sure, that’s fine with me – but, won’t you be tired from filming?”

A long pause makes his cheeks burn even brighter. “Yeah, but—that’s not the point…” Jensen whispers, as if he’s blushing now too, “we always talk on the night of your birthday.”

His mouth opens slightly, and then closes again, because he’s suddenly trying to remember if that’s true or not. “We do?” he finally asks.

And Jensen’s voice sounds more strained than ever when it tumbles back across the line. “Well … yeah. I always call you … and … then, ya know. We talk … until one of us falls asleep.” His words taper at the end until they’re almost silent.

It makes Misha grin ear to ear. “Oh” he mutters happily, having it all rush back to him now. They have done that, quite a few times actually—and not just on his birthday; but he does recall that his birthday has brought it about more consistently than any other day in recent memory.

“I …” and now Jensen sounds really embarrassed, “I sorta thought it was our thing … like, a tradition.”

“Oh … well, I …”

“But if you can’t, or just want to sleep or whatever, that’s cool. I’m not gonna keep you up if you don’t wanna talk—it’s fine. I just—.”

“Jensen” Misha blurts, rolling his eyes up to stare at the ceiling. “I would love to talk to you tonight—until I fall asleep. That sounds … well, it sounds like the perfect way to end my birthday.”

A light chuckle is followed by a sigh of relief, and once again, Misha really wishes he could see the man’s face. “Okay—cool. Well, I need to get to set, but … I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

Misha grins, already eager for when he gets to listen to that deep, rugged voice again. “Okay.”

“Happy birthday, Mish” Jensen says one last time.

“Thank you, Jensen … I miss you.”

A quiet second passes before that obvious smile seeps back through the phone. “Not as much as I miss you … old man.”

Jensen’s following laugh is booming, and the intoxicating joy vibrates throughout Misha’s whole body—all the way around until it leaves his heart buzzing, electrified, beating double time and brilliant. “Not too old for you, I hope” he finally says, just before Jensen gears up to say goodbye.

The other man quiets, and Misha can all but see him shaking his head. “Never too old for me, Mish. Not in a million years.”

[PART TWO]

[larriestyless]

Him Her and Him and I (Part 2)

Things get spicy in the Padalecki household. 

-Richard-

It's been over a week since I've signed the paper. A week. Jared and I haven't even touched each other. Maybe because I'm scared? I don't know. I want him. I truly do. I'm watching him while where in the living room. I lick my lips and looked over to Gen who was reading a book and Katherine who was drawing. Jared was doing push ups out of all the random things you could be doing in a living room. Did I mention the tank-top he was sporting in? His muscles tight and the shoulder blades I've felt when I was underneath him.

"Fuck me." I said out loud. Gen looked at me and Katherine's pencil snapped.

"What?" Katherine asked her british was coming out, what an actress! I bit into my lip. Jared was looking at me.

"I want you to fuck me. We're all present in the room together and I want--you to--fuck me." I said looking at him.

Jared glanced to Gen then to Katherine. Then his eyes landed on me. "Get off the couch, boy." He said. He was on his knees now.

"What?" I asked softly. Jared slapped the carpet hard causing me to flinch.

"You heard me. Get off the couch and come here. Now." He said pointing to the carpet. I got off the couch and began to crawl to him timidly but once I reached him. He shoved me down on the carpet.

"Has he been good?" Jared asked. I looked over to Katherine. I gulped.

"He's been good." Katherine said. Thats all he needed to know. I felt him taking off my pants and then I felt him pat my ass.

"Gen, come here darling, you too Katherine. One of you hold his head. Ah..Keep it still I don't want to hurt him. Katherine will you take your shirt off? Aye, good girl. Gen get behind her love...yes...place your hands right there now squeeze baby..." Jared said. My head was in my wife's thighs. She was being touched by Gen. I could hear her moans. I was starting to moan. Jared then smacked my ass hard. I let out a yelp of pain.

"Not yet...I'm just getting started." He said and kissed the back of my neck and bit down hard on my neck. I let out a whine and he kissed the spot he bit.

"Now comes the fun part." Jared said and started to spread my legs.

-Jared-

I watched as Gen goped Katherine. It was hot. I liked it. My girl, was so good at her job. She was kissing Katherine's neck and being just so amazing. But I look down at my friend. Mine. He's all mine. Fuck it DiCaprio...You had your chance. I pulled out my eight inched member. I rubbed it for a moment and looked at the little hole that was a fleshy pink color and pulsing in fear of being tore open by my cock.

I bring my hand to his hole and stick my finger in his little asshole. Hell. I could fuck him just with my finger...I play around in there, dragging my nail across the rectum as I start to plesure him. I pull my finger out and lube up my cock. Richard is panting already. I stick myself in there. Inch by inch. He's gasping. I make him get on his knees with his ass in the air. Then I fuck him. I fuck hard. (That's what Gen tells me) I am gripping his meaty thighs and I felt balls touch balls and my pelvis slamming into his ass. I'm groaning. Richard's making some sort of sound you hear from a teenage blondie being fucked for the first time. I can feel the sweat dripping from my face. Gen and Katherine are now fucking with their hands. I'm getting harder. I grit my teeth as I make sure to leave my jizz in him. Richard's leaking. From both ends. He's crying. Is it plesure? Is it pain? I smack his ass a few times.

"Stop crying you little bitch." I said angrily. Gen looked at me for a second. Her face turned cold. Was she scared? Of me? Richard's begging me to stop. I am feeling so on a high bent that I barely hear Katherine screaming at me to stop. I look down and I see blood. I've dug my nails so tight into his thighs that I caused him to bleed. I slow down and finally come to a slower pace where I can pull out without hurting him. Richard's full on sobbing. I felt horrible. I bite into my lip. Before he can protest. I scoop him up. I am a thirty plus man and he's only in his early twenties. I caddle him like a baby. I held him in my arms until his breathing got lower. Finally when I looked at him he was looking at me with pleasure.

"Daddy loves his baby." I said stroking his cheek. He looked at me and laughed. I smiled at him. I look at Gen and Katherine. "Daddy loves his girls too." I see the submissive in my wifes eyes. I look down at Richard who is looking at me with a confused look on his face.

"What-" He began. I hushed him.

"Daddy is talking. You don't talk when daddy's talking!" I said sternly. I looked to my wife, then Katherine. "I have an Idea."

-Katherine-

"Jared...what the fuck?" I asked angrily. He looked at me puzzled.

"You heard me. Richard will be the baby--I'll be the daddy and you and Gen will be mommies." He said.

"He's twenty-five." I said standing up. "And you said the sexual favors could last-"

"As long as the person wants." Jared said looking at Richard.

"I don't want the age-play. But I will call you daddy if you call me baby boy.." Richard said firmly. "Please,"

Jared shut his eyes and nodded. "Alright. We can do that if you want baby boy.." He said looking at Richard and kissed him.

-*-

I laid in bed that night next to Richard. I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked over to me.

"Are we doing the right thing? You want this right?" I asked him. He looked at me and nodded.

"I want it. Now do you want it?" He asked. I did like Gen touching me. I liked it. I looked at him.

"Yes. But do you have to do the whole daddy thing? What if Jensen or Misha or someone else comes to the house?" I asked. Richard kissed the top of my head.

"Only if we're alone. I can call him daddy. Not in public, that's our rule." Richard said. I smirked.

"Oh you and daddy have rules?" I asked playfully getting on top of him. Richard was giggling.

"Yes." He said. I kissed him. He placed his cold hand on my sides. I let out a gasp.

"Oh I'm gonna tell Jared you're a naughty boy." I said evily. Richard squealed with a small laughter as he tickled me.

"You're gonna get spanked mister, and to be honest. I love it when I see you over another man's lap." I said darkly. Richard looked at me. The light from the moon came in. He smiled.

"What if I was over you're lap tonight? How about twenty? Ten each cheek?" He asked. I glared at him and smiled.

"After I get fucked. Then will see about that spanking kink." I said. We made love for the first time in months. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

-Gen-

"Jared?" I asked as he was laying in bed with me. Jared looks over to me.

"Yes love?" He asked. I looked at the fan spinning over us.

"Do you have to be so rough with him? Rough with Richie?" I asked. Jared looked at me.

"Do you think I am being to hard on him? Look you know I like being Dom-" I cut him off.

"Yes Jared. We know your a puppy dog to the fans and Christan Grey in bed." I said looking at him with a side glance only you would see when you're married.

He held my hand. He looked deeply into my eyes. "I'll ask him tomarrow with all of us all around. Okay?" I nodded and that's when I heard the faint sound of a smack. Coming from across the hall.

Jared grins. He looks at me. "Guess Richard is getting double the spankings." He said I smirked at my husband.

"How about you give me some of that Padacock yourself....big boy..." I said and spread my legs for Jared. He raised a brow.

"Oh, your in for it." He said and with that he jumps onto the bed and covers me with kisses.

[katymacsupernatural]

Love at First Video Part 38: Time Apart

Misha Collins x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You stared at your phone, Misha's name glowing like a big neon sign. You couldn't stop staring at the missed call notice, or the three text notifications. But no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't force yourself to answer his calls, or read his messages. His judgement had hurt you deeply. Especially when he wouldn't listen to you, or give you a chance to explain yourself. How could you start a marriage, or bring this wonderful gift into the world, when he wouldn't even give it a chance.

"You're sure you're okay?" Gen asked again as she made herself busy about the guest bedroom, fluffing pillows and closing curtains. "There's extra clothes in the dresser, and toiletries in the bathroom. And anything in the kitchen is yours, even my hidden stash of ice cream and cookies." She said, trying to gain a chuckle out of you.

All you could offer her was a weak smile. She plopped down on the bed next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "Don't worry, he'll wrap his mind around it, and be beyond excited at the news. He's a man, they think differently, and have weird ideas." She tried to reassure you.

"Hey, I heard that!" Jared yelled through the partly closed door, and you could see him swinging a kid on each arm as he took them to bed. But the sight made your heart ache, and you looked down to your lap, a stray tear landing on your hands.

"It's just, if he acted that way, over the fact that I hadn't told him yet, what's our marriage going to be like? Maybe we really our rushing into things, and we should step back. We could postpone the wedding, and I could..."

Gen shushed you. "Wait, don't make any plans tonight. You're still upset, and hurting. At least give it until tomorrow, or until you talk to him again."

You nodded, even though you weren't sure your mind would change tomorrow. But maybe Gen had a point, and you were still being run by emotions. She got up to leave, turning to face you once again, her hand on the door. "It's my belief that the two of you will work things out. I've watched you together, and you're too happy together, too good together, to let something like this ruin it."

After she was gone, you dropped your phone on the nightstand, before walking into the bathroom. Your entire body felt like it was weighed down, each step difficult and heavy. Shedding your clothes, you turned the bathtub on, before standing in front of the long mirror in only your panties and bra. Usually you were way too unconscious to do anything like this, but you were searching for a difference. Turning sideways, you placed a hand on your hardly swollen belly, amazed that their was life growing in there. Life created by you and Misha. It was something that should have brought you joy, brought you closer together. But instead, here you were, grief stricken. Sighing, you tossed your bra and panties to the side before climbing into the warm water, letting it sooth your aching soul.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but when you had finally opened your eyes again, you saw your hands were turning into prunes, and the water was starting to cool. Feeling a little more relaxed and better, you slipped out of the water, changing into the sleep shirt Gen had provided for you. Crawling under the covers, you shut the lights off, before reaching for your phone. Three missed calls, and four messages, all from Misha. You contemplated erasing them all without even reading them. You wanted to stay mad at him, to let him fume in his own guilt. But you need to know what he was saying, and if he felt sorry for how he acted, or if he was texting you to tell you your stuff was on the curb.

Clicking on the first text, you read the simple, "I'm sorry. Call me." It was short, and was sent only minutes after you had arrived at Gen and Jared's house. The second text was sent about half an hour later. "Please call me, we need to talk about this."

It still didn't let you know how he was feeling, and you clicked delete before moving on to the next one. "Please, let me know you're okay. I'm sorry I acted that way, and I really need to talk to you."

You scrolled to the fourth and final text. "I've just talked to Jared, and he let me know you're safe. I know I can't make up for how I acted, but I hope you will give me the chance to try. I love you."

You felt tears soaking your pillow, and you weren't sure if they were from exhaustion, your hormones, or the fact that Misha still loved you. You contemplated texting him back, seeing if he was ready for you to come home, but you weren't quite ready. You needed some more time to yourself, to make sure that you were making the right decision. Turning on your side, you brushed your tears away, before trying to sleep. It was a long process, and your pillow was soaked, but finally you fell into a fitful sleep.

You woke the next morning to the giggling of children outside your door, and Jared trying to hush them. Yawning, you gave up on more sleep, slipping out of the comfortable bed. Gen had put some jeans and a t-shirt on the dresser, and you slipped them on, before throwing your hair up into a fast bun. Your stomach queasy, you decided a piece of toast would help calm it, and you made your way into the kitchen, where Jared was serving up pancakes.

"Hey Y/N!" Shep and Tom both yelled, before stuffing their faces full of syrupy pancakes. Trying not to gag, you gave them a smile, before steering around them.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jared asked, before handing you a cup of tea, and a gently buttered piece of toast.

"How did you know?" You asked him, taking a sip of the tea.

"It was Gen's go to breakfast with both boys." He answered. You watched him closely, wondering what the huge grin on his face was all about.

"Y/N, did you see..." Tom started to say, but Jared quickly hushed him.

"Y/N, why don't you go enjoy your breakfast on the patio. It's lovely out there, and that's where Gen is."  Jared suggested, and you knew right then something was up.

Making your way to the sliding glass doors, you gasped at what you saw outside, almost dropping your tea in the process.

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