#sitting here dressed up makeup hair done feelin like SHIT

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really really super duper not happy rn but i know if she texts back im ready to go again. even tho she doesnt deserve it. bc i know myself well

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Liquid Courage

Rick Grimes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, language, choking, breathplay, unprotected sex, oral sex

Words: 4,843 (HOLY CRAP)

A/N: HAVE A FAN OR A BUCKET OF HOLY WATER HANDY CAUSE HOLY SHIT THIS IS GONNA GET HOT. 

“Come on, Maggie! Please don’t make me go!” You complain, sitting on the bed in your new room in Alexandria as she looked through some of the clothes that Olivia had given you when the group had arrived at the safe zone a few days prior.

“Why don’t you want to go? You deserve some fun for once in your life Y/N, you’re only young once!” She asked, standing in the doorway of your closet with her hands resting on her hips, head cocked to the side.

“We were literally starving a week ago, Maggie! How am I supposed to adjust to all of this, death and loss are all we’ve known for months! It just doesn’t seem right to go to this party and be having fun while she can’t…” Her eyes soften at your admission; the loss of Beth was still fresh for both you and Maggie. Beth had been your best friend, you had grown up living next door to the Greenes. You’d spent almost all of your time over at their farm since the moment you turned 10 and met Beth Greene on the first day of school after your family had moved to Georgia. She had walked up to you during recess and complimented your sparkly purple sneakers and you’d become best friends almost immediately.

“I know you miss her, Y/N. I do too, but she would want us to enjoy ourselves. She was always trying to find the bright things in life and she was always so full of hope. Can you just imagine how excited she would be to go to something like this? And you know that she would be draggin’ your butt along with her, so you know damn well I’m gonna do the same!” She exclaims and you can’t help but smile softly, knowing that Maggie was right.

“All right, you win. I’m goin’.” You concede, lifting your hands in surrender. She cheers, clapping her hands together excitedly.

“Besides, we can get you all dressed up. Maybe we’ll impress someone, hmmm I wonder who?” She teases, wagging her eyebrows at you. You can feel the heat in your cheeks as she alludes to your embarrassing, unrequited crush on Rick. You thought that you had done a good job of hiding your feelings, but obviously, you hadn’t. It seemed that every single time that the man talked to you, some group member had given you a look. Hell, even Daryl had picked up on it.

“Shut up, Maggie!” You cry, picking up one of the ridiculous throw pillows on your bed and chucking it over at her. She jumps to the side and the pillow pitifully hits the wall before hitting the ground. 

“So, let’s see if we can find something that shows a little skin.” Maggie replies and the mischievous tone of her voice made you more than a little nervous.

“Come on, Y/N, you look fine!” Maggie calls from ahead of you as you stopped, yet again, to pull the skirt Maggie had picked for you down. The hemline was much higher than anything you would have ever dared to wear. If only your mama could see you now, she would put a jacket on you and drag you back into the house.

“I look ridiculous!” You complain as you jog to catch up with her and Glenn. Seeing the two of them together never failed to make you jealous. Not that you wanted Glenn or anything, you just wanted what they had. You wanted someone to look at you the way Glenn looked at Maggie like she hung all the moon and stars in the sky.

“Will you stop fretting? We’re gonna be late!” Maggie scolds and Glenn chuckles next to her.

“Yeah come on, Y/N. I’m sure Rick will like your outfit!” Glenn teases from next to her. The death glare you send him in response only makes him chuckle and Maggie tries to stay neutral, but she can’t help but join him in laughter.

“Oh, I hate the both of you!” You huff as you cross your arms and storm off ahead of them. Their laughter at your antics echoed behind you the entire walk to Deanna’s house.  

“Hey, Y/N! Woah, you look different! Not like a bad different, like a good different. I mean you look really pretty…I mean really nice.” Spencer rambles as he opened the door.

“Hey, Spencer. You might want to pick your jaw up off the floor.” Glenn teases from behind you and you could hear the small exhale of breath that followed his statement which you could only assume was from Maggie elbowing him in the side. You give him a small smile as you slip by him into the house as he blushes at Glenn’s comment. 

Your eyes scan through the crowd looking for someone familiar, you hadn’t realized just how many people would be here. You spot Carl over in the corner talking to a few boys his age and you hesitate before walking over.

“Hey Carl,” You greet as you approach them.

“Y/N! Can you believe all this?” He asks, gesturing around the two of you.

“Yeah, I know. It’s crazy!” You reply.

“Woah Carl, you never mentioned you had a girlfriend!” The shorter of the two boys he was talking to exclaimed. 

“Oh no, she’s not my girlfriend! Dude, she’s like 7 years older than us!” He replies and you completely start to regret coming over here, to begin with.

“Oh, so she’s single?” He asks and you have to curb the bile rising in the back of your throat.

“Umm, I’m just gonna go get something to drink. Yeah, I have to…go.” You ramble awkwardly as you back away from them slowly, Carl gives you a sympathetic look as you retreat.

God, could this get any worse? Wait Y/N, don’t jinx yourself.

You pass by the table with all the food and drinks and can’t pass up the bottles of wine that were sitting there and pour yourself a glass.

Anything to make this more bearable. Honestly, what could go wrong? Famous last words.         

One glass turns into two which turns into three which turns into drunk. It’s not like you’d had many opportunities to drink so maybe you were a bit of a lightweight. Not to mention you hadn’t eaten much that day.

This party just got way better!

You can see Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, and Rick talking in one of the corners of the large room.

“Hey, Maggie! I’m so glad you made me come to this! I am having so much fun!” You giggle as walk over towards them. Her eyebrows shoot up in the air at your well-inebriated state and Glenn can’t help but shake with laughter next to her.

“I can see that, Y/N. You been drinking a little wine?” She asks, motioning to the full glass in your hand.

“Yeah! I had a couple glasses or maybe a little more than that.” You say motioning with your fingers.

“I think maybe you’ve had enough,” Rick says from next to you and he reaches over to take the glass from you.

“Oh, hi Rick!” You greet, way too loudly, moving your hand back so he can’t reach the glass as your roam your eyes over him.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“You clean up real good, I like this shirt on you.” You say as you hand your glass to Maggie before you run your hands up his chest and rest them over his biceps.

“It hugs everything just right, gives a girl thoughts, you know?” You ask and you can see Michonne slide her hand over her face, trying to hide her amusement at your comments. Rick looks over to anyone for help, but they are all far too amused to help him.

“Um, Y/N?” Rick asks concerned.

“You know like dirty thoughts, I mean like what is going on underneath there?” You ask, ignoring his shocked expression before toying with the top button of his white dress shirt.

“Y/N! I think maybe we should take you home.” Maggie interjects, pulling you away from Rick.  

“But, I don’t wanna go home! I’m in the middle of a conversation here, right Rick?” You ask, looking over at him.

“Why don’t I take Y/N home, Maggie? You stay here with Glenn.” You perk up at his suggestion.

“I think that’s an excellent suggestion, you can take me. Home, I mean.” You wink at Rick while biting your bottom lip between your teeth and she shakes her head at you before stepping back over to Glenn.

“You ready to go?” Rick asks, extending his arm to you. 

“Mmhmm, you lead the way handsome.”

“Night everyone,” He says.

“Night Maggie, Michonne! You were right, Glenn! The outfit totally worked!” You exclaimed flashing him a thumbs up.

“You are so wasted. If only I had a video camera right now.” He responds and you slip your arm through Rick’s, resting your hand back on his bicep.

“So strong.” You flirt and he chuckles softly at your blatant flirtation.

“You’re definitely gonna regret all this in the morning.”

You wake to a pounding headache and immediately flinch your eyes closed as soon as you open them. The sunlight coming through the window was so bright, it was like the sun was actually in the room with you. Not to mention your throat felt like you had swallowed a thousand cotton balls. You crack an eye open slowly, looking at your surroundings. You were back in your bedroom, but you had passed out on top of your covers in all of your clothes from last night, except for your shoes.

Hmm, what happened last night? Maggie must have brought me home. Note to self: NEVER DRINK AGAIN      

You sit up slowly, swinging your legs over the side of the bed onto the floor. You look at yourself in the mirror on your closet door and immediately cringe at the sight. Your clothes had become all rumpled from sleeping in them all night and what makeup Maggie had put on you was now all smeared. After cleaning your face and putting your hair up, you slip on a cropped t-shirt and some sweatpants before heading downstairs. Your stomach was already growling as you walked into the kitchen. 

“Good morning, Casanova!” Glenn greeted from the kitchen table. You send him a confused look before sitting down in the chair opposite him. You smile gratefully as Maggie walks over and hands you a plate of powdered eggs and some instant coffee. 

“How you feelin’, sweetie?” Maggie asks sympathetically as she takes a seat at the head of the table between you and Glenn.

“Like I have been run over by a truck, multiple times.” You groused as you dug into your eggs.

“Thank you for bringing me home and putting me to bed last night, Mags. You’re the best.” You say as you reach for your coffee and take a sip and sigh as the pure unadulterated caffeine that flows through you. Maggie and Glenn share a look before she turns to you.

“Um, Y/N? What do you remember from last night?” She asks.

Why are they acting so weird?

“I remember going to the party and talking to Carl, but his gross friends hit on me. And then I remember grabbing a glass of wine from the table, but it’s all a little fuzzy after that.” 

“Oh my god.” Glenn chuckles from across the table.

“Okay, what’s going on here? Why are you guys acting so weird?”

“Well we didn’t bring you home last night, Rick did.” She reveals and you quirk your brows, not fully understanding what they were trying to tell you.

“Ooookay? Well, that was nice of him.”

“Maggie, can I tell her? Please?” Glenn is practically vibrating with glee in his seat.

“Maggie?” You ask, starting to panic.

“It’s okay. Listen, last night you had a little too much to drink and you might have been a little friendly with Rick.”

“Friendly? Dude, you tried to take his shirt off!” Glenn laughs and you look over at Maggie with wide eyes.

“Damn it, Glenn!” She curses.

The events of last night start to come back to you: all the wine you drank, going over to Maggie and Glenn, talking to Rick, flirting with Rick, telling him you wanted to find out what he was hiding under that dress shirt, him taking you home, you telling him he could stay as he helped you into bed. 

The only sound that echoes through the room is the thud from you banging your forehead against the table.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You repeat, not believing your behavior from last night.

“Y/N! Hey, calm down! Everything is gonna be fine! You were drunk, it’s no big deal!” Maggie comforts, pulling your head up from the table. 

“I’m just gonna go up to my room and…never come out.” You say as you rise from the table and run upstairs, leaving your breakfast abandoned.

You shower to get the reek of alcohol off of you before spending the rest of the day sleeping off your hangover. When you wake, you can see the sun setting outside your window. The sky is splashed with purples, oranges, and pinks as the sun drifts below the horizon.

“Y/N!” You hear Maggie’s voice drift up the stairs. You walk over to the door and open it a crack before calling down to see what she wanted.

“Dinner is ready if you’re hungry.” Your stomach answers for you as it lets out a loud gurgle.

“Can you just bring me up some?” You call, hoping she will.

“What am I, your mother? Come down and get it yourself. Glenn and I already ate and we’re gonna go over to Carol’s.” She calls before you hear the front door close.  You open the door the rest of the way before walking downstairs and into the kitchen. You can see that she left some spaghetti sitting in a pot on the stove and you walk over towards the cupboard where you kept the plates.

As soon as you open the cupboard you hear a deep, familiar voice from behind you. 

“Y/N? I think maybe we should talk.” You freeze, completely forgetting what you were in the middle of and you turn slowly to see Rick standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Rick! What are you doing here?” You ask as you stand in the middle of the kitchen, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I asked Maggie if I could talk to you so she and Glenn volunteered to make themselves scarce.” You sigh at his words.

“Of course, they did. I’m going to kill them.” You huff, looking up the ceiling as if to ask God ‘Why? Why are you doing this to me?’.

“I can go if you want,” He volunteers, but you can’t help but hear the almost…disappointed tone in his voice.

“No, no! It’s fine, let’s talk.” You say as you walk past him into the living room and take a seat on the couch before motioning him over. He ignores all the other seats in the room and takes the one right next to you. 

“Listen, Rick, I am really sorry about last night. I was waaaayyyy out of line and I had too much to drink.” You ramble apologetically.

“I mean I figured as much,” He says.

What does that even mean?!

“What do you mean?” You question.

“Well, I knew that you would only be saying those kinds of things if you were drunk.” He sighs.

What the fuck is happening here? Did he like what I said to him?

“I’m confused. I mean my feelings should be fairly obvious after last night. I said those things because I have feelings for you, not just because I was drunk. I guess you could say I had a little liquid courage.” You say bravely, he looks shocked by your words, but also relieved.

“Can I tell you something?” He asks and you nod.

“You have no idea how hard it was to leave you here last night, especially with how you were dressed. I mean it gives a guy thoughts, you know? Like what is going on under here?” You laugh softly as he uses your words from last night against you.

Oh, I bet it was hard.

“I mean, I wouldn’t have minded if you had stayed.”

“You were drunk, that wouldn’t have been right.” He says and it feels like the temperature has shot up in the room about ten degrees, or maybe it was just you. You lean over and rest your hand on his knee.

“And what would you have done if I was sober?” You ask, your voice soft, almost a whisper. He leans in, his lips close to yours.

“I would have ripped that little skirt off of you and fucked you until you couldn’t take it anymore.” He husks and you can feel your panties begin to dampen from arousal.

Holy. Shit.

“Well, you know what?” You tease, cocking your head to the side, but not moving away from his lips.

“Hmm, what?” He asks, his voice low and you can’t help but melt a little at how prominent it makes his accent.

“I’m sober now.” He smiles softly before he moves forward and closes his mouth over yours. You practically whimper at the feeling before pulling him closer and crawling into his lap.

This man could kiss, goddamn. 

It was such a difference from all those fumbling boys back home, like the time when you let Bryan Doyle go to second base behind your daddy’s barn.

His hands slip into your hair, holding your mouth to his as his tongue reaches out and entwines with yours. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you grind down, rubbing your heated center on his lap and you could feel just how tight his jeans were stretched over his prominent erection. The slight relief you feel causes you to whine into his mouth, he pulls away from your now kiss-swollen lips to curse at the feeling of you grinding down on him. You almost cry at the loss. 

You continue to grind yourself over him, working your hips into a rhythm as his breath quickens. His hand wraps around your neck, pulling you close, but he doesn’t kiss you. Your lips are about an inch apart as your breaths intertwine as you both work your hips together. You cannot remember a time that you have been more turned on than you were right now practically dry humping Rick Grimes in your living room. 

“We should go upstairs.” His hand slides down your back and you gasp as his fingers meet skin where your t-shirt ends before traveling down further and resting on your ass before grasping firmly and grinding his cock against you, causing you to cry out sharply. The sound cuts through the quiet of the house and you were suddenly thankful that no one else was here because you didn’t think you could control yourself right now; It was like he knew all the things you liked without you saying anything. 

“Upstairs.” He agrees and you climb off of him before walking to the stairs and looking over your shoulder as he followed. You reached out your hand which he took with his as you led him upstairs to your bedroom. It was a struggle to contain yourself and not run upstairs and jump him.

You turn the doorknob and let the door open before leading him inside and shutting the door behind you. Rick is sitting on the bed when you turn back towards him, having divested himself of his gun belt, which you can see resting at the foot of your bed. You slowly walk towards him, coming to a stop between his open legs. The depth of his crystal blue eyes took your breath away as he looked up at you. You had never been looked at that way before like you were so completely wanted. You slide your fingers up underneath your t-shirt before pulling it over your head, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze before resting your knees on either side of his thighs, climbing into his lap.

His hands grasp your cheeks before he leans in and kisses you again. You take his hands with yours before moving them down to your breasts. He squeezes them softly, causing you to gasp into his mouth. His hands drift from your chest to wrap around your back before he flips you over so your back is resting against the soft mattress. His lips drift from your mouth, down your jaw to your neck where he bites softly. You moan, your back arching slightly. 

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” He whispers as he pulls away from your neck. 

“God, I just want to fucking ruin you.” He growls before taking a nipple into his mouth, laving it with attention before biting down on it softly. 

Jesus Christ.

“Fuck!” You cry, your hands run through his curls, pulling slightly which causes him to groan against your heated skin.

He pulls away only to continue his journey downward, kissing your ribs, down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your sweatpants. His breath tickles your lower abdomen and a shiver works its way through your body. His fingers slip under the sides of your pants and pull them down slowly, exposing your most intimate parts to his eyes.

“No panties?” He asks, his voice low and husky. You shake your head no.

“You naughty girl.” He teases as his hands move your knees apart. He leans forward, but you stop him with a with a foot against his shoulder.

“Now how come I’m completely naked and you’re fully clothed. That hardly seems fair.” You whine.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted me to take off my clothes. You just had to ask.” He says as he stands from the bed, his fingers immediately going to the buttons on his shirt, loosening it one by one. Your eyes eagerly rake over every inch of exposed skin as he pulls the shirt off his shoulders before moving to his jeans. His fingers deftly unbutton them before unzipping them and pulling them along with his boxers down his legs, exposing his erection to you for the first time. 

Damn.

You lick your lips at the sight of his cock bobbing between his legs as he crawls back over you.

“Now that you got your show, can I get back to what I was doing?” He teases and you nod, a bit speechless before he settles back between your thighs.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Y/N. All swollen and pink just for me.” He husks and you exhale slowly at his filthy words. You moan loudly as he slips not one, but two fingers into you wasting no time before thrusting them in and out. 

“Rick! Oh my god!” You exclaim as he leans forward and wraps his lips around your swollen clit before sucking it harshly. You bite your lip trying to swallow the sounds of your ecstasy. He takes notice of this and pulls away, causing you to let out a whine at the loss of stimulation. 

“Let me hear you, Y/N.” He orders and you nod frantically. You would honestly do anything if it just meant he would keep doing what he was doing. A sigh of relief escapes you as he returns his mouth between your thighs. Your eyes fall closed as you latch onto his hair, holding him to you as he begins to flick his tongue over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to your approaching climax.

“Are you gonna come all over my tongue, Y/N?” He husks and you nod. You can feel your abdomen tightening as your body prepared for your release. 

“Fuck, Rick! You’re gonna make me cum!” You cry wantonly, hardly recognizing your own voice.

“Come on, baby.” He encourages as he pushes you closer and closer. You can feel your orgasm just within your reach and you needed just a little bit more. As if he could hear your thoughts, Rick crooks his fingers upward inside you, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside you. Your body shakes as he continues to work you through your release. You could feel yourself gushing all over his waiting lips, something you had never done before. He groans in pleasure against your quaking pussy. Your body slowly relaxes as your climax runs its course.

Rick pulled away and you had never seen someone look as sexy as he did right now. His hair was all mussed from your fingers running through it and his lips and scruff were wet with your juices. His once crystal blue eyes were now almost completely black from arousal.

“You look so sexy when you cum,” His words reignite that fire within you and you become even more desperate for this man to fuck you.

“Fuck me. Please.” You beg, spreading your legs further so his hips could rest between your thighs. The feeling of his erection against your thigh made you dizzy with anticipation.

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” Rick breathes against your neck.

“So, do it.” You whisper impatiently as you reached between the two of you, grasping his erection in your hand before lining him up with your entrance. His hips move forward as he buries himself between your thighs. You exhale raggedly at the intrusion, you had never felt so full before.

“I don’t think I can be gentle.” He husks, pulling back to look into your eyes. 

“Then don’t be gentle, I won’t break.” He pulls his hips back before thrusting again harshly. Your hands grasp the blanket beneath you as he establishes a brutal pace.

“Fuck!” You cry at the sensations his cock elicits from your body, you’d never felt anything like it.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Rick groans as his hand drifts up to your body, resting on your neck for a moment before returning to your hips so he can pull you against him as he thrusts. Reaching down, you grab his hand before returning it to your neck and nodding, sensing what he wants. His hand closes around your throat slightly, not enough to cut off your air, but just enough to make you light headed. Everything suddenly becomes more intense and you reach down sliding your hands over his ass, pulling him deeper into you.

“Fuck!” He cries as his thrusts quicken in pace. You can feel your second orgasm hurtling towards you.

“Are you close?” He asks, loosening his hand from your throat so you can speak.

“Yes, I’m so close. Oh, fuck!” You shift your hips so his pubic bone slams against your clit every time he thrusts and his hand tightens around your throat once more. You can feel your body winding tighter and tighter as your orgasm approaches. Rick groans loudly as your walls tighten around him and he releases his hand from your throat. The sudden influx of air pushes you over the edge and you cry his name loudly as your release crashes over you in intense waves. You can feel Rick’s hips quicken before he pulls out and spills his release over your stomach, groaning deeply. He leans down, holding his weight off you as he kisses you softly, a harsh contrast to how rough he just was. Your hands rest on his cheeks as you brush your lips over his. His exhaustion overcomes him and he drops down beside you, you following and resting your head on his chest and twining your legs with his.

“You still wanna kill Maggie?” He teases.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I’m ever gonna thank her.” You respond and he laughs before pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Within minutes, you can feel the steady rising of his chest and you look up to see that he’s fallen asleep. You’d never seen him look so peaceful before and you reach to the foot of the bed to grab a blanket to pull over the two of you before snuggling back into his embrace and letting sleep claim you as well.

Its already dark outside when Glenn and Maggie return, they walk upstairs to towards their bedroom, but not before stopping outside your door. Maggie listens at the door when she hears nothing she cracks the door open slightly and sees the two of you entwined under the covers with your clothes thrown messily around the room. She smiles softly before closing the door, not wanting to invade on your privacy any further. She turns back to Glenn and nods. He smiles before extending his fist towards her, she giggles at his antics but bumps it with hers before continuing down the hallway towards their shared room.

“Mission accomplished.” 

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Reluctant Partners

A John Winchester x Reader fanfiction

Y/N=your name, Y/L/N = your last name, Y/P/N = your parent’s name

Warnings ~ A bit of language, fluff

1900 words

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 What was supposed to be an easy hunt turned out to be a very angry, very vengeful spirit. Luckily, I was able to take it out, but not without some damage. I dragged my wounded ass back to Caleb’s, to try to fix myself up and most importantly, to get back to my two boys.

  When I arrived at Caleb's it was late, I figured everyone would be asleep. When I drove up his driveway, I spotted my boys in the headlights, running around in the yard with jars in their hands. I then spotted a woman running with them. I climbed out of the car, spotting Caleb walking my way

 “Well, John, looks like you got bested! Not an easy burn I take it?”

 “No, bastard got a jump on me. It's finished, but Jesus, I’m fucking feelin’ it.” I grunted, taking a seat on the porch stairs. “Caleb, mind tellin’ me who's running around with my boys?”

  “Oh, yeah, that's Y/F/N Y/L/N. She stops by sometimes between hunts. She's y/p/n’s girl. She's been on her own for a few years now, butted heads with her dad. She's damn good, took on that poltergeist case everyone's talking about.”

 “Yeah? Hmm.”

 “John, stop, I know that look and tone. Do not underestimate her. She's an amazing hunter and doesn't need your fucking chauvinistic attitude.”

 I could tell that girl meant something to Caleb. He tended to take lone hunters under his wing, I'm guessing she had become almost like a daughter to him.

 “Daddy!”  Sammy came running at me, colliding into my chest.

 “Ughh Damn it!” Pain shot through my ribcage

 “Sammy, I think Dad’s hurt. Get off him!” Dean took his little brother off my lap.

 “It's ok bud. I'm hurt but I'll be fine. I didn't mean to yell at you.”

 “So this must be the famous John Winchester. I've heard a lot about you, mostly from your boys here.”

 I looked up to see a very beautiful woman, breathtaking really, with her arms around both of my boys. I've hunted with female hunters, she was not at all what they looked like. She had on a dress, her hair looked all done up, barefoot. Who hunts like this? She looked more like she belonged in a beauty pageant, not in the woods huntin’ down a wendigo.

   I realized she spoke to me, “That's me, hope my boys haven't been a bother. We're on the road so much when we stop somewhere they tend to go wild.”

 “They were perfect gentlemen.” She ruffled their hair. “I would expect nothing less from a hunter’s kid.”

 “So sorry, where's my manners?” Caleb interrupted. “John, this here is Y/F/N Y/L/N, she's been in the hunting life almost as long as me. Been on her own now for a couple years, and the best damn female hunter out there!”

  “Geesh, Caleb, no need to sell me! You're making me blush!” She stuck her hand out to me and when I went to take it, I flinched.

 “Did you just come from the hunt? Haven't cleaned up yet? 'Cause it sounds and looks like you've got a couple of broken or bruised ribs. I can set them for you. Always took care of my parents when they came home.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, I can't ask you to do that. I can do it myself. But thanks.”

 “Y/N, look, I caught another one” Sam came running over with a firefly in his jar. “Isn't it cool, Daddy!”

  “Sure is bud. Daddy’s goin’ go fix himself up and then hit the sack. I'm beat boys. We’ll be heading out early in the morning so we all need to get some sleep.” I stood up and almost fell back on my ass.

  “Whoa there John, I’m thinking you need one of us to check you out.”

 “I think I'll take you up on that Caleb.”

 We went inside and I took a seat at the kitchen table while Caleb went to get his first aid kit.  My boys were running around the table chasing each other. “Boys, settle down. Why don't you two go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. When Caleb's done with me here, I'll be up.” They both stopped running and came over to me.

 “You gonna be ok Daddy?” Sam asked me in a quiet voice, a look of concern on his face.

 “I'll be fine Sammy, don't worry.” I patted his back.

 “Yeah, Dad's real strong, Sammy.”

  “Hey, boys!” Y/N walked into the room. “Want to read more of that book we started last night?”

 “Can we?” Both boys eagerly asked her.

 “I think that's up to your daddy.” She smiled down at me. That smile.

 “Sure, just brush your teeth first, and put on your pajamas.”

 “We know Dad!” Dean rolled his eyes.

 “No sassiness mister.” I scowled at him. I wasn't mad, that boy made me laugh. But I needed them to respect me, to keep them safe.

 “Yes sir!” They both yelled as they ran up the stairs.

 “Thank you, John. I really enjoyed reading to them last night. They are wonderful little boys. You've raised them right.” She smiled again at me. That is something I could definitely get used to.

 “No, thank you for doing that. They don't get to have much of a normal childhood, so times like this are extra special. Besides, being around their old man gets tiring I'm sure.” I laughed, which in turn made me cringe from the pain.

  “I thought Caleb was going to fix you up? Where the hell did he go?” She started to look for him.

 “He went to get the first aid kit then I heard his phone ring, must have taken a call.” I was getting stiff sitting in the hard chair so I decided to get up, walk a bit. But when I stood, the pain really hit me and I let out a loud groan. “Jesus fucking Christ!”

 “John!” Y/N ran over to me, helping me back onto the chair. “I know we just met, and you probably don't want some strange woman checking you out. But you're a hunter, I'm a hunter, it's what we do. So let me help, please, for your boys sake. They need their dad at 100%.”

 She's right, and I know it. But for fuck's sake, she's a beautiful woman, and well, she's doing something to me, making me feel something I haven't felt in a long time, and I just can't do this. But, she's right, so I start to take my shirt off, she helps me.

  Her hands are warm and soft, and she's very gentle, taking care and making sure she doesn't cause me any unnecessary pain. “Ok, it looks like they might just be bruised, but can’t be sure. Best to just wrap ‘em. Let me grab my duffel.” She disappeared, quickly coming back with a pink bag.

  “Pink?” I laughed.

  “Hey, I'm a hunter, living just like every other hunter. A dirty, grimy, very unfeminine lifestyle, I take what I can get.” She smiled, pulling out an ace bandage and bottles. “My mother taught me that even the littlest things can make you happy, feel good about yourself. Things like my pink duffel, my dresses, my makeup, it makes me feel more normal. You know what I mean? You must have something that helps you feel more normal, although I'm guessing your boys help with that.” She smiled at me. “This is going to be cold, try not to flinch.”

  She started rubbing a cream onto my chest, onto my sides, around to my back. It wasn't the usual muscle cream, it smelled different. But it was starting to work already. Nice.

 “I'm going to wrap you now. Let me know if it's too tight, I tend to wrap these too tightly.” She snickered. As she wrapped the bandage she began humming.

 “Is that Smoke on the Water?”

 She giggled. “Sorry, I sometimes forget myself, I’m always humming/singing to myself, nasty habit I guess.”

“Not nasty at all sweetheart, kinda nice. Puttin’ me at ease.” I smiled up at her. What the fuck was I doing? Flirting?! No, I wouldn’t do this.

 “Okay, finished. But John, I know you said you wanted to head out tomorrow but I’m thinking one day’s rest might be a good idea.” She stood back, placing her things back in that damn pink duffel. I smiled. A hunter with a pink duffel.

 I tried to pull my shirt back on but she trussed me up so good I was fucking stuck. I sighed.

 “Let me help.” She took the shirt out of my hands and I was in too much pain to fight.

 As she helped me with my shirt, Caleb stepped back into the kitchen.

 “Shit, John, that was Scotty. Had to help him through what normally would be an easy exorcism. Didn’t mean to leave you high and dry.” He then saw what y/n was doing. “Well, I guess you’re in capable hands!”

 “Y/N!” My boys came running into the kitchen full speed.

 “Slow down boys. Y/N is busy.” They both noticed her, watching as she zipped up her bag.

 “Just patching your daddy up boys. Someday that’ll be your job.” She leant down, tapping each one of them on their noses. She stood back up, throwing a smile and a wink my way. “Let’s head upstairs, give your daddy and Caleb some guy time.” She snickered, taking Sammy’s hand and following Dean upstairs.

 “She’s something else, huh?” I must have been staring because Caleb had to tap my shoulder to bring me around.

 “Yeah, something.” I groaned, trying to stand up without causing any more pain and quickly failing. “Shit! Fuck!”

 “Outta shape there John?” Caleb laughed, offering his arm for support.

 “No more than you old man!” I smiled.

 I went into Caleb’s living room, making myself at home on his ratty sofa, putting my feet up on the table.

 “So, off on another quest tomorrow? Do you ever just want to chuck it and take the boys on a vacation. You know, where there are no ghosts, ghouls or any other creatures needing to hunted?” Caleb handed me a glass of whiskey, placing the bottle on the table. Sitting in the chair across from me, he sighed.

 “Yes, another job, but that’s the life, you fucking know that Caleb.”  We sat in silence, drinking, thinking, just enjoying the relaxing peace & quiet.

 Caleb hit on something, yes, I did want to just say fuck it, get out of the hunt, give my boys a normal life. No more motels, no more gas station food. Stayin’ put for more than a week, letting my boys stay in school for the whole year. Shit yeah, that’s what I would love, what I desire. But life has other plans. I need to find my wife’s killer. And I have to keep my boys safe.

“Ever thought of taking on a partner?” Caleb startled me out of my thoughts. “You’re still pretty new in the game, and two minds are better than one. Back ups real nice too.”

 I looked over at Caleb while delicately leaning forward to pour myself another drink. “And you would just happen to have someone in mind.”

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about John.”

 Just then, y/n stepped into the room.

 Caleb looked over at me, a big stupid fucking grin on his face.

 I knew it.

[stomachflu]

03. request for @hold-my-hair-back. reed tries to ignore their illness during a special date night. tons of build-up and copious public vomiting ensues.

“Do I gotta dress up?”

“You should,” Maria said, adjusting the fabric of her dress around her shoulders. “It’s not that fancy of a place, but it’s, like... sit-down? Just wear a nice sweater, you’ll be fine.”

Reed groaned, shutting the door on their girlfriend. They’d been looking forward to this evening all week, but now that it was here, they just wanted to take the night off, maybe go to bed early. They’d been feeling... off all day, just kinda tired and overfull.

Maybe I ate too much for lunch, Reed thought, pulling their shirt off over their head. They looked like shit, their face pale and white, eyes red-rimmed. In the mirror, their belly was visibly distended, and they rested a hand on it, shivering as it gurgled and churned.

The full feeling didn’t go away, so Reed pulled a sweater on over a button-up, hoping that the layers would help hide how shitty they felt. They felt warmer, at least.

“Reed, come on! We’re gonna be late!” Lynn was knocking on the bedroom door, and Reed sighed, heading into the bathroom.

“Just a minute, jeez!”

Halfway through brushing their teeth, nausea surged in their belly, and they gagged around the toothbrush. Reed leaned over the counter for a long moment, muscles tense, but nothing came up, just thick strands of saliva that they spit into the sink.

Reed took a shaky breath, splashing water on their face and rinsing out their mouth. They couldn’t be sick, not now, not with a date to go on. The cold water did help, at least, because they didn’t feel quite as awful when they stepped out the door.

“You look great, hon,” Maria said, pulling them into a kiss. Lynn hugged them from behind, wrapping their arms around Reed’s sensitive stomach. A soft gag rose in their throat and they tamped it down, breaking off the kiss before they felt any worse.

“Is everything okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Just a little warm, that’s all.” Reed forced a smile as they headed out to the car and started up the engine. 

“You shouldn’t have worn so many layers,” Lynn said, smiling as she bucked her seatbelt. Reed knew she loved their sweater.

They pulled the car out of the driveway, flipping on their blinker. “Well, too late to change now!”

Driving took up most of Reed’s concentration, which was good, because they didn’t have to fake a smile or participate in the animated conversation happening behind them. The seatbelt put too much pressure on their middle, and the queasy feeling wasn’t going away. If anything, it was getting worse, their stomach rising in their throat several times on sharp turns. What the fuck was up with that? They never got carsick.

In that manner, arriving at the restaurant was somewhat of a relief. They were seated shortly, which meant that Reed could hunch over the table, resting their cheek on their hand. Maybe I’m just hungry, they thought as their nausea flared up again at the smell of food, their stomach gurgling uncomfortably. That was probably it.

"You're awful quiet," Lynn remarked, and Reed glanced up to realize that she was staring at them.

“Just... thinkin’. About what I wanna order.”

Nothing on the menu looked appetizing, and when the waiter came, Reed shrugged. “Just a sandwich for me, thanks.” Acid rose in their throat, and they muffled an airy belch into their hand. “’Scuse me.”

“That all, hon?” The waiter looked skeptical, as did Lynn and Maria. They were known for ordering twice as much in one sitting and packing it away with no problem.

“And, uh...” Reed scanned the menu, looking for something that would be gentle on their stomach. “And the noodles?” Eating would help, they reasoned.

Eating didn’t help. By the time their plate came, knew that something was very wrong. Waves of nausea were washing over them, their stomach churning into overdrive, their face hot. Each bite was a struggle to get down.

They finished their first plate and pushed the dish away, burping wetly into their napkin, afraid that something besides air would come up. Okay, so they were sick. They were sick, and really fucking nauseous, and probably going to puke at some point. That was fine, they could manage.

Lynn and Maria hadn’t noticed, carrying on an animated conversation about their majors, and Reed took the opportunity to slide their hand under their shirt, rubbing their stomach. Sweat beaded on their forehead, and they looked around for the restroom. Shit, they should’ve asked someone earlier.

The smell of food made their stomach swell, and Reed pressed a napkin to their lips, gagging softly into it.

Maria glanced over, a look of concern crossing her face. “Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You’re really pale.”

“I’m...” A heave rose in their throat, and they swallowed hard. “I’m – buURP!” The end of their burp tapered off into a wet gag, and Reed jumped up, pushing back from the table with one hand on their stomach. “Gotta – hic! – go to the bathroom,” was all they could manage.

Three steps away from the table, Reed realized that they weren’t gonna make it. They stopped, bracing themselves with one hand on the back of an empty chair as their stomach lurched. The other hand hovered below their chin, hoping to catch whatever came out before they made a mess.

When they heaved again, though, it wasn’t a small mouthful of sick but a torrent of vomit that poured out of their mouth, splashing over their hand and onto their shoes. Distantly, they were aware of cries of disgust from the other patrons as they heaved again, another wave of puke splashing onto their sweater. 

A hand gripped their shoulder, and Reed swung around, trying to clamp down on the next gag and succeeding, only belching a mouthful of sick onto the growing pile on the floor. Lynn was rubbing their back, murmuring something about getting it all up, but they pulled away, shaking their head.

“Where’s – hmk! – the bathroom?”

“It’s down the hall, to your left, do you...” Lynn’s voice trailed off as they pulled away, walking towards the bathroom at a fast clip, one hand clapped across their mouth, the other pressed against their still-churning stomach.

They heaved again in the bathroom doorway, bracing themselves as a stream of vomit splattered onto the tile floor. A lady doing her makeup in the mirror shrieked, but Reed paid no mind, heaving and gagging in place until the wave was over, then falling to their knees inside a stall.

They had no idea how long they stayed there, gagging and belching helplessly, pressing on their aching stomach with both hands in a vain effort to try to bring the rest of their lunch back up. The few seconds of relief brought by vomiting were gone, and they were still a queasy, nauseous wreck.

Reed was a few seconds away from sticking their finger down their throat when the bathroom door opened again, and they felt Maria embrace them from behind, gathering their sweaty hair out of their face. The smell of her perfume overwhelmed them, and they heaved again, bringing up nothing.

“Not feeling so hot,” they said once they could open their mouth without gagging.

Maria kept stroking their hair. “You don’t say.”

“I took care of everything,” Lynn said from the doorway. “Bill’s paid and everything; I pulled the car around up front whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll drive,“ Maria added.

“‘M not...” Reed spit thick strands of saliva into the toilet. “Not done yet. Still gotta puke.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Maria ripped off a wad of toilet paper and used it to wipe their chin. “I think you’re done.”

Reed wanted to tell her about how full they still felt, how their stomach was still churning and waves of nausea were washing over them, but they were too exhausted, so they just shook their head.

“I got one of those to-go boxes from the staff,” Lynn added. “Here, if you’re gonna be sick again.”

She helped Reed stand up, supporting them with one arm over her shoulder, and together they shuffled out of the bathroom, Reed miserably clutching the open box to their chest. Their cheeks burned as they stepped around the puddles of vomit they’d left earlier. Normally, they weren’t fazed by body functions in the slightest, but here, with everyone staring at them...

“It wasn’t your fault,” Maria said, helping them into the car. “Here, turn and face me for a minute...”

They oblieged, and she pressed a cool hand to their forehead. “Oh, honey, you’ve really got a fever. Let’s try and get some medicine into you once we get home, okay?”

“Hmm,” Reed hummed, slumping against the open door. They closed their eyes and then opened them again to see Maria slipping into the front seat, Lynn helping buckle them in and then taking a seat beside them herself. They were dizzy enough that the world seemed to fade in and out, which didn’t help the growing nausea.

“Seems like this came on awful fast,” Lynn said. The car jostled as they went over a pothole, and Reed swallowed hard.

“Not – Not that fast. Was kinda feelin’ gross this afternoon. Nearly puked while brushing my teeth.”

Maria met their eyes in the rearview mirror. “Next time, tell us, okay?”

“I didn’t...” Reed paused, swallowing down acid. “I thought it would get better.” The car swerved around a curve in the road, and their stomach lurched. “Gonna be sick,” they said calmly, trying to keep their voice even as a gag rose in the back of their throat.

“Shit – Here –” Lynn fumbled for the empty Styrofoam takeout box, lifting the lid and shoving it into their arms. Reed gagged and belched weakly, spitting out a string of vomit. “Pull over, pull over!”

The loss of motion helped, but not enough. Reed heaved, sending a massive gush of vomit into the container, nearly filling it to the top. Lynn was rubbing their back again, but all they could manage was a hoarse “Sorry –” as a second heave overflowed the container, splattering vomit across their pants and the floor of the car. They belched again, adding a small pile of sick on top of the mess.

“Oh, honey." Reed hadn’t noticed that Maria had exited the car and come around to open the door on their side until she spoke. They spun around with a strangled gag and retched out of the side of the car, still held in place by their seatbelt. This time, they brought up several small, thin streams of puke, and then acid, and then nothing at all, dry-heaving again and again into the grass.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then head home, hmm?” Maria said. “How does that sound?”

It sounded good, Reed had to admit.

[impalaimagining]

Work It

Pairing: Model!Jared x Photographer!Wife!Plus-size!Reader (WHEW!)

Summary: You and Jared usually spend most of your time on opposite sides of the camera, but what happens when he asks you to switch for a little while?

Word Count: 1,378

Warnings: insecure reader, implied smut

A/N: Written for @spnaubingo and @spnfluffbingo and entirely @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester‘s fault. (P.s. I was feelin’ real extra so you got an aesthetic AND a gif.)

AU Square Filled: Celebrity AU

Fluff Square Filled: Positive Body Image

Unbeta’d.

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“How the hell did he get his own panel?” You laughed and shook your head as you watched your favorite subject take the stage. You swore Jared knew nothing about being in a room full of people. He was most comfortable on the other side of a camera, usually with no one around but you and a select few from the studio’s hair and makeup crew. “Male modeling son of a bitch.” You grumbled playfully. 

Truth be told, Jared Padalecki was one of your all time favorite people, not just to work with, but in the world. Him being a towering 6′4″ ruggedly handsome man surely didn’t hurt, but you weren’t in it for that. Jared was...

Damn.

Jared was everything you never knew you needed, and sitting in the front row, watching him up on that stage, charming the hell out of an entire room full of people, you knew you were in love.

“Jared! Jared!” He whipped his head around, a perfect dimply smile plastered on his face. You walked by his side, arm laced in his with your camera slung across your torso. 

“I’m not used to being on this side of the flash. How do you now go blind?” You laughed nervously, looking down and watching as your heels took careful steps along the black carpet.

“Lots of practice. Don’t look at the flash, look at the lens. I learned that from you.” He smiled down at you as you glanced up at him. 

You gave him a nod and clung more tightly to his arm. “I’m gonna fall on my ass. I hate heels.”

“You work barefoot. I’m surprised I got you into shoes at all to come out here.” Jared chuckled.

“You’re damn lucky you did.” You pursed your lips. “I figured I couldn’t hang off the arm of the best looking guy here with no shoes on my feet.”

Jared blushed at your compliment, like he didn’t know he was so good looking. He knew it, he had to know it. You don’t just become a world famous model by being average.

“Hey,” his voice pulled you from your thoughts, “when we get home tonight, I have an idea.” You frowned, but shrugged it off for the time being; you had pictures to look pretty for.

You and Jared were driven home in a limousine that night, both of you a little too boozed up to drive. He had his arm around your waist as the two of you made it to the door, Jared fumbling with his keys. Once he finally pushed the door open, he pulled you inside and locked it behind you, pressing your back against the heavy wood and framing you in with his arms.

“What’re you doin’?” You asked shakily. 

“I haven’t kissed you all night, you know that?” Jared’s breath warmed your face.

“Trust me, I know. Couldn’t embarrass yourself kissing the ugly duckling.” You laughed humorlessly. 

“Are you kidding?” Jared’s brows pulled together. “You were the most gorgeous woman there tonight.”

“You’re like, required by law to say that. Isn’t it in your modeling contract?” You teased. 

“I think it came with this.” Jared wiggled his left ring finger. “But I mean it, sweetheart. You’re...” Jared shook his head, sighing.

“Hey, you said you had an idea earlier.” You took your opportunity to change the subject.

“Yeah. Hell yeah I did.” Jared nodded, biting his lip. He ducked his head and kissed you quickly but deeply, then moved his arms from around you, grabbing your hand and dragging you toward your studio.

“What are you doing?” You asked again, giggling.

“What do you have on under that dress?” Jared closed the door behind him. 

You frowned and pulled back, confused. “Why does that matter?”

“Answer my question.” Jared insisted. You licked your lips and grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling it up to your hips and showing him the lacy black number you had underneath. “Matching set?” Jared smirked, and you nodded. “Good.”

Jared’s hands were on you instantly, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him, then his fingers tangled into your hair and tipped your head up as he crashed his lips into yours. You reached up and twisted your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, holding him as close as you could while his hands wandered back down to your hips. He began pinching and pulling at the fabric, shimmying it up your legs until he wrapped his fists around your dress and brought it over your head.

Taking a step back, Jared’s eyes roamed your body. “Jesus...” He breathed. “You are so beautiful.” You looked down, your face warming as you blushed and shook your head. Jared tipped your head back up so you were looking in his eyes. “You are. I want to try something.” He kissed you softly, whispering against your lips. “Trust me?”

You swallowed hard and nodded as Jared pulled you toward the opposite side of your studio, where he usually stood for shoots. He held your hips and positioned you in the center of the backdrop, then stepped backward and fell in behind your camera.

“What are you doing?” You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Jared asked again.

“Yes, Jared, I trust you, but...” You looked down at your body. “Nobody wants pictures of this.”

Jared licked his lips and gave you a smile. “I do.”

Your eyes went wide as Jared popped the lens cap off of the device set on your tripod. “What?” 

“You heard me.” Jared nodded. “I want pictures of you like this. It’s not fair that you get to see me stripped down all the time and I only get you in the dark.”

“There was that one time in the middle of the afternoon.” You shrugged.

“You know what I mean, baby.” He smirked. “Come on, pose for me.” You shook your head. “Please?” Jared pushed.

“I - I don’t know how.” You confessed. 

“Here.” Jared stepped from behind the camera and reached out, one hand on your hip and the other on your arm. “Above your head. Pop this out. Look down... shit, yeah. Like that.” You felt the blush rising on your cheeks again as Jared scurried back to the camera and pushed the shutter button. He snapped a few pictures, making you close your eyes and bit your lip.

“Can you be done...?” You asked timidly, feeling Jared’s eyes all over you. He nodded, and you hurried to grab one of the robes hanging on the hooks on the nearest wall - the ones your clients usually used between shots. You ran toward Jared, bare feet skittering over the carpeted floor.

“Hook it up to the computer. I want you to see these.” Jared stepped away from the camera, letting you take his place as he stood behind you, his hands holding your hips while he kissed your neck. 

You pulled the memory card from the camera and inserted it into your computer. The pictures popped up and you stepped back, allowing Jared to sit down in front of the screen.

“Look at that.” Jared breathed, his eyes moving over every inch of the screen. “Look how fucking beautiful you are.”

“You’re drunk.” You teased, finding any excuse you could to brush off the compliments. You hated the way you looked, and the fact that Jared had taken pictures of you like that? You were mortified.

“I’m not drunk, baby.” Jared insisted. “You’re... incredible.” He turned his attention back to the computer, flipping through the pictures using the arrow keys. His eyes fell to the second to last one, the one where your eyes were closed and your teeth sunk into your lower lip, and he stifled a groan.

“What?” You laughed nervously.

“How do I send this to myself?” Jared turned over his shoulder and looked at you. “I’m definitely using this when I’m away.” Your cheeks heated at his words and you looked away from his gaze. Jared’s finger lifted your chin back upward. “For now?” He pinched the tie around the middle of your robe, pulling it and letting it fall open. Jared’s hands pushed under the fabric and squeezed at your hips. “I want the real thing.”

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