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[perplexedflower]

Last Floor To My Heart

Fandom: Supernatural RPF.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Richard Speight Jr. x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 4,855.

Summary: In a single night, [Y/N]'s life takes a turn for the worse; that is, until she goes seeking comfort in the arms of the only man who can make it all better.

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Everything happened so fast.

Restlessly sitting on the living room couch, my crossed legs could not stop fidgeting as I waited for Mark to come home. A few minutes earlier, he had called me to say he was on his way home, and that he had something important to tell me when he would be back. When I had asked him why he could not simply tell me over the phone, he had answered it was too significant not to be discussed face-to-face. I had not argued any further, but deep down I knew damn well it was not like him to say a thing such as that.

Mark and I had been dating for almost two years, and this time we had spent together had been good to us. We had met on the set of Supernatural, and back then, it was clear to everyone that we hit it off right away; I was introduced to the plot as an endgame character, so I made my debut near the last seasons of the show. However, I had still been given the opportunity to play alongside Mark, even if only for a few times. And although I was instantly charmed by his Lucifer, I got to know him personally over time and consequently fell for him beyond his character.

It had taken us a while to officially get together, but once we did, we never let go of each other. And we both believed things would grow and evolve between the two of us, shifting our relationship into something more and more serious as time would go on. At least, that is what I believed in until I started noticing a change in Mark's behavior, a change in the way he would talk to me, and act around me. I had always brushed that feeling aside, convincing myself it was only a misinterpretation, a fabrication of my own paranoid mind. But with one simple phone call, all my suspicions had come flowing back up to the surface, and it was becoming hard to ignore them.

As I was getting deeply lost in thought, I suddenly heard the front door open and turned around, only to see Mark enter the living room in somewhat of a rush.

"Hey." He promptly let out without even looking at me.

"Hey..." I awkwardly said back.

I was searching for his eyes, but it was clear to me he was trying to avoid making eye contact with me.

"So... you wanted to tell me something?"

My stomach felt like a tangled bag of knots, hurting my guts, which had a bad feeling about what was about to take place.

"Yeah, we need to talk."

This sentence alone made me gulp and look down at my feet.

"Listen, [Y/N]..." Mark started with faint remorse. "I'm sorry... It truly pains me to say it, as much as it will pain you to hear it, but... we should break up."

I blankly stared at him, in a complete state of shock.

"But—"

"No." He cut me off with a sigh. "It's for the best, trust me."

What? Why? How? Have I done something wrong? Have you met another woman? Do you not love me anymore?

Questions began piling up in my mind, so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I was rendered unable to speak.

"I'm sorry." He said once more, still looking away from me.

His apologies were not fully sincere, I could feel it, I knew him well enough to feel it. But still, I was not able to talk back. All I could do was cry. And so I did: I cried miserably on this couch, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how pathetic Mark must have found me. As my thoughts started to overwhelm me, I finally managed to stand up and walked to our bedroom without a word. I grabbed my suitcase and my duffle bag and put them both on the bed; I rapidly gathered my things, which I had scattered across the room, and stuffed them all back inside my luggage. There was not much to collect, just the essentials: clothes, a book, and my computer. But I refused to leave in this house the only few things I had brought with me. I knew I was no longer wanted here; I knew I had to get out of there.

I quickly changed my clothes and put on a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a jacket, and shoes. I zipped and closed both my suitcase and bag, before leaving the room with them in hand. As I walked to the front door, I came back into the living room, and Mark stood up as he saw me, ready to go, my hand on the knob.

"[Y/N]—"

"No, don't say anything." I said while crying, interrupting him. "That's what you wanted, for me to go away. So that's what I'm doing."

And with that, I opened the door and stepped outside, after which I closed it right back behind me. Standing in front of the house, I let my luggage fall on the ground beside me and grabbed my head with my hands as I cried more tears.

How did this happen? And why?

I regained my composure and wiped away my tears, before picking up my suitcase and my bag. I took a few steps away from the house and looked around: I had nowhere to go. Mark's house was not very far away from the city center, so I decided to take a night walk. I had always loved walking down the streets at night. But not in this particular state of mind. Not while emotionally devastated.

After a few minutes of aimless strolling, I entered the heart of the city and started seeing all types of people walking up and down the streets, going in and out of restaurants, shopping, and simply minding their own business. As an extroverted person, it had never bothered me much to be around masses of people, and at that very moment, it even allowed me to lose myself among them: I could have cried, nobody would have noticed.

I still had no idea what to do or where to go, wandering alone in the crowded streets. But as I turned my head to the right, my eyes fell on an imposing hotel, illuminated by gorgeous lit-up fountains and surrounded by various types of floral decorations. And that was when I remembered.

Richard. That's the hotel Richard's staying in.

Similarly to Mark, I had met Richard while working on Supernatural; and similarly to Mark, Richard and I had become close friends in only a matter of weeks. After the show had ended, we stayed in touch, and over time, we started to hang out more and more. We eventually began working on common projects together, though they were all silly and for our own amusement. But it led us to have somewhat of a reputation as a duo, to the point of being cast as the two main protagonists in a brand-new TV show. We obviously both accepted, and this new shared adventure had brought us yet even closer to each other.

It had now been some time since we had started working together on the series, and it had taken us to Los Angeles, where we had to shoot for about a week. The production crew had decided to put both of us up in a hotel, but I had told them not to book me a room since I knew Mark resided in town and that I could spend the nights over at his place. Production had accepted my request and ended up booking a single room for Richard, although they had told me it went against regular policy.

Standing in front of the hotel, I looked back on how I had thanked the crew for making an exception. But as I now felt lonely and abandoned, I wished I had not said anything and just accepted the hotel room from the get-go. With my suitcase in my left hand and my duffle bag over my right shoulder, I walked up to the entrance of the hotel and stopped in front of the security guarding the doors. Since I had no room registered to my name, I had not been granted access to the hotel, but Richard had given me an extra entry pass, in case I would need or want to see him in his hotel room.

I presented the pass to the guard and was let inside; walking in, I was instantly blinded by the bright lights emanating from the chandeliers mounted on the ceiling, which contrasted sharply with the darkness outside. For a second, I thought about giving Richard a call, to let him know I was on my way to his room; but given how emotionally weakened I was, I felt I would not be able to speak over the phone, so decided against it. I made my way to the elevator and tried to remember on which floor his room was as I stepped inside; after having searched deep enough in my memory, I pressed the button to the third floor and went up with the elevator. Once on the third floor, the elevator doors opened and I took a step into the bright red hallway.

I slowly walked up to his room and stopped at the door, my luggage in hand, my vision blurry, and my mind blown away. I leaned forward and knocked twice on his door with a shaky hand.

"Who is it?" I heard Richard's voice ask from far away.

"Richard... It's me..." I tried to speak loud and clear.

"... [Y/N]?" He asked with surprise, recognizing my voice. "Hang on."

Inside the room, I could hear fast and loud footsteps, and in a matter of seconds, the door opened widely: I was faced with Richard, staring into my eyes, visibly worried. The door had only just opened that I immediately fell into his arms, my body going limp.

"Woah— Hey, hey." He let out as he caught me by the shoulders. "[Y/N], what's wrong?"

A simple look into his eyes was enough to make him understand I was unable to speak, so he took from my hands the suitcase and bag I was carrying and put them both inside, by the door.

"C'mon, come inside." He said gently as he held me by the arms.

Once inside, he closed the door behind us and made me walk to the couch, before helping me sit down next to him. When he understood I could not stop crying, he put a delicate hand over my knee, which made me look up and into his shining eyes.

"Can you talk?" He started softly. "Do you want to talk? I'm not forcing you if you don't want to or don't feel like it."

Despite how pathetic and pitiful I was feeling mentally, my face still managed to shape my lips into a smile that I sent his way, alongside a nod. Richard and I had been really good friends ever since we had first met, for what seemed to me like forever, and he had always been so caring towards me. Every time I needed someone's presence, he was that someone. That someone who I knew would always be there for me.

I stared back at him and was pained to see how sad he was to see me in such a state.

"It's Mark..." I tried to say, a tear stuck in my throat. "... We broke up."

Richard stared at me in a way I could not describe: he seemed sad, shocked, and for some reason, angry.

"... What?" He finally said after a few seconds of silence.

"He told me it's what's best for us..."

He grabbed his forehead with a sigh, visibly pensive, before turning to me swiftly. He leaned closer to me and hugged me tight, wrapping me in his embrace to try and help me calm down. I felt at peace in his arms. I had always felt comfortable in Richard's arms. But never before had I craved his touch so badly. I grabbed tight onto his back as I allowed myself to cry more tears on his shoulder, my head resting against the crook of his neck. Mark's words had rendered a part of my soul cold and empty, but Richard's warmth was the only remedy I needed to fix it.

He passed a hand on my back, rubbing it back and forth, in hopes of stopping my tears from flowing.

"Shh, shh..." He lulled me softly.

His soothing shushing resonating through my mind, I lost myself in his embrace and kept holding him close, making him understand I did not want him to let go. We remained in each other's arms for a few silent minutes, until he pulled away gently and grabbed my shoulders with care: he looked at me straight in the eyes once more, and when I gazed inside his, it was as if an electrical shock was traveling through my entire body.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked me with a faint smile.

"I don't know..." I answered honestly while shaking my head slowly.

Richard tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while slightly tilting his head to the side.

"What would help you feel better? What do you want, right now?"

My eyes were still interlocked with his, but my mind went elsewhere.

What do I want?

I asked myself the same question he had just asked me, but was somehow unable to come up with a definitive answer: instead of giving him a verbal response, I stared into his whiskey-colored eyes as I grabbed one of his hands with both of mine. His gorgeous face lit up with a stunning smile I had had the chance to see so many times before, but never had enough of.

"Well, in any case, I do know what you'd need right now." He started, backing away from me a little. "What do you say I make you a cup of tea, and go fetch you a blanket or two?"

I giggled softly at his offer and the sound of my own laughter made me realize I was starting to feel better.

"I say I'd very much appreciate it." I replied with a warm smile.

"Alright, I'll get on it right away then." He smiled back. "The tea might take a while to get ready, so don't hesitate to walk around and stretch your legs a bit."

"Good idea." I said as I stood up from the couch at the same time as him.

While Richard left the room, I took a look around, and only then did I realize his hotel room was not even a single room, but a suite. I spotted three other rooms, in addition to the living area: a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. I made my way to the bathroom while taking in everything around me.

"Damn, Rich..." I said out loud, addressing him even though he was not in the room with me. "They gave you a full-on suite."

"I know, right?" I heard him chuckle from another room.

I stepped inside the bathroom and passed a hand over the wall as I scoffed lightly.

"I can't believe I'm missing out on all of this." I murmured to myself somewhat disappointedly.

Walking deeper into the bathroom, I approached the sink and stopped in front of the mirror above it.

Jesus Christ...

"... I look like shit." I finished my thought aloud.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with a sigh.

"And to think Richard had to see me like that..."

Opening my eyes back up, I looked more closely at my eyes and the ruined mascara around them.

I'll remove my makeup and clean my face a little, hopefully that'll make me look less miserable.

I made my way back to the front door and picked up my suitcase and my duffle bag: I carried them over to the living area, and set them both down on the floor next to the couch, before unzipping the suitcase, which contained a makeup bag. As I was about to leave the room, my makeup bag in hand, I noticed a blanket and a couple of pillows on the couch, which had not been there before. I smiled and headed back to the bathroom, but stopped by the kitchen this time; leaning a shoulder against the wall behind me, I observed Richard meticulously preparing my tea, softly humming a tune to himself, and felt my cheeks get hotter and hotter the longer I stared at him.

Before he got the chance to turn around and spot me, I kept on walking and entered the bathroom once more. I set my pouch down and opened it to take my makeup remover out, and started cleaning my face. After I had removed all traces of makeup from my face, I splashed some cold water on it, after which I dabbed on my skin with a fresh towel hanging beside the sink. With my face now cleaned and dried up, I took another look at myself in the mirror.

"Well... it's considerably better." I told myself with a sigh.

I put my makeup remover back into my makeup bag and exited the bathroom, and once I was in the living room again, I placed my bag back inside my suitcase. With that done and out of the way, I sat down on the couch once more and let my body relax at the contact of the soft blanket and pillows: just as I was getting comfortable, Richard entered the room, a warm smile on his face and a cup in hand.

"Tea's ready." He said as he walked up to me.

He sat down next to me and held out the mug before my hands.

"Here. Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks."

We exchanged smiles as I grabbed the mug from his hands, but our eyes left each other and my cheeks reddened when my fingers went brushing against his, his skin feeling hotter to the touch than the tea itself. I kept the cup in my hands for a while without actually drinking from it, taking in the heat from the ceramic, and feeling it spread throughout my body. As I took the first sip, I looked back at Richard.

"It's delicious." I told him with a sincere smile.

"It's the one I always make you when you're feeling down, but I perfected it by adding a few drops of honey and milk this time." He said with a sense of pride.

"Well, I love this new specialty of yours." I chuckled gently. "And I hope I'll get to taste it again in the future."

"I'll make you as much as you want. Even when you're not feeling down."

Perhaps it was the sip I had just swallowed, or the syrupy-sweet tone of his voice, but when I heard Richard's words, I felt my throat heat up and spread this heat across my face. Holding tight the mug in my hands, I dared look up and into his honey-colored eyes, sweeter than the honey in my tea. But once I had started staring into them, it was impossible for me to look away; stickier than nectar, they kept me unable to move or fight my way out of them, forcing me to lose myself deeper in them.

And if it had not been for him breaking our stare and looking away, I would have remained stuck into his gaze for all eternity.

"Alright, finish your tea up." He told me as he cleared his throat. "You've gotta rest a little, now."

I blinked a couple of times, pulling myself out of my reveries, and did as I was told. As I took the last sip from my mug, he grabbed the blanket he had brought over and carefully laid it over me, before taking the now-empty cup from my hands.

"If you can, try and take a nap. I know it's still early for sleep, but you've been through a lot tonight, you need to rest. Even just for a short while."

He stood up from the couch, the mug in hand, and turned to me.

"If you need me, or anything, I'll be in my bedroom, all right?"

"All right." I nodded.

As I watched him begin to leave the room, a voice inside of me reached out to him.

"Rich, wait." I suddenly said.

He stopped walking and turned around, only to meet my smiling face.

"Thank you, for everything."

A loving smile took shape on his face at the same time his cheeks got riddled with blush. Turning back around, he flipped the light switch off and headed for his bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I lay down across the couch, finding warmth in the cozy blanket covering my body, and closed my eyes with a yawn. As if he was still on the couch with me, I could smell Richard's cologne surrounding me, wrapping me in a feeling of reassurance. Everything around me felt so snug, so homelike, that I fell asleep right away.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt somewhat disoriented, but also revitalized. I reached out for my right jacket pocket and pulled my phone out to look at the time, and saw my good rest had lasted over half an hour. I stretched my arms and legs before slowly rising into a sitting position, and pushed the blanket aside. I rubbed my eyes while yawning then decided to take my phone out once again, this time to check if I had any potential notifications; but before I could even unlock my phone, I was distracted by Richard's voice, conversing with another, awfully familiar one, breaking the silence reigning throughout the entire suite.

I quietly stood up from the couch and as I slowly stepped toward his bedroom, the two voices got louder, deeper, and angrier. Not wanting to interrupt and make my presence known, I stopped around a corner of the wall and observed from afar.

"What's the deal with [Y/N]?" I saw Richard angrily ask the phone he was holding up to his ear.

"What happened between her and I is none of your goddamn business." I recognized Mark's voice on the other side of the line. "Besides, why are you even concerned about that? You should be happy, now she's all yours."

"I have the right to know. And I don't want her to be 'all mine'. She's not a plaything, Mark. You've treated her like a toy for so long, and now you've broken it."

"You think I take pride in what I've done? No, but it was for the best."

Before Richard could add anything else, Mark abruptly hung up on him, putting a forced end to their conversation.

"Bastard..." He murmured to himself as he glared at the phone.

Quietly standing still, I watched him sit down on the edge of his bed, before setting his phone aside and burying his face in his hands; hesitantly, I took a few steps forward and gently knocked on his wide-open bedroom door, revealing myself.

"Rich..." I said in a low voice.

The second he heard the sound of my voice, he looked up and met my eyes, before standing up quickly.

"[Y/N]—" He exclaimed as he walked toward me. "How long have you been up? Are you feeling any better?"

"I am, that nap felt really good." I answered him with a forced smile.

He smiled back at me, but we both knew that neither of our grins was heartfelt: mine slowly vanished as I stared into his eyes intensely.

"Listen, Rich..." I started awkwardly. "I... I heard you talk with Mark over the phone..."

His smile faded away and he instinctively avoided looking into my eyes as he backed off slightly; but I could not bring myself to divert my sight from him, and with the both of us staying silent, I could feel the uneasiness settle between us.

"Do you mind... explaining to me what Mark meant when he said what he said about you?" I shyly spoke up.

Richard exhaled heavily as he grabbed the back of his neck with one hand.

"[Y/N], I..."

He tried to speak, but I could read in him the struggle he was going through to find the right words to use: he did not finish his sentence and instead left it hanging, letting silence take over once more.

"You should be happy, now she's all yours."

This one sentence kept resonating in my head, and the more I was hearing it, the more I was beginning to accept it.

"I know what Mark meant, Rich." I said gently as I took a confident step forward. "But I want to hear it from you."

He finally looked up at me, and before he even said a word, I could read the love in his eyes, and I could feel it spread over to mine.

"I love you, [Y/N]." Richard confessed with a deep breath. "I always have. Since the first time we met, since the very moment I saw you, I've always felt this way about you. And, when you and Mark got together, I promised myself I'd keep my feelings hidden and away. The last thing I wanted was to ruin your relationship by interfering... Mark eventually figured it out a couple of weeks ago."

Listening to him pour his heart out to me, I could feel each and every single one of his words was truly sincere.

"[Y/N]... I'm so sorry to burden you with all this... You shouldn't have to sit through my rambling, after what you've just gone through with Mark—"

"No." I suddenly interrupted him.

His eyes opened wider in surprise, and the gleam visible inside of them was a sign he would have begun shedding a tear if I had not stopped him from talking further. I felt my cheeks flush as I took a step in his direction.

"I... I love you too." I shamefully admitted. "Like you, I always have. Something inside of me triggered when I first talked to you. But... I've always been unsure of my feelings for you, unsure of their true nature... It's always been in and out for me. Then, Mark came pretty early on, so I think my brain just... unconsciously pushed these feelings aside. But they've always been there. They never left."

Staring into his sparkling eyes, I felt the atmosphere surrounding us becoming heavier than ever.

"... I never knew you felt this way about me." I shook my head slowly. "But now, it just feels like it makes all the sense in the world..."

Losing some of my confidence, I looked down at my feet and sighed.

"God, I feel so stupid... I've been oblivious this whole time, I should've seen—"

"[Y/N]." He cut me off gently. "Don't blame yourself, please."

"No, I have my share of responsibility in this, Rich. If I had noticed your feelings for me right away, then... maybe... we could've—"

Before I could finish speaking, my cheeks were cupped by two strong hands, before I felt Richard's lips against mine. The contact of our skins against one another was so sudden, that I could not help but let out a soft, high-pitched moan as we kissed. It was such a passionate kiss, radiating love, yet it felt as though it was the softest I had ever received. Just as my limbs started relaxing and my lips began taking part in the action, Richard pulled away after only a few seconds, leaving a part of me frustrated and wanting more. He shook his head repeatedly as he pressed one of his hands on his forehead.

"Shit— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, this is too soon—" He stuttered.

"No— I mean, yes—" I stammered as well. "But, to be honest... I think we both wanted it to happen."

We awkwardly stared at each other, our bodies still so close, which allowed me to see his slightly blushing cheeks and made my heart flutter.

"And, besides... even if it can't happen now doesn't mean it can't ever happen again at a later time..." I shyly added.

I lowered my gaze a little and delicately grabbed one of his hands with one of mine, before looking back up into his gorgeous eyes.

"When you asked me earlier, I didn't have an answer, but now, I know what I want."

Richard scoffed gently and smiled as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I'll need some time to heal from Mark, Richard. But I know I'll heal faster with you by my side."

As we held each other's hands, the warm smiles we exchanged made us both understand we were making the promise of being honest with ourselves and each other from there on.

"Then I'll never stray away from you."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Jensen Asking For A Puppy

Pairing: Jensen x reader

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Jensen had been strange all throughout dinner but you couldn’t put your finger on it. When you were halfway through dessert and one last drink he leaned over the table and you saw he had his puppy dog eyes on.

“Ackles. Tell me you did not take me out to my favorite restaurant to butter me up.”

“Me? I would never,” he said innocently, his cheeks soft, eyes big. “I’m just admiring your beauty.”

“Nah this ain’t cute as shit Jensen tonight. This is up to something Jensen. Spill or I’m not letting you past first base,” you said, eating a piece of cake.

“I just…was thinking…maybe…we could get a puppy and I already found this really cute one at the rescue yesterday and I put a hold on him and he’s so adorable and he’s a little dog but so fluffy and I figured we could adopt him cause I don’t like you being home alone and you don’t like being home alone and we’re supposed to pick him up at nine in the morning and then take him to the vet which I already have scheduled and here’s a picture cause he’s so cute.” He held a phone in front of your face as you blinked slowly, Jensen holding up a tiny dog with a big smile on his face. “How do you say no to that face?”

“Jensen. Did you adopt a dog without talking to me? At all?”

“Yes but I didn’t mean to. I just went to see how it all works and I looked at the dogs and he just…that’s my guy.” You rolled your eyes, Jensen tucking his phone away and back to giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“I thought you wanted to get me some big dog to defend me or something.”

“He’s small but he’ll protect you. Please? I know I should have talked to you first but-“

“Why that dog.”

“He’s my guy.”

“Jensen. Why. That. Dog. You were very adamant about wanting a big dog.”

“Well he was gonna get put down. He has anxiety and his past two owners didn’t like that. He’s been hard to adopt out but we can handle something like that. I know-“

“Shush. You’re an idiot. We’re adopting him. Just…let me join in next time you sweet ridiculous man. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said, sitting back in his seat with a big smile. “Can do sweetie.”

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[impalaimagining]

Feral

Jensen x Reader

2,333 words

Warnings: A/B/O, pwp, smut (18+ only)

Beta:@torn-and-frayed& @snackles87

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The door creaks open, the hinges protesting against the cold, damp weather. He steps in, shoes thudding against the hardwood as he kicks them off and leaves them on the welcome mat.

Inside, the air feels different. Tense. A feeling hanging around his head, encompassing his body like a blanket. As he walks down the hall to your bedroom, at exactly the same time as the sound hits his ears, the scent hits his nose. Your breathing is labored, a whine escaping through parted lips. You’re behind a closed door despite an otherwise empty house. Lost in the desperation, on the verge of your third orgasm in just over an hour, you don’t hear the doorknob turn, don’t hear Jensen’s socked feet pad toward you, barely register the dip in the bed beside you.

And then his lips are on yours, a hungry fire behind his kisses. He’s been gone, filming halfway across the country, but now he’s home. He’s home and he’s with you and your body churns at the thought of him. You feel his hand wrap around your wrist, then slide to your hand. He closes his palm around the outside of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours around the base of the silicone dick you’ve been using in a failed attempt to sate yourself. 

Jensen moves the dildo in and out of you, twisting his wrist and changing the angle as he pumps his arm. His breath is in your ear, warm as it ghosts over your neck. Teeth scrape at your pulse point, and he can feel your heart beating in his mouth. “Fuck.” It’s the first word you’ve heard him speak since he entered the room, and it shoots straight through your body.

You whimper while your hips swivel and swirl under Jensen’s touch. The side of his index finger is wet from where it’s been rhythmically rocking against your core. You tense your thigh muscles and you grind down against the faux cock while your fingers circle your clit. Throwing your head back, you lose yourself in a leg-trembling orgasm.

Still, even as your climax sends convulsions through your lower belly and the apex of your thighs, your body is desperate. Your body is desperate for more, for another orgasm, for Jensen. And he knows it.

“Son of a bitch.” He gravels when you reach for him and pull him into a harsh kiss. As your hands find his clothes and begin tearing at them, his hand splays across your lower back and holds you tight against him, chest to chest. He peers down at you and brings his other hand to cup your jaw and you let out a pathetic half-whine of his name. “I know.” Jensen whispers against your jaw. “I know.” He moves his lips to your forehead and presses a sweet kiss to your hairline. “I knew as soon as I walked through the door.”

You’re in your heat, and apparently the candle you lit in the kitchen did nothing to disguise the scent of it from Jensen. He pulls back and your eyes meet, his pupils blown with desire. His top lip snarls up and you feel the growl radiate through his chest. “Oh fuck.” Your eyes widen as you realize what happened. 

You sent Jensen into his rut. He’s still in his boxer briefs but you can feel the rigid line of his cock straining against the fabric where it’s pressed against your hipbone. There’s a wet spot barely formed but already growing where precum is leaking from his tip.

“You have no fuckin’ idea what you just did to me.” Jensen grunts as he hovers above you.

You nod, because you are well aware of his body reacting to yours. “I…” You’re cut off by his teeth clashing with yours. The desperation you felt is doubled inside of Jensen as he reaches down and palms at his length through his underwear. In the same motion, he hooks his thumb into the waistband and shoves the garment down his thighs. Before you can think, you’re under him, his hips wedged between your thighs.

“The way you smell,” Jensen noses along your jawline, “the way you sound,” he nips the skin just under your ear, “the way you taste.” Jensen’s tongue trails down the side of your neck until he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder. “The way you feel under my fingers, under my tongue, around me…” He pushes his forearm under the small of your back and draws your hips closer to his. “It’s so fucking…” An exasperated groan leaves his lips. You’re clouding his mind, overtaking his every thought. “You’re fucking intoxicating.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it, using exactly that word. You get him buzzed. His eyes glaze over, his head starts to spin. You’re his one-too-many at a dive bar. He knows he should stop, but he never does.

You arch your back up into him, the roll of your body pulling him back to reality. Jensen’s lips are everywhere all at once. He’s surrounding you, pinning you down with his hips. Your head tips back, leaning to the right and exposing your sensitive neck to him. Jensen takes his cue and attaches his lips to your pulse, sucking and nipping at your skin. You moan his name, setting a new fire within him.

It takes everything he has, but Jensen pulls himself away from you. He looks down at you, and you meet his gaze. Then Jensen’s eyes move down your body to where your pelvis is connected to his. His eyes find yours again, and you give him a solid, singular nod.

“Out loud.” He coerces. 

“Please, Jensen.” You nod again, but it’s not the answer he wants. “I want this, Jensen.” You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

Something snaps inside of him, the flip of his control switch, and it’s like he’s gone rabid. He grabs your hips with hands that forever have you confused. They’re rough, but soft to the touch. Calloused and worn, but gentle. And they fit perfect over your hip bones. His fingertips bruise your flesh as Jensen continues to restrain himself - barely. He pulls his hips back and lines himself up as your thighs fall farther apart. 

Slowly, but in one swift motion, Jensen pushes his length inside of you. Despite the warm-up you’ve had in your alone time, Jensen stretches you. He’s long, but he’s also thick, and the feeling of him pushing you to your limit is delicious. As soon as he’s fully sheathed, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re ready to scream.

You need him.

Jensen thrusts, slowly at first, but then his pace builds. He becomes erratic, and you’re growing frantic. Your head thrashes from side to side while your nails dig into his shoulders, his triceps, down his sides and back. You can feel his muscles moving under your fingertips.

“Close.” He manages through gritted teeth.

“Please.” You’re shameless, unabashedly begging him to slam into you harder, faster, deeper. And he’s happy to oblige. The sound of Jensen’s skin slapping against the inside of your thighs echoes around the room. You cry out wildly, stretching up and digging your teeth into Jensen’s bicep to keep yourself quiet. He reaches up and twists his fingers into your hair, jerking your head backwards so you’re looking up at him.

“Y’ready?” He grunts low in your ear, and you nod quickly.

“Please.” You roll your hips to match his thrusts, his rhythm gone, lost to his desperation. He forces the full weight of his body down into you, and with one final thrust, he swells and locks himself inside of you. You gasp and let out a muffled scream into the crook of Jensen’s neck as the two of you ride out your highs. 

After a few long minutes, Jensen’s chest heaves with labored breaths as he falls beside you. You’re left writhing on the sheets, whining at the loss of him inside of you. Jensen’s fingers trail lightly over your stomach, your muscles fluttering under his touch as you smile. 

“I love you.” You exhale, voice still shaky. “I,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “have been waiting all day for that.”

“I know you have.” He smirks, then clears his throat. “I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Jensen throws his legs over the edge of the bed and makes his way to the kitchen. You lay in bed until you hear the refrigerator door squeak open. Then you swing your legs off the side of the bed, find his discarded Henley, and pad toward Jensen.

You step into the kitchen and stand behind him at the island in the center of the room. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean your head against his back between his shoulder blades. Jensen hums as you press a kiss to his freckled skin, dragging your lips across his muscles. He drops his head and closes his eyes, a small groan catching in the back of his throat.

“Hmm?” The sound leaves your lips and vibrates off of Jensen’s back. He turns around and grabs you around the waist. Jensen spins the two of you so your back is pressed against the edge of the countertop. You reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you for a kiss.

“Again.” He mutters against your lips, and you bite his bottom lip as you nod your agreement. Jensen spins you around and lifts the hem of his shirt from your left hip. You reach down and fully discard the garment, crossing your arms across your chest and ripping it up over your head before tossing it onto the floor. Jensen’s lips instantly find your shoulder, his chest pressed against your back. As Jensen’s kisses flutter across your shoulder blade, the scruff on his face scratches at your skin. He scrapes his teeth along the ball of your shoulder and grabs a handful of your ass. 

Instinctively, you bend over, pulling yourself away from his mouth. His fingers trace the line of your spine, sending goosebumps crawling across your skin and a shiver through your body. Within a second, his gentleness is gone, replaced by wild desire. His hand wraps around your hair and yanks your head backwards while the other hand is firmly planted around your hip. You feel the prodding of his cock against your entrance.

Jensen slides into you, your body ready and waiting for him, drawing him in deeper. You clench around him as the front of his thighs meet the globes of your ass. He’s seated fully inside of you, but it’s not enough; you both need more.

Jensen draws back and begins his methodical movement. Your chest is pressed against the countertops, your nipples hard against the cold granite. You reach down and grip the edges as Jensen’s thrusts grow harder, slamming into you. He’s relentless, his hips slapping against your ass. You feel the warmth pooling between your legs, creeping down your thighs and into your feet.

Releasing the countertop, one of your hands travels to the apex of your thighs and you trace circles over your clit. Jensen tugs on your hair, still wrapped tightly in his fist. He continues rutting into you until your knees buckle and a wave of pleasure rocks through you. Jensen catches you when your legs give out, picking you up and sitting you on the countertop. He fucks into you again without hesitation. 

Wrapping your legs around Jensen’s hips, you urge him deeper into you, let him find the pace and angle that gives him the most pleasure. You lean back as Jensen looks down, watching his dick slide in and out of you. The sight of your bodies connected sends him careening toward the edge. As he pistons his hips recklessly, you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck, attaching your lips to his. The two of you kiss until you’re breathless, panting as he desperately clings to what’s left of his stamina.

Jensen feels the base of his cock swelling, and he knows you need him to knot you as badly as he needs to do it. He leans his forehead on your collarbone and grips your thigh as he empties himself into you. You gasp and cry out as he fills you, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. He breathes deeply, bringing himself down until he can slowly back out of you.

“Shower.” Jensen huffs, and you giggle and nod, sliding off the counter and taking Jensen’s hand as he guides you into the bathroom. He turns the water on and lets it warm up as your eyes linger on him. Once steam is filling the room, Jensen steps back and ushers you into the shower before stepping in behind you and closing the door.

As water cascades down Jensen’s back, you watch him with eyes filled with adoration. You find every freckle on his tanned skin, counting them like you haven’t done it hundreds of times already. He runs his fingers back through his hair and you smile at him when he turns around to face you. As your lips curl upward, Jensen’s eyes open and meet yours, then fall to your mouth. Within seconds, he’s backing you against the wall and cupping your jaw in his hands.

His lips mold with yours, slotting perfectly together before he pulls away and pulls at your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. He exposes your bottom teeth before his thumb breeches your barely parted lips. Jensen looks down at you as he tilts your head up to meet his stare, and you can see his eyes darken when you seal your lips around his finger.

All you need is Jensen. Your Alpha. And now that you finally have him, you feel at peace - sated, even. But he isn’t. Jensen is just getting started.

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Anytime, Sweetheart (Remastered)- Part Five

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)SERIES WARNINGS: (not specific to each chapter): violence, implied sexual assault, drug use, drinking, smut, murder, cursing, age-gap relationships, power dynamics, angst, slight slow burn, cheating... will update warnings as needed. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a rewrite! I originally wrote this, which can still be found in my master list, years and years ago and finally have decided to spruce it up a bit. This will be in third person POV and updated to be less... cringy as the original. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. I haven't written anything serious in years so this is me dipping my toes back in :) Face credit for OC is Taylor Momsen :) Tag List: @coffee-obsessed-writer @kazosa @lovetusk @sorenmarie87 @smoothdogsgirl

“Ho-lee-shit, baby doll!” Jeffrey bellowed as Kylin walked out of the bathroom after she finished getting ready.

The red dress she wore was floor length, but not overly formal. It was flowy with slits on the sides and a swooping neckline that gathered around her sternum. It exposed some cleavage but not too much, and the strappy heels she paired with it showed off her legs perfectly. She had done her hair in loose waves, and her makeup was dark and dramatic. She had even had time during the day to go to the nail salon below Jeff’s apartments and treat herself to a mani and pedi. 

Her cheeks burned with his praise as she took in his appearance. The man looked like sex on a stick. He was in a button up shirt that was almost the exact same color of red as her dress, black slacks, and the black blazer she had recently given back to him. He approached her and reeled her into his chest, his hands roaming down her sides as he bent over to nuzzle his beard across the sensitive flesh of her neck.

“You look divine, Ms. Ackles,” He growled as he rocked them side to side.

“Why thank you, Mr. Morgan,” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Anytime, Sweetheart.” He replied, and she could feel his smirk against her skin.

Jeffrey pulled away to look her up and down again. He shook his head as his eyes danced over her, his tongue between his teeth. He turned to the nearby coffee table and picked up a small box, wrapped in sparkling red paper with a big black bow, and held it out to her.

“What’s this?” She questioned as she took the box from his hand.

“I missed Christmas, and flowers aren’t the best birthday gift.” He grinned as he smoothed his beard with his hand.

She smiled back at him and unwrapped the paper, pulling it all off to reveal a black suede jewelry case. Jeffrey had crossed an arm across his chest to hold his elbow as he rubbed at his chin nervously, and nodded to her when she looked back at him. She popped the small box open and gasped. Inside was a beautiful black diamond tear shaped pendant, the large center gemstone surrounded by small rubies.

“This is too much, Jeff. How much did this cost you?” She asked as tears rimmed her eyes and threatened to ruin her makeup.

“Just a couple hundred thousand, nothing serious,” Jeffrey deadpanned, and Kylin’s eyes went wide, “I’m kidding, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. You deserve it.’

He reached for the box in her hand and removed the necklace. He moved behind her and she brushed her hair to the side for her to take. She held it up off of her neck as he fastened the clasps, and he let his fingertips trail down her skin to her shoulders, which sent a shiver down her spine. He bent down to press his lips against the back of her neck and goosebumps sprang up all over her. 

“Perfect,” He breathed in a whisper when he shifted her to turn around. Kylin looked at him in a daze, a soft smile formed on her lips. 

“You’re too good to me, Jeff.”

“Nothing is ever too good for you. Never good enough.” He cupped her face into his hands and leaned in to kiss her forehead. He smiled sweetly at her for a moment before extending his elbow for her to take, “But I’m not gonna stop trying.” 

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Jeffrey had made special reservations at a very nice restaurant that neither of them could pronounce the name of. They sat in the back booth of the dimly lit dining room and sipped wine, laughing a little too loud about absolutely everything.

“And then Danni just screetched at me as loud as she could ‘Get these fucking things outta me!’ while squeezing my hand so hard she popped my knuckles! I swear to God, if I ever have children, I want the best fucking drugs possible. I feel so bad for Gen right now.” Kylin declared as she snorted out a laugh into her wine glass. 

“Who in the Hell would want to do that to themselves? With twins especially? And Genevieve should know any kid of Jared’s is bound to be a fuckin’ bowling ball.” Jeffrey barked in reply. 

“So,” Kylin started a little later as she wiped her lips with her napkin, “Where are we watching the fireworks?”

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes at her and chuckled before looking down at his plate and shaking his head, “You can’t let anything be a surprise, can you?”

Kylin rolled her eyes in response. 

“The roof,” He replied with a wink.

After they finished their food, the server escorted them to a set of stairs that lead to the rooftop balcony. They were surrounded by about a hundred other people once they found the perfect spot, but as they swayed back and forth to the music with their arms wrapped around each other, neither could see anyone else. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jeffrey whispered, leaning down to touch his forehead to her’s. She closed her eyes and smiled as the ten second countdown to midnight began. She raised her gaze back to his as the seconds ticked by, and they found themselves lost in each other. His hands ran up her body and pushed themselves into her hair in the final seconds. 

“Three… Two…One,” He whispered in sync with the rest of the crowd, though at this point Kylin was completely oblivious to anything else around her as his face inched closer to her’s. He tightened his grip on her hair as he closed the gap between their mouths, a long awaited moment finally erupting as the fireworks took off in the background at the ball’s descent. Her eyes squeezed shut as a moan escaped from her lungs, and she held onto his shirt under his blazer for dear life. She prayed she wasn’t dreaming. He eagerly parted her lips with his own and pushed his tongue past her teeth, and she pushed hers back against his in a violent dance for dominance. His hands left her hair so one could hold her neck, and the other could drag itself down her body to the small of her back. He pulled her flush with his body as his fingertips kneaded into the waistband under her dress. He hummed into her mouth when he felt her breath hitch at his touch. They kissed each other with a fever, not releasing each other until the shouts of celebration at the new year had died down. 

Kylin finally let her eyes flutter open, only to be met by his intense gaze staring back at her. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face. Jeffrey smiled back nervously, and brought his hands to her face again and searched her eyes. She threw herself forward and kissed him again, and he smiled against her lips as he dipped her backwards. 

When they finally pulled apart, Kylin didn’t feel lost anymore. Didn’t feel broken. Just felt like she was falling.

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The rest of the evening was a blur, a haze of teeth and lips and limbs, and it wasn’t until they were back in Jeffrey’s apartment that either one of them attempted to compose themselves. 

“Wanna drink?” Jeffrey asked, even as his lips were still pressed against Kylin’s, who helped him push off his blazer.

“Yes,” Kylin replied once she pulled away to shrug off her own coat.

Jeffrey pulled her over to the couch and sat her down before he planted a kiss on her forehead with a smile. The butterflies were back and she knew her face had to be an embarrassing shade of red as she watched him saunter over to the liquor cabinet. He had a new little swagger about him that she hadn’t noticed before, and he gave her a wolfish grin as he pulled out the whiskey and glasses. His eyes only left her briefly when he looked down to pour the drinks.

Once back over to the couch, Jeffrey handed her the glass and sat at the other end of the sofa. He pulled her feet into his lap with his free hand and began working at her shoe straps. Once her feet were bare, he massaged her soles as they sat there and sipped their drinks. His dark glare bore into her as he admired her frame, and a dangerous smirk appeared as he leaned forward to place his glass on the coffee table.

Kylin eyed him suspiciously as she raised her own glass for a drink. She almost finished it in one gulp as she watched the look in his eyes alter, her anxiety spiking. Jeffrey craned his body sideways on the couch, rubbing both of his calloused hands up her legs. Kylin swallowed nervously as he lowered his mouth to the tattoo on her thigh, exposed from the slit in her dress. He looked up at her devilishly before rising up to settle between her legs. Her hands shook as she brought the glass to her lips for the final sip before she sat it down to join Jeffrey’s on the table. 

Kylin’s breath caught as he dug his hips into hers, and her thighs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist. She moaned his name into his ear as her hands found purchase in his hair. 

“You feel so good,” Jeffrey groaned as he rolled into her again. Kylin’s mind was a haze with lust and alcohol, and all she could do was whimper in reply and dig her nails into his shoulders. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, and then further down her neck, and he gently nipped the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Her breathing was heavy and her chest heaved against his as he continued his path down to the valley between her breasts. He shifted his weight to one arm so the other could roam down to push the neckline of her dress away. With better access, he licked over her nipple, his scruff rubbing against her skin deliciously. Kylin responded with a gasp and a moan, and her body shivered as she arched into him. Both of her hands returned to his hair and tugged, the heat between them pooling. A low growl reverberated within Jeffrey’s chest as he crashed his lips back to hers and bucked again, which earned him another whimper from Kylin. 

“So beautiful,” Jeff breathed as she moved her body against his. 

“Jeff,” She whispered back, anxiety and arousal mixing together to further dampen her ability to speak. They continued to move against each other, ecstasy brewing between their bodies that caused them both to shiver and groan. Jeffrey finally pulled away and leaned back onto his knees, and Kylin bit her lip at his disheveled state.

“We’ve gotta stop or you’re gonna make me nut myself.” Jeffrey breathed as his hands still danced over Kylin’s body. He pulled her skirt down reluctantly as his eyes still ate her alive.

Kylin nervously brought her hands to his strong thighs, and Jeffrey let her run them up before he stopped her when her fingers shakily reached his belt buckle.

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” Jeffrey breathed, his eyes closed as he removed her hands. He pulled her up and shifted them on the sofa to where she straddled his lap. Kylin leaned forward to compmature his lips as her hair fell in their faces. Jeff brought his hand that still held her wrists up to his chest, leaving them there so he could push her tangled hair out of the way. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jeffrey repeated with a gasp against her open mouth. She licked his upper lip and he drew her bottom one into his teeth. She ground down on him and moaned lightly, which earned her another groan from him.

“Fuck,” He choked as his hips rose up to meet hers one last time, “How do you do this to me?”

Kylin huffed at him as she pulled back, blowing her messy hair out of her face. She gave him an innocent smile while she looked into his eyes and cupped his chin. She let her fingertips run through the coarse, silver hair of his beard, “I don’t know.” 

Jeffrey swallowed and licked his lips before speaking again, in a raspy, almost-whisper, “I’m not gonna rush this thing with you, Ky. I know you’ve been through shit before, and I don’t wanna be someone who does it to you again,” He tucked her hair behind her ear as he continued, “I don’t know what this is, or what you want it to be But I know I enjoy spending time with you, and enjoy being around you, and enjoy touching you.” He squeezed her hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh there, a cocky smirk formed on his face, “I want you to know that you’re safe with me. That I’m not gonna hurt you, and I don’t expect anything from you.” 

“Thank you, Jeff,” Kylin whispered, trying to stave off the emotions that threatened to push over her tear ducts.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” He grinned, and pulled her back into another kiss that she instantly melted into.

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“I don’t want to go home tomorrow,” Kylin whined as they laid in his bed the next morning. They weren’t touching, but were in mirrored positions on their backs. 

“Then don’t,” Jeffrey hummed, turning his head to face her.

“I have to be at work by eight, silly. I got bills.” She giggled and turned her own head towards him.

Jeffrey rolled his eyes, “I’ll pay them for you, if you stay.”

Kylin gave him a sarcastic glare, “You know I won’t allow that. Plus, I’m up for a promotion at work, I need to go in.” 

“Oh yeah?” Jeffrey replied with lifted brows. He rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with his knuckles.

“Yup. They’re working on a move around and I’ll be taking John's bar manager spot since he’ll be moving positions too.” She answered with a proud smile.

“Big boss lady in a suit, huh?” He grinned and poked her in the sides.

“Yup.” She replied, popping the p sound with a giggle.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You deserve it.” Jeffrey said, and Kylin scooted over to him for a brief kiss before she rolled out of the bed. She started towards the bathroom when she felt Jeffrey’s hand come down with a soft smack to her ass. She gasped and spun around to see him looking away innocently.

“What?” He grinned when he returned his eyes to her, “Couldn’t help myself.”

She huffed out a laugh and flipped him off before continuing her journey to the shower.

They spent the morning lounging around his apartment, drinking coffee and watching TV. Kylin was flipping through channels while Jeffrey was in the bathroom, and came across the tail end of the second season premiere of Supernatural. She busted out laughing as Jeffrey returned to the room with a confused look on his face, “What’s so funny?”

Kylin turned up the volume on the television and spoke John Winchester’s line at the same time as the TV, and sarcastically feigned the emotion that he had had in the scene.

 “I just want you to know that I’m proud of you,” She looked up at Jeff with watery eyes and reached out her hand for him. He instantly erupted in his own laughter as he swatted her hand away.

“Enough of that now,” He said with a shake of his head as he plopped down on the sofa and stole the remote. 

“You’re no fun,” Kylin pouted, her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Pfft, I’m a riot,” He retorted, and threw his arm over Kylin’s shoulder to pull her into his side. 

“Whatever, old man.”  She poked his ribs, laughing as he jerked away from her.

“I’m about to start lunch, so don’t start with me,” He scolded, giving her a tickle of her own.

“Yeah, that’s right, feed me!” Kylin joked. She shrieked in laughter as he rolled over on top of her and continued his assault for another moment. Jeffrey finally pulled himself off of her and rose back to his feet while pointing to her, and shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen.

About half an hour later, Jeffrey was working on the meal when the doorbell rang. 

“Can you get that for me, sweet pea?” He shouted from the kitchen.

Anxiety instantly trembled through Kylin, who remembered the last time she’d answered the door in a home that wasn’t her’s, “Uh.. I’d rather not.”

Jeffrey appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, dishrag in his hand. He gave her a sympathetic look and repeated his previous words before he headed to the door, “You’re safe here, honey.”

“Who is it?” Jeffrey hollered as he whipped his hands and looked through the peephole.

“Little pig, little pig! Let. Me. In!” Came from the other side of the door before the doorbell rang again in short sporadic increments. 

Jeffrey barked out a loud laugh as he pulled the door open and in march Norman, two bottles of liquor in his hands.

“Who’s up for some fuckin’ day drankin’? Oh, Hey, Ms. Ackles, didn’t know you’d be here.” Norman lifted one of the bottles towards her in salutation.

“Hey, Norman,” Kylin replied, her nervousness shifting away at the sight of Jeff’s best friend, the sense of peace slightly returning. 

“How’re you doin’ girl?” Norman asked as Kylin stood to give him a hug.

“Good, you?” She replied as she watched him pull the bottles out of their paper bags. 

“Better now! Came to get day drunk with my buddy and he’s got a hot girl here! It’s a win!” Norman laughed with a wink in Ky’s direction.

“She’s been here all weekend, douchebag. You’ve known this.” Jeffrey joined them at the table with three glasses, shaking his head.

“Okay, yeah, but I kinda figured you would have scared her away by now.” Norman teased. He quickly dodged a slap to the back of his head by Jeffrey while he opened the bottle of brown liquor. He turned to Kylin and asked,  “Whiskey, Sweetheart?”

“It’s barely noon, Noman,” Kylin replied with a quirked eyebrow.

“A double she says!” Norman barked out in an Irish accent. He poured them each a healthy glass. Kylin snorted as she picked up her glass, and Norman pushed the other into Jeff’s hand and raised his own in the air, a little bit splashing on the table.

“What’s the mahogany, you dick,” Jeffrey chided before he tossed his glass back and finished it in two huge gulps.

Kylin lifted her own glass and took a sip, and looked at the two men in confusion when they stared back at her. 

“What?”

“I thought you were like, a professional drinker.” Norman teased.

Jeffrey huffed a laugh and shrugged his shoulders in agreement  with his friend.

Kylin rolled her eyes and tilted her head back, downing all the amber liquid at once. 

“Better?” Kylin asked as she held the empty glass up and gave them a deadpanned look.

“I like ‘er, Jeff. Let’s keep her around.” Norman beamed as he threw his arms over Jeff’s shoulders and pulled him into his side.

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The night wore on, and by ten o’clock, the second bottle had been busted open and Kylin was laying on the couch drifting in and out of sleep as Norman and Jeffrey talked in the dining room.

“Man, she’s something else,” Norman chuckled lowly, his eyes on Kylin snoring softly on the sofa.

“I think this is the first time I’ve actually outdrank her.” Jeffrey rasped jokingly as he brought his glass to his lips. 

“Everything goin’ alright?” Norman asked after he took his own sip, giving Jeffrey a sideways glance.

“Yeah, brother, everything is great so far. I feel like a fourteen year old kid, though.” Jeffrey sighed as he placed the glass on the table, “I don’t wanna do anything to fuck it up, ya know?”

“I get it man, but you’re not like that anyway.”

“Obviously, but I’ve seen how the shit she’s been through can affect someone. The first time I met her she was so fucking broken and I…” Jeffrey trailed off and had to blink a couple of times to keep his emotions in check.

“That’s why she needs you, dude.” Norman replied, his head tilted slightly with his eyebrows raised, “and you need her after that crazy bitch.” 

“I just don't wanna push the girl into feeling like she says she did with that jackass.”

“Then don’t.” Norman said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

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The next morning, they were at the airport, hangovers in full effect. 

“Ugh, whyyyy?” Kylin wined, stomping her foot as she leaned her head into Jeffrey’s sternum. They were waiting for her bags to be checked in what seemed like an endless line of fellow travelers.

“It’ll be alright, sweet pea, just have a drink on the plan and get some sleep,” Jeffrey curled his long arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

It was soon time for them to say goodbye, and JEffrey engulfed her into his arms and leaned down to smother her in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced around with hers, and they explored each other's mouths with urgency. Kylin couldn’t stop the tears from forming in her eyes as they clung to each other. 

“Shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” He whispered as he wiped the stray tears away from her cheeks.

“I can’t help it, I’m such a pussy.” Kylin laughed, shaking her head against his chest.

“Then what the hell am I?” Jeffrey looked down at her and revealed his own watery eyes. 

“A bigger pussy,” Kylin sniffed before giving him the last kiss she could, not knowing when she would see him again. 

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New Perspective

Chapter Thirteen: Pomp and Circumstance

Warnings: HEAVY on the transphobia for this one, deadnaming, getting drunk to cope, otherwise pretty fluffy

Word Count: 4.9k

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Avery felt as if she was on the cusp of something. Something great. But she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

The short novel she wrote for one of her previous classes was turned in with forty thousand words but then she kept working on it afterward. Refining it. Adding to it. Changing around a few things. Then Avery realized the paper would make for a great biography rather than just a story. Avery was glad she had kept quite a few journals since she was ten. She had Jensen read it to make sure that’s what she wanted to do and he agreed, after he cried a few times. He had known bits of Avery’s pre-transition life but nothing to the extent of what happened in the story. What she had to go through to become the woman she was. 

“You really should publish this,” Jensen said softly. “I think it’d also be nice to have a physical copy.” He hated reading stuff longer than a page on his phone. 

Avery squirmed under the prospect of publishing a book. Especially so young. What if it flopped? She knew her friends would buy it and a lot of trans people likely would too but that wasn’t enough to make a profit. Or maybe she was just making up excuses in her mind so she wouldn’t have to risk feeling like a failure. 

So she sent the paper to her brother. Jacob was good at giving unadulterated, truthful feedback. Critical, a bit mean sometimes, but needed.

“It’s written beautifully. I cried near the beginning.” Avery was shocked. Jacob never cried. Well, he cried sometimes. But not at movies and certainly not books. “Jensen might be onto something. It is a niche but I think more people need to see this. More people need to see themselves.”

With the affirmation of her brother, Avery published it. All by herself. Perhaps with a little help from Jensen. Under the name of “To My Ten-Year-Old Self.” The book cover wasn’t anything fancy, an art piece Avery did of a flower in a vase with a few petals missing. 

Excerpt from To My Ten-Year-Old Self:

I discovered Supernatural when I was fifteen. I was starting to fully understand what I was feeling around the same time, I think that’s part of the reason I latched onto Dean so much. Latched onto Jensen. I related to his character too much. The overwhelming need to please my parents, conform to what they wanted that I got so convinced it was me. But it never was. Seeing a character parallel so well with my experiences opened my eyes. 

I got my brother to smuggle me HRT a few months into watching the show. I was on the current season by then, season twelve. 

My parents hadn’t even noticed. Not for a while. I’m not sure if I should be grateful or disappointed. I was basically taking illegal drugs. Or, that’s what I was doing in their eyes. In mine, I needed them to live my life truthfully. Without it, I’m not sure my life would have ended but it certainly wouldn’t have been good for me. 

As I got older, my love for Supernatural began to dwindle bit by bit. I was living my truth and I didn’t need to have Dean in my life as much. But there was one thing on my bucket list that I had been wanting to do for a while. For my 21st birthday, I had wanted to go to Jensen Ackles’ brewery—Family Business Beer Company for the uninitiated—and I had the chance to, so I did. With some friends, because I’m not insane enough to go alone. 

My birthday is in the summer, late June, so the Texas heat was scorching and uncomfortable when we went. 

I had only ever dreamed of meeting Jensen. I had no money to buy con tickets since I was—and at the time of writing this, still am—a broke college student, I’m not an actress so there was no fucking way I’d meet him for free because we were cast in the same show, it was a snowball’s chance in Hell that Jensen was at the brewery on some random Tuesday where there wasn’t an event going on, and I lived in South Carolina. Famous people didn’t go to South Carolina all willy-nilly. My South Carolina native friends will be the first to admit this state is a Hell Hole. 

But then I did meet him. And I was on the verge of wanting to thank him for putting his all into a character that meant so much to me.

And then he asked me out later. I couldn’t believe it.

“I’m bisexual.” I had said. My defense mechanism. Jensen, for all intesnive purposes, was a straight man. A straight man who, to my knowledge, had never and would never date a queer woman. 

The number of times in my life where being bisexual was the dealbreaker and not the fact that I was trans was depressingly hilarious. You would think it was the other way around.

“That’s okay.” Jensen responded. He didn’t care. 

And I know that because he’s in the same room as I am while I’m writing this. 

The book was published a few days before Avery graduated and she was pleasantly surprised by its sales. She blamed it in part by Misha promoting it on his Instagram. And Jensen. And Felicia. And nearly every other cast member of Supernatural besides Jared. Avery didn’t ask any of them to do that, it sort of just happened. Jensen likely had something to do with it. 

Avery sat in a horribly uncomfortable plastic chair in the middle of May in her cap and gown. She waved to her friends who were in different rows than her and then looked up at the stage. She got a good laugh at how Jensen looked in his mandatory gown. It looked way too large on him. 

Jacob: I'm here. Which row are you in again?

Avery took out her phone and checked it, humming slightly as she counted. Jacob would likely be on her right side near the middle. 

avery: three rows from the stage, im near the end on the right if you're looking straight-on at the stage

Jacob: Alright.

Sometimes Avery wondered how her brother was in the same generation as her. He texted like a millennial. She put her phone away and looked up at the stage as the president of the university came up to speak. Some generic speech about perseverance and how the world is their oyster that Avery didn't pay much attention to. And neither did a lot of her peers. They just wanted their degrees and be done with it. 

But then they invited Jensen up to speak. Avery straightened her back as she looked up at him. He easily found her in a sea of red caps and gowns and smiled. Avery could tell there was nervousness bubbling up inside him. He had to talk to a couple hundred students, some of whom probably didn't know who he was. 

"Hi." Jensen addressed the whole class. "When I was asked to be your guest speaker, I was pretty shocked. I mean, I've been doing the same exact thing for the past fifteen or so years so not that exciting." That got him a few laughs. Just as he wanted. "But I have learned a lot in those fifteen years. So why don't I tell you? Maybe you'll take it to heart. Or not. Up to you." Jensen took a deep breath and glanced at Avery for support. She gave him two thumbs up.

"Your life, it ain't always going to be pretty. You will fall, you will go down the wrong path, you'll get so drunk you forget your last name, you'll hate everything and everyone around you, you'll make that call to your ex." Jensen pursed his lips as he grabbed the sides of the podium. "You'll fall in love. You'll become a better person. Be successful. Make friends that will be there for you at your lowest. Have times when you feel like you're on top of the world. And maybe you are. But you will fail far more than you succeed." He smiled softly. "That's not a bad thing. Hopefully, that means you'll learn from it and get better at navigating the game of life. It's all about how you bounce back. Will you get ground to dust? Or will the pressure turn you into a diamond? I hope the diamond. But it all depends on you."

Jensen glanced down at his printed-out speech. That was where it ended. But he had more to say. Something he felt like needed to be said. He glanced at Avery and took a breath. "I hope that, as you grow, you will not compromise who you are for anyone. For most of you, this is where your college journey ends, and you will become adults with real jobs. You're young but you are not a child anymore. Meaning that your parents have no control of you. You'll live in different places and not have to see them more than you want to. And for some, that's scary. For others, that means freedom. Freedom from expectations. The freedom to be who you truly are. Become who you've always wanted to become. That's exciting, isn't it?" He returned to his seat as a swell of applause started.

Avery bit the inside of her cheek, smiling softly as she clapped. Probably the loudest and most enthusiastic. She knew this day was mostly about celebrating her and her friends but something inside her made her proud of Jensen. His speech was heartfelt and hit her deeply. Even after the fifty or so times he practiced it with her. But this time it felt different. Had a different weight to it. Maybe because it was the real thing.

Then the president started calling names of graduates. Avery was glad she was near the front but she didn't want to leave without Jensen so she'd stay with her brother until the precession ended. 

When Elena's name was called, Avery cheered loudly as well as a few of her other friends. She grabbed her diploma and shook hands with the president. Then Jensen. As she walked off the stage, Avery noticed he had to push his hand into his pocket. Her eyebrows furrowed. Elena must have given him something. 

"Avery Cairo, Bachelor of Arts in English." 

She stood from her chair and walked down the line to get onstage. She took her diploma from the President and shook his hand then quickly did the same with Jensen. He gave her a warm smile. The kind of smile that was only reserved for her. She met Elena off the field and hugged her.

Elena vibrated with excitement. "We're free!" She nearly yelled. "Well, I am. Not you." She teased as she wrapped an arm around Avery's shoulder. Which was hard since she needed to reach so high. Avery ended up hunching her back. 

"Yeah, well… I think being Dr. Cairo sounds cool." Avery smiled as they walked into the stadium. Elena's parents were waiting for her, as well as her boyfriend. Avery waved a quick hello and left to go find her brother. Elena's parents weren't the greatest… Thankfully they had no idea she was trans. 

avery: im in the stadium

Jacob: I'm on the way in

Avery hummed as she leaned against a wall, watching different graduates find their parents. They got hugs, flowers, and words of affirmation. A part of her knew she would have wanted that a year or two ago. Not so much anymore. She had Jensen. Her brother was trying. And her friends would always be there for her. 

"There you are!" A familiar voice. Not the one Avery expected. Misha stood with a bouquet of different colored roses and offered them to her. "Jensen got these for you. Well, I bought them with his money." He winked.

Avery took the flowers from him. Speechless. She looked from the flowers to Misha. "Why are you here?" She asked. It was the only thing she could muster. She hadn't invited him. Jensen probably did. And she didn't give him any tickets. But then again, the people at the gates could care less about checking tickets. 

"Jensen told me to." Misha shrugged. "He didn't tell me to. But I think he thought it'd be nice to have someone else wait with you." He nudged Avery with a sly smile. "He really likes you, y'know?"

Avery nodded, feeling her heart swell. Her lips formed into an easy smile. "I know." 

Something inside Avery made her think Misha was like Jensen's Elena. The friend he could say anything and everything to and they'd be immediately understanding of it. And vice versa. 

She brought the flowers to her nose and took a deep breath. They smelled amazing. Misha had good taste in flowers and how to pick them. 

"Who's that?" Jacob asked with a furrowed brow once he met Avery. He looked at Misha, skeptical. 

Jacob may have known Jensen, but that's only because Avery could not shut up about him when they were younger. Misha, not so much. He caught her watching Supernatural in passing and wouldn't recognize him outside seeing his character in the show. 

Misha held out his hand and offered Jacob a smile. "Jensen's—and now Avery's—bestie. Dmitri." He said with a straight face.

Jacob shook his hand as Avery glared at Misha. "It's Misha. Dmitri is his given name but he goes by Misha." She clarified. Jacob was still confused. 

He shook his head and then focused on Avery. "Are all your friends weird?" 

"Yeah, pretty much." Avery admitted with a fond smile. Mercer could blanket himself as normal far better than others but he was still plenty weird. Jensen was similar, but more willing to show his weirdness to the entire world than Mercer. 

Misha was able to make an easy conversation with Jacob. They talked about houses, specifically how Misha built his own as well as some furniture pieces. Avery just listened, finding it fascinating. On the surface, Misha was just some guy. Someone she'd probably see at a mall or grocery store and not think twice about if she hadn't seen the show. But he was a carpenter, a charity organizer, an actor—a damned good one by Avery's accounts—and a pretty funny guy. Personable. He could make friends with almost anyone. Being friends with Jacob was like a piece of cake. 

The actor was in the middle of showing a few pieces of furniture he recently made to Jacob while Avery saw something out of the corner of her eyes. Their parents. 

And they were making a B-line towards them. 

"Jacob!" Avery hissed, gripping his arm. "You didn't tell them about this did you?" Even if he did, she wasn't sure why they'd want to come. They had cut contact with her completely for a reason. 

Jacob's eyes shifted to their parents and shook his head. "I may have mentioned it but I never said when." He admitted in a hushed voice. 

"Who're we talking about here?" Misha asked, confused. Avery had hinted at her bad relationship with her parents to Misha but nothing more. 

"Hello." The familiar sound of her mother's voice. Sweet, but too sweet. 

Avery straightened her back. She promised herself she'd be strong if she ever saw them again. Three years was not enough time to completely get over what she went through all because of her parents. 

"What, no hello?" Her father asked. He looked Avery up and down. She could see the disgust in his eyes. 

Avery pursed her lips, resisting the urge to start yelling at them. But she was in public. Surrounded by other people who were happy, excited even. And Avery was. For a few minutes. "You don't deserve one." She was surprised at how even her voice sounded. She didn't feel calm or collected. "Why are you here?"

"We paid for this, I think we deserve to be here." Her mother stated, narrowing her eyes at Avery. "And we wanted to see what you've become. Just look at yourself. Why don't you come home, J–"

Jacob grunted. "Don't say that." Avery was astonished. The audacity of her parents was unmatched. 

"You're paying for nothing." Jensen said with a tight smile. 

He was freed a few minutes ago from the stage and promptly threw his robes off. Underneath, he wore a crisp navy blue suit and a matching tie. Jensen looked for Avery and found her, talking to people he didn't recognize but she looked irritated. He caught a few words from their conversation as he got closer. It was her parents.

Avery's father looked at Jensen. He didn't recognize him at all—her mother did—but he could tell he was far older than Avery. And by the way Jensen's hand was around her waist, he had an inkling of the nature of their relationship. "So you're a hooker now?"

Avery let out a breath through her nose. Jacob was gearing up to defend her while Jensen stepped closer to her father. His jaw was clenched as were his fists. He was in protective mode. "You are a sorry excuse for a father. All of your children have moved miles away from you. To get away from you. Doesn't that say something? About who you are? I'm sorry you can't see that your daughter is happy. Happier with me than she ever would have been staying with you. Not to mention, far more successful too." Jensen looked at the older man carefully, thinking about how easy it would be to kill him. Just for a second. 

Her father's gaze wavered for a second. He wasn't scared… perhaps ill at ease. "My son is delusional. So are you. You like taking it up the ass, huh? Is that why he's got you wrapped around his finger?" Her mother gasped behind her, mainly at the mention of sex. 

Jensen let out a dry laugh. "Yeah. And?" He cocked an eyebrow. Her father didn't have a response to that. "My wife has given me the time of my life on more than one occasion,"

"Did you two get married without telling me?" Misha asked Avery in a whisper. She shook her head, also confused. 

"So I think you should shut the fuck up. And never talk to Avery again." Jensen finished with a small huff of air. He glanced from her father to her mother.

Her father backed down while her mother did not. "You don't understand. You are feeding into his delusion. There's something wrong in his head. Biologically, he's–" She tried.

Jensen glared at her. Jacob took the lead this time, considering that Jensen looked like he wanted to kill someone. "Avery is not a man. She never was and never will be." He said firmly. "Maybe if she had parents who loved her, she wouldn't have felt the need to hide it for so long. She would've grown up as a woman and been happy. But that didn't happen. Instead, we got you." 

"Julien." Her mother looked right at Avery, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Please."

The use of her dead name didn't affect her. What did was the pity her mother wanted to have for her. For herself. "No. No!" Avery growled. "You cannot guilt trip me into doing whatever you want anymore. You do not control my life. I am happy. So happy. And it just sucks that you can't see that. You don't get it. I don't think you ever will. And I never want you in my life ever again because of that." She wanted to say more but she was afraid she'd start yelling with tears rolling down her face. She always got emotional when she got angry. 

Avery turned on her heels and walked out of the stadium. Jensen quickly followed with Misha and Jacob behind him. She took her cap off and ran a hand through her hair. Her heartbeat was running a mile a minute and she couldn't focus. The flowers. She brought the flowers to her nose and breathed. A familiar smell always calmed her down. Something simple to focus on.

Jensen set a hand on one of her arms as he came up behind her. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked softly. 

"No. Not really." Avery mumbled. "This day was meant to be exciting," She pursed her lips, "The start of a new chapter. But it just feels like I've been rereading the same part over and over again." 

Jensen brought Avery close to hold her in his arms. "It is a new chapter." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You have me. And you don't ever have to see your parents ever again. Not if I can help it." He ran a hand through her hair then nodded at Misha and Jacob who seemed to be wondering if she was okay. 

Avery clung to Jensen and sighed. She wanted to cry. But she didn't have any more tears. Or maybe she was dehydrated. It was a hot day in the middle of May. "I love you so much." She whispered. 

"I love you too, sweetheart." Jensen smiled softly. He slipped a hand to her waist. "Now, there's this party happening tonight…" He hummed softly. "Might be nice to forget about your problems. At least, for a little while." 

Avery let out a small laugh. Jensen liked seeing her smile. "It's at my house, I kinda have to go." She pointed out with a fond look. 

"We could always hole up in your room. If you really want that." Jensen suggested softly, cupping her cheek.

Avery shook her head. "No, no. Uh, I do want to get drunk out of my mind so I don't have to think about that anymore." She admitted with a small laugh. Avery knew it wouldn't be a good coping mechanism but, fuck, she deserved it. At least once. 

—----

Seeing Avery properly let loose was something. There weren't many people in the house, about fifteen or so more people than those who inhabited the house—including Jensen. Music was blaring, he recognized it as Taylor Swift's style. Elena and Avery were screaming the lyrics at each other while Jensen nursed a beer, watching them with amused eyes. It's been nearly a year and Avery still had a few cans of Cosmic Cowboy leftover from her trip. 

Avery glanced over at Jensen and pulled him close. She had a can of some sort of seltzer he didn't recognize in one hand. She had quite a few. More than he'd ever seen her drink. So getting absolutely smashed was her plan. 

"I love you so much…" Avery breathed into Jensen's ear before she pressed a kiss to his cheek. So Avery was a sappy drunk? Fun.

Jensen let out a small laugh. "I love you too." He pressed a kiss to her head, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

Avery maneuvered out of his arm and shook her head, a smirk graced her lips as she set her drink down. "Dance with me."

The music in the background had changed. It sounded retro but Jensen couldn't quite place what it was. He set his drink next to Avery's and smiled back at her. Her eyes glimmered with excitement. She took his hand and stepped backwards a bit, closing her eyes as she shook her hips to the beat and mouthed the lyrics. Jensen did the same but kept his eyes on her. Avery was stumbling a bit and he wasn't sure if it was on purpose. 

After a few seconds, Avery let go of Jensen's hand and twirled around in a circle with a wide smile on her face. When she opened her eyes, they landed on Jensen yet again. But for a different reason. 

"Do you think, if we left, people would notice?" Avery asked in a whisper. 

Jensen pursed his lips and shook his head. "Unless we're talking about you going to bed, yes." 

"I'm definitely talking about my bed." Avery teased softly. 

So Avery was also a horny drunk. Jensen sighed and shook his head again, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I mean sleep, sweetheart." He looked at her pointedly. As much as he liked seeing her so carefree, he wasn't one to take advantage of her like this. Jensen liked knowing Avery's more coherent brain wanted him. Not her under the influence. 

"Oh, c'mon, honey," Avery whined, leaning into Jensen's shoulder. "I'll make it worth your while."

Jensen let out a chuckle, amused as he led Avery upstairs and motioned to Elena that she needed some sleep. Elena immediately turned the music down. Avery couldn't sleep well unless it was nearly silent. "And how are you gonna do that?" He asked with a cock of his eyebrow. 

Begrudgingly, Avery moved her feet. "I can suck dick pretty well." She hummed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Jensen pursed his lips and laughed quietly. He didn't doubt she could, but he had a feeling it'd be better when she wasn't under the influence. He might've thought about it a few times before then though. Couldn't blame him, Avery had a nice set of lips. He had a few daydreams. 

Closing the door, Jensen locked it once he sat Avery on the bed. The alcohol didn't make her look too different. Her hair was messier than usual and her makeup was a bit smudged, but that happened throughout the day anyway. 

"I'm gonna take off your clothes, okay?" Jensen said softly, cupping her cheek gently. 

Avery pouted softly. "For the wrong reasons." But she let Jensen unzip the dress she wore anyway. 

The skin-to-skin contact wasn't foreign to her anymore but the feeling was still electric. Jensen pulled down the straps as he pressed a kiss to Avery's forehead, glancing down at her face as she took a deep breath. Then he kneeled between her legs to slip the dress all the way off. 

"Reminds me of something." Avery commented with a smirk. 

Jensen rolled his eyes. "I'll be between your knees again some other time." That was a promise. He stood to set the dress in her laundry basket. 

"Oh? You like my dick that much, huh?" Avery teased playfully. She'd be mortified in the morning if Jensen told her what happened. He planned on keeping this funny, harmless moment to himself. 

Jensen turned back to Avery. "I do," He admitted with a light smile. "Now, c'mon, it's time for bed." 

"Why are you still wearing clothes?" Avery snuggled underneath the covers, pulling them up to her chin. She looked adorable. 

Jensen tucked a stray piece of hair behind Avery's ear. "I'll take 'em off. But I'm wearing a lot more than you were." He pointed out softly. The suit he wore came with a vest, not to mention he'd also have to take off his tie. 

Avery's eyes started to droop with sleep. "True. I'm not sure what I like more…" A crease formed between her eyebrows while her tongue peeked out from her lips. "You with a three-piece suit on or naked. It's hard to choose. You look great in both." 

Jensen let out a soft chuckle as he sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head. "You must think about this a lot." 

"At least once every week." Avery admitted. 

The answer didn't surprise Jensen. He simply closed his eyes for a second and looked away from Avery who fell asleep almost immediately after, soft snores coming from her. Jensen smiled softly at her before he stood and stripped from his clothes. 

When he got in bed next to her, the sheets moved slightly. Avery got a few new tattoos over the past few months, ones Jensen hadn't gotten the chance to see yet. On the side of her torso, near her ribs, sat a small anti-possession symbol. Jensen bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smile. From who? He didn't know. Avery was asleep and everyone else was downstairs. He pressed his face into Avery's neck and took a breath. 

Jensen was glad Avery was going to move in with him soon. He couldn't wait to go to sleep like this every night. Hopefully for the rest of their lives. 

It was futile to try to put how Jensen felt into words. There weren't enough words across any language to truly describe it. The magnitude. Even the simplest of things, like being in bed with Avery, made him feel so much. For a while, he didn't think he'd ever feel love again. Jensen was content with just work, work, work. But that wasn't living, was it? Looking back, it wasn't. It was a distraction of sorts. 

There was something missing in Jensen's life. He felt it before he got divorced but it was easier to deal with. But then the divorce happened and it wasn't so easy to deal with. Apparently, that missing thing was Avery. 

Her perfect smile, her horrible Southern accent, her ice-blue eyes, her wonderfully unhinged jokes, her freckled body, her compassion, her everything. Jensen wanted to worship her like she might worship the moon. He was halfway there.

Just one more step.

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[itsblasttothepast]

What are you thoughts of RPF? Do you think the drivers read fanfictions? I have this idea they read fanfics in they're free time and have fun with the ships

Honestly, I never considered I would like RPF... but Supernatural ruined that for me, haha. However, one thing is enjoying fanworks, and another is harassing the actors or RP about their personal lives (like hating their partners and such).

In F1 is the same, I take them as characters in the novela, but knowing is fiction and they have their own private life. As if I think they read fanfics, I like to imagine some of them do, and even enter ships' discourse, I categorize it like this:

Remember, my opinion only, but Alonso would totally write fics shipping himself with everyone.

Also, the rookies (Ollie, Kimi) read fics and enjoy the 'enemy to lovers' tag for the Mercedes/Ferrari/RBR/McLaren drivers.

Edit: Uploaded the picture again because apparently the background made difficult to read the text; hopefully it's fixed now.

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FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 32 to 38.

Here are my picks for Dec 13th 2024, please go give them a read:

Baby it's Cold by @winchestergirl2 - Alec tries to convince you to stay in bed. (Alec McDowell x Reader, Dark Angel)

Mechanic and Mistletoe by @deanwanddamons - Y/N, an ER nurse is driving home to her Mom on Christmas Eve. Her car breaks down on the side of the road. She calls Winchester Singer Autos and Bobby sends Dean to help her. Will she make it to her Mom in time for Christmas? And will she get back home in time for her shift on Boxing Day? (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural) Father Material by @wayward-dreamer - Curiosity from the public and media has Ben expressing his dream to be a father. Y/N wants to make his dream a reality. (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader, The Boys)

Before You Go by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - You thought you had it all figured out, but when a certain green-eyed stranger keeps showing up in your life and turns it upside down you wonder if it’s best to push him away or if you should let him in. Reader is a grad student in medical school that doesn’t know anything about the supernatural world. This is just a collection of one-shots that all take place in the same world. (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural) Smokey Snuggles, Zero Struggles by @syrma-sensei - Request: laying in his arms while he smokes (Soldier Boy x Reader, The Boys)

Unresolved by @nightxcreature - Reader finds Demon Dean on a hunt, but maybe she shouldn't have. (Demon!Dean x Reader, Supernatural) You Belong With Me by @justwhisperingfantasies - You're in love with your best friend, but he is with someone else. You try to move on when the new cute guy in town asks you on a date. (Beau Arlen x Reader, Big Sky) Wake Up Call by @zepskies - Sam often gets up before you in the morning. He enjoys luring you into the waking world. (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural)

Question...? by @collecting-stories - After leaving your home in Boston for a new life, a ghost from the past rolls into the same place and you can’t shake the feelings you once had for him. (Tom Davidson x Reader, Walker: Independence) Little Soldier by @lila-lou - Ben’s approach to parenting is all grit and discipline, just like the way his own father raised him. But with a little nudge from you, he starts to see that being a good dad is more than just teaching strength—it’s about showing love too. (Soldier Boy x Reader, The Boys)

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Title: Fireworks Summary: When (Y/N)’s BFF invites her to a 4th of July party she would never imagine meeting the man of her dreams… literally. Main Characters: Glen Powell, Reader Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluffy/RPF Word Count: 5376 A/N: Jumping back into the saddle so please forgive all the rough edges.

“Honey, I’m home!”

(Y/N) looked up to see her best friend walking through her front door, “Addison! Why didn’t you tell me you were in town?”

She hugged her hard, missing her BFF more than she realized. A year ago, Addison got the opportunity of a lifetime to be the personal assistant to a Hollywood actor. She had been traveling the world, hanging out on movie sets and living her best life. Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still living in their hometown of Austin, Texas working at the same high school, in the same position for nearly a decade.

“I’m sorry, my boss has had me planning this big Fourth of July party and today is the first day I’ve had time to come see you.”

They both sat down on her couch as (Y/N) paused her millionth rewatch of Supernatural, “How are you planning a party here if he lives in L.A.?”

Addison smiled, “He recently moved back to Austin, so it looks like I will be coming back here as well.”

(Y/N) let out a squeal hugging her friend tightly, “Oh my god, that’s amazing! I mean I know you’re gonna be busy but damn will it be good to have you back here.”

For the next few hours they caught up on each other’s lives or lack of one for (Y/N). They ordered dinner and were getting ready to watch one of their favorite rom-coms when Addison’s phone rang.

“Hey boss, what’s up?”

(Y/N) watched her friend’s face light up and suddenly her body was filled with envy. She was incredibly proud of the life her friend created but it was a reminder of how boring of a life she had. She couldn’t even remember the last thing she had been excited for except for maybe the new Twisters movie coming out later in the month.

“You got it. I will confirm everything and send you an email update.” Addison paused listening, “Yes, I will make sure to bring someone with me. See you tomorrow.”

“From the look on your face I would say you love your job.” Addison nodded with a smile, “I really do. He’s great and nothing like the other Hollywood douchebags. He’s just a good ole Texas boy. Kind of reminds me of Jensen and Jared.”

(Y/N) remembered her best friend's time volunteering at Creation Entertainment Supernatural conventions. She eventually was one of the workers who helped walk the actors to and from ops. Several times she had walked with Jared Padalecki or (Y/N)’s favorite actor, Jensen Ackles. That was how she had met them and found out they were truly just as nice and humble as everyone said they were.

“He wants me to bring someone to his party. What do you say?”

“Me?” She stared at Addison, “Don’t you think you should bring someone more interesting or fun?”

Her friend slipped her arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, “No. There’s no one else I would rather bring than my best friend. Plus, who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone there and hit it off.”

“Yeah. Right.” She scoffed, “The plain Jane school secretary hitting it off with some Hollywood hunk. This is reality and not fanfiction.”

“Please? For me? It would mean the world to me if you came and then I can finally introduce you to my boss.” Addison stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes then smiled, “Fine. Only because I love you.”

“Yay! If you want we can go get you a swimsuit and a new outfit. On me, of course, as a thank you.”

“I’m immediately regretting this decision…” She groaned.

The next day, they spent the day going to lunch and shopping. After one crying session in a dressing room and a slight argument in front of a cashier, (Y/N) arrived back home with three bags worth of stuff. Addison had convinced her to buy a two piece swimsuit. She was always hyper aware of her body even after losing a lot of weight. She was still plus size with killer curves and she was proud of her body. Knowing she was going to be around beautiful actors and models made her notice every little imperfection she had. Staring at the dark green checkered pattern suit made her stomach churn.

“It will be fine, (Y/N). No one is going to notice you anyway.” She murmured to herself.

The morning of July 4th, Addison was at her apartment bright and early, “I’m sorry it’s so early on your day off. My boss wants me at his house early and I figured you wanted to ride over with me.”

(Y/N) yawned, “It’s fine. I have my Monster and should be some form of human like by the time we get there.”

Addison led her out to a brand new Jeep Wrangler that was the same orange as the Longhorns. They threw their stuff in the back and headed off onto highway 290 towards Dripping Springs.

“Please tell me this is his car and not yours.” (Y/N) said as Addison started laughing.

“Yes, it’s his. I still have old faithful who recently hit 200,000 miles and is still purring like a kitten.” Addison turned on her Spotify playlist, “He’s a big Longhorns fan so anything he can get in burnt orange he does.”

One thing (Y/N) loved about living in Austin was the scenery. It had been awhile since she had driven out to Hill Country. The last remaining bluebonnets were holding on strong from a late blooming season mixing with other wildflowers. She couldn’t help to notice they were headed the same direction as Family Business Brewery.

“If we’re going to Family Business and Jensen is going to be there then I need some notice to calm my inner fangirl.”

Addison shook her head, “No, he just lives near there. I know he invited Jensen and Jared’s families but I think they have a convention this weekend.”

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief then continued to admire the scenery around her while they sang to their favorite songs. Soon they were pulling up to a newly built, gated home. The main house was a subtly modern farmhouse with a big wrap around porch. Addison parked in front of the three car garage behind the house and that’s when (Y/N) saw a beautiful red barn straight out of a western movie.

“Wow…” She said, grabbing her things and following her friend to the pool house.

“Make yourself at home, this is where I stay. It’s easier for me to be close by than to have my own place and worry about subletting it.”

(Y/N) found pictures of her best friend in various cities, countries with celebrities she admired. There were also plenty of pictures of them together throughout their friendship including childhood and being roommates at UT-Austin. She looked at one picture of Addison pulled into a big hug from Glen Powell.

“You’ve met Glen Powell and didn’t tell me!” (Y/N) smacked her BFF’s shoulder, “How dare you.”

Addison laughed, “He’s a sweetheart.”

“Talk about good ole Texas boy… by god not that I need another bow legged Texan to love, but whew!” (Y/N) fanned herself.

“Come on, help me organize the food and everything before my boss gets home.”

There were tables set up in the massive backyard with a food buffet large enough to feed an army. (Y/N) found herself enjoying helping Addison get everything ready. She was helping the DJ get set up in the barn when Addison called out to her.

“Hey, my boss is here. I’m going to the main house to help him with something then I’ll be back.”

“Got it boss lady!” (Y/N) laughed as her friend rolled her eyes.

She was putting the last touches of the Firecracker themed tables together when a low, raspy voice came from behind her.

“Nicely done. You must be Addison’s best friend.”

She turned around and froze, “Holy shit, you’re Glen Powell.”

He laughed holding out his hand to her, “Yes, but not the OG Glen. He’s in the house right now. You’re (Y/N), right? Addison talks about you all the time.”

She slipped her hand into his then flinched from the electric current running up her arm. From his wide green eyes, she assumed he felt it too.

“Uh, y-yeah that’s me. Um…” She swallowed hard, “Sorry, my inner fangirl is having a mild heart attack right now.”

His deep, rich laugh blanketed her body in warmth, “Well hopefully your inner fangirl won’t pass out. Calling 911 is not on my list today.”

“I promise, she’ll be fine. Still getting used to my BFF hanging out with celebrities, especially ones that I love.”

The bright smile on his face nearly melted her heart, “Awe, so you love me?”

“Uh… yes, I mean… yes I love your movies and you seem like a really great person.” (Y/N) mentally kicked herself.

Shut up. Stop talking you weirdo.

“Thanks, I try to be a good guy. Main reason why I moved back to Austin. Stay grounded in my home roots. Anyway, I’m looking forward to getting to know you. I better get back to the main house and see what kind of chaos my family is causing for Addison.”

“Oh, okay. Talk to you later.” (Y/N) watched as he walked out of the barn then finally let out a shaky breath.

She immediately went in search of her best friend, finding her near the buffet. She smacked her shoulder several times as Addison tried to defend herself with tongs.

“What the hell (Y/N)!”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Glen Powell was your boss?! A little warning would have been nice so I could prepare myself.”

Addison chuckled, “Damn, I missed you meeting him. I was hoping to see your face.”

She smacked her shoulder again, “Not funny. It was like the first time I met Jensen and my brain short circuited.”

Now Addison was nearly falling down laughing, “Did you word vomit all over him?”

“No! Though I did mention my inner fangirl having a heart attack. Also, the first thing out of my mouth was ‘Holy shit, you’re Glen Powell.”

“Oh my god!” Her friend was rolling in laughter, “God, I wish I had been there for that.”

“That’s it, I’m leaving. I’ve already embarrassed myself and who knows who else will be here for me to embarrass myself in front of.”

(Y/N) started to head towards the front of the house when Addison reached out grabbing her arm.

“Wait, wait. I’m sorry, I should have warned you. Glen only invited a few actors that live around here over. Honestly, I think Zac Levi is the only one confirmed to be coming. Other than that, it’s mostly Glen’s family and friends.”

“Zac Levi?” She stared at her, “Zachary fucking Levi… oh god, I’m out. Me and my inner fangirl cannot handle this.”

Addison ran in front of her, grabbing a hold of her shoulders, “(Y/N), they are just humans like you and me.”

“Humans that are sculpted out of marble by the good lord himself with a good heaping pile of sex god appeal. Not like me. They’re main character energy and I’m one of the background people no one sees.”

“(Y/N) stop. Trust me, stay and hang out with me. Glen said once everything was set up that I was off the rest of the night. That means, it’s you and me hanging out by the pool, eating our weight in BBQ and watching fireworks. With some particularly good eye candy around.”

Addison was looking at her with pleading eyes, “Please stay and find out for yourself that they are normal dudes. Just like when we hung out with Jared and Jensen.”

(Y/N) sighed, “Only because I love you more than life itself and I have no way of getting home.”

Addison pulled her into a hug, “Thank you.”

“Group hug? I want to join!” Before (Y/N) could look up, she was sandwiched between her best friend and a firm body behind her. Instantly she was enveloped in a woodsy smell with a hint of citrus. Glen squeezed them together making both girls laugh.

“Can’t… breathe… Powell.” Addison managed to squeak out as he let go of them.

“Sorry, just wanted to be a part of your little moment.” He joked.

(Y/N) turned around sucking in a breath and trying to keep her jaw from slacking. Standing before her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Which said a lot since up until that point it had been Jensen Ackles who was the most beautiful man in her mind. Glen was wearing a pair of swim trunks with firecrackers all over them that hung low on his hips. His golden skin was glowing beneath the Texas sun and on top of his golden hair was an American flag cowboy hat.

“Ladies, I believe everything is set up and our first wave of guests have arrived. That means, Addison, you are officially off the clock and my last request is for you both to have a great time tonight.”

They looked at one another then saluted Glen saying together, “Yes sir.”

His laughter filled the air, “Your salutes need some work but we can work on that later. Now, go! Get drunk, eat and have fun.”

Addison hooked her arm with (Y/N)’s and they headed back towards the pool. For the first couple of hours, (Y/N) laid out on one of the chairs by the pool. One of the only things she loved about parties was people watching. There was no shortage of people to watch here. Glen’s family was an absolute joy to meet. Currently, his dad was in the pool playing with his grandkids while his mom was sitting on the edge hanging her feet into the water.

(Y/N) watched as Zac Levi walked through the main house with a cooler and a few of his friends. She was surprised to see him pull Addison into a hug then kiss her cheek. She made a mental note to ask her what was up with that later. Sipping on her beer, she watched as a group of guys including Glen and Zac started a game of football. Addison was talking with Glen’s sisters when suddenly there was a shout.

“Watch out!”

Before (Y/N) could look up, she was hit with something hard in her chest. She let out a loud grunt and her beer dumped down the front of her.

“Shit! (Y/N) are you alright?” Glen asked as he and Addison ran up to her.

She groaned, “Fine, just covered in beer.”

“I can show you where you clean up.” Glen said, taking the football that had hit her and tossing it to his brother-in-law.

He held out his hand to her and helped her up from her seat. She looked back at Addison who was smiling like the Cheshire cat. She narrowed her eyes at her friend suddenly smelling a set up and beer… lots of beer.

Glen led her into the main house and up the stairs. They walked into the largest bedroom she had ever seen and immediately knew this had to be his room.

“You can use my bathroom to wash up and I’ll get you some clothes to wear.”

She chuckled, “Um, I’m pretty sure your clothes won’t fit me.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, “I’m sure I can find something or if you prefer to walk around in a towel only then that’s cool too.”

“No! Oh god, no.” She sighed, “Thank you. I appreciate anything you can find for me.”

“You’re welcome.” He walked into his large closet while she went into his master bathroom and shut the door.

Leaning against it, she took a moment to calm her frantic nerves. A week ago, she was home rewatching Top Gun: Maverick and now she was standing in Glen Powell’s bathroom. Quickly, she stripped out of her soiled clothes and swimsuit. She turned on the water of the massive shower and let the hot water beat down on her tense muscles. She heard the door opening and immediately tried to cover herself.

“There’s clothes on my bed for you.”

(Y/N) noticed he had his hand covering his eyes even though he couldn’t see her from where the door was. Her heart skipped from the small gesture.

“T-Thank you. I’ll be back out in a few minutes.”

“Take your time.” He closed the door.

(Y/N) noticed his shampoo was the citrus she had smelled earlier while his body wash was the woods smell. She decided that combination was her new favorite smell. Once she was out of the shower and wrapped in one of his towels she walked out to find his door closed. On the bed was an extra large Longhorns t-shirt and gym shorts. There was also a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs which she was thankful for. However, not having a bra to wear was going to be difficult.

She stepped into his closet and chuckled from all the burnt orange shirts. She found one of his tank tops and slipped it on. She rolled the bottom up beneath her breasts and tied it off with her ponytail. The girls would at least be secured but one good cool wind and her nipples would be on display.

“Maybe it’s time to step up to whiskey.” She muttered as she slipped on the rest of Glen’s clothes.

Opening the door, she found a muscular, tan back standing there like a bodyguard, “Sorry, I just didn’t want anyone walking in here on you. My family is not big on boundaries nor are my niece and nephew.”

She chuckled, “Thanks for keeping watch and for the clothes.”

He turned around and she watched as his eyes traveled the length of her body. Goosebumps spread across her flushed skin. When his eyes came back up to hers they were darker and filled with something that she refused to let herself believe was there.

“Have to say, those look way better on you than on me.”

(Y/N)’s default mode clicked on whenever she received compliments, “I highly doubt that, but thanks. They’re at least more comfortable than my swimsuit. By the way, do you have somewhere I could wash my clothes out?”

“Yeah, give them to me and I’ll put them in the washer. You can head back out to enjoy the party.” She handed him her suit and clothes, “Man, I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you in this. I bet it looked great on you.”

He headed down the stairs leaving (Y/N) speechless. Was Glen Powell flirting with her? No way. She was delusional from the alcohol and sun. She headed back outside where she found Addison swimming in the pool with Zac. Seeing them together, she knew she didn’t need to ask if they were together. It was obvious by the way they looked at one another that they were. Once again, (Y/N)’s green eyed monster raged inside of her. Deciding she needed some more time alone, she headed out towards the barn then kept walking to the field behind it.

She was watching a team of guys setting up fireworks for the big display later that night. She could still hear everyone laughing and having fun behind her, suddenly she felt tears falling down her cheeks. She loved her best friend, but it was obvious she didn’t fit into her life anymore. She was hanging out and dating celebrities and traveling the world.

What was she doing? Still working the same job and never allowing anyone to get close to her. She gave up on dating after her one and only boyfriend had cheated on her. Did she want someone in her life? The family and white picket fence? Of course, but the closer to forty she was getting the further away that dream seemed to be getting. Seeing how happy Addison was and how wonderful her life was a harsh reminder of how meaningless her own life was.

“You okay?”

Turning around, she found Glen walking up now wearing a navy tank top and his dark Ray Bans covering his eyes. She quickly wiped away the wayward tears.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a moment.”

He leaned his forearms against the fence, looking out over the field, “I see you found my ‘I need a moment’ spot. I love coming out here and just being. I don’t have to be actor Glen, but just me.”

“I bet that is exhausting.” He nodded as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes, “On behalf of fans everywhere, I appreciate all the hard work you put into your characters. I can’t tell you the number of nights I have watched one of your rom-coms laughing and making my day better.”

He looked down at her with a smile, “Thanks, that means a hell of a lot to me.”

“However, I have to say, I wish they would pair you up with a woman your age. Seeing you make out with a woman ten years younger gives girls like me a complex.” She chuckled.

“How so?” He asked, turning towards her.

She sighed, “You never see a leading woman that is both older and doesn’t have a model’s body. The average size of a woman is 14/16 which is plus size and if I had to guess I bet the majority of rom-com audience is like me. A woman in her late thirties, plus size, single and looking for hope that men like Glen Powell would be interested in her.”

“You don’t think guys like me would be with a woman like you?”

His question was genuine, but made her scoff, “In the movies they aren’t. Why would I believe that in real life? Probably why I’ve been single for over a decade now. It’s easier to fantasize over fictional men or celebrities than putting myself out there to get humiliated.”

He stepped closer to her, his fingers brushing against her cheek and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head and his glossy eyes were staring down into hers. She had dreamt of him looking at her in this very way a million times. The way he looked at every leading lady in one of his rom-coms.

“What if I told you that I do find you attractive? That I find you incredibly sexy.”

“I’d say that you’re a great actor.” She tried to look away, but he gently grabbed her chin making her look at him.

“I’m not acting. The moment Addison showed me a picture of the two of you, I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. The way she gushes about you and all the work you do for your students. The difference you’re making in their lives. I couldn’t imagine anything more sexy than a woman who loves to help those who need it.”

(Y/N) stepped away from him, “It’s really nothing special. Yes, I’m there for them and help them in any way I can, but so do a lot of staff. Honestly, there’s nothing special about me. I’m definitely not gorgeous. I mean, you’re around beautiful actresses and models all the time. They’re gorgeous, me not so much.”

“Addison warned me that you usually put yourself down when you receive compliments.” He took a step towards her engaging in an awkward dance as she stepped backwards.

“Warned you? So, this was a set up?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Did she really think you were going to magically fall in love with me and sweep me off my feet. Which by the way, you couldn’t, not literally anyway.”

“I asked her to introduce us. Yes, I found you attractive and after hearing Addison talk about you non-stop in Oklahoma, I wanted to meet you. Addison is not only my assistant but a dear friend and if you’re important to her then you’re important to me as well.”

He closed the distance between them pressing her back against the fence and caging her in with his strong arms on either side of her. He leaned in towards her and she sucked in a breath, holding it in her chest.

“I wasn’t hoping to fall in love or sweep you off your feet. Which I could totally do.” He smirked, “I was hoping to meet the amazing woman Addison loves so much and who happens to be fucking gorgeous.”

“Glen, I…” She let out a trembling breath, “I'm nobody and I don’t do one night stands. Even if it’s with a sexy movie star that I’m sure would give me the orgasm of my life. It’s not me and I don’t see you wanting to settle down with a high school secretary.”

He leaned closer to her. His nose brushing alongside hers and his lips merely an inch from hers. She wanted to look away, but his eyes were mesmerizing.

“Won’t know unless you give me a chance.”

His lips pressed against hers. They were soft and tasted of tequila as he pulled her bottom lips between his teeth. Suddenly, her body felt like it was on fire and she wanted more. Needed more. His large hands fell to her hips and pulled her tighter against him. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her hands into his soft hair. His sunglasses falling from his head was enough to knock her senses back into place. She pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him gently away.

“We… I… this can’t happen. It’s not happening.” She stammered.

(Y/N) took off back towards the barn as Glen called after her, “(Y/N)! (Y/N), please wait!”

She didn’t stop until she was in the pool house and in Addison’s room with the door shut. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes and she sank to the floor beside her bed. What the hell was she doing? Glen Powell had kissed her. Told her she was gorgeous and yet she was sitting on the floor crying. Why couldn’t she be more impulsive and have one night with a man who was way out of her league? Looking at her reflection in the glass from the sliding door, she sighed.

“Because you catch feelings, (Y/N).” She whispered.

“(Y/N)?” Addison’s voice came through the door, “You alright?”

She opened the door, “Seriously, Glen Powell?”

“Let me explain.”

“Addison, what did you think was going to happen? You couldn’t actually believe this was going to work in any sort of way.”

They sat down on her bed, “I talk about you non-stop with him. I’ve told him all your stories from school with your kiddos. I’ve told him how I’m worried about you being alone all the time and how I wish you could meet a nice guy like him. How proud I am of all you’ve done for your health and how you love your body for what it is.”

(Y/N) placed her head in her hands, “And what, he was like ‘oh I want to meet this chick’?”

“Not his exact words, but yes. When he started planning this party, he asked if there was anyone I would like to invite. I told him Zac and his friends…” She paused looking at her bashfully, “Yeah, I’m kind of seeing Zac Levi.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I could tell that from the lovey-dovey looks you give one another. After my breakdown you can spill all about how that happened.”

Addison nodded, “Anyway, Glen asked if I wanted to invite you. I told him that you’re pretty introverted and didn’t like going to parties. He dropped it, but then when he was having me finalize the list of people I noticed he had added your name at the end of the list. When I asked him about it, all he said was he wanted to meet the amazing best friend I kept talking about.”

“So, you decided to turn it into a set up? Knowing full and well I would never fall for it.”

Her friend turned towards her, “It was never a set up. I warned him how you are. I asked him directly what he was up to. He told me that he found you attractive and wanted to get to know you.” She grabbed her hands, “Honestly (Y/N), I think he’s just a dude who is nervous to ask out a beautiful girl. It’s hard for him to meet anyone who doesn’t see him as only a famous actor and I really think he wants this part of his life to be as normal as possible.”

(Y/N) groaned, “You know this sounds like a fanfic I would read on Tumblr, right?”

Addison laughed, “Oh I’m well aware. However, doesn’t it make you want to see what happens? Usually, the next part would be you going to find him and you two would have a moment of tension that snaps. Then wham, bam, smutty dreams fulfilled.”

“I think I’m going to throw up.” (Y/N) took a couple deep breaths.

“That is not usually in the fanfics. Take the time you need, but please come back out and hang out with us. If anything, I’ll introduce you to Zac and you can fangirl over him.”

“I love you, but get out. I can’t even with you right now.” (Y/N) laughed as Addison hugged her.

Once she was alone again, (Y/N) went into the bathroom to splash cool water on her face. Looking into the mirror, she gave herself a once over. She walked out into the bedroom letting out a surprise yelp when she found Glen sitting on the bed.

“Scared the crap out of me.” She held her chest.

His eyes were focused on the floor, “Sorry. Addison said you were in here.” He stretched his long fingers out over his thighs before looking up at her.

“I wanted to apologize for coming onto you so strong and kissing you. I should have been more of a gentleman about it, not that I regret kissing you because I don’t.”

She sat down next to him, “I don’t either and you don’t need to apologize. It was nice to know I remembered how to kiss a man.”

He chuckled finally looking over at her, “It’s like I’m living out a meet-cute rom-com without a script and it’s terrifying. There’s a fine line between endearing and creepy. I feel like I’m crossing the line into creepy.”

(Y/N)’s hand was trembling but she placed it over his, “You’re not creepy. Addison told me about how you wanted to get to know me. I think it’s been so long since a man has shown any interest in me that I don’t know how to react to it. Let alone that man being someone I have fantasized about being the Leading Man in my own life.”

“Is there any way we could start over? You being you and me being just a normal dude wanting to ask you out?” He laced their fingers together, “Or at least ask you to watch fireworks with me?”

(Y/N) smiled, “I would love to watch fireworks with you… what was your name again?”

His breathtaking smile appeared as he stood up in front of her, “Hi, I’m Glen and you?”

She took his outstretched hand, standing up, “(Y/N), it’s nice to meet you totally normal dude who is definitely not a famous sexy actor.”

He laughed pulling her into his side slipping his arm around her shoulders, “That’s me. Normal dude who is thankful to have a chance to be in the presence of a beautiful woman.”

“Oh jeez, please stop with the compliments. They make me uncomfortable.” She sighed, sliding her arm around his waist.

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[antimony-medusa]

The thing with RPF

Okay, I don't tend to engage much with RPF. I have read it, but only when recommended by someone whose taste I trust (I think it's all supernatural aus that I've read, to-date), and my intention is not to write it. Not really my scene.

However, I really think this fandom could stand to stop treating RPF like it is the devil.

If you engage only with someone in the form of like an hour a week of video of them performing for an audience, particularly if that video is edited, like, when you start mentally rotating characters to create with, your brain isn't gonna draw a huge difference between the guy from the scripted thing you watched, and the person from, idk, mythbusters. Love to see my guy make a big explosion.

In both situations, you don't know them as people, you know them as like, personas, characters. You are essentially engaging with them as fictional characters, cause you only see the small segment of their lives that they put into the video, and whatever story they're telling with that. You don't know them as people, because how could you? So your brain going "hehe what if hunger games au" is just one of the ways brains work.

And idk, as long as you know you're doing that, I think that's fine.

It's fiction. You're writing/reading fiction. It's in the name. You know that it's not true, you're dealing with fictionalized versions of like, stage personas, or teaching methodologies, or historical records, and you can make your little fictions, and you show it to the eight people who are also really into *spins wheel* Ancient Egyptian RPF or *spins other wheel* Taskmaster UK TV RPF or *continues to spin the wheel* Polygon (web series) RPF. You all shake each other's hands and go "man I really like [person/character] and I think about them a lot" and someone else goes "I also think about [person/character] a lot and I think that if he was a warrior cat he would be a kittypet" and someone else goes "I think if [peson/character] would boil an egg the egg would explode cause he's really bad at boiling eggs" and you go "go on". You are all silly together, and you are all doing fiction, and you go on your merry way.

Like that is A Thing People Do On The Internet, and that stays in its its designated space, and that's fine. Might not be your jam but it's fine. That is not more weird than inventing an elaborate imaginary religion for a minecraft world, or working out the emotional nuance of an arranged marrige au between fictional detectives, or carefully making an elaborate interlocking series of stories where someone from a children's cartoon is horribly tortured, rescued, recovers, and gets their vengance. All of that looks weird from the outside, and is a fine and honourable thing to do in your little circles on the internet.

The part where this becomes a problem is when you take your fiction (lies we tell recreationally) out of the designated circle of people enjoying the fictions, and you shove it in the face of the person it's based on, and go "do you like this" or "is this okay" or "I found this and I think it's bad is it bad".

When you are doing the fiction you are engaging with the person as a character which is like, fine, and a truthful reflection of how much you actually know them (not at all, you don't know them), but in shoving it in their face you are going "I don't know you but I want you to react to this for my entertainment/justification, because I think this reflects on you, and apparently I think I deserve your time and attention, and also I think I already know how you're gonna react and I'm gonna use it for my callout posts", which is like, so much ruder than just making fictions about people you don't actually know.

Like writing a superhero au about the person you watch video game speedrun— based. Love the imagination. That is making something from nothing, a great creative act. I could not do that at all but I salute you.

Telling the speedrunner about it? No were you raised in a barn. You are not writing it for the person to approve of— they don"t know you— you are writing it for fun and the enjoyment of other speedrunner enjoyers. Keep it locked down.

As long as we're all aware that RPF is fiction, and we keep it in circles where we're circulating it as fiction— ao3 archive locks exist for a reason! this is not something you want to show up on a google search!— this is just a thing people do for entertainment. Don't bring it up to the person it's about, and you're fine.

And I've been thinking about this because like, I don't think what I'm writing is RPF, but BOY from the outside people seem to think it is! Including the creators! Which means that even while I'm doing my best to adhere to character beats from the story and not just streamer personas, and differentiate between the dude in england and the dude in 3rd life, also I should be aware that if the creator hits it, he's probably gonna think that I'm just writing this about him.

Things go SO MUCH BETTER if the creator only finds it if he goes "huh I wonder what people are writing about me" and deliberately goes to look for it, not if he's just going along thinking about disney movies and someone comes screaming into his field of view like "people are writing about you on the internet". And then he's gotta deal with the ways he's percieved, and whatever weird warrior cat situation people were putting him in, and the fact that people don't know him but think he can't boil an egg, and the 3rd life cannibalism aus, and and and— it's a mess. Please don't do that.

All of this to say A) RPF is fine actually that's just like one of the ways storytelling works— we're not writing RPF but it isn't the devil either. B) STOP TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT FANFICTION.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Meeting Jensen At His Brewery

Pairing: AU!Jensen x reader

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“Hi,” said a handsome man when you were on the phone, wandering around the side of the brewery. You gave him a half smile, taking a deep breath as you listened to the ring tone again. You grumbled when it went to voicemail and hung up. “Uh, this area is for employees only.”

You followed his finger to the sign on the open fence door.

“I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head quickly walking past him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, the guy staring at you. “My date ditched. I don’t even like beer that much to be honest.”

“That sucks. I’d have offered you one on the house,” he said. “I own this place.”

“My day just continues to get better,” you said, rubbing your head.

“We got beer that's a bit fruity if you’d be interested in that,” he said.

“I’m fine, really. Thank you for the offer,” you said.

“Well the offer still stands if you ever want to use it,” he said.

“Thanks...”

“Jensen.”

“Thank you, Jensen.”

“Well hey there,” you heard about three weeks later. You looked up from your phone, Jensen standing in front of you. 

“Hey,” you said.

“You get your date after all?” he asked.

“No. I ditched that guy. I’m busy fifth wheeling with some friends,” you said, nodding out to the patio area.

“We’ve been working on something,” he said, waving you over to the back where they brewed their stuff. He whistled as he headed over to a small looking vat, grabbing a glass and pouring some brown liquid into it. “Try this.”

“Okay,” you said as you took it from him. You took a small sip, cocking your head as you took another. “Okay. This is the best tasting beer I’ve ever had.”

“Awesome. We’ve been working on a drink for people that aren’t exactly beer drinkers. It’s beer that doesn’t taste like beer,” he said. “I personally find it gross but there’s certainly a market for it.”

“I like it,” you said.

“Good. Glad I could get you that free drink after all,” he said.

“Well thank you again, Jensen,” you said.

“Can I get a name before you run off on me again?”

“Y/N.”

“Can I take you out to lunch tomorrow Y/N?”

“Sure?”

“Great,” he said with a big smile. He pulled out his phone and you exchanged with him, Jensen taking it back after a minute. “So you think the drink is good?”

“Yeah. It’s not fruity or anything. It tastes kind of like bourbon but not as strong,” you said.

“So you’re a bourbon girl?”

“We can’t all be purely wine girls,” you said.

“You just got even more attractive than you already are,” he said.

“Cute,” you said, turning away.

“Well if you want anymore, just tell the guys tending bar. I gotta run back to work but enjoy your night with your friends,” he said.

“I think I will,” you said. “See you around, Jensen.”

“Yes you will, Y/N.”

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[sickofthistoxicshit]

Ya'll have to know that this whole Hotshots crack promo, is a fanfiction come to life.

Because from this promo they are reenacting the lightning strike rescue, the ENTIRE rescue!!

Personally I only saw fanfiction that did this thing, with Captain America The Winter Soldier - with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan

And I remember - Star Trek - with Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine

And even I wrote in my RPF years Supernatural bts with Jensen and Jared with all kinds of visitors in the mix - it wasn't slash, J2 was too real of brother bond for me.

Of course there was also that theater re-enactment in Thor Ragnarok and Hawkeye's mini series, but those were crack for crack sake, there was very little seriousness involved except for Clint missing Natasha like hell. (she is the one character I will never forgive killing off)

So Tim Minear is giving strong fanfiction vibes here, I remember years ago that this bastard said keep writing fics when asked about buddie, neither one of us imagined that it would look quite like this lol.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart (Remastered)- Part Four

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)SERIES WARNINGS: (not specific to each chapter): violence, implied sexual assault, drug use, drinking, smut, murder, cursing, age-gap relationships, power dynamics, angst, slight slow burn, cheating... will update warnings as needed. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a rewrite! I originally wrote this, which can still be found in my master list, years and years ago and finally have decided to spruce it up a bit. This will be in third person POV and updated to be less... cringy as the original. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. I haven't written anything serious in years so this is me dipping my toes back in :) Face credit for OC is Taylor Momsen :) Tag List: @coffee-obsessed-writer @kazosa @lovetusklovetusk @sorenmarie87 @smoothdogsgirl

Another two months had passed since she had last seen Jeffery. They texted almost every day, though, even with how hectic their schedules were. Jeffrey even sent her a bouquet of black roses for her birthday in November.

It was the beginning of a Wednesday night shift for Kylin, two weeks before Christmas. She was behind the bar getting it ready when Andrea came running up to her with her phone in her hand. She waved it frantically in Kylin’s face, pointing at the screen. In the months they’d been apart, they’d never managed to actually be able to take a phone call from one another. It had been forever since she heard his voice.

She snatched the phone from her friend and answered quickly, not able to stop the stutter that came out with her “Hello?”

“What’re you doin’?” Came his deep drawl. Kylin could picture the smirk he would have. 

Her cheeks instantly flushed a bright red color, and she turned away from Andrea after sending her off with a wave of her hand. The girl pouted, but trotted off to finish what she had been doing when Kylin turned away. 

“Workin,” Kylin answered finally, and propped her phone between her cheek and shoulder to resume the task she had started.

“I figured, You busy?”

“Not at the moment, not open yet,” Kylin replied as she began to fill the freezer with ice from the bucket. 

“I bet you look good as fuck in that little tank top,” He flirted, “and those itty bitty shorts.”

“They actually let us wear pants in the winter, thankfully.” She giggled back before picking up a case of beer with a grunt, the bottles clinking together loudly.

“Don’t hurt yourself there, little one,” Jeffrey teased

“Pfft, Screw you, old man.” Kylin jabbed as she pulled the bottles out of the box and pushed them into the icy cooler. He gasped in mock offense and let out a fake whine.

“Hurt my heart, baby doll. Don’t be mean.” His voice was gruff, but there was a playfulness as he spoke that gave her butterflies.

“Awh, is Jeffrey Dean Morgan insecure?” She taunted confidently. 

“Respect your elders.” He growled lightly before changing the subject, “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Family dinner at the parents. Jay and Danni are bringing the twinsies!” 

“New Years?” He tried again.

“Nothing besides me and Netflix,” She replied as she tossed the empty box in the nearby garbage, “Why, what’s up?”

“Come to New York” 

Kylin’s eyes widened and she almost dropped the bottle in her hand, “What?”

“Come to New York,” He repeated, a nervousness about him, “Please?”

“Uhh…” She started, but trailed off trying to gather her wits.

‘What the actual fuck is this?’ She thought, dumbfounded. Sure, she had naturally developed a crush on him. He put forth the effort of contacting her every day, said sweet things and they had constantly flirted with each other. The attraction was impossible to deny. 

And of course, he was Jeffrey Dean Motherfucking Morgan. 

Kylin had it in her mind, though, that even with all of that, it was just a friendship. Nothing more than the occasional flirt with someone who he’d seen in a dark place and wanted to make feel better. Surely he had better things to do on New Years than hang out with his friend’s baby sister.

“Come on,” He said after a few moments of silence.

“Why?” She asked, setting the bottle down on the counter and gripping her phone tight. 

“What do you mean, why? I haven’t seen you in months.” He sounded slightly offended.

“So?” She was in disbelief.

“‘So’?” Jeffrey repeated with a sarcastic tone, clearly irritated, “Really? Okay, I guess. Sorry for asking. I just wanted to see you. Never mind, I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Jeff, wait,” She said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t hang up. The phone didn’t cut out, but there was still silence on the other end, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I meant it as more of a ‘Why would you want to see me for New Years’” Her heart raced in her chest. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you?” Jeff inquired, his voice lighter, but still slightly on edge. 

She hadn’t even realized that the club had opened until one of her regulars, Tom,  took his spot at the end of her bar. He held up his finger for a beer and she gave him a nod, turning to dig one out of the bottom of the cooler.

“Hold on just a sec, Jeff.” She said quickly and pulled the phone away from her face before glaring at Tom, “It’s $3.75 tonight, douchebag. Don’t be fuckin’ cheap.” She pointed at the older man as she saw him pull out a lonely five dollar bill from his wallet. He flipped her off with a roll of his eyes and replaced it with a ten.

“That’s more like it,” She said before she lifted the phone back to her ear, “Sorry, cheap ass old man. And maybe because there are a thousand other things and people and women you’d want to ring in the new year with than little ol’ me?”

Jeffrey let out a bark of a laugh, and the tension lifted.

“How would I even get there?” Kylin asked as she stepped away from Tom to the other end of the bar. 

“On a plan, duh.” He said. He made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world.

“You do realize that tickets from Texas to New York are like a grand, right? I just now got caught up on my light bill, Mr. Movie Star.” She replied with a scratch to the back of her head.

“Good thing you know a movie star then, huh, baby doll?” He said, once again like it was that obvious.

“I can’t allow you to do that, babe.” She protested.

“No one allows me to do anything, dear.” He said, his voice a low gruff that made her heart race again. She sighed in defeat.

“Fine, I guess I can’t say no, huh?” She asked while she rolled her eyes. 

“I mean, you can, but I’d much rather you didn’t. I don’t want to have to beg.” Jeff replied with a wolfish tone.

“I guess send me the details, then.” she sighed as three more customers approached her bar, “I’ve got to go. Gotta work.” 

“Rob ‘em blind, baby girl.” He chuckled.

“Always do.” 

—---------------------------------

Christmas dinner was a success, but the drama came afterwards. As Kylin and her mom finished putting the leftovers away while Danni and the kids were playing in the living room with the rest of the family, Jensen strolled into the kitchen with her phone in his hand.

“Something you wanna tell me, Ky?” He scowled, scrolling through what appeared to be her messages. She instantly stopped what she was doing and rushed him. She leapt into the air to grab her phone that he had raised above his head.

“Give me my fucking phone, Jens. I’m not playing.” She seethed as she attempted to grab the device.

“YOu’re going to fucking New York with him?!” Jensen shouted, his voice booming through the vaulted ceiling.

“Jensen Ross!” Their mother scolded as she hit him with a dishtowel, “Give your sister her phone back, now!”

“Who’s him?” Mackenzie and Josh questioned together as they appeared in the room with their pie plates in hand.

All of her family members were staring at her in anticipation.

“One of mine and Jay’s friends, that’s all!” She answered with a huff, turning towards Jensen, “Mind your fucking business, dude!”

“It’s fucking Jeffrey, of course it’s a big deal, Kylin!” Jensen retorted hotly, his face scrunched up in annoyance.

“He’s uh, a little older than you, don’t you think, sis?” Their dad offered. He cleared his throat and gave her a look of concern.

“We’re just friends, guys. We talk, so what? I’ve seen him once in six months. It’s not like we’ve even gone on a date!” Kylin replied.

“She’s a grown woman, Jens. She can make her own decisions,” said her mom as she tried to defend her daughter.

“Yeah, well, the last decision she made towards a man got her ass beat and I almost had to murder someone.” Jensen seethed as he pointed at Kylin with a glare.

Everyone in the room either gasped, or went completely silent. Her parents jerked their heads around to face her, and Josh’s mouth dropped open. Tears immediately spilled from Kylin’s eyes at the sound of her brother’s betrayal. She had made him, and everyone else, promise to never tell them about the bullshit with Anthony.

“Fuck you, Jensen. Seriously. Fuck. You.” She roared as she stalked forward. She poked him in the chest with her finger, “I’m going to see Jeff for New Years, and I’m going to have a good time, and guess what, brother? There’s nothing you can do about it.” 

She shoved passed him and walked out of the house.

__________________________

She had been running around like crazy all night when she heard her name called over the loud speakers to report to the DJ booth. With a roll of her eyes she put the case of wine down on the cooler and motioned for the barback to take over for her. As she made her way across the club, she felt the sensation of being watched. When she finally made it through the crowd of people, she saw why. 

Jeffrey stood there, leaned against the booth. His eyes smoldered as a grin appeared on his face. He ran his tongue over his teeth and pushed himself off the wall, holding his arms open wide.

“What are you doing here?” Kylin gasped, wrapping her arms around his waist as he enveloped her in a tight embrace.

“What do you think I’m doing?” He laughed, kissing her forehead while he squeezed her.

Kylin pulled away and smirked at him, suspicion in her eyes. She led across the club and back to her bar and got him a beer as he found a spot. She also poured him a hefty shot of whiskey, and clinked her glass with his. 

“So… spill,” She said, eyes narrowed.

“Jensen called me.” He started with a deep sigh. Kyin groaned and rolled her eyes while she reached for the bottle again.

“So what? You’re here to tell me nevermind?” She asked as she poured another round of shots.

“Ha,” Jeffrey barked. He ran his hand over his beard and shook his head, “More like make sure you’d still be at the airport tomorrow.” 

The two toasted again and Kylin ran her finger along the rim of the glass in front of her, “Really?”

“Really,” Jeff assured before he took a sip from his beer.

“Where you staying tonight?” Kylin inquired a bit later as she was starting to get ready to close down the bar.

“Was gonna get a room. Came straight here from the airport.” Jeffrey replied as he scrolled through his phone.

“That’s dumb, just stay with me.” Kylin shrugged as she wiped down the bar. 

He wiggled his eyebrows at her and licked his lips as he let his eyes roam her.

She smacked him with the towel in her hand, “On the couch, Casanova.” 

___________________________

The next morning, Kylin woke up and ventured into the living room to find Jeff still asleep , his back nuzzled into the back of the couch. She smirked at the sound of his soft snores before she made her way into the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast.

She was bent over as she dug through her refrigerator when his husky drawl came from behind her, “Well, I could get used to that view first thing in the morning.”

Her head instantly shot up and knocked itself against the opening of the door, “Ah, motherfucker, warn someone.”

She rubbed the top of her head as she turned around to face Jeffrey, who was leaning against her counter with a grin, “Sorry, darlin’. Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“Mhm, I’m sure,” She replied, flicking him on the shoulder, “I made coffee, it should almost be done. You hungry?”

“I could eat,” He answered as he opened a cabinet to look for a mug, “You makin’ pancakes?”

She gave him a smirk before getting to work.

“God damn, girl, you ate as much as me!” Jeff said as he sat back in the chair and rubbed his belly. 

“My soul is a spokesperson for gastric bypass.” She deadpanned before standing up to clear the table. His face was eye level with her chest as she reached across to get his plate, and his eyes gravitated to that area while he licked his lips. Kylin could almost swear she heard something similar to a low growl come from his throat. She quickly took the plate from his hand and turned around for the kitchen before the red in her cheeks darkened.

“Flights at 3:30, are you packed?” Jeff asked when he joined her a moment later at the sink.

“Errr, not entirely?” She definitely hadn’t even started.

Jeff chucked, and his head shook. Kylin poured herself another cup of coffee and grabbed her cigarettes. She wandered over to the balcony door, Jeffrey following behind her.

“So what did Jens say when you talked to him?” Kylin questioned as they leaned over the balcony railing, smokes in hands.

“He basically told me he was going to kill me if anything happens,” Jeffrey answered, blowing smoke out of his lungs, “You’re brother’s something else.”

Kylin huffed a knowing laugh and nodded her head, “Yeah, I know. He’s stupid. He ruined Christmas with his bullshit.”

“You know he means well, girl.” Jeffrey said, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, well,” Kylin started before she took another pull from the cigarette and exhaled, “He could show it a little better.” 

“If I had a little sister and she was hanging out with a guy like me, I’d prolly kill ‘em both.” Jeffrey joked, and a grin spread across his face.

“I don’t need someone looking after me like I’m a fuckin’ child.” Kylin replied with a sigh.

“You know, girl, I worry about you sometimes.” He said before he took a sip of his coffee.

“Why’s that?” She asked in reply.

Jeffrey took another drag from his cigarette, and seemed to be gathering his words, “You’ve changed since I first met you. You’re.. rougher, I guess, for lack of a better word.” 

“Getting over getting the shit beat out of you almost every day will do that to you,” Kylin replied, her eyes narrowed with the memories.

He shifted over to where he was facing her, and he reached out his free hand for hers, “I don’t mean it in a bad way. You’re not taking any shit, which is a good thing. I can dig it.”

She accepted what he said for a second while she took the last drag from the smoke. She tossed it into the street below and started, “He beat the fuck out of me. All the time. He controlled what I did, what I wore, who I talked to. I wasn’t even allowed to talk to Kenzie for almost a year because she popped off at him one day for calling me a cunt in front of her.” 

He pondered on the information for a moment before replying, “I don't get guys like that. It’s stupid. If you were my woman, you’d be treated like the god damned queen you are.” 

They stared at each other for another moment without saying anything. She was slightly dumbfounded by his words, and the reaction they caused in her chest. He tossed his own smoke and pulled her close to him, his fingers rubbing circles on her back. She closed her eyes and wrapped his arms around him with a deep breath.

“You need to shower,” She said, her face scrunched. He laughed and playfully pushed her away from him.

____________________

They were walking through the airport on the way to the baggage claim when a small swarm of paparazzi surrounded them.

“Mr. Morgan! Jeffrey! Jeffrey! What are you in town for? What are your plans for New Years?” was yelled as cameras flashed rapidly.

“Good luck with that,” Kylin laughed and ducked out from under the arm he had had around her. She headed towards the rotating belt to retrieve her bags. Jeffrey could deal with his adoring public on his own, the last thing she needed was for this little trip to turn into a media shit storm.

But of course, she couldn’t be that lucky.

“Aren’t you Jensen Ackles’ sister?” Someone asked as she reached for her duffel as it finally appeared. The young lady stepped up beside her with her phone in her hand and a notepad opened. 

“Err, yes?” She said as she threw the strap across her shoulder and looked around for Jeff.

“And you’re here in New York with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, correct?” The reporter asked, pushing her glasses further up on her nose and looking at Kylin expectedly. 

Not knowing where to go with this, she looked over to Jeff, who was still being harassed by his own gathering. She turned her attention back to the woman and smiled, “It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”

“Is it true that you two are dating, then?” She typed on her phone as she spoke.

“Ha,” Kylin laughed nervously, “No. Jeff is a very good friend of mine.”

The reporter looked up to her and smiled brightly, gleam in her eye as she cocked an eyebrow, “Well, that’s not what he insinuated.

Kylin’s mouth dropped open for a second before she slammed it closed. She whipped her head around and narrowed her eyes at Jeffrey as he approached her before turning back to the other woman, “Well, then it would seem as though my friend has a date for New years.”

“I do have a date,” His asphalt voice came from behind Kylin as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her body ticked at the touch and she shifted another glare towards him. He tipped his head to the side towards Kylin as he smiled playfully and continued, “With this beautiful lady right here. Now, if you don’t mind, we really must be off.” 

He pulled her by the hand through the crowd of people and outside to the car. His assistant was waiting on them, ready to help Kylin throw her bag into the trunk with the ones he had already retrieved for Jeff.

“That’s going to be on the internet in like an hour, you know that, right?” Kylin sighed as they crawled into the backseat.

“It’ll be alright, I promise.” Jeff chuckled as they headed off towards their destination.

“Jensen’s gonna wanna kill us both,” she whined, “I don’t wanna deal with that.”

“He’ll be alright too.” He replied with a grin. His hand reached across the seat and grasped hers.

“So, tomorrow’s a date?” Kylin asked as she looked at their conjoined fingers. Jeffrey rubbed his thumb across hers.

“That was kinda the plan, you could say,” He replied, giving her hand a squeeze. 

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Sure enough, the moment her bags touched the floor of Jeffrey’s apartment, Kylin’s phone started ringing, her brother’s stupid face on display.  

“Fucking Hell,” She groaned, rolling her eyes as she hit accept, “Yes, brother?”

“Having fun?” Jensen’s tone was sarcastic and his words were venomous. 

“Fuck you, dude.” Kylin looked to Jeff as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “What do you want?”

“Are you with him right now?”

“Yes,” She answered. Her eyes never left Jeffrey as he came over to retrieve her larger bags. She watched as he took them down the hall to another room. She was glad he took the moment to give her some privacy, “is that a problem?”

“Probably all cuddled up in bed right now, uh?” Jensen spit, “You know what those pictures are gonna do? To me?! ‘Next on TMZ, Jensen Ackles’ sister is fucking his on screen DAD!’ Jesus fucking Christ, Ky!” 

“Fuck you, Jens!” She shouted, anger surging through her. Jeff came back from the hallway and stood in front of her with his arms crossed as she continued, “Don’t try to make this about you.”

“Shut the fuck up. You started this bull shit.”

“Okay, Anthony,” Kylin growled. She hated using that choice in name, but it’s exactly who he was acting like, “Anything else you’d like to punch me with?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jensen cursed back, his voice equally dangerous, “Don’t you dare compare me to him.”

“Then don’t fucking talk to me like he did.” She seethed. 

Jeffrey had had enough. He jerked the phone out of Kylin’s hand and to his ear, “Watch your fucking tone, boy.”

Kylin instantly went to get the phone back from him, but he turned his body away from her. He held a finger up while he made his way back down the hall, ignoring her completely as he listened to Jensen rant on the other end of the line. With a huff, she grabbed her purse from where Jeff had stored it on the counter and dug out her cigarettes. She wandered to the balcony doors and opened them to let herself outside. She could hear the muffled yelling occurring from what she assumed was the bedroom window. She lit her smoke as she sat on one of the lounge chairs and closed her eyes. What the actual hell was she doing there? Obviously she was attracted to Jeff, who wasn’t? She could tell he was at least somewhat interested in her. She didn’t believe anyone could just fly someone across the country for a date that didn’t mean anything, or at least she hoped not. She shook that idea out of her head and took another drag. Jeffrey had been the first man that she had felt comfortable enough with to let touch her since Anthony. Even John at the club knew better than to try to get into her personal space too often. 

Jeffrey was always respectful, even with his flirting. She dealt with vulgar men all night long at her job, and she could put up with it, but Jeffrey’s flirting and teasing always actually made her have a tingling reaction. Jensen’s biggest issue, though, seemed to be the age difference. Sure, he was older, but age hadn’t ever really been a factor with them, and she was well past grown. Kylin knew he had dated younger women in the past, and it wasn’t like he would be the first time she dated someone older, either. Hell, her and Rob had attempted a whole thing before Anthony, when she was only twenty one and dumb as shit. They had realized that it was better for them to be friends, and had been closer than ever since. Jensen had never made a big deal out of it like he was now, and he had even caught her and Rob fucking more than once.

She grunted in irritation at her brother. She didn’t even know what this thing with Jeffrey was yet. She didn’t even know if she was ready to know. It was comfortable, and that’s what she felt like she needed.

Kylin was shaken from her thoughts when Jeff opened the balcony door, her phone still pressed to his ear, but a smile on his face. 

“Alright buddy. I will… Yeah, here she is.” He helped the phone out to her and closed his eyes with a chuckle that made his shoulders jump, “He wants to talk to you.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him suspiciously and reached for the device.

“You haven’t even kissed him yet?” Jensen’s high pitched laughter hit her eardrum. She winced and rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. She instantly glared at Jeffrey, who still stood there shaking his head while he held in his laughter.

“I hate you.” She deadpanned.

“Keep it that way, sister.” He replied.

“Fuck you, I do what I want.” She responded as she took the last drag from her cigarette and snubbed it into a nearby tray, “Is this your way of apologizing?” 

“As close as you’re gonna get, for now.” He answered.

“Un-fucking-believable, Jay.” Kylin scoffed. 

Jeffrey had lit a cigarette of his own and sat down on the chair beside hers. He was looking at the sky, but she knew he was listening. 

“Look, okay, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a douche to you. I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” Jensen started again, his voice cracking slightly, “I just… I almost put a bullet in that mother fucker’s head. I would have…”

He trailed off for a moment to gather himself before continuing, “I don’t want to see that pain in your eyes again. I know Jeffrey wouldn’t put his hands on you, but I still worry, okay?”

“I know Jay,” Kylin replied quietly with a sigh, “But I’m okay, really. I feel better than I have in a long time. Jeff’s helping.” 

She turned her gaze to Jeff’s face. He was looking at her with a hopeful smile. He reached out and grasped her thigh with his large hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

“Okay,” Jensen said with a sniffle, “Just be careful, sissy.” 

“If it’s careful, it’s boring, bubs. You know that.” Kylin replied with a giggle. 

Jensen gave a bark of a laugh in response, the tension lifted, “Love you, brat.” 

“Love you, too, Jens.” 

She pressed the end button as Jeffrey stood and reached for her hand. He pulled her into his arms, his long limbs encircling her as he nuzzled his head into the top of her head. They stood there for a few moments as he swayed them back and forth, a light hum emanating from his chest.

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The next morning, she woke up in Jeffrey’s guest bedroom. It was big, with maroon colored walls and a black bed frame with white sheets. The mattress was the most comfortable thing in the words, almost better than her favorite guest bed at Jensen’s. She stretched as she pried herself from the downy sheets and duvet and made her way to the bathroom. 

After brushing her teeth, she wandered through the hallway to find Jeff still asleep in his own room. He was on his back with one arm thrown over his head while the other rested on his chest. His mouth was parted, a soft snore making Kylin smile. Boldly, and without much thought, she slipped under the sheets and curled herself into his side, her head leaned against his chest. A deep hum came from his chest and he swung the arm from above him down to her side, wrapping her up in his arms. He adjusted her to a more comfortable position, giving her a squeeze of satisfaction.

“I could really get used to this, darlin. Don’t spoil me now.” He grinned, his eyes still closed. His voice was rough, and Kylin bit her lip at the internal reaction of her body. 

She rubbed her hand against his bare back and nuzzled her nose into the base of his throat before giving him a small kiss there. There was an almost involuntary action from him, it seemed, as his hips jerked towards her. His hard-on left little to the imagination as it pushed against the thin layers of cotton between them and made contact with her clit, sending white spots to Kylin’s vision. She moaned lightly, which earned her a grunt from Jeffrey. His hips shifted again, and he rolled on top of her, his arms hoisting him up on either side of her head. He stared at her intently, and a low growl left his lips before he dipped his head down to nip at the soft gauge in her ear before intentionally digging his hips into hers once more. She whimpered at the pressure, her head thrown back. Jeffrey pressed his forehead to hers and drew in a deep breath, then suddenly rolled off of her. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Kylin a panting mess behind him.

“You’re gonna kill me, woman.” He said with head in his hands. 

“Not if you don’t kill me first, Mr. J” Kylin replied, sitting up as she worked to catch her breath.

Jeffrey chuckled when he finally stood, and walked around to the other side closest to Ky. He held his hand out for her to take, and he pulled her up onto her knees on the mattress in front of him. He cupped her face in his hands for a moment before he drug them through her hair to the base of her neck. She closed her eyes as he stared at her, and enjoyed the feel of his fingertips that ran through her scalp. He pulled her face to his and kissed her forehead again as her own hands found his waist. Her fingers twitched with his tenderness, and her grip tightened before he pulled away from her. 

Jeffrey let out a deep breath and stepped back, pulling her with him out of the bed and into the kitchen. They found something to eat for breakfast and started coffee as Kylin started questioning him about their plans for the evening. 

Jeffrey was being cryptic, and a knowing smirk played across his face as he continued to give her non-answers no matter what she asked, “It’s New Years in NYC, babe, what do you think we’re going to be doing?” 

“Well, obviously watching the ball drop but what I mean is where? With whom? What do I wear? I need details, Jeff!” She threw her hands up in exasperation and hopped from the stool she had been perched on. She found her pack of cigarettes empty, and groaned before turning to Jeff. She remembered that she had seen him put his pack in the pocket of his sweatpants, so she made her way back over to him, a hint of a sway to her hips as she approached. She reached for his hands and pulled him from his seat, making him stand before her. She craned her head to look up at him as she leaned into his body, her lip caught in her teeth. His eyes smoldered into hers as goosebumps formed on his arms, and she jerked his hips towards hers before slipping her hand into his pocket. She stepped away with a beaming smile, his pack of smokes in her hand, “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.” 

You’re going to get it one of these days, little girl.” He growled half heartedly, following her outside with a grin.

“That’s kinda my goal,” She giggled in reply. She sat down and lit a smoke before she threw the pack and lighter towards him on the chair. He gave her a smirk in reply, and they stared at each other for a moment before Kylin broke the tension to continue her interrogation.

“Just wear something nice, sweetheart. I wanna show you off a bit tonight.”

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Yes, it’s that time again. As an oversized turkey thaws in your fridge and Mariah Carey starts doing her vocal warm ups, it’s time to think about gifting something special to those you love.

Why not give the fanfic lover in your life a custom written fanfiction designed and starring Them?!

Imagine the joy on your bestie’s face as they read about riding in the Impala with Dean and singing along to their favorite song! The magical feeling they’ll get when Bucky rescues them and his prickly exterior softens at their touch… Or hell- get one for yourself and read the story you’ve always dreamed about but couldn’t find ;)

So many possibilities and stories to tell!

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You send me a message and we discuss what type of story you’d like. If I think I can do it properly for you- it’s a go!

You provide details about the character (you, someone else, multiples). Stories can be OFC, Actual People, or Reader Insert.

You leave me alone for a few days and when I return, you’ll get a PDF file of your fic (including custom art) emailed right to you ready for gifting! (gift wrap not included)

What fandoms are you writing for lately?

Any fandom can be negotiated provided I am familiar with it and feel like I would do the details justice. Ex: I’ve watched football, but I’m not gonna write a great football story bc I just don’t get it. ;)

Fandoms I am currently comfy with:

Supernatural, Supernatural RPF (Mostly all ships!)

The Boys, The Boys RPF

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Criminal Minds

The Hunger Games

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Random RPF Actors/Singers

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I do not write for word counts, only the story. If your complete story can be told in 1k words, that’s great. If it takes another 40,000 and we end up with a novel, that’s great for you and I won’t charge you any more for it! I’m more worried about giving you the best story I can than worrying about word counts.

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Distracting Ask: What if Brad Wolfe was a werewolf(e)? What would that be like? Would you ever write a werewolf(e) AU where that happened?

[thousand mile stare] why would you do this to me?

like, the very last AU project I collaborated on in the fandom of my youth (us political pundits rpf, don't @ me, it was a different time) was a vampire/werewolves/supernatural stuff in general au, and it was so much fun. we never posted any of it, it was just an email chain, but we were having a blast.

but werewolf(e)!Brad is basically just a tweaked version of comics!Brad, right? I don't know, I'm not that into the comics. like I get that it's canonically a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation, but that's still somewhat similar?

I hate that I'm in possession of the kind of brain that is now running a 100 miles an hour to craft werewolf(e) fic ideas. oh, the curse of imagination 😅