#the way austin completely lost it too

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Timothée Chalamet and Austin Butler Rate British Food

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Heavy

Label Mature 18+

Summary Being smashed and teased relentlessly by Austin Butler with his recent muscle gains because you are easily distracted and overstimulated.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥. teasing•pinning•edging•restraint•brat reader•distracted reader•neurodivergent reader•orgasm denial•fingering•size kink• simultaneous orgasm • rough sex• mild suffocation creampie•internal vibrator• forced orgasm in pubic

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You wake up early in the morning due to the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the penthouse condo. You're staying with Austin in New York where he’s filming his new movie Caught Stealing.

You stretch naked in the soft sheets turning over to find the king sized bed empty and you sit up realizing Austin is gone.

He invited you to be with him on set this morning but you realize you slept in and he must already be filming now.

“Shit!” You whisper cursing yourself. Austin is always making plans to include you and somehow you always let him down. To be sure you reach for your phone on the nightstand to check seeing there is a text from him:

“Morning Baby, I’m on set now I’ll be back at 11. I need you ready by that time, we have reservations with Zoë and Channing for lunch we can’t be late.”

You feel relieved laying back down, it’s only a little after nine and you feel a sense of satisfaction that he didn’t mention you sleeping in. You really do need the rest feeling your body still sore and recovering from what he did to you last night.

Lazily, you play on your phone, scrolling through social media, catching up on videos and messages lying comfortably in the plush bed. You’re in no rush—until you glance at the time.

“Oh Shit,” you say again your panic rising, realizing it’s almost half past ten. On top of missing events you also have a habit of making Austin late, which is big no-no with his agency.

It’s not that you intend to, but sometimes you just… zone out. You can’t help it, especially during his movie premieres, mid-conversation with his co-stars, or when he’s in the middle of his Q&As. His world moves at such a fast pace that your mind struggles to keep up, constantly overstimulated by the hectic schedule of his life.

Your most recent blunder was for His Dune Part 2 Q&A last night. It was a simple mistake really:

You were already cutting into his time, running a little late as you finished getting ready. Austin gave your waist a gentle squeeze to remind you of the time as you curled your hair at the mirror. 

“The team just arrived in the lobby baby,” he said, his eyes momentarily on you before he made a few quick texts, lost in his phone.

You couldn’t help but get distracted stealing lingering glance at how he was dressed for the event. The white tee he was wearing was tight in all the right places, the fabric stretching over his broad chest and arms, showing off just how much he’d filled out lately.

The months of training for his new role in Caught Stealing had completely transformed him. He looked stronger than ever, his body defined in ways that made it impossible not to notice.

His hair had grown longer too, now casually tucked behind his ears, falling just shy of his neck and framing his sharp jawline perfectly.

As he placed his black cap he was going to wear on the counter, It was hard not to let your eyes roam over his sculpted frame as he stood there, focused on his phone, unaware of your lingering gaze.

Then he suddenly leaned in and gave you a quick kiss, his eyes still focused on his screen. 

“I need to head down and meet them, come as soon as you’re ready, they’re adamant we can’t be late again” he said, giving you a knowing look that meant keep it timely. You nodded seeing he was waiting for your confirmation and with that, he quickly made his way out the door, leaving you to finish your routine.

A few minutes later, as you were grabbing your purse, you received a text from him:

“Babe, grab my black hat bring it down.”

You glanced at the message, knowing he wanted his favorite hat. But before you could move, you frowned, noticing your phone’s battery was low—you’d forgotten to charge it overnight again. 

With a sigh, you headed back into the bedroom, grabbed the battery pack, plugged it in, quickly making your way to the elevator.

As soon as the doors opened on the bottom floor, your eyes found Austin. He was standing near the entrance, casually chatting with his team. The moment he locked eyes with you, a knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“My hat?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You froze, realizing your mistake. “Shit, Austin! I forgot it I’m so sorry,” you said, your heart sinking with panic.

He grinned, giving you a look as he shook his head. “Of course you did,” he said, his voice filled with a familiar tone knowing you all too well.

“I’ll be right back, I promise!” you called out, already repeatedly clicking the elevator button to close the doors as quickly as possible.

Once the doors shut, you let out a frustrated sigh. How could I forget something so simple? you thought, shaking your head. After searching frantically through the closet wasting time, you finally remembered it was where he last placed it on the bathroom counter. Retrieving it quickly, you rushed back down already knowing he was well behind schedule at your expense.

By the time you both arrived at the Q&A, Austin was the last of the cast to step in and was quickly rushed onstage to join his Dune Part Two co-stars Timothée and Zendaya. 

You stayed behind, watching from backstage, tucked behind the curtains as he and the rest of the cast fielded questions from the host.

Your eyes stayed locked on him, the rest of the room fading into the background. Even from a distance, you could see how the spotlight caught the contours of his face, the way he sat in his chair, exuding a relaxed but powerful presence.

His biceps flexed subtly whenever he moved, the months of intense training evident in every shift of his body. The sharpness of his jawline, the practiced ease in which he handled himself—it was impossible not to admire him.

Despite the calm exterior he projected to the audience, you noticed how his eyes kept glancing backstage, searching for you through the shadowed curtains. 

He played it cool, but you knew him all to well. Each time his gaze found yours, there was a flicker of nervous energy, subtle but unmistakable. You watched as his hand gripped the arm of his chair firmly running his fingers along the fabric—a telltale sign he was unsettled.  

His answers were a little slower, his gestures were unsure, and you felt a pang of guilt knowing that making him late had thrown him off balance.

Austin thrived on punctuality and routine, and small mishaps like this one always made him falter, even if only for a moment. His usual rhythm had been disrupted, and the tension was clear in the way he held himself. 

But then, just as he always did, he started to warm up. You slowly saw the shift as his shoulders relaxed, his posture loosening. He began to smile more, his grin widening as he made jokes with Zendaya and Timothée. 

His voice grew steadier, his gestures more natural, as he finally settled into the rhythm he had been searching for and as he regained his stride you let out a sigh of relief.

He began feeling more confident with each question, and every time he leaned forward to answer, he casually rolled up his sleeves, his thick biceps flexing with each movement, drawing your attention. The  sight was impossible to ignore and it made your pulse quicken distracting you from the guilt you had been feeling earlier.

You couldn’t help but admire how much he’d changed physically. He had gained so much muscle since he started filming and you wanted him—not just the feel of his touch, but the overwhelming presence of his body against yours, the intensity you knew he could bring, the anticipation building with every glance.

The Q&A seemed to stretch on forever, and you found yourself zoning out, your mind drifting to the thought of being back at the condo with Austin.

When the Q&A finally ended and you drove back to the condo Austin had the same idea.

As you both walked through the door, you barely had time to react before he pulled you close, his lips on yours before you could catch your breath. 

His kiss was fierce, his lips moving with deep intensity, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His grip was firm but playful as he guided you toward the couch, his mouth never leaving yours, each kiss more demanding than the last.

Before you could say anything, he gently pushed you down onto the couch and was on top of you in an instant, the weight of his body keeping you in place as he leaned in  lips hovering just above yours as he grinned with a teasing edge to his voice.

“You enjoyed making me late, didn’t you?” he asked, his tone low and playful, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Austin, I didn’t mean to,” you stammered, your breath hitching as his grin widened, clearly unconvinced. 

“I— I just—”You started, but before you could finish, his hands moved swiftly, pushing your dress up and pulling your panties to the side with a practiced ease holding you firmly in place as your breath caught in your throat.

“You can try to explain all you want,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with intent. “But it won’t change what’s about to happen,”

His grip tightened on your hip keeping you pinned beneath him, and he lifted himself up, his movements smooth and deliberate as he pulled you with him, positioning you so your legs were spread apart, draped over his lap.

His eyes locked onto yours, the heat in them unmistakable as his hands slid up your thighs, teasingly slow. The anticipation built with every second, your breath catching as his touch lingered.

“I’ve told you so many times I can’t be late, and each time you’ve made sure it happened ” he said, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “So let’s see how you like having to wait,” he said, his voice low and thick with intent.

With a controlled push, he slid his fingers inside you reaching depth that left you breathless, thrusting them in at a pace leaving you completely at his mercy his eyes never leaving yours as you began to moan in pleasure.

He edged you over and over again until you were clenching around his fingers, pleasure rolling through you in waves as you were about to come. Then, just as you reached the brink, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you desperate. Your hips bucked against nothing as you cried, “Austin, please,” only for him to start again.

“How does it feel not to get what you want?” he asked, his voice tense with control as he watched you squirm beneath him.

“Austin, please… I can’t take it ” you whined, your body shaking with the thrust of his fingers, only for him to slip them out once more, leaving you trembling with need.

“You gonna make me late again?” he asked, his voice low and commanding, his eyes locked on yours.

Your breath caught, the desperation building inside you to a peak. “Please… Austin, I won’t make you late again,” you promised, your voice barely above a whisper, your body aching for release.

“You gotta do better than that if you want to come,” he replied, the control in his voice making you almost orgasm as you whimpered.

“Please, I need you… I can’t take it anymore. Austin please .” The words trembled on your lips, your entire body tense with longing, your mind consumed by the overwhelming need for him.

A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he finally gave in, leaning closer. “That’s my good girl ,” he said unbuttoning his jeans. He released his thick cock from its confines and slicked his tip along your soaked entrance before pushing deeply within your walls. You tightened around him as the overwhelming pleasure hit you hard, your body reacting instantly to the sensation.

“Austin!” You cried in a breathy moan feeling the raw power of his body as he began to thrust. Every muscle in his chest, arms, and back flexed, his strength unrelenting  as he fucked into you with determination. 

“Such a spoiled brat” he panted above you. “Enjoying every bit of this punishment aren’t you?” He asked as his powerful thrusts left you gasping, your body trembling as his strong hands gripped your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted.

“Y-yes Austin!" You answered your words barely able to come from your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over as you moaned in pleasure.

You could feel every inch of him, his muscles tensing as he drove deeper, his body relentless and commanding. His presence, his control, was intoxicating, and all you could do was hold on, completely overtaken by him as his body worked powerfully against yours.

As the pleasure built to a breaking point, his grip tightened on you, and with one final thrust, he groaned deeply, finding his release as you both came together, your body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you.

He collapsed beside you, both of you catching your breath. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he pulled you close, his lips brushing gently against your forehead. “Tomorrow—you better be on time or your punishment is going to be worse than this.” he grinned, his tone carrying an unmistakable edge and the way he held you firmly made it clear—he fully expected you to follow through

You nodded, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. Wrapped in his strong arms, a sense of relief washed over you, knowing you would follow through on your promise and before long, the exhaustion of the day settled in. The two of you made your way to bed and as soon as you curled into him you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Now the very next morning you’d already missed his request for you on set. You know you definitely can’t let him down again and quickly you get out of bed, straightening the sheet and duvet and then rushing to the shower.

You go through your full body routine, exfoliating and moisturizing then step out of the shower, blow-drying your hair until it’s perfectly dry 

You add a few curls with a styling wand then sit at the vanity, carefully applying makeup, making sure everything is blended seamlessly until you are satisfied with your look.

You know you’ll be spotted in public, and you have to look your best. The paparazzi love snapping candid shots of the two of you, especially since you’ll be going to lunch with Channing and Zoë.

Wrapping up in your towel, you head to the bedroom, ready to pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion. 

As soon as the closet comes into view you are startled by none other than Austin. You shriek as he easily picks you up in his strong arms.

“Austin!” you gasp, but before you can say more, he lands you down on the bed climbing on top of you, his body pressing down, taking over you completely. His muscles are hard against your softer frame and you feel every inch of his toned body as he settles on you.

“You don’t check your phone?” He asks, his voice low and smooth his eyes full of mischief as the weight of him pins you in place holding you captive beneath him. “You’re always on that thing.” He confirms

“I—I was in the shower…,” you stammer, watching his eyes darken with intent as they lower to your neck. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, brushing his lips lightly against your skin.

His breath is warm, as his mouth lingers, teasing the sensitive spot just below your ear and making your pulse quicken as his lips graze your skin, heightening the tension between you.

“I told you to be ready,” he says, his voice low and dangerous and you can feel his smirk against your skin, a silent acknowledgment that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

He’s shirtless, with only a pair of loose sweats clinging to his hips and that’s when you realize—it’s well past eleven and he’s already been back from set for a while, but you hadn’t even noticed, lost in your own routine, oblivious to the texts you missed.

“I… I didn’t realize the time,” you whisper your voice trembling as his tongue flicks out licking a warm stripe along the soft column of your throat.

You sigh in pleasure beneath him, trapped under the delicious weight of his hold as his body presses down on you. His lips move slowly along your neck, gently sucking and kissing, the teasing leaves you craving more of him, your body instinctively arching toward his, desperate for the intensity you know is coming.

“I should punish you now for not being ready…”he breathes, his voice low and dangerous, sending a jolt of anticipation through you. The very thought of his words has your pulse racing. Your body reacting with a deep ache as the anticipation keeps building inside you. 

He shifts his weight, his biceps solid and powerful smothering you in the best way possible. Every inch of his body radiates dominance, and you’re lost in the intoxicating mix of desire and restraint.

His grin is wicked,  as he watches you begin to struggle beneath him savoring every bit of control he holds over you. “Look how, completely helpless you are,” he teases, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You can see the way he delights in your reactions—the way your body squirms under him, pinned down and completely at his mercy, as his gaze drinks in every shudder, every gasp.

The feeling of being crushed beneath his weight and the overwhelming presence of him, is intoxicating.

Your breath quickens as the tension builds, your body tightening beneath him until you’re gasping, struggling for air, overwhelmed by the intensity. Just as you lose your breath, he lets up, giving you just enough space to catch it again.

You’re completely aroused, eyes deep with desire, your mind rendered senseless by his dominance. Every inch of you burns with need, craving more of the control he wields over you.

“Was that my punishment?” you ask, trying to hide the delight in your voice, though it slips through in your breathless tone.

He grins down at you in amusement “Punishment?” he asks as his smile deepens and his voice fills with promise. “No that comes later.” He confirms.

His gaze lingers on you as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “What I want now ”He says his lips hovering near your ear “Is  a reward for working on set today while you were sleeping in” he says with a teasing tone as he shifts his weight lowering his sweats.

“After all,” he continues, his tone softening to a seductive whisper, “I should be satisfied for my hard work. Don’t you think?” He asks as he captures your gaze.

He taps his heavy cock against your clit, startling you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core as he awaits  your response.

“Yes, Austin, please!” you moan, your voice trembling with need.

“Thats what I thought” he says as you feel him slowly push the head of his cock into your wet entrance. His pace is achingly slow as the thickness of his cock fills you inch by inch. 

You grow impatient with his teasing and want to have it all. Without even thinking, your hands lower to his waist, gripping him hard to pull him deeply inside of you. The sudden tightness makes him groan loudly, your moans echoing beneath him as he begins to thrust.

You keep pulling him into you, again and again, until his restraint fades entirely. You’re both moaning, voices tangled together as he forgets to hold back, his full weight pressing into you, his cock heavy and powerful as he pounds into you without hesitation.

He’s so strong, every thrust leaving you breathless as his muscles flex, keeping you pinned beneath him.

Pathetic little cries begin to escape your lips, and he responds by driving into you even deeper, snapping his hips forward with so much intensity your body begins colliding with his on each thrust.

“Austin!” you cry out in pleasure , your voice broken and desperate as you cling to him, controlling the depth of his thrusts with your hands, guiding you both closer to your release.

The sensation builds to a peak, your body quivering with each deep, powerful thrust of his cock, and just as the tension becomes unbearable, you feel yourself begin to explode into a mind-numbing orgasm.

Your body trembles uncontrollably, your walls clenching around him, every muscle tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Your mind goes blank, your breath ragged as you gasp for air, lost in the intensity of it all as you moan uncontrollably.

His thrusts become desperate, his groans more primal, until finally, with one last powerful drive, his cock pulses inside of you as his body shudders.

His hips buck against you as he comes and he rests his full weight on you, making it hard to breathe after your orgasm, your chest tight as you struggle for air.

“Aus!” you squeal, and he chuckles, his cock still twitching inside you as he enjoys every last bit of his release, feeling you wriggle beneath him. His grin is wicked as he finally lifts up just enough for you to take a deep breath.

“I thought you liked being squished,” he teases, his voice full of playful satisfaction as he watches your flustered expression.

You're still catching your breath as you respond “Not after an orgasm like that, Austin,” you admit with a playful smile tugging at your lips

He smiles in return and kisses you, then placing his hands on your hips, as he slowly pulls out. He sits at the edge of the bed pulling his boxers and sweats back on. 

“Get up and get dressed—we’re going to lunch with Zoe and Channing,” he says and you blink in confusion. “Austin… what?” you ask, sitting up baffled by his statement.

He wraps his arm tightly around your neck, his nose touching yours. “I lied about the time,” he admits with a satisfied grin.

“Austin!” you say, shocked, but he just smirks, sitting up and letting you go. You shake your head in surprised disbelief as you head to the closet, quickly getting dressed. Then, you head to the bathroom, re-fixing your makeup and hair.

Once ready you return to the bedroom, finding Austin already dressed, a mischievous glint in his eye, holding a small remote-controlled vibrator in his hand. “Come here,” he gestures, curling his finger with a grin.

Curious and already knowing he’s up to no good, you walk over to him, and he kneels down, slipping your panties down to your thighs.

“Now for your punishment,” he says, lifting the front of your dress. His eyes never leaving yours, watching every flicker of emotion on your face as his fingers trail along your inner thigh before slipping the small vibrator inside of you, pressing it in just deep enough to hit that perfect spot. The sudden sensation makes your breath catch, your body tensing in response.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin. “Let’s go to lunch,” he says, pocketing the remote and standing up, his eyes sparkling playfully as you feel your pulse rise with the silent acknowledgment of what he has planned

When you arrive at the restaurant, all thoughts of the little surprise inside of you vanish as soon as you see Zoe and Channing.

Star-struck, you hug them both, grinning with excitement, and the four of you sit down. Austin and Zoe begin chatting about their movie Caught Stealing the conversation drifting into a detailed discussion on the nuances of Hank Thompsons character arc. You try to focus, but your mind starts to zone out as you push your food around your plate, the topic a bit dry for your taste.

Just as you’re about to completely drift off, you feel it—a soft, hum inside of you. Your fork falters in your hand, and you glance up in time to see Austin throw a quick, knowing look your way. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize exactly what’s happening.

The humming stops suddenly, and you exhale, relieved for the moment. As Austin begins talking about practical effects your brows knit as you really try to follow the conversation this time, but luckily, Zoe and Channing are carrying it, allowing you to fade into the background again.

The moment is short-lived because soon enough, Austin brings up the Dune Part 2 Q&A that you made him late for.

He glances at you as he asks, “Remember, baby? The question they asked about how I knew the way I wanted to portray Feyd Rautha?

Before you can even answer, the vibrator kicks back on, this time stronger. You grip the edge of the table, your fingers trembling as the dishes rattle, drawing startled looks from Zoe and Channing.

Austin slowly grins as the intensity builds, the sensation sending a wave of heat over your body as you struggle to form words.

“Y-yes…Yes …I remember!” you stammer, swallowing hard, though you don’t actually remember at all.

“Which scene was it again baby I love how you tell it.” Austin says knowing full well you didn’t pay attention during the Q&A and pushes the intensity higher.

You fight to keep your composure, your brows knitting as you shoot him a pleading glance.

“It’s a pivotal scene in the movie, baby,” he says and you feel the vibrator buzzing so intensely now that you have to press your legs together, feeling every muscle in your body tensing up as you lean forward.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Zoe asks, her face full of concern.

You nod stiffly, almost ready to come, biting your lip hard to stifle any sound. When you glance over at Austin his eyes are delighted by the control he’s holding over you.

Your mouth opens in a silent cry, your hand sliding across the table and knocking your fork to the floor with a loud clatter. Both Zoe and Channing turn to stare, confused.

Before Channing or Zoe can put two and two together, you reach under the table, your hand slipping over Austin’s thigh grabbing it in a desperate gesture for him to strop.

But he pulls your hand away, grinning wickedly, refusing to let up. He increases the intensity once more, pushing you to the brink.

You’re trembling as you bring your hand to cover your mouth. You look down at your plate, a silent orgasm rushing through you, causing your hips to slightly rock beneath the table. You use all your willpower in attempt to stifle the faint little whimpers that escape you.

“Are you not feeling well baby?,” Austin says, playing it off as you struggle to regain control of your breath. You nod softly, agreeing, even though your heart is pounding in your chest, the intensity of the moment still rushing through your body.

Slowly, you look up, your face flushed after the release and lean  back in your chair, trying to hide the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you.

Austin casually continues the conversation with Zoe and Channing, unable to hold back his mischievous grin whenever he glances at you.

You don’t say much for the remainder of the meal, but you listen intently to every single word as they talk about the scene they’re shooting tomorrow—a bar fight for Austin, followed by another scene where he’ll be in a car discussing their plans for retribution and  a romantic scene with Zoe at the bar.

Suddenly, Austin places his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “And you’ll be with me on set tomorrow on time right baby?” he asks, his grin widening with a knowing look.

Zoe claps excitedly, her eyes lighting up. “Finally! He’s been talking about bringing you on set nonstop,” she reveals, smiling warmly.

You glance at Austin, a soft smile spreading across your lips, your voice still a bit shaky as you reply, “Yes, I’ll be there on time Austin.”

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The Confession Killer

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: torture, blood, violence, kidnapping

Summary: They called him, 'The Confession Killer', but to you, he was nothing but an unsub, another man who needed to be caught. But the sudden knock on your door one late evening will change your entire life.

"The unsub we are looking for is a white male 30-35. A sadistic narcissist who tortures his victims both emotionally and physically." Morgan began to give the profile to the members of the Austin Police Department.

"He makes them call up their husbands, boyfriends or even their fathers so they can confess their love before killing them. We believe he is doing this due to a rejection. His ego can't move forward, so he takes it out on women who look like the woman who rejected him. Given the time of deaths and kidnappings, we can assume that he works at a gas station or supermarket. He kidnaps them at night and then locks them up, then the next evening he makes them call and by the next morning, he kills them. This unsub hates women with a passion, and often he can't mask the hate." you continued as everyone took notes.

"Look for men who are keeping to themselves, if you talk to their coworkers they will tell you that he sometimes has outbursts at women for apparently no or very little reason. He most likely has a hidden house far from where he lives." Finally, Hotch finished and everyone went off to work.

Soon you all finished for the day and headed to the hotel. You ordered some food to your room as you continued to work.

You continued to listen to the last victim's call to her father. Even if Penelope did analyze it already, you wanted to go over everything. 

Then, there was a knock on your door.

"I didn't order anything," you said but they knocked again, you stood up and headed to open the door and tell the person to just leave you alone. 

The door flung open and all you saw was the tall man before he hit you on the head and you blacked out. 

The next morning, everyone found it interesting when you didn't show up but they didn't question it too much. Even Hotch knew that sometimes you needed to be left alone. Sometimes you come up with the most brilliant ideas that way. 

But when you didn't even call by the late afternoon, everyone grew suspicious.

Then, Spencer got a call. He barged into the room where everyone was and put it on speaker.

"S-Spencer, I'm so sorry." you sounded so desperate, everyone knew this was bad. Very bad. You cried and there was a loud bang, it made everyone jump a little before you continued.

Morgan quickly dialled Garcia so she could track the call.

"I should have told you this sooner. I should have been brave but I'm a coward. Truth is I have always loved you. Every time someone asks you to stop rambling, I just want to ask you to continue. Every day I just want to tell you that I love you but I'm a coward. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this sooner." there was a pause as you cried, everyone felt their stomach drop. "I do love you, Spencer Reid." you whispered the last part before the line was cut off.

"Garcia?!" yelled Hotch. 

"Sir... I lost it." 

"This is not good, we all know he kills them after the confession," said Rossi.

"Rossi," David looked at Hotch who had a stern expression and motioned to Spencer. 

Spencer's mind was visibly running at a speed and yet, his mind was blank.

He knew your words were true, he noticed the way you looked at him.

He needed to find you.

"Guys, I think I have something." Hotch barged into the room. "The victims never used the word coward before. This must mean something."

Then as if a lightbulb was turned on, Spencer understood. 

---

You sobbed as you looked up at the man keeping you hostage. 

He then threw you back into the closet he kept you in and locked it before heading upstairs.

"Whore." you heard him say before he left.

You were in complete darkness. He kept you locked and only came down to occasionally torture you.

Small cuts now adored your arms and thighs.

He called you Clara. The woman that hurt him, and now because of what happened with him, he was taking it out on you and other women. 

You knew his MO. You knew you didn't have long. 

Now you just hoped at least one member of your team understood your secret message before it was too late for you.

At least you told Spencer how you felt.

That was something.

Even if you were crying and sobbing while doing so.

The door slammed open as you heard footsteps. Your tears began to fall once again as he dragged you out of the closet and upstairs by your hair.

"You are all the same." he said. "Fucking WHORE!" he said as you lay on the floor, he was above you with a huge knife.

This was it, you thought as you cried.

This was your end.

You shut your eyes and awaited death.

"FBI! Put the knife down!" you heard Derek's voice but you were too scared to open your eyes, then you heard a gunshot and then, silence.

Silence until Derek came, picked you up from the floor and you finally opened your eyes.

He had officers behind him as he carried you out of the cottage.

You caught a glimpse of Emily as you were taken to the ambulance.

The next thing you knew, you woke up in a hospital bed.

Everything hurt, but at least you were not in there anymore.

To your left, Spencer was reading in a chair.

"For a second, I was scared I would wake up in that closet." you said and Spencer shot up, going over to you and holding your hand. "It was so dark in there."

"It's over now. You are safe." he said and you believed him.

"I knew someone would understand my message."

"You are safe now." he said and you nodded.

"You know Spencer, I didn't lie. My confession. I really do have feelings for you." you avoided looking at him, you were scared of rejection.

"I-I know that you were serious. Your tone and... sorry. I'm rambling. I'm trying to say that I also have feelings for you." this time, you looked at him.

Both of you were rather embarrassed, but the feelings were there and were real. 

All you could see was love. Pure love mixed with desperation.

"Kiss me please." you said, easing his desperation. 

He sat down on the bed next to you.

At first, he was awkward, not sure where to put his hands, or what to do, but then, he eased up and after a big sigh, his lips found yours.

You let him take the lead, even if he was a bit hesitant and careful, he found his rhythm.

He was so sweet. 

You were sure he ate some candy not long ago, but he was also perfect.

His lips moulded with yours so easily. 

It was meant to be. Even if he was rather hesitant in the beginning, he started to get bolder by the second.

He pulled away way too soon, but you might have just scared him when you started to use some tongue. He pulled back but didn't go too far, your hand was still on the back of his neck. 

"We should go on a date." he suddenly said. Then he started to ramble on and on about perfect dates, perfect places to go to and more and more and more.

"Spencer, some dinner and drinks will be perfect." you tried to help but then he started to think about different restaurants. "Let's do some Italian," you said, again, helping him.

"I know the perfect place." he said and you smiled. "How silly of me, you should heal."

"Then you can come over and we can order something," you said and he quickly nodded.

Who could have thought that you getting kidnapped and tortured would turn out so well? 

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wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 1

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pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader.

summary: it’s september 29th, 2003, and joel cannot wrap his head around the fact that sarah is truly gone. as he’s about to put an end to his own suffering…

warnings: mdni. suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, deathwish. loss of a daughter / family members. please do NOT read if this is triggering for you. swear words. reader is female, no description given. no mention of age. no use of y/n.

a/n: this is my very first attempt at writing tlou fan fiction. please be nice >: one-shot (maybe?). mainly joel’s pov but then changes to reader’s pov. this is by no means lore-accurate. also this is my interpretation of how joel lost his hearing in his right ear and got the scar on his right temple ― he did imply he tried to end his life after sarah’s death so this is how i imagine it happened. finally, this is not proofread and english is not my mother tongue, so please excuse any mistakes you might spot. enjoy! (or not? cry with me pls).

w/c: ~1.3k.

Had life been any different, Joel would probably not be in this position.

He had lost everything he held dear. His very reason for living. He could not wrap his head around the fact that Sarah was gone. Truly gone. He could still feel the mud under his fingernails ― his vain attempt to undo the work Tommy had put into digging Sarah’s grave.

It still felt unreal. His baby girl was six feet under, just a few yards away from him. But in his mind, he was still hugging her closely against his chest, feeling her warmth. Tommy had tried to console him, but there were no words in any human language that could sooth his broken heart, so his brother left to run the perimeter and give him some space.

The last few days were like a whirlpool of pain and tears ― agony filling up his lungs, constricting his throat. Joel could not remember the last time he had cried, but he had done so many times in the last seventy-two hours. He could not contain his own emotion any longer. Such torment was too overwhelming. A father was not supposed to bury his own daughter.

It was thanks to his brother that he had been able to put his Sarah to rest. After hell broke loose in Austin and that damn official had shot at them, Joel could not bring himself to recall what had happened afterwards. From what Tommy had told him, they ran for as long as they could ― Joel still holding onto Sarah’s lifeless body. His brother was able to secure a vehicle and they drove out of the city to avoid any more unwanted encounters.

That was how they got to Sam Houston National Forest. Under normal circumstances, they would have gotten there in under three hours, but it took them almost three days. Sarah loved that nature reserve. They would vacation nearby in the summertime when Joel’s schedule was clear of contracting jobs. Sarah, always full of life, would push her dad down the hiking trail, giggling, teasing him and his old knees.

Paralysed by fear, pain and guilt, Joel had only been able to watch as Tommy put a shovel to the ground and started digging. He only snapped out of his stupor when his brother murmured something as he kneeled before him to take Sarah away from his arms. Joel could not comprehend what Tommy was doing until the younger Miller put Sarah in the hole. That was when he had completely lost it.

It had been hours and Joel had not moved yet. His back against a pine tree, hands on his lap. His eyes fixated on his daughter’s tomb. Tommy had fashioned a cross with wood branches to mark the grave, wildflowers surrounding it despite being September. The contrast between the blooming wildlife and Sarah’s burial pit was gut-wrenching. So much that Joel had to close his eyes to stop them from watering once more.

Tommy had assured him this dreadful feeling would lessen with time ― maybe even go away. Joel had just looked at him blankly in disbelief. He very much doubted it. There was no way he could feel his heart beating again when it had been ripped out of his chest. Emptiness eating him up, nothingness taking over his soul, dread engulfing his senses. There was no coming back from this.

Truthfully, he could not see the point anymore. The world was ending anyway, why postpone the inevitable? Joel was sure that he would only burden Tommy ― in this state of mind, he was not going to be able to protect anyone, let alone his brother. In fact, he would just guide him to his death, the same way he had led Sarah to hers.

Joel opened his eyes and looked down. Tommy had left a gun on the ground to his right while he patrolled the surrounding area, in case he was interrupted and in need of protecting himself. What he was thinking about doing could be considered as “protecting himself” ― from his own thoughts, his own breathtaking pain.

His right hand wrapped around the grip of the gun while his index finger slid towards the trigger. As Joel put the gun to his right temple, his eyes locked on the makeshift wooden cross. He hoped he could be reunited with Sarah in Heaven, God knew he had tried his best in this life and had still failed. It was not enough. He was not enough.

Joel took a deep breath, eyes closed, and pulled the trigger.

Houston was in shambles. You just barely escaped that godforsaken city and made it to the closest nature reserve you could think of. It was the best idea, you thought, as people would be scarce in the midst of nature. So, you walked and walked, until you came across two men who had set up camp off the main trail. You kept to the shadows, not knowing if you should trust them or not.

The youngest one left a few minutes after your arrival, so you adjusted your position in order to not be seen. From there, you could have a better look at the older guy, who seemed rather defeated, sat on the ground, his back resting against a tree. His eyes bare, his face completely blank. You assumed his crushed expression was because of the events of the last few days.

Or, at least, that was what you thought until you spotted the improvised grave in front of him.

Tears welled up, gathering at the rims of your eyelids. You knew that feeling damn too well. Not only the outbreak, but life had also taken some very important people from you. The feeling of loss ― you perfectly understood how hard it could hit.

But you could not reminisce about old times, not now, when your own life was hanging by a thread. You were alone in this world, and you knew how fucking dangerous that would be for a woman. Human nature scared you more than some goddamn virus.

So you were lingering. You saw those two men, and you pondered your options. Something was telling you that you could trust them ― if you could trust anyone while the world was ending.

You came closer, making sure you did not make a noise. That was when you saw the raw emotion painted on his worn-out face. There was something about him that drew you in. His gloomy look spoke of hurt, but also danger.

And then you also saw his hand holding a gun to his temple.

You just acted ― without any concern for your own safety.

“NO!”, a painful shriek left your mouth as you ran towards him, your knees skidding through the dirt as you stopped by his side.

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, trying to pull the gun away from him, when the shot went off with a loud bang. It grazed the skin on his temple and blood started to pool on the fresh wound.

“Oh, shit”, you said breathlessly, pressing the palm of your hand against the gash to stop the bleeding.

His brown eyes focused on you, a mixture of shock and disappointment.

After what felt like an eternity losing yourself in those irises, he mumbled:

“Why?”

You tried to talk, but the words would not leave your tongue.

“I…”, you started to explain yourself, but was quickly interrupted.

“What the heck was that?!”

You looked up and spotted the second man, the one you saw walking away a few minutes earlier, running towards you ― rifle on hand, pointing at you.

Blood rushed out of your face. Was that how you were going to die after all?

“Tommy, wait―”

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 41/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap, Angst

Word Count: 8620

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

After two weeks of spending as much time together as possible, every touch and word between you slowly mending the cracks in your relationship.

Standing in front of the mirror after a hot shower, you were completely naked, your skin still damp and warm. You stared at your reflection, your eyes lingering on your stomach—your tiny belly barely visible at this early stage of pregnancy. It was subtle, but you could see it, feel it, and it made everything feel a little more real.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Jensen stepping into the room until he was right behind you. He was shirtless, his sweatpants slung low on his hips, and his gaze locked onto you in the mirror. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, just stood there, his green eyes following your every move. You caught his gaze in the mirror, your lips curving into a small, shy smile, but you didn’t say anything either.

Then, with a hesitation that was so unlike him, Jensen’s hand lifted. Slowly, almost tentatively, his fingers brushed against your bare stomach. Your breath hitched, but you stayed silent, letting him explore at his own pace. His hand lingered, his palm warm against your skin as he cupped your barely-there bump, his thumb brushing in a gentle arc.

“Felt anything by now?”, he asked quietly, his voice low and rough, laced with both curiosity and uncertainty. His eyes flicked up to meet yours in the mirror, and you could see the struggle in them—the slow, cautious acceptance he was working his way toward.

You shook your head softly, your own hand lifting to rest over his, pressing his palm against your skin. “Not yet”, you said gently. “It’s still too early. Probably another month or so before I feel anything”.

He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping back to your stomach, his thumb continuing its soft, absentminded motions. “It’s… smaller than I thought it’d be by now”, he muttered, his tone almost like he was talking to himself. “I guess I don’t know what I expected”.

Jensen’s thumb traced another slow, gentle arc over your stomach as his eyes stayed fixed on your barely-there bump. He didn’t say anything for a moment, and you could see the wheels turning in his mind. You knew him well enough to know he was grappling with his own feelings, the conflict etched in his expression.

This wasn’t his first child, but everything about this felt different. He was older now, more mature, and more aware of the realities of what was to come—the sleepless nights, the sacrifices, the exhaustion. He knew how hard pregnancy and parenting could be, and still, he wasn’t thrilled about starting over. Not now, not when he hadn’t planned for it. But at the same time, he knew this was your first pregnancy, your first chance to experience the magic and joy of it all. And he didn’t want to ruin it for you.

It was the first time he’d touched your belly, really really touched it, and the weight of that moment wasn’t lost on you. You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions in check, but the lump in your throat grew harder to swallow. Deep down, even though things had mostly fallen back into place between you, you were still hurt that he wasn’t happy about the pregnancy. It was something you had dreamed of, something that brought you so much joy, but his hesitation, his lack of enthusiasm—it felt like he was stealing some of that happiness away from you, even if he didn’t mean to.

But you understood, or at least you tried to. You knew how hard this must be for him, how much his life was about to change when he hadn’t been ready for it. That didn’t make it hurt any less, though.

“You okay?”, Jensen’s voice broke through your thoughts, soft and tentative as his gaze flicked up to meet yours in the mirror. His green eyes searched yours, and you could see the faint flicker of concern in them.

You nodded quickly, your fingers tightening over his hand on your stomach. “Yeah”, you said softly, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. “I’m okay”.

He didn’t look convinced, his brow furrowing slightly as he tilted his head to get a better look at your face. “You sure?”, he asked, his voice low. “Because you look like you’re about to cry”.

You let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. “It’s just… hormones”, you lied, forcing a small smile as you turned your head to look at him. “You know how it is”.

He frowned, his hand sliding up from your stomach to your waist as he turned you to face him. “Don’t do that”, he said quietly, his voice firm but gentle. “Don’t brush it off like it’s nothing. If something’s bothering you, I want to know”.

You hesitated, your hands resting lightly on his chest as you searched his face. “It’s just…”. You paused, trying to find the right words. “I.. I know you’re not happy about this. And I get it, Jensen, I do. But it’s hard. Because I’m happy. Or at least, I want to be. But when you’re like this, it feels like you’re taking that away from me”.

Jensen swallowed hard, his jaw tightening slightly as he processed your words. His hand brushed over your stomach, but you could feel the slight tension in his fingers, like he was trying to hold something back. His eyes flickered with emotion, with guilt, but also with something softer—an acknowledgment of the pain he knew he was causing, even if it wasn’t intentional.

“I’m trying, (Y/N)”, he murmured, his voice rough but sincere. “I really am”.

You looked down, your hands slipping from his chest as you exhaled shakily. “I know”, you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. And you did. You knew he wasn’t a bad person, that he wasn’t trying to make this harder for you. He was just struggling, just as much as you were—just in a different way.

You blinked quickly, brushing away the tears that had escaped, before reaching for the nearest towel to wrap around yourself. The warmth of the shower had long faded, replaced by the cool air of the room, and you suddenly felt unbearably exposed—not just physically, but emotionally. You needed something, anything, to shield yourself.

Jensen stepped back slightly, his hands falling away from you, giving you space as you tightened the towel around your body. He didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was watching you closely, waiting to see if you’d say more.

But what else was there to say?

You hadn’t told anybody about the pregnancy yet—nobody except Jensen. Not even your parents. Not your friends. You weren´t allowed to. Not until the divorce was officially finalized, not until everything was settled legally. It was an unspoken rule, something Jensen and his lawyers had warned you about, something you had to keep to yourself until the paperwork was done.

So, as much as you wanted to talk to someone about it, as much as you needed to share this experience with someone who would be excited with you, there was no one else. No one but Jensen. And that was the hardest part.

Because Jensen wasn’t excited.

He was trying. He was here. But he wasn’t happy. And that loneliness—that aching, overwhelming loneliness—was starting to weigh on you more than you wanted to admit.

Jensen exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face as if he was trying to figure out what to say. “I know this hasn’t been easy”, he muttered, his voice quieter now. “For either of us”.

You let out a small, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “That’s an understatement”.

He hesitated, then reached for you again, his fingers lightly brushing your arm. “(Y/N)”, he said softly, and when you finally looked up at him, his eyes were filled with something raw, something vulnerable. “You’re not alone in this”.

Your throat tightened, and you looked away quickly. “Sometimes it feels like I am”, you admitted before you could stop yourself.

He inhaled sharply, as if your words had hit him harder than he expected. “I don’t want you to feel like that”, he said after a moment. “I know I’ve been distant. I know I haven’t handled this the way I should have. But I need you to know… I do care”.

You nodded, but you didn’t trust yourself to say anything else. You weren’t sure what would come out if you did.

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair before stepping back again, giving you more space. “Let me order us some food”, he offered, his voice lighter, trying to shift the mood. “Something good. No protein bars this time, I promise”.

You let out a soft breath, managing a small smile despite yourself. “That would be nice”.

He nodded, giving you a lingering look before turning toward the bedroom door. As he walked out, you exhaled deeply, gripping the edge of the towel a little tighter.

Jensen was trying. And that was something. But deep down, you still couldn’t shake the feeling that you were going through this alone.

The past few weeks had been a blur of emotions—relief, exhaustion, and a loneliness that you hadn’t quite known how to handle. The divorce was finally through. Official. Done. And yet, instead of feeling liberated, you felt… hollow.

You sat curled up on the couch in your house in Austin, watching as Jensen paced the living room, his hands on his hips, his jaw tight. Your belly had grown slightly, but not enough for it to be obvious yet. It just looked like you’d eaten a bit too much, not like there was a life growing inside you. A life that Jensen still struggled to acknowledge.

He was still distant. He didn’t want to talk about the baby, didn’t want to be involved in picking out onesies or nursery furniture. The excitement you’d once felt about preparing for this new chapter had dimmed more, replaced by a quiet sadness you tried not to let show. You wanted to be excited, but how could you be when the one person you needed to share it with was avoiding it entirely?

Jensen had spent most of the last few weeks in LA, while you had been here—alone. Sure, he texted, he called, but when he was back in town, things felt… off. Like there was that wall between you again, one that neither of you could quite break down.

And today, it was all about to get even more complicated.

Danneel was coming. With her lawyer, Jensen’s lawyer, and the kids. You’d never met them before—not in persona, not face to face and offical, anyway. Today, you would. And the kids, they’d be staying with you for a few days.

Meanwhile, Jensen and Danneel would be working with their lawyers to finalize an official statement for the media. Something clean. Something that explained their divorce without fueling any rumors. Something that made it clear that you hadn’t been the reason for the end of their marriage—even if some people would always believe otherwise.

Your stomach twisted as you thought about it, your fingers absentmindedly tracing over the barely-there bump. “Jensen”, you said softly, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the room.

He stopped pacing, turning to look at you, his expression unreadable. “Yeah?”.

You hesitated. What could you even say? Are you ready for this? Are you okay? Do you even want to do this? Instead, you just sighed. “Nothing”, you murmured, shaking your head.

Jensen ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “This is just… a lot”, he admitted, his voice low.

“I know”, you said quietly. And you did. But what you didn’t say—what you weren’t sure you could say—was that it was a lot for you too. And unlike him, you didn’t have the option of detaching yourself from it.

Before either of you could say anything else, the doorbell rang. Your heart jumped into your throat. “They’re here”, you whispered, more to yourself than to him. Jensen inhaled deeply, squared his shoulders, and nodded. “Yeah. They are”. And just like that, the moment you had been dreading was here.

Jensen opened the door, and you instinctively took a step back, hovering slightly behind him as the lawyers exchanged pleasantries. The professional chatter was easy and practiced, as if they’d done this a hundred times before. Without hesitation, Jensen’s lawyer ushered Danneel’s lawyer toward the dining area, the sound of their voices quickly fading as they got to work on the official statement.

That left just the six of you—Jensen, Danneel, the kids, and you.

Before the tension could settle, Zeppelin let out a delighted squeal. “Daddy!”, he yelled, immediately running toward Jensen, who crouched down to catch him. Arrow followed quickly, and JJ wasn’t far behind, her bright smile making it clear she was just as excited to see her dad.

Jensen’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. The stress in his shoulders disappeared, his face lighting up with genuine happiness as he pulled his kids into a tight hug. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched them, a pang of warmth and sadness hitting you at the same time.

Danneel, on the other hand, was exactly as you expected—cold, distant, and clearly irritated. She stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest, her sharp eyes flickering between you and Jensen. It was obvious that she wasn’t happy about being here, and even more obvious that she wasn’t thrilled about her kids meeting you.

Zeppelin was the first to break away from Jensen’s hug, turning to you with an excited grin. “Hi!”, he beamed, his blue eyes shining with curiosity. “You’re the friend, right? The one who lives with Daddy?”.

You felt the weight of Danneel’s gaze on you, but you kept your smile warm as you crouched down slightly. “That’s me”, you said gently. “It’s really nice to meet you, Zeppelin”.

Arrow stepped forward, eyeing you with quiet curiosity. “So, you and Daddy are just friends?”, she asked, tilting her head slightly.

You hesitated for a second, your gaze flickering to Danneel, who raised an eyebrow as if daring you to contradict the narrative she’d given them. But kids weren’t stupid. You could see it in the way Arrow looked at you, the way JJ was watching Jensen closely, the way Zeppelin was bouncing on his feet like he already knew the answer.

Before you could say anything, Jensen cleared his throat. “Why don’t we all go inside?”, he suggested, his voice even but firm.

Zeppelin grinned and grabbed Jensen’s hand, tugging him toward the living room. “Yeah! And we get to stay here for a few days, right? Mommy said so”.

Danneel gave a tight smile. “Yes, baby. You and Arrow and JJ are staying with Daddy for a few days”.

She didn’t include you in that sentence, but the kids weren’t stupid. JJ’s gaze flickered toward you, her expression thoughtful but unreadable. Arrow looked between you and Jensen like she was trying to figure out the pieces of a puzzle. And Zeppelin? He was just happy to be here.

Jensen must have sensed the tension brewing before it could fully settle, because before Danneel had a chance to start anything in front of the kids, he clapped his hands together, forcing an easy smile. “Hey, why don’t you guys check out the yard?”, he suggested, looking down at his kids. “There’s a big tree out there—perfect for climbing. And I think there’s even a swing”.

Zeppelin gasped with excitement. “A swing?”.

Arrow’s eyes lit up too. “Can we go, Daddy?”.

“Of course”, Jensen said, ruffling Zeppelin’s hair. “Go have fun”.

JJ hesitated for just a second, glancing at you again before grabbing Zeppelin’s hand. “Come on, Zep”, she said, leading her younger siblings toward the back door.

As soon as the kids were out of earshot, the energy in the room shifted. The moment the back door clicked shut, Danneel’s lips curled into a smirk as she turned toward Jensen, her eyes scanning him before flicking to you, then back again.

“Well”, she said, her voice dripping with something sharp and condescending. “I see you’re not keeping her as trim as you liked your women before”.

The words hit you before you even had a chance to process them. She wasn’t looking at you when she said it—she was looking directly at Jensen. Like you weren’t even there. Like you weren’t worth acknowledging.

Jensen’s entire posture stiffened, his jaw clenching instantly. “Danneel”, he warned, his voice low, controlled, but undeniably sharp. “Don’t start”.

She tilted her head, her expression all faux innocence. “What? I’m just saying. She’s—”. Danneel let her eyes roam over your body, stopping at your stomach, her smirk deepening. “Letting herself go a little, that’s all”.

Your throat tightened, and you forced yourself to stay still, to keep your expression neutral. She didn’t know. She had no idea you were pregnant. And she was taking a cheap shot at you without even realizing how cruel she was being.

Jensen stepped forward, his entire demeanor shifting from tension to something far more dangerous. “You’re crossing a line”, he said, his voice lower now, quieter—but that only made it more intimidating.

Danneel scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Oh, come on, Jensen. You were always picky about a woman’s body”, she said, her smirk widening as she let her words linger, cutting just a little deeper.

You took a slow, measured breath, refusing to let her get to you. If there was one thing you had learned by now, it was that she wanted a reaction. She fed off the tension, off any little sign that she could still get under Jensen’s skin—or yours. You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction.

“I’ll leave you guys alone with your lawyers”, you said calmly, straightening as you glanced toward the back door. “I’ll watch after the kids so you have the quiet you need”.

Danneel turned sharply toward you, her expression shifting from smug to icy in an instant. “Our kids”, she corrected through gritted teeth. “Not the kids. Our kids”.

Your jaw tightened, but you didn’t let your expression falter. Before you could respond, she turned to Jensen, her eyes narrowing as something seemed to click in her mind. “Wait a second”, she murmured. “She’s even legal?”.

Jensen’s entire body tensed beside you, his breath coming out in a sharp exhale. “What the hell, Danneel?”, he muttered, his tone shifting from controlled to barely-restrained irritation.

Danneel just shrugged, completely unfazed by his anger. “I mean, she looks barely legal? What, Jensen, did you go for the fresh, naive type this time?”. She let out a condescending little laugh. “That’s a real step up from the mother of your children”.

You clenched your fists at your sides, your nails digging into your palms, but you refused to let her see how much her words affected you. Before you could say anything, Jensen stepped forward, his voice dangerously low.

“Danneel, that’s enough”.

His tone was sharp, his posture tense, and for the first time, there was something almost protective about the way he moved—like he was physically placing himself between you and her words.

Danneel rolled her eyes again, but there was something in her expression—something flickering beneath her arrogance—that told you she knew she’d hit a nerve. And she loved it.

“You’re unbelievable”, Jensen muttered, shaking his head. “This whole thing is hard enough without you acting like this”.

“Hard for you?”, Danneel laughed dryly, crossing her arms. “Are you kidding me, Jensen? You got to trade in for a younger model, start fresh, and still keep your perfect little career and image intact. Meanwhile, I get to be the villain. Again”. She waved a hand dismissively toward you. “Sorry if I’m not bending over backward to make this easy for you two”.

Your stomach twisted, a mixture of frustration, exhaustion, and a lingering sadness settling deep inside you. You didn’t want this to be a fight. You didn’t want to be at war with Danneel. But she wasn’t making it easy.

Jensen exhaled, rubbing his fingers over his forehead like he was fighting a headache. “You know what? Forget it”, he said, his voice clipped. “I’m done. We have to get through this day, so let’s just—”. He let out a tight breath. “Let’s just do what we have to do”.

Danneel scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, she shot you one last pointed look before turning on her heel and walking toward the dining room, where the lawyers were still waiting.

The moment she was out of sight, Jensen let out a slow, deep exhale. His shoulders sagged slightly as he stared down at the floor for a second.

“Bitch”, you muttered under your breath, unable to hold it in any longer. The tension in your shoulders was unbearable, your body practically vibrating from the restraint it took to not snap at Danneel in the moment.

Jensen sighed heavily, rubbing his hand over his face before dropping it to his hip. He didn’t argue. Didn’t defend her. Didn’t say she’s not that bad or she’s just upset. He just exhaled and shook his head slightly.

You shot him one last glance, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe an acknowledgment that this wasn’t fair, maybe just… something from him. But all you got was exhaustion, those green eyes heavy with the weight of the day.

Fine.

Without another word, you turned and walked toward the backyard, pushing through the glass doors and stepping outside. The late afternoon air was warm, the sun casting golden streaks across the grass. The tension from inside eased just slightly as you spotted the kids already making themselves at home.

JJ was sitting on the wooden deck steps, legs crossed, looking up at the tree with mild interest while Arrow and Zeppelin were already climbing the lowest branches. Zeppelin was, of course, the most enthusiastic, laughing loudly as he tried to hoist himself higher with Arrow spotting him.

You hesitated for just a moment before stepping forward. JJ looked up first, her sharp eyes meeting yours in quiet curiosity. She wasn’t outright cold, but she wasn’t beaming like Zeppelin either. You knew she was the most aware of the situation, the one who probably had the most complicated feelings about it all.

Still, she didn’t look at you with the same disdain her mother did. Just caution. Like she was studying you.

Arrow glanced over next, brushing hair out of her face as she observed you for a second. “You live here with Daddy?”, she asked, her voice carrying a little suspicion but mostly curiosity.

You nodded, offering a small smile. “Yeah, I do”.

Arrow studied you for a moment, her nose scrunching slightly as she processed your answer. “For how long?”, she asked, not in an accusing way, just curious.

You hesitated for a fraction of a second. “A little while now”, you said carefully.

JJ, still watching you closely, tilted her head slightly. “Mom said you’re just his friend”, she stated, but there was something in her tone—like she didn’t quite believe it. Like she knew better.

You exhaled softly, nodding. “Your mom and dad are figuring a lot of things out right now”, you said carefully, not wanting to step on any landmines. “But yeah, your dad and I are close”.

Arrow didn’t seem to care much about the details. “So, do you help him with stuff?”, she asked, shifting her grip on the tree branch.

You chuckled lightly. “Sometimes”.

Zeppelin piped up from above, hanging off the branch dramatically. “Like what?”.

You glanced up at him, shaking your head playfully. “Like reminding him to eat real food instead of just coffee".

Arrow snorted at that. “Mom said Dad eats like a teenager”.

You laughed, nodding. “That sounds about right”.

JJ finally cracked a small smile at that, like she couldn’t help it. “He kinda does”, she admitted.

That small shift—the tiny crack in the tension—made you exhale in relief.

“You cook?”, Arrow asked, her interest suddenly piqued.

“I do”, you said with a nod. “I’ve been making dinner when your dad’s home”.

Zeppelin lit up. “Can we help cook tonight?”, he asked excitedly. “I like stirring stuff!”.

Arrow perked up too. “I can chop things. Like onions. I don’t even cry”.

JJ just raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s because you don’t cut them right”.

Arrow stuck out her tongue. “Still counts”.

You laughed at their banter, nodding. “I’d love the help”.

JJ crossed her arms, shifting her weight slightly. “Do we even have rooms here?”, she asked, her voice carrying a slight edge of annoyance. She wasn’t as easily distracted as her younger siblings—she wanted answers, real ones.

You hesitated for a beat before nodding. “Yeah, your dad made sure you guys have your own rooms here”, you said, keeping your voice steady. “He wanted you to feel comfortable whenever you stay”.

JJ narrowed her eyes slightly, like she was trying to decide if she believed you. “We’ve never been here before”, she pointed out.

You exhaled softly, understanding her frustration. “I know. It’s new”, you admitted. “But your dad wanted to make sure you had a space here, no matter what”.

JJ pursed her lips but didn’t say anything right away. Arrow, however, was already grabbing Zeppelin’s hand. “Let’s go see!”, she announced excitedly.

Zeppelin nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! I wanna see my bed!”.

JJ let out a sigh, rolling her eyes slightly but still following them as they ran toward the house.

You trailed behind them, sensing JJ’s hesitation. As you stepped inside, Jensen was just emerging from the bathroom, his expression tense, probably still dealing with whatever conversation he and Danneel had been having with the lawyers.

Arrow was already halfway up the stairs, Zeppelin close behind, their excitement overriding any awkwardness. JJ, however, slowed her pace, glancing at Jensen before looking back at you.

“Dad”, she said, her voice even but firm. “Are we actually supposed to stay here?”.

Jensen’s jaw tightened slightly, but he nodded. “Yeah, JJ”, he said, his voice softer now. “This is your home too”.

She studied him for a long moment before sighing. “Whatever”, she muttered before heading up the stairs.

You glanced at Jensen, who ran a hand down his face. “She’s having a tough time with this”. you said quietly.

He let out a slow breath. “Yeah”, he muttered. “I knew she would”.

You sighed softly, giving Jensen a small, reassuring squeeze on the arm before following the kids upstairs. You could hear Arrow and Zeppelin already chatting excitedly as they ran ahead, their footsteps echoing against the wooden floors. JJ walked more slowly, her arms crossed over her chest, keeping a careful distance from her siblings.

You caught up just as Zeppelin pushed open a door eagerly. "Is this mine?", he asked, practically bouncing on his feet.

You smiled, nodding. "Yep. This one's yours".

His face lit up as he ran inside, immediately jumping onto the bed, testing out the mattress. "It's so soft!", he exclaimed, grinning up at Arrow. "Look, Arrow! I have a desk too!".

Arrow peeked inside before moving to the next room, opening the door curiously. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning everything—the bed, the bookshelves, the little touches that Jensen had clearly thought about. "This is cool", she admitted, not as openly excited as Zeppelin, but still pleased.

JJ lingered behind, hesitating before finally stepping toward the last door. You watched as she pushed it open slowly, taking in the space. Unlike her siblings, she didn't run inside, didn't immediately react. Instead, she stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

"You can change anything you want in here", you said gently, standing beside her. "Your dad wanted you to feel like this was your space".

JJ's lips pressed together in a firm line. "Mom didn’t tell us about this", she said, her voice quieter now. "She made it seem like this was just… Dad’s place. And that we weren’t really part of it".

You swallowed hard, choosing your next words carefully. "Your dad loves you guys. He just wanted to make sure that when you're here, you feel like you belong".

JJ glanced up at you, searching your face for something. Maybe truth, maybe reassurance. After a moment, she nodded slightly before stepping into her room, running her fingers along the edge of the dresser. "I guess it’s fine", she mumbled, which, coming from her, felt like a victory.

Zeppelin suddenly poked his head out from his room, grinning. "Are we still cooking dinner?", he asked excitedly.

Arrow followed, already tying her hair back. "Yeah! What are we making?".

JJ rolled her eyes but smirked slightly. "You guys just want an excuse to make a mess".

You chuckled, nodding toward the stairs. "Come on, let’s go see what we have. Maybe you guys can help pick".

As they all hurried back down, JJ trailing behind but still following, you let out a small breath of relief.

Jensen, Danneel, and the lawyers had settled into Jensen´s office, their voices muffled behind the closed door, giving you and the kids the kitchen to yourselves. You were grateful for it—the last thing you wanted was for their tense discussions to spill into what was supposed to be a normal, lighthearted evening with the kids.

JJ pulled out her phone, hopping up onto one of the barstools, idly scrolling, not exactly engaging but not retreating either. It was progress. Meanwhile, Arrow and Zeppelin were deep in discussion, debating what the best dinner option would be.

“I think we should make spaghetti”, Arrow announced confidently, crossing her arms like it was already decided.

“No way!”, Zeppelin countered immediately. “Tacos are way better”.

Arrow rolled her eyes. “Spaghetti is classic. Plus, we can make garlic bread”.

“But tacos have cheese and meat and those crunchy shells”, Zeppelin argued, clearly invested in his choice. “And everyone likes tacos”.

Arrow huffed, shooting you a look. “You have to be the judge”.

You laughed, raising your hands in surrender. “Oh no, I’m not choosing sides. This is a democracy. We can vote”.

JJ finally looked up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. “Tacos”, she said simply, then went back to scrolling.

Zeppelin threw his hands in the air. “Yes!”. Arrow groaned. “Ugh, fine.” You smiled, ruffling Arrow’s hair playfully before grabbing ingredients from the fridge. “Alright, tacos it is. But Arrow, you’re in charge of making guacamole. Deal?”.

She perked up slightly. “Deal”. Zeppelin clapped his hands together excitedly. “Can I stir the meat?”.

“You can help me season it,” you offered, setting things on the counter.

JJ, who had been half-listening, suddenly asked, “Can I just chop stuff?”. Her voice was casual, but the fact that she was offering to help at all surprised you.

You nodded, keeping your tone just as easy. “Of course. We’ll need tomatoes and onions chopped”.

JJ slid off the stool and moved to grab a cutting board without another word. Arrow was already pulling out avocados, and Zeppelin was standing on his tiptoes to reach for the taco seasoning.

For the first time since they arrived, there was no tension. No lingering awkwardness. Just the sound of their voices mixing with yours, the easy rhythm of preparing dinner together.

You smiled to yourself as you watched them. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something good.

As you guided Zeppelin through seasoning the taco meat, Arrow mashed avocados with an exaggerated level of focus, and JJ methodically chopped tomatoes with practiced ease, the kitchen felt almost… normal. It was the most relaxed things had felt all day.

That was, until JJ—still looking down at the tomatoes she was slicing—spoke up. “(Y/N)”, she started casually, her tone too even to be anything but calculated. “Do you have a boyfriend?”.

The air shifted slightly. Your hand paused for a second over the pan before you forced yourself to keep stirring, keeping your voice light. “That’s a pretty direct question”.

JJ finally glanced up, an eyebrow raised. “Well?”, she pressed, waiting.

Arrow and Zeppelin were now watching you too, Arrow with mild interest and Zeppelin with the kind of innocent curiosity only a nine-year-old could have.

You glanced toward the office, where Jensen and Danneel were still deep in their meeting with the lawyers. This was not how you thought this conversation would go.

You exhaled softly before answering. “I…”.

JJ’s head tilted slightly, unimpressed. “What are you to my dad?”.

Arrow perked up. “Yeah, ‘cause if you live here, you have to be something”.

Zeppelin, always the most enthusiastic, gasped dramatically. “Are you his wife?”.

You almost choked on your own breath. “What?! No”, you said quickly, shaking your head. “No, definitely not”.

JJ smirked slightly, clearly enjoying this. “But you are something”.

You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “Your dad and I… we care about each other a lot”.

Arrow squinted at you. “That’s what grown-ups say when they don’t wanna tell the truth”.

You let out a breathless laugh. “Well, sometimes grown-ups have complicated things to figure out”.

JJ set her knife down, crossing her arms. “We’re not stupid”.

“I know”, you said gently.

JJ studied you for a long moment before finally nodding, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

You were just about to breathe a sigh of relief as the conversation shifted, Zeppelin and Arrow diving into their own animated discussion about what toppings were the best for tacos. Zeppelin was convinced cheese was the most important part, while Arrow was passionately arguing in favor of extra guacamole.

It was then, in the middle of their bickering, that JJ, still focused on slicing tomatoes with practiced ease, mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, “I’m not moving in here. I’m staying with Mom. I’m not part of Dad’s midlife crisis”.

Your mouth fell open slightly. Not because of what she said, but because those were not the words of a twelve-year-old. That was something Danneel had said—maybe not to JJ directly, but clearly somewhere JJ could hear.

You swallowed, keeping your voice calm, careful. “JJ”, you said softly, keeping an eye on the younger two to make sure they were too distracted to catch on. “That’s… a pretty strong opinion”.

JJ didn’t look up, still focused on her task. “Yeah, well, it’s true”.

You exhaled slowly, placing the spatula down, deciding how to approach this carefully. “You don’t have to stay anywhere you don’t want to”, you said honestly. “But… your dad loves you. This isn’t some ‘crisis’ for him. He just wants you guys to feel comfortable here”.

JJ finally met your gaze, her blue eyes sharp, guarded. “Then why didn’t he tell us about you?”.

There it was. The real question.

You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “Because things were complicated. And he didn’t want to confuse you before the divorce was final”.

JJ let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Right. Because this is way less confusing”. She put the knife down a little harder than necessary, rubbing her hands on a dish towel.

You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to immediately defend Jensen. This wasn’t just about him. This was her life, too.

“JJ”, you said gently. “I know this is a lot. I don’t expect you to be okay with everything overnight. And I’m not trying to take your mom’s place. I just—”.

“I know you’re not trying to be my mom”, JJ interrupted sharply, her voice quiet but firm. “You’re not my mom”.

“I know”, you assured her, nodding. “I wouldn’t want to take that from you”.

She sighed, looking down at her hands, something conflicted passing over her face. She was struggling—trying to stay loyal to her mom, but also wrestling with the reality of what was happening. “I just don’t want things to change”, she admitted, her voice smaller now.

Your chest ached at that. “I get that”, you said softly. “But some things are going to change, no matter what. The only thing that won’t is how much your dad loves you”.

JJ didn’t respond right away. She just studied you for a long moment, something unreadable in her expression. Finally, she shrugged, looking back down at the tomatoes. “Whatever”, she muttered.

It wasn’t acceptance. Not yet. But it wasn’t outright rejection either.

As the food was nearly finished, the kitchen had settled into a warm, easy atmosphere. Zeppelin and Arrow were still buzzing with excitement about their contributions, while JJ remained by the counter, occasionally sneaking a glance at her siblings but keeping her usual guarded expression.

Then came the sound of footsteps, and a moment later, Jensen and Danneel walked into the kitchen. Jensen looked exhausted, his shoulders slightly hunched, rubbing the back of his neck as if the weight of the day was physically pressing down on him. Danneel, on the other hand, was as composed as ever, her expression unreadable as she took in the scene.

The kids, however, immediately brightened. “Mom! You’re eating with us, right?”, Zeppelin asked eagerly, his big eyes hopeful.

Danneel hesitated, glancing briefly at Jensen before offering a smile. “Well”, she said smoothly, her tone almost patronizing. “I suppose I can stay if you want me to”.

Jensen gave a small sigh but didn’t argue. He simply grabbed a drink from the fridge, clearly too drained to put up a fight. You caught his eye briefly, offering him a small, knowing look—this wasn’t for her. It was for the kids.

As everyone gathered at the table, Danneel’s sharp eyes flickered to you, lingering for a moment before she spoke. “You know, It´s nice of Jensen to give… softer women… a chance these days”, she mused, her lips curling in something dangerously close to a smirk.

Your chest tightened. But before you could even form a response, JJ smirked, clearly emboldened by her mother’s comment. “Guess Dad wanted a built-in pillow this time”.

Danneel chuckled softly, clearly pleased with her daughter’s participation.

But Jensen? Jensen snapped.

The change in him was immediate. His jaw clenched, his grip on his fork tightening until his knuckles went white. When he spoke, his voice was low, sharp, and edged with a disappointment so heavy it made the air in the room thick.

“Excuse me?”.

JJ’s smirk faltered slightly, clearly not expecting that level of reaction. Zeppelin and Arrow, still blissfully unaware of the layers beneath the conversation, went still, their eyes flicking between their father and their sister.

Jensen set his fork down with slow, deliberate movements. “Say that again”, he challenged, his green eyes locked onto JJ, his tone deadly calm.

JJ swallowed, clearly thrown off, but she tried to recover. “I was just—”.

“No, you weren’t just anything!”, Jensen cut her off, his voice sharper now, his disappointment radiating through every syllable. “You were being mean. And I want to know why you think that’s okay”.

JJ’s mouth opened slightly, but she had nothing to say.

Jensen wasn’t finished.

“That is not how I raised you!", he continued, his voice still eerily controlled, but there was fire behind it. “That is not who you are. And I don’t care what your mother says, or what you think is funny—you do not tear people down like that”.

JJ looked away, her fingers gripping the edge of her plate, her expression wavering. It wasn’t anger in her eyes anymore—it was shock. Embarrassment. Maybe even guilt.

Danneel scoffed, setting her drink down with an exasperated sigh. “Oh, come on, Jensen, she’s twelve. It was a joke”.

Jensen turned to Danneel so fast it was like a whip crack. His tone dropped, sharper than ever. “No, Danneel. It’s not a joke. It’s a habit. A habit you’re teaching her”. He turned back to JJ, his voice lowering again, but losing none of its edge. “And I will not let you become that kind of person”.

JJ swallowed hard, blinking quickly like she wasn’t sure what to say.

The silence in the room was suffocating.

Jensen exhaled slowly, his voice losing some of its bite, but none of its weight. “If you’re done eating, you can go to your room”.

JJ hesitated, glancing at her mother as if looking for some kind of backup, but Danneel just huffed and looked away, offering nothing.

Realizing there was no way out, JJ pushed her chair back, standing stiffly. She didn’t storm off, didn’t argue—just turned and walked away, her shoulders tense, her head slightly bowed.

The air felt thick after she left.

Jensen ran a hand down his face, looking exhausted. He wasn’t just angry—he was hurt. You could see it in the way his shoulders slumped slightly, in the way his fingers rubbed at his temples.

The silence stretched just a little too long before Zeppelin, completely unaware of the tension, piped up with, “Can I have more cheese?”.

Arrow groaned. “Zeppelin, seriously?”.

Jensen let out a quiet, tired chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, buddy. You can have more cheese”.

You glanced at Jensen, offering a small, silent moment of support. His fingers tapped against the table, his jaw still tense.

You barely touched your food, your appetite completely gone. You knew it was stupid—you were growing another human inside you, you needed to eat—but that sharp sting in your chest made it impossible to force anything down. You kept your expression neutral, focusing on small sips of water instead, pretending you weren’t drowning in your own emotions.

Meanwhile, Jensen and Danneel had fallen into their usual pattern—bickering quietly but firmly across the table. Jensen was still tense from what had happened with JJ, and Danneel, clearly annoyed, wasn’t letting it go. Their voices were hushed, just low enough that the kids couldn’t hear all the words, but the tone was enough to set an edge over dinner.

So, while they argued, you and the kids took charge of cleaning up. Zeppelin was in charge of bringing things to the sink, proud of his self-appointed role as the best plate carrier. JJ was still holed up in her room, and Arrow had stayed close by you, her small hands helping load the dishwasher as you stacked plates and glasses inside.

It wasn’t until she was right next to you, standing quietly while handing you a fork, that she leaned in ever so slightly, checking to make sure her mother wasn’t watching before whispering, “I think you’re pretty”.

You froze for a second.

Your fingers tightened around the silverware, your throat going tight, but when you looked down at her, she was just watching you, her blue eyes filled with nothing but sincerity.

It was such a small thing.

But after everything that had happened at dinner, after JJ’s comment, after Danneel’s smugness—it felt huge.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to breathe as you gave her a small, soft smile. “Thank you, Arrow”, you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath.

She just nodded like it was no big deal, turning back to the dishwasher and continuing her task like she hadn’t just made your heart swell in a way you weren’t expecting.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of quiet, tense bickering between Jensen and Danneel, they both stood from the table. Danneel flipped her hair over her shoulder, sighing dramatically. "I should say goodbye to JJ before I leave", she announced, barely looking at Jensen as she walked toward the stairs.

Jensen followed her silently, his expression unreadable but still tense. You stayed back with the kids, keeping busy with the dishes while Zeppelin chattered about how many tacos he had eaten and Arrow helped stack the last of the plates. But your ears stayed sharp, catching bits and pieces of Danneel’s voice as they reached the top of the stairs.

"God, Jensen", Danneel sighed, her voice carrying down faintly. "This place looks so different from our old houses. What happened to all the style? This feels so… cheap".

You stiffened instantly, your jaw clenching.

Jensen’s response was low, too quiet for you to make out, but you could hear the irritation laced in his tone.

Danneel huffed a quiet laugh. "Guess that’s just part of the whole midlife crisis, huh? New girl, new budget house, new life?", She clicked her tongue. "Hope it was worth it".

You gripped the counter tightly, staring at the sink to keep yourself calm.

Arrow, who had been wiping down the table, paused slightly before glancing toward the stairs. She frowned, her little hands gripping the rag tighter. Zeppelin didn’t seem to notice, too focused on stacking the cups neatly.

A moment later, Danneel’s voice faded as she disappeared into JJ’s room, the door closing behind her.

Jensen didn’t come back down right away.

You took a slow, deep breath, forcing yourself to shake it off. It wasn’t worth getting worked up over—not now, not in front of the kids. But the words still lingered, sinking beneath your skin like little needles.

After everything tonight, you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

Just then, your stomach churned. A sharp wave of nausea rolled through you so fast that you barely had time to react. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you quickly turned on your heel, making a beeline for the guest bathroom down the hall.

You barely made it in time.

The moment you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet, your body lurched, and you retched violently. The dinner you barely ate threatened to come back up, and the force of it left your head spinning. Your stomach twisted again, and you gripped the edges of the porcelain, squeezing your eyes shut as another wave hit.

You heard footsteps approaching—small ones.

A soft knock came against the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”. It was Arrow, her little voice hesitant but filled with concern.

You swallowed hard, breathing through your nose as the nausea finally started to settle. “Yeah”, you croaked, closing your eyes for a second. “I’m okay, sweetheart”.

The door creaked open just a crack, and through the small gap, you saw Arrow’s wide blue eyes peering in. Zeppelin stood just behind her, his face scrunched up in confusion.

“You don’t sound okay”, Arrow pointed out. Zeppelin’s nose wrinkled. “Are you sick?”.

You exhaled slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before nodding.

By now, you had toothbrushes stashed all over the house—your nausea had made sure of that. So, without saying much, you reached for the one in the guest bathroom, running it under the faucet before quickly brushing your teeth, trying to rid yourself of the awful taste left behind.

Arrow and Zeppelin stood just inside the doorway, watching you with intense curiosity. Zeppelin, in particular, looked concerned. “Are we gonna get sick too?”, he asked, tilting his head.

You paused mid-brush, shaking your head quickly before rinsing your mouth out. “No, buddy”, you reassured him, wiping your face with a hand towel. “It’s not that kind of sick”.

Arrow narrowed her eyes slightly, watching you in that sharp, observant way she always did. “Then what kind of sick is it?”, she pressed.

You hesitated for a second, searching for the right words. You couldn’t just tell them what was going on—not yet, not like this. So instead, you offered a vague but hopefully convincing answer. “It’s just something that happens to grown-up women sometimes”, you said, forcing a small smile. “Nothing you have to worry about”.

Arrow didn’t look entirely convinced, her eyes narrowing slightly like she was trying to figure out if you were lying. Zeppelin, on the other hand, accepted the answer without question, nodding solemnly. “Oh. Grown-up stuff”.

You let out a quiet breath of relief. “Exactly”.

Just then, footsteps creaked on the stairs, and before you could even prepare yourself, Danneel’s sharp voice rang out through the house.

“Alright, kids, come say goodbye to Mommy!”.

Her tone had that sing-songy lilt to it, the one she used when she wanted to sound sweet but was really making sure everyone heard her.

Zeppelin perked up immediately, darting out of the bathroom, and Arrow followed a little slower. You exhaled, running a hand over your face before stepping out into the hallway.

Jensen stood near the base of the stairs, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t saying much, wasn’t even looking at Danneel—just standing there like he was mentally somewhere else entirely.

Danneel, however, was all smiles as she knelt down, pulling Zeppelin into a dramatic hug. “You be good for Daddy, okay?”, she murmured loudly, making a show of smoothing down his hair. “And if anything feels weird, you call me, okay?”.

Zeppelin nodded quickly, already bouncing on his feet. “Okay, Mommy!”.

Arrow stepped up next, letting Danneel hug her, though her body language wasn’t as openly affectionate.

Then Danneel’s gaze flicked past them, landing on you.

She didn’t acknowledge you. Not with words, at least. Just a look. A pointed, knowing one.

And then, just like that, she straightened, tossing her hair back as she turned to Jensen. “Well”, she said smoothly, adjusting her purse strap. “This has been fun”.

Jensen didn’t respond, barely sparing her a glance.

Danneel smirked slightly, clearly amused by his lack of engagement. “Enjoy your domestic bliss”, she added, just loud enough for you to hear before turning toward the door.

With that, she was gone, the front door clicking shut behind her.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Bury Me Shallow

Chapter 1(?)

Reworking this a bit. I want to lean into the world more and Jamie being lost about where he's going. 100% keeping the ghosts though. Because, well, *waves*. And I think the other two characters will show... but, ah... hum. I've been feeling stuck on OG things so playing around. It may stick or not!

The honeysuckle took the house in spring. The precocious vines found easy purchase in the old wood and climbed and climbed and climbed until the whole house was covered in white flowers and the humid air was thick with the smell of it.

It happened every spring.

But this spring, something about the way the roots pushed through rotted timbers felt different. This spring, it didn't feel like a house covered in honeysuckle but a house made of it. Something in Jamie’s gut told him that when the plants died back in winter, there wouldn't be any house left.

Or at least there wouldn't be a home left.

“Gonna to spend the whole day out there staring?” A voice called out.

Jamie grinned and strode forward. As he passed under the gable trellis, he plucked a honeysuckle flower off the vine. “I don’t know, Auntie, I might need a long moment to take in the majesty that is your visage.”

Miss Able just snorted at that. “You better stop suckling on those flowers, your words are honeyed enough already.”

“Aw, Auntie…,” Jamie said, hands clasped over his chest and a flower peaking between his fingers as he pretended to swoon.

“Get in here and have yourself an Arnold Palmer before you go on your way,” she said, ignoring his dramatics completely as she turned to head back in through the door.

It must have been a very pretty blue once, but it was faded to that cloudy blue-grey that spoke of somber days and cold winters. The color felt out of place in the height of spring surrounded by flowers. Jamie brushed his fingers over the surface. A curl of paint flaked off with the motion, revealing a long faded pink under it. Jamie doubted that pink had been the first color for the door either. Somewhere deep in his memory was a bright green.

He let the flake of paint fall before he stepped over the threshold, but kept a hold on the honeysuckle flower. It wouldn’t do to bring rubbish into Miss Able’s house; though what counted as rubbish was a nuanced topic in Miss Able’s house. Jamie had learned the rules as a small child bringing in acorn caps and pebbles to show her. Nature was allowed in, but a soda can had to be left out on the porch. There were rules, even if they weren’t rules that worked for the rest of the world.

The cottage had never been like the rest of the world.

“I have something to give you, since you’re here,” Miss Able said as she let him through the hall and into the sun washed kitchen. The aged floral wallpaper seemed almost lively in that much light. “It’s early for it, I think, but maybe not too early. And anyways, better too early than too late.”

“Mostly things are,” Jamie agreed.

“You and your sass,” Miss Able tusked. “Sit down. There’s cornbread under the cloche.”

Jamie obeyed eagerly. No one made cornbread like Miss Able. She said it was the lard. He moved off the ceramic domed lid carefully before he selected a sizable piece and slathered it with butter soft from being left out under its own little cloche. Every time he used the butter at Miss Able’s, Jamie couldn’t help but think how his mother would have a fit about just leaving the butter out like that.

It was unhygienic, she’d say.

Growing kids need the germs, his dad would have argued back.

Jamie would have laughed. It was less funny after his died from flu. Like some Jane Austin heroine; the flu.

Jamie stuffed the piece of cornbread in his mouth to keep from obviously frowning. If he frowned, Miss Able would have at him about what was wrong, and Jamie really didn’t want to deal with his own issues right then. It was easier to deal with hers.

“I saw some of your pictures were down,” Jamie said. The whole main hall of the house was covered in pictures from Miss Able’s long, wild, and glorious life. Over the years, Jamie had spent hours on hours looking at them and asking about the stories of the people the photos held. “Did they fall? I can see if I can fix the frames up for you. Mr. Hanson says I’ve really come along in Shop. He’s even letting me use the router now and he hardly trusts that with anyone.”

“Of course his is. You’re handy with your hands, always have been. That will be important later,” Miss Able said. She often said things like that, speaking about the future as if she could see it. And maybe she could, she’d been an appointed Council Adept and everything, once upon a time. “No, honey, but thank you. I took some pictures down.”

“You… took some pictures down?” Jamie asked slowly and incredulously.

Miss Able didn’t take pictures down. Even when Jamie was asking about one, they stood in the hall and talked about it right there on the wall.

Miss Able gave him a look like he was the one being foolish. “That is what I said.”

Jamie held back a sigh. One had to phrase things right with Miss Able. “But, right, why did you take the pictures down?”

“Well, because I’m going to die soon, aren’t I?”

It was said so matter of factually, that it took a moment to sink in. A moment in which Jamie took a big bite of cornbread.

It tasted like ash in his mouth.

[nfr-girly]

Brewing hearts ☕️🌷🥐 // Hasan piker x reader

summary: Hasan hears about a new cafe that’s opened near his house, one day he decides to try it out and finds something worth coming back for

main masterlist ::

divider by @1haqerin ~

“You guys want anything? Im gonna try out that new bakery down the street”

Hasan asks aloud to qt, Austin, will and Marche. Having 2 hours before the podcast starts, he figured he’ll make use of the time

After getting all the orders, he walks out the house and makes his way down. He had heard from his neighbours that a new cafe had opened, apparently it was a family owned business, and they had already got a lot of customers having only been open a few weeks.

After only needed to have walked 6 minutes, he finally arrives and enters, the place having a lot more customers than he thought

He looks around to take a peek at people’s meals, trying to figure out what to get for himself

He admires the decorations put up, the place allowing him to feel calm despite the crowd

As the line shortens, he pulls up his phone to read out all the orders, but when he looks up Hasan could swear he was temporarily struck by lightning

You stand there taking the ladies in front of him orders, a smile on your face and a bright energy coming from you

Suddenly all confidence falls, Hasan could swear he wasn’t that big of a pussy, he started overthinking. Did he look presentable? Did he even brush his hair? shit.

Before he can scare himself more it’s his turn to order

“Hi!! Welcome may I take your order?”

Even though Hasan is shitting himself, your voice feels like a safety net, your presence already making him feel comfortable

He realises he’s been silent for a second too long and pipes up

“Oh! Yeah, um can I have…” he reads out the orders to you and you list them down

“For sure! Anything else?”

Hasan thinks for a second before replying

“I’m not too sure, what would you recommend?”

“Oh well we do have a deal going on, you can get a brownie frappe with a napoleon for 3 dollars if you’d like that?”

Hasan smiles at you and agrees

“Can I get a name for the order?”

“Hasan” you write it down

“Okay your total is 17.35 please”

He gives you a 20, while you get his change he takes a peek at your name tag he’ll remember it

“Okay your order should be ready soon.” You smile at him as you move onto the next customer. He goes to wait and smiles to himself

After a few minutes, he hears his name called

“Order for Hasan?” He looks up and goes to you

You’re holding a large bag, “I’ve put all your food in here just so it won’t be too hard to carry”

“Oh thank you” he smiles at you

“Of course. Thanks for supporting us have a nice day!” you smile at him before heading back to make drinks

Hasan stares at you for a little longer before finally heading out. A funny feeling in his stomach the whole way home. He makes a mental note to himself to come again.

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*the week after*

Everyone’s setting up for another fear& episode when Austin speaks up

“Hey can we go to that cafe? I’m hungry”

Hasan is about to offer to do delivery before he remembers you’re there

“Yeah of course, let me write all the orders down”

“I’ll come with, help you out” Austin says

he’s partly disappointed as he was hoping to get a chance to talk to you he knows damn well he would’ve been to shy to

Him and Austin head to the cafe, once they reach it Hasan notices it’s been decorated a bit, he assumes it’s for Valentine’s Day.

They head into the line and Hasan looks to see if you’re at the counter, and you are. He has to mentally prepare himself to talk to you and hope Austin doesn’t steal the spotlight in any way. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about him but still.

The line keeps on going until the two reach the counter, and there you are as smiley as ever.

“Oh hey! I remember you welcome back! What can I get you?” Hasan completely lost his train of thought, you could compare him to a lost puppy when it came to you

Austin notices Hasan can’t speak so he starts ordering for him, grabbing the phone from him to read the order out. The moment the hand is snatched from him he comes back to reality, realising he just made an ass of himself

After Austin orders, they wait by the side to collect the order. They wait in silence for a minute before Austin chuckles and speaks up, “okay so what the hell was that?”

Hasan furrows his eyebrows “what do you mean?”

“What do I mean? I mean why did you turn into puddle the moment you went up to the counter? You got a crush on the barista or something?” Hasan looks at Austin, absolutely gone out

Austin opens his mouth in shock “oh my god you do!! Well why didn’t you say that??”

“I don’t! I don’t know what happened I probably just forgot what to say”

“What you expect me to believe a political streamer who debates people constantly forgot what to say?” Austin puts air quotes around the last bit, making Hasan roll his eyes

“Shut up, I’m going to wait over here” Hasan went to go sit down, unaware of the plan forming in Austin’s head

You finally arrive with their food and drinks

“Here you go! Thank you so much for supporting have a lovely day” before you can go Austin calls out

“Wait! Excuse me um, this may sound really weird but my friend over there thinks you’re really cute” Austin points to Hasan, who’s on his phone.

“He’s WAYY too shy to say anything but I just thought you should know. Have a nice day!” Austin walks away with the food before you can reply, your mouth is open with surprise at the sudden confession

You look over to take a peek at Hasan, to your surprise he’s already looking at you.

“Hey! What are you doing here I need help over here man” your co-worker Adam shouts out to you

You look back and head towards the counter, ready to take orders, you don’t miss the way Hasan looks back at you before heading out the door.

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A week goes by before you see Hasan again, but you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t popped up in your mind

Of course you had noticed him, how couldn’t you? He looked like he had been carved out of stone, all his features stood out the moment he walked into the store. You were surprised he even came again, when he came in last week with his friend you swore you almost dropped the change in your hand. You had told yourself it wasn’t worth thinking about him though, looking like that he’s probably already taken.

So to hear his friend tell you he found you cute? And to actually catch him staring at you? You could swear you were gonna pass out. You’ve never been good at making the first move, but you figured why not give it a shot? Which is what you reminded yourself the next time he came.

*present tense*

You look up at the person who enters the shop, and your stomach does a backflip to see Hasan enter, the shop wasn’t too busy today so no one was in the queue, crap, I haven’t even got time to prepare? you thought

Hasan slowly walks up to the counter before facing you “hey” he says

“Hi! Lovely to see you again! What can I get you?” Hasan tells you his order, the whole time taking the opportunity to actually take in his facial features.

“Okay, that’ll be $5.80 please” he gives you the money

“Alright we’ll have that ready for you in a sec” you smile at him, and he smiles back you don’t miss the way his eyes trail over your body

You decide to switch with your co worker, and make Hasan’s order, you can feel his eyes on you the entire time. Why did you feel so nervous? You had seen him before, and thought he was cute anyway. The possibility he actually sees you that way too made your heart flip.

Before you go and hand him his drink, a bold idea comes into your head, it was impulse really. But you couldn’t stop yourself as you wrote down your number on his cup.

“Call me :) *************”

You made a face, wondering if it was too corny, but decided against it anyway. What could you lose?

You push down the sudden feeling of sickness in your stomach as you went and handed him his order

“Here you go! Thanks for supporting have a nice day” you smile at him and go to make another order before you can see his reaction

After a few seconds, you turn to look at him and you realise he’s reading the cup, you immediately turn away in embarrassment, scared to see his reaction. When you finish your order, you go to hand it to the woman, but to your surprise, Hasan is still there. Shit. You were hoping he’d leave

“Here you go ma’am, have a nice day” you smile but before you can walk away something is spoken out to you

“I’ll call you” you pause and turn, he walks away but grins at you before he looks in front of him. You smile at yourself and head towards the counter, not feeling any regret to your decision.

*later that evening*

You put your pyjamas on and head to your couch, you snuggle up into the blankets and scroll on TikTok for a bit. Suddenly, you receive a text from an unknown number, you press on it to see who it is

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+*************

Hey :) is this that cute barista from the bakery?

You

Maybe 🤔 is this that cute guy from the bakery?

Hasan

Maybe 🤷‍♂️ said cute guy was wondering if you’d like to go out some time? How about Friday 7oclock? I’ll meet you outside the bakery

You

Hmm, depends, where are you taking me?

Hasan

Well if I told you that it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it? Soo are you down?

You

I’ll see you then 💕

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a/n: this is SO CORNY UGH I hope you guys like it 😣

if anyone wants to be on a taglist for upcoming Hasan fics let me know x

[butlervibesonly]

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 | Prince Austin Butler story

• Summary: A little princess was used to be chased by little prince. They liked each other, but as they grew up, they both changed. Until one day their paths cross again.

• Pairing: Prince! Austin Butler x princess! reader

• Warnings: just fluff I think 😭

• Proofreader: my star @eternal-love ⭐️🤭

• Note: GUYS? I just came with a random Austin prince fic and… ugh, please, let me excuse myself in advance if this is way too… fairy talesish-? 😫

The royal garden is stretched like a dream, with winding paths of silver stones and blossoms that glow in the warm afternoon sunshine. Roses are curled along marble archways, their petals whispering secrets in the evening breeze. Somewhere in the distance, a fountain sang with the gentle sound of falling water.

At the heart of it all, beneath the shade of an ancient willow, are sitting you. A book rested in your lap, its pages fluttering just slightly by the summer breeze. You are completely lost in between the words of the story that the book tells. You don’t even hear the quiet footsteps behind you.

“You seem lost…” you hear all of sudden. You turn sharply, gaze meeting a pair of eyes as deep as the bluest sky. A boy stands behind you, dressed in simple clothing, though something about the way he carries himself feels…different.

“I am not lost,” you reply simply. “I just prefer to be somewhere where no one expects to find me…” A lite smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That makes two of us.” He slowly walks around to stand in front of you.

You study him, searching for some familiarity, but find none. The sun’s light softens his features, making him seem almost like something out of the stories you love to read. “And what brings you here, stranger?” you ask, closing the book, watching him.

“Escape,” he admits easily. “And you?” You hesitate before answering: “The same.”

Your both eyes hold a gaze for a moment, something unspoken passing between you. Neither of you know the other is royalty. The wind is carrying the scent of blooming roses, the world fading into nothing. And you stand there, two souls seeking freedom in the same enchanted place.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, pointing to the place beside you underneath the tree. You nod with a soft smile, gesturing for him to sit down. You watch as he sits down beside you, and the moment you feel his presence this close, it’s as if something shifted. “What are you reading?” he looks at the book curiously.

“Some story about two people… They are fated to be together, but they have to find each other first.” you explain, stroking the books cover. He nods, eyeing the title. “How come they have to find each other?”

“They don’t know about it at first. They just live every day, hoping to meet their other half. Until one day they do.” you explain, placing the book aside. “And do they? Fall in love? I mean-“ he asks, as if interested in the book. You never met someone as interested about books as he is.

You nod, with soft smile. “They do.” His eyes never left you, as if memorizing the way your lips shape the words you say, the way the sunshine glow makes you seem almost unreal. He did not know your name, nor you his, but for him, something about you made the world feel more alive.

Your eyes never leaves his until then, your reach for a rose blooming beside you and pluck it gently from its stem. Its petals shimmer faintly, as you twirl it between tour thumb and index finger. Without any word, you hand out the rose to him.

He looks at you, then at the rose, as if it is a gift far greater than anything he had ever been given. Slowly, he reaches out and takes it, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest of moment. “You never told me your name,” he murmurs, watch the flower in his hand. “And you never told me yours," you counter.

He chuckles and nods. “My name is Austin,” he starts but doesn’t know if it’s all he wants to say or if he should add that one thing. Austin hesitates but eventually takes a breath and adds, “Prince Austin.” You look at him with wide eyes, realizing what he just said. “And you are?” he asks finally.

“I… I am… I am Y/n. Princess Y/n.” Austin looks at you, as if not believing his ears. At this moment, as the rules says, you both should probably bow to each other, but neither of you do, realizing that the one thing you both escaped from is royalty.

“Well, then. Pleasure to meet you.” Austin says, taking your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. You smile finally again. “Pleasure is mine, Austin.”you say, smiling. Now you finally know why is he the way he is. He, deeply inside of him, carries the same weight as you do.

The weight of endless rules, endless lectures and listening to “Your Royal Highness!”. He sighs deeply, twirling the rose between his fingers, before he looks at you. Austin eventually takes the flower and tucks it behind your ear. “You look better with flowers than I do.”

Your stomach flutters with millions of butterflies. With a blush and smile, you secure it behind your ear more.Princess! Princess, where are you?” you stiff suddenly, hearing the guards call out your name.

You turn to him, lips parted as if to say something, but no words come out . What could you say? That you don’t want to leave? That you feared the moment you stepped beyond the garden walls, this would all become nothing more than a dream? He leans loser, hesitation flickering in his gaze. “Will I see you again?”

The question hangs between you. “I don’t know…” you whisper. You eventually untuck the flower from behind your ear, placing it into his palm. He exhalez softly, as if he had expected the answer but had hoped for something different. He glances down at the rose cradled carefully in his palm. He tucks it into the folds of his coat.

“Then I’ll keep this,” he murmurs. “Until we meet again.” Your heart clenches, as somewhere beyond the hedges, the voice calling her name grows closer. You turn to leave, then hesitate. Just for a second. Then, before you could change your mind, you reach for his hand, squeezing it lightly, before pulling away.

Your eyes meer his eyes one last time. “Goodnight, my prince.” And with that you’re gone. Austin stands there long after you left, still feeling your touch on his hand. And for the first time in his life, he wished he wasn’t a prince at all.

“Goodnight, my princess…”

Weeks later after day by day dreaming about the prince you met, your father, the King, arranged a ball. Your palace shimmers with golden light, the grand ballroom alive with music and laughter. Chandeliers dripped with crystal, casting glow over the twirling gowns of others as they danced in circles.

But you’re feeling none of it.

You’re standing at the edge of the dance floor, smiling where you’re expected to, nodding politely at lords, but your mind is elsewhere—again— back in the garden, in a moment that felt like a lifetime ago. The memory of him still in front of your eyes like the ghost of a dream.

You still see him so vividly, his rosy cheeks, eyes as blue as the sea you could drown in. His sandy blonde hair, locks almost too perfect to be true. And here you are again… Daydreaming about him, wishing to be with him again. Feel his warmth and presence just like you did before.

You move around the dance floor, your long and sparkling gown flickering in the light. Looking at the faces around you, none of them are familiar to you. It’s your father’s partners, lords from other countries that cooperate with your kingdom. But then… suddenly…

Standing at the entrance, dressed in royal attire that should make him feel like a stranger at your kingdom, but it doesn’t. It is him. The boy from the garden. Prince Austin. Your eyes meet almost immediately, and the world stills. Neither of you move, as if afraid the moment would fade away if you move only a little. The laughter, the music, the dance — all of that disappears. Only he remains. Only you remain.

He then, slowly, steps forward. “You look…” He stops just before you, his voice quieter now, almost breathless. “You look so beautiful...” he adds, too stunned by your beauty. You hardly try to find words, but find none. Instead, you let yourself look at him. Truly look at him. He is here. Prince Austin is here, right in front of you.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” you swallow, finally speaking. He smiles softly, looking into your eyes. “I was beginning to think the same.” You both chuckle, as if relieved to see each other again. For a moment, neither of you speak. There is too much to say, too much to ask. “May I have this dance, my princess?” he holds his hand out to you.

With a wide smile you nod, taking his hand in yours as you did in the garden. Austin leads you on the dance floor, his hand still holding yours, while the other rests on the small of your back, pulling you a little closer to him. “You dance as if you’ve done this a thousand times,” Austin teases, guiding you effortlessly through the steps.

You playfully raise tour brow. “And you seem surprised.” you tease back, looking at his precious face. “Not surprised,” he says, twirling you, so that you’re pulled away and then her brings you back to him. “Just impressed.” You laugh softly. “Is that flattery I see, Your Highness?”

“Just honesty,” he corrects you, holding your gaze. “And if it happens to sound like flattery, well… I don’t mind if you don’t.” You shake your head, but smiling. “You haven't changed.” you murmur.

“Neither have you… only you’re even prettier than I remember.” Your eyes hold, and in this moment, it no longer feels like a grand ballroom filled with royalty. It feels like the garden again. Just the two of you. Across the room, high on their thrones overlooking, the King and Queen, your father and mother, observa quietly.

“Look at her," the Queen murmurs, tilting her chin toward their daughter. “She is glowing…” she smiles widely, watching you dance with the prince. The King follows his wife's gaze, watching the way their daughter moves so freely, how her eyes softens when you look at the prince. “I’ve never seen her look at anyone like that before.”

The Queen nods, smiling knowingly. “And the prince?” The King studies the prince for a moment, recognizing his features from somewhere. He sees the way he looks at you, the way his eyes light up when you smile… “It seems,” the King says with a chuckle, "our daughter has fallen in love."

“And with the son of our dearest friends," the Queen adds, grinning wildly, seeing her daughter in love completely and smiling at the sight. The King exhales, shaking his head. “I think they don’t even remember the times when they were little and chased each other on our garden. I remember the time when prince Austin gave Y/n flower.”

The Queen smiles again, remembering this little moment. You both met before. But neither of you know. “Shall we tell them?” The King smirks, pointing his finger up. “No, let them believe they found each other on their own. It makes for a much better story…”

Back on the dance floor, you and prince Austin have slowed your steps, simply swaying now, lost in each other’s presence. “Do you think this moment will last forever?” you whisper, fingers tightening slightly in his.

He lets out a soft laugh, the one you love so much. “If forever exists, please, may it be with you.” You look up at him, heart fluttering at the promise in his voice. You believe him. You trust him.

The ball continues but for you and prince Austin it’s night full of stolen gazes and knowing smiles. But none of it matters. Not when you feel like this now… Fingers touch his, lightly but briefly. “Come with me,” he whispers suddenly, his voice barely audible over the waltz.

Your heart skips, but don’t hesitate. Without a word, you let him lead you away, slipping through the grand doors and into the cool night air. The garden welcomes you both, the soft glow of lanterns swaying gently in the breeze. Above it all, the sky is like canvas, painted with a thousand stars that flickered like tiny, beating hearts and bright moon.

He doesn’t stop until you reach the willow—you both’s willow. The place where it had all begun. You sigh almost happily, tilting your head up to the sky. “Look at them,” you murmur. “The stars seem brighter tonight.” Austin follows your gaze, his hand still wrapped around yours. “Perhaps they shine so brightly for you.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head in amusement. “Flatterer.” you say again, teasing. “Truth teller.” he fights back, chuckling teasingly. A comfortable silence settles between you, the kind that doesn’t need anything else. “I wish we could be constellations," you whisper, voice barely more than a breath.

He turns to you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Constellations?” he asks curiously. You nod still staring at the sky. “They never change. They never have to part. They just… stay. Forever, side by side.” A strand of hair falls into your face by the light breeze.

Slowly, he lifts his hand and brushes that strand of hair away from your cheek, fingers lingering for just a moment, longer than necessary. “Then let us be constellations,” he speaks finally, breaking silence. “Even if the world tries to pull us apart, let’s find a way back to each other. Always.”

Your breath hitches as he says it. Austin is close now, the warmth of him pressing glowing, beating the night’s cold air. “Promise.” you whisper, looking into his eyes. He smiles, tilting his forehead to rest against hers. “I swear it on every star that lays in the sky above us.”

Your heart beats faster, and you wonder if his does the same. You gently lay your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat the same way as yours. And as the stars watch the witness from above, he closes the distance between you two.

The kiss is soft, hesitant at first, as if testing if you will pull away or not. But when you melt into him, when your fingers curled into the fabric of his coat, he deepens it, gently but certainly, almost like a vow.

The wind carries the scent of blooming roses, and in that moment, beneath the endless sky, you and Austin are infinite. Just like the stars. Just like the constellations. And like so, prince and princess, who chased each other in the same garden as little kids, found a way to each other again.

Just like the heroes from the book she read when they met for the first time.

"What are you reading?" he looks at the book curiously.

"Some story about two people... They are fated to be together, but they have to find each other first." you explain, stroking the books cover. He nods, eyeing the title. "How come they have to find each other?"

"They don't know about it at first. They just live every day, hoping to meet their other half. Until one day they do." you explain, placing the book aside. "And do they? Fall in love? I mean-" he asks, as if interested in the book. You never met someone as interested about books as he is.

You nod, with soft smile. "They do."

[thatgirlmendo]

Until the Quiet Takes Us

Prologue - more chapters to come?? Let me know if you want tagged.

Summary: Joel returns to Austin and on the way comes across the reader after she had a run in with raiders. They left her for dead but he takes pity on her and promises to stay by her side until she recovers… he didn’t anticipate enjoying your company quite as much as he does…

Pairing: joel miller x female reader

Word Count: 1273

Content Warnings: Nothing sexual (yet 😏) some gore - but not much. Age Gap - Reader is 20s

Writer Notes: Y’all I AM HOOKED on writing now. I can’t stop. This little story takes place in the area I went to college and grew up in 😬 I’m excited to write about Joel in my favorite place on earth. I have literally been writing all morning. Comments welcome! I need feedback. Have not proof read yet, but I will once completed.

Sometime in the Spring

Your head is spinning. Your tongue feels heavy. Even opening your eyes feels like too much. You squeeze them shut tighter, trying to focus — trying to remember.

You’d been trekking along the outskirts of Austin, alone now after the last of your group was lost to looters. Cautious and careful you were hopeful that you might scavenge enough supplies to get the hell out of this city for good and continue your plan to head west.

You'd heard Austin was abandoned, that it had been picked clean, ravaged, empty.

And you had believed it. You let your guard down, even just for a moment.

You thought, if nothing else, maybe you could find a place to lay your head for the night, somewhere semi familiar.

It had been years since you’d seen the city you grew up in — and the sight of its skeleton hit harder than you expected. The plan had been to keep moving west, toward the hills, hoping to find old prepper bunkers or forgotten supplies hidden deep in the mountains.

But something pulled you back. Something you couldn't explain.

You knew you were making a mistake the second you stepped closer to the old city center. You knew it, and still but you kept walking.

The layout in front of you brought a small smile to your face. You remembered this place. Long ago, you and your dad would spend your weekends here — walking down Congress Street, hauling the kayak out for a lazy trip down the river. It was tradition. Muscle memory brought you back, even through the ruins. Even after everything.

Your family had fled to the Boston QZ when everything fell apart. You'd grown up there, survived there — until you escaped with a ragtag group of kids barely older than you. Jackson or bust had been the dream. But truthfully, there had been no real plan. Just to keep moving and stay breathing.

One by one, you'd watched your friends fall. One by one, you'd buried them in shallow graves or simply left them behind because your plans no longer aligned with theirs. Until you were here, alone. In the place that once brought you so much happiness. Now you were standing on the bones of a city you barely remembered, trying to chase down a ghost of who you used to be all those years ago.

You crouched by the rubble of what you thought might have been your old street.

The house was long gone, buried under concrete and ash.

But if you closed your eyes... you could almost see it.

Almost, just almost, feel it.

That was your mistake.

You heard the sound but too late.

The snap of a boot against gravel.

You tried to whip around, tried to draw your pistol — but something slammed into you hard from behind.

Your knees buckled. The world tilted sideways.

You hit the ground, struggling to sit up, fighting against the darkness closing in —

And then everything went black.

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Joel isn’t sure what drew him to trudge through the once busy city center, it only brought back bad memories of before.

Austin’s bones are all that’s left. Nothing but sun-bleached concrete, skeletal high-rises, old shops gutted and dead. He doesn’t usually come this close. Too many memories, too many ghosts. But something about today, something low in his gut, pulled him in. Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was penance.

Maybe, just maybe it was fate?

He keeps his rifle slung low, boots crunching over shattered glass, the occasional rustle of wind tugging at the frayed edges of old banners still clinging to the posts that line the old once busy streets. Joel’s learned to listen for the wrong kind of silence, not that peaceful kind, but the too-still, something-ain’t-right kind of silence.

That’s when he hears it, you, a wet, shallow breath. A sound not natural to the ruins around him. He freezes, body tight, hand already at his gun.

Slowly, he follows it with that noise, gun at the ready if something is wrong.

He rounds a corner near what used to be an old coffee shop, and that’s when he sees you. Crumpled near the foundation of what might’ve been a grand house once. Half-covered in dust and debris, blood is caked into your hairline, one arm twisted at an ugly angle beneath you. You’re barely breathing, your chest rising in tiny, pitiful jerks.

Raiders. Joel sighs, he knows the signs. They hadn’t even bothered to kill you, damn them… just left you to die slow, like trash.

He should walk away.

He should.

But he doesn’t. Why doesn’t he walk away?

Something about you, the way your fingers still twitch weakly, as if you’re clawing your way back to life, you want to be alive. Something keeps him rooted to the spot. He curses under his breath, checking the perimeter quickly, then crouching beside you.

“Hey,” he says, voice low but firm. “You with me?”

No response. Your face twitches slightly, but you can’t open your eyes.

Joel runs a hand down his face, grunting. He doesn’t have time for this. He’s supposed to be heading back west, supposed to be done with this goddamn city and everything it represents.

But you’re so small lying there. So broken. And something ugly stirs in his chest when he looks at you — something he can’t manage to shove down.

It ain’t pity. He’s not sure what it is.

He should walk away. He knows he should.

Instead, he crouches down beside you. His hands are rough when he touches you, checking for injuries so he can move you, but there’s a carefulness to him too, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he isn’t gentle.

“Goddammit,” he mutters under his breath. “What the hell am I doin’.”

Your skin’s hot to the touch, fever or infection, maybe worse. But you’re alive. Somehow you are still breathing.

Joel glances over his shoulder, scanning the ruins around him. It’s not safe here. It’s never been safe here.

Carefully, he slides his arms beneath you. You let out a broken, helpless sound, and Joel feels something twist deep in his gut — something he doesn’t want to name.

You’re not his responsibility. You’re nothing to him, noone. Just another stray the world tried to chew up and spit out.

But when he lifts you into his arms, it feels final somehow, like a line’s been crossed he can’t come back from.

He holds you tighter than he should. Like maybe if he just grips hard enough, the world can’t take you away too.

“You ain’t dyin’ out here,” he says under his breath, half a promise, half a curse. “Not on my watch.”

Joel doesn’t know why he says it. Doesn’t know why he feels it like a brand on his skin.

But he keeps walking — away from the city, away from the past — carrying you with him, feeling the weight of you settle into something heavier than he’s ready for.

Something he already knows damn well he won’t be able to walk away from.

Its sickening and heavy. But he doesn't stop.

[eternal-love]

I would love one where the reader gets her revenge on Austin by getting hotter and sexier which pisses Kaia and the Kaustin shippers off after years of getting body shamed because they think Austin wouldn't date a plus-sized Latina girl and he finally gets fed up with Kaia's jealousy and insecurity and whatnot.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, PLEASE DONT CALL

Pairing: Austin Butler x Latina!Fem!readee

Summary: After your break up with Austin, you started to focus on yourself. But people were urging you to go back to him.

Warning: slight-racism, body shaming.

Note: Heyyyy @12joeywheelerfangirl , I hope that this was what you imagined! Sorry I took so long, sorry😭

You had been without Austin for a two years now, you both broke up right after he filmed ELVIS. It was the darkest time of your life, not only because of the terrible breakup, but also because of the many comments you read throughout the relationship.

“Who does she look like that?”

“He can do so much better.”

“Please, is he doing makeswish? Cause she ain’t on his level.”

“I wish he dated someone that actually looked good!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he cheated on her with a model.”

You were never exactly the type of woman anyone envisioned Austin to be with. You understood that, you were the exact opposite of what people thought he would want. He never defended you, at least not in front of people. He would stay quiet, you understood that he was a calm celebrity, but you wanted him to go out and say:

“Yes, I love this woman and I am attracted to her.”

But he never did. He never once defended you, not even with his family.

But you had moved on, at least you had tried. You now lived with your fiancé, a baseball player. You were happy. At least this man did how the people that he loved you.

Austin had moved on too, to this nepobaby. Kaia Gerber, she was gorgeous and you wouldn’t deny it. She was everything people wanted Austin to have. Like she was what he deserved.

A part of you understood that you didn’t exactly fit in on what people considered beautiful but you liked yourself and it was one of your New Year’s resolutions to find ways to enhance yourself. And that’s what you did.

You started buying cuter clothes, started trying different hairstyles. Different makeup styles and in the end, you found yourself completely changed. You lost a couple of pounds, a part of you did it in revenge for all the comments and because of Austin leaving you the minute a pretty thing walked in front of him.

But you were focused on other stuff. Like decorating your house for Christmas and you had heard of a night market that would sell Christmas stuff. You walked around, wrapped in your coat and scarf.

You heard a familiar voice but you payed no mind to it, until the voice got closer. You turned around and saw those familiar golden locks and lean frame. It was Austin.

“Y/n!” He called you, his hand still holding Kaia’s. “I didn’t even recognize you!”

“Hi.” You pressed your lips together and smiled. Nodding your head at Kaia, who had Austin’s hand tightly wrapped with hers. “I’ve changed. Thank you.”

He was mind-blown, you looked really different.

“I missed seeing you. God, it’s been long.” He smiled. Acting as kind as ever. He lets go of Kaia’s hand and hugged you, you wanted to shove him away but you didn’t.

Why did he treat you kindly now? Why was he holding you like he knew you?

“Me too.” You answered. You didn’t really miss seeing him, because lately the internet was plagued with photos of him and Kaia.

He stared at you for a while, he gulped. You were as beautiful as he remembered you the last time he saw you. But his awe was interrupted by Kaia’s glare, to which he unrestored that they had to keep moving.

“It was nice seeing you, y/n.” He said with a smile, he then walked away.

You were left dumbfounded. Like actually you froze in place. What was that interaction?

You went back home to your apartment, your fiancé was going around the kitchen, making himself some sandwich.

“Oh, you’re back, sweetheart.” Ian spoke with a mouthful of food.

“I didn’t seek anything good, other than cookies.” You lifted the bag in your hand.

“Let me boil up some water.”

Ian was a very nice guy and a good baseball player too. He knew you, your expressions and mannerisms.

“Whats wrong?” Ian asked, he gulped his food.

“Nothing, I just saw my ex.” You said, shaking your head. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but to him, it totally was.

“Your ex? Austin? That idiot?” Ian basically switched personalities. He did not like Austin, and he made it show. If he didn’t like something, that’s when things got ugly.

You two had a huge argument, Ian’s flaw was that he cared a bit too much, too much that it turned into severe jealousy. It was one of the many reasons why you walked on eggshells while being with Ian.

And Austin’s life wasn’t very different, with now Kaia being a jealous woman, she argued with him all because he talked to you. You were his past, you didn’t matter anymore, people never liked you anyways, why did he care?

But Austin didn’t listen, in fact, he did all the opposite, he started following you on instagram and fortunately, you hadn’t changed your phone number. So he sent you a text, you answered, and although you two were dating jealous people you decided to go out, have lunch together.

You two sat across one another, picking at your food. You didn’t know what do say, you hadn’t seen each other in so long and to be realistic, you didn’t want to be here. You had only agreed to be kind.

“So you’re engaged now?” He pointed at your ring. It was a pretty one. It was surely expensive.

“Yes. We’re getting married next year.” You said with a nod.

“Really?” That was quick. Him and Kaia had been together for almost three years and he didn’t even know if he would marry her. “That’s good. Real good.”

He was jealous, alright? He could’ve married you but he blew everything up.

“My life is slower now, more calmer.” You said, perhaps it was because he had left. Because you didn’t deal with all the comments.

“My life is different now. I guess that dating Kaia had— fastened my way of living. She likes attention and she knows how to get it.” He said, a bitter tone on his voice. He never really liked being exposed, but now with Kaia, he had been putting up with it.

After eating dinner, you two walked out into the cold weather, you felt the cold breeze hit your face.

“I missed this.” Again, with the missing thing. He missed everything, you thought. It was annoying.

“It’s just the cold, I’m sure you’ve felt it countless of times.” You scoffed, as you two kept walking.

You were annoyed at him, every time you looked at him all you could remember were all the times he never defended you. All the comments.

“She’s not even in his level ngl.”

“He should be with someone that actually meets his standards btw.”

“She must’ve put a love spell on him.”

“Why is the all-American guy dating… her?”

He was still trying to act kind, like your golden boy? What he had been once to you. But now a part of you hated him. No, you loathed him.

“Listen, I should get going. It’s late and my fiancé must be worried.” You said as you stopped walking.

“Let me give you a ride, I can-”

You cut him off, lifting your hand and shaking your head. “Spare me of pissing off my fiancé. Thank you for the offer.”

You left him there as you walked away. Damn right he could give you a ride.

Next thing you know, he mentioned you in an interview:

“We had our problems. Every couple does. I hold so much love for y/n in my heart. And we’re good friends.”

God, you hated him so much for that. Why did he say that? You didn’t want people telling you what he had once told you, in fact, you didn’t want him telling people that he knew you.

It sparked another argument with Ian. And back at his home, it sparked the biggest argument he have had with Kaia.

He was getting fed up, Kaia criticized you any time she could, even when you weren’t slightly mentioned. But she knew, she knew that normal people outside the shippers didn’t like her with Austin. Specially because of who her parents were, helicopter parents who tried everything to get Austin involved with them in some way.

He wanted you, he came to the realization that he didn’t want anyone else but you. Just you. He was willing to get on his knees because of you.

And what other occasion than two days before Christmas? He had been going back and forth with himself but he was sure of this. You were walking peacefully on the streets, looking at the decorated trees with lights. And you saw him.

“I was hoping you saw what I was in the interview.” Austin said as he begun walking by your side.

“Yes, I heard.” You nodded your head. Maybe if you didn’t pay much attention to him he would leave. “And I hated every single part of it.”

“What? Why? I spoke sincerely. I don’t even speak of my girlfriend in public.” He said, as if him saying that he she’ll cared for you would make up for everything.

“Don’t act like you were kind, like you were the best boyfriend. You were awful every time.” You finally said some of what you’ve been holding back.

“Y/n, listen to me.” Austin grabbed your arm to stop you from walking.

“Don’t even hold me like you know me.” You snapped at him, taking a few steps back. “In fact, don’t even tell people that we know each other.”

“I loved you back then and I love you now. I’ve always loved you. I was stupid enough to try and deny it back then and it was the reason why we broke up.”

You laughed in his face. Did he think that was the reason why you two broke up? Ha!

“We both know why we broke up. You left me in line with all the emotional baggage. You never stood up for me. Not in front of your family, or anyone in general.”

“Y/n, I was an idiot. And I know you can forgive me-”

You raised your hand to cut him off, shaking your head. “I’m not your father, I don’t have to forgive you. I could but I won’t.”

You didn’t have to forgive him. You were in all your right to never forgive him. But a sort of you could only stare at his eyes, Austin— he was unique. You didn’t think that Ian could compare. No one lit a room the way Austin did. He was magical. And you were sold. You would always be.

“You know, I really regret everything I did. I just— I never knew why I couldn’t stand up for you. Or for myself either way. Because I knew how much you loved me. And how much I loved you.”

He spoke with vulnerability. You could see it in his eyes that he regretted everything.

“It hurt me more than it hurt you, you know? I was dying inside and I couldn’t find comfort in you because how could I know that you didn’t agree with all those comments?”

Then it dawned on him. All you wanted was for him to have your back. And he never once gave you that security. You didn’t know if this time it would be any different. And that’s what made you doubt.

But he looked very serious, but maybe it was too late now. You were engaged to another man. A man that maybe showed you off a bit more. A man that was not afraid to let his tongue run when it came to defend you.

And you didn’t want to betray Ian, he was a good man. Even if his jealousy always ruined everything. You looked at Austin, him his begging eyes, one bad look from you and he would get on his knees and beg.

You had to think of this, no contact. To think of everything.

“Merry Christmas, please don’t call me.”

You spoke before walking away, leaving him there standing.

Everything had gone wrong with Ian during Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. His jealousy had turned into something you did not like— violence.

And it started to scare you. A part of you wanted to give Austin a call but you did not know. He was still dating Kaia and you were with Ian. But you didn’t if it would last. Not after his jealous and violent rage.

But you thought— why not?

You grabbed your phone and stared at the screen for a while before searching for a contact.

‘Austin’

You stared and then hit the call button.

Maybe this Christmas, you actually wanted him to call.

[creedslove]

MAKING OUT WITH THE BRIDE'S FATHER - JOEL MILLER HEADCANONS ✨

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: the reason why I love Pedro so much is that he always makes me feel alive no matter how bad the situation is 💟

A/N #2: besties I'm so sorry about this Headcanon, I know it's sooooo bad, but I had the idea several weeks ago I think I don't really remember and I've been writing a little bit every day since but I went through a lot in a short time and I lost inspiration but at the same time it was really bothering me to see it lying in my drafts unfinished, I'm sorry it sucks, but I love you all 💕

• you met Sarah Miller when she was only a freshman girl, completely lost in her first day of college after she was dropped off and looking like a scared little deer even if she tried assuring you she was alright

• you were a few years older than her and you'd been there, so you pretended to believe she was alright but still offered her some help to get her dorm organized and simply find herself around campus; she quickly accepted it and that was how your friendship had started

• during the semester, you became one of Sarah's best friends; as you were always there to help her out, advise her or simply offer her some company or comfort the days she felt lonely and missed her family too much - you knew she didn't know her mom and she was raised by her dad and her uncle which you thought it was pretty awesome of them, but other than that, you didn't actually hear much about them, as you both often talked about other stuff

• and so the years passed and soon enough Sarah was graduating and marrying her college sweetheart, Ben, who'd been introduced to her by you during a party, so it was more than exciting to be invited to that beautiful party

• so you packed your bags, got yourself a decent place on Airbnb and went to Austin, to celebrate the wedding of your beloved friend, due to conflicting schedules, you could only get there a few days before the wedding, which ruined your plans of meeting Sarah's family, having dinner together and getting to the city, since the most you were able to do was just handle the last adjustment and details for your dress, help Sarah with the arrangements for the party and of course, party hard in her bachelorette party

• the bachelorette party was partially organized by you, as you never really knew how those things were supposed to go, other than just the scenes you saw in several movies, should you go to a male strip club? Should there be men half naked rubbing themselves against you and your friends? You weren't so sure, so you talked to Sarah and you picked a nice nightclub to dance and drink

• so you and your group of friends hit the club, all in your best clothes, nice heels and Sarah wearing a cute little party veil so everyone would know she was the bride to be. The night was perfect and you danced and drank as much as you wanted, knowing you could just call yourself a Uber to go home

• you stayed until the end of the party, your group of friends had all left home in different Uber rides and Sarah was picked up by Ben just some moments ago, so you grabbed your purse, paid for your part of your check and went to the parking lot, since your uber wouldn't take much to get there

• and that was when you saw him: easily the most handsome man you'd ever seen, older than you of course, tall, broad, brown hair salt and peppered and leaning against his truck. He seemed to be waiting for someone, but his attention was immediately shifted towards you, and he couldn't pay attention to anything else

• you just caught Joel's attention as you walked out of that bar; you didn't seem drunk or wasted, but definitely a little tipsy and while he wasn't a creep - Sarah had accidentally called him and asked him to pick her up and there was no way in the world he wouldn't come for his little girl, even if she wasn't little anymore and was going to be a married girl in a couple of days

• and even when she explained to her dad that she didn't mean to call him and he didn't need to pick her up because she was already going home with Ben - clearly drunk, which bothered Joel but he couldn't actually do anything about it - he said he was just going back to sleep, omitting the fact he was already at the parking lot waiting for her. She wasn't a child anymore, but he really missed when she was one because then, she would still be his sweet little Sarah wearing her cute star PJs to bed, and not exiting the club completely drunk like she did a while ago

• but all that whining went away in the blink of an eye once Joel spotted you, because he couldn't recall seeing a better looking woman at a bar in so fucking long, that or it was because he hadn't gotten laid in so long, his balls might've been blue but he wasn't just gonna empty them on the first woman he saw, so he just kept using his hand for it

• but you... He swallowed hard and decided to take a few steps towards you, after all, it wouldn't hurt just to make sure you were doing okay and no creeps were bothering you, because he wasn't a creep, he just wanted to make sure you were alright

• and when you saw Joel walking towards you, you felt your breath caught in your chest. He was so freaking handsome, big and manly, the kind of man to put you on all fours and fuck you while he whispers into your ear what a good girl for him you really are

• and you didn't remember much of your interaction with him, when you realized what you were doing, you were pressed against the hood of his truck, kissing him hungrily while his strong hands squeezed your body and roamed all over you; your hands messing up with his curls, tugging at them slightly as you moaned into his mouth, against better judgement you could let yourself be fucked by him at that moment

• however, you didn't even know his name, it was a dangerous game your body begged you to play, but your rational side was still too alert for it, so when you managed to see your Uber had arrived, you found strength in yourself to get rid of his intoxicating touch in your body and simply run to the car, you should've asked his name, but you didn't

• and the following days after that night at the bar, as much as you tried thinking of something else, all you could focus on, was that handsome man and the way he held you, he gripped your body and kissed you; it was different from any kind of touch you'd experienced, that mysterious man seemed addictive to you

• but as the wedding approached, your lustful thoughts had to be placed aside so you could focus on all the tasks you had to do: help Sarah get ready, check the venue for her and so on, not to mention getting ready yourself for the event, being so busy you totally skipped the part where you'd meet her family

• as you waited in church for her with the rest of your friends, you couldn't help but being extremely shocked to see Sarah walking down the aisle by her father, whom you had never actually seen before that night at the bar, but he happened to be your mysterious fling from the parking lot

• Joel also couldn't believe the hot girl he'd made out with was his daughter's best friend, he knew he was older than you even if you both hadn't much time to talk, but he didn't expect that

• you two had to stop those feelings aside so you could focus on the ceremony, but the way Joel kept glancing at you, made it pretty obvious you'd have a very interesting wedding reception afterwards 😉

____

[foreverdolly]

a/n: here is the promised teaser for the final chapter of "i just ride" !

Your ribs hollowed themselves out, your heart echoing loudly in your own ears as your feet pounded after his long legged pace. 

The water was already squeaking in your shoes and soaking through to your socks. Your clothes were as good as ruined- hair clinging to your cheeks, neck and back. You didn’t stop running though. Not until you caught up to him. The unrelenting rain threatened to blind you, but you pressed on. 

You were often exposed to the way that your parents fought like cats and dogs. They’d put distance between themselves, your father leaving for the night to go out and drink his sorrows. Distance never meant anything good. It opened the door to the inevitable: the leaving. 

His blonde hair had turned a dull mousy brown now that it was completely soaked through, his waves now flat against his neck. You could see him fairly well… all thanks to the headlights. 

“What’s so wrong with us going back to normal? You’re my best friend, Austin. Please.” You felt like you just might die if he left you. You’d be trapped in town, condemned to spend the rest of your life in small town monotony. You’d marry some local schmuck and move into some horribly mundane home right down the street from what had been your own childhood hell. 

Austin wasn’t just your safety net. You feared that a future without him in it wasn’t going to be a happy one. Austin was the sole owner and contributor of your happiness. 

It was the desperation in your voice that caused him to turn and face you. Austin despised the idea of you being in distress more than anything. He’d made a vow to protect you all those years ago, and all the while there had been no one there to protect him. It never mattered though. Not when he could walk the one mile it took to get to your neighborhood so that he lay his bruised and beaten form down on your bed. The smell of your floral shampoo on your pillows acted as a salve, and with his own problems forgotten he would  burrow himself deep under your comforters. You’d ramble on about the most random things, trying to keep his mind off of the fresh welts. The sound of your voice and your laugh was more than enough for him. That was the only protection he really needed. The constant beatings from his father might have caused him physical pain, but nothing could truly hurt him when he knew that he had you. Nothing else had ever mattered. 

But when the boy had matured into a young man, the comfort of knowing that he would always be your best friend had lost its spark. It just didn’t sound right anymore. Maybe Austin was selfish when it came to you, but it didn’t seem good enough. It wasn’t until a boy in his class had suddenly packed up and moved that the blonde haired child had realized why it would never be enough. 

He simply couldn’t live without you, and you and your upper-middle class family could move at the drop of a dime. 

No phone calls or messily written letters would ever be enough to satiate him. The whimpering, childlike attachment that he had to you could have been compared to that of a baby with their blanket or a prized stuffed animal. You were comfort to him. You were home- and Austin had grown up never knowing what that truly was. You were the only definition of the word that he could ever truly relate to.

 He had to see you. Be near you. Hug you. Hold you- and he didn’t want any more miles than the one that it took to walk to your house to come between the both of you. Not if it was too far for him to walk on foot. 

And then it all clicked into place for him. All those years ago… he’d known exactly what it was that he felt for you. Everything- all at once. 

Austin was in love with you. There wasn’t a point in time that he could recall those feelings changing, rather they had just always been there. They just meant something different to him now. He had been old enough to put a label on the complicated, earth shattering feelings that he had felt for all of his life. Loving you was as easy as breathing, and felt just as natural. Loving you was his favorite thing to do, because without it he feared that he just might curl up into a ball and cease to exist. 

He’d die in that run down trailer park and the moldy ceilings just might finally collapse on top of him and swallow him up whole. 

Every burn from his father’s cigarette. Every punch, slap, kick. Every curse and muttered obscenity. Every insult. Every hungry, dinner-less night. 

You made it all worth it. He’d wake up each morning with a smile on his face, knowing that you’d be there with an extra sandwich in your lunchbox with his name on it and an endless amount of comfort. You sung his praise on a constant basis, and you’d single handedly saved him from his horrific reality. 

Being your best friend meant everything to him, but maturing comes with the realization that all good things must come to an end. Eventually you’d start to date someone and get serious. Next would come marriage and babies, and what would he be then? Where would that leave him? He remembered how horrified he had been when he had asked his seventh grade teacher, Mrs Powell, who her best friend was. 

“Well. . . Austin, when you get to be my age you don’t really have a best friend. Not really, at least.” 

And there it was. The hard truth. The reality of his situation. The teen could no longer sit around and pretend that he’d be fine with taking a backseat in your life, so long as he remained in the car at least. He couldn’t pretend that he was fine with staying in the friendzone forever. So he’d made a habit of scaring off boys in the class that seemed to take a shine to you. He sabotaged nearly every date that you had in high school, sitting you down after meeting every “boyfriend” of yours only to tell you that he hated them. That they weren’t good for you, and that he’d heard from other guys in school that they were a bit of a ladies man. He’d dried your tears when no one had asked you to your senior prom, only to be able to ask you himself. 

He had deluded himself in that overcrowded, dimly lit gym that one day you’d realize that you loved him. One day you’d realize that he was the one that you were meant to be with. 

But graduation passed and now here you two were, standing out in the rain after years of dancing around the truth. No matter how long Austin had tried to hide from it, it was finally there. Looming far too close to ignore. 

The end. 

It felt like he was staring Death in the eyes. Hell, he probably was. Austin wasn’t sure how long he could live without you. It wouldn’t be like cutting off a limb and learning to thrive without it. It would be like functioning without lungs, a brain- some necessary internal organ that couldn’t survive outside of the body. 

“Jesus fuckin’ christ-” He muttered, wiping angrily at the rain on his face before turning sharply on his heel so that he was fulling facing you. 

You had to suck in a breath, legs buckling in shock as you blinked up at him. Your bottom lip began to quiver as you tried hard to keep from crying. He hated when you looked destroyed like this. It was rare to see you without that signature smile of yours brightening up your face. The urge to fall at your feet and apologize was overwhelming, but the embarrassment of this entire situation kept his feet firmly planted on the ground. 

“I don’t want things to go back to normal,” He screamed over the deafening sound of the rain, throwing his arms up to the sky as if somehow it just might answer his silent prayers. “What’s the whole point of any of this? Of us.” He motioned between your two soaked bodies, his eyelashes kissing at the corners as he tried his hardest to shield his baby blues from the onslaught of water that poured over the both of you. 

Your heart didn’t just break. It fucking imploded. 

In your twenty years of life you have experienced your fair share of heartache. You’d cried and cried until you were blue in the face. You knew what true emotional turmoil felt like, and all before your tenth birthday. Never in your life had you felt heartbreak so severe that it caused a physical reaction. Pain. 

It felt like you were having a heart attack. Your shoulders hunched, and suddenly you found it hard to keep yourself standing up. You couldn’t help but double over, melting in on yourself. Your once white sneakers were now a dusty brown, the backroad mud clinging to your high waisted jeans and hands as you tried to brace yourself on the ground. Your fingers found purchase in the mud, and you clung to it, balling your fists around it. Sucking in breath after breath. Reminding yourself that this couldn’t kill you, no matter how it felt like it might. 

Gone. Gone. This was it. He was leaving you. 

You felt one of his hands on your back, his usually warm skin now cold due to the rain. Distantly you could hear him calling your name, shaking at your shoulders relentlessly to try and get some sort of reaction out of you. You were inconsolable as you tried to sort out your jumbled thoughts. You needed to speak to him. Needed him to clarify what was happening. 

“Are you leaving me?” You couldn’t feel your lips anymore, and maybe it was due to the fact that you were hyperventilating. A panic attack was seizing your limbs. Making you useless. Never in your life had you experienced something like this before. The freezing cold rain did nothing to ground you. 

You remembered your school counselor meeting with you all those years ago. She had told you that jumping in a cold shower when you felt an attack coming on would jolt you out of it. The practice had become routine. This time it wasn’t helping. You looked up at Austin the best that you could, eyes wide and watery, the day old mascara dripping down your cheeks all the way to the corners of your lips. 

You looked like a fallen angel, Austin thought. The sight of you so hideously afraid and upset made him want to jump off the nearest cliff. Because he’d seen you worked up before, but you’d never looked so alone. You always had him, and now there was doubt in those eyes. 

You looked like a child kneeling on the ground like this. Scared of being abandoned. 

“I-I. . .” His plush lips parted and closed as he fought to find the right words. If he said them and then got rejected, then he could finally end this. He could grieve the loss of his lifelong love and then maybe learn how to be your friend again after mourning it all. All he knew was that he could never leave you. Not really, at least. 

You were ingrained in him. 

Bone deep. 

“I’m twenty one years old. . . and I have a job. Not a very good one, but a better job than I ever expected to land myself. What’s the point of growing’ up if I can’t do that with you?” He was dancing around the words. He knew that he was, and you were too upset to pick at his sentence for hiding meanings. 

“I’ve done all of my growing with you. What do you mean? What do you mean?” 

“Shit,” He spat out, his hand moving to grip at the fabric of your shirt, pulling you up so that you’d look back up at him. What he was about to say was important. Life changing, and he needed you to look at him while he said it all. “I’m goin’ to have to watch you date someone. And get serious with them. I’ll know that they’re kissin’ you and f-f. . .” He nearly vomited as he bit out the next word. “Fuckin’ you. I’ll watch you get married and pop out a few kids. I’ll be an uncle by association, and when they’ll get older all I’ll ever be is ‘the guy’ that comes over every Thanksgivin’.” He looked like he was in physical pain, his face twisted with obvious disgust. Still, he continued speaking, unable to stop now that he was finally putting it all out on the table. 

“You’ll move away- probably for your husband's job, and I’ll never get to see you. The phone calls will be few and far in between because you have a family to take care of, and before you know it all I’ll ever be is a face in a yearbook that you keep tucked away on a shelf.” His hand shook as he brought it up to his chest, slapping his palm against the spot over his heart. “And I can’t do that. I don’t have it in me. I’ll die. I really will.” 

[austinbutlerslovers]

Without You

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Summary You leave Austin for a few days… he becomes desperate for you.

💝Romantic Smut 💝 Austin unable to be w/o you •Austin heavy pining • Austin simping •sub Austin• desperation hand job• sex on bathroom sink •p in v •quickie •babying Austin 😏

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Without You

The week apart from Austin stretched on endlessly. It’s the longest amount of time you’ve been apart, and each night, his video calls grow more desperate, his voice pulling at your heart in every one.

On the first night, he sounds soft and teasing, his voice low and honeyed with his usual flirting. “I miss you already,” he smiles.

By the third night, a slight break creeps in, his words stumbling over themselves. “I don’t know, I just… I hate this quiet without you,” he admits, running a hand through his hair.

By the sixth night, he’s outright pleading, his voice cracking. “Don’t hang up yet, please. Just… let me hear you breathe a little longer. I can’t sleep without you here,” he says, his eyes so vividly blue and filled with longing that it makes your heart ache as they lock on yours through the screen.

Each call ends with his undeniable reluctance as he finally lets you go. “Goodnight, baby,” he says, sounding more like a man starving than a simple goodbye.

After a week apart you finally step through the front door of your shared home. You feel exhausted, but anticipation sparks in your chest just to see Austin again. 

The house is dim and quiet with stillness. “Austin?” you call out, your voice echoing off the hardwood.

No answer. 

You landed later than intended, but you know he’s expecting you home.

You leave your suitcase at the base of the stairs, taking your purse as you head up. 

You enter the master bedroom, intending to call for Austin again, when a faint sound stops you. 

A low breathy groan drifts from the bathroom, then a whimper, sharp and needy. 

Your pulse spikes as you creep closer, recognizing the sounds of Austin’s voice in a way that’s unmistakably intimate.

The bathroom door is ajar, and you nudge it open with your fingertips. 

There Austin is, standing at the sink, one hand braced against the counter, the other wrapped tightly around his cock. 

His fist moves with frantic intent, veins bulging along the shaft, his knuckles whitening with each stroke. 

He’s completely lost to himself, his chest heaving beneath his white t-shirt. 

His long lashes flutter against his cheekbones, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, as your name spills from his lips in a broken chant—“Fuck, baby… please…”—the sound so raw it sends a rush of heat to your core.

You enjoy watching so much you don’t make a sound, seeing how much he misses you, seeing how he can’t even wait. 

His breaths come in ragged gasps, he doesn’t hear you, doesn’t sense you, too consumed in his desperation. 

Then his eyes flicker open, catching your reflection in the mirror. 

A sharp gasp tears from his throat, his hand freezing mid-motion as his body seizes, a pained, keening whine escaping him as he forces himself to stop. 

His pupils are blown wide, blue irises swallowed by black, as his lips part in a helpless, trembling plea. “Baby… you’re here,” he rasps, voice thick with longing and desperation.

You drop your purse to the floor, your hands finding his face in an instant pulling him into love filled kisses, tasting the ache of his need for you. “Oh Austin” you coo softy between each press of your lips.

He groans into your mouth, his arms wrapping around you like a lifeline as you lower kisses down his neck. 

“Missed you so fucking much,” he pants, his voice a wrecked mess, his breath hot against your ear as his hands grasp your body with urgency, feeling like you’ll leave him again. 

His need for you surges without hesitation as he tugs your panties and leggings down in one swift motion, letting them fall to the tiles.

His eyes darken, a primal sound falling from his chest as he hoists you up onto the sink’s edge, his grip firm on your hips. 

His face is a portrait of want, cheeks flushed crimson, jaw clenched, breaths shuddering out of him in uneven waves. 

He nudges your thighs apart, aligning himself, and then he thrusts in. His cock is thick and warm, the hard length of him guiding into you with a slow glide until you’re full of him, stretched and consumed by the heat of his longing.

A depraved, filthy moan tears from his throat as his hands dig into your waist, the sensation of him fully inside making your head tip back as you gasp, a breathless sound escaping your lips.

The counter is cold and unforgiving against your skin as he thrusts with intensity, the sensation only heightening the rawness of it all.

His rhythm is all tension and pent-up lust, his hips snapping between yours with a force that sends you reeling. 

You brace yourself, hands clutching his shoulders, trying to take the relentless power of him as he drives into you, each thrust sending a shock that jolts your body against the hard edge of the sink. 

His eyes lock onto yours, brows knitted, entirely lost in the feel of you wrapped around him, tight, warm, and real after days of aching need.

“I missed you…so much,” he gasps, the words spilling out between grunts and whimpers. “Needed you so bad, baby… couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice breaks, raw and frantic as he pounds into you, desperation lacing every syllable. “You’re all I want…fuck, I can’t be without you.”

His words crash over you, igniting your need for him even more “Austin,” you moan, your voice trembling with the weight of it.

You clutch the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, anchoring yourself as his pace quickens, building higher and higher until you can’t hold back. 

You orgasm instantly, a sharp cry escaping your lips as your walls clench tightly around his cock, his desperation intensifying every thrust, feeling the waves of pleasure crash through you releasing a week’s worth of longing.

The slick sounds of his thrusts colliding between you fills the space, mingling with his hoarse cries and your own breathless moans. 

His thrusts grow wilder, deeper, and you struggle to keep steady, your body trembling under the force of his need. 

He chases his release, his lips crashing against yours, kissing you in a frenzy. “I’m yours, baby….always yours,” he groans, the words muffled against your mouth as his rhythm falters, teetering on the edge.

His breath hitches, a broken moan of your name tearing from his throat as he comes, his body shuddering hard against yours. 

He spills into you, his tension and longing unraveling in hot, pulsing waves, his hips jerking with the intensity of it as his lips meet yours in a desperate, messy kiss

His breaths soften as he rides it out, his chest rising and falling heavily as he rests his forehead against yours.

Your hand slides from his neck to his cheek, cupping the sharp angle of his jaw. “I missed you too, Austin,” you smile, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.

Austin lets out a shaky laugh, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “I never want to be without you that long ever again,” he confesses, his voice gravelly but warm, his arms tightening around you as if to prove it.

“Never again,” you smile, rubbing your nose against his, giving him a soft loving kiss.

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[silvyysthings]

Am I crazy for thinking ACU has been cursed from the moment it was announced!! Like it’s just been one disaster after another, a dark cloud hanging over it. Covid, the actors’ strike, wildfires, messing with filming and the awards campaign. And then on top of that we’ve got the most cursed stunts ever: Cabo and the Kardashians. It’s like, please, can this whole thing just end already? It’s been five years. Go away, Satan.

And yeah I 100% agree with you, his team and the awards campaign are a total dumpster fire. At first I thought hey they know the industry better than me, right? Maybe they’ve got a plan. But nah.

We all know the Golden Globes is the only realistic prestigious award he could win. The Oscar? Slim chance. And even then, they completely fumbled the Golden Globes, turned it into a circus twice. He didn’t win, and you could see the disappointment all over his face.

Austin Butler won the Globe for Elvis and lost the Oscar, but for his age, that was still a solid awards campaign. Tim’s isn’t. His team is a mess. Like who thought acting desperate would somehow improve their chances?!!! And if anyone still thinks there’s a shot at an Oscar now, they’re delusional.

Call Me By Your Name didn’t need all this nonsense. It’s more awarded, more appreciated both as a movie and for his performance. Plus it had a relatively better box office with way less marketing and a smaller budget. Because, LESS. IS. MORE.

All I see people saying about this campaign is that it’s desperate, try hard, and completely manufactured. Which sucks because he’s one of the most genuine actors out there. Bravo.

I want to thank you anon, I don't know who you are or if we have talked but you completely get all my thought about this and acu 🎯🎯

too much promotion in my opinion is too much (excuse the pun), too much exposure, too many appearances risk backfiring, even if they are worth Oscar nominations. Different is the case of cmbyn, an authentic jewel where the appearances and interviews of the 2 protagonists took your breath away every time for the chemistry and the special bond, making the public wish for more exposure.

Thank you anon 👏🏻

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Law of Attraction — Chapter Two: Exposition

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rating: 18+, minors dni.

warnings: professor!Joel, student!reader, (consensual) professor x student relations, joel miller au, reader is mentioned to be plus sized, drinking, jealousy, age gap (reader is late 20’s, joel mid 40’s), smut (m oral receiving, fingering, face sitting, unprotected piv), fluff, no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.

word count: 5.3k

chapter synopsis: only one student gets chosen to go on an all-inclusive trip to the criminal justice expo that’s held at a different location every year. what happens when professor miller happens to be the attending staff representing the university of austin?

Your phone pinged in your lap, and you tore your eyes away from the TV screen to see what it was. You and your roommate, Adrienne, who also happened to be your best friend, were watching reruns of Gilmore Girls.

It was Saturday night and both of you felt like staying in, which ended up with both of you making dinner and filling up wine glasses before you settled in on the couch to watch the beloved show.

“Holy shit.” You say out loud, not believing the student e-mail you received in your inbox.

“What?” Adrienne questioned, gaze slowly moving to you.

“I got accepted– my application,” You started, completely dumbfounded. “I get to go to the criminal justice expo.”

“What? No fucking way dude! Isn’t that like a one-student-only type deal?” Adrienne questioned, turning her body to fully face you.

You nod, looking down to your phone again. You scrolled down the email, looking for the details of where it was going to be this year.

“It’s in California this year,” You say, chewing on your bottom lip to find out the attending staff from your school. You froze when you saw his name pop up. “Professor Miller is the attending staff.”

Adrienne’s face lit up, and she nudged you with her foot. “Are you kidding me? Free drinks, free food, free flight, and you get to bone again with your hot Professor?”

“Adri!”

“What? Oh, come on, you said that the sex you two had was mind blowing. Now you guys can, you know, fuck on an actual bed instead of a desk.” She snickered, and you rolled your eyes.

Adrienne knew how hot Joel was. She never had him as a professor, but people talked regardless. She was an alumni now and when you told her you two fucked, she nearly lost her mind. She told you to give her all the juicy details, and congratulated you for finally allowing yourself to have something like this.

You and Joel had been texting back and forth every so often within the past couple of weeks, and when it came to seeing him in class, he could barely look your way. He told you that if he did, he’d just get way too turned on to even carry on with the lesson.

The trip was over the beginning weekend of spring break, which was in a week. You sighed and toyed with your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating on telling Joel if you were the chosen student.

“So are you gonna tell Professor Hottie that you’re going to California?” It’s like Adrienne could read your mind sometimes.

“Actually, I think I’m going to keep it a surprise.”

She raises her eyebrows, “Will there be a bar there?”

You look up the hotel listed on the itinerary— J.W. Marriott in Los Angeles.

“The hotel has a bar.”

“So what I’m hearing is we need to go shopping for a nice little number that’ll make him wanna eat you right up.” Adrienne cocks an eyebrow up at you, and you purse your lips into a thin line. You knew you wouldn’t win this argument if you told her no.

“I mean, I’m going back home. Might as well shmooze some potential employers too, right?” You crack a grin at her, and she cheers while clapping her hands.

“You’re gonna look so hot in California. Professor M won’t know what’s coming to him.”

-

The following week went by swiftly. Your flight left at six in the morning to Los Angeles. As soon as you got to the hotel, you showered and napped before you had to get ready for the convergence of the first night.

The black dress Adrienne helped you pick out defined your curves, giving you a sexy silhouette. You took your time getting ready. You wore your hair down, put dark brown shadow in the crease of your eye, dusted gold shimmer over the top of your lid, and painted your lips red. You slipped on your trustee black heels and gave yourself one last look-over before you decided you looked hot enough to woo the richest man in the room.

You knew Joel was going to be downstairs, as staff and faculty had to pair with students from their own school. He texted you that he’d miss you since he had to go to this event before spring break, so it meant that he had absolutely no clue you’d be here. Unless he did, and he was just playing coy.

You put your keycard in your clutch, spritzing your favorite perfume on yourself, and walked out of your room to head for the elevator. Your heels clicked against the wooden floors of the elevator, and the glossy metal surrounding you gave you a good view of your reflection. You hit the button to take you down to the lobby, going back to looking at yourself a little bit longer.

You felt confident if you were honest with yourself. You usually adorned your body in looser clothing, something comfy and casual that wouldn’t show off too many of your curves. That was just your comfort zone—but, after the way you’ve been feeling lately, it’s elevated ten times more.

The elevator dinged, signaling you were down at the lobby’s level. The convention room wasn’t too far off, veering to the right. There were already so many students and faculty members from all kinds of different universities, mingling and drinking and having a good time. Nerves overtook your body for a split second before completely dissipating when you realized you were the one turning heads.

You decided it was safest to head for the bar first, just to get a little bit of liquid courage into your system. You ordered a Mai Tai, graciously thanking the bartender as you slipped onto a stool and deliberately sipped on your drink.

You turned your body so your eyes could casually scan the crowd, but in all reality, you were looking for Joel. Not even a few minutes later, and you spotted him. He looked deliciously handsome, with some dark slacks that hung low on his hips with an aqua blue button-up that complimented his tan skin tone exquisitely. His black glasses that framed his face matched his shiny black shoes. But, there was just one thing.

He wasn’t alone.

Some woman, who looked to be around his age, had a gentle hand on his bicep as she was laughing at something he said. They were talking with two other gentlemen whom you didn’t recognize.

You felt it. The ugly green monster slowly crept into you, seeping into your bones the longer you stared at Joel and the woman. They actually looked really nice together. Someone his age, more experienced, and really pretty. Someone his type.

You sipped on your drink some more, hating how you felt this way. He wasn’t even your boyfriend or anything of the sort. You two’ve only fucked once. He doesn’t owe you anything, and he can see whoever he pleases. So why did this make you so uneasy?

You sighed and slipped off of the stool, heading to the check-in area to get your lanyard that was supposed to say your name and the school you represented.

That’s when Joel spotted you from behind. He could recognize those beautiful curves anywhere. He excused himself from the conversation briefly as he made his way over to you, leaning against the table. You jumped at his presence, putting a hand over your heart, which was now racing.

“Joel.” You spoke softly, and he looked confused.

“Darlin’, what are you doin’ here? Are you the student that got chosen? Why didn’t ya tell me?” He asked all at once, his words coming out in a rush.

You simply shrugged. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, it’s definitely one hell of a surprise. Look at you.” He whistled, eyes trailing down your body. You looked incredible and the more he looked at his surroundings, the more he saw men staring at you. They looked at you in an almost perverted way, and Joel frowned.

“Thanks, Professor. You clean up nicely too.” Your smile is lip tight, and you’re secretly begging the alcohol to start taking effect. Joel’s eyes roam down to your drink, and he quirks an eyebrow.

“C’mon, I have someone I want ya t’meet.” He holds out his arm for you so he can escort you to his previous spot, where the same woman you saw with him earlier stood talking to another woman this time.

“Joel! I was just telling Misty that their food at the breakfast buffet here is amazing. Will you join us tomorrow morning?” The woman asks, and Joel smiles.

“Of course, Tess. I’d love to.”

“And who might this lovely young woman be?” The woman, who’s name is apparently Tess, gestures to you.

“My student in my criminal law class. The one I told you about last week.”

So he talks about you?

“Mm. Well ain’t you a beauty. Even prettier than Joel described you to be.” Tess smiles at you, holding out a hand for you to shake. You take her hand in yours, giving it a shake as a shy smiles comes over your lips.

“Tess and I go way back. Went to college together. She’s my best friend. She works for the FBI now, actually.” Joel chuckles, and Tess waves a hand to ward his words off.

“That’s impressive. Hope my background check came out clean.” You joke, and Tess laughs.

“She’s funny, Joel,” Tess nudges him. She then turns to you. “Lovely woman you are, sweetheart. This here is my partner, Misty. She also works for the FBI.”

Her fucking partner. You feel so stupid. Why the fuck would you be so presumptuous when Joel’s been nothing but honest with you about everything you’ve asked him?

“It’s nice to meet you, Misty.” You say, shaking her hand.

“You too!” She beams, and you can already see the sunshine and realist dynamic between the two women. “You should join us for breakfast tomorrow.” She offers, tossing you a warm smile.

“Uhm,” You look at Joel for a split second. “I don’t want to intrude, really.”

“Nonsense! You’re not intruding at all, sweetheart. I wanna get to know the woman Joel’s been gushing about to me all week.” Tess teases, and Joel’s face immediately turns crimson.

“Okay, Tess. Enough.” Joel pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

You quietly chuckle as you lightly pat his back.

“Didn’t know you were so fond of me, Professor.” You tease, and he looks at you with an amused expression.

Tess laughs lightheartedly at the interaction between you two, telling you both that she’ll see you both tomorrow before her and Misty bid you two goodbye.

You sipped on the rest of your drink, avoiding trying to talk. The air between you and Joel shifted, and you could feel the tension radiating between both of you.

“Let’s go get you another drink, yeah?” Joel offered, smiling softly down at you. You eyed your empty Mai Tai and nodded, making your way over to the bar with him.

“Another Mai Tai for her. I’ll take a whiskey, neat please.” He told the bartender, and he got started on your drinks.

“Lotta fellas lookin’ at you tonight, darlin’. Y’sure are stealin’ the show.” Joel looks down at you, then to the many eyes staring at you before glancing back to you. The amused expression on his face told you that he wasn’t jealous, but you saw the way his jaw clenched and the muscle ticked in annoyance.

Before you could say anything, the bartender handed you both your drinks. You thanked him and turned back to Joel, who was gripping his whiskey glass rather tightly.

“Are you jealous, Professor?” You quirk your eyebrow at him, taking the drink out of his hand before he could react. You sipped it once, leaving a red lipstick stain to coat the top of the glass. You smirked and slid the drink back into his hand, and his eyes widened as he wearily looked around the room to see if anyone was watching your flirtatious endeavor.

It’s not like you two would particularly get into trouble, because after all, you two were very much legal, consenting adults. However, professors sleeping with their students was a bit… well, frowned upon. Plus, the last thing Joel wanted was for anyone to think that you didn’t get into this expo due to hard work—which was the truth—but rather, by sleeping with him to weasel your way into the one student slot.

“Not here, darlin’.”

“Still didn’t answer my question, Mr. Miller.” Your voice was thick with lust, the idea of Joel getting jealous over you extremely gratifying.

You felt the stickiness of your arousal coat the thin pair of panties you had on, and you started to squirm in your seat.

Joel noticed this too, but he remained collected. “Yes, alright? I don’t like when others look at what’s mine.”

“Yours.” You repeat slowly, a small scoff behind your words. It came off as if you were unimpressed by his wording, but in reality, your stomach erupted with butterflies.

Joel leaned closer to you, not liking your response to his words. “Yes,” He hissed, “Mine. That delicious, tight little pussy is all mine, n’ I mean it when I say I don’t like sharin’.”

You swallowed thickly as he pulled back, studying your face. He took a nonchalant sip of his whiskey, smirk hidden behind the glass.

The smart ass in you wanted to tell him that it was modern times and you weren’t his fucking property, but you refrained. If that’s what it took for this man to fuck you again, then so be it.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr. Miller.” You crossed one leg over the other as you sipped on your drink. The bartender had a heavy pour, so you were quickly feeling the affects of the alcohol now.

“Not dangerous when I know how to finish it.” He grits, downing the rest of his whiskey. You sip the rest of your drink nervously, all remembrance of being a lightweight being thrown out the window.

Joel could sense the nervousness that overtook you. You hated yourself for making it so clear that he affected you so much this way, but who could blame you with the way he looked at you?

He nods his head toward the exit. “C’mon, let me walk you to your room.”

Your heart sank in disappointment. Surely his words were just teasing words, and you almost pouted at him. How were you supposed to tell him you wanted him to fuck you until you saw stars?

You silently planted your heels to the ground once more, and with the convergence still in full swing, you doubt you two would be missed. Joel followed you into the elevator, and you let your body sink against the wall. You closed your eyes briefly, exhaustion slowly creeping over your body.

“What floor?” Joel asked.

“Fifteenth.”

He pushed the fifteenth floor button, and only about three floors up, you felt Joel’s hand on your waist. You peeled your eyes open and gasped softly at the new proximity between you two.

“You know how crazy you’ve been drivin’ me all night lookin’ like this, baby?” His whisper is hoarse, dangerously low. A glint of arousal flashes across the dark pools of his brown eyes, and your body instinctively moves closer to his. You’re flush up against him now, breathing uneven as you try to balance yourself.

“Joel.” You whine softly, clutching onto the collar of his shirt.

“I know, baby, I know.” He leans down to kiss you softly, and you completely melt into him. It’s like your body instinctively morphed into his as soon as he got close enough. You couldn’t help it. You craved his touch, his kiss, his expert tongue like nothing you’ve ever craved before.

He was intoxicating, and intoxicated off of him you were.

He took a free hand to slowly slide in between your thighs, already feeling how wet you were between your legs.

“Fuck, sweet girl.” Joel groaned, and you whimpered when he rubbed your clit over the fabric of your panties. He moved them to the side, knuckles teasing your slick folds as you clung onto him for dear life.

You started to grind your hips onto his knuckles, desperate for any kind of friction you could get. Joel chuckled at you, kissing your temple as you used his fingers to pleasure yourself.

“Such a needy pussy, baby.”

“Need you, Joel.”

“You’ll get me, baby. Patience.”

You groaned as he pushed a finger into you, pumping it at an expert pace. You felt the tight coil of release building up so much quicker than you anticipated, and right before you were about to cum, the elevator stopped with a ‘ding’.

Joel pulled his slick-soaked finger out of you, slipping it into his mouth as he sucked your arousal off of his digit. He pulled down your dress quickly before the doors opened, and you were practically trying to drag him to your room.

You made sure the coast was clear before unlocking your door with the keycard, tossing your clutch onto the table beside the door. As soon as the door closed, Joel pushed you up against it.

You had a moment of déjà vu, feeling like you were back in Joel’s office with you up against the door as he hungrily kissed you.

Your hands tangled into his styled hair, greedily tugging at it. You moaned against him, pushing yourself off of the door to lead Joel back to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. The back of his knees hit the bed, and you gently pushed him down so he’d sit.

“Take this dress off, baby. I wanna see you.” You turned around so he could help you with the zipper, and he happily obliged. He kissed the middle of your back once it became bare, and you turned around to face him again as you peeled the straps off of your shoulders. You were moving slowly on purpose, giving Joel a bit of a sensual show before you wanted to make him feel good.

Once the dress was completely off, you got down on your knees in front of him and began undoing his belt buckle. He ran a hand through your hair, cupping your jaw as you fiddled with the button of his slacks next.

“Y’don’t have to, baby.” Joel whispered, searching your eyes for apprehension. You shook your head at him.

“I want to. Wanted to since the day I laid eyes on you.” You confess, and he groans softly as you tap his hips, signaling him to lift them so you could take the clothing off of him. You palmed him through his boxers, giving his cock a slight tug over the cotton material.

If it’s one thing you were determined about, it was giving Joel the best head he’s ever had in his life. You slowly peeled off his boxers as well, tossing them somewhere in the room.

His erection sprang free, head swollen and leaking pre cum. You whined at the sight, biting your faded cherry red lips in anticipation. You looked up at Joel who looked at you expectantly, and you smiled up at him shyly before taking his cock into your hand, giving the silky flesh a few tugs. You kept doing that as you leaned down to trail kisses up his tan thighs, free hand rubbing circles into his skin before using your tongue to lick your way up to the base of his cock.

You moved your mouth away from him so you could finally give the tip a kiss, kitten licking it softly for a few seconds. The salty taste of pre cum melted onto your tongue, and you hummed up at him. You took the tip into your mouth, tongue swirling over it before moving further down his girthy shaft.

“Mmph– fuck, your mouth feels so goddamn good, baby.” Joel groaned, cradling the back of your head with his hand. You moved your mouth all the way down, being met with the coarse, unruly hairs at the bottom of his cock.

You moaned around him as you felt him twitch in your mouth, and you moved your mouth back up while squeezing your lips around him. You continued this motion for the next couple of minutes, bringing your free hand to gently fondle his balls.

His hips bucked up, causing you to gag around him. “Fuck, darlin’, ‘m sorry.”

You hummed against him again as you looked up into his eyes, brow furrowed and jaw clenched.

“Look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock like that, baby.” He was panting now, and you stuck your tongue out of your lips so you could lick the underside of his cock with ease.

Joel gripped the bed sheets with such sheer force that you thought the threading was going to rip. His uneven breathing was apparent now, and his head tossed back as he held onto the back of your head, moving it up and down faster.

“Fuck baby, ‘m gonna– shit.” He cursed, and you swallowed every last drop of cum that spilled onto your tongue. You let go of his cock from your mouth with a small pop, leaning back on your heels to look up at him. His eyes met yours after a brief minute and he hummed, chuckling while he shook his head.

“Christ, babydoll.” Was all he said before gently tugging your arm so you’d stand up. You looked so divine like this in front of him—all lace and heels and curves and a sex appeal he just couldn’t fulfill himself enough with. He needed you in every way all the time. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“You sound so hot when you moan for me, Joel.” You say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He pulled you closer to him by your hips. You nod, biting your lip. He smirks as you as your hands trail down to the buttons of his shirt. You undo them one by one before slipping the aqua material off of his body, leaving him completely bare for you.

“You’re so handsome.” You whisper, and he smiled shyly up at you. Joel Miller? Shy? That’s a new one. You concluded that he didn’t get told that often, so you made a mental note to tell him as much as possible from now on.

Joel moves back on the bed to lay his head down where the pillows were. “C’mere.”

You moved to sit on your heels on the bed next to him, and he tugged at your wrist. He brought you down for a kiss before mumbling against your lips. “I want you to sit on my face, sweet girl.”

You pulled apart from him quickly, puzzled and completely mortified. “What?”

“I want you,” He repeated, tugging you back down to him, “To sit. On. My. Face.” He emphasized each word, and you felt yourself clench around nothing at his request.

“Joel, are you sure? I’m– what if you can’t breathe? What if I’m too heavy?” Insecurity started to flood your mind quickly, and Joel shook his head.

“You’re not too heavy, baby. You’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. Just, please, sit that pretty pussy onto my goddamn face.” He begged, and your brows furrowed at him in disbelief.

You trusted him, though, so you sighed as you straddled Joel’s chest carefully. You shuffled forward before stopping right below where he wanted you most in that moment. He grabbed your thighs and forced you to move upward so you were hovering over his face.

“Sit.” Was all he said, but you hesitated for a second. His hands slid up to your hips, forcing them down so his breath fanned over your slick-coated pussy. He kissed your soft flesh over the lace of your panties, moaning at how your hips bucked at the slightest touch.

He brought one hand up before moving the lace of your panties aside, kissing your bare pussy this time. You moaned softly, grabbing onto the headboard before Joel licked a long stripe up your folds. You moaned louder this time, relishing in the heat of his skilled tongue as he lapped up your arousal. He started to eat you out like a man starved, dipping his tongue into you before moving it up and circling around your clit. His hands moved down to grip the soft flesh of your thighs once more, moving them back and forth to encourage you to ride his face.

“Use my face, sweet girl. C’mon.” His voice was muffled, but you got the message loud and clear. You decided to let go of your fears and started to grind your soaked cunt into his face, clit catching onto the hook of his strong nose.

“Fuck, Joel.” You cried, mouth falling agape as you used his mouth for your pleasure. He brought a hand down to your ass and squeezed it, moving his hand back to give your soft flesh a smack. You moaned at the feeling of your stinging flesh, moving your hips in circles.

Joel moaned from underneath you, shooting vibrations up and through your body. You felt that tight coil rapidly approaching again as Joel settled on sucking your clit once more, and you couldn’t hold it anymore.

It was like a dam bursting and the floodwaters came rushing in, unstoppable and forceful.

Your hips rutted against his face as you rode out your intense orgasm, crying his name like a prayer. All that was on your mind was exactly what was coming out of your mouth: Joel Joel Joel.

“Did so well f’me, honey. So fucking good.” He praised, bringing your body down to be leveled with his on the mattress.

Joel looked at you in your already blissfully fucked-out state, brushing your hair out of your face. Your eyes were glossed over as they stared at him, body still convulsing at certain points as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

“Think y’got one more in you, sweet girl?” He asked, and you were confused at his initial question before it quickly dawned on you that he meant another orgasm. The exhausted part of you wanted to say no, but the insatiable part of you wanted to be filled and stretched by his intoxicating cock.

You nodded your head, and he smiled down at you with mischief. “Good. Wanna see those pretty eyes of yours roll back when I make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was really going to be the death of you.

He moved to unhook your bra from you in one easy motion, tossing the lace item somewhere in the room along with the rest of the clothes already in disarray. He maneuvered himself on top of you, and you looked up at him with such adoration. He smiled down at you as he moved down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, a hand cupping your jaw gently as you two just simply kissed for awhile.

It was nice that Joel brought the balance of sweet and sensual to the rough and sexy parts of having sex with him. Though you’ve only fucked once before this, you knew he was a tender lover when he really wanted to be.

Your felt Joel’s hardened cock against your inner thigh, so you took it upon yourself to gently grab it and start gliding his shaft against your folds. He moaned into your mouth as your thumb swiped over the tip, bucking your hips against him to get him soaked with your sticky sweetness.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He asked, taking his own cock into his hand before lining the tip up with your entrance. You nodded, and he gently pushed inside you until he reached the hilt.

The stretch was just as delicious as you remembered. So fucking full that it nearly knocked the breath out of you. You grabbed onto his biceps, jaw slack and brows furrowed.

“Look at me, sweet girl.” He murmured, and your eyes snapped open to find his. He smiled down at you before he started to move his hips, thrusting slowly at first before he started to pick up the pace.

“Feel so good, Joel.” You mumbled, intertwining your hands into his hair.

“So do you, angel.” He moaned as you clenched around him, savoring the feeling of you so warm and wet. He continued the tortured pace of his hips for a couple of more minutes before you decided you wanted, no, needed more. You wanted to see aforementioned stars.

“Faster Joel, please. Need you to fuck me faster.”

“Needy little cunt.” Joel chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

“Please.” You whisper, and his hips doubled in pace.

“This what you want, angel?” He asks through gritted teeth, knowing he probably wouldn’t last long if he kept fucking you at this pace.

“God, fuck, yes!” You cried, gripping onto the bedsheets as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head. The tip of his cock was kissing that oh so sweet spot inside of you, and you got what you wanted: you were seeing stars.

You clamped your eyes shut as the sound of skin slapping on skin and lewd moans from the both of you filled the cozy hotel room. Joel brought his middle finger to your mouth, and he didn’t even have to ask you to suck on it. You just did.

With Joel, it was this invisible push and pull that drove you crazy. It truly bewildered you how well your body listened to him without him having to say a single goddamn word.

He popped his finger out of your mouth before moving it down to your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles around it. Your body felt like it was on fire as your orgasm built up inside of you. The pit in the depth of your core was licking flames up your spine, ready to burst at the seams at any given time.

“Joel, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, and he groaned in response.

“Cum with me, baby.” His voice sounded pleading, and you nodded quickly. You felt yourself come undone in the blink of an eye, Joel following suit.

You brought down Joel’s face to smash your lips with his, swallowing each other’s moans as you both rode out your earth-shattering orgasms.

Joel pulled apart from you and dropped his head onto your shoulder as he pumped into you twice more before pulling out. Joel immediately brought you into his side, stroking your bare back with his hand. Goosebumps raised onto your skin, and Joel smiled.

You both laid there for a couple of minutes trying to catch your breaths, enjoying the peaceful aftermath of it all. You turned your head to press a kiss to his chest, heart beating slightly faster at your subtle movement.

“I think this is the best exposition I’ve ever been to.” You teased, tracing patterns on Joel’s chest. It rumbled when he laughed, grabbing your hand to press his lips to the back of it.

“Gotta say, it’s definitely mine too.” He agreed, and you softly giggled as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

You had so much to tell Adrienne when you got back home from California, and you knew she’d lose her mind–just like you’re losing yours as you slowly realized you’re falling for the man that lay beside you.

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[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 22/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only!, SMUTTTT, Language, age gap, fluff

Word Count: 7322

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You bit your lip, glancing down at Jensen, who was still seated in his chair, absentmindedly rolling his fingertips around as if lost in thought. His brow furrowed slightly, and you could see the traces of tension that lingered in his features despite the banter with Misha and Jared. There was something about the way he sat there, quiet and contemplative, that tugged at your heart.

You ached to be alone with him, to feel his arms around you and to kiss him in the way you could only do behind closed doors. It wasn’t something you could do in public—not with his friends so close by and the attention that always came with being around them. You understood that there were boundaries when it came to his world, boundaries you respected, but that didn’t make the longing any less.

You knew, though, that there were still many weeks ahead of you—weeks where you and Jensen could simply be together, away from the eyes of the public, away from the teasing remarks and the protective glances. There would be quiet mornings, late-night talks, and moments when it was just the two of you. That knowledge grounded you, helped you push aside the urge to retreat somewhere private with him right now.

Jensen must have felt you looking at him because his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours. The softness there—so different from the playful teasing just a few moments ago—said everything. He gave you a small, knowing smile, his hand reaching up to gently squeeze your fingers where they rested on his shoulder. His touch was reassuring, and you knew he felt it too—the desire to be alone, but also the patience that came with the understanding of your current situation.

You smiled back at him, trying to convey through that look how much you understood. He squeezed your hand one more time before slowly standing, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist once more.

"Alright", Jensen said, his voice steady but warm, pulling himself back into the moment. "Let's go get those drinks".

Jared grinned, clapping Jensen on the back. “That’s the spirit!”.

Misha smirked, leaning toward you both. “And maybe we can find a place with a dimly lit corner where Jensen won’t feel so uptight about showing some PDA”, he teased.

Jensen rolled his eyes good-naturedly but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. “Don’t push your luck, Misha”.

The four of you headed out of the room, the tension from earlier almost forgotten as the night awaited. And while you couldn’t indulge in everything you wanted to right now, you knew that those moments with Jensen—when it was just the two of you—would come soon enough. For now, you were content with the warmth of his arm around you and the promise of what lay ahead.

A few hours and a few drinks later, the four of you found yourselves tucked away in the back corner of a dimly lit bar. The atmosphere was warm, loud enough to provide privacy but not so noisy that you couldn’t hear each other. The low lighting gave the booth a cozy, intimate feeling, even amid the bar’s hum of activity. Drinks in hand, you all relaxed into the easy rhythm of conversation, the earlier tensions long forgotten.

Misha, ever the instigator, swirled his drink and leaned back against the booth, his eyes still wide with disbelief. “I just can’t believe no one knew about this whole… arrangement”, he said, looking pointedly at Jensen, shaking his head. “You and Danneel have been doing this for how long? And not one person in our circle knew?”.

Jensen sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual sign of discomfort when the topic veered into tricky territory. “Yeah, well, we kept it under wraps”, he said simply, his voice steady but cautious. “It wasn’t anyone’s business, you know?”.

Jared raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Wait, so all this time, while the rest of the world thought you two were the picture-perfect couple, you were…?”.

Jensen shrugged, taking a sip of his drink before continuing. “Like I said, we had an understanding. It wasn’t… what people thought it was. It worked for us. For a while”.

Misha shook his head again, clearly still processing. “So, you could just… do whatever you wanted as long as it was behind closed doors?”, he asked incredulously, his voice lowering slightly as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

Jensen chuckled lightly, more out of discomfort than humor. “Pretty much”, he admitted.

Misha leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “So… does Danneel know about her?”, he asked, nodding toward you with an inquisitive raise of his eyebrow.

Jensen paused, his fingers toying with the edge of his glass as he considered how to answer. He hesitated for a moment longer before mumbling, “Partly”.

You furrowed your brow at that, shifting slightly in your seat as you looked at him. You weren’t aware there had been any partial knowledge, or what that even meant in this situation. Jensen glanced at you, reading the curiosity and mild confusion in your expression.

“She knows there’s someone”, Jensen began, his voice a bit quieter now, a touch of strain beneath the casual tone. “It’s not just the same kind of… casual arrangement we’ve both had before. This is different, and she knows that much. She knows it’s not just me fooling around”.

Misha’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth opening in a knowing “ah”. He took a long sip of his drink before saying, “And that’s what’s bothering her, huh?”.

Jensen nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the table as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Yeah, it bothers her. She always knew we were both seeing other people—it’s part of the deal—but the idea that I might actually be serious about someone… well, that’s something different for her”.

You felt a pang of realization hit you. While you knew that Jensen and Danneel’s relationship had been unconventional for a while now, you hadn’t really thought about how it might impact her to know that what he had with you was serious. It added a new layer to everything, one that was more complicated than you had anticipated.

Jared, sensing the shift in the conversation, leaned forward, his tone more thoughtful now. “So… she’s okay with the arrangement as long as it’s just casual, but now that she knows it’s not, things are getting messy?”.

Jensen nodded, letting out a small sigh. “Yeah. That pretty much sums it up”.

Misha shook his head, leaning back in his seat. “Man, that’s gotta be tough. I mean, for both of you. Knowing it’s more than just a fling changes the whole dynamic”.

Jensen’s eyes flickered over to you again, his gaze softening as he reached for your hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jensen took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around your hand as if drawing strength from the connection. He hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing his next words before finally speaking, his voice low and filled with a weight that hadn’t been there earlier in the conversation.

“Yesterday, before I flew out here”, Jensen began, his eyes fixed on the table, avoiding everyone’s gaze for a moment. “I told Danneel that I wanted to end things… for good. Divorce”. He let out a small, bitter chuckle, shaking his head as he continued. “And… well, she didn’t take it well”.

There was a heavy silence at the table, everyone processing the gravity of what Jensen had just admitted. You could feel his tension radiating through his grip on your hand, and you shifted slightly closer to him, offering him as much comfort as you could.

Misha, always direct and curious despite the sensitivity of the subject, leaned even more forward, his voice gentler than usual. “What did she say?”, he asked, concern and a bit of hesitancy in his tone. It was clear that even Misha, usually the joker, understood the seriousness of the situation.

Jensen sighed deeply and shook his head slightly before speaking, his voice low and tinged with frustration. “She said a lot of things”, he began. “Mostly about how I was ruining everything—her life, our family, the image we’ve built together. She said I was making the biggest mistake of my life and that I’d regret it”.

He paused for a moment, swallowing hard, clearly still processing the confrontation himself. “She was angry, of course. She felt blindsided, even though we’ve been living separate lives for a while now. But the thing that really stuck with me… she didn’t talk about us or about love or anything like that. It was all about what she stood to lose”.

Jensen let out a bitter laugh. “I think that’s when it hit me—when I realized that this wasn’t about our relationship anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time. It’s about the lifestyle, the reputation…”.

Jensen exhaled deeply, as if trying to physically push away the weight of the conversation. His grip on your hand softened slightly, and he forced a small smile, his expression shifting from the earlier tension. He looked at you, then back at Misha and Jared, and gave a dismissive shrug.

"But, you know…", he mumbled, his voice lighter now, trying to brush it off. "I’ve made up my mind. I’m filing for divorce. It’s just a matter of time now. She can say what she wants, but I’m done living that way".

He ran his fingers through his hair, and for the first time in the conversation, there was a small glint of determination in his eyes, mixed with something else—maybe relief. "So now… I’m here. I’m here to have a good time, especially with you", he said, turning his full attention to you, a real smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You smiled back at him, grateful for the shift in energy. You could see the relief in his eyes as he allowed himself to focus on the present moment, on being with you and his friends, rather than the complications waiting for him back home.

Misha caught the change in tone immediately and leaned back with a grin. “That’s what I like to hear”, he said, raising his glass once again. “To a good time, then. No more heavy stuff tonight”.

Jared followed suit, raising his own glass. “Yeah, man. We’re here, you’re here, and it’s time to relax. Let’s make the most of it”.

Jensen chuckled, the sound lighter and more genuine than it had been all night. He clinked his glass against Misha’s and Jared’s before turning to you, holding your gaze for a beat longer. “Here’s to that”, he said quietly, his voice warm.

The four of you raised your glasses, the earlier weight of the conversation dissolving into the background as the mood lightened. Jensen, now more relaxed, leaned back in his.

Eventually, after a night filled with laughter and drinks, you and Jensen found yourselves back in the bathroom of your hotel room. The atmosphere was calm now, the lingering tension from the evening finally melting away. You stood in front of the mirror, gently wiping away your makeup, wearing nothing but a soft silk robe that hugged your body.

Jensen stepped into the bathroom quietly, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed above his chest. His eyes watched you with a quiet intensity, taking in the sight of you as you focused on your routine. The soft lighting of the bathroom made the scene feel intimate, the quiet hum of the night contrasting with the lively energy you’d both left behind downstairs.

You caught his reflection in the mirror, his gaze soft but filled with that undeniable spark of admiration and something deeper—something more vulnerable than what he usually let others see. You smiled softly, finishing the last of your makeup removal and placing the wipe on the counter.

“You’re staring”, you teased gently, turning to face him, your fingers lightly adjusting the silk robe tied around your waist.

Jensen chuckled softly, his arms still crossed as he shifted his weight against the doorframe. “Can you blame me?”, he asked, his voice low and warm, filled with a mix of affection and something else you couldn’t quite place.

You stepped toward him, the smooth fabric of your robe brushing against your skin with every movement. When you reached him, you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your palm.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”, you asked softly, looking up at him with curiosity. You could tell there was more behind his gaze tonight, something deeper lurking beneath the surface.

Jensen uncrossed his arms, one hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face as he let out a small sigh. “Just… thinking”, he said quietly, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “About tonight. About everything”.

Jensen’s hand moved gently across your back, his touch sending a warm shiver through you despite the soft tension in the air. His fingers grazed your spine lightly as if grounding himself in the moment with you. You noticed he was still dressed in his clothes from earlier in the day—jeans and a simple t-shirt that had somehow made him look effortlessly put together, even after everything the night had brought.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him through your lashes, your voice quiet and teasing. “I don’t know if I like this deep-in-thoughts Jensen”, you mumbled, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you tried to break through some of the lingering heaviness.

Jensen let out a small chuckle, his lips curving into a gentle smile as his thumb continued to trace the line of your jaw. “Yeah?”, he murmured, his voice soft. “Well, this version of me seems to show up more than I’d like lately”.

You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your fingertips, and you could tell he was still working through everything that had happened tonight—everything he’d been carrying for a while now. But even in the midst of all of that, there was a quiet intensity in the way he was looking at you, as if you were the calm in his storm.

“I think I like the relaxed Jensen better”, you teased, your fingers tracing light patterns over his chest. “The one who smiles more… laughs more”.

Jensen’s smile grew a bit wider, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll work on that”, he whispered against your skin.

His hand slipped under the loose fabric of your robe, resting on your lower back now, and he pulled you closer. You could feel the heat of his body radiating through his clothes, grounding you as you stood there in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“You know, you help with that”, he admitted, his voice still low but with a warmth that made your heart flutter. “It’s easier to let go of all the other stuff when I’m with you”.

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling at his words. “Good”, you whispered, resting your head against his chest for a moment. “Because I like seeing that side of you”.

Jensen’s arms tightened around you slightly, holding you close as the weight of everything seemed to melt away in the silence. It was just the two of you now, wrapped up in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

After a few moments, he leaned back just enough to look down at you, his gaze soft but more relaxed now. “Why don’t we change that deep-in-thoughts Jensen into something more fun?”, he suggested, his voice playful now.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking up at him. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”.

Jensen’s grin turned mischievous, and with a swift but gentle movement, he scooped you up into his arms, making you let out a surprised laugh.

Jensen’s grin widened as he carried you effortlessly out of the bathroom and towards the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, still giggling from the sudden movement, feeling a surge of warmth spread through your chest. There was something about the way he looked at you now—playful, yet filled with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

As he laid you down gently on the bed, hovering above you, he leaned down and brushed a few soft kisses along your jawline. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver through you.

“You know”, he murmured between kisses, his voice low and teasing, “earlier tonight, you said something about me… neglecting you”. He moved his lips down to your neck, his kisses feather-light and deliberate.

You felt a thrill at his words, biting your lip to suppress the smile threatening to spread across your face. “Mmm, did I now?”, you teased back, your fingers sliding into his hair, pulling him closer.

Jensen pulled back just slightly to meet your eyes, his gaze darkening with playful intensity. “Yeah, you did. You said I didn’t take my time with you. That I was too rough, too fast”, he continued, his fingers gently tracing the edge of your robe, teasing the fabric.

You could feel your heart racing at his words, your breath hitching slightly as he looked down at you with that mix of desire and affection. “Well, you were”, you teased, your voice light but carrying a challenge. “You didn’t exactly take your time earlier…”.

Jensen chuckled softly, shaking his head as he trailed his fingers down your side, leaving a heated path in their wake. “I suppose I owe you an apology then”, he murmured, leaning in closer again. “But maybe I can make it up to you… if you let me”.

You shivered under his touch, your lips parting slightly as you felt the weight of his words. He was close now, his face inches from yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

“I’m listening”, you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, anticipation buzzing between you.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with a mix of desire and mischief as he hovered just above you. His hand slid slowly from your side to your waist, fingers grazing your skin lightly, sending shivers through you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice a low, sensual murmur.

“You know”, he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “I could take my time with you. Make sure every touch, every kiss, is exactly what you need. I want to feel you tremble beneath me, see you lose control”.

His lips traced a line down your neck, his breath warm and teasing. “I want to make you forget everything but how good it feels when I’m inside you”, he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I want to draw out every moan until you’re begging for more”.

You felt your breath quicken, your body responding to his words with a mix of eagerness and anticipation. His hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your lips before leaning in to capture them in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that started slow and deep, building in intensity, just as he promised.

“You like the sound of that?”, he asked, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I want to make sure you get exactly what you need tonight. Tell me what you want”.

You pulled Jensen closer by his neck, your fingers curling around his strong, warm skin. Your lips found his with a sense of urgency, the kiss deep and hungry as if you were both trying to make up for lost time. Jensen responded instantly, his hands moving to frame your face, his fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you back with equal fervor.

The world outside seemed to disappear as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment. The kisses were both tender and demanding, a blend of passion and affection that had your heart racing and your body yearning for more.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured again, his voice low and rough, brushing his lips against yours lightly as he spoke.

“I want you”, you breathed, your hands sliding down to grip his shirt, pulling him closer again. “I want you to show me exactly how you’re going to make it up to me”.

Jensen’s smile widened, a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation lighting up his face. He leaned in, capturing your lips once more, his kisses becoming more insistent and heated. His hands roamed over your body with a renewed sense of purpose.

Jensen’s kisses trailed down your neck again, each touch light and reverent. His fingers delicately traced the edges of your silk robe, gently parting the fabric as he explored the skin beneath. His breath was warm against your collarbone, causing a shiver to run through your body with the gentle contact.

As the robe fell open, Jensen took a moment to look down, his gaze sweeping over your body. Each time he saw you like this, it was as if he was seeing you anew, and his reaction was always the same—a deep, overwhelming admiration mixed with a hint of disbelief at his own fortune. His face softened as he leaned against your collarbone, his lips pressing a tender kiss there.

You pressed his head gently against your skin, guiding him closer as your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him flush against you. The closeness heightened the electric sensation of his touch, making your heart race faster.

“I need you, Jay”, you whispered, your voice trembling slightly with the depth of your desire. The words were barely audible, but they carried the weight of your need and longing.

Jensen’s breath hitched at your plea, his body responding to the urgency in your voice. He nuzzled against your neck, his hands gripping your hips with a firm, yet tender pressure. “I’m right here”, he murmured. “I’m here”.

His lips traveled from your collarbone to the hollow of your throat, his kisses growing more fervent as he continued to explore you. His hands moved to your back, drawing you closer, as if he were trying to meld himself with you.

“I’m not going anywhere”, he promised, his words mingling with his kisses, his touch both comforting and thrilling. “You have all of me, right here”.

He tilted your head slightly to access your mouth more fully, his kiss deepening, expressing the intense desire he felt for you. Every touch, every kiss was a testament to the connection between you both—a connection that was as passionate as it was profound.

You broke the kiss, your breath coming in soft, uneven bursts as you gazed up at him. With a determined look, you reached for his shirt, your fingers deftly working to undo the buttons. Each movement was filled with a mix of urgency and tenderness, as you sought to remove the barrier between you.

Jensen’s eyes never left yours, his expression a mixture of anticipation and affection. He lifted his arms to assist as you pulled the shirt free from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. The sight of his bare chest made your heart race even more, and you could see the same admiration and desire reflected in his eyes.

He leaned in again, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss, his hands moving to cradle your face. The warmth of his skin against yours intensified the connection between you, making every touch and kiss feel even more significant.

As the kiss deepened, Jensen’s hands roamed over your body, exploring the newfound freedom of skin against skin. His touch was gentle yet assertive, a perfect balance that made every moment feel electric.

You wrapped your legs around his hips tighter, urging him closer, feeling the heat of his body pressed against yours. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, a blend of passion and tenderness that made everything else fade away.

As Jensen’s body pressed against yours, the sensation of his hard erection rubbing against your already heated and wet core sent waves of pleasure through you. His movements were deliberate and teasing, his clothed hardness sliding against your sensitive skin.

“You feel that?”, Jensen murmured, his breath hot against your neck. He shifted his hips slightly, the friction intensifying the delicious pressure. “Can you feel how much I want you?”.

You moaned in response, the sensation making it difficult to form coherent words. Jensen’s lips pressed against your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you as he continued to move against you. “Use your words”, he urged, his voice low and insistent. “Tell me what you’re feeling”.

The pressure of his body, combined with his teasing movements, made it hard to focus. “It feels… so good”, you managed to gasp out, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter as the pleasure built. “I can feel how much you want me”.

Jensen’s smile was almost predatory as he continued to kiss and suck on your neck, his hips pressing firmly against you. “That’s right”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I want you so badly".

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your moans as his movements became more intense. “I need you”, you finally managed to say, your voice trembling with urgency. “I need you inside me”.

Jensen’s groan vibrated against your neck, echoing the growing need within you both. His hands briefly left your body, and you instantly missed his touch. He sat back, eyes locked on yours as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans.

He returned to you in a heartbeat, his movements even more purposeful now.

Jensen hovered above you, his eyes dark. The heat from his body radiated onto you, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and anticipation. He gripped himself firmly, his hand moving slowly over his length, preparing himself with a meticulous, deliberate touch that was as much for your arousal as it was for his readiness.

“You see what you do to me?”, he murmured, his voice low and husky. His eyes never left yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that made your heart flutter. Slowly, he aligned himself with you, the tip of his hardness pressing gently against you, teasing the promise of what was to come.

His other hand moved to trace the contour of your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The tenderness of the gesture juxtaposed with the raw, palpable desire in his movements. He leaned down, his lips barely touching yours, breathing you in, his control almost slipping but not quite.

“Tell me if you want more”, he said, his breath a warm whisper against your lips. The restraint in his voice contrasted sharply with the evident need in his body, visible in the way his muscles tensed, ready to claim the intimacy you both craved.

Jensen waited for your affirmation, the air charged with electricity, your shared breaths the only sound in the quiet room. As you nodded, whispering your consent, he gently pushed forward, enveloping himself in the warmth of your welcome.

The moment Jensen began to move, the sensation was intoxicating, each slow, deliberate thrust designed to heighten the sense of union between you. His eyes stayed locked on yours, watching every flicker of pleasure, every slight shift of emotion that crossed your face.

The rhythm he set was unhurried, allowing each sensory detail to be amplified—the slick sound of skin meeting skin, the soft bedding beneath you, the dim light casting shadows that played across Jensen’s focused expression.

His free hand never stilled; it roamed from your face down to your shoulders, tracing the line of your collarbone with a featherlight touch that caused shivers to ripple through your body. His fingers then danced downwards, circling around the delicate skin of your breasts, thumb brushing lightly over a nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

“Does this feel good?”, Jensen whispered, his voice a mere breath as he adjusted his angle slightly, hitting a depth that made you moan in response. He took your moan as an affirmation, continuing his exploration, his movements growing incrementally more firm, more assured.

Jensen’s pace gradually built, each thrust becoming more insistent, though never losing the smooth, controlled grace that he had maintained from the beginning. The tension in your body began to coil tightly, pleasure pooling and spiraling with each pass of his body against yours.

Your hands reached up to his shoulders, nails digging slightly into his skin as a wave of intensity washed over you. He responded to the slight pain with a deep groan, his own control beginning to fray at the edges as he felt your body responding so viscerally to his.

“Look at me”, he commanded gently, and you fixed your eyes on his.

As the intensity of your movements grew, Jensen's breath became heavier, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He leaned closer, his lips just a whisper away from yours, his gaze never leaving your eyes. "Tell me you feel me", he murmured, each word punctuated by a deep, purposeful stroke that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"I feel you", you gasped. "Every inch".

Jensen's smile was both triumphant and hungry. "Good", he replied, his voice thick with arousal. "Because every part of me is yours tonight". His hand slid from your breast down to where your bodies joined, his fingers expertly teasing, heightening the sensation that pulsed through you both.

"You're close, aren't you?", he coaxed, his movements becoming even more targeted, designed to push you over the edge. "Let go for me".

Your response was a moan, high and needy, and it seemed to drive him even more. Jensen’s thrusts quickened, his fingers moved with precision, and his eyes burned into yours, intent on witnessing every moment of your surrender.

"Come for me", Jensen commanded, his voice a seductive growl that vibrated through your core. "Show me how much you need me".

The room spun as you clung to his words, your climax building rapidly. With a few more calculated movements, you felt the dam break, waves of intense pleasure rolling over you in a relentless tide, leaving you breathless and quivering. Jensen followed close behind, his own release overtaking him as he buried his face against your neck, his body tensing, then shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

As you both caught your breath, Jensen’s kisses became softer, more tender, tracing a line along your jaw as he whispered, "Perfect, just like always". His words wrapped around you, just as his arms did, holding you in a gentle.

As Jensen's lips found your neck again, softly sucking at the tender skin, you felt every residual pulse from him—a quiet aftershock of the intensity you'd both shared. Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging gently, encouraging his gentle exploration.

He chuckled softly, the vibration against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. His body still joined with yours, he felt every subtle clench of your body around him, even as he softened.

"You're making it hard to stop", Jensen murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "Literally", he added with a mischievous grin, feeling a reactive twitch that contradicted his earlier softening.

Your laughter mingled with his, the sound light and full of warmth. "Maybe I don't want you to stop", you whispered back, playful yet sincere, drawing him in for another deep, lingering kiss.

His hips shifting slightly in a slow, teasing motion that suggested the evening was far from over. "Then we won't", Jensen said, his words a promise as his gaze locked onto yours with renewed desire and a hint of challenge. "We'll keep going as long as you can take it".

With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you arched an eyebrow. “Can you get hard for me again?”, you teased, a smirk playing at your lips, challenging him with a tone laced with both amusement and desire.

Jensen’s eyes darkened as his pride kicked in. He gave a low, confident laugh. “You really want to test me?”, he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and arousal. He shifted again, aligning his body more closely with yours, his expression turning determined.

With a slight thrust, he repositioned himself, his hands roaming to caress the curves of your body, rekindling the fire that had barely simmered down. “Watch me”, he whispered huskily, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of his intent.

His kisses trailed down your neck, each touch lingering longer, more provocatively, as if he were painting an invisible trail with his lips. His hands were equally persuasive, stroking and teasing, building the anticipation between you.

You felt him responding to your provocations, the physical proof of his arousal growing once again. His breath caught slightly as he felt the change, a grin spreading across his face. “Looks like I’m up for the challenge”, Jensen murmured against your skin, a hint of victory in his voice.

He pressed his hips deliberately against yours, his hardness unmistakable as he made his point clear. The firm contact made you moan softly, the sound a mixture of surprise and pleasure that fueled his confidence further.

“I think that proves it”, he teased, his voice low and husky, thrilled by your reaction. He maintained the pressure, moving his hips in a slow, grinding motion that had you gasping, each movement precise and calculated to remind you of his physical capabilities.

“Does that feel good?”, Jensen asked, a rhetorical question wrapped in a growl, as he adjusted his angle to press even more insistently against you.

Your hands clung to his back, nails pressing into his skin as a way to anchor yourself against the wave of sensations he was expertly drawing out of you. “Jensen”, you managed to utter, your voice breathy and laden with desire, urging him on without needing to say much more.

Jensen’s grin grew even more knowing as he heard the breathy urgency in your voice. With deliberate intent, he reached for the headboard of the bed, gripping it tightly as his muscles tensed.

He slowly withdrew from you, each inch of separation heightening the anticipation between you. The moment he pulled back, you felt a pang of longing, an almost unbearable need for his full presence. Jensen seemed to savor the sensation of you clenching around him, your body craving the return of his depth.

Without warning, he thrust back into you, but this time it was with a single, slow, and incredibly deep movement. The depth of his penetration was thorough, stretching you to the limit and causing a gasp to escape your lips as you felt every inch of him inside you. His eyes were fixed on yours, watching the transformation of your pleasure with an intense focus.

The sensation was overwhelming, a potent mix of fullness and the slow burn of pleasure that seemed to stretch every second into an eternity. Jensen’s grip on the headboard was tight, his breathing heavy.

“Feel that?”, he murmured, his voice a low growl, both intimate and commanding.

Jensen’s slow, deep thrusts continued, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through your entire being. The depth of his penetration and the deliberate pace had you gasping and moaning breathlessly, the sensations so intense that you could barely contain them.

With every thrust, you felt him stretch you, each push hitting the very core of your pleasure. The combination of his steady rhythm and the overwhelming fullness made you clench around him, the intensity of the moment causing you to curse softly in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

“Fuck, Jensen”, you breathed out, your voice strained and desperate. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles whitening as you anchored yourself against the relentless waves of sensation he was drawing from you.

He kept his eyes locked on you, taking in every reaction, every shiver of your body as he continued his deliberate pace. “I want to hear you”, he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let me know how good it feels”.

His command only intensified your moans, each sound a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he was providing. You could feel yourself getting closer to a breaking point, the pressure building with each slow, deep stroke.

Jensen seemed to sense your rising climax, his movements becoming even more controlled and calculated, ensuring that every thrust was exactly what you needed to reach the peak of your desire.

"Let me hear you", Jensen demanded, his tone insistent. "Louder".

His words were a direct challenge, stoking the fire of your arousal. With each deeper, faster thrust, you couldn't help but respond. Your moans grew louder, filling the room, a mix of pleasure and the sheer intensity of the sensations cascading through you.

Jensen's hands moved from the headboard to your hips, gripping them tightly as he adjusted the angle, aiming to deepen his thrusts even further. The new position hit just the right spot, sending sparks of pleasure zipping through your nerves. Your back arched off the bed in response, pushing against him, seeking more.

"That's it", he growled approvingly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at your vocal response.

The room echoed with the sound of your combined moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Jensen's control was impeccable, managing to balance on the edge of his own release while focusing entirely on your experience. His every move, every sound, and every touch was designed to bring you both to a powerful climax together.

“Come on”, Jensen urged, his voice low and gritty with desire. “I want to hear you scream for me”.

You could barely manage a coherent response, your voice a breathy, desperate mix of moans and gasps. “Jensen, I’m… so close”, you managed to plead, your body arching in response to each powerful thrust.

“Good”, he growled, his voice rough as he pushed deeper. “Let go for me. Show me how much you need me”.

The pressure in your core built rapidly, each of his movements pushing you closer to the brink. The relentless pace and the intensity of his touch were overwhelming, your climax imminent.

“Tell me how bad you want it”, Jensen demanded, his voice a harsh whisper against your ear.

“I want it so fucking bad”, you cried out, your voice cracking with the force of your release.

With a final, powerful thrust, both of you reached the peak simultaneously. Jensen’s groan was deep and primal, a sound of raw satisfaction as he felt your body convulse around him. Your own climax hit with explosive force, your cries of pleasure mingling with his as you both succumbed to the overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

After the climaxes subsided, Jensen’s breathing gradually slowed, though the intensity of the moment still lingered in the room. He pulled you closer, his touch now gentle and affectionate as he began to catch his breath. His gaze was both amused and satisfied as he looked at you, a playful smirk forming on his lips.

“Funny”, Jensen murmured after a while, his voice low and teasing, “you were complaining about me being too rough earlier”. His fingers lightly traced along your damp skin, a contrast to the roughness you’d experienced moments before.

You looked at him, still catching your breath, your face flushed but smiling. “You were”, you replied, though there was no real annoyance in your tone, just the lingering thrill of pleasure.

Jensen’s smirk widened further. “Yet here you are, coming the hardest when I fuck you exactly like that”, he teased, his voice a warm rumble that seemed to vibrate directly into your heart.

The comment made your cheeks heat up even more, a deep blush spreading across your face. In a playful attempt to hide your embarrassment, you covered your face with both hands.

Jensen’s eyes softened with a mix of adoration and amusement as he watched your cheeks flush deeply. He gently took your hands away from your face, his touch tender despite the teasing nature of his words.

“That’s exactly what I adore about you”, he murmured. “You can be so innocent and still such a dirty little mess at the same time”.

Jensen noticed the subtle changes in your body as you responded to his words—your breath catching, your body tensing slightly. The faint but unmistakable clench around him drew a deeper grin, his eyes darkening with renewed desire.

“Like that, huh?”, he teased, his voice a silky whisper that made the air between you crackle. He shifted slightly, adjusting his position to maintain the delicious pressure that elicited such an honest reaction from you. “You can’t hide how much you love this, can you?”. Jensen’s tone was both cocky and warm, a combination that made his teasing all the more intoxicating.

You could only nod, your breathing heavy, as every word he spoke seemed to resonate through you, deepening your arousal. Jensen’s hands moved from your face, tracing down your neck, over your shoulders, and along the sensitive skin of your sides, his touch light but deliberate, designed to tease and provoke.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath mingling with your own.

"You're something else", Jensen murmured, his lips brushing against yours with each word, barely touching yet sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a blend of wonder and desire, thick with emotion that resonated deeply within you.

His gaze held yours, intense and unyielding, as he paused to study your reaction, seeming to relish the slight quiver of your lips and the quick rise and fall of your chest. His fingers continued their exploration, now sliding down to trace the curve of your waist, coming to rest at the small of your back, pulling you closer into him, erasing any space that remained.

The closeness intensified the connection, the heat between you nearly tangible. Jensen's control was palpable, yet so was the affection and genuine admiration he held for you, making his allure almost magnetic.

"I mean it", he continued. "You captivate me like no other".

The sincerity in his voice, combined with the deliberate movements of his body, stirred a profound response within you. You felt enveloped not just by his physical presence but by the intensity of his emotions. His words, laden with affection and admiration, seemed to echo through you, heightening the intimacy of the moment.

Jensen finally closed the scant distance between your lips, sealing the words with a kiss that was both a promise and a claim—a slow, deep melding of mouths that spoke of shared desire and the unspoken acknowledgment of the bond between you.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 23

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