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tinydefector · 5 months ago

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Okay. You've got me invested on the newest installation of Human Effects.

Now I can't stop imagine both Humans and Mechs alike having some sort of Google Form where they click on the Human/Mech they want to fuck and see which is the most desired amongst their respective species.

Now that I think about it, I think there'll be a lot of fighting. And chaos.

But then again, we live for the drama.

Human Effects Lost Records

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: talk of sex, human/alien, pornhunting

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Did I take this as an opportunity to merge Human effects and laboratory logs together into a series yes I did. I'll be working on the human Effects timeline where human Effects 2 is spin-off pieces from the mainline.

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The Holo, cyber and inter webs had a strange beauty to them. It has given many the ability to communicate with different planets, species, to share culture, laughter, debates, videos And all sorts thanks to the many different satellites floating out in space. Everyone also enjoyed it for the use of downtime the most. Some had taken to enjoying Earth's entertainment platforms such as YouTube, Netflix and many other sights, others fell into more depraved sights such as Reddit, Twitter,Tumblr, Pornhub, interlink, Processed and other sights.

Commlink: post Humans Aboard BLO freight.

BigBotNoStop: Alright mechs, I come bearing an inquiry. As you may have heard from some of my last posts, the newest additions to our crew are a thriving colony of soft, squishy humans. Word in the taproom is some have taken quite an interest in... extending cultural exchanges, if you catch my drift. Not really my field of experience and was hoping some of Xeno's here might have some input.

Posted to Sublink: Human and cybertronian relationships?

But I'm curious, are interspecies acts even possible without harm? Their frames seem so fragile. One wrong motion and SPLAT! No more humans. quite a few members of our crew have shown interest in flirting... Thoughts? Suggestions for how to proceed with care- help a mech out!

Blazemech: Yo! You got fleshies on your ship! Fragging jealousy!. Your ship is looking for any dock workers?

TailOrTrails: Oh Primus, are we really having this discussion?? Look, I get the appeal of those soft little flesh bags. Really, I do - different wiring can be so freakin' hot. But there's no way a romp with one of those puny things ends well for them! Even accidentally bumping into a table puts them in the medbay. Think of the mess, One wrong thrust and you've got squish all over your plating.

ISOCLEAN: Just download some holofacing and use your imagination if you're that jonesing for an organic interface. Trust me, it's not worth the risk - or hassle of cleaning up after. sure you can find something from the Human sites on Mechanophilia, slutty Show and shine or Car Washes. Stay shiny and keep those servos to yourself, mechs! Some curiosities are better left to fantasies.

Flyboi69: Don't leave a mech hanging, I want deets!, has anybot here actually gotten friendly with a fleshie before? I'm talking about hands-on experience. We've all gotten curious watching, but has the real thing lived up to the fantasy?

Pimptheride: Any tips for coaxing one into the berth, or does their tiny size mean you've got to take it slow and gentle? And most importantly... any videos out there of the deed? A mech's gotta do some, ah, research before taking the plunge. Hook a brother up if you've found any good amateur organic-on-mech action out there in the 'net. Gotta see it to believe it.

ScienceSorcerer: For reasons. Does anyone know if humans have both Spikes and Valves? Or if they have any human anatomy holos or books and such from Earth they are willing to sell for some decent Shanix.

T-Wrexz: Primus, you mechs are hungrier than fragging scraplets. As far as I know, relations between our kinds are still uncharted territory. Could be amazing, could end badly - who's to say until we try? Personally I'm keeping an optic out, just curious to see what new experiences those squishy aliens can offer us tough metal mechs.

Bar-rizzla: Oho, look who's swapping tall tales. I've been keeping a close optic on our ships squishy company since they came aboard. And between you and me... I may have an in with their ambassador that could lead to some juicy first-hand intel. Just trying to track down the bot we think they are berthing with. Crews got bets out. Turns out they get just as curious about us big metal hunks as we are them!. The other night, their chat got particularly saucy after a few drinks. Lots of gossip and speculation about which lucky bot one of them might take for a private ride.

WPHAS-Violation: I may have a certain special "human entertainment" vid I could share. Let's just say the organic in question got quite... friendly with an eager mini-con. You know where to find me if you're brave enough to watch!

Tapemix54: Oho, mechs - think you've got it bad now? You should've seen some of the real deviants back before the war. When I was still stationed on Petrex, I knew this one smuggler - went by the name Rattler. Sneaky little scraplet, but Primus if he didn't have the wildest stories. Rattler used to run goods across time and space, dodging security at every turn. He'd pop up out of nowhere selling the rarest exotic "pets" to rich senators and other high caste mechs looking for a thrill. I'm talking aliens so bizarre even our data banks had never heard of their kind. But the highest bidder always walked away with a new "plaything" to break in, if you catch my drift. Word was Rattler even had a collection of sentient organics that he'd let special clients "test drive" between runs. Humans were apparently a favourite - their smaller frames could take all sorts of creative handling. Rattler had vids, too, of course, to entice buyers. I saw one once, let's just say "versatile" doesn't begin to cover it. Naturally the vids have all been scrubbed by now. But I bet if you knew where to dig in the deep web or some easily swayable Archivist, you might find traces of Rattler's stash still floating around out there.

T-Wrexz: Whoa, whoa, slow your intake there tapemix! As much as I love a good far-fetched tale, I gotta call scrap on this one. Humans weren't even around back then, much less roaming the streets of Rodion as black market pets, I'm all for imagining exotic interface scenarios, but let's keep the stories at least somewhat rooted in known history, yeah?. Last I checked it was probably fabricated by Caminus cartels to make their actual goods seem tame.

A few other mechs agree with T-Wrexz before a few kliks later a new post is put up.

Post:

"Old Iacon records saved of the Senator and his human Conjunx”

It's a file collection of holotapes and pictures: "Enjoy these are pre war photos of Senator Shockwave and his Human holding their sparkling"

There are many holos and videos of the long gone senator smiling with his human perched on his shoulder, in the crystal garden with a young sparkling held in the human's arms. Videos of the sparkling playing with the two but the last The last holo looks like a family portrait with Shockwave’s frame in a lime green blue white paint with gold accessories, his human lover is dressed in elegant robes and the small blue praxian sparkling held in their arms. Each holo is dated with the Iacon records seal of authentication.

FlyBoi69: NO FREAKIN' WAY. Is this real?! *downloads files faster than Blurr* FRAG ME SIDEWAYS, I think I just popped a gasket! How in the PIT did you manage to dig up the holos of senator Shockwave, most of his speeches, debates and lectures were wiped. Where did you find this!

Jackin0: of all mechs, with an actual human back in the Golden Age?!. I'm calling scrap on this being real. It's gotta be a flawless deepfake. By PRIMUS if true - to think ol' Shockers was living it up with a squishy. Maybe there's more to those Senatorial types than meets the optic...

T-Wrexz: Okay, I'll bite... but someone better explain to me RIGHT NOW how any of this computes! Last I checked, time travel and inter-species relationships were the stuff of erotic imagination, not legitimate pre-war archives. Tapemix, you better start talking. Where in the PIT did you source these files? How do we know they're authentic and not just an incredibly convincing parlour trick? Because if I'm gonna let these images ruin me, I wanna be ruined by the real deal! Spill it, mech.

Iacon-Records: Tapemix54 could i please request where you discovered these as i work with Iacon records and this here is history that needs to be preserved. I'm willing to talk with you through a contractor if you would be willing for us to add these back into the new hall of records. Cybertron has lost so much and to find something like this I ask that we find a way to preserve it.

BigBotNoStop: Pit take me now... I think I may have to reassess everything I thought I knew about interface and partnerships. That human is holding a sparkling curled around them - frag if it isn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! If anything could make me believe in miracles, it's this! Tapemix, you glorious glitch - how can I ever repay such an enlightening gift?

Tapemix54: These were filed only cycles after Shockwaves Emputra; they were added to the Iacon records by some Archivist under the title. 'I will Remember you for who you were'. This was right when the senate fell apart on the brink of the war. From my knowledge of information on Rattler he apparently had an outlier who he got to take them to different times since he was a shuttle made it easier to transport. That's from the records that still exist at least. I'll take you up on that offer Iacon-records.

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romor · 10 months ago

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I'm starting to think people don't understand that adaptations have to be different. Did netflix have the same amount of time as Book 1 to work with? Technically yes, but 20 episodes is for sure more than 8 so they didn't.

If you are constantly comparing it to the original and upset about the changes. Then for sure the netflix adaptation is not for you.

I've seen some bad adaptations over the years, for example my favorite book is Inkheart. Even the 2010 Avatar movie is a better adaptation than Inkheart's.

Conclusion it's a pretty good series, if you like the original, if you can watch it without constantly comparing it to the original you will enjoy it more.

Editing to add to this since so many have said something.

Inkheart is not a horrible movie, but it is a bad adaptation. Fantastic cast, with no loyalty to the source material.

There is a difference between adapting a story, and remaking it. This is literally being referred to as the netflix adaptation, so clearly it's not a remake. Because it is an adaptation, changes are expected. It would be stupid to expect a copy and paste story.

The changes make sense, because if you want book 2, and only have 8 episodes to work, you have to make a lot happen. The original show has clear start and end points for the events that occur (aka you know that start of the episode and the end). That's fine, when you have 20 episodes to work with, each 20 minutes. That doesn't work with 8 episodes each 1 hour (or about an hour). It doesn't translate to smooth storytelling. A lot of important things occur in book 1, but let's not forget that book 1 is also more episodic vs the rest of the series. In fact don't we often say "it gets better," about the book 1? What I am saying, a lot has to happen in the first season to set up not just season 2, but season 3. They did really good making sure those events happened.

I don't mind the mixing of plot because they didn't have much of a choice if they wanted a cohesive plot. I would also like to add I'm so glad the removed the northern air temple episode's setting. Never felt right with me.

I'm not saying don't compare them because it's impossible not to. I'm saying that if you are constantly going to be thinking of everything they changed, if you think the original series is so perfect. So unflawed, that how dare they even try. If you are going to be watching it already offended that they decided to even touch it. This adaptation is not for you.

If you were like me and wished that fire did in fact burn everytime it touched someone. If you are like me and thought the original series was too light-hearted for its plot. Then you will enjoy it. It's a fun adaptation, that keeps as loyal to its source material as it can be.

Yes I have my issues with it, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a fun watch.

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from-beyond-the-woods · 1 year ago

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Alright I'll bite. I live in Israel, yes. I served in the army, yeah. Does Israel mistreat Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank? Absolutely. My friends who are still enlisted tell me about the shit show that goes in there every day. I get it, there are a million reasons to hate the government and the IDF and whoever else you point fingers to. No side is innocent.

But assholes on motorcycles and in pickup trucks broke through the fence, entered civilian towns and military outposts alike, and just started MASACARING EVERYONE. THIS SHIT IS UNPRECEDENTED. And some MIGHT tiptoe around the point, and say that taking over outposts is fair because it's an occupation force and colonialism and what have you, but for fucks sake

They entered civilian homes. They shot everyone who moved. In locked houses, they set the home on fire and shot the families as they fled. I heard the phone calls - people screaming and begging for their lives as terrorists are walking around their home, stealing possessions, massacring everyone.

They didn't just murder colonialists, militants, occupying forces. They murdered kids who should've gone to school today. Parents working local agriculture, teachers, normal guys with an office job. They murdered dozens of elderly people who couldn't run away.

Not only murdered. Kidnapped. Living and dead, put on pickup trucks and herded back to Gaza. Stripped naked, desecrated and paraded around Gaza. I dare you to tell me the party goers, who were at a rave near one of the Kibbutzim near the fence, deserved to be shot at as they ran to safety. Hundreds of people missing. My Instagram stories filled with their faces, and a phone number attached - "help us find our loved ones. Contact lost. If anyone knows anything-" and at this point I skip them because there's nothing I can do.

My friends are enlisted down there. We're just a bunch of 20 year olds. My best friend is defending one of the villages who were infiltrated, she's trading shots with gunmen who already murdered half the place, she's messaging me once in a while to let me know she's alive. She should've been home for the weekend, we were supposed to watch Chicago now that it's on Netflix. Now neither of us sleeps, she's putting her life on the line and I'm wide awake terrified of the moment they call me and tell me she's gone.

This is mostly a rant. If you read all of it, thanks. I live up north, no need to worry for my safety for now. I don't have a good ending for this. Just, stay safe, I guess.

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solaris-amethyst · 5 months ago

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🪻Back off! I'm married!🪻

✨Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!reader ✨Prompt: There was this trend going around where couples would test how their partner would react if being hit on by someone. I feel like Wooyoung or Hongjoong would be a lot of fun to see try this! ✨Requested by @beabatiny🫶🏻 ✨Word count: 0.9k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, humor, partners au ☀️Authors Note: Here is the Hongjoong version like I promised, I hope you enjoy it❣️ I tried to explain the Bae Suzy smile that went viral because that's the closest I can come up with that looks similar to what I was envisioning Hongjoong doing😅 The scene with the oranges just came to me and I had to include it🍊

You were in the kitchen, slicing up some oranges to enjoy while watching some random documentary you'd found on Netflix the other day. Humming along to the tune of beauty and the beast as your boyfriend Hongjoong entered the kitchen area.

"Hey babe." He said casually as he draped himself over your back engulfing you in a hug. "What are you doing?"

"I'm slicing up some oranges, I was gonna watch a documentary later. Why? Do you want to do something?" you question him and he nod in response.

"Yeah I saw this thing where couples test how their partner reacts if someone hit on them and I kinda wanna try it. To see how I would react." He confesses causing you to look at him.

"Really? What spurred on this?" You ask curious to know.

"Ahh well I saw a video of it and then Wooyoung told us he did it with his partner and that they had lots of fun, so I wanted to try it too." He says looking a bit shy.

"Well of course we can do it if it's something you'd want to try. Shall we do it now?"

"Let's go to the living room where we'd have more space." He says, taking the plate of orange slices you had cut up with him.

"So I should pretend to be someone else and hit on you?" You asks to make sure you have understood it correctly and he nods eagerly giving you his cute little smile.

"Yes, you just pretend to be someone else and I'll act accordingly." He says as you two get into position and right before you're about to start he quickly tells you to wait putting up his phone telling you he wanted to film it.

Once he gave you the go ahead you walked up to him trying to come up with something to say.

"Hi there beautiful. Can you help me with which drink I should buy here at the pub?" You question and he looks at you before giving you a look where he gave you a smile where his upper lip went up giving you a half awkward smile, his nose scrunching up and his eyes looking straight at you with no indication that he was actually smiling.

He looked absolutely ridiculous causing you to laugh out loud.

"Joongie what are you doing?! You look so uncomfortable." You tell him between laughs.

"I'm trying to make you disinterested in me by doing that. Did it work??" He asks.

"Well I'm sure that someone totally random would leave immediately if you did that to them." You said giving him a pat on the back.

"Go back! Let's do it again. I wanna go again!" He says and you nod, loving that he was so excited to do this with you.

You pick up the plate with orange slices walking up to him.

"Hey want to try some of these orange? I cut them up specifically for you." You tell him trying to be more low-key to see what he'd do.

"Oh thank you." He takes a slice and put it in his mouth without taking off the orange peel under it.

"So, you're pretty cute and I saw you hanging out here alone, could I get your number?" You ask with a wink before he looks at you with wide eyes. The orange in his mouth causing him to look incredibly silly with the peel showing.

"Wha-" You stop yourself just staring at him not sure what to do and he gives you an eye smile before holding up his hand in a little wave and giving you a nod.

You step away finding it a bit weird.

"Babe you look absolutely ridiculous. I'm sorry, I love you but what on earth are you doing?" you say with a snort as he takes out the orange, throwing it in the trash can.

"Best way to get people to back off is to be weird is it not. But I am getting secondhand embarrassment for myself right now." He sighs, ears turning red as he realized he made himself look like a fool just now.

"Well if it makes you feel better I did find you cute in a weird way." You give him a kiss on the cheek before flirting with him again.

"I need your help, I need a big strong man to help me move all of these boxes here and you are the man for this job!" You force yourself into his personal space leaning onto him.

"Ummm sorry I am not big nor strong. Ask someone else." He says awkwardly, trying to push you off him.

"No! I need you no one else! We'd be perfect for each other!"

"Ah! No! I got a partner sorry!!" He manages to get out of your grip. But you won't let go that easily.

"I'm 100% better than your partner, I promise. I'll give you what you want!"

"NO! See!!!" He holds up his hand showing his ringfinger pointing to the promise ring the two of you had gotten each other on your 8th year anniversary. "I'm married!!! Back off please!!!" He points aggressively towards the ring causing you to back off with a Okay I'm sorry.

He then goes up to you giving you a big hug. One which you return happily.

"I think you don't have to worry at all babe. You did great." You tell him as he looks at you with those sparkling eyes of his and that cute little smile.

"Thank you for doing this with me."

"I'd always wanna do things like this with you Joongie, it's fun to relax and play around. But now, maybe we can sit down and cuddle, eat some orange slices and watch a movie or something." You say which he nods to.

"Gladly my love."

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seat-safety-switch · 17 days ago

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"Are you chilling enough, citizen? Being mindful?" the heavily-armoured soldier asks me, before giving me a not-so-playful shove with his truncheon and continuing on his patrol down the promenade. We have been occupied by the positive self esteem movement now for over 170 days, and I am beginning to feel less hopeful about feeling less hopeful the longer it goes on.

At first, it was great. They shot everyone on the news on the first night, having determined that it was the centre of a lot of negativity in our local area. My dad really didn't like "Roger," who was their local sports anchor and kept trying to overstep his bounds by editorializing about his property taxes being too high. When the deed was done, my pop invited me over for a little party to celebrate his removal from the public eye. And, of course, by "party" I mean The Party, of which at least one representative was in attendance to make sure we didn't utter any doubtful thoughts or badfeels in public.

Keep that chin up, they told us. Be the change you want to see in the world! You can do anything! As a natural cynic, I doubted this. I spent a lot of time indoors, working on my little projects, knowing that my bosses would never risk something as karmically damaging as "firing for bad attendance" while everything was still up in the air. Better to just let me live my truth for a few weeks until the rightful government showed up and took the town back.

Being stuck in the house was probably what helped me to survive those first few months. Even the most social, go-getting, glad-handing salesman would eventually slip up and express some disbelief about a schedule, or a murmur of hesitation around a new project to go to the moon on thoughts and hopes. Someone would report them for bringing the mood down. Pow.

So, yes, I am getting a lot done. Or at least I would be, if I wasn't such a loud mechanic. I can't take the risk that a Party member or convenient snitch will be walking by my garage at the very moment I'm swearing at a recalcitrant ball joint or bent strut. Watch a lot of Netflix instead. Mostly children's shows, the kind that teach us about the power of friendship and believing in your dreams. We should have known they were up to something from the start.

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foone · 2 months ago

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The worst part of working at the Dimensional Nexus is that we don't get the regular internet there so you can't just watch your shows on Netflix or whatever. We gotta stick to analog media, since the digital stuff doesn't deal well with the temporal flux (the analog stuff doesn't either, but it's usually just a fuzzy image for a second, while your computer just crashes).

Everyone brings in their favorite media from home on old analog tapes (or laserdiscs. They're analog too! And we've got a couple hardened players on the lounge, so we can watch them).

Anyway while you're on-base (which could be for months or years), all your (video) media consumption ends up being on CRTs and piles of tapes you brought or traded with coworkers. Most people bring in a second suitcase of tapes so they'll have something to watch.

I brought in some letsplayers I stuck on a few VHS tapes (yt2vhs is a great program), and box sets of Star Trek: TNG and DS9.

About a month in, the trades really open up, as everyone has watched their own tapes and wants more. I got a good deal on a laserdisc of the Soviet version of... Well, nevermind. But let me just say, in my defense, the author of the books never went off the deep in in that universe, and the Soviet version wasn't made with her cooperation, anyway. I know that's sometimes a little difficult for people from the 91-verse to believe, but that's not the author's reputation in the rest of the Nexus.

Anyway I traded my TNG episodes for VOY. I've seen TNG a dozen times, so I figured it was time to go back over VOY.

It seemed to be pretty similar to what I remembered (other than them killing off Seska of all people at the beginning of S3? Who kills off your series's main villain?!) but at the end of S3 I hit the big divergence between our universes:

Seven. They introduced him early on in Scorpion, part 1, earlier than I remember.

The storyline goes mostly the same, with just a little less 7/Janeway romantic tension (do they even get together in this version? I'm gonna have to wait until season 5 to find out!)

Harry Kim lives in this version of Scorpion, too. I'm not sure why that is, they were clearly setting him up to die? Probably some executive meddling or something. I don't have access to Trekpedia (especially in that universe!) to check.

But yeah. This is one of the universes that got the twinky Seven instead of the catsuit-girl version (Not that this version wears any fewer catsuits). They got 9 seasons instead of the usual 5, so I'm excited to see if those extra ones are any good. When I was picking up the tapes I was surprised how many there were, and Josh told me in his universe they get home in season 6 and the remaining 3 seasons are a sort of spin-off/reboot done when Orbita took over from UPN.

Can't wait to see how that goes. More Star Treks need a post-script season (or three) made in the USSR!

Anyway I'm already looking forward to finishing this because I've already gotten a lead on a copy of TNG where Yaphet Kotto said Yes to the Picard role (sadly that version doesn't have the quintessential Jeffrey Combs as Riker, but I hear some people swear by the Gregg Marx Riker).

Still looking for any copies of the Kim Miyori-as-Data version of TNG. That one wasn't as popular (not it's vault! They had the US Doctor Who and both the Star Wars shows to go up against) so it's less likely to be brought in, but I'm always checking video libraries whenever I'm in that universe. Someday I'll find it. I found that fucking CED of the Walken A New Hope, I'll get the girl!Data TNG one of these days!

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justwhisperingfantasies · 18 days ago

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Girl At The Rock Show 7 - smut +18

Characters: Reader. Jensen Ackles (xreader) Mac (o.c) Mentions of: Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Justin Hartley, Mackenzie Ackles,

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut, Drinking, Supernatural Spoilers Maybe, Light BDSM, Dom(ish) Jensen, Belt Fetish, Oral F Receiving, Oral M Receiving, Swallowing Cum, Face Riding, Unprotected Sex (seriously wrap it before you tap it.) Shower Sex, Coming in partner, Talk Of Pregnancy(?), (I think that's it. lmk if i forgot any.)

Summary: Jensen is FINALLY back.

Word count: 6,338

A/N: Part 7!! I'm sorry this took so long. This last week and a half has been rough, but we are through the storm and not looking back. Thank you guys so much for all the support and kind words. You seriously brighten my days. Y'all are amazing 🫶

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Reader’s P.O.V

You huffed as you looked at your watch. Just gotta get there these last couple charts done (y/n) you thought to yourself. You tried to fill in patient treatments, but you kept losing your focus. Less than 24 hours and you would be back at the airport and back in his arms. Just thinking about it made the butterflies stir up.

You made it halfway home and your phone started to ring.

“Well, hello there Mr. Ackles.”

He chuckled. “Hey sweetheart. You driving home?”

“Yup. About halfway there.”

“Running late today.”

“Yeah. Charts took longer today.” You sighed as you slowed for a red light. “What are you doin’?”

“Nothing. Just standing here at the moment.”

“Well, that’s exciting.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Hmm do I want coffee…”

“Babe its almost 5 o’clock” he paused “there.”

“Point? If I have caffeine now, I can watch more supernatural.”

“Oh, Lord.” He teased.

“Hey y’all wanted this, now deal with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He chuckled. “How was your day?”

“Slow and long.” You whined. He chuckled again. “Tomorrow morning is gonna be even worse.”

“Eh it might be better than you think.”

“I doubt it.”

“So, I guess no coffee.”

“No, I just wanna be home.”

“You almost there?”

“Pulling up to the gate. Why?”

“Just askin’.”

Your heart stopped and you stopped the car when you saw it. In your driveway sat a big black Silverado. “Jensen…”

He laughed. “Surprise.” You pulled your e-brake and jumped out of your car, leaving it in the middle of the road. You didn’t care, the only thing that mattered right now was him. A sudden burst of energy coursed through your veins, and you started to run. Please don’t be a dream you thought. You jumped, your legs and arms wrapped around him as he caught you. As your arms wrapped around his neck you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Letting out a small squeal as you squeeze. He chuckled. “I missed you too baby.”

He sat you on his open tailgate and kissed your lips. As he tried to back up your hands flew to his sides. Grabbing his shirt and pulling his lips back to yours.

“Do you want Beau to get hit?”

“He’s fine.” He raised his brows. You huffed as you released your grip.

You put your hands next to your hips and started to lift off the tailgate. He stopped you with a kiss. “I’ll get it.” He turned and headed toward your car. You tilted your head and let out a loud whistle as you watched him walk away. He chuckled as he stuck his ass out and swung his hips dramatically from side to side making you laugh.

Jensen’s P.O.V

He scrolled through Netflix, as he lay in her bed. The noise of the running shower was stealing his attention in between the previews. His thumb pushed the buttons but all he could think about was her. Leaning back under the steamy hot water. The water slickening her soft curls as it ran through them. Cascading down the front of her, leaving streaks on those full lips. He bit his lip as he pictured the water dripping off her hardened nipples. The water rippling down over her sexy curves. He felt a twitch in his shaft as he imagined how wet her pussy would be right now. Rolling his hips he fantasized about pinning her against the wall. Feeling her clenching around his cock, how perfect she fit around him.

“Fuck.” He moaned as he rubbed the front of his jeans. He looked over. She did leave the bathroom door open… “You need help getting your back darlin?” he asked leaning up against the sink.

She giggled. “Took you long enough Ackles.”

He stepped in the steamy hot shower. Everything was just as perfect as he imagined it. She was washing the last little bit of shampoo out of her hair. He bit his lip again as he watched.

“You gonna stand there and stare all day?” she asked as she finished.

“I’m just waiting to get your back,” she laughed and wrapped her arms arounds his neck, his wrapping around her waist. Her lips crashed onto his full of desire and need. He felt her slid her hand down his chest, down his stomach, and finding his erection. A moan escaped his throat as she started stroking him. Pleasure exploding through his entire body. He can feel her smile on his lips.

Her kisses become more aggressive as she starts pumping faster. A small gasp left her lips as he grabbed her ass and picked her up, a soft moan of his name as he turned and shoved her against the shower wall. Lining his tip up to her entrance he could feel how wet she was for him and his cock surged with anticipation. “Mmmm Baby.” He moaned as he pushed in slowly. God, she was so fucking tight. He waited for the signal, once she moved her hips, he drew his hips back and slid his cock in again. Her lips were back on his, more passion than aggression in her kisses this time. He began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. He was barely able to contain his climax as her walls squeezed him, as he watched her head lift while she moaned his name again, feeling her fingers tightening in his hair.

As he thrusted faster, he could her walls begin to quiver. “Jensen, I’m gonna.” She couldn’t even get the words out. He pumped into her as hard and fast as he could chasing her sweet release.

“Come on baby, I wanna feel you come.” She got tighter and tighter. Wetter and wetter. His name left her lips again as her pussy throbbed around him. He couldn’t hold it anymore. With a loud grunt he pushed in one last time and pulled out, His lips captured hers as his thick seed shot all over the wall below her. She wrapped her arms around him again as she rested her forehead on his. He had never experienced such intense emotions until now. His return, being in her presence again made it clear to him that he was in love. He pushed his lips onto hers before those three little words slipped out.

Reader’s P.O.V

“Truck or Beau.” He asked as you shut the front door behind you.

“Truck.” You decided.

He raised his eyebrows. “Alright cowgirl.” He walked you over to the passenger side with his arm around you. He opened the door, “Hop in.” he said putting his hand out to help you.

“Where do you want to eat?” he asked as he started his truck.

“You pick.” You said putting your open hand across the arm rest. He took it and laced his fingers through yours.

“Ok then you pick the music.” He said disconnecting his Bluetooth.

“Deal.” You said connecting yours. You hit shuffle play. If Tomorrow Never Comes by Garth Brooks starts to play. He sings along as he backed into the street making your heart flutter. A smile on your face as you watch him.

“What?” He asked as he caught you.

“Nothin, Ackles. Just happy.” You confessed,

He smiled then raised your hand to his lip and kissed your knuckles. “Me too sweetheart.”

As he goes straight through the round-a-bout the song ends, and his Simple Man cover with Jason Manns plays. He looked over at you with a wide grin. “Shush you have a nice voice and it’s a good song.”

“I will not shush. It makes me happy knowing my stuff is on your epic playlist.”

“Jensen. Of course you’re on my playlist.”

He smiled.

“So, how was Vancouver?” you asked as he turned right onto Woodward St.

“Pretty good. Besides the obvious downside.” He glanced at you. “Getting to hang out with Justin is always a good time. I’ve known him for years, we always had plans to do something together. So, when he called and told me about the role I jumped.” Jensen smiled. “He wants to meet ya know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.” He said nodding. He turned left onto E Ben White Blvd and then merged onto State Hwy 71.

“So, I’m guessing you told him all about me huh?”

“Yep.” He repeated.

You laughed “You gonna tell me what you said?”

“Nope.”

“Shocker.” He laughed.

“We are going to Terry Black’s?” you asked as he pulled in the parking lot.

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled in an empty spot. “Have you been here yet?”

“Not yet. The girls at the office told me it’s the best BBQ in town. “

“It’s pretty damn good. I can’t believe Mac hasn’t brought you here yet.” He said as you met him at the front of his truck

“Well, we mainly eat at home and binge Supernatural.” He laughed as he put his arm around your shoulders. He opened the door, and you walked to get in line. “Alright babe. I don’t know how any of this works,” you gestured to the ordering stations.

He chuckled. “I got you sweetheart. Do you want a beer?”

“Yes please.”

He kissed your cheek. “I’ll be right back, “He walked up to the bar. He started to walk back, when a couple walked up to him. You smiled as he sat the beers back on the bar and took a picture with them. He shook hands with them, and they walked away. He grabbed the beer again and walked back to you. “Here baby. I’m so.”

“Stop.” You cut him off. “Don’t apologize for being nice to your fans. I love that about you.”

He smiled. you guys moved up with the line. “So do I get to see your office?”

“Let me ask Erica about that on Monday and I will let you know. Although I don’t think anyone would pass down the opportunity to meet Jensen Ackles.”

He chuckled. You picked your sides. “Is there any certain meat you don’t want?” you shook your head. He ordered a little bit of everything, and they placed it on the tray. He got to the register, and you pulled out your card. He slapped it away and swiped his. You rolled your eyes. “You wanna sit on the patio?”

“Whatever you want doll face.”

He chuckled and walked that way. “Thank you.” he said as you opened the door for him. He walked over to a table and sat down. you sat across from him.

You guys started eating. “So do you have any patients yet?”

“Not yet. I did a newborn checkup the other day though and the mom gave me a good review. Erica said she just loved me. So, fingers crossed.”

“I can’t believe Jared didn’t switch to you.”

“I actually told him not to.” He raised a brow at you. “I love Jared and Gen, but I would rather the kids see me as their parents’ cool friend rather than their doctor that comes to the BBQ.”

“Which is tomorrow.”

“Oh, I know. He’s only reminded me about 15 times.” You said with a laugh.

“Yea, I think that’s the first he said to me when I met him at baggage claim.” Jensen smiled. “I see your point about the kids.”

“I’ll more than likely still treat them at some point. If I have an opening and they need to be seen that day, but not their primary care-provider.” You wiped your hands and finished your beer. “You want another beer?” you asked him as you stood up.

“Yea, here.” He leaned and started to pull out his wallet. You rolled your eyes and started back for the door.

You walked up to the bar and ordered 2 bud light bottles. You paid and took the beers as he handed them to you.

Jensen was on the phone when you got back.

“Thanks babe.” He said as he nodded. He closed his eyes and mouthed the word fuck.

(on phone)

“Yep.”

(on phone)

“I, think so.”

(on phone)

“Yes Mack.”

Your attention snapped to him with a puzzled look on your face. He shook his head, “My sister.”

(Mackenzie)

"Her best friend’s nickname is Mac too.”

(Mackenzie)

"Not Mackenzie, Mckinnley.”

(Mackenzie)

” It is.”

(Mackenzie)

he looked up at you “I do”

(Mackenzie)

“Not yet.”

(Mackenzie)

“I know very exciting. Well let him know Uncle Jensen will be there.”

(Mackenzie)

“Love you too, bye” he tapped the screen and sat his phone on the table. “My nephew, Jr, has his first baseball game next weekend.” He said with a smile. “And my sister is very noisy.”

“First baseball game?” he nodded, “That’s exciting.”

“Yeah, He’s my little buddy. His name is Jeremy, named after his dad. So, we all call him Jr. He just turned 5 a couple months ago. He has been getting into sports lately. He told his mom he wanted to try baseball and football.”

“Awe, Gonna play for the cowboys one day?”

“Oh my gosh, my dad would absolutely love that.”

“Is he starting school in the fall?”

“Yep, he’s super excited about it too. Not that he needs it the little burger is already smarter than me.” you both laughed. You finished eating and threw you trash away on your way out.

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Of course,” he said as he put his arm around you. “What did ya think?”

“Pretty damn good.” You repeated his words, making him laugh. He opened the truck door for you, and you hopped in.

“Do you need to get anything while we are out?” He asked as he sat down.

“Nothing comes to mind.” He opened the arm rest compartment, pulled out a piece of gum, and unwrapped it. “Ahhh” you said with an open mouth as he started to raise it to his mouth. He stopped and looked over at you. Then he shoved it in his mouth and started to chew it with a grin. You gasped. “Freaking Jerk!” you said in a playful tone.

“I’m sorry” he said laughing. He got in the same compartment and held it out got another piece. He unwrapped it and held it out to you. “Here babe.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Take it or I’m gonna shove it in your mouth.”

“Ooooh talk dirty to me.” you said and then took the gum with your teeth.

He laughed. “Perv.”

“You love it.” You said as he backed out of the spot. You laid your hand back on the armrest.

He laced his fingers again once he got out on the road. “I do.” He agreed as he winked at you, making you smile.

“So, when did you get in today?”

“A little after 1. J.p picked me up. We hung out for a while and then I came over to surprise you.” he said as he slowed for the redlight and turned his right blinker on.

“Hung out meaning you watched selling sunset on the projector.”

“Maybe.” He said, making you laugh. The light turned green, and he turned onto S. First St.

“How far are you now?”

“I don’t know. Like season 2 maybe 3.”

“You need to step your binging game up.“ you said laughing.

“How far are you on Supernatural?”

“Monster movie was the last one I watched.”

“Season 4? You’re on season 4 now?”

“Yep.”

“Season 3 was short though because of the strike.”

“Yeah. No rest for the wicked was kinda hard to watch.”

“So, you finally came around on Dean.” He said slowing down for the relight. He turned his left blinker on and got in the left turn lane.

“We had a rocky start. I thought of him as a bit of douche yes, but we are cool now.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad y’all made up. What’s your favorite episode so far?”

“In the serious category Faith. Comedy, Mystery Spot or Ghostfacers Although Lazarus Rising was pretty good too, Castiel’s entrance was bad ass. Oh, and Bad Day At Black Rock was hilarious. He looked at you with a grin. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I asked for it remember” he said as he turned after getting the arrow.

“Yes, you did.”

He chuckled. “So, who’s your favorite character?” You smirked at him. He gasped. “It’s Dean, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“So, he from douche to your favorite?” He smiled.

“Well, can you blame he? Just look at him.”

He chuckled again “I hear he’s pretty hot.”

“Mmmhhmm! He’s got the most beautiful green eyes.” He smiled with pink cheeks. “And those cute Texan bowlegs of his.” the pink got darker. “Oh, and when he lifted his shirt in the handprint scene.” You started fanning your face with your hand. “Those abs . Oh. My.”

“Alright, Alright. Calm down over there.”

You chuckled. “Can’t help babe, you’re pretty sexy.”

He smirked.

“In all seriousness. Dean is incredible, the way he cares about everyone. Not just his family and friends, but just random people. He would sacrifice himself for anyone any day. I mean if it came down to some rando or Sam obviously the rando is dying.“ He left out a laugh.” But dean would do everything in his power to save both. He’s smart, even though he doesn’t think so. And so freaking brave, if I ever go to battle, I want Dean Winchester on my team.” He slowed down for another red light, turning on his right blinker.

He smiled at you. “You’re pretty cute when you ramble.”

You chuckled. “I’ve heard that before.”

He laughed, he turned once, the light turned green. “What’s your favorite monster?”

“Shifters are pretty cool, I like how they did the teeth on vampires, Sometimes the ghost are creepy as hell.”

“So not demons?”

“I don’t really consider them monsters, more like evil entities.”

“Hold on that me rephrase for Mrs. Columbia.” He teased. “What is your favorite thing that Sam and Dean have hunted so far?”

“The trickster.”

“Really?” he asked. You nodded. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You sighed. “I hate when y’all do that.”

“Do what?!” he asked as he took the last turn on the round-a-bout before making a complete circle.

“Act like there’s more but you can’t tell me, Mac does it too.”

“You want me to spoil it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Well…”

“Hey.” You covered your ears and started babbling.

He laughed, he pulled on your arm. “I wasn’t really going to tell you.”

“I don’t know I think I could persuade you.”

“You definitely could, but you won’t.” he teased as he rested his hand on your thigh.

He rounded the corner. Pulling up to the gate he looked at you. You rattled off the code.

“Mckinnley!!” You yelled as you stepped through the door.

“Kitchen!!” she yelled back.

You walked toward the kitchen and Jensen followed. “Ello love.” You said sitting down at the bar.

“What’s up?” she asked. “Hey Jensen?” she looked at you “I thought you said you were picking him up tomorrow?”

“I requested stand-by and took the earliest flight I could.” He sat down next to you. “You should have seen her face.”

“Awe. Too cute.” She took a drink of her soda “So no Supernatural tonight?”

You stuck your bottom lip out and looked at Jensen.

He sighed “What episode?”

“Yellow fever is next.” Mac said.

He laughed “Ok.”

Your eyes went wide as a grin spread across your face “Really?” he nodded with a smile. “You want a beer?” you asked as you stood up and poked him in the side. He jumped and narrowed his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and then walked over to the fridge.

“I’ll get it set up.” Mac walked into the living room.

You opened the door and bent over to grab the beers. You could feel his eyes on you. So, you stuck your ass out more. Your core twitched as he stepped up behind you and pressed his groin against you. A shiver ran down your spine as he glided his hand along your back and encircled your shoulder with his fingers.

He drew back and slammed his groin against you this time keeping you in place with his hand. You let out a small gasp as your core twitched harder. “You wanna stick your tongue out at me again princess?”

“Maybe.” You taunted him.

He slammed again. “What was that?”

“No, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said as he stepped back and leaned on the counter. You exhale sharply trying to compose yourself. You brought yourself back up grabbing the beers. You turned to face him as you closed the door. He had a big smirk on his face. “Too much princess?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Hardly enough charming.”

He lipped his lips. “Challenge accepted.” He eyed you up and down as he walked over. He took his beer, kissed you on the cheek, and started toward the living room. You took a deep breath and let it out through your lips. He chuckled.

You stopped at the recliner and held out her beer. “Thanks, sis.” Mac said as she took it.

“No prob bob.”

Her phone started to ring “Gimme one sec. it’s my dad.” She ran upstairs.

You made your way over to the couch and sat on the opposite side of where Jensen was sitting. He smiled. You poked the tip of your tongue through your lips and his lips went into a straight line. You smirked as you lifted your eyebrows. He looked down and pulled his shirt up a tiny bit, exposing his belt and looked back at you. “Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash there, stud.”

“Oh, baby I don’t worry I’m gonna cash it.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Mac apologized as she came back down the stairs.

“You know your cell phone does work down here.” You teased.

“Well smartass, he needed my insurance number. Apparently, I gave them to wrong one.”

“Uh what?” Jensen said confused.

“Someone asshole hit my car today at work.”

“Uh.” You said

“It happened when I was inside. A couple dents and scratches. Not a big deal, but I had to file a report to get their insurance to pay for it.” she picked up the remote “Anyway Supernatural.”

Jensen slid to your side of the couch and put his arm around you.

Jensen’s P.O.V

2 seconds into the episode he realized he would be watching her more than the TV. She was so freaking cute how could he not.

She drew her eyebrows together as the camera panned down to the Yorkie Dean was running from.

“Ha, Aerosmith.” She said as the pathologist calls Sam and Dean by their aliases.

She smiled as Dean gags and then chuckled when he got handed the heart. Her mouth dropped open as the spline juice sprayed all over Sam’s face.

Smirked when Dean said big heart.

“Oh shit.” She whispered as Dean said he didn’t like the teenagers and crossed the street. She bit her lips together trying not to laugh as the snaked slithered on Dean.

“Would you like a story?” He asked. Mac paused the show. “So that snake is real. They told me oh she’s very docile if you don’t hurt her, she won’t hurt you. So, the handler was having trouble getting her to go up over the, he’s pushing her and manhandling, kicking her a little. The more he does this the more nervous I got. Sam getting up and nope-ing out was 100% real. Padalecki said nope and ran. Left me there trapped under this huge ass snake.” He shook his head as the girls giggled.

She giggled again at Dean’s left turn into oncoming traffic remark. Then laughed at am I haunted. “dang those eyes.” She said as she leaned up and grabbed her beer “See I’m not the only one that thought Dean was a dick. She said making him laugh. She took a drink and leaned back into his arm. “I don’t wanna be a clue.” She mimicked. Jensen smiled damn she was cute.

A smile stayed on her face the whole scene outside the impala twitching up in the funnier places. She leaned up and grabbed her as the Winchesters walked into the factory. “I’d wait babe.” He warned her. She laughed at the big scream and then again at Sams face he made after the big scream.

“Hey, what did you say about Dean being brave earlier.” He asked with a smile as Dean ran out of the factory.

“You leave my boy alone. He has ghost sickness.” She said making him laugh.

She grimaced hard as the sherif took the scouring pad to his arm. “You can take a drink now” he told her.

“Mac! We should get a kitten!” she exclaimed as Luther cuddled his.

“Maybe, now watch.”

“Don’t say shit about his bravery.” She put a finger up to him making him smile.

Her jaw dropped as Sam agreed with Dean and Sams eyes turned yellow.

“Bobby!”

“Oh shit.” She said when she heard the hell hounds

She put her lip out when Dean started to freak out.

“Fuck.” She said when she heard Lilith’s “Hi Dean.”

“Come on Sam!” she said as Luther and Sam fought.

“Dude die.” She start as Bobby drove the car. She let out a hefty sigh when Dean was cured. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

The corners of her mouth twitched up as Bobby made fun of Dean.

Her eyes went wide when Sam’s eyes flashed yellow.

She bit her lips together as she watched the eye of the tiger scene. She let out a loud laugh at the end “You’re a freaking dork.”

Mac laughed as she paused the tv.

“So that whole thing happened because Padalecki decided to not walk in. I blacked out. I really can’t remember why I started doing it.”

“Because. You. Are. A. Freaking. Dork.” He smiled and shook his head.

“Another round?” Mac said as she stood up.

“Yes please.” (y/n) said.

He leaned his lips to her ear. He felt her breath hitch. “Keep talking shit sweetheart.” He bit on her earlobe, dragging his teeth along it as he leaned back slowly. . she bit her lip.

They thanked her as Mac handed them their beers. “Yup.” She said heading back to the recliner.

“Hey Mac,” he said as she sat down. “Hit play.”

(y/n) turned and smiled at him “Really?” He nodded.

He watched with a smile as she made her cute little faces and blurted out her remarks. He was completely enamored with her.

Reader’s P.O.V

“Well love birds. It’s been fun, but I’m beat. Good night.”

“Sweet dreams.” You said

“Night Mac.” Jensen waved as she headed up the stairs. You stood up and started collecting the empty bottles. “Damnit.” You said as one slipped out of your fingers. You bent over to pick it up and Jensen slapped your ass playfully. “Is that the best you got big boy?” you said as you came back up and wiggled your hips.

His eyebrows raised. “You’re gonna be sorry when you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Ya know it must suck...” you said as you started toward the kitchen. His eyebrows pulled together. “Having all that bark, but no bite.” He hopped off the couch, your steps quickened making your way into the kitchen and tossing the bottles in the trash.

He walked in the kitchen with his lips in a hard line. He stood at your side. With one hand he unbuckled his belt and slid it off of his waist. “You feelin’ ballsy enough to repeat that?”

You turned to him. “All. Bark. No.” You gasped as he threw you over his shoulder. “Oh, come on not again.”

The tingle from the belt made your core thrum to life again. “Keep talking and they get worse.”

“Really?” you taunted.

The sharp sting made you walls clench together, “

“Oh, Ackles isn’t playin’.”

A moan escaped your lips as he slapped again.

“You done?” he started up the stairs.

“Can I?”

The crack of the belt reverberated through the staircase. you kept your mouth shut the rest of the climb.

“I see you learned your lesson.” He said as he opened your bedroom door. He tossed you on the bed and walked back over shutting the door and flipping the light on. You bit your lips together. “Good girl.” he made his way back over and crawled on top of you. He kissed up your neck and then his lips found yours. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and tender. He trailed kisses across your cheek “Is your ass, ok?” he whispered in your ear and then sucked the lobe.

“Mmm, I think I’ll survive.” He rested his forehead on yours. You moaned again as he rolled his hips. Letting you feel how hard you made him. “Are you done being Dom Jensen?”

“For now.”

He put his hands under your shoulders and rolled. Pulling you on top of him. You pressed your lips against his, you parted your lips and his tongue entered your mouth. A low growl emanated from his chest as you moved your hips. His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, you sat up and grabbed the hem yourself and lifted it up over your head, tossing it. you rolled your hips again as his hands caress your bra covered breast. He pulls your mouth back down to his as his hand slid around to the hook of your bra. Unhooking it, he slid the straps down your shoulders, down your arms, and tossed it at the door. Your nipples hardened as he starts caressing again, making you moan into his mouth. You sat back up and pulled him up to you. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it. He stretched his arms up when you got to his ribs. He brought his arms down wrapping them around you, his lips captured yours again and then moved now, kissing and nibbling down your neck. Down to your collarbone.

He stopped at the top of the same breast as last time and sucked hard. Your breath hitched as you felt his teeth rake against the skin. You didn’t complain this time. You rolled your hips, and his mouth got more aggressive. Once he was finished, he kissed his mark. You moaned and leaned back, as he flicked his tongue on your nipple. Then his tongue swirled around it. Your finger tangled in his hair, as he moved to the next one sucking and swirling. You pushed him back down on the bed and followed. You kissed his lips and then moved down his neck, down his chest, you felt the rumble from his growl on your lips as started rubbing his hard shaft though his pants. “mmm baby” You continued kissing down his stomach. You stopped and unbuttoned his jeans, then unzipped them. He lifted as you pulled them and his boxers off. “Fuck” he let out as you sucked his tip, stroking the shaft with your hand. He quivered as you slowly sank you head down. Burying his cock in your throat. His breath hastened as you bobbed your head, moaning as you cupped his sac. “Fuck baby.” He whimpered as you started to massage them “You’re gonna make me come already.” You bobbed your head faster, sucking harder. His fingers grabbed your hair pushing you faster. He moaned your name as his salty sweet cum slid down your throat. You bobbed again milking every ounce making him twitch.

You crawled back on top of him to find pure bliss on his face making a smiled spread across yours. You lifted and started to line his tip up when he slid his arms under your legs, hooking his elbows behind your knees he guides you up his body, until your pussy hovered over his mouth.

You tingled with excitement as he wrapped his hands around your hips and lowered your dripping core. You moaned his name as he began lapping up your sweet juices, letting out a moan of his own. He swirled his tongue around your clit, the pleasure pulsated through you making you throw your head back with another moan. He moved your hips making your pussy slid across his flat tongue. As the knot in your stomach got tighter you began talking your hips on your own, hearing a muffled moan beneath you, you moved faster. Heavy pants and moans filled your room as you rode his face, pursuing your climax. You gazed down at him, the image of his vivid green eyes positioned between your thighs pushed you to the brink. You praise him with another moan of his name as the knot explodes.

He released his embrace and your lower half retreats to find his cock still rock hard. He wiped his mouth, and pulled your lips down to his. He grabbed your ass and moaned into your mouth as you lowered yourself, burying him deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him as you lifted and lowered again slowly. “Fuck.” He whimpered as his head fell back on the bed. Your breast began to bounce as you quickened your pace. His gaze coursed through your skin like a surge of electricity. You stopped keeping him inside and then start to grind. A husky moan emerged from his throat as your walls clenched around him. The tension in your stomach building again as your clit rubbed on his pelvis faster. His face contorted as you squeezed him tighter. “Babe.” He warned. You continued too high on pleasure to acknowledge what he was conveying to you. The knot busted again, and he grabbed you. quickly pulling you off his cock. Feeling the warmth of his seed on you realized the nature of his warning.

“Did you just?” he nodded. “Inside?”

“Maybe a little…” He gave you a quick kiss and tapped your hip. You rolled over onto your back. He kissed you again, getting up he started for your bathroom. You heard cabinets opening and shutting, then the water turn on and off. He wiped as you tried your best to push his cum out. He cleaned the remaining residue and wiped the wetness off with a dry towel. He took the dirty linens to the bathroom.

You got up and went to your dresser. You pulled out a big T-shirt and slipped it over your head. “You know it’s pretty late and you’ve had some beers.”

“I was already planning on staying sweetheart.” He cut you off.

“I have a pair of biker shorts you can sleep in. They’d show that ass real nice.” You winked at him.” you pulled a pair out of the drawer and held them up.

He smiled. “Tempting, but I think my boxers will do.”

“Suit yourself.” You teased as you put them on under your shirt . He chuckled as he pulled up his boxers.

You picked up his clothes and folded them, laying them on your dresser, and threw yours in your bathroom hamper.

He was lying on your bed when you walked back through the door. You crawled up next to him. Sighing in relief as you laid your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and then started running his fingers through your hair. “God, I missed that.” You confessed he chuckled

“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out fast enough.”

“My fault. You warned me, it just didn’t register.”

“You’re not worried?”

“What good is worrying now going to do?”

“But what if you get knocked up?” he asked in a silly voice as his fingers stopped.

“Well usually after you get knocked up” you matched his voice. “You have a baby.” He sighed. You raised your head and looked him in the eyes. “Look, like I said there’s no sense in worrying about it now. If something happens then we will have this discussion. K?” he nodded you kissed him and laid your head back on his chest “Can you please play with my hair again” you pleaded He chuckled, and his fingers started again. Your eyelids grew heavy as he started to hum, you drifted to sleep.

Jensen’s P.O.V

Her breathing slowed as she fell asleep. This was his favorite part of the night. The sex was great and all. But having her relaxed in his arms, the trust, the intimacy, there was nothing like it.

He laid there for a while. Letting his mind wonder, what if she was pregnant, would they get married, would he get to do this every night, would the baby look like her. His heart filled with happiness as he pictured it. A baby girl, her mini, small sassy attitude and all.

She started to stir, and he held his breath, thinking it would help not wake her. He heard her soft murmurs, and then, unmistakably, he caught his name, accompanied by the three words that had been tormenting him. His eyes shot open, thinking she had woken, but he could tell by her breathing that she hadn’t. Did she love him, was she in the same place as him or was it just her babbling in her sleep, should he say something or just let it go. fuck it he thought life is short.

He woke her head still on his chest. He smiled as he tightened his arm around her.

“What time is it Ackles?”

“8:27”

She sighed. “I gotta get up. “

“Why?”

“I am making pies.”

“Jared is making you bring pie.”

“Not making me, it’s been a while since I made my mom’s, and I don’t want to show up empty handed. And thanks to Dean I have a hankering.”

“Damnit Dean.” He chuckled “You want some help?”

She brought her head up with a smile. “Sure, but if they are terrible, I’m blaming you.”

“I highly doubt they will be, but deal.”

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06. brain food ☆

writing in-between cuts!

a quiet knock on the door catches your attention, which was previously focused on scrolling through random shows on Netflix. a weird feeling, you get. an emotion that seems to be the love-child of excitement and nervousness. there's no time to run away from these feelings, though, so you get up and open the door for the poor boy who's been hauling 3 bags of food.

"my god" he sighs, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "i think my stomach has eyes. there's no way we're finishing all this in one night." you laugh, noticing how he's holding his arm out of pain. "i've definitely done the same, more times than i'd like to admit-- here, sit down for a bit." gesturing to the couch, you sit down and pat a spot relatively close to you. he takes this offer with open arms, considering he'd walked pretty far. "sorry i took a while, hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long?" his hands fidget together as he takes in your room. it's the size of a triple, but you have it to yourself. it's quite surprising how nice the school treats transfer students, considering how main students are usually shoved into a tiny room with 2-3 other people. you place your hand upon his; a ballsy move, but you know how it feels to be anxious about things. you don't want him to be anxious with you. "it's fine, really. i don't mind waiting for you." you smile, moving your hand back to it's previous position. embarrassment clearly runs through his body, but to you he just looked starstruck. after a moment of pushing these feelings back, he returns your smile. "i'm glad, then. um, can we eat? i fear my stomach is going to wrinkle up if we don't." "yes yuuta, we can eat."

"okay, okay. this seems good for now, i think?" he sits back from the laptop you two have been sharing, taking a second to re-read the outline. your eyes scan the page as well; it's a very.. rough outline. you start laughing at the last few lines, where he'd begun to give up on being professional. after all, only you two will see this draft. "why are you laughing?" he pouts, thinking you're making fun of the ideas laid out. "oh relax," you lean back with him, realizing he's gotten much closer than before. "i can just tell that you were rushing writing the final scene." his head whips to you and a hand clutches his chest, feigning shock; a sarcastic gasp falls from his lips. "how could you! we worked very hard on this!" your hand pushes his away from his chest, the both of them landing on his lap. "oh, shut up. i'm just teasing." he huffs anyways, a facade you've become accustomed to. after all, one of your best friends is nobara kugisaki.

reaching to a stuffed dog to your side, you hand it to him. "here, will an emotional support dog help?" he sighs, wrapping it in his arms. "i suppose." laughing again, you sit up and grab the laptop once more. "you're so dumb." he grips the toy more, you don't realize it, but he likes the way it smells of lavender just like you do. "what are you doing now, don't you think its enough for tonight?" you stop to think, after sending the draft to your phone. "well, we'll need to send casting calls to the neighboring schools sometime soon.. but i guess we can be done for now." he closes the laptop for you and places it on the table once again, looking back. "good, we can do that another time-" his sentence is cut off due to his phone practically blowing up in the room over. "sorry," he starts, getting up and handing the stuffed dog back to you. "let me go check on that."

"hey, sorry again. my friends were blowing up my phone for some reason." he comes back into the room where you two were sitting before, unsure if he should sit back down. he can't read your face, and you can't read his either, despite you both feeling the same way. "it's okay. you can sit back down if you want to stay a bit longer..?" you look down for a split second, anticipating the rejection he was about to give you. "i was looking for shows before you got here, but i couldn't find a good one." you try to convey what you say as a question, but it almost comes out as a plea. he doesn't say anything immediately, and you almost get upset? looking back up, you realize he's already getting ready to sit back down with you. "i'd love to stay. i also have an amazing suggestion for a show." your eyes light up, and it feels like the room filled with more air the way you both sighed with relief. "oh really?" you tease him, as he takes back the toy he'd left with you. "lay it on me then."

fun facts -> TWO PEOPLE PINING FOR EACHOTHER BUT NEITHER KNOW IT!!!! a classic trope. chefs kiss. yuuta offered to go get snacks not only because he was starving, but he also needed time to calm himself down before going to y/n's dorm. he was scared. scared that he'd say something stupid, give her the ick, embarrass himself. you know, the works. once he got there though, it felt like he never wanted to go home again.

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super-marvel-dc · 9 months ago

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hey what do you think about the dynamic being one of Dick's best friends and ending up in a relationship with Jason, but Jason not wanting to tell his family yet because he's a little insecure/a little conflicted about telling his family and his partner respects that!!! so he ends up not telling Dick, because he's Jason's brother even though he's your best friend, and one day Dick walks into your apartment for some reason unannounced and catches Jason and you doing something silly and romantic together and everyone is just *shocked*

Hi! I'm so sorry for not answering this sooner, I've been busy and under stress! This probably isn't what you wanted, but it's my thoughts and a little fic together. Hope you're doing well 🖤 Also, apologies for any typos ✯

I absolutely love this idea! Best friends brother trope over here! Sneaking around? Yes, one hundred percent! I feel like Jason would want to meet up with his partner where there's no cameras, or if there were cameras around (like a coffee shop) he would have them go there around 30 minutes to an hour before he showed up on a day it's crowded so he would "have" to take a seat with them, and of course he has to start a conversation with them, right? I mean, he can't just sit there without saying something or ordering them something "out of kindness" because it's definitely not a date. . . May or may not have grabbed their hand to "inspect their watch/bracelet" and may or may not have held on to their hand a bit longer than just being friendly. Whenever his partner hangs out with Dick, Jason tends to keep his distance, but not too much because he doesn't want anyone getting the idea that he hates Dicks best friend. Jason was always careful going out and hanging out at his partner's place. He wasn't ashamed of them and his partner understands that, they knew that Jason just wasn't comfortable sharing their relationship yet, and that was ok with them. Hey, more time for just each other, right? Besides, the sneaking around was kinda fun! I feel like since they are so careful that the only way that Dick catches them is at night when he's patrolling the rooftop. Jason was staying with his partner after a nice dinner they had together—Jason cooked. He's amazing—with the radio playing in the background when a sweet, slow song started playing, and Jason grabbed his partner, pulling them close, and started dancing with them. Everything was perfect and sweet, so much so that neither one notices Dick frozen in place on the balcony with his mouth dropped open as he watches Jason—the so-called badass with no feelings, according to some—slow dancing with his! best friend. . . “His brother and his best friend?! When did that happen?!” Dick finally picked up his jaw off the floor and left the balcony to go back to the manor to tell everyone. Busted through the doors, and marched around the mansion like an angry soccer mom until he ran into Bruce and told him what he saw. Bruce, of course, just patted Dick on the shoulder and told him to go cool off in the shower whilst Alfred made him some tea to calm his nerves Bruce and Alfred already knew about Jason and his partner. Dick had a stern talking to with Jason and his partner, making sure they both knew he was hurt they didn't tell him, and that they better not hurt each other! or he was going to have to revoke their Netflix privileges.

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bradshawshawaiianshirt · 4 months ago

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Stuck on the Past | Part 1

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Ex-girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You never thought you'd see Bradley Bradshaw again, especially the way things ended between the two of you. So what happens when he's suddenly back for a special mission and is determined to win you back too?

Warnings: Angst (ish), adult language, drinking

Length: 1.8k

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You couldn't remember the last time you'd gone out on a Saturday night. Your friends had been begging you to join them for a while, that much you knew, but with how stressful work had been, time seemed to slip out of your hands.

That was until this Saturday. Finally you'd been given the weekend off, and as much as you wanted to spend it in bed binge-watching all the Netflix you'd missed, you ended up deciding that a few drinks wouldn't hurt.

How wrong you were.

Thinking back, it started going south as soon as April mentioned going to the Hard Deck. Sure, you'd been a few times since it opened, and you thought it was a nice place, but you couldn't deny the strange feeling in your gut, almost like a warning. Maybe that should have been a sign that this wasn't going to be your night, but you ignored it, and decided to have fun instead of worrying so much.

"Hey!" April grinned as you walked in, standing from the booth your friends had claimed slightly away from the bar, "I was starting to wonder if you really existed all this time."

She laughed, giving you a quick hug before you sat down with the rest of your friends, "It hasn't been that long." You said, rolling your eyes as April pushed a drink towards you.

"Yes. It has." She smirked, "So drink up. We're making this a night to remember."

You were a couple drinks in, laughing with one of your friends, when the jukebox music cut out. You didn't take much notice until you heard it. The piano. April frowned, "Is someone playing the piano? How cool is that! Let's go look."

You stood and slowly followed her towards the edge of the bar. You knew who was playing. Of course, you knew. It was the same song he used to play years ago, when you were both barely in your 20s. Young, in love, and stupid.

April gripped your hand and dragged you forward to get a better view of the singer. There he was. He had grown, definitely, but he was still the same old Bradley Bradshaw. All smiles and laughs as he played the piano and sang along with his friends. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't look away. You dragged your eyes to your side to look at April, who's face began to fall in realisation.

"No. Way." She turned to you, searching your face for any sign that you might cry, "Please tell me that's not who I think it is."

You nodded, mouth dry from shock as you grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the restroom, locking both of you in a stall. You sighed, ran your hand through your hair and sat on the lid of the toilet seat.

April had both of her hands on her hips, her mouth in a tight frown, "What the hell is he doing here? Isn't it enough that he broke your heart, huh? And now what? Now he's suddenly back in San Diego! Seriously?! What the actual-"

"April." You interrupted, standing up and putting your hands on her shoulders, "It's fine. I'm.. I'm fine." She nodded, taking a deep breath as you sat back onto the lid of the toilet, "And anyway," you shrugged, "He didn't really.. break my heart."

April scoffed, "You have to be joking. You cried over him for like a year! I thought you were about to swear off men forever after him!"

"Probably would have been a good idea." You chuckled, "I meant that.. you know, it was mutual."

April rolled her eyes, "Whatever. What's our game plan?"

"What?"

"Well, for starters, I'm not letting you leave now we've seen him. You need to show him that this didn't affect you. Stand up."

You stood to face your longest friend. She'd been there when you'd met Bradly the very first time, and she'd been the one to pick up the pieces after he'd left. As much as April could be demanding, most of the time she had a point. The only thing you wanted to do right now was run, but you also knew that if he saw you leave it would look like it was because of him, and you didn't want him to have any sort of power over you like that. Not anymore.

You took a deep breath, "Okay, I'm not leaving. Let's go get shots." You were trying to sound confident, but your voice was wobbly and your breathing was uneven. Yeah, tequila was definitely going to help.

April ordered some drinks, and you both did a shot of tequila each at the bar. It did calm some of your nerves, but just knowing he was around was setting you off again. You sat back down with the rest of your friends and gazed around the room. Maybe you were in the clear? He'd sang one song and decided to leave?

Just as you felt better, you glanced to the other side of the room, at the pool table, where eyes were already on you. He looked just as shocked as you did, his mouth half open and eyebrows raised, grip tight on his pool stick. You felt yourself freeze. Should you smile? Wave? Shit, the longer you two just stared at each other the more awkward this was getting.

You blinked a couple times before quickly standing, "I'm getting another drink." Your friends were in deep conversation, but you assumed they heard you and hurried towards the bar.

You ordered another round of drinks before you felt someone stand beside you. You looked up and there he was, tall and muscular, very different from the boy you'd known all those years ago.

He grinned, "I thought it was you. I saw you in the crowd while I was playing but then I couldn't find you after." You opened your mouth and closed it again, trying to find words that wouldn't make you sound stupid. Before you could, your drinks were placed in front of you. "You need help carrying those?" He pointed at the four drinks on the bar.

You quickly shook your head, muttered a 'no thanks' and grabbed two in each hand, hurrying off to the booth your friends were sat in. Bradley watched you walk away and mentally kicked himself. He'd practiced what he was going to say to you since he saw you in the crowd earlier in the night. It could have gone better, but then again, what's left to say to someone you both hurt and never quite forgave?

You figured you'd stayed long enough that April would let you leave if you wanted to, so you grabbed your handbag, hugged your friends goodbye and made your way to the front of the bar. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was April.

Let me know when you get home safe. You did great tonight. He's not worth it!! See you soon x

You smiled and searched through your phone to find an Uber.

"On your way home?" You turned to see Bradley. Just when you thought you'd made your escape.

"Uh, yeah." You took a moment to really look at him. He had this hopeful look to him, you realised, like he actually wanted to talk to you. You sighed, "Just trying to get an Uber."

"You don't have to." He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes trained on the ground, "Look, I know things are awkward. It's been a long time. But, I can take you home. I've barely drank, I'm good to drive. If you want, that is."

He finally met your eyes as you shrugged. "It's been a really long time. I never thought I'd see you back here." You bit your lip, thinking over the situation, "But, sure. If you're offering, I'd like a ride."

He smiled and nodded, relieved that you hadn't ran away from him. He probably wouldn't have blamed you if you did. But this was something.

The drive to your apartment was quiet. You could feel Bradley glancing at you now and then, but you couldn't risk looking at him. You were already in his car, the same old Bronco he'd had since you'd known him. April was gonna freak when you told her tomorrow.

"How've you been?" He broke the silence as he stopped at a red light, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Good. Busy." You answered, "You?"

"Yeah, good. A lot of deployments but it's been fine." He took a glance in your direction as the light changed, "I wasn't planning on coming back. There's this mission. I'm not supposed to talk about it-"

"It's fine." You cut him off. That made more sense. There was no way he'd come back here for you. That just confirmed it.

He sighed. You wondered if he was regretting offering you a ride home. Probably. "You look good." He said instead.

Your head whipped round to look at him, "Don't start."

He was smirking, "What?" He glanced at you again, feigning innocence, "I know things are awkward but am I not allowed to compliment my favourite ex-girlfriend?"

You cleared your throat and turned towards the window, "Your compliments were never just compliments, Bradley. They always led to something else and you know it."

You felt your cheeks heat up as he glanced at you again, a small smile on his face. "Would that be a bad thing?"

He pulled up in front of your building, turning to face you fully as he turned off the engine. You turned to him, arms crossed and voice sharp, "Yes. It would be a bad thing. History is a there for a reason and I don't wanna repeat it." You opened his door and stepped outside, "Oh! And by the way, you are definitely not my favourite ex-boyfriend!"

Bradley chuckled, "I always used to love it when you'd get angry, your cheeks get all flushed. It's cute."

You mouth hung open, what was he playing at? "Thanks for the ride." You said, shutting his car door and walking towards your apartment building with a huff. Even when you unlocked your apartment door, you couldn't quite believe what had happened. How dare he flirt with you like that? You two hadn't talked in years!

You climbed into bed and decided to sleep it off. At least you wouldn't be forced to see him again. You'd be at work and he'd be on his stupid mission. That was something.

Bradley stayed parked outside after he dropped you off. Partly to make sure you got in okay, but also to really think about what he had actually been suggesting. He hadn't seen you in years. Sure, you crossed his mind every now and then, sometimes he'd stalk your social media to see what you were up to, but he didn't know you anymore. You guys had history, that was true. The worst part about it? He didn't think repeating history would be a bad thing at all, especially if it was with you.

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bambi-slxt · 7 months ago

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🤍𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ~ 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 3.2k

genre/tropes: established friendship, one-sided love (or is it?)

warnings: slight angst

pt one: here

notes from bambi: the POV switches throughout this part - switches will be indicated by an extra blank line. also i wasn't originally planning to add another part to this but ohhhh i'm so glad i did. thank you to @sturniololover-09 , @ivonchetooo1239 , and @aliceloveschris , who asked for part two - hope you like it!

Another night, another stressed-out Christopher. While I already felt out-of-my-depth when he came to me with his existential romance crisis, his current issue proved to be even more herculean in nature.

“Chris. For the umpteenth time. I don’t know how to make the glow stars stick to your ceiling.”

“But I need them to! And they’re supposed to stick, it said so on the box-”

“It also said to clean the area thoroughly before application,” I said dryly, crossing my ankles and settling deeper into the blankets on his bed, “And when exactly did you wipe down your ceiling?”

Chris harrumphed. “The universe is working against me.”

“I’m sure it is, honey. Can we please start this now?” I gestured to his monitor, some dumb lawyer show on Netflix - Coats or Jackets or something. Chris told me earlier how much I’d love it, to which I had replied, “We’ll see.” The last show he tried to get me to watch with him was deplorable, and it took a long time for me to see Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, and KJ Appa as anything other than the god-awful actors Riverdale painted them to be.

“I wanna try one more time,” he said, stepping ungraciously over my legs and stretching towards the ceiling.

“Is it made of plaster?” I asked, tilting my head upwards, trying very hard to avoid looking straight up his loose basketball shorts.

“What, this?” He pointed upward. “I think. Why?”

I hummed in reply and began tapping away on my phone. Chris shrugged and went back to his Sisyphysian task. The stars would stick initially, but kept falling after a while and stabbing us in the rudest of places - an hour ago I got a crescent moon to the boob.

Soft music drifted down the stairs outside his bedroom door - Matt must be playing something in the kitchen. The four of us ate dinner earlier and as Chris made it, I was a guest, and Nick didn’t feel good, he’d been on clean-up.

“Hey.” I pulled on the hem of Chris’s shorts. “This says if we use rubbing alcohol to clean the area first instead of just like, a damp cloth or something, that should work. It also says a hot glue gun will help it stick better.”

Chris put his hand on my head, thumbing my soft baby hairs that would never stay put - his way of saying ‘thank you’. “Do we even have a hot glue gun?”

“No idea,” I murmured as I leaned against his leg.

“Time to find out!” He scrambled over me, stepping on my arm and almost tea-bagging me.

“You fuck,” I said, smacking him on the arm as he ran out of the room giggling.

“Hey do we have rubbing alcohol and a hot glue gun?”

Matt startled and shook his head, leaning over the sink. “Jesus, you scared the fuck outta me,” he huffed. “Alcohol, yes, in your bathroom, glue gun, no.”

“Well shit. ‘Preciate it,” Chris said, patting him on the back and turning for the stairs.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“She okay?”

Chris’s brows knitted together. “Whaddaya mean?” “She just seems kinda stressed, ‘s all,” Matt said. “Somethin’ else on the mind.”

“She’s good as far as I know.”

“K. Come up behind me like that again, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“Whatever,” Chris responded, grinning his way back downstairs.

“There’s rubbing alcohol in my bathroom.”

I scrunched my face. “Since when?”

“No idea. Can you get one of my t-shirts, we’ll use that for the cleaning thingy.”

“Yeah,” I said, unwrapping myself from his blankets and stepping lazily toward his closet. Chris was already down one shirt due to the fact that I’d ripped my going out top just as we got home earlier. The “kickback” at Tara’s felt more like a rager and I considered it a miracle no one ended up naked. While digging around for something for me to wear, Chris had found the unopened bag of glow-in-the-dark stars, and the rest was history.

I tugged on the faded tee now, bunching the front end up in my hands as I rifled around to the back of his closet. It all smelled like him, piney with a hint of spice that makes your nose feel cold and tingly. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. “You don’t care about this one do you?” I said quickly, trying to move on.

He turned and shook his head, dark, soft curls falling around his eyes. “Toss it.” In my defense, I did my best. It’s not my fault the damn thing got flung halfway back to the door when he smacked it out of the air instead of catching it, and I told him so with a huff. “Sure, sure, blame me,” Chris said, grinning.

“I will,” I replied, bending over to pick it up.

Chris felt his chest cave in. There she was, baby hairs falling awry, his massively oversized crewneck slipping halfway off her shoulders, body lit up by the soft light from his screensaver. His knees buckled, and he stepped out to steady himself on the plush bed. She noticed - of course she did - and tilted her head. “You good there, hotrod?” Her smile was slightly uneven, like it always had been before, and Chris wanted to kiss it very badly for the rest of his life and probably after that as well.

“I’m fantastic,” he said, blinking the thoughts away from his mind.

“Okay,” I laughed, throwing the offending shirt back at him. “I’ll go get the rubbing alcohol and then can we please watch your damn show?”

“So rowdy. Yeah, hurry up.”

I shook my head and walked out of his room, turning the small corner into his bathroom and flicking on the light. My toothbrush rested on his counter. He only hung up his towels because he knew I would try to do it my way, and he hated my way. I looked at myself in the mirror.

A moment passed, filled of my own wonderings about what Chris saw when he looked at me. Was it me - the way I looked, my individual features, did they jump out at him? Some were impossible to miss…they sure did jump out at me. Or did his brain focus on other things? Did he even care how I looked, when my physical characteristics stacked up to the years of friendship we’d already put behind us, the late nights, early mornings, the adventures, the bad times…I pulled the rubbing alcohol out from under his sink before I forgot and opened up my phone. Swiping out of the “how to stick glow stars to plaster” search tab, I went to our messages.

iMessage chat with Orange Juice:

taras got a thing tonight u wanna go

You:

duh what’s the vibes?

Orange Juice:

i think just whatever im not putting on anything fancy

You:

you’re so boring.

Orange Juice:

shut up

im glad youre coming

You:

please use apostrophes, just once i’m actually begging.

Orange Juice:

thou can suck my confetti covered cock about it actually

You:

oh! taking a screenshot and sending it to mary lou

Orange Juice:

okay wait

You:

no :D get fucked, mister magic penis

Orange Juice: im glad youre coming

↪ me too. missed u tons

Orange Juice:

same

you wanna talk about canes

You:

we can, are you still feeling weird about things?

Orange Juice:

no i just wanna talk like that more with you

you’r advice was really good

You:

that’s not how you use an apostrophe christopher

Then they all arrived to pick me up for Tara’s, Chris hugged me, and we said nothing more about it. Chris. I should get this back to him. Reaching for the light, I looked for the rubbing alcohol, felt the switch with my other hand, grabbed the bottle, and flipped the lights off without looking. So it came as a terrifying surprise when I ran smack into Chris’s chest. “FUCKSHITPISSIMGONNAKILLYOU,” I nearly shouted at him, letting my hands rest on his chuckling chest, panting with the overwhelming surge of adrenaline.

“‘Fuck’, ‘shit’, and ‘piss’?” he snickered, covering my hands with his own. “That’s insane.”

I stalked past him into his room, tossing the bottle behind my shoulder - he would catch it or he wouldn’t and then I would know karma was on my side. “I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“Okay then,” Chris said, still laughing as he poured the awful-smelling stuff onto his ancient shirt, balled it up, and began to scrub his ceiling. “What took you so long in there?”

I did not want to answer him. “You’re doing it wrong,” I huffed. I climbed up onto the bed with him, reaching up to take his makeshift rag.

Chris’s mouth slid into a sly smile, and he raised it farther above my head than I could reach. “Am I?”

I stepped closer to him, pressed against his chest like I’d been before. Showing him my best doe-eyes, I whined, “Give it, Chris, please.”

His tongue swiped over his lips, both of which now hung open. Chris looked down at me and I looked up at him. The height difference was slight, but now the mere inches felt incredibly important in the moment’s silence. “What?” I whispered, barely more than a breath.

Jesus Christ, girlie, Chris groaned inwardly. She just looked so cute, and she had always been so sweet to him, and she took him to Cane’s and listened to his mostly-incoherent stream of consciousness, and she loved his brothers and she helped him hang up glow stars and she might actually be the most perfect person he’d ever met.

“Chris?” her voice, though soft, held him in a painful vice grip. “What’s wrong?”

He loosed a breath, lowering his hand and letting his arms settle around her, gathering at the small of her back. Chris pressed his lips against her forehead, resting his against it when her wrists crossed behind his neck.

“Nothin’s wrong,” he murmured, a humored smile making its way across his face. He heard his voice change with the mounting anxiety in his chest. “Jus’ like bein’ with ya, ‘s all.”

My stomach fluttered at his words. “I like being with you too, bubs.” An idea sparked in my brain, and before any of my self-preservation instincts could kick in, I dropped my hands from his neck and dug them under his arms, tickling mercilessly. Chris’s eyes lit up in a flash, cowing his back to get away from me while simultaneously making a beeline for my ribs to lay waste to them in a similar fashion.

“You little fucker!” he cackled, dancing around on the bed to avoid my hands.

“AKSPBTH, GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY!” I was shrieking with glee as we tumbled in a writhing heap on his pillows, gasping for breath while he continued his unhindered attack on my body. “ChrisChrisChrisChris-” I panted, making ultimately futile attempts to wriggle out from under him, “Please, truce, truce, I’m begging-”

Laughing still, he sat back on his knees, arms still on either side of me. Chris’s hair fell so messy above me, his chain dangling just above my nose. I gave him a downturned smile.

“Pinned ya,” he huffed triumphantly.

I lightly smacked his chest with a daring snort of derision. “Like you’d do anything about it.”

“Shut up.” Chris, still smiling that heart-wrenchingly adorable smile of his, lowered his head until our noses touched. “Hi.” He blinked his big blue eyes comically at me.

“Hey,” I replied softly, another laugh lilting quietly from my throat. I found myself enjoying this moment very much.

Chris tilted his head, hair swinging with him. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

I giggled. “Nothin’.”

He huffed, scrunching his nose and rubbing it against mine, his chain slipping over my chin, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. He tended to bring that out of me. My arms reached up to wrap around his back. “Come here,” I whispered, and as he lowered his chest to mine, I felt his arms slip up around my head. I nuzzled into his neck and held him.

We lay like that for a while, the pressure on my body soothing me, his scent engulfing me. I could get used to this.

“Hey.”

“I wanna talk about our conversation.”

“From the other night?”

“Mhm.”

“We can. Do you wanna sit up?”

“No,” he grumbled, doing it anyway.

“Poor baby,” I teased, “Your life is so very hard.” My heart felt full. Something was changing. I could sense it somehow.

Chris blushed at my words, shaking his head and hiding his gaze. He settled back against his headboard to the right side of me while I tugged a blanket up to my shoulders. “You cold?” he asked, but I shook my head.

“‘S just soft, that’s all. What do you wanna talk about?” I asked, tucking my arm under his.

Chris squeezed it and took a deep breath. “I said I wasn’t sure how I loved you. And we talked about how we don’t have much romantic love experience.”

“Mhm.” I waited for him to continue.

“And I just…” Chris laid his head on mine. “I…feel something…for you. But I don’t think it’s fair to even tell you that because I really don’t know if it’s anything more than that friend-type of love.” The sigh he let out was shaky. I stayed stock-still, unsure of what he was getting at and hoping to god my heart wasn’t about to be crushed. “And then I started thinkin’ about what you said about love…how it was like, a bunch of choices you make.” His right hand reached over, tentative and uncertain, touching the arm I’d tucked next to him ever so lightly. “And then you said a buncha’ stuff about my family but you didn’t say anythin’ about yourself.” He turned his head and looked down at me, his face dark in the soft light.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and Chris’s heart went into cardiac arrest. There was so much trust in her gaze, she might as well have opened her soul wide open for him to look at, and he wanted to drown himself in it. His lips parted in a disbelieving sigh - this girl, this woman, she’d been with him for so long, always patient, always willing to listen, she never pushed him but god did she challenge him, she made him laugh, she made him want to act better…he wanted to be a person she would be proud to know. Maybe even…maybe even someone she would want to call her boyfriend. “I care about you,” he said, his heart thumping with fear. “I don’t know if that's romantic love or not but...” he paused. God, he was so scared. “If you’ll let me…I wanna find out with you.”

And there it was - the confession. Chris had metaphorically ripped his heart from its cage and handed it to her, and he was terrified over what she’d do with it.

“Love…is waking up every day and choosing that person regardless of what the day is gonna throw at you.”

Her voice echoed in his head. Chris chose her. Even if she didn’t choose him back.

I exhaled slowly. My chest almost caved in from the weight of his words. “Chris…” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “You have…no idea…how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” I wanted to hug him, desperately, but I was afraid of breaking him. He looked so scared, scared of love, scared of messing up, scared of being less than expected or not enough…he looked so scared.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, unable to look away.

“Yeah,” I nodded, my hand moving up slowly, so slowly, to touch his cheek. Gingerly, I traced my knuckle down his stubble, and his sweet blue eyes closed at my touch. My own did their best to blink away tears, but ultimately failed.

Suddenly, the most unrelated thought occurred to me. “Chris,” I whispered, “Look at the stars.” He tilted his head up in awe at the glow stars that had stuck to the ceiling after all this time. Not a single planet loose, not a moon out of place. They covered the plaster with a hazy blue hue, casting gentle shadows down his neck.

“Holy shit,” he said with a soft laugh. “They really did stay up there.”

It all felt like one big giant metaphor to me, but maybe that interpretation was a bit on-the-nose. I elected to keep it to myself. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look disastrous with those damn tear tracks down my cheeks.

“Heyyy, hey…” Chris murmured, holding my face with both hands and thumbing the product of my overwhelming emotions away, “I got you. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” I promised. I kissed his palm on impulse, eyes darting up to his. Is this okay?

Of course it is.

I continued my ministrations, taking his wrist in hand and kissing up to the tips of his fingers, curling them down to move up his knuckles until I reached the back of his hand. He let me, a curious expression on his face. With my final kiss, I made direct eye-contact with him. He breathed out and let his hand fall, his thumb catching softly on my bottom lip, the rest of his fingers fitting neatly under my chin.

“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, his brows furrowed, his eyelids heavy, his gaze addicted to my lip, the bottom of which sprung plushly back into place when his thumb let go of it. He looked like a man starved.

I slid my fingers into the soft, loose curls at the back of his neck and tilted my head, letting his lips press so sweetly against mine. My stomach tingled, butterflies fluttering to life in my chest. Chris’s hands slipped up my back, hugging me into him, his nose pressing against my cheek as he kissed me again and again, slowly, patiently. His breath filled my mouth, and mine his. I probably exhaled a bit of my soul too. The thought made me smile and he murmured against my skin. “What is it, pretty girl?” He kissed the edges of my smile, nosing my blushed face, relishing the closeness now allowed to him.

“I just like you,” I said shyly.

He grinned, making a fist and yanking his elbow back to his side. “Yesssss.”

I erupted into giggles and he just watched me contentedly.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments to adjust my knees, I looked up to see Chris, looking like he’d been shot. “Come back…I wasn’t done,” he grumbled.

“You’re so whiny,” I teased, holding his cheeks in my hands.

He smiled impishly. “I jus’ like ya.”

“You like sitting here with me?” I asked, stroking the shell of his ear, drowning in his eyes like he was in mine.

“I like sitting here with you,” Chris confirmed, his voice gentle and low. “I want ya’ to be my girl.”

“Well, I want you to be my boy,” I huffed, grinning. “What about that?”

“I think I’ll live,” he replied, tilting his head to kiss me again.

The end.

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