#also: never met a fight she won’t try to win

[queen-scribbles]

“You’re stubborn, aren’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.”

Caterina Tenpenny, rat mom, martial arts enthusiast, fluent in sarcasm, drawn by the always wonderful @commander-sarahs-art

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Characters: Reader. Jensen. Jared. Mac. Heather. Alex. Kyle. Mike.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Heartbreak, Fluff, Angst, Couple Fighting. Rough Sex. Unprotected Sex [no just no] Breed Kink, P-I-V , Oral [both receiving] I think that's all if not lmk.

A/n: Sorry this one took forever and I'm sorry. Beginning is sad be prepared.

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Jensen

He pulled into the drive way, and parked beside Beau. He huffed, if this went bad, she would probably change his name.

He walked up to the porch, finding her siting on the porch steps.

“Hey, “He said lightly kicking the step her feet were on.

She scooted, giving him room to sit down.

“I can explain.” He took her silence as sign to continue. “She told me her dad was in the hospital. That he wasn’t going to make it. I felt bad, that’s why I stayed to talk, next thing I know she threw her arms around me.”

She stayed silent.

“There’s nothing.”

“So I got a call on my way home.” She cut him off.

He rolled his eyes, “Let me guess.”

“Yep, it was her. “ She sighed. “How did she get my number?”

“I don’t know… What did she say?”

“Oh ya know, how you couldn’t believe people actually thought we were married.”

“I never said that.”

“But you did talk to her that night, and you lied about it.”

“Yes, but I told you the truth.”

“After you lied.” She took a drink of her water. “She also told me y’all have been fuckin this whole time and how much you just loved fucking her in my cowboy hat.”

He scoffed a laugh, “Now you know that’s not true.”

She turned on the screen of her phone and handed it to him. White hot rage bubbled in his stomach as he saw a picture of Heather lying in his bed with y/n’s hat on.

“She sent 4 of different poses. You can scroll through them, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to be a smartass.” He said handing her phone back.

She swiped and turned the phone back in his direction, “Oh and there’s this one. Of you, her, and some of your band mates, the night we met.”

“She came in, had a beer, and wished us good luck. That’s it.”

She swiped again “And one of you and her at the brewery. Which I just found has a co-owner.”

Jensen huffed, “I am been trying to buy her out since the divorce. She won’t budge.”

“And correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what you wore fishing last Sunday?”

“Yes, she told me it was for the website, but it’s not like I’m holding her or sticking my tongue down her throat.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah… So that makes it all ok?” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t say that.”

The cicadas hummed as they sat there. Neither knowing what to say.

She wiped her eyes before the tears could fall. “She also said, that you told her that you hope I’m not pregnant with your kid.”

“That’s not fucking true. You can ask Jared,” He sighed. Kickoff the steps he got up and started to pace. “Why would I do half the shit I've done if I was fucking someone else, or if I didn't want a future with you?”

She stayed silent.

“And do you really think I’d cheat on you?”

“You cheated before…”

“That’s not fair.” He blinked back his tears.

“You really wanna talk about what’s fair right now?”

“Look, I know everything is all fucked up right now” He grabbed her hand and held it in both of his. “And you have more reasons to not trust me right now, but baby the things she said isn’t true.”

“Jensen..”

“Don’t. y/n don’t let her win.”

She stayed silent.

“This can't be over.”

She looked over at him, wiping the tears away from his cheek “I don’t want it to be, but how do we come back from this?”

Jensen

“Hey man,” Jared said as he sat down at the bar of the brewery

“J.P. what’s up bud?’ Jensen greeted, cracking a can of beer open and sliding it to Jared.

“Not much. How are you?”

Jensen opened another one for himself. “Eh, I’m hanging in there.”

“So, have you talked to y/n?”

“Not since Sunday,” Jensen said after taking a drink.

“It’s only been two days, just give it some time, man everything will work out.”

“You remember what I’ve told you about my luck right?!.”

“And what usually happens when I say i have a good feeling about something?”

Jensen rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Jensen lifted his head as he heard a car door, “Motherfucker.”

“Dude. Follow my lead.”

Jensen tilted his head with furrowed brows.

Jared pulled out his phone and began scrolling.

Reader

“Aw Jared.” Mac said as his name flashed on the radio screen.

“He’s probably with Jensen.” You reached for the ignore button, but Mac slapped away your hand and hit the green button

“Jay-rod!” She exclaimed. No answer. “Jared? Hello?”

New text message popped up on the screen.

Padalecki: Trust me. Don’t hang up. Please just listen. And please do not hold anything against us. We are just great actors I promise 😉 you know we love you.

You pulled into the nearest parking lot and pulled your e-brake. Mac turned the volume up.

“Hey! Heather!” Jared shouted

“You need to cut him off if he is happy to see me.”

“I’m just happy, now that y/n is gone we can finally have fun again.” Jared slurred.

Your jaw dropped.

You heard Jensen chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came to see how you were doing.”

“Better now.”

“I thought you’d be mad.” Heather’s voice got closer.

“Eh, I was at first, but I see why you did it.”

“Jared, can I talk to Jay for a minute?”

“Sure thing. I gotta piss anyway.”

You heard some ruckus and what sounded like a barstool slide across the floor.

Heather laughed. “You really need to cut him off.”

“He would have done that sober” Jensen chuckled again “So, What can I do for you darlin’?”

“Just acting.” Mac whispered as you grinded your teeth.

“Is it true? Did you guys really break up?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Thank god.”

“Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Anything.”

“How’d you get the picture in her cowboy hat?” Jensen chuckled “Man she was so pissed.”

“Promise you won’t press charges?”

“Now, would I do that to you?” Jensen said in a flirty voice, making your jaw clench again.

“Well, I kinda broke into your house. I was just going to take pictures in your bed, but I saw the hat and I knew it wasn’t yours, so I figured why not.”

“You’re an evil genius, Heather.”

“I know.” she snickered. “Hey, have you heard anything? Is she pregnant?”

“No. she’s not. How the hell did you know about that?”

Heather laughed. “I watched her the night of the pop-up. Nobody goes to a bar and orders soda unless they are pregnant.”

“God, I forgot how damn clever you are.”

“So now that she is out of the way, maybe we could.”

You heard another round of ruckus. “Jensen you need to fix these floors dude.” Jared said in his drunk voice.

“Well i gotta get going.” Heather’s voice seemed farther.

“I’ll call you later.”

“Dude. Are you really going to call her later?” Jared asked in a normal voice.

“Fuck no.”

“Did you get anything good?”

“Yes. Please tell me you were recording that.”

“No, better. y/n?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Ow.” You said when Mac nudged your arm.

“Bonnie?”

“Yes, Sasquatch.”

“Did you hear it?” Jensen asked.

“Yes.”

“What did she say?”

“She just admitted that pretty much everything she said was a lie.” Mac told him.

“Not everything.” you mumbled.

“Hey there Mac.” Jared said.

“Hello boys.” Mac said using her Crowley impression, making you laugh,

“So y/n, what do you mean not everything?” Jensen asked

You sighed. “Can we talk about it later?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Reader

Your heart pounded as your finger loomed over his contact. “Come on ” you told yourself.

You hit the green button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hey.” Jensen said as he answered.

“Hello Mr. Ackles.”

He chuckled. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better. How about you?”

“Same.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting on my couch. Having some scotch.”

“Mmmm scotch.”

“Did you take a test today?”

“Yeah.” You murmured

“Well I can tell by your enthusiasm that it was good news.” He huffed.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I don't know I just feel bad.”

“Well don't. We kinda knew it was a long shot anyway.”

“Yeah…” you sighed. “Still would of been kind of cool though.”

“Really? So you.” You heard the beep on his end. “Hey bab-” He stopped himself “Eh, y/n I gotta take this. Gimme a minute.”

“Sure.”

After a couple minutes you got antsy.

Y/n: Do you just want to call me back. Ackles: No. Y/n: Is everything ok? Ackles: Lawyer. Y/n: So I shouldn't be stealing your attention.😂 Ackles: Don't have to steal it. You always have it.

“I’m sorry.” Jensen said,

You jumped a little as his voice came through the speaker.

“You're fine. Is. Never mind not my business.”

“Frank and I, Frank is my lawyer. We have a meeting tomorrow with Heather and her lawyer.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Yes I'm gonna push her to let me buy her out.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Let's just hope she does.” He huffed “So you wanna tell me what you meant earlier with that comment?”

“The not everything one?”

“Yep. That'd be the one.”

“Well I mean she didn't. She asked me why I never came to the brewery and I said I don't know. She said because Jensen couldn't have the 2 girls he was fucking in the same spot. I know now you weren't fucking her. But you didn't tell me about her co-owning the place and apparently always there.”

“Actually she hadn't even stepped a foot in it for a year, the day our pictures came out, boom there she was. That was the day the boys and I went fishing.”

“See I didn't know that. Maybe you should learn how to open up more.”

“And invite you into all this bullshit?”

“Yes, when you are in a relationship with someone their bullshit is your bullshit and yours, theirs. If I would of known about the brewery, she wouldn't have been able to use it against you.”

“I don't know, I just got scared. And then it felt like too much time had passed. Like I was hiding it.”

“But you were.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“And she did come see you the night we met, but I guess I can't hold that against you since we weren't technically together.” your phone beeped. “And now I'm getting another call.”

“Maybe you should of just came over.” he teased

You hit the red button as you read private caller. “I need to get my number changed.”

“Let me guess.”

“Yep. I ignored it.”

“Great, now she's calling me.”

You sighed. “She's always gonna be there isn't she?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Reader

“I can not believe you talked me into this shit.” you said walking through the doors of the honky tonk.

“Trust me, I'm just as surprised at you.” Mac laughed as you followed her to the bar. “Bar keep!” She pounded her first down getting the guys attention.

“Omg is that McKinley Jane?”

“Hey Kyle, How are you?”

“Good! Girl i haven’t seen you in months.” He turned toward you. “You must be y/n. I’m Kyle.” He stuck his hand out.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Alex is here somewhere.” He said turning back to Mac.

“You know Alex?” you asked

“Yep, I know Jensen and Jared too. Jensen and I went to school together.”

“Ah, so how big of a dork was he back then?”

Kyle chuckled. “Imagine the same guy with a baby face, no beard or shaggy hair. He’s always been a dork. Great guy though.”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“So you guys want a beer? Or we have Jell-o shots tonight…”

“Give us one of each.” Mac told him. “Start a tab?” She said handing her i.d and credit card to him.

“You got it darlin’. What flavor?”

“Surprise us.”

“Hey gorgeous.” You heard Alex say as he wrapped his arms around Mac from behind. A faint sense of jealous hit you. “Hey there stud.”

You cleared your throat. Alex chuckled. “Hi y/n.”

“Oh. Hi.” You teased.

“The boys and I got a pool table in the back. Y’all wanna play?”

“If you mean kick the crap out of you let’s go,” Mac snickered.

“Thanks Kyle,” she shouted, handing you your beer. The two of you took your shots and handed for the back corner.

You and Mac followed Alex, the balls were racked and ready to go.

“So,” Alex said picking up a pool stick. “I call dibs on y/n’s partner.”

You laughed.

“Ha! I think the fuck not, bud.” Mac playful sneered.

“Did you really think that was going to work?” You asked him

Alex shrugged I thought I'd give it a shot.”

“She can't be that good.” A guy walked up beside you.

“I've known her most of my life and I've only seen her lose twice.” Mac explained. “The first time she was drunk off her ass, the second time.”

“He cheated.” You cut her off with a smile.

“Y/n, Mike. Mike y/n.” Alex introduced him. Mike nodded at you “Pleasure.”

“Same.” you told him. “Mac you break.”

“Why do you get to break?”,

“Did you rack them?”

“Yeah.”

“You know it's bad luck do break your own rack right?”

“Ok maybe you know your stuff. Doesn’t mean you're good.” Mike teased.

Mac took her shot. Nothing went in “you should of broke.” She told you shaking her head.

Mike swaggered over the the white ball. 1

He got 2 striped balls in, before missing a shot.

“Alright sweetheart. Let's see what you got.” He taunted, stepping back.

You strolled over to where the white ball was, sinking 4 balls in.

“Damn little lady.” Mike commented.

“I told ya.” Mac said

You lined up your next shot and your head dropped with a groan when you missed.

You walked over to the table and took a drink of your beer.

“Finally.” Alex teased

“So are you single?” Mike asked as stepped beside you.

“Um. Technically, but I’m really not.” you said as you watched Alex, he got 2 more balls in.

“Y/n!” You turned around finding Matt walking up to you.

“Well hello there.”

“How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“I'm good, where's Jensen at?” Matt asked

“Not sure”

“Shit! I forgot I'm sorry.”

“Your Jensen’s ex?” Mike blurted out.

His words were like a punch to the gut. You nodded, not being able to form words.

“Please don't tell him I hit on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

You and Mac looked up as your heard the commotion coming from the bar area.

“Wonder what that is...” Mac said looking at you

“I’m gonna go get another round.” Alex said. “I’ll let you guys know.”

“Oh, Grab some Jell-o shots too, baby.” Mac called after him.

“You’re up.”

Mac went over and lined up her shot, getting one ball in.

“Well I see why you always partner with y/n.” Mike teased Mac.

“Just shut up and shoot.” She joked back.

Mike got 2 balls in before he missed.

“You’re up Jaws.”

“Harty Har,” you said sarcastically. “I’ve never read that one before.”

You got the last 2 of your balls in, you line up the shot for the 8 when you heard his voice.

“I got next.” Jensen challenged.

You called your shot and made it in.

“I don’t know Jay, she’s pretty good.” Mike said.

“I’ve beat her before.”

“You cheated! And you had help from Steve.”

“Well come on cowgirl, show me what your made of.” He nodded to the empty table

“You’re on, Ackles.”

Jensen.

“So, what are we going to bet this time?” she asked as she started racking the balls.

“Hmm.. I could think of something.” He smirked as his eyebrows raised.

She rolled her eyes.

“I was talking about the next round, sweetheart.” he chuckled.

“Sure you were you perv,” she teased

“Better idea. If I win you have to come to the Dallas con this weekend.”

“Alright, And what do i get if I win?” She asked.

“I’ll take you to the Dallas con this weekend.”

She laughed, “Or…” she bit her lip as her eyes scanned him up and down.

“Alright, kettle.”

“Just shut up and break already,” she taunted.

He did sinking 2 of the solid balls.

“Damn, small balls again.”

“God, I forgot how much shit you talk when you play pool.”

She giggled as she lined up her shot.

“Yeah, but I can back up my shit talk,” she said after getting 3 balls in, making him laugh.

He lined up for a jump shot and got the ball he wanted in. “So can I darlin’.” He winked at her, he laughed again as she rolled her eyes. Jensen put 2 more balls in before missing a shot.

“Son of a bitch” She exclaimed.

“Alright, Dean calm down!” Jared said as he approached.

She let out a belly laugh. “That’s my man.”

“He has really pretty eyes.” Jared said in a high pitched voice.

“Oh my god! And those muscles.” y/n added.

“Oh and those bow legs.” Jared said as he started fanning himself.

“Alright! That’s enough,” Jensen groaned with pink cheeks.

“So, Bonnie you whooping his ass?”

“Not at the moment.” she walked around the talk “About to be though.”

“Less talkin’ more shootin’.” Jensen teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him, making him and Jared laugh.

They watched as she got 3 more balls in.

“Damn, Ackles, I think you’ve met you’re match.” Jared commented.

“I know.”

She cleared her throat when she got the last one of her balls in.

“Oh, look I’m down to the 8 ball, Jensen.”

“So much shit!” He chuckled, “Hold on, what did we settle on a bet?”

“I’m about to win and your going to change it now?”

“Were you serious?!”

“Guess you’ll have to play the game and find out.”

She called her 8-ball shot and missed.

“Wah-wah-Wah.” Jared teased her.

“Don’t you have a forest to go frolic in or something sasquatch?”

“Damnit.” She said when Jensen got his last 2 balls in.

“Which pocket you going for Jensen?” Jared asked.

“Top right.” He looked up at her, lined up his shot, and missed.

She called the 8 and made it in. She gasped. “Mac!” y/n ran over to her.

“Damn Ackles, I thought you had it,”

“Yeah, me too” He smiled as he watched them celebrate.

Reader.

“I know you threw the game.” as you approached him, playfully kicking his boot that was sticking out as he leaned on the pool table ankles crossed.

“You can’t prove it.”

“I don’t want to.”

His head lifted slightly as he laughed.

“So, how was your meeting today?” you asked standing in front of his long legs.

“Well, that’s actually why I’m here,” he sighed, “This place is for sale.”

Your jaw dropped. “So, what’s going to happen?”

“Well, since Heather and I couldn't come to an agreement. We are going to sell and spilt the offer.”

“No way!”

“Yea, It will be on the market, Friday.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?”

“Nope,” he looked down. “She won. That was the last thing she could take away from me.”

You placed you legs on either side of his and waddled over them, wrapping your arms around him. He sat his beer down and pulled you closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. You heard him inhale deeply as he nuzzled into the crook of you neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jensen, I’m sorry.”

“It will be ok, It’s just a brewery.”

“Just a brewery?! That place is your baby.”

“Well that’s two I’ve lost this week…”

“It’s my fault.”

“How in god’s name is any of this your fault?!” He reared his head back with bewilderment in his eyes.

“You were doing fine until I came along. Now everything is fucked up.”

“You didn’t fuck anything up sweetheart. She did.”

“But if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t.”

He pressed his lips to yours, cutting off your words. He rested his forehead on yours.

“I wouldn’t trade this,” he gestured to the two of you, “for anything in the world.”

You pulled his lips back to yours, his hands gripped your ass and pulled you closing. Your lips parted your lips inviting his tongue. you heard a small groan as he rolled his tongue against yours.

His nose nuzzled yours when the kiss ended. “From now on you have to be completely honest, and stop shielding me from the bullshit. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

“I promise.”

“I don’t care if I’m not gonna like it. Hiding it or lying about it is gonna make it so much worse.”

“I know.”

“Like for real Jensen Ross.”

“Wait.. Does that mean?!”

You nodded your head with a smile.

He gasped and you were off the ground in seconds, spinning around as your arms held on tight.

“Ok Jensen stop. Or I will throw up on you.”

He chuckled as he stopped spinning.

He kissed you again.

“You wanna put me down?”

“Nope.” He nuzzled your nose again.

“So you’re just gonna walk around like this?”

“Yep.”

“And how long do you really think that’s gonna last?” you asked

“For the rest of my life.”

Jensen

Somehow she managed to still kick her shoes off at his door, her lips never leaving his.

His fingers found her ass, he heard a small yelp against his lips as he lifted her off the ground.

He plopped down on the closest couch in the sitting room, He heard a light moan as her core bounced off his hardening bulge making it thrum.

Her fingers knocked his hat off as they twisted in his hair, she moaned into his mouth as she rolled her hips, making him do the same.

She broke the kiss, her fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms and leaned. Her eyes danced across his chest as she threw it behind her. He smiled, his hands gliding up her sides pushing her shirt up, Jensen threw it and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her chest to his face, kissing and nibbing at the exposed skin. He found his favorite spot. Although there wasn’t a mark there anymore there soon would be.

She inhaled sharply as he sucked and raked his teeth across her skin, just above her right breast.

“I should probably just get a tattoo of a hickey there, at this point.” She teased, making him chuckle.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he said then raked his teeth against the sensitive skin again, making her whine.

His fingers found her bra clasp next. He watched as the cool air hardened her nipples as he pulled it off, Her hips began to roll as he flicked his tongue against one, kneading the other in his palm.

A growl left his lips as she quickened the paced of her hips, making his cock throb.

She kneeled on the floor in front of him, pulling his pants down once she got them unbuttoned.

He felt her hot breath on his cock, making it tingle.

Breaths turned into pants as he watched her pretty mouth wrap around his cock.

“Fuck baby.” He cried out as she slid down his shaft.

His head went foggy as hers started bobbing. Pulling her hair out of her face he twisted it around his hand. Her eyes flashed up to him, sending shivers all over his body. He noticed the tears well in her eyes as his cock hit the back of her throat. “Baby...” he whined again. She moaned, the humming vibrations making the tension start to build in his spine.

“Damn baby.” He said trying to catch his breath. She grinned as she stood up, unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans. She straddled him again after she kicked them off her ankles.

“Um excuse me?” he exclaimed.

“Get me back later,” She whispered “right now I want you inside me.” her words making his cock throb again. He grabbed her hips as she lined his tip to his entrance.

Her pussy enveloped him as she slid down, making them both moan, as his cock stretched her tight wet walls.

His fingers tightened on her hips as they started to rock, pleasure coursing through his veins.

Heavy pants and moans filled the room as her pace quickened, making her clench around him.

She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, moaning his name as he watched her tits bounce. Fuck she was so hot.

“Baby, I'm getting close,” he warned her with a groan.

“Jensen. “ She cried out as he walls clenched tighter.

“Babe. Babe,“ he said head foggy.

He felt her cum trickle down as her pussy squeezed him, making his balls tighten. He tried to buck her off , but she pushed back down.

“For real?” She nodded as her hips started to bounce again.

He wrapped his arms around her and went a loud grunt the tension released as his warm seed coated her walls.

His muscles relaxed, as she put her lips to his.

“I love you.” he said as her forehead rested on his

“I love you too.”

Reader.

You woke to the smell of burnt bacon as the smoke detector wailed. Pulling his t-shirt over your head you made your way to the kitchen

“Jensen?!” you yelled

“It’s fine, It’s fine. I just had the stove too high.”

“Are you sure? Where’s your fire extinguisher?”

“Not necessary,” He looked over at you, doing a double take as he noticed his shirt. His eyes scanned lower as he bit his lip. “Whatcha got on under that?”

“Can you focus on the food before you burn your house down?” you quipped pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

He flipped off the stove. “I’m done anyway, mouth.” he smiled as he swaggered over to you and too the mug out of your hands

“Um, haven’t we covered this already? Taking my coffee equals violence.”

He chuckled as he sat on the counter.

“Yes but speaking of mouths, I believe I owe you.”

You gasped as his arms caught you and tossed you up on the corner. His hand glided up your thighs as his lips captured yours.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he pulled the shirt up to your collar bone. You leaned back on your hands as his mouth moved down to your breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple as his fingertips found your clit, making you cry out his name.

He lifted your ass and scooted you back to the middle of the island, Spreading your legs his head dipped down “Baby,” you moaned as he ran his togue up and down your slick sending pleasure through your veins.

Finding your clit his tongue swirled around it as he slid 2 fingers inside you. You could feel the tension start to build as he started pumping his fingers making your walls clench around them.

“Fuck Jensen.” You moaned out as he curled his fingers, hitting the sweet spot just right.

He slammed his fingers deep. “You gonna come baby?”

“Yes.” you moaned as he slammed his fingers again.

“Come on then.” He flicked his tongue against your clit. “Let me feel it.”

The tension got tighter as his tongue lapped faster.

You shivered as your climax coursed through your veins, his fingers slowed as you pulsated around them. Grinning at you he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to the edge. He pressed his lips against yours.

“You know I love you right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He spun you around once you feet hit the floor, bending you over the counter.

Pulling his sweat pants down he unleashed his already hard cock, He pushed his t-shirt up your back, lining his tip up to your entrance

“Fuck.” He moaned as he pushed inside you, grabbing your ass as he stretched you again. “You good?”

You nodded, feeling a sting on your across your backside. He drew his hips back, making you moan his name as he slammed back into you. Pleasure started coursing through you again as his pace quickened, his fingertips so tight around your hips you swore you could feel the bruising start.

You could feel the tension start building, faster than it had before as your walls squeezed him.

“Oh. So close already?” he taunted

“Yeah baby, don’t stop.” You cried out as his hand dipped between you thighs, finding your clit.

His hips went even faster, bring the tension to it’s peak, You moaned his name as waves of orgasmic bliss course through you again,

“You gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes.” you moaned, causing him to pound harder.

“Fuck.” he groaned as he pushed deep inside you, filling you with his hot pearly cum.

He spun you around again as you stood up, weaving his lips with yours as he pulled you against him.

Reader

“But babe, look at this one.” He picked up the phone off the display rack, “And it’s blue!”

“Jensen, I don’t need a new phone. Just a new number.”

“Howdy folks. Sorry about your wait. What can we do for you?”

“But, Its bigger than the one you have now.” Jensen protested.

You sighed. “Please ignore him. I don’t need a new phone.”

The sale associate’s eyes looked over to Jensen as he stepped beside you.

“Holy crap! You’re Jensen Ackles.” the young man gasped. “Oh my gosh I just love Supernatural, and you as Soldier Boy was just absolutely amazing. Oh! and Beau Arlen Just Ah.”

Jensen gave him a diffident smile and stuck out his hand “Nice to meet you…”

“Tony.”

“Tony!” Jensen repeated.

“What can I do for you sir?”

“We both need new numbers and she needs that phone over there.”

“No, I don’t.” Your argument fell on deaf ears as they ignored you.

“Alright, I just need your current phone number,” Tony said typing on his tablet as Jensen rattled it off. “And it looks like you are eligible for an upgrade. And if we were to add her line to your account you would get a discount on the phone. With the special we are running you would also get a free pair of air pods.”

“Absolutely Not Jensen!” you objected

He gave you a mischievous grin “Do that both with new numbers.”

“Alright, Let me go grab those. Did you want the pro max’s?”

“The biggest and the best.”

“This is ridiculous!” you said crossing your arms.

Jensen looked over at you poking the tip of tongue past his lips.

“Alright I will be right back.” He turned and went to the back.

“I’m paying for my phone and my line!”

“We'll see. “ He turned toward you

“We ain't seeing shit Ackles I'm telling you!” you growled turning to him.

“Oh you're telling me?” his hands slid onto your hips.

“Yes sir, I am,” You kept your arms crossed as he pulled you to him.

“You think you're big enough to be telling me?”

“Please I could take you”

“You think?” he chuckled. “Or should I bend your ass over again?”

Your eyes followed his as he looked at the table in front of you.

Your eyebrows rose as you hands slid up his chest. “I just might have to take up on that doll face.” You taunted as you stretched on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek.

““You missed.” He said pulling you back. Capturing your lips with his. Deepening the kiss as he hand grasped your hair.

Tony cleared his throat, startling you. “Um, Mr. Ackles?”

You cheeks got warm as Jensen chuckled.

“Sorry, she just can’t keep her hands off me.”

Your pursed your lips as your cheeks got warmer.

“We just got to out the sim cards in and get them set up. Do you need help moving your files and accounts?”

Jensen looked at you and you shook your head. “Nah, we got it.”

“Alright. And then are we terminating you service ma’am?” They both looked at you. “Since you are being added to his plan?”

You sighed. “I guess so.”

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[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 24.

YOU VOTED FOR A WHOLESOME FAMILY CHRISTMAS DINNER ! Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW - None! Enjoy your first Christmas together ♡ (English is not my native language)

Summary: Imagine Dean at your family Christmas dinner. (Spoiler: It's chaos and lots of adorable fluff)

Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated! And let me know whether you enjoy it so far! <3 A/N: Not me skipping prompts to post in time for Christmas. (I'll post the remaining ones over time). Also, I decided to go for a family dinner at reader's place because I've already seen so many absolutely wholesome bunker-family christmas!

24th Dec. - "Our Baby"

Dean’s genuinely nervous about this entire family dinner business. He’s not used to it and he’s secretly terrified that he’ll screw up (He plays it cool though, masking it with his usual bravado “Honey, I hunt vamps for breakfast, I think I can deal with some rug rats and a bunch of aunties and grannies.”)

You get dragged under the mistletoe at least ten times, just so he can pull you into a deep, passionate kiss

Dean and you make up a fake story about how you met, and try to sell it to your family (he’s playing the mechanic as always)

Every time your hair finally has been combed to a presentable look, Dean swoops in and ruffles it again (‘cuz annoying you is just his way of saying I love you ♡)

Dean, your dad and your uncle try to chop up the massive frozen turkey which won’t fit into the oven, while everyone else watches them swear and work through every knife and meat cleaver the kitchen has to offer (it ends up with Dean using a chainsaw - cutting through the frozen body with uncannily well practise as your dad remarks impressed (and to be honest a bit freaked))

Dean rolls back his sleeves and shoots you a discreet, knowing wink before he starts to hack the poor frozen bird into pieces

Whenever he can, he holds your hand, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb (to secretly calm his nerves)

He gives you a light, teasing push whenever you say something cheeky, meanwhile he likes to poke fun at your annoying cousin and enjoys how he can get them all riled up

Dean sneaks his arm under the tablecloth to place a hand on your thigh during dinner (and you almost choke on the meat one time when he teasingly cups you right between the legs)

He pulls you away from the family and into a quiet corner in the house, where he can press you up against the wall and kiss you senseless

You laugh at Dean as your little niece tries to climb onto his lap and he looks at you helpless (Once she's perched on his knee, he gives you a mock-annoyed side glance and quips, “Damn rug rats. We're never gettin' one of those.” But his proud smile betrays him)

The amount of times your stuck-up aunt yells “language!” across the table at Dean (And Dean savouring every time he manages to drive her up the wall)

You swat Dean’s hand away every time he attempts to steal food off your plate (He snaps at you offended, "C'mon! That meat's gonna grow legs by the time you touch it!" "It's been 5 minutes, Dean.")

You frantically try to keep Dean from starting a drunken fight by stuffing more turkey in his mouth (which just leads to an eating contest - which Dean wins, of course)

Dean and your grandpa suddenly disappear from the dinner table (Dean was getting roped into helping your grandpa with fixing his old car in the garage)

Dean tugs you by the hand to sneak away after dinner, dragging you into the bathroom to make out with you against the sink

He accidentally calls out your mom’s name while you’re in the middle of some frisky business (Dean goes crimson red, but thankfully you burst out laughing)

You try and succeed to get Dean to wear one of those awful Christmas sweaters your grandmother knit (You bribe him with pie. “I want an entire pie. Not a meager slice. Not cake. Pie. Nuthin’ less.” )

At the family photo session Dean feels a bit lost and awkward. He swiftly pulls you in front of him so he can rest his chin on your head and you can discreetly stroke his arms wrapped around your waist

You notice how Dean silently mouths the lyrics of Zep's 'Ramble On' next to you (Because he's not used to singing carols)

Dean and you steal wine in the middle of the night and get drunk on the terrace (You end up in an intense snowball fight and Dean tackling you off the terrace into a heap of snow)

You tipsily try to teach Dean how to dance when you're alone but he trips over his own two feet, which makes you trip over his feet, which leads to you both crashing into the Christmas tree your aunt had spent so much money on (You two spend the next 2 hours desperately trying to fix the damn tree before your family returns from church)

Once everyone opens their presents, Dean gently pulls you onto his lap and tells you to close your eyes. His hand disappears in his jackets pocket and moments later pushes a small object into your hands on your lap. “’Kay you can look now, honey.” he says, unusually nervous, his chin resting on your shoulder. You hold a small, palm-sized, wooden box in your hand, handmade by Dean. You push it open and your eyes widen, “Wait- are those?” You look from the gift up to Dean, mouth hanging open, “Baby’s keys?” “Yep.” He grins, “I figured it was time for you to take her for a spin. Y’know… ” His arms wrap tightly around your stomach as he pulls you further back against his chest to nuzzle his nose against the side of your face, his voice dropping to a half-whisper, “She’s our Baby now.”

Dean and you sneak out to take a drive, Dean taking shotgun while he watches you carefully run your hands along the steering wheel like he entrusted you with his most valuable possession. His face softens and even if he can’t put it in words, he’s come to realize that his most valuable possession will always be you.

Extras:

Your 5 year old nephew beams across the room, "Mummy, uncle Dean gave me a balloon!" You blink at Dean in surprise and confusion, "You gave Tim a balloon?" Dean leans back in his chair and frowns, "What? No? The hell would I-" his eyes widen and his hands move back to frantically pat down his jeans back-pockets, "Shit - Damn rug rat-" He's cut short by your cousin's appalled screams in the background, seconds later you both scramble for cover while a giggling Timmy runs around the living room with an inflated XL condom in his hands.

For some reason your cousin keeps shoving her baby into Dean’s arms, gushing all over him, “Isn’t he the cutest? Hold him, it’s your turn,” she chirps cheerfully. “I-” Dean is taken off guard and awkwardly accepts the kid. He takes on a look of panic as he stares down at it before he shoots you a death glance that says: “help me”

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1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke 10th Dec. - Barbie World 11th Dec. - Temptation ... (check the masterlist for more!)

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[fandomeic]

Very short Mohantos drabble

And not great, but I also haven't written a fanfic since 2014, so good job, Pitt. Look what you made me fuckin' do.

Dennis Whitaker, by nature of his very much empty bank account, is not one to take a bet. Usually. Normally. Ninety-eight times out of one hundred. 

Except his roommate and Samira Mohan have handed him an easy layup on a silver platter, and really, a man wants to be able to buy his own groceries, dammit. And if he so happens to have a home field advantage by way of those two idiots carrying on right in front of his dinner salad, so be it.

He loves Trinity, he does. Truly. She’s a sarcastic, acerbic, slightly older sister who was afraid to show her soft underbelly to the world. He’d start swinging for her in a fight every single time, and he knows for certain she’d have his back as well.

But Trinity Santos is also what the good Lord had in mind when he created failwhales, bless her prickly heart.

Trinity fully believes she is the smoothest operator alive when trying to flirt. Never mind the fact that Garcia, Walsh, and one of Princess’s nieces can all attest that she comes across more like a twitchy gremlin, lays it on a little too thick, and overthinks her way into accidentally causing some type of offense.

“She’s cute and she’s feisty, but she’s a fucking idiot.”

(Whitaker was a good midwestern man; he would never hit a woman, ever. But he did want Garcia’s foot to maybe be run over by a passing gurney for that comment.)

The one exception to that consensus was Dr. Samira Mohan. 

At first, he’d thought Dr. Jack Abbot was making a move on her, before he’d heard from Perlah that Abbot and Mohan were the longest running bet in the department on will they, won’t they odds.

And then he spent most of his ED rotation working under her, what with Langdon on leave, and had a chance to get to know her. She was very kind, frighteningly intelligent, the best doctor anyone alive could want to have advocating for them.

She was also absolutely fucking oblivious. And a hermit. And her apartment, the two times he’d stopped by to drop something off, was more like a solitary confinement cell than a home. Samira was feral in the way one of those gifted kids who got shoved into university at the age of five or something and had their whole entire social growth stunted was. (Which, really, went a long way to show how awesome Victoria’s social skills were, all things considered.)

The dynamic of (wo)man. Patient’s best friend, fantastic teacher, couldn’t navigate a social setting outside of work parameters to save her life.

Whitaker took the odds against Abbot. Samira was never going to “pick up what he was putting down,” so to speak, unless that old man came right out about it, and Abbot was too stubborn to do it.

His dipshit sister (again, he says this with love), however, never met a challenge she didn’t like and absolutely decided to go for it.

Only, it turned out, every part of Trinity that eventually turned off the other women she’d pursued only seemed to amuse, if not outright delight, Samira. 

Samira found her charming (weird), attentive (worrisome), and enjoyed her “gentlemanly protective streak” (fucking horrifying, if you asked him). What turned into a couple of “friendly” outings to test the waters turned into Trinity practically uhauling Samira into their apartment. 

(Not that he blamed her, Samira’s place was where all hope went to die.)

Trinity and Samira reaffirmed his faith in God, because God surely showed his works in making someone who seemed tailor-made to accept every weird ass quirk about his sister.

The only problem? 

Trinity is down bad. Like, really bad. And doesn’t seem to get that Samira is absolutely matching that spiraling anxiety about what they are in their relationship. 

He won a little money on that first bet. He’s going to win a whole lot of money tomorrow, because he waited and placed a bet on a day nobody else had, and spent the week plotting his speech to both of them, to knock some sense into his sister and Samira and get them settled.

Because, really, a man wants to eat his fucking salad in peace, alright?

(PS, the $800 he won was grocery money for weeks, thank you very much.)

[arcait]

Caitvi breakup + reunion?

18+. brief, unsexy smut under the cut. also angst

1050 words

read it on ao3

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A breakup is like the girls’ separation that we see them go through in s1, but it’s worse. Because the thing between them isn’t unspoken now - there’s no denying the pain of it all, the intense longing both Cait and Vi feel. 

Cait tells herself Vi is being stubborn: she’s the one who broke it off, spouting an obvious lie about how she needs to focus on getting Powder back, on figuring out how to help everyone she knows in Zaun. Vi had said it like she was the one who cared about being part of a cause, not Cait. 

Cait knows Vi is headstrong, and won’t be the one to try to win Cait back. Maybe Vi convinced herself of what she told Cait because she felt like she was distracted, or she was embarrassed by constantly being in the presence of snobbish Piltover citizens. Vi’s pride can be annoying, but she’ll get over herself eventually. Once she does, Cait’s anger at the other girl will have passed, and then they can get through this. Just like they have before, sort of.

Cait has to tell herself this, because the alternative is too much. 

The alternative, of course, is that Vi realized how deep in with Cait she had not only allowed herself to become, but done so enthusiastically. If one day she woke up and got psyched out by her feelings, there is nothing Cait can do. She can’t wait out Vi’s fear like she can Vi’s… ego. 

Cait can only lie to herself so much. After a month, she elects to simply stop thinking of Vi. She scribbles out hastily written notes, listens to her parents more. She also makes herself finish again and again each night, even when it’s clear her body doesn’t care to. Cait ignores the sweat on her brow, the rawness of her entrance as she pushes her fingers further in and presses even harder on her clit. 

Cait was hardly a virgin when she met Vi, but the orgasms Vi had given her were unlike anything Cait had ever felt. And Cait is as loving as she is lovely, and she wanted to share everything with Vi, especially in the heat of the moment, and so she had told her that, and Vi had smirked and let her chest puff up with pride as she smirked and said okay cupcake, let’s see how many more you’ve got in you -

So Cait makes herself cum faster and more times than Vi ever had. It’s never as hard, but Cait doesn’t mind. Or she tries not to, at least. 

~

Vi tries to numb herself after she does it, and finds it works way too well. 

She felt dirty after the fight with Cait. Guilty, like she had something wrong and was going to get in trouble. And that just pissed Vi off, because there’s no one around to scold her. She doesn’t have parents like Cait does, no one close enough to chastise or talk some sense into her. That’s probably why Vi was able to go through with what she did to Cait.

It makes Vi so, so upset that she always feels like she’s doing everything wrong. It’s such a fucking burden to carry around, and Vi doesn’t even know why she has it.

She wants it to disappear, that and the gaping feeling in her chest left behind by Cait, so she spends her time training. Vi punches the bags until her knuckles bleed through the wraps, and then she keeps going. She thinks it’ll make her tougher, strengthen her skin and condition her body into being more tolerant of the pain. That’s not what happens. Each day, without fail, Vi reaches a block, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t hit as hard as she does in a real fight.

Vi realizes the stakes must not be high enough, and she laughs bitterly. Aren’t the stakes always too high? Isn’t that why she left Caitlyn, alone in her bed wearing nothing but the set Vi had told her she liked? Isn’t that why Vi is so intent on reminding Jinx that she’s actually Powder?

Her hands are so bruised she can’t feel or move them properly. Vi becomes sluggish. Lazy.

After that, Vi tries a few times to go home with women she meets at bars. They all have dark hair, know their way around a weapon. But that numbness Vi thought she wanted so much has fully seeped in, and she can’t feel anything. It doesn’t bother Vi that she doesn’t get wet - it’s better not to, in fact, because the point of this is to remind herself that she has power, and can make someone shake underneath her. But everything is off. Vi can’t bring herself to pay enough attention to all these bodies, so she can’t tell what they like or when they’re close. Each night ends with Vi and the other girl unsatisfied and awkward.

Once or twice, Vi snakes her hand down her own pants. But nothing compares to the sheer intimacy she experienced with Cait, and Vi doesn’t think she deserves to feel that way after how she hurt Cait. Besides, she wants to prove to someone - even if it’s just herself - that she doesn’t need to feel good. Feeling good is a luxury. And luxuries aren’t for Vi. They’re for people like Cait. 

~

It takes awhile for them to trust each other when they get back together. It isn’t pretty, it’s messy and imperfect and they fight more often than not. They’re apart five months, not long in the scheme of things, but it feels like they have to re learn everything. 

But they make it. Cait is somehow even more patient, and Vi makes it a mission of hers to be understanding. When Vi shows up in Piltover, Cait makes her swear that she will never leave her again, not a third time, because Cait doesn’t know what will happen to either of them if Vi walks away. 

And when Vi nods, Cait does something that she hasn’t does in five months.

She smiles. Exhausted and relieved, Cait thinks she might be happy. And then, she takes Vi’s hands. They’re more bruised than Cait remembers, but she couldn’t care less.

[akisangelss]

always - timeskip!oikawa x reader

chapter 1 - Reassurance

in which your anxious husband FaceTimes you from the Olympic village in need of some reassurance.

content warning: none lol

word count : 876

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You had always known that volleyball was the most important thing in Oikawa Toru's life. It was a fact as irrefutable as the sun rising in the east. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you, he did, deeply,but volleyball was his first love, the passion that consumed him. And you were okay with that. You could live with being second to the sport because you knew how much it meant to him.

In your three years of marriage, you had also learned two other things about him: he was the most sensitive person you had ever met, and he wasn’t a genius. These traits, while endearing, also posed challenges. His sensitivity meant he felt everything deeply, from the victories that sent him soaring to the defeats that crushed his spirit. And while he wasn’t a genius, he was hardworking, determined to outplay those who were with sheer effort and willpower.

It was the night before the Olympic final, and Toru was going to face Japan. You were in Argentina, the time zone difference making it a late evening for you, but you had stayed awake, knowing that he would call. The reason you couldn’t be with him was bittersweet. you had just given birth to your first child, and although you wished you could be there in person, travelling with your newborn daughter Airi seemed impractical and exhausting, keeping you grounded in Argentina.

When your phone rang, you answered immediately, eager to hear his voice. Toru’s face appeared on the screen, and even through the small pixels, you could see the anxiety in his eyes.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Are you busy? Is Airi asleep?”

“Never too busy for you. And I just put the little angel down for a nap,” you replied with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m... nervous,” he admitted, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I wish you both were here. I’ve been thinking about her a lot, you know? How much she’s grown already, and I’m missing it.”

“She misses you too,” you said gently, your heart aching at the thought of the distance between them. “But she’s so proud of her daddy, and so am I.”

He managed a weak smile, though the worry lines on his face didn’t ease. “I’m scared,” he admits hesitantly, his voice trembling slightly. “Facing Japan... it’s huge. What if I’m not good enough? They have Kageyama and Ushijima on their team. I’m... I’m not a genius nor am I an athletic monster like those two, you know that.” "I've worked so hard to get to this point in my career. Shit, I even gave up my Japanese citizenship for this. I need this win so much."

You leaned closer to the screen, as if you could reach through it to hold him. “Toru, you don’t need to be a genius to win. You’ve never been a genius, and that’s what makes you so special.”

He looked at you, confusion and doubt mingling in his eyes. “How does that make me special?”

“Because,” you began, “you’ve always had to fight harder, work more, push yourself beyond your limits. Geniuses might have talent, but you have something they don’t, determination. You’re not just playing on the same platform as them; you’ve built your own platform, brick by brick, with your hard work and resilience. You’ve always been able to do that.”

His eyes softened as he listened, his expression shifting from doubt to something more like hope. “But what if I fail?”

“Then you fail,” you said simply, “but it won’t be because you didn’t give it everything you have. I’ve seen you do incredible things, Toru. You’re capable of fighting against anyone, genius or not.”

He was silent for a moment, absorbing your words. “I just... I don’t want to let everyone down. My team, our fans... you. Our daughter.”

“You could never let us down,” you said firmly. “All I want is for you to play with your heart, the way you always do. Win or lose, we’ll both be proud of you. And you should be proud of yourself too, no matter what happens tomorrow.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You always know what to say.”

“That’s because I know you,” you replied, smiling back. “And I believe in you. And so does Airi, even if she’s too little to say it.”

Toru took a deep breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will,” you said, your voice filled with love and confidence. “Now get some rest. You’ll need all your energy tomorrow.”

“I will. I love you,” he said softly, his eyes filled with warmth.

“I love you too,” you replied. “And so does your little girl.”

At the mention of her, Toru’s smile grew a little brighter, the thought of his daughter giving him strength. “Kiss her goodnight for me?”

“Always,” you promised.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Heyo! Just asking

Would you mind writing Yandere Noah Vs Yandere Mike from total drama? Thankssss! :>

Hellooo! Thank you so much for this fun request, so happy I was finally able to get this out! Also, I loooove your Radlynn theme, I loved playing the Papa Louie games so much growing up ^v^ enjoy !

YANDERE! NOAH VS YANDERE! MIKE HEADCANONS

Two guys fighting over you? My! How would that turn out?

Well, Noah would try to impress you with his intellect, Mike tried wooing you with his natural sweet personality.

Of course, you never thought these gestures had a bigger meaning than what met the eye.

Typical (Y/N).

A few months after the...season of All Stars aired, Chris wanted to throw a celebration reunion party for both casts before the brand new cast of Pahkitew Island was publicly introduced.

Noah and Mike were two of the many that didn’t want to go, but having the fact they were obliged to attend by their contract megaphoned, they soon put together that if this whole thing was mandatory for everyone, you would definitely be there.

Even if it wasn’t, you were a sweetheart, so you would’ve attended anyway.

Everyone was there alright, around their respective friend groups, and there Mike was, suspiciously having an exorbitant smile on his face for someone who wasn’t accompanied by anyone.

Noah knew the cause all too well, and takes it to confront him.

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

Still a coward, huh?,“Ohh wow, that obvious lie came with that gap in your teeth? Take this as a warning, Mike. Unless you wanna make that gap bigger, back up trying to test your mediocre pick up lines on (Y/N) and you won’t have any more problems than what you already have to deal with.” his finger spiked into the taller male’s chest,“You have no chance with a girl that’s out of your generation, let alone out of your league.”

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Noah!" said guy’s attempt at intimidation massively backfiring with Mike putting a hand to his own burning chest,"See, even though I'm Mike first and personalities second, the...feeling (Y/N) gives me is so intense, it's actually taking a better effect on me than the medication my psychiatrist prescribes me!"

How lame.

The high IQ rolls his eyes at Mike’s pathetic attempt at love,"You know your identity disorder soooo well. You of all people should know that's illogical, but I was right. (Y/N) really does have a moron lusting after her."

"Wow! Can't believe you finally got around to realising how dumb you are!"

Noah’s glare deepens in his face as Mike’s smile grew. These conversations were getting boring,"Why don't you go back to nosebleed hair? I'm sure she's missing you terribly bro." Surely that would kick some alarm into him. That desperate friendless girl had to be looking for him.

Strangely, he was still all happy,"Oh! I called things off with Zoey!” Oh. No wonder why he’s not slighted.

Damn your humanity, Zoey. You couldn’t entertain this idiot for another season?

He takes out his hideous handmade accessory,“I took my necklace back, so I can cherish it to (Y/N) instead!" Poor girl.

No way you could love someone that lacked the decency to reserve his affection- I mean, Noah loved you from day one,"Gee even I'm offended you think a second hand thing is the best you can give to my (Y/N). You are so totally rich. Medication funds put you in debt much?"

"Actually, they were free, but you are right about one thing! Not fair to give something someone else had. I'll make her another! Bigger and better! Like my love for her." he kept getting more and more ideas.

Can he afford to keep up?,"Don't go over budget."

"Hah! Seems like you suffer from a memory disorder. Thanks to my win, I never have to worry about budget again!... How many seasons did you win again?" Mike asks, his smirk still the same, but his words this time around were coiled by a pleather of travesty that had forced Noah to face a stinging truth he hated to admit, hissing a response in avoidance.

“Cram it, blockhead.”

Mike was about to blow a comeback, when suddenly your goddess figure graced both of them with your presence, switching their rivalry selves to civil friends.

"Enjoying yourself over here, boys?"

"Oh, totally." Noah waved, that totally being true for once.

"Never been better (Y/N)!" Mike threw you a thumbs up.

“Aw! Great!” you gushed in delight at the two,“It’s so heartwarming to see you guys getting along so well especially since we come from different casts!” You’re...happy. 

You’re happy at them... Them...getting along? Yes... Yes, we do get along! Mike wants to be the one to amplify your joy by encompassing Noah’s neck around his arm, a perfect time to suffocate him, yet so far,“Oh, yeah!” he could feel the malice blaze in Noah’s eyes, but he wouldn’t dare try breaking out his grasp if it meant keeping you happy. It was just as despicable for him,“It’s real nice speaking to the competitors from earlier seasons! You can learn so much.”

The hidden venom irked the trapped male, making it ten times harder to hold back his sly tongue. But you were there... (Y/N), too pure to taste any hate, had rewritten the entire muscle of his jaw. 

“Yeah, what...” for (Y/N), for (Y/N), for (Y/N),“He said. Guy’s more lovable than Owen.” Big fat lie. But you were pleased.

“Aww! Well, I’ll leave you two be. See you later!” even when you had rolled the distance, your words were still as sweet as blood itself.

How caring you are.

Mike makes the immediate move to aggressively shove Noah away from him. 

An awkward silence sits in as the ugly nature of their opposition unravels in the air, Noah being the first to emerge,“You’re still here?”

Mike’s smile finally drops in a confused line,“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dunno. Thought after seeing for yourself that (Y/N) has zero interest in you, like none whatsoever, you’d get going.” His blood vessels bloated in hatred under his skin.

How come? I’m the one that made our “friendship” more believable to her,“How could I after she gave me that smile?” saying that revived his one.

“Mhmm, that smile was totally for you. Get realistic!” No amount of verity could crush that delusion Mike had, which increasingly agitated Noah,“(Y/N) will never love you. Never.”

“There’s no never in that smile, Noah! The way you cope with denial is really cute!” See? This freak was enjoying it.

Noah sighed. Guess it’s what you have to do when you lose a game of love. Really unfortunate for him, this was very rewarding.

The man with sarcasm for a name turned his back to take one of the knives available from the cutlery table. He slid his finger up and down its shiny blade, remembering all about why he stayed in this meaningless party for this long. His chagrin is cut short.

At the same time, Mike discreetly checks his blazer pocket to ensure he still had his one occupying within. A similar sick with the strings of heart quivers its way onto his reddening lips.

(Y/N)...(Y/N)...

Things were about to get interesting.

[sugutoad]

matchup for @liebgotts-lovergirl

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON MATCHUP

I ship you with… Harwin Strong. Also known as Breakbones, Harwin is considered as one of the strongest men in the Seven Kingdoms, but most importantly, he is kind. And for you? You don’t need a warrior to fight for you, you need a man strong enough to stand beside her. You need someone solid, dependable, safe. Harwin is that kind of man. Where you are a dream wrapped in rose quartz, Harwin is earth and hearth. Steady. Grounding. You are your protector, not your captor. He doesn’t romanticize your pain nor bring it up, but he understands it. He listens. You’ve never met a man who listens like him.

HEADCANONS

The first time he meets you is when he steps between you and a drunken lord who won’t take the hint. Upon seeing Harwin, you expect him to scream at the lord and put him in his place. He doesn’t. He simply says, “She said no”. You stare at him, waiting for the catch, but there isn’t one. He just nods and walks away. The next time you see him, he offers you a piece of honeycake and says nothing about the incident. You fall a little in love that day.

He has a way of knowing when the crowd is too loud and too much for you. His hand will brush your back, so soft and barely there, but as a reminder to you that he’s close. He doesn’t drag you from the ballroom. He waits for you to decide. And when you slip out the side door, he’s already leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

You trace the scars on his hands like they’re constellations and he gets slightly flustered. He has only ever let you touch him so… so intimately.

When he’s injured, bloody and bruised, no one can get you away from his side. You pace around the room and snap at the maesters. You hold his hand while whispering prayers in every tongue you know. When he finally opens his eyes and rasps your name, you cry so hard you forget to pretend you’re not afraid.

He brings you wildflowers that remind him of your eyes. You smile as if it was a small gift you would accept, but you always press them into your spellbook to keep them safe.

You steal his cloak and it swallows you whole. On nights when he’s away, you wrap yourself in it and pretend his arms are around you. 

He lets you braid protection charms into his hair before a tourney, before kissing the spot behind his ear where the braid ends. He always holds you afterwards, whispering that he feels invincible. And everytime, he wins for you. 

Although he would never deliberately do anything to upset you, it is a norm for ladies to gawk and stare at him, especially when he trains. You try to not be a jealous person, but sometimes it is harder to keep those feelings in. Harwin always pulls you closer for everyone to see that he is yours. 

Ship Tropes

knight  x lady

hurt/comfort to the maximum degree

quiet pining

Ship Songs

The Night We Met by Lord Huron

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

The Moon Song by Karen O

HOUSE

You are a Dayne, through and through. There’s a gentleness to you that hides a fierceness within. You are romantic, wistful, and deeply emotional — traits often linked with known female Dayne characters. People mistake your softness for weakness, but you were raised where the sword Dawn was forged. Your love is sharp if you need it to be. You are fiercely protective of those you care for, and though you crave tenderness, you are never truly defenseless. 

MOONBOARD

[moooosh]

one thing about me is i am not watching ahsoka

read more for my great concept

this is very much an au. like very much. and also. very long.

so ezra and thrawn are stranded for about a year, and they’re not just in one place, they move from planet to planet trying to get to the ascendancy. you’ve probably read it many times, they become unlikely allies and then maybe perhaps friends. ezra also finds a kyber crystal, but doesn’t build the lightsaber since something is telling him not to. either they get to the ascendancy or it gets to them but that’s where they end up for the next five years. during their year thrawn taught ezra cheunh and very much how to be a strategist and tactician. thrawn wanted them to get along, but didn’t expect such close camaraderie to come out of it. girl let’s face it, if there’s one thing ezra can do it’s make friends. and ezra was also not the only one learning here, thrawn definitely loosens up and starts understanding the rebellion and how they had so much heart. and ezra brings out something (fatherly tendencies) in thrawn, and thrawn learns to let his guard down, at least around ezra. the alliance was formed before the genuine trust was, but once they get to the ascendancy the trust is definitely there. they make a goooood team. thrawn plans and ezra carries out, improvising on the way (ar’alani and eli hate this and thrawn pretends to).

ezra stays to help the chiss with the grysks, and also to see what’s up with the navigators. it takes a while before he can spend any time with them, but the constant risking his life against the grysks does help build trust with ar’alani. on one of his missions he finds another kyber crystal and this time he does build the lightsaber, and it’s like mauls but can also break apart into two. (if you think this is over powered maybe consider that i love him and he deserves it). he pretty quickly forms a bond with one of them (the one in the art, she’s unnamed if u have any ideas tell me) and she’s not his padawan by any means, but he does train her.

anyway five years pass and he sees his work there is done, and leaves (his new home) the ascendancy with his not-padawan. he’s ecstatic to go back home, but there’s also this great fear that he won’t be needed anymore. everyone’s excited to see him and asks him about where he’s been, but he never quite tells the truth. he thinks they won’t trust him if they learn he’s been out working with one of the rebellions greatest enemies for years. and let’s face it, some rebels probably won’t trust him, so he keeps a tight lid on what happened. he’s better at hiding things now, but sometimes he’ll look up over his shoulder for advice or approval and be met with nothing, and he can never quite hide his disappointment. there’s no one he can share his sadness with either, how do you tell someone you miss (your weird uncle) your old greatest enemy (your older brother), when they’ll never really understand it. the only person who understands is his not-padawan, and you can’t really rant to a 9 year old. what people notice more, though, is how much he’s changed. he’s more serious. stands up straight during meetings, giving input that no one else would have thought of, saving the rebellion on multiple occasions. and it’s not that thrawn made him smart, he was always been smart. but he used to rely on being underestimated. and the chiss don’t appreciate that, they appreciate strength. he had to be more upfront about his strength and intelligence over there, and it carries back to the alliance. he’s sharp, wins arguments and changes minds, and hera can’t be more proud of her kid but also can’t be more confused at where he learned that. he tells her, more than others, but he leaves out the times thrawn would carry him back from fights he shouldn’t have picked, and they way he taught him how to win them next time. they also don’t get how he’s become fluent in two more languages in six years, the one he talks to that girl in and the one he curses in (sy bisti, learned it to listen in on thrawn and eli and it became one of his biggest regrets). he knows he’s back where he belongs, but it’s hard, especially when there’s some other jedi around now. he does not exactly get along with luke. luke luke is very much in awe of him, he’s always heard of this other jedi who made a great sacrifice, and just wanted to meet him. ezra knows he’s really not what luke expects, he’s not a perfect jedi at all, he’s a grey one. he tries not to be around luke so he doesn’t disappoint him, but helps him train when asked. his fighting style has also changed, become less of a lightsaber form and more of a mix of everything that influences him. the chiss techniques always get him a win, no one has a clue what he’s doing when he pulls them out. he’s also not what jacen expected either, but it a much different way. ezra’s been working with kids for five years, and jacen was not expecting an expert older brother. that’s all i’ve really got, feel free to do what ever with this, just tell me cuz i wanna see.

oh also they have great healthcare on ar’alani’s ship and that’s where ezra got his top surgery

[parisian-nicole]

GarVez Ficlet: Grudge Match

*I made this image and ficlet for entertainment purposes only.*

“This is stupid,” Garcia proclaimed as she stood with her friends and co-workers watching the scene before them with a disgusted look on her face.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly sparring match,” JJ who stood beside her replied as she gently nudged Penelope with her elbow.

“But they’re not friends,” Garcia countered.

“Good, then we might get some blood,” Tara chimed in excitedly as she clapped her hands already cheering even though the event hadn’t started. She turned to her left when she noticed Garcia was staring at her with a horrified look. “What, it’s boxing and there’s usually blood.”

“It’s stupid,” Garcia repeated her earlier assessment. “Why are they even doing this, and why are we here watching?”

“When Luke, Tyler, and myself were out the other day chasing a lead we had a little stake out and we got on the subject of boxing somehow,” David Rossi explained. “Well, it turns out that all three of us have done some competitive boxing back in the day. We all started sharing our accolades and well here we are. Oh, and this won’t be a friendly sparring match,” He said disagreeing with JJ. “It’s a grudge match, and there will definitely be some blood,” He added with a crooked smile. Prentiss, who was beside him, nodded in agreement as she watched the three men in the ring.

“What? Why do you think it’s a grudge match?” Garcia questioned. “I mean, I know Luke wasn’t too happy with how Tyler went rogue during the Sicarius case but I don’t think he’ll try to beat him bloody over it.”

“Oh, my sweet Bambina,” Rossi cast her a gentle smile. “This has nothing to do with the Sicarius case. It’s all about ‘you’,” Garcia’s brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at the man who was a father figure to her. She then noticed that the others were looking at her and nodding in agreement.

“Me? What about me?”

“My God, Penelope,” Tara groaned out as she lifted her face upward as if she were asking the Lord to give her strength. “Luke is in love with you.”

“No, he’s not,” Garcia scoffed at the nonsense she was hearing.

“Yes, he is,” Prentiss’s stern voice spoke out and the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes left no room for argument.

“And he has been since he met you,” JJ tacked on. Garcia stood there with her mouth agape in shock as she looked at each of her friends. She truly had, had no idea. Sure, she thought ‘maybe’ he had interest when he had asked her out that one time. Then she realized from how he had acted and looked at her on their date, that he had regretted asking her out. So, she let him off the hook by telling him they were better off as frenemies.

“Bu…But on our date, he was-”

“Nervous, and scared he was going to fuck it up,” Rossi cut her off. He had inside information because he and Luke had talked about the date. He knew that Luke had been crushed when Penelope had told him he wasn’t her ‘someone’. Rossi also suspected why she had said that. It was because she had been hurt so many times that her brain wouldn’t allow her heart to lead again. It shut down what it was sure would be another heartbreak, never opening itself to the possibility of a happily ever after scenario. “What you interpreted as regret was simply fear.”

“Oh,” Garcia replied as she turned her gaze to where Luke stood in the ring listening to the ref tell them the rules. In her mind’s eye, she replayed their date and began to realize that she probably had misread things. “Wait, then we have to stop this. Luke can’t fight Tyler for some grudge over a complete misunderstanding.”

“Yes, he can,” Tara interjected. “Besides, we’ve all bet money on Tyler to win.”

“WHAT!?!” Garcia exclaimed in surprise and outrage. “How could you bet on Tyler to win? You just said Luke has a grudge against Tyler because of me, and … and, Luke is family.”

“All true, but Luke isn’t going to ‘win’. Yeah, he’ll get his shots in but he won’t actually beat the crap out of Tyler. More than likely he’ll let Tyler win,” Prentiss said.

“And why would he do that?”

“For you,” Rossi answered. “Luke thinks Tyler could be your someone, and he wouldn’t beat the guy up if he thought it would hurt you or cause you stress. Also, there’s no way in hell he’s gonna beat Tyler bloody and run the risk of you taking him home to kiss his boo-boos,” He said with a chuckle as the others also smiled and nodded to that testament.

“So, you’re all betting on the fact that Luke will throw the fight because of me. Well, I want in on the action and I’m all in on Luke,” Garcia announced.

“Twenty bucks, I’ll get it to Berkley, he’s handling the pot,” Tara replied.

“Berkley in accounting? How many people are in on this bet?”

“There are folks from every floor,” JJ said.

“Why do you think there are so many in here right now, just for a ‘friendly sparring match’?” Rossi threw in, and Garcia finally glanced around the room and it was rather packed with folks still walking in.

“All betting against Luke?” Garcia asked a bit miffed at the thought of it.

“Not all, but most. At first, the majority were going to go with Luke but when they noticed how our team was betting, they figured we had inside knowledge and changed their bets,” Tara said. Garcia frowned at what she was hearing and at the idea that Luke would throw the fight for her. The more she thought about it the more she knew they were right because that was the kind of friend Luke was to her, but there was more to it than that and she knew it. Luke always treated her with so much regard, respect, and care. Could the others be right, was he in love with her? She knew there was only one way to find out.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” Garcia said as she moved from their seats and made her way to the ring. The others watched curiously as Penelope called out something to Luke. Luke moved to the ropes, slipped through them, and dropped down from the ring to where Garcia stood. He leaned into her as she whispered something into his ear. When he moved back his face looked awestruck as he stood there watching while Garcia moved back to her seat and the others. The ref snapped Luke back to the event and he climbed back into the ring. Luke and Tyler moved to their respective corners as the fight was about to start. Garcia had made it back to her seat just in time. The bell dinged and both men moved from their corners with their gloved hands up. When they were just a few feet apart, Tyler stepped in, Luke swung, and Tyler dropped hard to the canvas out cold. The bell rang again as the ref and the ringside doctor checked on Tyler. The ref then moved to Luke and raised his hand in victory.

“What the hell just happened?” Tara spoke out as she and the others, save Garcia, all stood looking on in disbelief.

“Our boy, Luke, just got a TKO,” Rossi replied with a hearty chuckle as he applauded and whistled to the victory.

“What in the world did you say to him?” JJ asked as she looked at Garcia with wide eyes and a huge smile on her face.

“I told him that Tyler was not my ‘someone’, but I think that he could be and the sooner he ended the fight the sooner we could go discuss it over dinner,” Garcia said with a smile and slight shrug of her shoulder as she watched Luke make his way over to her.

****

The End

[doxycideme]

I know no one is listening and I’m kinda just screaming into a void, but I just need to get this off my chest.

When I was a child, I remember watching the tv at my grandparents house on election night and seeing Obama overtake McCain and win the presidency. I remember my parents being proud for having voted for something good and standing up for citizens and not just rich people. I felt so lucky to have parents who knew what mattered and who had helped vote in someone making history.

Over the years I grew wary of any president- you don’t get to that position as a good person and you don’t always make good and kindhearted decisions. That’s just the way the world works. But I also had to see my parents consume around-the-clock Fox News, misleading Facebook posts and more. I saw them lose their parents and siblings and deal with a lot of heartbreak. Back then things weren’t as bad, but by 2016 they were openly saying they’d be voting for the person who “would fix the country and drain the swamp”. I thought it’d be okay, that he so obviously wouldn’t win compared to someone who had a background in politics and qualifications.

And then he won. At the time I was with my then girlfriend in our freshman year of college. We cried as other students blasted USA themed songs and waved flags around campus wearing maga hats. She stopped holding my hand January 2017 and said she was afraid we would be victims of hate crimes. I was too. A couple months followed where I was cheated on, emotionally destroyed, isolated from my friends and sisters, physically hurt, controlled to a finite degree and then by summer I was broken up with and had to start at 0.

During this time I witnessed my parents change. Conversations started happening about getting “illegals” out of the country and how “those black people are always so violent with police”. I saw my father start backing laws that would limit women’s right to choose and make frankly disturbing jokes that some people might call “locker room talk”. I saw my sisters see the same things and move out and away, but I couldn’t afford to. I saw more and more hate and distrust by the day.

When Biden won, it felt like a reset. Don’t get me wrong, I do not like or trust him, but it felt like I could breathe for the first time since 2016. I saw people celebrating and being more kind. All the while I saw my parents and extended family members fall deeper into the political void of propaganda. I started to try to correct them and was often met with screaming and being made fun of. My aunt and sisters were there with me on holidays and tried to help, but there was just a wall of resistance. Still I thought it would get better. I thought that since he was being convicted and so many horrible things had come out and we had someone so competent running for office that he would never be in office again. That it would end.

And then he won again.

I’m still fighting. I try to tell them that it’s my rights as an LGBTQ woman on the line. That it’s the rights of everyone on the line. That a good religious person would never have the beliefs they do. It doesn’t work. I can’t afford to move out even if I needed to. I hear comments about women’s health and being “baby murderers”. I hear extremely racist and sexist things only to be told that it isn’t what I’m hearing. I hear that the millionaires and billionaires have worked hard for what they have and they deserve to live the way they do while we can barely afford to keep the house. I hear that I don’t understand, that I’m too young, that I don’t know anything about the world.

Today they were having a conversation about Trump again. They were talking about my aunt calling worried about the future; how she doesn’t get the “asshole” is about to leave office and the “bitch” won’t ever be president. They said she should be glad and dad doesn’t want to listen to his sister “whine about politics for four years” as if she and I and my sisters aren’t genuinely fearful for what’s to come. I told them I didn’t want to hear it and that I won’t want to for years. In response I got yelled at, told that I’m annoying and that I need to be shut up, and told that they can’t listen to me “this one” anymore.

I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to get them back to what I remember as a child. I’m tired of feeling like an outsider in my own home. I’m tired of being scared and depressed. I’m just tired of it all and I kinda want to run away, change my name and never talk to anyone I know ever again. Not that I will, but maybe it’d be nice.

[kennan73888]

A Dinner Reunion II

“Delicious, I do say so myself.”

Azran sucks a few tips off his fingers, as if he’s enjoying every piece left in his mouth. However, Rhian cuddles herself while goosebumps cover her whole body, unable to forget the aftertaste unless something replaces it.

“Cheer up, my dear. What if I make it up for you? Because I’m now craving for some chocolate.” Azran’s suggestion sounds great, but Rhian feels like she’s not trusting this ‘treat’ of his. “Oh, please. Don’t make that face. I’m done fooling with you today.”

A young man who wore a mask that expressed an unpleasant grin came from behind, moving a seat beside them. Which surprises Azran when this gentleman comes out of nowhere. Without ignoring this man’s existence, Azran’s eyes met directly with his, and he noticed a tall woman behind that man.

“It’s rare to see you here, Eric. And your daughter?” Azran smiled, now concentrating on the woman.

“Always the same, no emotion, empty.”

“This meeting isn’t a coincidence. What brings you to me?”

“There’s someone I’m seeking, and it isn’t just one. More than a group, or hundreds, I believe. I saw in my own eyes that they opened the gate by sacrificing a couple of people, including children. Maybe, someday, they’ll roam freely through those gates.”

“That, you need my help.”

“Yes.”

“Ah, I see…” Azran nodded, understanding what he was aiming for. “You’re not worried about those men or who can access any of those realms. Your interest is what is in their possession. Am I right, Eric?”

Eric chuckled, then said, “You’re never wrong. Still the same as ever. I want you to keep me in touch if you come across them. That’s all I need.”

“What if I don’t?” Azran smirks, waiting to see how he’ll take it. The mask Eric wore made it less impressive, but Azran enjoyed the silence. No replying, so he continued, “You once were my apprentice, and still are. Unfortunately, Eric, I’m sitting out on this one. Don’t get me wrong. I’m desperately worried about the gate, but… I’m getting old.”

Getting old or not, there is not an ounce of wrinkles on Azran’s face. The main issue here is that Eric was his apprentice. The same goes with his other apprentices out there. Chances are, they’ll meet and have little quarrels when one has their own aim to accomplish. Azran hates putting down his foot between them. He can gain nothing in these situations by dilly dally offering a hand.

Creepily crawling over, Azran’s hands were red liquid as he saw them, getting into his sleeve but were destroyed by slamming his hand on it. The table wiggled while all eyes were on them. A deep growl came from Azran’s throat, then settled, widening his lips.

“Sorry to disrupt your meals, ladies and gentlemen,” Azran apologized, standing then bowing. “Please, continue.” He went back to sitting on his chair, then glared at his apprentice. “You know you won’t win if you try anything on me.”

Eric chuckled unpleasantly. “I’m only playing with you. Don’t be too exaggerated, master.”

“Playing, you say.”

There’s an urge in Azran wanting to smash this man’s skull, but resist, causing any ruckus it needs to be. He kept quiet, then glanced at the daughter, who also seemed on edge as if keeping herself from doing exactly as he had in mind. Then he saw Eric’s hand, holding one of hers and slowly easing her temper.

“Guess it’s time,” Azran smiled, then stood up. “Neither of us is ready to hold a fight. Better for us to depart before things get worse, Eric.”

Azran left without giving them a second glance, then exited the restaurant. Disappearing then appeared in his library, sighing but not expecting to meet Eric. Rhian, who’s absent through the entire conversation, suddenly pops at his face, floating upside down, which gives him a fright as he clutches his chest and deep breathing.

“Who’s that? I don’t remember seeing him before.”

“Eric Gilbert Jacques Corniea,” Azran said, calming himself before continuing, “The seven-year-old king.”

“Oh… Him…” Amor nodded in a mumble, adding some displeasure. “He doesn’t seem to be the Eric I know. The Eric we saw way back then had a flock of red hair with a strong heart. And… It’s completely gone.”

She’s right, but there’s nothing Azran can do about him. That boy, he watches him grow into a fine King, leading a well-trained army through a battlefield but abandoning that life to be a scientist. An insane one, which Azran would add to that. Eric’s method is unpredictable, and hard to judge if he’s an ally or not.