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softtcurse · 2 years

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Wants Sunlight

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Night 5 of Jack’s Austin, Texas showed started off. You were sitting on the sidelines near the front of the stage with Urban and The Homies, they had finished opening for Jack. A laminated VIP pass was around your neck designed specially for you, so you could go in and out as you please. Sometimes you needed a break from the crowd as it gets hot and Jack always made sure you were taken care of. It’s one of the many things you loved about him.

“You okay!?” Urban yelled at you through the sound of the crowd cheering. Jack was currently singing ‘Sundown’ and that always made the crowd go wild. It wasn’t even the panties being thrown on the stage floors that was distracting you, it was all him.

Your flared jeans and silky crop top was keeping you cool and really the only thing keeping you sane as you watched Jack do his thing on stage. The crowd singing back at him, more so yelling back at him.

“Yeah Im fine” You grinned and nodded, patting Urban on the back. “You just take you pictures! Get his good angles” You teased and laughed when Urban rolled his eyes at you. You two’s relationship was a very close one, almost like bestfriends. When you traveled with all of them it only bonded your relationship closer.

Sundown came to an end, and Jack grinned at the crowd. Pointing at random fans and reading signs, something he usually did when he wanted to interact with them to prep for the next song.

“Choke me daddy” Jack pointed at a sign. His face in pure faux shock, they’ve said crazier things to him. It was just funny to tease them sometimes. “No gag reflex? What?” Jack laughed and waved his hand with the hand that wasn’t holding the mic. “Alright, Alright. I wanna talk to you and be real for a second. As y’all know, my girl YN is here tonight” Jack locked eyes with yours. You blew him a kiss and the smirk that graced his stupid sexy ass face made you want to jump his bones then and there. He knew what he was doing to you.

“And I thought of a funny little story, back when he first started messing with eachother in 2019” Jack started, opening a small water bottle and taking a sip of it. He paced the state slowly, the crowd intently listening on what he was saying next. “Keep in mind, I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in my life up until then, no one caught my eye like she did, it was incredible. Anyway, the first time me and YN ever had sex Urban and his girlfriend Ree walked in. Most shameful moment in her life, so she tells me. I remember I was going innnnnn” Jack exaggerated. His infamous laugh echoing as his fans cheered. Your cheeks were hot as you looked over at Ree. Her eyes wide as she stared at yours. You weren’t mad at all, you laughed along with him. It didn’t catch you off guard though.

“Bitch don’t kill me, he still has shows to do” Ree said. You

“Nah I just won’t let him get any for a few hours, it’ll be the same thing for him” You both shared a laugh.

“I was going in and then I heard a scream, I know how my girl screams when she comes” Jack paused letting the fans shouts and scream. “And it wasn’t like that, I look over and there’s Urban and Ree. Food in hand and they looked like they just saw their parents fucking or something”

“Basically!” Ree yelled and you nudged her and started leaning from how hard you were laughing. Urban’s hands caught hers as he leaned in and whispered something into her ear, making her giggle. The love birds of the century as you called them. Urban placed a small kiss to her forehead and his arm came to wrap around his waist. Always so gentle with her.

“But anyways, I remembered that night just a few minutes ago. Because it was the first night my girl told me that she wanted to be with me, in an actual relationship. Shits crazy how life works.” Jack raised his hand. “Now, we’re about to get married next year ”

“Oh god”

“YN WHAT?” Both Urban and Ree turned to look at you with shock.

“Surprise?”

The crowd was deafening.

“This short little story inspired this little song right here, y’all better scream that shit!”

Like a blade of grass wants sunlight, I just want that ass

You the type of girl I would've flirted with in class

Copied every test, be the reason that I passed

I know we could have a blast

We could have a kid, am I movin' too fast?

Know I'm not your first, but I could be your last

You can't even get gas without bein' harrassed, uhm

You mind drifted off to earlier that day, an hour before he was on stage, and just exactly he showed out for you.

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“How’s your back feel?” You asked him as you entered the dressing room. Your bag and his bag tucked away in his arms as he held the door open for you. You blew Ree a kiss as you watched her wave at you, arm and arm with Urban, they had said they wanted to go and look at the stage before they came back to the dressing room.

“Shit feels great, we gotta get you to get your spine cracked like that” Jack smirked at you, closing the door with his foot once you had walked inside fully.

“Mmm I’ll stick with getting my back cracked by you, thanks” You cringed. Hearing him groan and his bones popping wasn’t something you were personally down for.

“I do now than crack your back and you know it”

“Shush you” You silenced him playfully. Jack set the bags down by the foot of the leather couch. His big Frame collapsed on the couch and he groaned. Patting his lap to signal you to come over.

You walked over to him and put either leg on his waist. His hands immediately finding the cup of your ass.

“I missed you”

“Oh yeah” You giggled and your hands placed themselves on his cheeks. Leaning down you placed multiple kisses to his lips.

“Yeah”

You couldn’t help yourself but to grind a little. Feeling him harden against your core.

“A shame you haven’t even had the decency to show me how much. It’s been since what? 8 am that I’ve seen you after 2 months and you haven’t even fucked me yet. A shame”

“I would shut your pretty mouth before it gets worse for you”

You took that as a challenge.

“Or what?”

His laughed mocked you, he knew he could have you crying out for him in the span of 4 minutes, and you knew it too. You just liked to rile him up. It only took all but 2 minutes for Jack to turn you underneath him. Your pants and panties tugged along and thrown somewhere across the room. Your legs were on the side of his head. His hands gripping the skin of your thighs. So much so that his fingers were turning white from how hard he was holding onto your skin. Your puffed clit awaiting his tongue, and when it came you jumped up. Your hands holding onto your breasts for dear life. As if you would lose your mind if you weren’t.

Jack’s tongue moving in small circles around it, teasing it, and it feels so fucking good that you swear you were going to faint.

“You done talking with your slutty ass mouth? What’s all that talk you were doing earlier huh?” Jack chuckled against your wet cunt.

“J-Jack, fuck I can’t” you whined. His mouth didn’t stop moving from its too much” You whimpered and your body felt like nirvana.

Maybe it was the way your man was just about to step out and perform to women who would jump on him if they had a chance that made you feel the way you did. Confident, because the man they all wanted had you on your back looking up at you as he lapped at your pussy. Both of his hands gripping your boobs roughly. “Fuck” You gasped out and tried to close your legs around his head. Your own hands gripping his hair, soft curls tickling your finger tips. The leather couch providing no coolness on your back anymore. The heat of the room being entirely euphoric and one a flick of your clit was landed to your sensitive pussy, your eyes only rolled back furthest

“Be a good fucking girl a take it” Jack scolded you, pulled his mouth away and giving your wet core a harsh slap.

“Just because you want to act like you don’t got no damn sense, get on all fucking fours”

You immediately turned around on your knees. Hearing his belt unbuckle behind you. Jack’s hands cupped your chin. Bringing you with your back pressed against his chest. Light peppers of kisses followed by harsh marks on your neck and nips at the side of your throat. You were practically dripping on the leather couch. Your pussy was throbbing for some more stimulants by him. He was more than willingly to comply but only by his own accord. “Look at you, like a bitch in heat” Jack laughed and his hands roamed down your body. Your breasts then squeezed by his hands. Tweaking at your sensitive nipples until he was ready to fuck you.

“What do you say before I fuck you silly doll? Hmm?” A few slaps landed on your left cheek, they weren’t rough but it left a little sting just how you liked it.

“Please”

“Please what?“

“Please daddy”

“Good girl”

His dick thrusted up into your pussy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head yet again.

His pace didn’t start off slow, he wasn’t trying to make love to you after all.

You went stupid on his dick. Trying to form sentences but they just wouldn’t come out of you. The head of his member rubbed at just the right spot. Your knees would give out from under you if Jack wasn’t holding onto your hips. Threatening to move the pace slower if you didn’t keep up.

“I want to fuck you until I can feel that sweet little pussy cumming around my cock”

You cried and leaned forward. Jack taking the perfect opportunity to take your arms and hold them behind you. His thrusts got deeper and your legs felt like jelly.

“Daddy! Fuck!” You cried, real tears streaming down your face. Smudging the mascara you had applied carelessly before you arrived. Your lips were puffy from their previous assault of his lips. You wished you could lean up and kiss him. Lose your breath on his mouth but you knew better than to complain when he was giving you this much pleasure.

Jack felt his thighs clench. The way your pussy squeezed him with every jerk, the way your whines and whimpers sounded when he leaned down and played with your clit before moving his hand away as you were edging closer. It all did something to him, something none of his previous sexual partners made him feel.

“Who’s pussy is this? Tell me” He demanded. His voice quivering. Your pussy was just too good.

“Y-yours”

“You’re a good little slut aren’t you? Tell me how much of a good little slut you are. Tell me why you deserve my cum inside this tight pussy, you want me to fuck a baby into you huh? Wanna have my babies?”

“It feels so good daddy, you fuck me so good a-always” You sniffled and squeezed your eyes shut. Imagining his cum seeping out of you. If you could squeeze your legs you would. “Wanna have y-your babies so bad, please come inside me” His hand came to yank your hair. You leaned back and blinked heavy eyes at him.

“Good girl, good little Angel. So messy but so good to me” Jack pushed your head down again. Although it didn’t last long in its position.

Your head snapped back as Jack let a final thrust. Your lips quivered and your chest heaved. Jack let out a loud groan followed by a few profanities.

“Ahh! Jack! Shit!” You gasped and tensed your legs. Mind numb and blank, you could hear your blood gushing through your ears.

“Fuck!” Jack hissed and clenched his jaw. Pulling out of you, still bent over your pussy was on full display. Your arousal and cum mixed in with his own load. Such a pretty picture.

“Don’t move baby”

“What are you doing?” You bit your lip and grinned.

Jack snatched his phone off the floor and opened his camera. His hand coming to cup your ass.

Taking a perfect picture of your naked ass, your pussy filled to the brim with his come, and his PG ring shining against the heavy dressing room lights.

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amorgansgal · 3 years

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Red Dead - The Story of Jack Marston

So I've seen a couple of people wishing for fics where Jack Marston isn't a sexy, confident outlaw/gunslinger and ages ago I wrote something where Jack was going around collecting the ex-VDL Gang's stories to write Red Dead. It's very rough and unfinished, but I hope it can make some people happy.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide ideation, grief/mourning

He stares at the small house, and then looks back at the slip of paper with the address written on it. He looks back at the house. It’s a pretty place. The small porch is surrounded by pots of flowers, nasturtiums, roses and sweat peas. There are white shutters on the window, the walls are a pale yellow and around the back of the house stands the forest, the freshness of the leaves almost too bright.

He looks at the picket fence, so charmingly cliché he feels uncomfortably out of place and almost like he’s disturbing the peace. He looks down at the paper, wondering if he should leave, leave the inhabitants to their charming, pretty world, and take himself off elsewhere. He hadn’t exactly felt this consternation when he had approached Tilly or Pearson for their stories.

‘Can I help you?’ a girl’s voice forces him to look back up again. A teenage girl is looking at him with some suspicion in her green eyes, her hands planted firmly on her hips. She gives him a sharp, sour glare.

‘Um… Does Mrs Mary-Beth Dupont live here?’ he asks.

She sniffs a little haughtily and gives him an odd look. ‘Wouldn’t have thought you’d be the type to enjoy my mother’s books, but yeah, she does. Why?’

‘I was wondering if I could speak to her, I have written to her before and let her know I would be arriving today–’

The front door is pushed open, interrupting him mid-sentence, and a lady in her late thirties, with light brown hair and the same green eyes as her daughter, steps out onto the porch. She first looks to her daughter.

‘Flora, who are you–?’ Then her eyes land on him and she gasps with delight, her hands clutched together and she smiles at him. There’s always a moment when he remembers the members of the gang with such force, it takes him by surprise when he doesn’t initially recognise them. The memories of Mary-Beth’s easy-going smile and how she would sit him on her lap, and read to him, comes back in full force. He finds himself smiling back at her, then tips his hat.

She beams. ‘Good God, you look just like your father! I almost thought you was him!’ Then her face falls, and she walks over to him. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, not after…’

He shakes his head. ‘It’s alright.’

He doesn’t have much to say about his parents’ death, doesn’t want to. He would rather think about what little good times he had with them when they were alive. Which is why he’s partially writing a book, doing what they would want. At least it gives him something to do currently, something to keep his mind off things and to have a task with an ending in mind. Not meandering round New Austin, jus’ looking for trouble, jus’ asking for it as his mother would have said. He isn’t sure whether he has spent the best part of a year finding a purpose or just looking for a way he can end it all, without pulling the trigger himself.

It’s not for lack of trying either. Too many drinks in a bar, too much loneliness in an empty hotel room, and he’s placed a pistol against his forehead, imagined pulling the trigger and leaving a right mess for the maid in the morning. He supposes that is what has saved him, the hypothetical maid being put out that he’s blasted his brains over the walls and she’ll have to clean them up.

If he is going to go, better to do it elsewhere, where no one will have to bother. But usually when he’s outdoors he ends up thinking about his father, as he’s gazing up at the stars overhead, and his father saying something like, ‘This isn’t what we wanted for you, this isn’t the life we wanted for you’ and then he feels guilty, and the guilt swallows him up. Then the sun wakes him and he’s hungry and he thinks, ‘Maybe just one more day, one more day to fix things.’

‘Well, here you are!’ Mary-Beth exclaims, and pulls open the garden gate. ‘Come in, come in. We can talk in the parlour. Oh, I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself, this is my daughter Flora. Flora, this is Mr Jack Marston.’

He nods to her. ‘Howdy.’

Flora snorts as though he’s ridiculous, and then sarcastically raises two fingers up to lift an invisible hat in the same manner he did earlier.

‘Flora!’ Mary-Beth says warningly.

The girl rolls her eyes, then looks back at him. ‘How do you do?’

‘Well, thank you. And you?’

‘Yeah, fine,’ she says dismissively. He frowns at her, disliking her sarcasm and sass, damn girl wouldn’t be nearly so rude or aggravating if she just knew what he’d been through the past year. But he didn’t have time to explain everything he’s been through to some dumb, little girl. He turns back to Mary-Beth, who gestures for him to follow her, and he heads towards the house. Flora doesn’t follow them, and he watches as she heads back down the path she came from.

‘Sorry, please forgive Flora. She’s fourteen and now thinks she’s incredibly smart, and too good for all us mere mortals!’ Mary-Beth says, closing the door behind him.

The house is bright and airy, with a short hallway opening up onto a cosy parlour, the same soft yellow featuring on the armchairs, the couch and the curtains. A warm fire is in the grate of the large, ornate fireplace and dotted about the room are potted plants and little jugs containing wildflowers.

Mary-Beth invites him to sit on the couch, and while he’s relieved that he had the sense to take a bath before he got here, he’s suddenly aware that his clothes aren’t particularly suitable for this house. He hesitates a moment before putting his butt in the chair.

Mary-Beth is wearing a fine, light green dress, her hair still piled onto her head with the loose strand of ringlets running down her shoulder. He remembers being a child and at one point grabbing the ringlet and pulling the curled loop of hair down, enjoying watching it bounce back.

‘Can I get you anything? Something to drink? I’m afraid my husband doesn’t allow liquor in the house, but I can fetch us some coffee.’

‘Yes, please. Coffee would be good.’

She smiles at him, and then walks from the parlour, down the hall to what is presumably the kitchen. He looks about the room once more, noticing several pictures of Mary-Beth and who he assumes are her family. There’s one of her in a wedding dress, a bouquet of daisies in her hand, and she’s standing next to a tall man who is looking down at her with complete admiration and fondness.

He almost laughs at the sentiment in the man’s eyes, the only picture he has of his parents is one where they’re both looking at the camera quite sternly. If you didn’t know them, you would assume they were a poor match, but he can tell they were in a good mood when the photo was taken. His father has his hand clasped on his mother’s shoulder. He’s looking somewhat quizzically at the camera, as though the notion that John Martson would ever have his picture taken is absurd! His mother’s eyes are alight with mirth, though she wears a cool smile, but Jack can always see a joke held tightly between her lips.

He looks at another photo of Mary-Beth sitting with a baby on her lap. He guesses that the baby is Flora. Mary-Beth looks delighted, the baby looks confused and bored, bordering on tetchy. Well not much has changed there, he thinks to himself.

‘Excuse me,’ Flora’s voice comes from the entrance leading to the hallway, and he looks up at her. ‘I left my book in here, could I get it?’

‘Sure,’ he says, gesturing to the room, and she quickly darts in, picks up her book and rushes back to the hallway. He’s almost taken aback by the change in tact and manner. She stops briefly by the entrance and looks at him curiously.

‘Um… can I help you with anything else?’ he asks.

‘No!’ she says quickly, ‘Um… well… I was just wondering, is that your horse outside?’

‘Yeah. Why?’

‘No reason, just wondering.’

‘Don’t go near him, he bites.’

‘Oh, I wasn’t, but ok.’

Percival, his horse, doesn’t bite. In fact, he’s a rather gentle, good-natured creature, bit like his father’s horse Rachel in that respect. But he’s not interested in the girl going near his horse or snooping around his stuff. Flora smiles tightly, raises the book and then walks away.

He hears the front door open and close, and then Mary-Beth’s light tread as she rounds the hall and comes back into the living room with a tray containing a coffee pot, a jug of cream, a sugar bowl and a plate of biscuits. She sets it down on the table and asks him how he takes his coffee. Usually he just has it black, but as the opportunity has presented itself, he asks for it black, with two sugars.

She smiles softly as she pours the coffee. ‘Your father had a sweet tooth too. If I was at the store, sometimes I would steal a bag of candies and smuggle them to him. He didn’t want the others knowing he liked them, or your mother, I think he was worried that they would tease him.’

He accepts the coffee with thanks, then pulls out a new, leather-bound journal he’s used to document his conversations with Tilly, Pearson, Charles and now Mary-Beth. He doesn’t want to write in his father’s or what was Uncle Arthur’s journal. It’s too painful to open the book and see his father’s cramp, messy writing and Arthur’s neater hand. Previously he had forced himself in order to find out where the gang members were and create a timeline of events.

He pulls out a pen. ‘So, how did you join the gang?’

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let-me-love-you-loki · 3 years

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Nowhere to Run--Ch. 39

Chapter 39

I sank against the wall, my body aching from crouching for so long. My head felt like it had been put in a vice. Tears slipped down my face, burning along my cheeks hotter with every passing second. It had been so easy to think that I had faced down the hole Jack’s absence had left in my life. But now that we were back in the middle of it all, I couldn’t believe how much I’d fooled myself.

As much as I hated the way that he thought he could tell me who I could and couldn’t love, I missed Jack more than I could honestly put into words. He’d been such a huge part of my life—even if just for a little while—that there was this sense of disequilibrium knowing that something so monumental was happening and we weren’t together. We weren’t celebrating this moment in the way we’d always planned.

He’d worked so hard to get here… to get a belt that he’d earned a hundred times over. Rachel and Sophie would be there to see him have that moment. They would get to be ringside and hug him and celebrate with him. They would get to talk about Luke and how proud he would be for Jack’s big moment.

I didn’t have that chance. Because I was in love with Chris Jericho, I wouldn’t get to sit beside that ring and watch him have that moment. His first championship, and I would miss it.

The door thumped behind me with heavy knocking. I sucked in an aching, terrified breath as a voice thundered at me from the other side. “Hey,” Santana’s voice called. “Come out here. We need to talk.”

I wailed, even though I wasn’t sure why. The sound of Santana’s voice made his words from earlier echo in my head. Reminded me that I’d lost my best friend in more ways than I could ever have imagined possible. And that the only way that I would ever be able to get him back again was to give up the one man that I loved the most in the world.

“Mamí, open the door and talk to me.” Santana thumped on the door again, his voice mumbling through the wood. “Seriously. Open the door, please? Don’t make me come in there.”

“Go away,” I shouted back at him. “Just go. I want to be alone.”

I leaned back against the door, hoping that my weight would keep him from pushing into the room. Part of me knew it wouldn’t work. If Santana wanted into the room, he would get in. A locked door and a woman with barely a hundred and fifty pounds wasn’t going to stop him.

“Alright, I’m coming in, mamí,” he called.

***

Santana looked up and down the hallway, not sure exactly how he was going to get into the ladies’ room. He pushed on the door, unsurprised to find that it was not only locked but blocked. Kat must have been sitting against it. He knew he could find someone to unlock it but he didn’t want to hurt Kat by shoving the door open.

“Fuck,” he swore. He’d been stupid when he started running his mouth about Jack Perry and Austin getting the tag title win. It certainly hadn’t been the best time or way to tell her about it. And maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all. It wasn’t his place after all.

There wasn’t anything to it. He knew that he would pay for it—literally and figuratively—but he took a few steps back with every intention of slamming into the door and busting it completely open. Hopefully Kat would just skid out of the way without much damage.

“Move out of the way, mamí,” Santana shouted. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He took a deep breath and smacked his shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Santana turned around to see Tay Conti walking down the hallway.

Santana pointed at the door. “Kat’s locked herself inside and won’t come out. I was stupid and I need to fix it.”

Tay rolled her eyes. “And you thought you’d break down the door? Move.”

***

“Kat?” Tay Conti’s voice filtered through the cracks around the door. “Can I come in?”

I propped my chin on my knees as I tried to decide if I was going to let her in. I knew that I couldn’t keep myself locked in the bathroom all night, least of all because I still had work to do. Part of me wanted to go home and hide. At least there I wouldn’t have to worry about running into Jack. But I’d meant it when I told Jericho that I didn’t want whatever this mess was with Jack to ruin my love for working with AEW.

My heart climbed into my throat as I stood up and unlocked the door. I took a few steps out of the way and wrapped my arms around my middle as Tay pushed into the room. Unsurprisingly, Santana followed her in with his hand over his eyes.

“Come on, mamí,” he said with a whine in his voice. “Let’s go back to the locker room and talk. Please?”

Tay reached up and slapped him in the arm. “Stop acting like a child. Nobody’s naked.” I let out a faint laugh at that. She reached out and put her hands on my biceps. “What’s the matter, honey?”

“My big mouth,” Santana said. Even though he’d put his hand down, he still had his eyes squeezed tight. “Can we please go back to the locker room? I can’t be in here right now.”

“Would you shut up?” Tay insisted without looking away from me. “Come on, honey.”

She led me over to the counter and leaned against it. My chest ached as I took in a heavy breath. Santana stayed by the door with his foot propping it open. I couldn’t tell which made him more uncomfortable, what he’d said or the fact that he was standing in the ladies’ room.

“What did this idiot do?”

“Hey, I’m right here, Conti.”

“I know,” she shot back, a grin on her face. “Now what happened?”

“He didn’t mean it,” I insisted, looking over Tay’s shoulder to meet Santana’s dark gaze. “He was just telling me about the change in the tag titles. I’ve been gone for so long, so I didn’t know.”

Santana finally crossed the room and carefully nudged Tay to the side. She huffed, but didn’t fight him. “I’m sorry, mamí. You know I get stupid sometimes and my mouth runs away with me. I didn’t mean to. I swear.”

I sighed and leaned forward to wrap my arms around Santana’s waist. “I know.”

“I love you, Kat, but can we please get out of here?”

***

Jericho stood against the wall with a faint smile as Kat and Santana came back down the hallway. He saw the remains of tears on her cheeks and felt his heart clench in his chest. There was something sad in her expression. She leaned a little toward Santana, as if she couldn’t quite keep herself upright.

He met them right outside the Inner Circle dressing room. “Are you okay?” he asked as he reached out for her. She stepped into his arms and tucked her head beneath his chin. He hugged her tight, his lips pressed against her forehead.

Kat was quiet for a long while. Then she looked up at him with her wide green eyes that were so beautifully innocent. He was reminded again how she held such a complete and desperate sway over him.

“I know he probably doesn’t want me there, but I can’t not be there when this happens.” She pressed her hands against his chest and looked at him as if he could move Heaven and Hell. “I can’t be at ringside, but I don’t want to watch on a monitor in the back. Please, help me get out there to watch him?”

Jericho brushed his fingertips along her jaw. His thumb stroked along her cheekbone, sweeping away the remnants of her tears. He loved her so many things about her, and one of them was the way she loved so completely and so loyally. It didn’t matter to her that Jack Perry had given up on their friendship. Kat would be there for his big moment. Even if the little jerk never knew about it.

“I’ll make it happen, sweetheart” Jericho said firmly. He settled his hands on each side of her face and met her gaze. “Whatever it takes, I’ll make sure you’re there.”

She smiled, her eyes lighting up. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he knew that he would. If only because she asked him to.

***

I raced to keep up with Jericho and Santana’s long strides as we followed along behind security. I knew that Rachel and Sophie were already in the building and at ringside. My chest ached with a desperate wish to be down there with them. To celebrate this moment with them and with Jack. But I knew this was as good as I was going to get. Fans were seated on the floor and in the lower decks. Some in the upper decks.

I didn’t know how he’d done it, but Jericho had arranged for a section of the upper deck to be cleared out of fans. Security had moved them higher in the decks or over into another section. There was entire upper deck section, right at the railing, available for the three of us. It wasn’t directly behind the hard camera, and it wasn’t beneath any of the section lights. With any luck, Jack wouldn’t ever see me.

Anxiety rippled through me as I walked between Jericho and Santana, conscious of every eye that was on the three of us. I’d changed out of my Inner Circle t-shirt and into my black AEW polo. The moment we’d slipped out of the backstage area, I’d been hyper-aware of how I looked and every move that I made.

When we got to the section set aside for us, Jericho and Santana took seats in the row right at the railing. Security sat two rows behind. I moved to sit next to him, but Jericho leaned back over the seat and gestured me forward with two fingers. My heart slammed against my ribs as I climbed over to take a seat that was somewhere between the two of them.

Santana put his arm over the back of the chair next to him, his fingertips barely brushing my shoulders. Jericho did the same, and I leaned toward him unconsciously. He sat that way for a moment before dropping his arm down into the seat that separated us. I waited a moment before I reached down and locked our fingers together. My heart beat too quickly in my chest at the thought that someone might see us and say something.

Before I could follow that thought too far, the ring lights went up, the screens played the Jurassic Express video, and Tarzan Boy echoed through the night. Jericho squeezed my fingers as Jack and Luchasaurus walked to the ring. Santana tapped me on the shoulder, a faint touch in solidarity.

***

Jericho didn’t bother watching the match. He knew that it was going to be a classic. He knew that Jurassic Express and the Lucha Brothers would put on a show that would go down in the record books as one of the best tag team matches in AEW history. If he really wanted to see it, he could catch it later.

No… he was watching Kat. She’d wanted to be out here to see this. To be some part of this moment with Jack, even if she hadn’t been invited. It didn’t matter that they weren’t talking, Kat still wanted to support Jack. She still cared about him. She was still proud of everything he’d accomplished.

She watched the match with wide eyes and a half smile, leaning forward toward the railing. Her face was an open book, practically screaming her love, pride, and the undercurrent of heartbreak because she had to watch this moment from so far away. Kat pressed her free hand to her mouth as the match moved toward its end.

***

The bell rang as Jack picked up the pin over Penta. Christian rolled into the ring with the tag belts. My vision blurred as I watched him put one of the belts in Jack’s arms. I watched my friend as he looked up at Christian, his mouth forming words I could see from a distance. Really? Jack grinned and leaned against Christian’s shoulder as the older man dropped a proud kiss on his hair. The air caught in my lungs as the camera showed Rachel and Sophie at ringside, both of them holding onto one another and crying.

Jericho’s fingers tightened on mine as Jack climbed one of the turnbuckles. He held the belt out in his arms, head tilted up toward the sky. I miss you. My chest tightened as I watched him, wishing that Luke could be here to see this moment. I could only imagine how proud he would be. I knew how proud I was.

“Are you okay?” Jericho asked, leaning across the seat. He waited for half a moment before he moved into the seat right next to me, our entwined hands resting on his thigh. “Sweetheart?”

I sniffled, using my free hand to wipe at the tears that slipped down my cheeks. My heart felt too big with a mix of pride and sadness. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” His hand tightened on mine, drawing my attention. His blue eyes were so full of worry. “Chris, I promise.”

“I wish you could have been down there, Kat,” he whispered. He was so close to me, leaning over the armrest between us. “I’m so sorry about all of this.”

My lips quirked up just a little. “You have nothing to be sore-ry about.”

Jericho smiled and some of the tension bled out of him. “We’ll talk about that later.” He sat forward, looking out over the ring where Jack and Austin were still celebrating with Christian. I wondered what he was thinking.

A moment later, he turned and drew my hand up to his lips. I panicked and jerked my fingers from his grasp. “Newspaper!”

“I don’t give a damn anymore, sweetheart,” he said firmly. “But if you do, then I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, saved from having to respond by the security guard standing and gesturing that it was time for us to go. The crowd had thinned out considerably, and I fell into step beside Jericho, Santana just a few feet ahead with the security guy coming along behind us. Jericho was close enough that our fingers brushed together as we walked.

***

Jericho watched Kat from the corner of his eye as they walked back toward the backstage area. There were still fans milling around, taking selfies with the ring and screens behind them. The ring had emptied long before after Tony Khan came out to wish everyone goodnight. Jericho settled his hand on the base of Kat’s spine as they climbed the steps toward the tunnels.

He heard them before they were in sight. Jack Perry and Luchasaurus were standing in production with Tony, talking excitedly about their first title defense and the need to go take new photographs. Kat tensed beneath his hand as she realized that Jack was just a few feet away. Jericho felt her take a deep breath before she took a few steps away from him toward the new tag champs. He hung back, letting her do what she needed to do.

“Congratulations, Jack,” Kat said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously. Jericho itched to stand behind her, support her. But he knew he would only make it worse.

Jack Perry looked up from the belt in his hands. His eyes looked her up and down, almost as if they were strangers. They were shrouded in quiet for a long while. The two of them watched one another. Jericho could feel the anxiety and terror radiating off Kat’s body, and he hated that he couldn’t help her.

It happened in half a second. Jack Perry’s mouth turned into an angry sneer just before he turned his back on Kat. He’d barely acknowledged that she existed.

Kat’s entire body crumpled. Jericho lurched forward as her knees gave out. Santana was closer, and he caught her before she could hit the floor and crack her head open. He looked back at Jericho as he hefted Kat up into his arms. Her face was pale, green eyes glassy.

“Take her back,” Jericho said gruffly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jericho took two steps forward and grabbed Jack Perry by the shoulder, spinning him around until they were face-to-face. “I get it if you don’t like me. Hell, I don’t really like you either right now.” He locked eyes with the younger man. “But Kat is suffering. She wanted to be there for you tonight, but she had to watch it from the fucking rafters because you didn’t want her any closer. You’re breaking her heart. Hate me, kid. But don’t take it out on her.”

Jack handed the belt off to Christian, who tried to pull the younger man back. He shrugged it off and stood toe-to-toe with Jericho, just as he had when the two of them had squared off in the ring almost a year ago.

“Whoever that girl is,” Jack spat, pointing off toward the direction where Santana had taken Kat, “I don’t know her. And I don’t really give a fuck about you, or her, or whatever this creepy little sugar daddy slut arrangement you’ve got going on here.”

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alwaysbeliev · 4 years

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Snapdragons

happy (very belated) Valentine’s Day, @the-awkward-outlaw ! i hope you enjoy this!

summary: Arthur Morgan has never been very good at talking about his thoughts and feelings. He finds it much easier to show them, and he hopes he's doing it the right way.

relationship: Arthur Morgan x f!Reader

word count: 1838

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The First

Sunlight filtered delicately through the trees in the early morning. Birds chirped somewhere above, hidden among the flourishing summer canopy, a shadow dashing here and there between the branches. A squirrel scurried around roots on the forest floor, pausing only to dig at a spot and sniff before deciding it was fruitless and moving on.

You idly watched them, bundled in your coat as you stood by the morning campfire, holding a tin cup of coffee in your hands. The heat had pierced through the metal and was warming your cold hands. In slow, deep breaths, you inhaled the fumes, grateful for the steam that wafted upwards. It would be another hour before the air truly started to warm up.

Most of the camp was stirring now. You heard the rustling of Pearson at his wagon as he dug through the cart in search of ingredients. Jack emerged from his family’s tent, Abigail’s voice trailing after him in kind fashion, followed by a grunt from John. Miss O’Shea was combing her fingers through her hair just outside hers and Dutch’s tent. It was nice to watch them all in these moments and learn more about them than they might know about themselves. They were tiny snapshots into their lives.

But the one person you enjoyed watching the most was markedly absent from the group. His cot was visible to all the camp in these summer months, the little table with the flower and the photographs pinned to the side of the wagon. There was no indication he had slept there last night. You inhaled deeply, allowing it to lift your shoulders as you took a drink from your cup again. You didn’t dare ask where he was. You were determined, for some unknown reason both to you and externally, that nobody knew you were sweet on Arthur. You were sure it might give people the wrong idea.

For several months, you had been learning about the van der Linde gang. You had found them in New Austin, scouting the streets of Tumbleweed, and Dutch thought you were after them. Instead, you partnered on a score, and were ultimately invited to work with them permanently. “Family”, he said they were. You had never really known “family”, but were happy to be included. Now, you knew it meant you belonged.

Arthur had been wary of you for a long time. It wasn’t until Blackwater when he started focusing on keeping everyone together that he softened. “Softened” was the mildest word available for it, as he merely stopped shooting you disdained looks and avoiding you, but shortly after, he started having actual conversations with you. Not much longer after that, you would even call him your friend, and you wanted to be more. You knew his past now, though, and were sure it wasn’t in your cards. For now, you were content.

As you finished your cup and stepped away from the fire, the sound of slowly approaching hoofsteps made your head turn. Arthur and Hosea were riding back into camp, the former atop a new horse and the latter looking his age. You smiled involuntarily and hurriedly turned away in hopes that nobody saw. You busied yourself with placing your cup near the dishes that needed washing, certain you would be asked to do those later, and tugged your jacket tighter around your shoulders.

Someone called your name. You were surprised to see that it was Arthur, approaching you with a hand behind his back. Jack had done the same thing to you more than once, gifting you both frogs and candies on separate occasions.

“Mr. Morgan,” you greeted with a genuine smile, “how are you gettin’ on?”

“Jus’ fine, thank you,” he replied. He smiled, too, but abashedly.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course, I just, ah… I ain’t very good at this kinda thing, but thought you might appreciate these.” With a clumsy flourish, the cowboy pulled a cluster of flowers from behind his back, gripped tightly in his fist. Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized your favorite, snapdragons, in the center. Your mouth dropped open and you fumbled for words. Emotions raced through your head too fast for you to capture any of them.

“I, er, heard you the other day,” he admitted, “tellin’ the girls that you missed having some color around. We was out huntin’ and I saw ‘em and, well…” Arthur was out of words. He offered them again. Gingerly, as if nervous they might disappear, you took them from him, carefully thumbing through them with your other hand to identify what else was in the bouquet. It looked as though they had all hung from his saddle on his return journey, the leaves a little wilted and dusty, but the gesture was enough to bring a small sting to your eye.

“Thank you.” You barely managed to get the words out. You swallowed the emotion before looking up at him again. “That was mighty kind of you, Arthur, thank you very much.”

“Course,” he muttered, one hand gripping his belt while the other rubbed the back of his neck.

The Second

The gang had to move camp. Again. It felt like there was no chance to make a real home, more and more trouble coming your way. There were rumors of Pinkertons out here. How they had followed you through the mountains, you were at a loss, but there they were and away the gang had to go.

Following Mrs. Grimshaw’s orders, you helped Karen, Tilly, and Mary-Beth pack up the bed rolls and take down tents. You walked Horseshoe Overlook back and forth to make sure no identifying items were left behind. Soon, you were sitting in a wagon watching the fading camp. Recent memories of laughing, drinking, and even dancing with Arthur rolled through your mind. Mary-Beth took your hand and squeezed it. You gave her what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

Since bringing you flowers, Arthur had become an entirely different person. There was a strange kindness to him. You had seen it before, but now it felt tenfold, and most of it was directed to you. He would share his treats, his coats, sometimes part of his meal if he thought you might still be hungry, even showing you some of the sketches he made in his elusive journal. Tilly and Karen hadn’t missed it. Mary-Beth even sighed dreamily over some imaginary scenario in her head and called it “romantic”. It made you feel giddy.

Charles greeted the head of the wagon train. After entering a cove of trees, the wagons rolled onto a grassy clearing that edged up to a lake. A large tree took up the center, providing a great ceiling to what you hoped was the last place you would have to make home. Everyone circled in and you were immediately put to work again.

Hours later, the sun was setting on yet another day, and you watched it from a log on the lake shore. The smell of the evening stew was drifting towards the water. You had finally cooled off-- as much as you could, anyway, with the humidity-- and were just beginning to think of going for your shawl. Gravel crunched behind you and you turned to see Arthur approaching. He seemed down, the golden light highlighting all of his scars and frown lines.

“Mr. Morgan.” You hoped your eagerness wasn’t visible to him in the low light. His face, however, lifted instantaneously.

“Hope your day weren’t too rough,” he mumbled, stepping over the log to sit beside you. Casually, as though he had done it a million times, Arthur pulled some flowers from his satchel. They were more snapdragons, different colors than last time, and your face split into a wide grin.

“Well, it’s much better now.” Feeling a rush of bravery, you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. It was rough and smelled different than you expected, but it fit him perfectly. The tinge of red in his cheek might have been explained away by the sunset turning a shade of pink by someone who wasn’t paying much attention. The bravery was gone almost as soon as it had arrived and you turned your gaze back to the flowers in your hand, gently picking at the leaves.

“Anyway, thank you,” you murmured. He grunted about it being nothing and you fell into silence together, your head burning with questions you were too nervous still to ask.

The Third

Early morning in Saint Denis had its own little charms. The city made you uneasy, that was for sure, and you knew you would long to return to the untamed wilderness soon, but as you studied the way the light shone on the buildings and listened to the sounds of the streets waking up, you could understand the appeal. Vines grew up the balcony, bees buzzed lazily between the small buds, the occasional neighbor greeted the other. Slowly, you grew aware of your immediate surroundings; the soft blanket, the real mattress beneath you, the new pillow under your head. Memories from the night before were beginning to set in and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning widely.

Arthur had gone with Dutch and a few others to a party the mayor was throwing. You knew it was important, and what they were doing was dangerous, but he looked so good in his suit, you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry too much. The friendship between the two of you had blossomed into something more, something both soft and fiery, comforting and passionate. With the move to Shady Belle, you found yourself spending more nights in Arthur’s room inside of the house than on your bedroll outside. He seemed to have read your mind when he saw you looking at him dressed up, slipping cash into your hand and giving you whispered instructions to meet him at a hotel that night, after the party.

Inhaling deeply, you turned onto your back, stretching your arm over to find who filled the space beside you. It was surprisingly empty, and your head turned to find the blankets poorly pulled back into place. In the dip on the pillow, however, were snapdragons. Pink, red, white, mixed with a few other wildflowers. It was a bigger bouquet than he had given you in the past and it was tied together with a piece of twine. A paper with a short message was laying beside it. Picking it up, you read:

Went for a ride. We both needed to stretch our legs, you understand. I will be back soon. Stay in bed, I will have breakfast soon. Yours, Arthur.

He was yours. He brought flowers, he was bringing breakfast, and it was all for you. Finally feeling content, you closed your eyes again, allowing sleep to pull you away until he made his return. This was your happy place, you thought as you drifted off again. You could stay here forever.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Home Bound (Part 1)

Summary: Dean wakes up in the middle of nowhere Colorado late one night during an ice storm, shoulder dislocated and with no idea how he’s back from the dead. His one and only thought is to keep himself together in order get home to the bunker and figure out what the hell is going on...

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Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: language, angst, injury, mention of character death, mourning, supernatural events

A/N: Written entirely in Dean’s POV. Enjoy!

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“Ow,” I said quietly to myself. It was dark, middle of the night, and naturally raining. It was cold out, colder than it had been the last time I could remember being out at dark. It must have been winter now which meant it’d been at least a few months. Chuck was dead. Not that he would have brought me back. It must have been Jack. But why bring me back and not the others was interesting.

Cas and Sam were more like fathers to him than I was. I loved the kid, he was family. But I fucked it up a bit too much. He’d always been a scared kid with a million reasons to do the wrong thing and somehow he’d stayed good. I nearly killed him more than once. Nearly did it for what happened with mom. It was an accident and I’d almost pulled the trigger.

“Sorry, Jack,” I mumbled, holding my dislocated shoulder as I walked along the side of the road. “Should have brought back somebody else.”

I took a deep breath, coming up to a telephone pole. I needed to get the arm dealt with and forget about why I felt so crappy. I stopped when I got there and took off my belt, wrapping it around my bicep. I stood back against it and reached behind with my good arm and caught the end of it.

“Okay, okay, okay,” I said. I made sure my back was as flat as could be and my left arm had room to move. “Okay.”

I yanked the belt hard in front of me, shouting as my arm moved back into the socket. I groaned and let go of the belt, slumping down and grabbing my shoulder, taking big inhales of air.

“That’s better,” I said, closing my eyes for a beat. I knew I had to get up again and off the wet grass. It took a moment but I opened my eyes again and got my belt back on. My hand went back to my arm but it was a dull ache now and I could live with that a lot easier. There was still nothing around but dark road, prickly icy rain and trees. “Jack. Show up already.”

I spun around, rain bouncing off the pavement. I’d probably walked two miles from the field I’d woken up in. It wasn’t where I’d died, that was for sure.

“Maybe I’m actually dead,” I said. “That would make sense...but my shoulder wouldn’t be dislocated if that were true. Fuck, get your ass down here kid. What the Hell is going on?”

It was quiet as I stepped back onto the side of the road and kept walking along. There hadn’t been a single car so I was probably out in the middle of nowhere. If Y/N or Sam or anybody had done anything, I’d assume they’d be waiting for me. Not to mention how Sam was standing right beside me when Chuck threw out that force blast thing or whatever it was. He would have died too. Cas had already been gone but he knew it would happen for the plan. Y/N was a damn idiot and did my part of things. She was so fucking stupid. She should have...

“We both knew that neither of us were walking away from that fight. But I didn’t want to have to watch you die and now...I told you not to get in front of me and you died for it. So thanks for that.”

I clenched my fists, wiping off my face. I shook my head. I could be upset later. Something was going on. Something brought me back. The other crap I’d deal with once I knew what the hell was happening.

After another ten or so minutes there was a rumble behind me. I glanced back over my shoulder and turned up my jacket collar, hearing the car slow as it got closer. I kept walking when the lights hit me and cascaded along the road.

“Hey,” I heard when the car came to a crawl beside me. I kept my head low and heard the car stop. “You need a ride or something?”

“I’m good,” I said.

“You know town isn’t for like, ten miles right?”

I stopped and looked inside the car. There were three guys in there, all around my age, two of them bigger looking.

“Come on.”

“I like to walk,” I said, taking a few steps.

“You’re gonna be a popsicle,” the driver said. “You ain’t even-“

“I’m not looking to be in Deliverance tonight so get lost,” I said. I heard him park the car and I frowned when he got out. “Leave me alone.”

“Sorry but no. Me and my friends ain’t gonna hurt you. I don’t know what’s going on with you but you are not alright. It’s freezing out. I don’t know how you got out this far on your own-“

“Fuck off,” I said. The other car doors opened and I took another step away. No way could I take all three with a bad arm.

“He looks upset,” said the one from the backseat.

“Hey. I’m Sam and-“

“Sam?” I asked, the driver nodding.

“Yeah. I’m Sam and these are my buddies Jake and Austin. What’s your name?”

“Dean,” I said, debating taking off into the woods.

“Why don’t you let us drive you into town, Dean? It’s not safe to be out here in the dark on your own.”

“I ain’t getting in a car with people I don’t know,” I said.

“This guy. Geez,” said Jake, arguably the largest of the three. He stepped over and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the car. “You better not be some psycho axe murderer.”

“Where’s his axe then, genius?” said Sam. “Come on, Dean. At least ride with us for a minute to warm up before you walk again.”

I shrugged off Jake, glaring at him, hoping he got the picture to back off. I reached behind me and was grateful to still find my small pocket knife in the jacket pocket Y/N had sewn in.

“He’s probably on drugs, Samson. Let’s get out of here. I don’t wanna ride in a car with him either,” said Austin.

“Dude. Just chill. Obviously something happened to this guy,” said Sam. He turned back towards me and I narrowed my eyes.

“I appreciate you trying to help and all but let’s go our separate ways,” I said.

“Could you take a hint? You look like you got your ass kicked. Come on before we all freeze,” said Sam.

“Whatever,” I mumbled. Knowing I had the knife made me feel a bit better about the situation anyways. I got in the back beside Jake, Sam waiting a moment before he was driving again. They ignored me for the most part aside from Jake who gave me an occasional side eye in the back. We drove for close to twenty five minutes at a good speed and I realized why he made such a fuss about giving me a ride.

“I’m still hungry,” said Austin from the front.

“Mac’s is open,” said Sam. He drove down a quiet little main street and turned to the right, an all night diner with bright lights filling up the dark night. He parked and they all got out, Sam nodding for me to follow. I stretched my arm as I shut the door behind me, still trying to figure out where the hell I was. “Dean, come on. S’on me.”

“I should really get going,” I said.

“Come on. Least you can do for getting my backseat soaked,” he said. I rolled my eyes but followed him over to the door, the other two already in a booth. I sat down beside Austin, Sam taking the spot across. A waitress came over, all of the men rattling off dishes without even looking at a menu.

“Who’s your friend boys? Better looking than you three put together,” she said with a soft little smile.

“This is Dean. He’ll take a burger with tomato soup and grilled cheese. Extra hot,” said Sam.

“I’ll grab you a dish towel from the back. Your hair is dripping,” she said to me. I nodded and tried to wipe the water away that was soaking down my neck and into my damp shirt. She was back quickly with a few beers and a towel for me, the other three chatting about some basketball game or something.

“So how’d the hell you get all the way out there?” asked Austin. I set the towel down on the booth behind us, swallowing as I sipped from my glass of water. “You didn’t walk all the way from Jefferson did you?”

“Guys. Dean’s having a rough night. Let’s not play twenty questions with him,” said Sam. He gave me a smile and it reminded me of Sammy for a split second. I closed my eyes, an overwhelming urge to start freaking out hitting me. It wasn’t later yet. I’d learned nothing and there wasn’t any time to be wasted getting upset.

“Your girl break up with ya and leave you on the side of the road? I bet that’s it,” said Jake.

“Dude. What’d I just say?” asked Sam.

“Well he’s upset and pretending not to be,” said Jake.

“She was in an accident. She and my brother, my family. I just needed to walk,” I said. They all stared at me and I was tapping my wet boot on the ground, wanting to get some food in me and get the hell out of there.

“I’m sorry man,” said Austin. “You okay?”

“Need to get home is all,” I said, taking another sip of water.

“Where’s that for you?” asked Sam.

“Lebanon,” I said.

“Where’s that?”

“Kansas.”

“You’re in Colorado right now you realize,” said Jake.

“Lay off,” said Sam, bumping his elbow into Jake’s ribs. “Hey. I uh, I got a spare cot in the garage if you want to crash there tonight. It’s not pretty but it’s warm.”

“I gotta go home,” I said.

“Well you’re not gonna get far in an ice storm on foot in the middle of the night.”

I shook my head and was silent the rest of the time we waited for the food to arrive. Sam looked at me every so often but the three of them left me out of the conversation which I was grateful for.

Forty five minutes later Sam had dropped Austin off at home and it was just the two of us in the car. He looked in the rearview and I sighed.

“My place is just around the corner,” he said.

“Why are you so-”

“Cause my fiance died last year and my family’s been through hell long before that. I get it. You don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But you need food and a roof over your head at the very least. I was way worse than you pal. Without those two, I wouldn’t be here anymore. So do you really want out of this car or do you want a warm bed for the night?”

“I’ll be gone before you get up,” I said. He shrugged and drove down the street for a ways, making a few twists and turns, eventually stopping at a modest little cottage style home. I got out after him, following him into the dark house. He flipped on a light and cut through a hallway, opening a door to reveal a semi-full garage.

“Cot is on the shelf. You can take the couch in the living room if you want but you seem to bite my head off at every little thing so you can decide,” he said. He started to leave and I shut my eyes.

“Sam,” I said. I turned around and he gave me a careful smile. “Why would you let a stranger stay in your house?”

“Cause I remember Dean Winchester. Rugaroo. Kansas City. House with the blue front door,” he said. “Saved my parents lives. The ride and meal was cause I’m a nice guy. You can stay in my house for saving my parents.”

“Losing your fiance, that really happen?” I asked.

“Yeah. Really fucking sucks,” he said. He pulled the garage door shut and showed me where to put my boots and jacket. He left for a minute and returned with some dry clothes. “Bathroom is right there.”

“Thanks. Samson,” I said as he tossed a blanket on the couch for me to use. He stood up and his eyes looked sad when they caught mine. “Sorry for being a dick.”

“You’re grieving. You have a right to be a dick,” he said. “Stick around in the morning and I can help you get home. You don’t got much for cash from the looks of it.”

I nodded and he left, pattering around in a room down the hall for a few minutes before it got quiet. I went to the bathroom and put on the dry clothes, hanging mine in the shower and hoping they’d be better in the morning. I washed off my face and found some pain medicine in the drawer for my shoulder, throwing it back before I planted my hands on the counter and took a shaky breath.

“Later,” I said, running my hand over my face and leaving, going back to the couch. I laid down and pulled the blanket over myself. It was warm and smelled nice, something Y/N would like probably. “Jack. If you brought me back, I could do with a talk right now buddy. I’m not mad, I promise.”

The house remained silent and I rolled over to my side, face jammed against the cushions. I wasn’t sure what was going to be waiting at home but I was starting to doubt whether ‘later’ could last until then.

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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morgan-macguire · 4 years

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Outlaws For Life

Arthur Morgan x reader (rdr1)

Summary: After Johns family is taken, he comes to you and Arthur.

Warnings: rdr1 spoilers, rdr2 spoilers too tbh

A/n: I finished rdr1 for the first time in years a while ago and wanted to write this. In this fic, Arthur did not die on the mountain. Also!! it’s gender neutral :) Arthur and reader have kids but I didn’t say how they got them so that part is up to u lol :)

idk if anyone still reads for red dead, but I’m still writing (very slowly)!

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Thick grey clouds blanketed the normally blue sky. A cold breeze swept through the land, much unlike the usual pleasant breeze that you’d grown so accustomed to. Rain was heading your way for sure, Arthur and the boys were taking advantage of the weather as much as possible. They’d invited you to come along on their fishing trip, but you declined. As much as you loved spending time with them, you didn’t want to get caught out in the rain.

So instead, you stayed home and looked after the house. Arthur assured you they wouldn’t be out too late, they’d be back by supper time. He offered to cook upon his return, but you beat him to it. A hearty venison stew, including some fresh vegetables from the garden, was already cooking on the stove before they got home.

You had just finished setting the table when you heard three heavy taps on the front door. It was unlike Arthur to knock before entering his own home, so you peered through the kitchen window to find out who was paying you a visit before heading over to the door.

“John Marston!” You gasped, stepping through the doorway to engulf him in a hug, “It’s been too long.”

John let out a small chuckle, “That it has, y/n.”

“Please, come in. Supper is just about finished,” you opened the door fully after letting him go, not bothering to wait for his reply. “Arthur should be back with the boys soon.”

John mumbled out a thank you, following you into the kitchen. He took a deep breath, inhaling the delicious smell of the stew pot. Abigail was, without a doubt, a terrible cook. The last time he smelled something so good, he nearly brought his family to live with you.

“Where are Abigail and Jack?” You questioned, setting an extra seat at the table for him and returning to the pot on the stove.

“That’s why I’m here, actually.” It didn’t take much for you to pick up on the frustration that laced his raspy voice. You ceased your movements, setting the silverware aside and taking a seat with your old friend.

“What’s wrong, John?”

Whatever he had come to tell you, it was hurting him something fierce. You could see it in his eyes. They drifted from yours as his shoulders tensed in visible irritation. Your hands moved to rest on his, hoping to provide some comfort. As he gathered the words in his mind, you couldn’t help but wonder if they had left him again. Sure, John wasn’t always the best father or husband, but he always tried his best. After all these years and after what happened with their daughter, surely they wouldn’t leave. It was silly of you to even think that.

“The government took them. They tracked me down, and want me to go after the rest of the gang. They took my family.”

“Oh my lord. John, I-“ You waited a moment to process what you had just heard. With a hand raised to cover your mouth in shock, you were speechless. After all these years, the government was still after the Van Der Linde Gang, or what was left of it. Before you could gather your words, the front door swung open. You heard Arthur’s spurs clink through the threshold, followed by two less than graceful sets of footsteps thundering in after.

Arthur‘s gentle voice laughed at something that was said prior to entering the house. You heard him gather the fishing poles and tell the boys to check on you while he put the gear away. It didn’t take long for the boys to stumble into the kitchen, faces lighting up at the sight of their Uncle sitting across from you.

“Uncle John!” Thomas and George both raced to your friend, nearly knocking him off his chair in the process, “We saw your horse out front!” Thomas noted.

“You two are gettin’ big.” John smiled, patting both of your sons. He stood up to greet Arthur when he stepped into the kitchen, slightly damp from the rain.

“The golden boy!” The two men embraced, both glad to see the other. You sent the boys away to wash up as you removed the stew pot from the stove.

“Let’s eat. We have to talk. Away from the boys.” You sent Arthur a pointed glance, silently letting him know that it was important, before looking back to John for his input.

“Of course.” John nodded.

When the boys returned, the four of you sat around the table to eat. The dinner conversation was pleasant, and consisted mostly of your boys telling John stories of their recent adventures with their father. Of course, they fabricated many of the details, but John pretended to believe everything. The cheerful mood turned sour, however, when Arthur inquired about John’s family.

“What are Abigail and Jack up to?” Arthur asked, casually taking a bite of his stew.

John instantly frowned, glancing to you before looking back at his brother. The table grew silent quickly, and both young boys looked to you.

“George, Thomas, why don’t you finish your supper in the family room, like you’re always asking to do?”

“I thought you didn’t want us to eat in there?” Thomas popped an eyebrow up at you.

“We can make an exception tonight. Now go ahead, before I change my mind.” You ruffled George’s hair as the two of them relocated to the other room without a second thought.

Arthur eyed you and John carefully. He could sense that whatever John had come to say wasn’t anything pleasant, so he patiently waited to be informed. When the boys were completely out of earshot, John began to explain his predicament.

“Agent Ross tracked me down. Him and all of his government boys took Abigail and Jack. They’re holding them somewhere, won’t say where. They say I’ve gotta go after Bill, Javier, and Dutch to get ‘em back.”

Arthur was silent. He sat in shock, eyebrows creasing in the middle as he thought over the situation.

“I hate to ask, you know I do, but I need help.”

“It’s been a long time, John.”

“I know, brother. We all got out of that life years ago, I thought it was done.”

“We’ll never be done, John. The life we lived, it don’t let you out.” Arthur sighed. His shoulders sank and he glanced towards the family room before looking to you with sorrow in his eyes.

John sank in his seat.

“We’ll do what we can to help you, John. We’ll get Abigail and Jack back.” You said what Arthur was thinking, doing your best to reassure John.

“Thank you,” he nodded, “I know Javier is somewhere in Mexico. Bill is hiding in Fort Mercer behind his own gang, I figured that much out when he shot me-“

“You were shot?!” You gasped.

“It ain’t the first time.” John pointed out halfheartedly.

John went on to explain his peculiar circumstances. He’d been rescued by a rancher woman, Bonnie McFarlane, of the McFarlane ranch out in New Austin. She had him fixed up at the doctor and let him work off the bill. He was planning to go after the rest of your former family alone, but he needed to tell you and Arthur first. It didn’t feel right leaving the two of you in the dark, especially with how things ended with the Van Der Linde gang.

“We won’t let you do this alone, John.”

John shook his head, denying Arthur.

“Arthur, I can’t ask you to come with me. I was trying to avoid you being involved in this as much as possible. I just need information-“

“You’re not asking.” Arthur cut John off, “You’re my brother. I ain’t gonna let you do this on your own. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

You agreed with Arthur as a nervous pit settled in your stomach. The two of you had a family. You knew Arthur would drop everything to make sure his family was safe, he’d do the same for John’s. You also knew he would be going with John alone. He’d beg you to stay home, safe, with the boys. After everything that had happened all those years ago in the gang, he swore to himself that he’d never let you or your family fall into harms way again. He intended to keep that promise, no matter the cost.

Arthur, sensing your anxiety, placed his hand over yours under the table, trying to comfort you. He was likely thinking the same thing.

“No.” John managed to mutter out through the turmoil in his chest. Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, staring at Mr. Marston with a look of bewilderment.

“I have to do this alone,” John began, “You can’t come.” He watched Arthur carefully as he finished his statement. Arthur couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“You’ll be killed, John. How do you know they’ll just hand Abigail and Jack over once this is done, huh?”

“Goddammit, Arthur!“ John raised his voice, “You’ve got a family here. This isn’t exactly the easiest job we’ve been on. They was once our family.”

“They stopped being family long ago, John. They made that call.” Arthur’s voice had shifted to a low growl as he recalled everything.

“I know, Arthur. That’s why I need to go alone. You got out for good, they all think you’re buried somewhere in the Grizzlies. You have to keep it like that, for your family’s sake.”

“And what about your family, John? What if you get shot again, and there’s no one to save you? You know that the two of us could get this done far quicker and easier than you on your own. They won’t even know I was there.”

“I don’t need saving! I need you to stay dead.” John nearly shouted, startling you. As much as you understood John’s point, you knew there was no changing Arthur’s mind. The two of them were a powerful duo, even though neither of them were in their prime age anymore. Two was safer than one. The Marstons were family, and family takes care of each other.

“Please, take this outside.” You interrupted the conversation with a heavy heart, not wanting the boys to hear them argue. Arthur almost started yelling back at John, but he stopped himself after hearing your voice. He took a frustrated breath, giving your hand one last squeeze before releasing it and standing up. John followed him out the front door without a word.

As soon as the door shut, you heard the two of them start arguing. Their voices were muffled due to the rain having picked up, but you had a pretty good idea about what they were saying. The porch shielded them from the water, but didn’t drown their voices out completely.

You dropped your head in your hands, trying to tune their voices out. A pit of anxiety formed inside you, eating away at your stomach. You just sat there, for who knows how long, thinking about how long Arthur would be away. Fort Mercer was far enough, they’d have to go to Tall Trees and Mexico.

After a short while, the argument outside grew quiet and John and Arthur entered the house. They returned to their seats without a word to each other. All it took was one look from Arthur for you to know what the decision was. John could barely look at you, he felt so bad.

You reached out to embrace your friend, not knowing what to say in the moment, and three of you went on to finish your meals. The conversation was awkward at first, but as time went on it strayed further from the inevitable and grew more lively. You told small anecdotes about your time at the Morgan ranch and John told stories about Beecher’s Hope. It had been months since the last visit from the Marstons. For now, you were just making up for the lost time.

Before you knew it, the sun had set and the stars shone bright behind the thick rain clouds. Your chat with John and Arthur stole the evening, and it was nearly time for the boys to hit the sack before you realized. You had only been made aware of how much time had actually passed when Thomas and George came stumbling in. Always full of energy, they bounced around the kitchen and dragged Arthur away for a short while.

“Would you stay the night, John? It’s late and the rain doesn’t look like it’s going to let up soon.”

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.” John offered a sad smile, helping you clear the table. Your heart ached for your old friend. John was truly in an unfair situation, and you could see the physical toll it was taking on him. He had worked hard day and night to create a better life for his family. He fought for years for them. It was supposed to be over. He was supposed to be living out his golden years just like you and Arthur, away from the government and the problems they created as a happy family. The only difference was that unlike John, the government believed Arthur was a dead man. He died on top of that mountain all those years ago.

“John.” you pulled yourself from you thoughts, gently grabbing his shoulder. When he turned to face you, you continued, “You’ve been dealt an awful hand, and I’m sorry for it. Arthur and I have your back. You’ll be back with Abigail and Jack in no time.”

“I really can’t thank you enough. You’ve both been too kind to me.”

“Nonsense, John,” you smiled, “We’re family, and family takes care of each other.”

—

After putting the boys to bed and getting John settled in his room for the night, you and Arthur couldn’t wait to get to sleep. The two of you had changed into your night clothes quickly, eagerly crawling under the covers together. Arthur wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you in close to him. Reaching for his hand, you intertwined your fingers with his and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. What a day it had been.

“What are we gonna do?” You asked, rubbing your thumb against the back of his palm.

Arthur exhaled into your neck, shaking his head. “We can’t let him do this alone.”

“I know, Arthur.” That much you were sure about. Everything else was up in the air. The two of you sat quietly for a while, silently thinking about what the near future had in store for your family.

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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years

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Deuxième Omega

Summary: Jensen is not dealing well with his unexpected divorce and before the ink is even dry, he is pushed into another union with a complete stranger.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 3363

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, angry Jensen, cursing, alcohol abuse, parental manipulation, arranged marriage, Alpha dominance over Omega, unintended injuries.

A/N: So, get this; a lot of my original writing ideas from my weird as hell dreams about Sam Winchester but for some reason Jensen is starring in this one. I’m gonna blame the bad PMS I’m having for all the angst in this.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles family. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse.

*Supernatural doesn’t end in season 15 and some dates/events have been altered to fit the story.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine *photos found online

Jensen was sitting slouched on the leather couch staring at the paperwork that had been dropped off by courier this morning, official notification of the dissolution of his marriage to Danneel when Jared entered his trailer. “It’s not gonna say anything different no matter how many times you look at it.”

“I know,” Jensen sighed heavily, “never thought I’d be in this position.” He tossed the papers on the table and picked up his beer draining it in one go.

“You better not drink anymore, we’ve still got two more scenes to get through before we can leave tonight.”

Jensen rolled his head towards Jared leaning across the kitchenettes bar counter with a very concerned expression.

Jensen had always been a social drinker, he did love his beer, the slight softness over his toned stomach was the biggest indicator. But there had been constant uptick in his drinking during the mandatory two year waiting period for an Alpha/Beta divorce. So far, it hadn’t seriously interfered with work but there had been several instances of his obvious imbidding that Jared, Alex, even Misha ended up pumping him full of coffee to get him through.

“Then let’s get them done so I can get really fucked up before that shit show happens tomorrow.”

“Jack, give this new marriage a chance. Your dad said she’s a good match right? You never know, maybe it’ll work out like Gen and me.” Jared’s marriage had been a private match and he was happy with the Omega that his family had chosen.

Jensen snorted, getting up and walking out of his trailer, “Yeah, you lucked out with her, not always the case. Look at me, I’m getting a second hand Omega.”

*** To say the atmosphere in the private arrivals area was strained was an understatement. The Ackles were seating several feet apart awaiting their son.

“Mommy…daddy, how’s it..go..going?” They both turned in unison to see their very drunk middle child staggering towards them followed closely by Jared and Clif.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, how could you show up in this condition!” Donna Ackles snapped as he gave her a cheeky smile before passing out. “Fuck!” Jared blurted out, catching him before he face planted onto the tiled floor.

“Jared Tristan Padalecki you’re to blame for this!”

“I’m the one who’s been there for him, not the one forcing him to do something he’s not ready for! This is on you, I’ve tried to get him to stop but he’s hurting like hell and you don’t care!”

“You can’t speak to me that way young man! I always knew you came from trash and this proves it.”

Jared let his inner Alpha surface, eyes glowing red in anger, “If you ever speak disparagingly about my family again…” Clif quickly stepped in between them giving Jared a look.

“I’ve had it with you inserting yourself in our family business! I’ll make sure you never have contact with Jensen outside of work ever again!”

“You go ahead and try, Jensen’s forty two years old and more than capable of making his own choices. The only reason he’s agreed to this is because you’ve duped him into believing this is the only way to uphold your family’s social standing in the Dallas Pack because all you care about is how you look to those fucking country club bitches!”

“Alan, could you please bring the car around so we can get away from this embarrassing situation.” The older Alpha gripped his mates arm giving her a firm look of disapproval and steered her towards the exit. They could still hear her grousing, “how dare he deliver Jensen in this state,” as they went out the door.

Jared hefted his friend over his broad shoulder and carried Jensen back out the private entrance as the SUV pulled up. Clif opened the back door and helped Jared place him in the vehicle, carefully laying him across the seat.

“How bad has it been for him?” Alan inquired after Clif shut the door so his mate couldn’t hear.

Jared pulled off his beanie, running both hands through his hair, not hiding his frustration before answering, “He’s been in a downward spiral, drinking continuously, got him to stick to beer. I found him looking at the divorce papers and as you see… ”

Alan sighed heavily. Jensen’s divorce came out of nowhere, everything on the surface appeared good between him and Danneel but in hindsight he realized there were telltale signs all along, the biggest was her reluctance to have children.

Anytime anyone inquired she waved it off, saying she wanted to wait till Supernatural had ended, it wouldn’t be fair to leave all the responsibility for rearing their pups predominantly on her, she wanted Jensen there, to be a hands-on father.

Alphas were involved to an extent in care and raising of pups, but it was unusual for one to be as hands on as the Betas or Omegas were.

Jensen was one of those exceptions. Whenever with his siblings, he was right in there helping, never turning down a chance to play with them, even princess tea parties with his only niece. When on vacation or at conventions with Jared and his mate, he always was willing to help with their pups.

“I want to formally apologize for what Donna said, she overstepped the lines of etiquette. This is no excuse but she doesn’t know how to handle this situation. Jensen’s always been her favorite and she personally picked Danneel as his mate, it’s been a slap to her ego.”

Jared smiled, “I accept your apology Alan. Jensen’s always said his mother has been a…handful.”

Alan laughed, “That’s the diplomatic way of putting it,” he signed again, “Donna’s family always spoiled her being the only Omega, somewhere along the way she’s forgetting that being part of Dallas society doesn’t give you the right to treat others badly.”

*** Late next morning

Jensen was sitting on the edge of his hotel bed contemplating how he got here.

He thought Danneel was the one. When they were introduced by his mother a few months before his twenty seventh birthday they instantly clicked and started dating that night.

Jensen proposed six months later, couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found a love match. Danneel stated she wasn’t ready to give up her career yet, so they compromised and decided on a long engagement.

Supernatural started filming its fourth season when Kripke announced that the series would end with season five. Danneel also found out her current role was being written out of the series she was in about the same time so they set the date for May 2010.

Jared’s surprise wedding in February that year reaffirmed Jensen’s desire to settle down and start his family in a few months. They bought a home outside Austin like Jared and his new mate Genevieve. Things were going as planned, then the unexpected happened.

A couple months before they finished filming the CW announced Supernatural was being picked up for season six under new leadership.

Jensen returned to Vancouver not long after they were married. Danneel continued working, doing guest starring roles on other series and was cast in the occasional recurring role of Jo.

Every year when the show went on hiatus Jensen would bring up about starting their own family, he was feeling the biological pull more and more. Once again, she stated it wouldn’t be fair for them to have a family and him be a drop-in father, and moving to Vancouver full time, nope, he worked too many hours.

Danneel started dabbling in other interests outside of acting and in 2018 they opened The Family Business Brewery with her family. A few months later Jensen was served with the divorce announcement.

*** “Jensen, it’s time.” He looked up and Alan was saddened by the lost look in his son’s eyes. There was a resignation in those green eyes that never existed before. Saying nothing Jensen got up, slipped on his suit jacket and walked out of the room.

Alan mentally shook himself but that nagging feeling was back once again, something wasn’t right about this whole situation.

*** The Uber stopped at the back door of the small country church. The woman in the backseat thanked the driver and got out, pulling the garment bag with her. She walked to the door and rang the bell. It opened revealing the minister’s wife.

“You’re very late, the wedding is starting in fifteen minutes.” She said, hurrying up a staircase to the second floor and entered an empty room. “Where is your family? They should have arrived already to help you get ready.”

“There is no one coming,” the woman replied as she hung the garment bag over a closet door next to the mirror attached to it. The minister’s wife’s jaw dropped in surprise, “and it won’t take me long to get ready. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

She unzipped the bag removing a veil and shoes having arrived already in her dress, chosen by the groom’s mother, and attached the veil to the headpiece holding back part of her simply styled hair. She looked at herself for a moment before pulling the front part of the veil over her face then joined the minister’s wife who was to escort her to the chapel. She placed the shoes she wouldn’t wear until after the ceremony on the small table outside the double doors and took her place in front of them.

Jensen was sitting in the first pew of the small country church wondering why this place was chosen for the wedding as Donna and Alan made their way to sit next to him. His siblings, Joshua and Mackenzie, were already seated in the one behind him with their mates as the rest of the Ackles clan that had been invited filled up the rest of the pews.

He looked over at the bride’s side. There was not a single person seated in any of those pews. He frowned, finding it strange, wondering where her family was when the intro music started.

The minister took his place and gestured for him to rise. Jensen couldn’t move, his body feeling like it was tied down with lead weights. “Jensen!” His mother hissed at him in a low tone.

Suddenly, he felt himself get up, urgently needing to get away from her as his inner Alpha became agitated, as if it sensed something was amiss.

Each secondary gender pairing had their own ceremonial traditions so he was required to remain facing forward when the music changed and the doors behind him opened.

As the guests stood Jensen focused his senses on her as she proceeded down the aisle. He couldn’t scent her, too many different scents mingling together to isolate hers. He listened to the whispering material of the dress as she slowly walked, finally stopping next to him. In his peripheral vision he could see her head bowed under the thick veil obscuring her face and hair, her hands were clasped together in front of her, devoid of a bouquet.

The minister started speaking, talking about the obligations each Alpha and Omega were required to follow as dictated by the book. Jensen inhaled sharply, realizing what was occurring.

This wasn’t the common ceremony but the ancient, traditional version that only the extreme believers still used today. There was absolutely no out for either party from once the proceedings started.

If he objected to the ceremony he would be shunned by his pack, his family would be forced to never acknowledge him again or suffer the same censure; if the marriage didn’t work and they separated, he was responsible for her care as she would be set aside from society and forced to live in isolation.

He looked over at his parents, Alan was pinching the bridge of his nose trying to quell his anger knowing that his mate had put Jensen in an impossible situation as Donna sat there with a fake, placid look.

His own mother had irrevocably bound him to this Omega for the rest of his life.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur, neither party was required to say anything, there was no exchange of rings or a kiss at the end. The minister finished the ceremony and turned to the altar signing the marriage certificate with a quill pen dipped in ink. Jensen signed next, his hand was shaking so violently in anger making his signature barely legible.

The Omega didn’t sign, only her name was required for legality and the minister filled it in. He poured a powder on it to set the ink, blew off the access, rolled it up and tied it with a piece of twine before handing it to Jensen offering his blessings for a fruitful marriage. It took every ounce of his acting ability to politely smile, shake his hand, thanking the minister for the proceedings.

He turned, marching out without acknowledging his bride and she obediently followed behind him, pausing to grab her shoes along the way and scurrying to the waiting limousine climbing in after him.

Jensen sat in the back on the farthest side pouring himself a drink from the bar as his new wife sat quietly near the still open door. A few minutes later Jensen was on his third glass of whiskey when his parents climbed in and the chauffeur shut the door. He started the limo and as they pulled out Alan pressed the button to close the privacy window between them.

The tension in the back was so palatable an icebreaker couldn’t have cut through it. “Donna how could you…” Alan was unable to say anymore, his disgust for what had happened thick in those few words. “I did nothing wrong,” she snapped back, “I only had Jensen’s best interests…”

“Like when you threatened to sabotage my friendship with Jared again? By the way, Clif’s the one who dropped the dime on what happened after I passed out last night, not Jared, so you don’t get to blame him for that too.” Jensen threw back the rest of his drink before continuing.

“Oh, don’t think I’ve ever been ignorant of your disdain for him ‘cause the clan he comes from isn’t good enough for those highfalutin bitches in your social circle. Or how you’ve persuaded me to do this only to find out you took it to the extreme, forcing me into an impossible situation, accept this marriage or lose everything. Congratulations mom, you are still the queen bitch, sorry, bee, your precious reputation is secure.”

They traveled the rest of the way in silence. The limousine pulled onto the grounds of the country club in front of its grand entrance. Jensen got out before the chauffeur finished putting the car in park leaving his new wife to scramble out behind him as Alan and Donna got out the other side.

Jensen finally took a good look at his bride. She was in a simple, modestly cut, long sleeved dress, the only adornments a row of buttons down the bodice, no jewelry and apparently a pair of shoes that didn’t fit as she was struggling to get them on.

She was still fussing with her left shoe when he spoke in a stern voice, “Since our wedding was in the traditional, we’ll continue with its edicts. You are not to remove that veil, acknowledge or speak to anyone. You will not leave my side for any reason. Where I go, you go, three steps behind me. Nod once if you understand.” She nodded once.

“Son, I think…”

“Dad, as the traditional also states, I’m well within my rights to make demands of my Omega without interference, am I not?”

Alan acquiesced, “Yes, you are.”

“So” Jensen rubbed his hands together, “let’s go celebrate this disaster, shall we.” Putting on a fake smile, he went into the venue to greet his family with his Omega obediently three steps behind him.

*** Several hours later

“This shit has got to stop cause I swear it’s the only time I’m doing this dad.” Josh grunts, annoyance thickening his voice as he helped guide his inebriated brother to his hotel room. “Come on.. have ‘nother drunk, ‘posed to be celebrating my disaster marriage to that…’mega..don’t even want her.”

“Jensen, shut the fuck up! I’m not gonna stand here and let you insult your mate.” Josh snapped at him.

Jensen ripped his arm loose, “ ‘en go, not stopping you…and she’s not my mate,” his free arm waves unsteadily as he points towards his new wife standing by the main door, “my real mate took my money, my home, my fucking heart!!!”

Josh turned his back on his brother, “Jensen, I can’t stand seeing you like this, you need to get it together.” He headed for the main door, pausing to speak to his brother’s new wife, “I’m sorry he’s taken his anger out on you now. My brother is a good man, an honorable Alpha,” he stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “there is far more to this than what you’ve been told, please be patient with him.” He left slamming the door behind him.

“Fuck him,” Jensen muttered staggering into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed slumped over.

“Jensen, your brother is right, you have got to pull yourself together. Therefore, as the Alpha of our clan, you are banned from our family. When you are back to being yourself, the Alpha you once were, you may appeal for re-admittance.”

Alan then did something he hadn’t done since Jensen was a small child, he bent over and placed a kiss on his son’s head, “I love you and I want my son back.” Nodding to his new daughter in law he left.

It hurt him tremendously knowing he wouldn’t see his son for a long time but it was for his own good. Now his Omega was the only one who could help him mend. Hopefully Jensen would see this marriage wasn’t the biggest mistake he’s imagined it to be.

Jensen didn’t move until he heard someone shuffling their feet. He looked up squinting at his new wife still standing by the bedroom door. Sitting up straight he grunted at her and passed out, falling backwards on the mattress. She slowly walked over and hesitated a moment before reaching out touching his shoulder, shaking him.

Getting no response she sat down near him lifting her right foot, gingerly removing the ill fitting shoe with a gasp and then repeated with her left. The blisters on both her heels that had busted open earlier were raw and had bleed. She detached her veil and wadded it up, stuffing it in a shoe and bent over untying Jensen’s and removed them too.

Standing up she gripped both his jacket lapels and hefted him upright to lean against her as she worked it off letting him flop back down and unbuttons his shirt leaving him sleep the case of everything he drank off. She left a pain reliever and bottled water on the nightstand.

Quietly shutting the bath door she found the dress had too many small buttons down the back. She laughed mirthlessly at the irony she was stuck in the dress like this marriage. Pulling the skirt up over her knees she sat on the counter to soak and clean her sore feet in the basin.

Once the worst of the ache was gone she pulled the drain and climbed off to finish washing up the best she could. The mirror reflects back the emotional toll of the last few months in her eyes.

She went over to the bed only to find her husband had moved, sprawled out over its entire surface. Searching for extra bedding and not finding any she gave up going back into the main room and curled up on the couch hoping to find a comfortable position to get some sleep for a few hours so she could briefly forget what her life had become.

Part II

SPN: @donnaintx

Dean/Jensen: @flamencodiva

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kickasskody · 3 years

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DAKOTA ‘ kody ’ PIERCE, a character study. “just because i cannot see it, doesn’t mean i cannot believe it.” -- jack skellington

Character’s full name: dakota pierce Reason for name and/or meaning of name: kody’s parents met and fell in love in north dakota, and decided to name their son after the great state 💖 Character’s nickname: kody Reason for nickname: in middle school, kody didn’t think the name dakota was cool. but the name kody, the most generic white boy name ever , was definitely cool Birth date: december 13th, 2002. baby sagittarius

Physical appearance Faceclaim: austin abrams Gender: cis male Height: 5″8 #shortking Build: scrawny boy body. looks like he couldn’t lift more than 30 pounds... PSYCH!!! he’s a vampire so he can actually lift several hundred pounds 🤪🤪🤪 Eye color: blue with little dark green specks Glasses or contacts?: not with that snazzy 4k vampire sight !! Distinguishing marks/scars: funny little frecklescape on his back that looks like this emoji 😦 Hair color: dirty blonde Type of hair: type 1, aka straight hair Hairstyle: gets up out of bed, looks in mirror. maybe tussles it a little bit. thats it Physical disabilities: none Mental disabilities: adhd Clothing style: sweaters sweaters sweaters. striped sweaters ( because the best time to wear one is all the time ), disney sweaters, sweaters with dogs on them. white collared shirts to go underneath most of them. denim jackets, a couple of them tattering with holes in the elbows. black skinny jeans -- like he owns four pairs of the same black skinny jeans. someone tell him that skinny jeans aren’t in style anymore. uses the same jansport backpack he’s had since the eighth grade with a sewn in epcot center patch on the front pocket. dirty checkered vans. falling apart high-top converse. it’s not that he’s poor and can’t afford new things, he just prefers all his old stuff. Make up: has never worn any but wouldn’t be opposed to trying some !!

Personality Good personality traits: good at secret keeping, friendly and uplifting, loyal, thoughtful, great memory, cautious, playful. chaotic good energy 🥰 Bad personality traits: gullible, slightly obnoxious, constantly confused, easily distracted Mood character is most often in: cheery, happy as f, practically bouncing off the walls Sense of humor: goddamn hilarious!!! at least he thinks so lol Articulation: loud and occasionally stuttery. repeating himself pretty often. the type to get lost in the middle of conversation and have to take a second to mentally loop back and remember what exactly they were talking about. uses the word ‘ like ‘ way too much. talks with his hands a whole lot. constantly talking like he’s a kooky disney character on a mission. Character’s greatest joy in life: riding a mf’in roller coaster Character’s greatest fear: disneyworld getting blown up / physically hurting someone Character is most at ease when: he’s curled up with his friends watching a disney movie Most ill at ease when: he’s laying in bed at night, pretending he’s sleeping since he can’t Enraged when: thinking about how there are vampires in bridgemead -- that they could turn other people, kill other people, or worse... harm his friends. Depressed or sad when: drinking from a blood bag. watching disney pixar’s coco. thinkin’ about a disneyworld churro and how he’ll never be able to enjoy the taste of one again. Priorities: at the moment? trying not to hurt anybody. Life philosophy: “Keep Moving Forward!” -- walt disney said that Greatest strength: his optimism / ability to take something sad or bad and turn it around! Greatest vulnerability or weakness: giving just about anyone the benefit of the doubt.

Goals Drives and motivations: getting enough money to be able to travel the world and visit every disney park on the planet. Immediate goals: graduating high school / helping the scooby gang solve mysteries Long term goals: roller coaster designer / engineer. create a haunted house / rollercoaster hybrid ride

Childhood Hometown: orlando, florida Type of childhood: the kind where he’s an only child, where his middle class parents live to please and spoil him, take him to whatever amusement park he wanted to go to and buy him all the best merch. the smile on his face was worth more than anything they ever could’ve purchased for themselves. kody probably would’ve had siblings, but his parents had complications getting pregnant again, and thus they lived to make sure he had the best life possible. Pets: a cat named toulouse ( shoutout aristocats ), but he passed when kody was fifteen Most important childhood memory: waiting in line for five hours to ride harry potter and the forbidden journey at universal studios orlando. blew his little kid mind. Dream job: imagineer!! Religion: non-practicing christians. church on easter and christmas ONLY!

Present Current location: bridgemead, massachusetts Currently living with: his parents 💖 Pets: none Religion: agnostic Sexuality: currently questioning his sexuality. growing up he always felt attracted to both boys and girls, but has never been able to articulate it. he’s only ever expressed interest in women, but he has a fat crush on chris evans as captin america Politics: would be socialist if he cared enough to think about politics Occupation/education: bridgemead high school super senior Mode of transportation: his parents dark blue prius!! but only thursday - sunday

Family Parent one: marcus pierce -- drug store manager Relationship with them: kody and his dad are best buds! if it weren’t for his fathers love for rollercoasters, kody doesn’t know what his life would be like today. they used to play rollercoaster tycoon growing up and kody still cherishes those memories today. Parent two: tina pierce -- bridgemead city manager Relationship with them: kody and his mother have a very loving relationship. however, kody’s adoration for his mother dwindled when it was her job that forced them to move to bridgemead. he thinks of it as her fault that he doesn’t get to go to disneyworld anymore, and there’s a bitter part of him that thinks that if she hadn’t made them leave, he never would’ve become a vampire. he knows its wrong to attribute her to his curse, but sometimes when he’s really sad he cant help it. Siblings: none Other important family members: his widowed aunt shirley who lives twenty minutes from disneyworld and occasionally would join them on their weekend visits to the parks. he misses her greatly 😩😩

Favorites Color: that bright electric blue color on the cinderella castle at disneyworld Music: electronic Food: a disneyworld churro. Film: the incredibles / scooby doo 2002 Drink: pink lemonadde mixed with sprite Form of entertainment: disney+ subscription. if that’s all he had, he’d be content. Most prized possession: a magic kingdom two day passport ticket from the 1980′s

Habits Hobbies: playing rollercoaster tycoon / designing rollercoasters on his computer. obsessively watching ghost club paranormal on youtube. bothering aj with the latest thing on his mind that she definitely doesn’t need to know about Plays a musical instrument?: nope. wishes he could though! Plays a sport?: nope, but would be great at track now that he’s a vampire! How he would spend a rainy day: playing kingdom hearts II in his pajamas. Spending habits: great at hoarding all of his allowance! since he’s not spending it on food, he’s an excellent saver. pre-vampirism kody was not as cautious with his spending. Smoking/drinking/drugs?: no way 🙅🏼 has yet to even try alcohol Extremely skilled at: cheering up his friends! finding the good in others and convincing them to see it too 🤗 Extremely unskilled at: stopping himself from crying when he’s sad / when he’s in the middle of crying. putting together pieces of their investigations. sure, he can find things -- but what the hell is he supposed to do with them once he’s got it?!?! Nervous tics: anxious picking at his cuticles. messing with his hair. aggressive foot tapping. scrolling through his phone without actually looking at anything. Usual body posture: that boy has been working on rollercoaster code on his computer for YEARS. his body posture is absolutely RUINED! Mannerisms: constantly talking with his hands. bouncin’ around like tigger when something exciting happens. abbreviating things that don’t need to be abbreviated. the loudest in the room at all times.

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Leader or follower? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? HELL YEAH.

Self-perception How do they feels about themselves?: before the year 2020, kody actually quite liked himself! he realized that he was goofy and sometimes not everyones cup of tea, but for the most part, he knew he was a good guy who was a little obnoxious! now, he has mixed feelings about himself. vampirism has elevated a lot of his emotions and more often than not now, he dislikes himself for what he’s become, or what he could become if things turn bloody. One word the character would use to describe themselves: spunky What does the character consider their best trait?: his compassion What does the character consider their worst trait?: his gullibility What does the character consider their best physical characteristic?: his fluffy hair !! What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic?: that he’s a short king. stream short kings anthem by tiny meat gang How does the character think others perceive them?: he’s pretty sure most people think that he’s wildly annoying, but that doesn’t stop him from being fully himself most of the time! What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: his vampirism!! get this shit out of him just make him a normal aging boy again!!

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: kody is a big ole’ ball of love, and thus so, he tries to share that with everyone. strangers are treated with compassion, acquaintances are treated as old friends, and friends are treated like family. unless kody already knows someone to be a bad person, or is wary of them, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people one could ever meet. Opinion of the Scooby Gang: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it. Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others?: it depends on the topic, but for the most part, yes. when it comes to most scooby gang related endeavors, kody will share his thoughts -- if it’s something related to movies or tv, he’ll be talking your ear off for hours. if it’s something that could result in it hurting someone else, he’ll be quiet, and if his vampirism was ever to come into question, he’d be absolutely be suppressing it. Most important person in character’s life: oh god, not to pick scooby gang favorites, but probably aj. she’s the closest thing he has to a sister, and he doesn’t know what he would do without their banter, and her support. Best friend/s: aj darke, dylan frye, & arabella byrne Dating experience: absolutely none. kissed 2 girls in the span of 2 years over 3 years ago. Romancing: kody wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to get someone to date him. all he knows is the stuff he’s seen on tv, watched in movies, or experienced around him ( such as his parents successful marriage, or his friends dating people ), but if it were to come down to him, he’d be extremely awkward. picture tom holland’s spiderman trying to talk to zendaya’s mj in far from home -- because that’s extremely accurate. kody isn’t trying to date anyone right now for a couple of reasons: one being that he’s too nervous, and not exactly looking for love, but if it were to happen... he wouldn’t run from it necessarily. but two being that his vampirism creates a bit of a problem for him, and he’s not sure if he should subject anyone to the curse he’s stuck with.

Extra Physicality: if necessary, could probably lift a car and throw it down the street. as of right now, doesn’t know how strong he really is / is more concerned about hurting his friends with this supposed strength than he is finding out how many hundreds of pounds he could lift. kody in a fight? probably losing within the first five seconds, unless bloods drawn and the instinct to pounce takes over. Species: vampire How do they feel about it?: hates it. would do anything to reverse it. wishes he had just stayed a little longer at karma cafe that night. or had never gone at all. How do they look in their supernatural form?: pretty much the same, however when he’s hungry and near blood, his eyes go all dark and bloodshot, and the veins around his eyes start to pulse ( basically just like vampire diaries ), but kody is unaware of this since he’s never seen it happen to himself or another vampire

#bridgemeadtask01 #shoutout aaustinabrams for this gif #idk how to credit gif makers listen thats my credit right there

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tirednotflirting · 4 years

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when you're next to me and the music's loud

i joined the crew of people who wrote like, love letter fics to their city (though i will be back to do it again bc i’m a romantic about this place lol). so here is jalex in austin !

title and inspo from the ungodly number of times i listened to don’t come down by the maine. thank you to literally rian dawson on a podcast for getting me to sit down and finally listen to all of lovely little lonely lol

i don’t mention the name of specific places for the sake of allowing you to kinda picture whatever you want while reading this thing but if you’re curious, the boys are seeing a show at this restaurant/venue called stubb’s (the indoor part of the venue which i’m not sure if they ever actually played but they DID play the outdoor bit in like 2011 or something).

feel free to come chat w me about austin or the couple of other places i halfway mention if you wanna. i love my city w my whole little heart and miss dancing and singing at shows

here it is on ao3

Watching Alex watch a show is probably Jack’s favorite view in the world.

He’s traveled around the world more times than he can keep track of at this point. Watched the sunrise over a few different oceans and sunsets over crowds of thousands singing along to words Alex scratched out into journals over a decade earlier. He’s watched meteor showers and solar eclipses and yet none of them hold a candle to the smile he can see on Alex’s face as he looks back at him from the crowd in this tiny, packed room.

He just barely catches the wink Alex throws in his direction before the bartender is tapping his shoulder to hand him his card back. Jack thanks her and weaves his way back through the crowd to Alex’s side. A lemon-vodka-flavored kiss is placed against the corner of his lips in thanks as Alex starts singing along to the song he’s somehow already learned the words to despite having never heard of this band before they started playing an hour earlier.

Jack knows he should be watching the band up on stage thirty or so feet in front of him but his attention just keeps getting pulled back to the boy next to him. To the way the blue and pink lights shine against Alex and paint his hair a bright purple (he makes the mental note to mention to him later that he should consider it next time he decides to dye his hair). To the way Alex bounces on his toes in the same way he does when up on stage himself. It’s always been one of Jack’s favorite parts about going to shows with Alex, the fact that he watches shows in the same way he performs one. It’s further evidence of how in sync he always is with the people who come to see them play.

It had been Alex’s idea to find a show to go to on their off night in the city. The venue’s website had no notice that tonight’s show was sold out so after dinner they wandered down the street and bought tickets at the door. Jack bought the tickets and Alex bought their first round (This is like a rock and roll version of dinner and movie, right?).

He closes his eyes for a moment then and takes a breath before bringing his drink to his lips again. Jack has always loved coming to Austin. He’s spent his entire life in love with live music. He loves the volume that leaves his ears ringing and bright lights and screaming along with singers from crowds. It’s always been his favorite part of being in a band, that he gets to help create those moments. Sometimes he forgets what it’s like from this end though. And this city always feels like the best place to come to for a reminder. The city always feels like it’s singing, like there’s music coming from every corner. It’s a different feeling from LA or Nashville or any other big, bright city. It feels more pure and alive but in an unpolished kind of way. Austin is what live music is meant to feel like.

“What’s going on up there?” Jack hears as Alex’s lips brush against his ear while tapping a finger against his forehead. He opens his eyes to the bright lights and blinks a few times so he can focus on the room before turning to let his eyes lock with Alex’s. Jack watches the stage lights flash in the dark brown of his irises, another view he should be so familiar with by now but still knocks him out every time. His free hand drops to wrap around Alex’s waist to pull him into his side and his cheeks warm at the laugh he receives in response though the music is loud enough he can’t hear it.

“Just happy. To be here, to be with you,” Jack leans in to say so he can be heard above the music. He watches Alex close his eyes and smile in the flashes of colored light coming from the stage and Jack returns the grin when he feels Alex lean more into his side and drop his head against Jack’s shoulder. He reaches for Jack’s free hand with his own and presses his lips against the back of it and Jack figures it says more than what he would likely be able to hear over the crowd and the music.

Jack knows it’s a ridiculously cheesy thought but there really is something so intimate about standing in the middle of a crowd with the person you love. He can hear the music, see the lights and the colorful crowd around them, taste the tequila on his tongue but his head is full of nothing but a static of Alex Alex Alex. As he’s gotten older, Jack found he was proud of himself for his ability to be more present as he moved about life and the world around him. But every once in a while his heart clouds up what’s in front of his eyes and the weight of his smiling, singing boy against his chest is the only thing in the world. It’s a peaceful feeling. For as long as he can remember, even when they were rowdy, screaming kids, Jack’s brain has always automatically associated Alex with peace. It’s something he’s been thankful for, to grow up in this wild world they created for themselves while holding the eye of the hurricane against his chest.

Alex lifts his head from Jack’s shoulder then and returns to shouting and jumping along with the crowd. The song comes to a close soon after and Jack wraps an arm around Alex’s middle to sway them back and forth as they listen to the singer introduce what is to be the final song of the night. He thanks the crowd and tells them to come out back to say hello after they pack up. Jack smiles fondly as he remembers hearing similar words from another lead singer in the same room nearly a decade earlier. He hopes the boy standing at stage right all those years ago would be proud of where he’s at now, playing to bigger rooms further downtown and holding the boy he loves against his chest. (A younger Jack would probably be most surprised that he’s drinking tequila though, if he’s being honest.)

“Where are we headed after this? Zack and Rian are asking if they can join,” Alex says into Jack’s ear to bring him back out of his nostalgia.

Jack drops his head to rest on Alex’s shoulder, his arms wrapping further around his middle. “Girl at the bar was recommending this other bar basically across the street. Said they have a food truck too if the boys are wanting food. I’ll drop the location for it when we’re heading out.” “Always one step ahead, aren’t you?”

“Only when playing tourist,” Jack laughs before turning to press his lips to Alex’s hair. He stands up straight then as the song starts and this time he instinctively starts jumping with the rest of the crowd as he recognizes the tune coming from the stage. Alex joins him and then they’re both bouncing and dancing around in the middle of the packed room, loudly singing to a chorus they both only barely know.

Soon enough, their eyes are sparkling as they laugh and try to catch their breath, the room already clearing out as the crowd heads for the merch booth and the bathrooms. Jack shoots the name of the bar to the group message while Alex spins around in circles while tying his flannel around his waist, bopping his head along and singing to a song that’s no longer playing. “Come on,” Jack says while pocketing his phone and reaching for Alex’s hand. “The food truck has chili fries.”

“God, I love you,” Alex says dazedly as they reach the stairs to take them back to the street level.

Jack laughs. “Because I know where to get chili fries at nearly midnight in downtown Austin?”

“For so many reasons, my love, but at this moment, yes. Because of the chili fries.”

“Alright, silly boy. Love you, too.”

And then they’re back outside and somehow the magic of the crowd and the band and the lights hasn’t faded as they head for the crosswalk. Jack is used to leaving a show and stepping back into a reality that just doesn’t feel as special as the energy of a show. Maybe that’s the most special part about Austin, that the entire city carries that magic in the gentle breeze blowing under the hem of his t-shirt. He’s turning to Alex as they cross the street to describe the feeling to him and see if he even understands what he means, when the grip Alex has on Jack’s hand tightens momentarily.

“I can feel it, too.”

Jack can only laugh in response, because of course Alex gets it. He always gets it. Later when they’re dancing around their hotel room, Alex will compare the feeling to something having to do with the formation of galaxies and exploding supernovas. Jack will smile and agree with every comparison Alex makes but when asked for his own, Jack will remember the weight against his chest during the show and the reflection of the city in dark brown eyes and give an answer with a more simple, four letter name.

#jalex #jalex fic #i am so so in love with this place and live music and i miss it all SO DAMN MUCH #that bar they go to has these super fun house drinks too like one of them has watermelon and rose water and they are So Damn Fun #i went to a 90s country themed drag show once and it was one of my favorite nights in the city probably ever

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path-of-my-childhood · 4 years

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I wonder if she's gonna do something else with that band... You can't waste the name "Jack Leopards & The Dolphin Club" ahahah She can record whatever she wants from her songs with a another name that isn't Taylor Swift, so this might be fun... She could experiment

It has to be someone else that’s singing though, otherwise she’s just re-recording. I don’t think this will be a thing, especially with so much re-recording she will legally be allowed to do later this year. I just think she really wanted to be a part of the soundtrack of the show she loves, so she found a way to do so.

This kind of TV Show stuff has to be done way in advance, because of approvals and editing and whatnot... So you know, the season premiered on April 12th, so it does seem to be approximately right time frame. I actually kinda think that ideally it should have been done earlier... but I guess this worked out just fine. I’m glad she got to have that moment, and in a way that works for her. Having an iconic song like LWYMMD on one of her favorite shows - I don’t think that kinda stuff ever stops being cool.

Hmm, maybe... I think it was mostly just adjusting it to the vibe of the scene and the show. AND, more importantly, to what Austin can do with his voice 😆 Btw, here is a link where you can see the episode, the scene is starting around 5th minute, and you will see that the mood & sound of the cover really works well with the scene.

I have no idea... Maybe they’ll share the story at some point in the future. Till then... It’s a mystery 😏

Hmm, I haven’t been paying that much attention. But now that you’ve mentioned it, next time I listen I’ll try and see if I can spot it.

Yeah, Prince’s story is legendary... but it is also different. S&S have ownership of her masters, and this is about past work, Prince used new name to release new music freely, obviously there's a difference. Actually regarding Prince’s story - years ago I remember reading an article from those days where his lawyer was asked right after that happened to explain everything, and he himself wasn’t exactly sure how all of it was gonna go. But yeah, Taylor is free right now to release whatever she wants so the name change would serve much purpose. (I edited the answer cause I kinda...err, didn’t fully read the ask, thought you were talking about something else anon. My bad...)

#asks #taylor swift #Jack Leopard & The Dolphin Club #look what you made me do #killing eve #cover #austin swift #nils sjoberg #jack antonoff #re recording

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confessionsofgayvictum · 4 years

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After school I went to have my session with Dr.Johnson, by this time he had already had the meeting with my mother I wasnt worried about him telling her anything about what I had been telling him since I knew by law he couldnt. What I was worried about was him telling her that no longer needed to see him so that was may concern and the burning question I just had to ask. Once I entered his room and became settled I asked him how the meeting with my mother went he sat down in his chair and took off his glasses. He was so handsome with or with out his glasses and the way he sat with his legs wide open gave him even more sex appeal. It went fine we talked about how far you had become and I let her know that she had no reason to be concerned with your current mental state. Did she ask if I needed to keep seeing you? Yes he replied she did ask and I suggested I speak with you about it before that decision is made. Do you want to keep seeing me ? He asked. Yes I do I like talking to you. Do you feel like you need to keep seeing me? He asked. I told a moment before I answered. No I honestly dont think I do but I want to I feel like having you to talk to has helped me get to where I am and Im not sure if I will remain where I am with out you. Ok he said well lets talk about what is currently going on in your life. We talked about Austin I told him we had fixed things between us and our relationship was improving and that i had hopes of it returning to normal I told him about school that I was doing great and we even talked a little about how I felt that both my parents were moving on and dating other people. Once my hour with him was up and we were finishing up I started walking around his office while talking and slowly made my way closer to him and sat on the edge of his desk he was sitting back in his chair taking notes while I spoke I positioned myself so that when he looked up I was almost directly in front of him leaning against his desk with my bulge showing I had jeans on but I didnt have on any underwear so my dick was showing just not as much as it would have been if I was wearing shorts. He looked up and started to tell me something and I seen his eyes pause on my crotch then back to his note book he said well our time is up for today I feel like we have made great progress or something of that nature Idk I wasnt really listening but when he went to stand up he dropped his pen which rolled under his chair and thats when he made the mistake of bending over to get it and I pressed my bulge against his ass. He immediately stood upright but it was to late my hands were on his waist holding his ass against my already hard cock. Im sorry he said. for what? I replied. He turned around quickly we cant do stuff like this he said. like what I replied taking his hand and putting it on my bulge. Like that he said pulling his hand away after a moment what about this I said grabbing him and pulling him close his bulge on mine my hands on his ass. stop he said ok I replied letting him go. He sat back down trying to hide the fact that he was hard. Maybe it a good idea if we no longer see each other he said. Oh ya I replied you think thats a good idea. I was being sarcastic and unzipping my pants at the same time my hard dick popped out and I started stroking right in his face his eyes were big he licked his lips but still told me to stop.

I didnt I stepped forward and rubbed the head of my cock on his lips he closed his eyes he was breathing hard I could tell he was trying his best to resist me but he couldnt he opened his mouth and I put the head of my dick in I grabbed his head with both hands and started fucking his mouth it felt so good his mouth was wet and warm his pretty lips looked beautiful around my cock kept going for a moment longer when he stopped me im sorry he said you have to go my next client is coming in any moment ok I said putting my hard dick back on my pants. He walked me to the door and said goodbye he was nervous and sweating he looked like he was about to pass out good I thought I left his office I finally made some progress with him.

I went straight home and to my room to jack off and I came so much thinking about what had just happen I couldnt wait to see him again.

#gay stories #gay #gay teen #gay doctor

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magnoliawhetstone · 4 years

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Introducing The Whetstones || 10.31.2020

“Why you wanna marry me anyhow?

So I can kiss you anytime I want.”

Wedding Song || Vows

“People always used to laugh at me when I said I believed in soulmates--as if they were silly myth that didn’t exist. They’d appease me for a moment and then do their best to remind me how the real world works. But I couldn’t understand why they didn’t believe in them--wasn’t it obvious? Now I realize that the reason it was so obvious to me was because I had found my soulmate at seven years old with the little boy living next door to me who would invite me over to play and ride horses and bake with his momma--who made a place for me in his life when others wouldn’t. Soulmates are rare, yes--but they aren’t a myth. And I think our love story proves that. I Happy wedding day, baby. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate.”

Jack feels like it’s a dream when he rolls over and finds a head of blonde hair next to him. Of course, he quickly realizes it’s not when he inhales a mouthful of hair and tries not to gag on it. “Hey,” his voice is soft as it comes out, his hand dragging up the soft skin of Lia’s arm until he can twist his fingers into hers, “Mags- hey, you should wake up. Don’t you and Moira have a costume shopping thing happening in like… an hour?” Jack’s eyes flicker to the clock that sits on the bedside table closest to Magnolia’s head and it’s already 10:30- this is the first time he’s slept in in years and there’s nothing he wants more than to stay curled up around Magnolia forever. Jack cuddles in closer and slides his leg between hers, his cold toes pressing against her ankle, “It’s not like you to sleep in like this. Come on, Mags- don’t make me tickle you.” His hand brushes over her side, “I’ll do it. I will.”

“Mmmmhh,” She mumbles incoherently as she feels Jack’s fingers intertwine with hers. “Shopping can wait till later. I am not moving.” She presses herself closer to him to emphasize the point. In truth, Jack was right--Magnolia didn’t sleep in hardly ever but that was before she’d fallen asleep in Jack’s bed with him beside her. Now the idea of never leaving was a thousand times more compelling and she was planning to do just that. She jumped softly as the shock of cold on her ankles but still made no move to get up. Sleeping next to Jack was by far the most comfortable position she’d ever been in and waking up next to him was something she could do forever, if given the option. She yawns lazily, shifting slight to adjust to fall back asleep when she hears his threat. “You wouldn’t,” Lia’s eyes open just a slight bit more, sending him a glare. “Don’t you dare tickle me mister, I can’t be held responsible for what happens if you do!”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” his fingers dance over her side and he gives it a squeeze in hopes that she’ll jump. Jack leans forward and over her, a smile pulling wide across his face as he does, “You know she’ll kill you if you’re late. Or she’ll kill me. Regardless of who she kills, one of us will be suffering, so you really should get up.” Jack lays down on top of Magnolia while laughing - it may not be his entire body weight but they break out in giggles, “Do you have any ideas on what you’re thinking of getting for a costume? I have no desire in the slightest to go get a costume so I was thinking like… James Bond or something. Slick back hair- suit, you know… the usual.” It’s not that Jack hated Halloween- he really didn’t, in fact- he loved getting to dress up, but this year had been weird and he was just ready for the month to be over.

“Jack!” She gasps slightly, laughter escaping from her as she looks at him more clearly. She watches as a few stray curls fall in front of his eyes and her heart jumps in the same way her body did when he squeezed her side. She thought herself a pretty focused person, all things considered--until you threw Jack Whetstone in the mix. Just a look at him and her whole train of thought just fly out the window. Lia’s lips slipped into a sly smirk, her free hand maneuvering up to brush the curls from his eyes before she leaned forward to kiss him gently. “First of all, I’m a princess to her--so that grants me royal immunity,” She teased, another giggle bubbling from within her. She didn’t believe Moira when she called her a princess, but she was also pretty convinced the woman would let her being a teensy-bit late slide, all things considered. “And secondly, I can probably use that immunity on you too--but if you are really that tired of me hogging your bed…” A quick peck on the nose and she thought on his question. “Well I don’t know--I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years. Usually I’m working.” Most holidays she’s working, but that wasn’t the question. “The usual? So, you think you’re usually 007, huh? I mean, I suppose you’re handsome enough for it,” She laughed again, her arms snaking to wrap loosely around his neck. “Well the obvious choice is some sort of princess or--like a mouse? But I don’t know, I kind of think it’d be fun to do something not obvious for once, y’know? Throw everyone off their groove?”

“You’re a princess to everyone, Mags. It’ll always amaze me how you don’t see how people lay down and roll over like lovesick puppies for you,” He pressed his lips to her shoulder and kissed across it- they’d hardly done anything more than kissing and cuddling, but this was enough for Jack for once. This felt right. “I’m pretty damn sure I’m James Bond at all times,” he rolled his eyes at the expected jar comment that he knew would follow- at this rate, he was pretty sure he could afford to buy an engagement ring with the amount of money he owed Magnolia. “What if we did like… a couple’s costume? I know that’s cliche and I know we arent a couple…” his words hung in the air for a moment. What even were they anyways? Basically a couple, right? Just one that never spoke about how they felt, “I’d offer to be someone from Pride and Prejudice but honestly… I don’t think I can pull off the look.” Jack let his hands hang off of Magnolia’s arms, his thumb brushing against her soft skin, “Well… if you’re looking for something not obvious, I think playing it safe is not the way to go.”

“Lovesick puppies?” A soft giggle escaped her lips as she felt him kiss her shoulders. “Oh please, they don’t do that. I just ask nicely and usually they are nice enough to help out--or my bag of baked goods helps. I’m like Mary Poppins but with cookies!” Nothing about this scenario felt wrong or weird to her--like it was just normal to wake up in the bed of your crush without anything having happened the night before and the idea that it felt just right made her smile wide. “Jack--” She looked around the room they were in and let out a sigh. “Dang it, the jar doesn’t count in the bedroom.” Lia sent him a wink and she laughed a little, swiftly moving on to his next suggestion--a couples costume. Or, rather, a not-officially-a-couple couples costume. That name didn’t roll off the tongue half as well--but nevermind that. “First of all, you could pull off anything you wanted to--but even so, Pride and Prejudice might still be too obvious. Oh--wait, you said James Bond, don’t those movies always have a,” She furrowed her brows as she tried to think of the name, it resting on the top of her tongue. “A Bond Girl!” A Bond Girl--you forgot the name of Bond Girl. “What about that? I mean, to be fair I’ve never seen a James Bond movie--am I totally off base?”

If Jack had been drinking water, he would’ve choked, “Doesn’t count in the…” he let out a nervous laugh, “There you go surprising me again, as usual.” He buried his head into Lia’s neck as she rattled out ideas of a bond girl while he tried to think through his own. Austin Powers came to mind- and while that’d be fun, he didn’t think it’d quite hit the mark like he wanted it to. The thing was… Jack was tired of them playing this game- he was tired of them dancing around the idea of a relationship or of dating. They’d been metaphorically dating for most of their lives at this point, and maybe that’s why he’d been so reluctant to truly put effort into sealing the deal because he knew it took so much to start when really… he was ready to have the white picket fence ending with Magnolia tomorrow, if he could. Jack pulled Magnolia closer to him, “Maybe not James Bond… what about… I mean, like… assassins are kinda cool, aren’t they? Or spies? We don’t necessarily need to be characters, right?” It was in that moment that he had an epiphany-, “Wait! Have you ever seen Mr. and Mrs. Smith?” Jack pulled back, a wild grin on his face, “That would be so badass.”

“I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve,” She grinned and kissed the top of his head as he buried his face in her shoulder. “Haven’t figured me out yet y’know.” Lia teased, her fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair as she listened to his follow up--though her mind was caught up in the idea of a couples costume--whatever they were, it was still enough to dress up in a costume that matched. But they had always done that, in some way--perhaps that was the first sign that there was clearly something more between them. Well, not the first sign--their inability to stay separate from each other was clearly number one. There would have been no shuffling in the tilt-a-whirl line if that wasn’t the case. But it wasn’t like she wanted to stay away either--as cheesy as it sounded, her world never felt more upright and normal than when she was with Jack and it made her heart skip when she thought about it. “Assassins? Oh wait--that’s the movie with Brad and Angelina, right?” Part of her was shocked that she had even seen the movie, but it had been years ago and didn’t remember much of it, except the fact they were married and….were trying to kill eachother. But they could leave that part out. Her face lit up. “No, that’s perfect. Like it’s a fantastic mix of James Bond and Bond Girl but with a twist.” She paused for a moment. “Wait--can we do that scene where they’re dancing in their fancy clothes but she also has a weapon on her thigh?” Lia had always thought that was the coolest part. “I love this idea.”

Jack couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Oh, so you’re telling me sweet little miss Magnolia Barnes wants to walk around with a gun strapped to her thigh and a cut in her dress up to her waist?” He bit his lip to bite back a bigger smile and squeezed her side, “I mean- it’s an easy costume, right?” Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He could do that- it was classy enough for a ball, but fun enough for a couple’s costume. Jack thought about the little paper ring in his bedside dresser- he’d been playing around with origami for a while and he’d made it on a whim- hoping to give it to Magnolia as a fun, whimsical gift when she needed a pick-me-up. It took a moment- a moment of Lia fumbling around with her words and Jack staring at her lips moving for him to comprehend the thoughts racing through his head. Lia. Ring. Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Couple. Costume. Ring. Lia. Ring. Mr. & Mrs. Jack sucked in a breath of air- the thought… the idea was crazy. It was… Jack knew it was possibly maybe even the dumbest thing he’d ever do or even suggest- but they’d waited so long. It was gonna happen someday, anyways, wasn’t it? “Hey… Magnolia?” Jack waited until he’d caught her eye, “You remember when our parents sat us down and told us that one day we’d be required to marry?” He remembered that day- it’d been the best day of his life- getting to marry the girl he’d been in love with for years sounded like heaven. “I know I acted like I was upset- like I didn’t want it,” Jack sucked in a deep breath. Was this going to be the conversation they’d been avoiding for months? Now? In his bed, a mess of tangled curls and twisted bedsheets? “But since then, I haven’t really thought about anything but getting to marry you. I haven’t seriously dated anyone since then- not without that thought of getting to be at the end of an aisle you get to walk down to me.” He pulled himself away from Magnolia and dug around in his bedside drawer and when he rolled back over, he held the little paper ring up between the two of them, “I guess I’m just trying to…” he paused, sucked in a deep breath, and asked, “Why don’t we just go as Mr. & Mrs. Whetstone instead? Would you marry me and give me the honor of making you my forever partner? Even more so than you already are.”

“Maybe I’m not so sweet after all. It’s not fair if only Nic gets to have all the fun” She nudged him lightly, jumping with a laugh at his squeeze. “I mean, that’s proof enough that its definitely not something people would think I’d wear.” Lia nodded a few times--Mr. and Mrs. Smith, that was perfect. After all, she already had dresses like that...well, not exactly like that, but she could find one easily. Plus, getting to see Jack in a suit was not her idea of a bad night, that’s for sure. It was a masquerade ball too! So they’d fit right in--wow, there really couldn’t have been a better costume idea. Her mind wandered around the idea again, trying to figure out just where she was going to get a thigh holster in Chicago--and also how to put one on. Maybe she’d get Moira to help her...Blinking a few times, she heard Jack use her name and her eyes locked with his. Something was different in the way he looked at her and she chewed her lip lightly, suddenly slightly nervous. Slowly nodding as she sat up, she listened, suddenly she was immediately back in that chair, all the way in South Carolina, looking at her momma as if she was crazy--when in reality she believed this might have been the only good thing she’d ever done. Marrying Jack was the one part of her future she had never wanted to change--and finding him again reignited a slight bit of hope that maybe it wouldn’t have to. She knew it was a long time coming if that were the case, right? Right? There was...was no way--was there? Magnolia heard the words he was saying--the words that echoed exactly what she felt but it wasn’t until a small, crafted paper ring appeared between them that Lia felt herself gasp loudly. Her hand flew to her mouth as she looked at him, the ring, and him again. No, this had to be a dream--there was no way he was proposing to her--and yet… “Jack--” Her mind spun, trying to find words to complete her though, the moment rendering her speechless in the best way. “Yes!” She finally managed to say, in between laughs and sniffles. It didn’t matter to her that they hadn’t ever said they were a couple--or been on a date. Magnolia Barnes had always known what her answer would have been if he had asked her to marry him--that was a choice she had made on her own years ago and one that had not changed. “Of course--of course. I can think of no better way I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life, Jack Whetstone. No better way.” Without thinking, she pulled him into a kiss--perhaps with slightly more force than she had anticipated. “Oops,” She giggled slightly, “Sorry.”

Jack felt his heart throb in his chest- the moment of silence that lingered between the two of them as he got his words out and just before she answered felt like a million years and less than a second all in one moment. Her ‘yes!’ had him laughing, tears maybe brimming his eyes (not that he’d admit that) and he eagerly leaned into the kiss, not at all minding the way their teeth clashed together as he went. Jack pulled back after a few more kisses and hopped out of bed- he followed the movement with half a happy dance and half a pace across the room, “Okay- we gotta call Momma, I’ll call the private jet company- Vegas sounds good, right? Not that either of us would normally get married there, but that makes sense, right? We’ll find a photographer and get married tomorrow morning. Halloween. Fly back just in time for the gala and then… surprise everyone?” Jack bit his lip- while he may not have been a planner like his fiance, he still liked to have things in order. “We’ll get you a dress in Vegas. Maybe get Elvis to marry us, too?” Jack was certain that his Momma would never let him get away with only an elopement, so the idea of having fun with the first ceremony- one for just the two of them (plus his momma), was his ideal perfect day. Jack jumped back on the bed and pulled Magnolia into another kiss, “Come on’, future Mrs. Whetstone- we got a lot to do and you still gotta go see Moira.”

A wash of utter joy spread over Magnolia’s entire being as she watched him react to her acceptance and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him--with her fiance. She wasn’t sure she could smile much wider than she currently was--but it was impossible for her not to try at that thought. Fiance. Future Husband. How long has she thought about that far off idea--and now it was here. Like really really here. “Wait--today?” Lia looked over at him pacing, blinking a few times as she caught up with what he was saying. “You mean like...like actually get married today?” The idea was--well, he was right. It wasn’t like either of them to do this and yet...it also made complete sense. Lia had just said she wanted to do something unexpected--and getting married out of the blue was pretty much the epitome of that. Though, as big of a risk as it was, it also felt like...common sense. Of course they’d get married today--how long had they already waited, in a relationship or not? For once in her life, the blonde had no reservations about this idea. Another laugh erupted from her chest and she nodded quickly. “For someone who doesn’t like to plan ahead, you sure are impressive in the moment. But yes--that sounds absolutely perfect. And honestly very easy--who said planning a wedding was hard?” She teased, kissing him back with a grin and doing her best to not get caught up in the moment again--not an easy feat. “Mmm, I’m up, I’m up--you’re little plan to get me out of bed worked a little too well. But go call your Momma, Mr. Whetstone, before her superpower figures it out and you’re in hot water.” Lia giggled, tugging gently on his curl as she skipped to the bathroom--there sure was a lot to do, no time to waste.

#[[its that elm shade red road clay you grew up on; jack]]#SCREAMS IN SURPRISE!!!#[[homecoming queen?; headcannons]]

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10/31/2020 - JACK & MAGNOLIA WHETSTONE

There’s a moment when you say to yourself, “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.” Except... my moment happened when when I was too young to even remember and then happened again six months ago in a random hallway, in a random hotel in Chicago. I’ve spent my life chasing the feeling of finding someone special and didn’t want to wait to make her mine forever. Happy wedding day, my love.

If you’d like to listen to Jack & Lia’s wedding song, click here.

If you’d like to read Jack’s vows to Lia, click here.

Beneath the cut is the story on how Jack and Lia got engaged, in their own perspectives.

A wash of utter joy spread over Magnolia’s entire being as she watched him react to her acceptance and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him--with her fiance. She wasn’t sure she could smile much wider than she currently was--but it was impossible for her not to try at that thought. Fiance. Future Husband. How long has she thought about that far off idea--and now it was here. Like really really here. “Wait--today?” Lia looked over at him pacing, blinking a few times as she caught up with what he was saying. “You mean like...like actually get married today?” The idea was--well, he was right. It wasn’t like either of them to do this and yet...it also made complete sense. Lia had just said she wanted to do something unexpected--and getting married out of the blue was pretty much the epitome of that. Though, as big of a risk as it was, it also felt like...common sense. Of course they’d get married today--how long had they already waited, in a relationship or not? For once in her life, the blonde had no reservations about this idea. Another laugh erupted from her chest and she nodded quickly. “For someone who doesn’t like to plan ahead, you sure are impressive in the moment. But yes--that sounds absolutely perfect. And honestly very easy--who said planning a wedding was hard?” She teased, kissing him back with a grin and doing her best to not get caught up in the moment again--not an easy feat. “Mmm, I’m up, I’m up--your little plan to get me out of bed worked a little too well. But go call your Momma, Mr. Whetstone, before her superpower figures it out and you’re in hot water.” Lia giggled, tugging gently on his curl as she skipped to the bathroom--there sure was a lot to do, no time to waste.

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