#ugh the BOOTS. pastas BELT

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Fic Excerpt :

Infiltrating Toronto’s castle wasn’t as difficult as navigating its rooms, the winding halls and complex corridors, the doors that lead to dead ends and the gardens that are ought to be described as a mazes. David hears the other bruins complain, the rookies who had never seen such architecture before must be overwhelmed; but he can’t find it in himself to care.

He knows what he wants. What he’s here for. His heart is clutching at one thing, claws digging into the memory of his lover. His dirty, bloodied boots are thumping against the perfect marbled ground but he can’t hear them over the pounding in his ears. He’s so close. So close. He can taste Willy’s lips against his own.

He runs like a man possessed, making his way blind, as if pulled by an invisible string. Somehow he’s sure that William is— that he—

When their eyes meet, it’s almost as if time itself had stopped.

The willypasta AU in which Willy is a spoiled prince, Pasta is a barbarian warrior, their countries are at war but that doesn’t stop them from being helplessly, hopelessly in love with each other :)

Another scrumptious piece of art from the most talented @adelphenium , aided by my co-commissioner and enabler @patrice-bergerons i love you two to pieces 💝💗💞💕💞💗💖💖💖💕💞💘💘💓💝💗 I’ve been screaming about this for HOURS 😩

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Gaster Blastober 2019 - Week Two

Participating in Gaster Blastertober 2019 put on by @gbpack-discord. I will be doing my best to write short ficlets every week. I’ll be adding them to the side stories fic on AO3 eventually. Hope you guys enjoy! Most will be kinda fluffy cause I feel icky and need some smiles <3

Prompt: TRANSFORMATION 

Fandom: Undertale

Warnings: None

Fluff-rating: 9999%

It’s crazy how fast time flies.

Grillby pondered this as he sat in his chair, surrounded by lots of other monsters. The auditorium they were in was packed, families crammed into every available space. A few whimsums and whimsalots perched themselves up in the ceiling rafters, clearly too intimidated to attempt to fight for seating below. Once in a while, he glanced towards the curtained stage along with a few other monsters, and then to their various watches.

Soon, it would begin, and Grillby would get to see something he never thought he’d get to experience.

Today, he gets to see one of his sons graduate from college.

“UGH.” To the right, Papyrus shifted in his seat, trying to be comfortable. “I WISH THEY WOULD JUST START ALREADY.”

“Patience Papyrus, this is a big day for a lot of people.” Grillby couldn’t help but softly chuckle. Papyrus was a monster who rarely hated anything. But his one true nemesis would always be having to sit still in a chair. He was simply too animated to be contained in one spot for long. He figured that out long ago, when his kindergarten teacher would call him in a panic, only to find Papyrus happily doing his schoolwork outside. How he managed to escape unnoticed proved he was the complete opposite of Sans, who enjoyed staying in one spot for hours at a time. Papyrus lived for the outdoors.

Angel above, kindergarten was years and years ago.

It was hard to believe that such a tiny little skeleton grew up into a monster that was easily taller than nearly everyone in the room. He stuck out terribly even when seated. A few monsters had to move around him just to see. It was clear how much he hated being here, but there was something far stronger keeping him there, and that was the bond he shared with his brother. Those two would do anything for each other.

Grillby allowed himself to slip back into the past for a while, tuning out the excited chatter and Papyrus’s fidgeting for now. It was difficult to understand just how much time had passed. Good memories and bad ones alike past by with speed. Nothing passed so quickly before to the old general. Not even the first few centuries of entrapment under the mountain went by as fast.

He could still vividly recall finding the two tiny skeletons rooting around in the trash behind his bar. How small and sick they both were. How long it took to get them to believe that not everyone was out to hurt them.

Sans was so fragile both in body and mind. It took years of finding the right therapy and medication before he can actually begin to live the life he was supposed to have from the very beginning. Scars faded, including those horrifying bar-codes, now only remnant grooves with no meaning to anyone else but themselves. Sans rarely spoke, rarely instigated anything, even just asking for something to drink was just too intimidating to him. There were many nights passed holding him and promising that nothing would ever hurt him again, and more time until he believed it.

But here he was now, years later, about to get his bachelors degree in theoretical physics. The first of many, he was told. Sans fully intended to collect plenty of PHDs under his belt, but this was the first stepping stone to that dream. He was happy with his smiles now reaching his eye sockets, all genuine. He had a large group of friends, including his dearest two, Undyne and Alphys. Alphys was in the same class as Sans, while Undyne went off to boot camp with Papyrus. All four made it a point to meet up as often as they could.

It was a transformation so subtle, it hit him then just how much the two have changed.

“OF COURSE IT IS A BIG DAY!” Grillby was snapped out of his thoughts by Papyrus. “BROTHER IS GETTING A PIECE OF PAPER THAT SHOWS WHAT HE ALREADY KNEW BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL.”

“Yes, Sans is very smart, but that piece of paper is what he needs in order to continue his dreams.” Grillby laid a hand on the taller skeleton’s shoulder to get him to sit still a little. “It’s like your certificate, you are now a licensed professional. His just….needs a lot more certificates.”

“FATHER, YOU KNOW THAT WE WILL BE HERE AGAIN FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES. HE’LL NEVER STOP GETTING THEM. I ONLY NEEDED ONE.”

“It’s different for you. I am sure that they do not give out college degrees for tracking lost people and digging out cave-ins.”

“AND THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T GO TO COLLEGE. THEY SHOULD HAVE THOSE! I TELL YOU FATHER, THAT IS UNFAIR.”

Grillby laughed. For someone with past like his dear Papyrus, he turned out completely different than what most people would have expected. Born to be tortured and forced to kill, Papyrus instead has turned into one of the most kindest he has ever seen. Grillby did his best to nurture that in his youngest, and he grew up into someone who would help anyone regardless of who they were. It made sense he would go into his current line of work, search and rescue. His beastly form, designed to kill humans, instead helps him dig out trapped monsters and find lost children. Even as a powerful creature, he always looked kindly, and is adored by children.

Sans’ beast form was the complete opposite. Being so short and stout, he was like a large teddy bear. He would park himself in one place and not move for hours. He often ended up as a cuddle buddy for anyone looking for a nap, as he just looked so cuddly

Gaster did his best to design creatures of violence and death, but he failed. He completely and utterly failed.

And, Grillby was happy for that.

Before he could say anything further, the lights dimmed, and the current dean of New Home university floated to the stage. The crowd hushed and Papyrus did his best to sit still and pay attention. The dean opened up one of his mouths, and began to speak, and Angel above, was it awful to listen to.

Grillby heard all the boring introductions as the dean droned on about a story of a frog trapped in a bucket of cream and something about never giving up and butter and it related to science somehow. Grillby felt himself sighing along side Papyrus as they waited for him to finish the convoluted story and get on with it.

The ceremony didn’t even start, and already Grillby could see Bertram in the row in front of him, sobbing into a handful of tissues. Frank was doing his best to keep Gnash awake as the poor guardsmen kept nodding off. The crowd was doing their very best to stay seated and wait out the terrible story.

FINALLY the story ended, and one by one they began to call students out to retrieve their diplomas. Each student was met with applause and cheering, but then….

“Sans Fire!”

Sans stepped out, his graduation cap crooked and with a size too big robe. He of course, was met by cheers, along with the howling of the Snowdin Canine unit, and “THAT’S MY BROTHER!” shouted over the noise. Sans went to shake one of the many, many tentacles of the dean and took his diploma case. There was a soft ‘bzzt’ and said tentacle was pulled back sharply, as Sans showed off the joy buzzer hidden in his palm. The dean harshly pointed at one of the seats on stage, as Sans grinned. He then turned around and scanned the crowd before resting his eyes on Grillby. It wasn’t like he was hard to find, after all.

Grillby could feel tears of magma build up around the embers of his eyes as Sans winked and nodded, and went back to sit with his fellow students.

For a moment, he was speechless.  A strange feeling overcame him. The past and the present blended together for a moment, and he could almost see that tiny six year old Sans sitting up there instead of the adult he is now.

“FATHER! THE CHAIR!” Papyrus suddenly shouted.

Grillby jerked in alarm and looked down, to see that some of his tears had fallen and started to set the chair he was on fire. Bits of flame fell down and set the tacky carpet alight. A commotion broke out around him as fellow parents evacuated the space around the flame and Papyrus went into full ‘rescue’ mode. Grillby was trying to apologize as Papyrus moved him away from the flames as to not make them worse.

From his seat up on stage, Sans watched and sighed as Alphys patted his back. The commotion at least, livened up the ceremony, as now the dean was trying to calm people down with another long boring story.

The nature of growing up is a transformation in of itself. Time passes and things must change, sometimes for good, sometimes for bad. But as Sans watched Papyrus put out the fire by dumping a container of pasta over it, he was sure that not everything has to change.

[lilibug--xx]

Awkward Encounters

Chapter 2/3  

Here is the archive link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12245094/chapters/27881679

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Jughead seemed to float around the mall after leaving Victoria’s Secret. Thoughts of his date on his mind making him step light, even in his black combat boots. He stopped to sit on a bench outside the game store, where he picked up his promised offering from Veronica. He looked over at the food court briefly before deciding he could wait until his date to eat again.

Where should he take her? What kind of food did she like? What should he drive – his motorcycle or should he ask to borrow Archie’s truck? Should he go home and change clothes? Should he get her flowers? Maybe he should call Veronica and ask- ugh forget that idea Jughead. Should he clean the apartment? - what did she mean by dessert exactly? The low tone in which she had spoken combined with her eyes growing dark he couldn’t help the tingle that started to burn up his spine. Tie him up and eat him – she could do whatever she wanted.

His thoughts were so consuming he didn’t even realize he had driven home. Jughead was standing in front of the apartment he shared with Archie with his key in the lock. Okay then. Might as well take a shower.

After getting squeaky clean and washing his hair he ran a towel through it, leaving his beanie off to let it dry. He pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans sans rips and a black belt. Deciding on a dark grey button up, he left the top bottom undone and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, loosely tucking it into his jeans. He lay back on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling. He still had a couple hours before he had to pick Betty up.

He pulled out his phone and set an alarm before closing his eyes and locking his arms behind his head. He didn’t usually nap, but he felt this swell of feelings he couldn’t identify – anxiety Jughead, you know thee well, and just felt like trying to clear his mind for a bit. He didn’t actually sleep that many hours regularly, as he had a touch of insomnia that more often than not required pills in order to get at least six hours. But he finally managed to doze off for a little bit while imagining Betty’s hand raking through his hair. Jughead was always one of those people that secretly loved to have his hair played with – it made him calm and sleepy.

He didn’t dream but rather heard a soothing voice that seemed to lift that clawing pressure on his shoulders. It sounded vaguely like his mother’s voice, but he wasn’t even sure of the sound of it after 8 years without hearing it.

Next thing he knew he was waking up to the alarm. He turned it off and stretched his arms above his head in a yawn before slinking back into the bathroom. Jughead always had some sort of under eye-bag situation going on, but he didn’t look too bad today. He ran a comb through his hair and brushed his teeth. Sticking the beanie back on his head was a force of habit, his hair was an intimate thing for him so he generally kept it covered up. The fact that he only had one hat that he’s been wearing for literally years was another story.

He looked in his closet at his selection of jackets: dark denim with sherpa lining, light denim with sherpa lining, black denim, a red velvet blazer Veronica had given him that he’s never worn, and a red flannel jacket with sherpa lining. His wardrobe was really varied. He looked over to his desk, eyeing the chair with his black leather Serpent jacket resting on the back of the chair there. Old faithful it was.

Grabbing his extra motorcycle helmet from the floor, Jughead looked around for a moment before deciding to throw on his black and white stripped suspenders, doing them up properly instead of hanging off his hips like normal. Despite the fact that he was against the societal idea of hipsters it just so happened that their fashion sense aligned.  

Jacket on, boots laced, cash in wallet. He was ready to roll. Arriving late was usually his forte, but he didn’t want to make a bad impression on a first date. So he had time to park his motorcycle, secure the helmets, stick his beanie back on and walk inside the mall. Making his way past the food court, the air teasing his stomach with the smells of greasy pizza, warm pretzel dough, and spicy Chinese food.

Betty was waiting for him right in front of the store. She had a dark grey cardigan (that oddly matched his shirt) on over top of the outfit he had seen her in earlier. One button was pressed closed at the column of her throat, right where he wanted to kiss and lick the skin of her neck – to feel her pulse under his tongue and – alright getting carried away there.

He looked her up in down in an obvious way while he grinned. She rolled her eyes before thrusting her hand out to him. “Betty Cooper, nice to meet you,” she said giving him a formal introduction after their informal meeting earlier.

He took her offered hand, bending slightly at the waist and brought it up to his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Jughead Jones. May I just say you are a vision among us mere mortals, ” he couldn’t help the angel reference.

Her cheeks flushed and he took pleasure in getting that reaction from her. “What a gentleman, thank you,” Betty pulled her hand back and looped it around his elbow, tucking herself into his side as they began walking the way Jughead had come from. “But I’m no angel.” She teased, mouth curling in a small smirk as she turned her head back to watch their path. Well, that was an interesting development. His interest in her was only growing with each passing moment.

“So, I’m assuming that you’re the motorcycle type,” She started again, glancing up to him. He realized then how small she was against his frame – that she’d probably have to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“You’d be correct in that assumption,” Nodding his head toward her as they weaved through the other mall goers. “Do you like motorcycles?” She must not dislike them if she agreed to go out with him, that assumption on the tip of her tongue.  

“I do! I’m also kind of an old car buff, I blame my dad for that. I used to help him fix up old cars that he was restoring for customers.”

“That’s hot.”

She swatted his chest with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his arm. “Jughead!” that prompted him to look down at her, watching her eyes roll back into her head at him. The hand on his chest lingered for another moment before disappearing.

“You’re telling me that I can’t find a girl who knows her way around a car attractive? Why are we going out then?”

“It’s just embarrassing when people make a big deal out of it. I know I look like some bubblegum princess, but I’m not.” Betty didn’t sound offended, just tired. Like she had those thoughts running through her head a lot.

“Princess? Nah, you’re a Queen.” He couldn’t help it. They walked through the automatic doors, her grip on his arm tightening in an affectionate  squeeze as they walked outside.

“You’re sweet,” she said accepting the spare helmet he pulled off the back of the bike as they approached.

Throwing a leg over the bike he settled down, scooting up as far as he could so Betty would have enough room on back. “Like bubblegum?” he questioned, pulling his beanie off quickly and plunking his own helmet on his head. He shoved his hat in his jacket pocket. He didn’t miss the way her eyes had darted to his hair.

Her hands fiddled with the strap under her chin, answering as she sat down behind him tucking her legs up underneath his, bracketing his hips and sliding her warm hands around his waist. “Right now? Like black licorice. Ask me again at the end of the night and I might have a different answer.”

Spicy but sweet? Medicinal and bitter? Did she love it or hate it? Black licorice was hard to describe – which he supposed was adequate for now since she only had a vague impression of him and most of it of visual.

“I look forward to seeing if your opinion changes,” he tossed over his shoulder as she tucked her head down against his shoulder. Revving his bike up, Jughead grinned at the thrum under his hands, the sound booming in his ears. Betty’s arms cinched tighter around him, her chest pressed fully against his back.

He hadn’t really thought about where he wanted to take her before getting on the bike. But he knew exactly where to go once he started driving.

There was this place downtown he wanted to take her to where the streets were lined with old brick buildings, most of them were local stores - McAllen’s Apothecary, Lloyd’s Sweet Shop, BBB music, and many more. He stopped the bike in front of a small store called Mom’s Kitchen. It was a store that sold a variety of items including kitchen gadgets and vintage décor as well as  homemade pasta sauce, jams, pickles, dried noodles, and various other food stuffs. Basically Jughead’s favorite store. The symbolism of him enjoying places with ‘Mom’ and ‘Pop’ in the titles weren’t lost on him – they felt like home.

They untangled themselves from each other, Jughead securing the helmets to the bike. Beanie back on his head, he put a hand on Betty’s lower back pressing her forward gently. They started to bypass the store and head down the alley right beside it.

Her eyebrows rose but she didn’t stop walking. “You’re not trying to murder me are you?”

“In broad daylight? I’m not an idiot, Betty.” He winked at her.

They came around the back of the building and around a wooden privacy fence to a patio area. It was full of wooden tables with chairs, fairy lights hanging from the awning overhead, potted roses, and mason jar candles on tables. There were a couple of people already seated, some with drinks and some looking over menus. The back of Mom’s Kitchen was a restaurant and Jughead always preferred this outside space whenever it was still fairly warm out.

“Jughead, this is amazing.”

Betty was still looking around as he guided her to a table after making eye contact with an older gentlemen that worked there. “Yeah, it is.” He pulled her chair out for her at a small table in the corner between the fence and the building. He moved her to sit with her back to the wall so she could see the rest of the area before sitting across from her. He took off his jacket, slinging it around the back of his chair before sitting down.

“Oh, how very Leonardo DiCaprio of you Jughead.” She said appraising his whole outfit now that she could see the suspenders. He pulled his right elbow back over the arm of the chair, leaning back comfortably and throwing his head back as quoted from the movie she was thinking of back to her “Never let go,” he said with a smirk, left hand reaching up and brushing his nose out toward her before dropping it back to the table.

The older gentleman Jughead had made eye contact with came over with a flourish, brandishing two menus from his apron and giving Jughead a good squeeze on the shoulder.

“Mr. Jones! It'sa so good to see you again, has been a little while, no? I was worried. I'ma glad to see you with such a fine lady this evening!” the salt and pepper haired man gave a big grin to Betty. “I’ll grab some water for you twos,” his Italian accent made Betty giggle as he walked off.

“He’s certainly loud, isn’t he?” Betty opened up her menu to look over the options. Jughead didn’t make any moves to open his, just looked after the man as he disappeared inside the building.

“You definitely know when Giorgio is in the room,” he shrugged, a fond smile on his lips.

“So what’s good to eat here?” The blonde questioned, her fingers trailing over the menu as her eyes followed. The names of rich Italian dishes littered the pages, and Jughead knew them all without opening the menu.

“Betty, everything on the menu is good. Believe me when I say I’ve tried every dish here.”

“Wow, you must really like this place then, huh?” she tilted her head, looking across the table at him. The flame from the mason jar candle flickered, casting a glow across her features that made him take a slow breath. “Yeah, I really do. But like Giorgio said, I haven’t been here in a little while.”

Before she could say anything else, Giorgio had come back with two glasses of ice water and a basket of bread. “Ready to order?” he glanced between Jughead and Betty, arms crossed behind his back.

Jughead looked to his date, her eyes darting down to the menu frantically.

“What’s the chef’s special tonight?” Jughead asked, bringing Betty’s eyes back up.  

“Tonight is braised beef, roma tomatoes, mushrooms and tortellini in a red whine sauce,”

Betty pressed her lips together making a little ‘hmm’ before speaking, “That sounds really good actually, I think I’ll have that!”

Jughead nodded at Giorgio and he collected their menus happily. “Double the usual order then, excellent!” he floated away, back inside the building.

“Usual order? Do you bring all your dates here Jughead?” she was teasing him, left elbow coming up to rest on the table, her chin resting on her palm as she leaned forward.

He shook his head a little, fingers flexing as his fingers rapped against the table. “Actually no, I don’t.” He often came here by himself to be honest, he just really liked the food and the atmosphere. “I bring my little sister here a lot,” which he did do as well.  

“How old is she?” Betty genuinely seemed curious, and it made Jughead hesitate. He didn’t really like talking about his family because it was such a sore spot for him. “Jellybean is 14 and already cooler than me,” rolling his eyes he thought of his raven haired sister.

“Jellybean and Jughead huh?”

“Nicknames. The real thing is much worse, I promise,” he offered her a wink, taking a sip of his ice water and pulling an ice cube into his mouth to crunch on. Thankfully Betty didn’t press him further on his family, but instead offered up something of herself. “I’m the younger sister in my family. I’ve got an older sister, Polly… and an older brother, Chic.” Her hands were suddenly fiddling with the bread and his eyes didn’t miss the slight shake of them before she started tearing it into pieces.

He simply nodded his head to her, letting that go. Obviously they each had some baggage that was maybe a little too heavy to explore on the first date.

“How about we play 20 questions?” Jughead offered, grabbing a piece of the bread she was playing with to throw into his mouth. They had really good sourdough here.

“Ok, me first.” She tilted her head again, leaning back into her chair and looking at him with an intense gaze.

“Are you in college?” he bristled slightly, it was a valid question but she could have maybe said it differently or maybe started with something else. He supposed she just wanted to make sure he wasn’t in a ‘gang’ full time. The jacket did give some questionable vibes.

“Yes, I’m in NYU’s English and Creative Writing track, you?” he tipped his head back at her, playing with a piece of bread.

“I’m actually doing Mechanical Engineering, at NYU as well.” Well, guess she liked fixing things more than she had let on earlier. He was impressed to say the least.

“That’s petty fucking cool. How old are you exactly?”

“I’m 19. I actually graduated high school a year early, so I should be the same year as you.” she admitted shyly, like she was trying not to boast.

“You’re only a year younger than me? You must have been pretty dedicated to your studies,” he thought on his own grades in high school – average, he was just trying to go along without being noticed and that had worked splendidly.

Betty seemed to think his words over before hardening her gaze. “Well, I was very dedicated. But it wasn’t about learning – it was about getting away from my parents.”  

“Why did you want to leave so badly?” he himself had reservations about leaving his sister alone with his father to attend college.

“My parents are crazy, trust me. One day I might get into it more. The short story is that they are very controlling, strict, and wanted things for me that I didn’t want for myself.” Jughead had noticed that she had clenched the hand that wasn’t propping her chin up very tightly into a fist, her knuckles turning white with the pressure. He brought his hands out and captured her fist in his palm, cradling it and bringing her attention to what was happening. Her eyes widened, immediately unclenching her fingers, splaying her palm flat between his bigger hands.

“What’s your favorite color?” Jughead asked a lighter question, not wanting to dwell on some thing that was bothering her. She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with affection. “It’s actually pink, but like cotton candy pink.” He wasn’t surprised, but it suited her personality.

“Well, for your information – mine isn’t black.” She feigned a look a surprise, raising an eyebrow at him. His hands had started to play with the skin on the back of her hand, his thumb running a slow circle. “It’s green, like the color of your eyes.” He said looking up from their hands and into her eyes.

He wasn’t kidding. He hadn’t really considered having a favorite color prior to meeting Betty, because how could you just like a single color enough to deem it the best when there was such a multitude to the color spectrum? But looking into her eyes he could see the appeal. If everything had turned to shades of black and white he would miss the color of her eyes the most.

She was blushing, ducking her head into her shoulder. “Jug…” his heart skipped when she used the nickname his friends called him. He squeezed her hand, her head popping back up.

She decided on the next question, her lower lip between her teeth as she chewed on it. “Favorite movie? Mine is Pretty in Pink.”

“It’s very hard for me to pick a singular movie to name as my favorite Betty. I’m kind of a cineophile. But I’m particularly fond of The Princess Bride.”

She let out a laugh and he thought for a second that she was going to make fun of him, his stomach clenching uncomfortably. He tried to pull his hands away, only getting one back as she held steadfast to the palm trapped under hers. She had stopped laughing and was shaking her head. “I was only thinking how funny it was that our favorite movies were way before our time. Like we were born a little late,”

Jughead let out a ‘hmm’ as his stomach relaxed, free hand drumming the table. “So you like the 80’s?”

“You should see my room Jughead, I think that would answer your question well enough.” His eyes darkened at her words. Of course he would like to see her room, her bed, underneath her clothes..

Giorgio chose that moment to set down their dinner plates in front of him, their hands springing apart at his arrival.

Betty let out a soft “oh” as she took in the plate of food. It was one of the reasons Jughead loved to eat here, the portions were huge.

“How are we supposed to eat all of this?” she asked, eyes filled with mirth as she watched Jughead eagerly begin to dig in to his dish. She unfolded her napkin and carefully stirred the noodles, vegetables, and meat around in the sauce.

“I’m a growing boy Betts, I need to eat.” A version of her name slipped out, much like her calling him ‘Jug’ earlier and it seemed to have the same effect on her. She gave a little chuckle, lips smiling around the fork she had brought up to take a bite.

“Oh my god, Jug!” she let out a low moan, her shoulders slumping in her seat as she seemed to relax completely in the chair. He snickered at her, he told her the food was good. “I think this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” she said scooping up another bite. He murmured his agreement around his fork, not wanting to talk with his mouth full.

The rest of dinner passed smoothly as they continued to ask each other questions while eating their meals. To his surprise Betty was able to eat most oh her dish and then she let him finish it off.

“Now, I was promised dessert.” Betty said after wiping her mouth with her napkin – her lips had stayed that same cherry red color all through eating and drinking. He blinked and brought himself up to her eyes which were twinkling. The sun had dropped low in the sky at this point, the fairy lights and the table candles providing enough low light to be considered intimate.

“There’s this amazing pecan blondie with maple cream glaze and ice-“ she shot her hand out to grab his wrist from across the table, her nails pressing into his skin lightly, the muscle in his thigh giving off a twitch. “You had me at pecan blondie.” She licked her lips, pulling her hand away. “Let’s share?” she offered and Jughead couldn’t help but nod.

Giorgio had taken their empty plates away, returning with glasses of milk for each of them and a sizzling plate with a large chunk of pecan blondie, 2 scoops of vanilla ice-cream piled on top and 2 spoons. He let Betty pick up the cup of maple glaze and watched as she poured the entire thing over the dessert before swiping her finger into the empty cup to get the last remnants. Finger popping into her mouth, he followed the movement with his eyes. “Shit, Jughead that’s amazing.”

Her voice was really making his muscles ache with tension, his palms sweaty, his body heated. He grabbed a spoon and shoved a bite of the ice-cream in his mouth in an effort to cool himself. “Yeah, I know. I told you,” he shrugged a shoulder, gaining composure as he took another bit of the dessert. They traded taking spoonfuls, crashing their spoons into each other and fighting over the last bite. Betty finally got her way and accepted the last bite off of Jughead’s spoon as she leant across the table, her lips closing around the spoon in his hand. Her eyes were locked onto his the entire time and he felt his lips part, his breath seeming to halt until she leant back in her seat and sighed happily.

The next few minutes passed by in a bit of a blur, he paid the bill and they munched on some chocolate mints while he took her through the restaurant and back up front to the store to look around. They ended up back out by his bike when a breeze caught them and Betty shivered. Jughead immediately brought the jacket he had slung over his arm across her shoulders. It was large on her, swallowing her small frame but damn did she look good in his leather. Her arms snaked through the sleeves and her pink painted nails peeked out from the edges of the sleeves as she hugged it around herself.

“Let’s get you home,” he said softly, taking the helmet she wore and bucking it under her chin after he swept her hair over her shoulders.

She murmured her address to him, climbing onto the bike behind him and pressing herself to his back like earlier, her thighs tucked up right behind his. The warmth of her body plus the fire that was raging inside of him was enough to keep him warm on the ride to her apartment.

They walked into her building about 15 minutes later, a large brownstone building with multiple apartments. They climbed 2 flights of stairs, him following her until she stopped at what he presumed was her door. Betty pulled his leather jacket off and handed if back to him. Jughead pulled it on his own shoulders while she murmured how good of a time she had with him tonight. They shared cell phone numbers, the evening winding down as the silence got more awkward. He was absolutely planning on texting her, probably even right when he got home. He hoped she felt the same things he was, but she seemed quiet since he had put his jacket around her earlier.

Her hands were searching the little purse that hung at her hip for her keys. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him with wide eyes. He was about to ask what was wrong but before he could her arms were suddenly around his neck and her lips were pressed to his. He responded eagerly, eyes sliding shut as he slanted his mouth against hers more firmly. He gripped her hips, pulling her body close to his as he backed her into the door of her apartment.

Betty’s hand were gripping his neck, dipping down under the collar of his jacket, nails scratching against the material of his shirt. Moving his lips against hers he nipped at her bottom one, taking it between his teeth and sucking on it. Her lips parted as her head fell back against the door. Jughead swooped in, running his tongue along her swollen bottom lip before diving inside her mouth. His body turned hot, like someone had started a fire in the pit of his stomach. He pressed his hips harder into the small blonde, her back arching up as he did.

Her fingers were leaving tiny electric shocks as the pads of her fingers pressed down against the skin of his neck, her hands gliding around to the front of his chest.  Their tongues tangled together in a heated clash. He could taste the maple and chocolate on her breath, feel her chest against his,  heaving as they both began to struggle for air. She tore her mouth away from his, panting and tilted her head to the side as he descended down her jaw papering kisses until he got to her throat.

He pulled a hand from where he was keeping her hips pinned between his and the door and undid the single button of her cardigan at the base of her throat. He then swept her hair away from the side of her neck, his hand staying there on the back of her head, tangling in the blonde waves. He kissed the hollow of her throat before moving up and to the side, grazing over her pulse which was thrumming against his lips. His own heart pounding just as fast. She gave a breathy sigh, her hands now clutching the front of his shirt.

Jughead licked a stripe of skin from her neck up to her ear before nibbling gently on her earlobe. “Juggie..” He felt her thighs clench together between his legs. He groaned at that, loving the way his name sounded rolling off her tongue, his stomach clenching in desire.

Betty’s hands came up to his cheeks, taking hold of his face and pulling him from her neck. She leaned in kissing him softly this time, catching his own lip between her teeth and giving him the same treatment she had received. He tightened his hold on her hip, the hand in her hair drifting down to snake around her small waist and pull her impossibly closer. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before leaning further up to his ear.

Her voice was haunting as she spoke, breath tickling his ear and sending a delightful tingle down his spine.

“Would you like to come inside?”

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I Am Not Peggy

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Peggy Carter (mentioned)

Warnings: Nothing much, swearing, violence, angst

Summary: You are Captain America’s girlfriend and you find that you will always be compared to a certain piece of Steve’s past. Word Count: 1562 A/N: This was really bad and Steve’s a bit of a dick tbh but I can see where they’re both coming from... this is dedicated to my favourite, the steve to my bucky @sickplanets <3 I am open to do a part two!!!

The tough thing about being in love with Steve Rogers is that he could never let go. If his mind was set on something, that was it. He wouldn’t change it. Not even you could change it. There were some things he still held on to that made you feel small sometimes but you knew why he held on to it. You never mentioned it, clearly knowing it was still a tough subject. You gave him all the love you could give and waited for him to let go, to start a new life… with you.

“Hey, love, you hungry?” You gave him a kiss on the cheek and rubbed his shoulders,

“Just a bit, doll, what are we having?” He put his hand on top of yours, gently pulling your hand to his mouth and softly kissing it,

“Depends,” you bent down and wrapped your arms around his large body, nuzzling your face into his neck, “what do you want?”

“I would really like some pasta, what do you think?”

“Spaghetti?”

“Perfect, definitely, let me help you.” He started to get up but you stopped him,

“You just came home from a mission, love, I’ll do it.”

“You don’t have to baby me, you know?”

“I know, but I like looking after you, you do so many great things and as your girlfriend, I just want you to feel and know that the world shouldn’t weigh on your shoulders.” You tippy-toed to meet his face and caressed his cheek, “Now go sit and dinner will be ready soon.”

“Thanks, doll.”

“You have a cute butt and you’re welcome.” This was a constant thing between the both of you. You wanting the best for him and he not wanting to be ‘babied’. You weren’t babying him though, you just wanted him to rest up. You knew almost all the things that came with his job and you wanted house work to be one less problem for him. But it’s not like Steve didn’t love you, he did and he knew everything you did was out of the goodness of your heart. There were just some things you did that he wishes you could change, like your clumsiness, for example, or the way you dressed sometimes, it was just a little bit out of his time.

“You know, Y/N, when Peggy and I were together, we’d go out on picnics and feed the ducks, it was such a nice time, just quiet you know?” You nodded and accidentally dropped some pasta on the floor from the mention of Peggy’s name,

“W-we could go on a picnic sometime if you wanted?”

“Nah, those were just some old times, it was our thing. One of them.” You let out a relieving huff, trying to calm yourself.

It’s not that you hated Peggy, she was a strong woman, incredible at her job, you just hated that Steve compared her to you a lot. You tried to understand, you really did but you just couldn’t help but feel so small and feel like you weren’t providing what Steve needed or wanted even though you wanted to. You loved him and that’s all you wanted back from him. You weren’t Peggy Carter, you were Y/N.

You set up the table, putting food on your plates, pouring water into the glasses next to the plates. You smiled at how well you’d done and told him dinner was ready. He sat down, thanking you and kissed your cheek.

After dinner, he helped you clean up, not your idea but he insisted that he wanted to. You washed the dishes and he cleaned the glass table as he told you about the time he had in the war. You looked at him in adoration, your complete and utter focus on him and not what you were cleaning before.

“I would’ve dated pre-serum Steve.” He chuckled, throwing the cloth into the sink,

“Really?” He hovered over you, your arms thrown around his neck,

“Yup, definitely.”

“Peggy wanted to as well, she just said because of work, she couldn’t.” Your arms slid down from his neck and you turned back around to the sink to finish off the work,

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just wanted to finish off this sink before I forget.” He hummed in agreement and kissed your cheek before walking to your shared bedroom. You gripped the sink tightly, your knuckles turning white. You sniffled in your cries and then wiped away the tear that escaped your eye. You inhaled deeply and exhaled, regaining your patience.

You greeted Natasha with a smile at the gym the following morning. You put your bag down next to the bench and made your way over to the mat. Training was always great with Nat, she didn’t fight you like a porcelain doll about to break and at the same time, girl talk is exactly what you needed.

“Okay, something’s wrong, you’re hitting me like you want to kill me.” She panted, holding her hands on her hips,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“So, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know if Steve loves me or if he ever will.” You both sat down cross legged on the blue floor mat,

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, the fact that he never shuts up about Peggy Carter is an example,” You took a sip of your water and sighed, “he always… Ugh, I don’t even-“

“Always what?”

“He always compares me to her, it’s like comparing a diamond to a rock and me being the rock.”

“Oh come on, you’re not a rock!”

“In his eyes I am, I’m never going to be like Peggy.” You both stood up and grabbed your bags, walking out of the gym,

“You want me to give him a piece of my mind?” You shook your head and laughed,

“I love him and I respect that he still might not be over her.”

“It’s been three years, Y/N, you-“ Her phone started ringing, “it’s Fury.” You stopped in your spot for a moment as she looked at you, nodded her head at Fury’s voice through the phone. She dropped the call and looked up at you, “We have work to do, let’s go and suit up.”

You were suited up less than ten minutes after the phone call, your hair up in a slick pony tail, ready to fight. You secured the knife belt within your boots and your belt around your waist. You stepped into the underground garage and greeted everyone, giving your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before sitting behind him on his motorbike, everyone wooing. The team goes over the plan of attack, retrieving the files and saving the S.H.I.E.L.D agents stuck in the middle of the retrieving those files. You were ordered to find a way to retrieve the files with Natasha and take any of the captured with you if there were any.

You arrived at the almost-entirely isolated building. You swung your legs off of the bike and winked at Steve before catching up with Nat at the door. You looked at Natasha and with a smirk at each other, you both kicked down the door and started taking down the men and women who were guarding the building, the rest of the team right behind you. Nat went to get the files and you gathered all the people that you could see. They hurried out and just as you did, you saw a shooter just behind Steve, a gun pointed at him. You ran in, kicking the guy on the side of the head. He ends up on the ground, the gun still in his hand, so you slapped the gun out of his hand before knocking him out unconscious.

“Got it, let’s go.” Natasha announces, Steve looks at you and shakes his head, tension growing between the both of you. You got on his bike and felt him huffing as you wrapped your arms around him, securing yourself on the bike.

Natasha handed the file to Fury while yourself and Steve make your way up to the lounge room, everyone aware of the tension between you both. As you arrived in the lounge, you stood there quietly as he paced back and forth.

“Steve-“ You started,

“No, don’t start! You were irresponsible, why- why would you do that!?”

“Irresponsible?! I was doing my job, I had your back!”

“I didn’t need your help, I was fine!” He retaliated,

“Yes, sure you were, a bullet about to be put in your back, you were definitely fine, Steven!” You rolled your eyes and scoffed,  

“You put yourself in danger and almost cost us the mission, Y/N.”

“Cost the mission?! You’re blaming me for what almost happened to our mission?!” You spun around with your hands over your eyes in frustration, “You are such a dick.”

“This never would’ve happened if it was Peggy, why can’t you-“ You turned back to face him,

“WHY CAN’T I WHAT, STEVE!?” You huffed out, your anger clear as day, “I am not Peggy.” Your eyes began to well up and you took a deep breath,

“You’re not her, I know that, it’s obvious enough.”

“I’m never gonna be good enough will I, Steve?” He stood there quietly, “Fuck you, we’re done.” You voice shook quietly and you walked off as he called out your name.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Least I Can Do (Part 2)

Summary: The reader tries to go on her date with Jensen but it’s harder than she thought it would be...

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Oh boy, this one got away from me a bit...

This was exactly why you didn’t go on dates. The guy seems nice and then he doesn’t show up, doesn’t even call to say he can’t make it or give some lame excuse why he isn’t there. Here you thought maybe this one was actually decent.

You were at your apartment, dress back on the hanger, heels back in the closet, face washed and hair thrown up in a messy bun when you saw your phone ring.

“Nope,” you said, ignoring the phone as you returned your attention to watching mindless TV in an oversized old shirt and fuzzy socks. About thirty seconds later it was ringing again. You groaned but grabbed the phone and answered. “Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N. It’s-”

“What do you want, Jensen?” you asked, trying to keep your voice neutral. He was quiet for a second before you heard his sigh.

“I’m really sorry. Work ran late and I didn’t have my phone and I get it if you think I blew you off,” he said. Ugh, why’d he have to sound so sincere?

“It’s almost 11 and I have work in the morning so if you don’t mind-”

“Tomorrow night, let me make it up to you,” he said. You pinched the bridge of your nose. Shit, you were really going to give him another chance. “Don’t make me beg.”

“Tomorrow night. 7. Same restaurant as tonight. If you skip out on me again Jensen...”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Okay, he is seriously never getting another date ever again,” you said to yourself, huffing out in the cold winter air as your phone showed it was 7:10. He was standing you up. Again. Your phone rang and you answered, just as a black SUV pulled up in front of the restaurant, probably some rich couple out to have a nice date night. “Jensen, where are you.”

“So, work ran late again but before you hang up...” he said fast, your eyes watching a man step out of the SUV and open up the door, showing it empty. “I asked work to send a car and pick you up and bring you here so we could still have our date.”

“You want me to get in a car with a stranger?” you asked, looking over to the friendly looking man cautiously.

“You said I don’t get another chance after tonight. Please trust me,” he said.

“This is insane,” you said, taking a step towards the car. “What are you, some kind of workaholic lawyer or something?”

“No, definitely not that,” he said, a laugh in his voice. “You’ll probably figure it out by the time you see me. I got to go. I’ll see you in thirty.”

“Well, I guess you’re my ride?” you said, holding your phone as the driver chuckled.

“Yup. Jensen must like you. He’s never done this before,” he said, helping you step up into the backseat with you heels on.

“I barely know anything about the guy apart from his name,” you said, buckling your seat belt as the driver climbed back in.

“Yet here you are. You must like Ackles too,” he teased, signaling and pulling back out onto the road.

“Ackles?” you asked.

“It’s his last name kid. This is probably going to be a bit of a surprise for you then.”

It’d been about forty minutes and you were sitting on a small couch in a very nice trailer on a film set. Yeah, surprise had been a word for it alright. You were still catching up to what your date did for a living when the door flung open and there stood a patch of dirty blonde hair with two styrofoam containers.

“Hey! You got in okay?” he asked, smiling wide even though he looked tired. He sat the containers down on the counter as he looked over you sitting in your black dress, ready for a date in a nice restaurant. His gaze traveled down to boots, jeans and a plaid shirt with some trickles of fake blood on it. “Well one of us looks very pretty and it’s certainly not me.”

“You look very rugged,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and you smiled. “I like rugged.”

“I didn’t have time to change yet. I’ve got a suit I can-”

“Dude, you worry too much,” you said, standing and walking over to his counter. You’d decided against the heels in the small space and you’d forgotten how tall he was. “How’s the weather up there?” you teased, trying to get him to relax.

“Oh, wait until you meet Jared,” he said, opening a drawer and pulling out some utensils. 

“Is he tall too?” you asked, watching as Jensen set two places quickly at the small table off to the side. 

“There’s a picture on the fridge,” he said. “Grab whatever you want to drink.” 

You walked over and looked at some of the photos. Most of them were of him being goofy with a couple other people that probably worked there. It didn’t take long to figure out who Jared was.

“The guy’s huge!” you said, glancing back over your shoulder to see Jensen smiling.

“His wife is like a foot shorter than him. I’m not even kidding,” he said. You chuckled as you took in more of the pictures before you realized Jensen was waiting for you to join him at the table. You quickly grabbed a bottle of water and sat down in front of a plate full of pasta.

“This looks good,” you said, Jensen rubbing the back of his head as he sat.

“It’s nothing special. I ran and made it up in craft services real quick. I hope it’s not terrible,” he said.

“Wow,” you said, picking up your fork. 

“Wow what?” he asked

“You actually made this. That’s...sweet,” you said. You took a bite and couldn’t help but keep your eyes from going wide. “If the acting thing doesn’t work out, go be a chef.”

“I’d say something witty back but you’re very beautiful so I don’t think you have to worry about the model thing not working,” he said, letting his nerves of being late again fall away.

“I’m not sleeping with you on the first date,” you said, watching him nearly choke on his food.

“I wasn’t-”

“You’re very cute when you blush,” you said, pointing at the light flush on his cheeks. “You tend to do it a lot around me. Especially when you’re nervous.”

“Oh, I’m not nervous. I’m excited,” said Jensen, a smirk appearing in that smile he always seemed to be wearing. 

“So I excite you?” you asked, giving a smirk back and wondering why the hell you were flirting like that after just saying you weren’t sleeping with him.

“Yes. I thought that was obvious by my blushing, Y/N,” he teased. “Now the real question is why are you blushing? Don’t tell me you’re a little softie under that calm and cool demeanor.”

“I don’t know,” you said suddenly, Jensen answering with a chuckle.

“I think you’re cute when you blush too,” he said, playing with his dinner. “I’ll try to do that more often.”

“So Ackles,” you said.

“So...shit,” he said, shaking his head. “I guess I have a lot to learn about you, huh?”

“We don’t have to do it all in one night. We can hang out tomorrow if you want,” you said. “Y/L/N by the way.”

“Alright, Y/L/N. I’m going to take you up on that,” he said. “You’re going to have to take another chance on me though if you want to spend this weekend together.”

“Well as long as I get to see you blush some more I’d love to,” you said. Jensen nodded and asked if he could step outside quickly to make a call. He was back a minute later. “Cancelling your other date?”

“Poor other girl didn’t stand a chance against you,” he joked. “Okay, enough with the cheesy one liners. I want to actually learn about you.”

“Go for it.”

Dinner flew by and you were getting far too used to the way his green eyes shone when he looked at you. It was easy with him, just like at the show and he somehow managed to be a gentleman without being overbearing. Plus his hair was still doing that swooped up thing that was driving you nuts.

“Jensen?” a voice on the other side of the door said. He sighed and walked over to open it up. “They need you on set.”

“Can I have ten more minutes?” he asked but they were shaking their head. “I’m sorry Y/N. We have to end our night I suppose.”

“Wait. What size are you Y/N?” asked the person with a clipboard and headset. You really didn’t want to say that in front of Jensen, not this early on.

“Um,” you said, glancing over to him for guidance. 

“It doesn’t matter. You look like you’ll fit,” they said, waving the both of you after them. Jensen shrugged but you slipped on your heels and grabbed your coat anyways, stepping down after them. It was late now and someone appeared and pulled Jensen off in one direction, you in the other.

“What’s going on?” you asked, being led over to a different trailer and ushered up the steps. Someone tossed some clothes at you and asked you to do them a huge favor and put them on. You did as told, used to that on a daily basis. 

But you were quickly being ushered off to a different trailer, someone wiping away all of your makeup and replacing it with only touchup on those troublesome spots. You were put in the next chair, someone looking at your hair you’d put up in a bun with a few loose pieces. They complimented you before ripping it apart and throwing it into a side braid that took her thirty seconds.

“She’s good!” she yelled and the person who’d originally stopped at Jensen’s trailer came and in and told you to follow after. You were officially rolling with it until you were being walked onto a set and you knew this had to be some kind of mistake.

“I can’t...really? She just quit like that?” you heard Jensen say as you walked into view. “Oh hell no.”

“It’s the last shot of the episode and your friend fits the clothes. It’s just a stand in shot on her back. It’ll take two minutes tops,” said a man wearing a baseball cap.

“Hi,” you said, walking up to the group, noticing all the other people around that looked tired and ready to go home.

“Y/N right?” said baseball cap. You nodded and saw the guy that was Jared off to the side, trying not to be in too much awe at him. “We’re in a bind and could use your help. All you have to do is stand in a spot. It’s not hard.”

“Okay,” you said, Jensen still fuming.

“That doesn’t solve the problem of next week. Shit, the girl had a ten episode contract and she quits right before it starts?” he said. “It took them forever to find someone in the first place.”

“It’s not your job to worry about that. Just-” said baseball cap before he was interrupted.

“It’s Dean’s love interest so I mean...” he trailed off.

“I don’t mind filling in,” you said. You saw more than a few heads whip around. “It’s just standing there right?”

“Yeah,” said the baseball cap. “Jensen, Jared, go get in your places while we go over this with Y/N.” You had no problem with standing there and it was over in about ten minutes after Jensen and Jared said their lines.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you said. “Easier than a runway.”

“Sorry about this,” said Jensen, walking you to the side when shooting was done. “I didn’t know they’d go and grab the first person they saw.”

“It was interesting,” you said. “Dean.”

“My secret’s been revealed. I play the awesome Winchester,” he said, showing the way out. You heard a huff of air behind you as you caught sight of Jared.

“Yeah right shortie,” said Jared. He smiled when he saw you. “So you’re the girl Jensen’s been gushing over.”

“Shut up or I’ll never babysit for you ever again,” said Jensen but not before you saw him blush.

“Aw, he babysits,” you said, Jensen groaning.

“I like her,” said Jared, pointing to you as he took off in a different direction. “See ya tomorrow dude.”

“See ya,” said Jensen, walking with you back to where your clothes had been left. “This is probably a bit much for a first date.”

“I get to be in a TV show. That’s just the cherry on top of this evening,” you said, bumping into his shoulder playfully. “You okay? You seemed mad about this new person quitting.”

“It was...I don’t know,” he said as you walked, holding out his arm as you slipped yours around it naturally. “You’ve never seen the show or heard of it, right?”

“I’m gonna binge it on Netflix now,” you said, feeling his laugh run through his body. “What?”

“It might take you a while,” he said. “Like a really long time.”

“Good. I hate searching for new shows,” you said. He sighed as you slowed your walk.

“My character carries a lot of baggage. Like a crap ton. He’s had a few romantic interests before but they just didn’t work out for one reason or another. This season for the second half, they were giving Dean a new one.”

“You were excited,” you said, Jensen nodding.

“But they were going to be different. The hope was that the interest would stick around, become part of the main cast. Give Dean something good after all this time. It was going to be fun to play. But shooting was supposed to start on Tuesday. They won’t find a new interest that will fit that quickly. They’ll probably just write her out now.”

“I’m sure it’ll work out,” you said, stopping at the trailer where you could change. Jensen waited for you before he stopped in his own trailer quickly and popped out in sweats and a hoodie.

“It’s been a long day,” he said, smiling. You returned one and soon you were back in a car heading home. “I almost forgot about your surprise for tomorrow.”

“My surprise?” you asked. The driver laughed and you tilted your head.

“I’ll text you in the morning with what you need to do,” he said, leaving it at that. For a few minutes you sat in a content silence until Jensen was glancing out the window.

“I thought you said you were going to drop Y/N off at her place first?” asked Jensen as you pulled up outside an apartment building.

“He is,” you said, Jensen squinting his eyes.

“This is my building,” he said. You glanced outside. Nope that was definitely your building.

“What are the odds of that?” said the driver with a smirk. “See you Tuesday Ackles.”

“Night,” Jensen said back. The two of you exited and said hello to your doorman before stepping in the elevator.

“Well this is a coincidence,” you said.

“That’s a word for it,” he said. “It’ll make walking you home after dates easy.”

“So what are we doing tomorrow, Ackles? I’m curious what our second date will look like,” you said. The doors opened to your floor and waited for an answer but Jensen wasn’t giving one. “Oh come on, not even a hint?”

“Put it this way. You’re either going to be impressed or never want to see me again after Sunday,” said Jensen. “Might as well hit the ground running if this thing is going to work between us.”

“Wait, we’re going a weekend trip? That’s like actually cute and thoughtful. I mean it’s a little early but if you want to go into this fast-”

“No, I don’t want to rush at all. But I want to get to know you more this weekend. It just so happens to be a con weekend so I figure if this doesn’t scare you off, I’m in the clear,” he said.

“Your odds are looking good. I do have one question. What’s a con?” you asked. He chuckled like it was an inside joke.

“Oh, it’s an experience,” he said. “I’ll tell you more tomorrow when I stop down to pick you up.”

“You better,” you teased. “I want to know what I’m walking into.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said, moving his head in but letting you go that last inch before he was kissing you. 

“Goodnight, Jensen,” you said, feeling all kinds of bubbly after pulling away. Shit that scruff, normally you hated that feeling when you kissed someone but his felt scratchy in a good way. Not to mention those soft lips.

He gave you a wave when you stepped out into the hall and down to your apartment. You should have crawled into bed but you couldn’t help from turning on the TV and finding the show you’d been looking for.

“There’s 11 seasons on here? He wasn’t kidding,” you said. “Just one and then bed. Tomorrow’s probably going to be very interesting.”

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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